summary: “wanna play with you,” the first time he said it, you were only a little girl... sitting on the floor with your barbies and dinosaurs, eyes lighting up because jungkook finally chose you over his legos— you didn’t know you would hear those same words again… years later, under the dim lights of your childhood bedroom, his fingers tracing against your clothed pussy.
warnings: nerd dom!jungkook x cute shy reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, sloppy pussy eating, lots of spitting, jk wore his nerd glasses during sex, edging, dom/sub dynamic, jk inhales her pussy, heavy sexual tension, jk is very whipped, very filthy sexual desires, playful degradation, he fucks her in her childhood bedroom, mock sympathy, spitting in mouth, condescending dirty talk, multiple positions, jk likes to mock you during sex, nipple play, sloppy blow job, usage of whore and slut, praising, cum eating, detailed m. masturbation, mouth covering, choking, panty stuffing on mouth, fingers on mouth, mirror sex, lots of tongue sucking, he taste his own cum against her mouth, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie.
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Blueberry cheesecake, the sweet and sour flavor that melts on your tongue… your favorite cake, the one Jungkook gets for you every birthday without fail, because he memorized your order long before he memorized his own.
Pastel pink, the soft girly color that clings to every part of you. Your clothes, your bedsheets, your hair clips, every little thing you own carries a touch of pink somewhere. Whenever Jungkook spots the shade in public, his thoughts find their way back to you.
Romantic novels, anything that leaves your heart racing and your feet kicking against your mattress. Jungkook always finds himself wandering into bookstores because of you, scanning shelves for stories he thinks you would like, only to end up buying more books than he originally planned.
Makeup, oh you love makeup. Pink glitter brushed over your eyelids, glossy lips shining beneath the light, sparkly blush dusted across your cheeks. Jungkook swears he finds traces of your glitter everywhere… on his hoodies, on his fingertips, sometimes even on his face after you hug him too close.
Vanilla oatmilk latte, the coffee you order every single morning before school. Jungkook learned how to make it himself after watching you drink it so often, memorizing the exact measurements because you love them.
Powder cologne, soft, delicate and comforting. A scent Jungkook knows too well, one that settles into his hoodies whenever you steal them, one that drives him crazy whenever you lean too close without realizing what you’re doing to him.
Countless things.
Your habits, your favorite foods, the songs you replay until you get sick of them, your random mood swings, your little mannerisms, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you avoid eye contact whenever you lie.
As your childhood best friend, Jungkook almost knows you better than you know yourself.
You were seven when you first met him, while Jungkook was already twelve.
Your mothers were close friends, living in the same village with houses only a few blocks apart. The first time your mother introduced you to Jungkook and his parents, you were painfully shy. Tiny hands clutching your barbie doll against your chest, pink shoes tapping nervously against the floor, you hid halfway behind your mother’s leg while peeking at him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, only looked at you with indifference.
He had been building legos upstairs before his mother called him down to greet the guests, and judging by the slight furrow between his brows, he was more irritated about being interrupted than interested in meeting you.
Dressed in a baby blue jumper, he looked like a tiny builder himself, big round eyes already drifting elsewhere as if he couldn’t wait to go back to his room.
You were an only child, and so was he, which was exactly why your parents thought the two of you would get along perfectly. They insisted you become playmates, excited over the idea of their children growing up together.
The problem was that the two of you liked completely different things.
You wanted barbie dolls, toy kitchens, dollhouses and tea parties.
Jungkook liked legos, robots, mini cars and toy dinosaurs.
So sitting inside Jungkook’s bedroom for the first time felt painfully awkward. Your mothers stayed downstairs, happily chatting over coffee while the two of you remained trapped upstairs in complete silence.
You sat on a small soccer-ball bean bag, clutching your barbie tightly in your lap, glossy eyes wandering around his room filled with boyish toys and shelves crowded with action figures. Your pink glittery dress looked so out of place, matching the headband resting neatly in your hair and the tiny dress your barbie wore.
This was not your kind of playtime.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at his tiny blue table, completely focused on stacking legos together like you didn’t exist. His brows pinched together in concentration, lips slightly puffed out as he connected the pieces one by one, so serious for a twelve-year-old boy.
You stayed quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, too shy to disturb him despite desperately wanting someone to play with. But as the minutes dragged on, boredom slowly began to creep in. You carefully stood from the bean bag and walked towards him, still hugging your barbie doll against your chest.
“C-Can I join?” you asked softly, curiously staring down at the colorful legos despite not understanding what he was even trying to build.
Jungkook glanced up at you, brows furrowing immediately.
“No,” he dismissed flatly before returning to his legos again.
Jungkook was serious about legos. His playtime revolved entirely around building them, fingers busy connecting tiny pieces together for hours without getting bored. Before that, he had been obsessed with dinosaurs, carrying them everywhere around the house, but eventually he discovered a new fixation. He realized he liked building things. Finishing a set only to display it proudly in his room like a trophy.
You pouted beside him. “Do you have barbies?”
Jungkook frowned immediately, glancing between you and the barbie doll smiling brightly in your hands as if the question itself offended him.
“No,” he said bluntly. “But I have dinosaurs.”
Maybe it was a strange combination.
You were sitting on the soft floor mat with barbie dolls while dinosaurs surrounded them like predators.
He only let you borrow the dinosaurs to keep you occupied enough not to disturb him while he played.
Still, you were entertained.
Cute little noises left your mouth as you imitated roaring dinosaurs and dramatic barbie voices, completely immersed in your own little world. Your giggles often filled the room while Jungkook remained focused on his legos, though sometimes his eyes would flicker towards you for a second before returning to his build.
And somehow, it became a routine.
Every Saturday, your mother would bring you over to Jungkook’s house… excitement would bubble inside you the moment you stepped through the front door because it meant running upstairs to his room again. By then, you already expected the sight waiting for you.
Jungkook sitting in his usual spot near the little blue table, focused on a brand new lego set.
And the dinosaurs already arranged neatly on the floor mat for you.
The two of you barely talked. But neither of you minded.
At your age, all that mattered was having toys to play with. While for Jungkook, happiness meant building something piece by piece until it was complete.
So every weekend, you would bring over a handful of barbies for the dinosaurs to chase around while Jungkook built something different each week.
Sometimes it was a car. Sometimes a house. Sometimes an entire little town slowly formed beneath his careful little hands.
It was one quiet afternoon when you finally decided to talk to him properly.
You had just entered his room, wearing your usual pink puffy dress with your hair tied into cute pigtails. After setting down your backpack filled with barbie dolls beside the bean bag, your eyes immediately landed on a brand-new set of dinosaurs arranged carefully across the floor mat.
Your eyes widened. “New dinosaurs!” you exclaimed excitedly, small hands already grabbing one of the unfamiliar dinosaurs to inspect it closer.
Across the room, Jungkook looked up from his lego table. His hands paused mid-build the moment he saw your expression. Your wide sparkling eyes, your bright smile, the way your excitement completely lit up your face over something as simple as mini dinosaurs.
For a second, he only stared. Then he quickly looked back down at his legos with a small pout tugging at his lips.
“M-Me and my mom went toy shopping for a new lego set,” he mumbled. “I saw a new edition of dinosaurs.”
A soft giggle escaped you as you hurried towards his table, clutching the dinosaurs tightly in your small hands. “Really?” you asked happily. “I thought you didn’t play with dinosaurs anymore?”
Jungkook glanced at you from the corner of his eye, slightly distracted by how close you suddenly were to him.
“Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “But you like them.”
He almost fell from his seat when you suddenly crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a sweet habit of yours whenever your parents did something for you.
“Thank you, Koo!” you giggled, hopping back towards the soft mat while Jungkook remained completely stunned.
Slowly, heat crept across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. His boba eyes wide and sparkly like a candy was given to him. His cute brows furrowed, and when he picked up a lego block… all he could think about was your cute smile and soft kiss.
At first, you truly thought you and Jungkook would never become close.
He was too quiet, too focused on his own little world of legos and building sets while you lived inside glittery barbie dream houses and dramatic dinosaur adventures. But as the months slowly passed, you found yourself growing fond of him. And somehow, Jungkook slowly grew fond of you too.
The distance between the two of you became smaller little by little.
From sitting separately in silence, you were now beside him at his table helping him build lego sets together, your tiny fingers handing him blocks while he taught you where they belonged. It felt almost special, like Jungkook had finally lowered the invisible walls around himself enough to let you into his space.
Quietly, you started wondering if maybe one day…he would want to play barbies and dinosaurs with you too.
“A brachiosaurus!” you gasped happily, excited when you realized what the two of you were building together.
Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to tug at his lips, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slowly turning red.
"Y-You like it?'' he said in a small voice.
You nodded happily, eyes sparkling as you held up the long-necked lego dinosaur.
Jungkook smiled, unconsciously leaning closer, his cute bunny teeth showing as he made a mental note to buy more lego dinosaurs for you.
As the weeks passed, moments like those became more common. Then one Saturday, your tiny dream finally came true.
“Hi, Koo!” you greeted softly after entering his room, only to freeze slightly when you noticed his lego table untouched for once.
Instead, Jungkook was crouched beside the floor mat near the dinosaurs.
Your eyes widened.
“Wanna play with you,” he said with a shy smile, as he held a few dinosaurs in his tiny hands.
For months, you played alone while he focused on his lego sets.
The first time he finally let you help him build one, you were so happy that you started looking forward to every new set the two of you would make together.
It quickly became your favorite part of visiting him.
So seeing him willingly sit beside you now… actually wanting to play with your barbies and dinosaurs instead of his beloved legos—made excitement bubble in your chest.
It felt special, like he was stepping into your world the same way he had once invited you into his.
“O-Okay,” you said excitedly. “You can be the spinosaurus and I’ll be barbie.”
Your small hands shakily arranged the dinosaurs into a circle while Jungkook quietly watched you.
And the truth was, for the past few months, Jungkook had already been watching you more than he should.
Whenever you weren’t looking, his eyes would drift away from his legos just to watch you playing on the mat by yourself. Your cute little dinosaur noises, your giggles, the way you became completely immersed in your stories somehow made him happier than finishing any lego set ever could.
Sometimes he took days to finish builds that normally only needed hours, just because he kept getting distracted by you.
And whenever you paused your playing to look over at him with one of your cutest smiles, his chest would start beating strangely fast.
A small, innocent crush began to bloom in the little boy whose heart had only been filled with lego blocks—the very first piece quietly clicking into place inside him, setting the shape of something he didn’t yet understand.
At the age of eight and thirteen, the two of you became inseparable.
Whenever your mother got too busy with work, you would immediately beg her to drop you off at Jungkook’s house instead of leaving you home alone, and eventually it became normal for you to spend almost every weekend there. Your mothers didn’t even question it anymore. If you disappeared, they already knew you were upstairs in Jungkook’s room.
And somewhere along the years, you got to know him better. Jungkook only looked snobbish at first glance. Quiet, a little intimidating, always serious whenever he focused on something. But once someone truly got close to him, they would realize how sweet he actually was.
Especially with you.
As your friendship grew, so did the amount of time you spent together. Before long, sleepovers became common too.
The two of you would lie beside each other beneath the blankets, talking about random things for hours instead of sleeping. Sometimes you hid underneath the covers with a flashlight between you, pretending you were camping in the middle of a forest while whispering ghost stories and silly secrets to each other.
Jungkook would pull you close while you giggled uncontrollably, pressing playful kisses against your cheeks before dramatically pretending to die in your arms whenever you hugged him too tightly.
“I like the stars on your ceiling,” you murmured sleepily one night, while lying beside him on his bed. “Mine is just plain pink.”
Tonight was another sleepover. Your sleepy eyes struggled to stay open because you wanted to spend more time with him before falling asleep. The two of you were even wearing matching pajamas, yours covered in tiny pink hearts while his had blue ones, a matching set you had begged your mother to buy days before the sleepover.
Jungkook turned his head towards you, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes slowly drooping shut.
“You’re sleepy,” he giggled, poking your cheek gently with his finger when your eyes closed for a second too long.
You immediately pouted at him. “Am not,” you mumbled stubbornly. “We still have to play camping later, Koo.”
Playing camping beneath the covers with a flashlight was one of your favorite bedtime routines together, but tonight exhaustion was beginning to betray you. School had drained you completely, your body heavy against the mattress no matter how much you tried to stay awake.
Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk, an evil little prank brewing in the back of his mind.
With a mischievous grin, he suddenly grabbed his throat dramatically, choking and panting before going completely still on the bed, eyes shut and tongue sticking out slightly like a fish… as if he had died.
“I think it would look cute to have planets too, what do you thin—Koo?”
The drowsiness vanished from your body the moment your eyes landed on him… frozen beside you.
“Koo?” you whispered, sleepy brows furrowing.
When he didn't move, panic bloomed instantly in your chest.
You sat up so fast the blankets tangled around your legs, tiny hands immediately grabbing his shoulders as you shook him desperately.
“Koo! Wake up, Koo!” you panicked.
Your glossy eyes widened further when he refused to move, his face still scrunched into that horrible dead fish expression. Heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to wake him up while tears quickly gathered in your eyes.
“Boo! I got you—” His laughter stopped halfway when he saw your face. Fat tears rolled down your flushed cheeks while you stared at him in genuine fear.
A soft sob escaped your lips. “T-That’s, that’s not funny,” you sniffled quietly. “I thought you were dead!”
Jungkook instantly softened. Though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at how adorable you looked.
“Aww, baby...” he chuckled softly, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”
He always called you his baby. Partly because you were younger than him, but mostly because you acted like his cute little girl half the time, clinging onto him whenever you got scared or upset.
When you glared at him through your tears, he only chuckled quietly instead of feeling guilty. Seeing your pouty face, your sleepy swollen eyes and pink cheeks somehow made his chest feel weirdly warm.
It made him want to hug you forever.
Jungkook moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body until your back rested against his chest. His laughter became softer when he caught your deadly glare again, leaning closer just to press a small apologetic kiss against your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, peeking at your face with the cutest pout.
When you still didn’t answer, he immediately resorted to the one thing he knew you could never say no to.
“Hmm, do you want some ice cream?” he whispered beside your ear, wiggling his brows playfully. “Mom bought some earlier.”
You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be upset while staring down at his hands tracing little circles against your palm.
Then your pout slowly weakened. “Okay,” you mumbled. “What flavor?”
Jungkook grinned immediately, bunny teeth appearing the second you gave in. He always knew how to melt your heart. Always knew exactly how to make you smile again.
And just like you spent countless days at his house, Jungkook spent plenty of time at yours too.
The first time he stepped inside your room, he looked completely stunned by the overwhelming amount of pink surrounding him.
Pink walls, pink blankets, shelves lined with barbie dolls, and plushies piled so high on your bed that there was barely any room left to sleep. Even the little lamp on your bedside table was dusted with glitter.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stood in the middle of it all, clutching a backpack filled with toy dinosaurs and looking painfully out of place in your princess-like bedroom. His usual blue jumper was the only thing that didn't blend into the sea of pink.
During sleepovers, you would force him to hug one of your teddy bears while you cuddled your favorite bunny plushie against your chest, proudly telling him it reminded you of him. Jungkook would always pout whenever you said that, his nose scrunching at the sight of you kissing the bunny.
Quietly, somewhere inside his heart, another tiny lego piece snapped into place whenever he watched you hold that bunny so tightly.
Most nights, neither of you slept early anyway. Your mother would occasionally scold the two of you after hearing nonstop giggles coming from your room late at night, the sound muffled beneath blankets while you whispered stories to each other instead of sleeping like you were supposed to.
You and Jungkook were always entertained by each other’s presence. And as the years slowly passed, both of you began to change. Your hobbies evolved just as naturally as you grew older together.
Jungkook slowly drifted away from legos and video games, while you traded barbie dolls and dress-up games for makeup and novels.
It wasn't surprising when Jungkook pursued engineering. He had always loved building things, ever since he was a little boy…carefully connecting blocks together at his tiny blue table.
The rooms that once overflowed with toys changed too.
Jungkook’s room became crowded with sketches, papers, blueprints and a laptop constantly left open on his desk. While your room transformed from shelves of dolls into a vanity covered with makeup, skincare products, perfumes and stacks of romance novels scattered across every surface.
And by the time you were eighteen and Jungkook was twenty-three, something between the two of you had quietly shifted.
Jungkook became protective over you in a way he never was before. Maybe it was because you were no longer the tiny little girl who followed him around with barbie dolls clutched in your hands.
Your cute colorful headbands became dainty little hair clips. Puffy dresses turned into soft sundresses that showed off the softness of your legs, always paired with small heels that made you look older than he was prepared for. Even your eyes had changed. Still sparkly and sweet, but now carrying a teasing playfulness beneath them. A bratty little glint that appeared whenever you wanted something.
But despite everything changing, some things about you stayed exactly the same.
You still hugged him constantly. Still kissed his cheeks whenever he did something sweet for you. Still clung onto his arm whenever you got excited over something small.
To you, those gestures were innocent, familiar, and natural.
But for Jungkook, they no longer felt innocent at all.
Somewhere throughout the years, your harmless affection had started affecting him differently.
A simple kiss against his cheek suddenly made heat spread through his body in ways that felt wrong to him. Your random hugs made his muscles tense instantly, his breath hitching whenever you pressed your soft chest against him, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
And whenever you played with his hair while sitting a little too close beside him, or wore those cute little sundresses that clung softly to your curves and showed off your legs, Jungkook would find himself swallowing hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to ignore the strange tightness spreading through his pants.
You were still the same sweet little girl. But Jungkook was no longer looking at you the same anymore.
The lego pieces inside his heart were stacking faster now, building into something so deep and overwhelming that even he could no longer keep track of it.
“What’s cuter, this one… or this one?” you asked, holding up two dresses for Jungkook to see.
Today, the two of you were spending the day at the mall. After having lunch at your favorite restaurant, you immediately dragged Jungkook into a boutique, eager to shop for new dresses—your latest obsession.
Jungkook tilted his head, “The pink one,”
“I know! Okay, I’ll get this.” you smiled brightly.
By the time you finished shopping, you had already bought three more dresses from the boutique alone. Meanwhile, Jungkook sat patiently on the couch outside the fitting rooms, paper bags hanging from both of his hands while he waited for you without a single complaint.
When you finally turned to look at him after paying, your expression softened slightly. His head rested against the couch, eyes closed as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you.
He looked exhausted. Lately, Jungkook had been reviewing nonstop for his engineering board exam, barely getting enough sleep between studying and helping around the house.
You were still in college, while Jungkook was already preparing for the next stage of his life.
It made you a little sad sometimes.
Weekends had become your favorite days because those were the only times he was fully free for you anymore.
You quietly sat beside him, and the moment the cushion dipped, Jungkook’s eyes immediately opened.
“You done, baby?” he asked softly, still half sleepy while instinctively reaching for your shopping bags to carry them himself.
You pouted… he looked so tired—wearing a black shirt that was a bit wrinkled from the day, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose and his hair a little disheveled. He still looked utterly handsome.
Without thinking much about it, you scooted a little closer to him. His brows furrowed immediately as your soft, powdery scent wrapped around him.
“Yup!” you smiled softly while fixing his slightly messy hair. “Let’s go home.”
His lips twitched. “Thought you wanted to visit the bookstore after this?”
You shook your head. “No, wanna rest.” Your voice turned softer. “Let’s take a nap at your house?”
Jungkook’s jaw immediately tensed. His tongue briefly swiped across his lower lip before he looked away for a second, something unreadable flickering across his face as he tried to gather himself together.
“Hmm…” he bit his lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes staring back at you. “You’ll go home after, okay?” he said, his voice coming out raspier than intended. “I still need to finish some reading, baby.”
A small sigh of relief escaped him when you nodded innocently. You never really noticed the change in him.
To you, Jungkook was only becoming busier as he got older. You didn’t notice how quickly he started declining sleepovers once his feelings for you began changing into something deeper.
He spent most nights trying to break the blocks apart—convincing himself it was wrong to think about you that way, trying to shatter the lego pieces inside his heart that kept snapping back together every single time he looked at you.
But he was failing, miserably. The little boy who was so good at building legos cannot break his own blocks apart.
Jungkook learned how to make the perfect vanilla oatmilk latte simply because you loved drinking them every morning.
He once rushed across three different bakeries just to buy blueberry cheesecake after hearing you complain over accidentally receiving strawberry cheesecake instead.
He started buying powdery perfumes, candles and diffusers whenever he saw them because every scent reminded him of you. He even found himself wandering through makeup stores looking at glittery products because your eyes always lit up whenever something sparkled.
You wanted something? He gave it to you.
Almost every single time.
Still, he buried his feelings carefully beneath years of friendship because the last thing he wanted was to ruin what the two of you already had.
He tried to stay close without wanting too much. Tried to act normal despite the growing warmth that spread through his chest and cock whenever you touched him carelessly. Tried to ignore the dangerous thoughts beginning to bloom inside his mind whenever you leaned too close, smiled too sweetly or hugged him for too long.
And some days, Jungkook truly thought he was doing a good job at hiding it.
“But Koo, I missed you…”
You followed Jungkook around the kitchen with a pout, trailing behind him like a lost puppy while he tried to ignore the way your voice instantly weakened his resolve.
It was summer break, and all you wanted was a sleepover.
Lately, Jungkook has been declining every single time you asked.
At first, you tried to understand. He was busy drowning himself in thick engineering books and endless papers for the upcoming board exams. But eventually, even weekends became off limits, which felt strange because Jungkook had always found a way to make time for you no matter how busy he was.
“Baby, I have some reading to do,” Jungkook said slowly while grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
You groaned dramatically, folding your arms while leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes following his every movement as he prepared coffee for the two of you.
One black. One vanilla oatmilk latte.
“I won’t disturb you,” you insisted stubbornly. “Promise I’ll behave!” You whined softly, stepping closer before lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
It’s not like you would stop him from reading, you just wanted to be around him.
Jungkook sighed deeply before finally turning to look at you properly. “I really can’t, baby…promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Your pout deepened immediately, heart slightly breaking when you saw his brows furrowing at you.
With a defeated sigh, you gave him a small nod. “Alright.”
The second your shoulders dropped sadly, Jungkook’s grip unconsciously tightened around the milk carton in his hands.
His eyes lingered on your face, a tiny pout forming on your lips as disappointment clouded your sparkling eyes.
God, it almost made him give in immediately.
The last sleepover had nearly cost him his patience. That night, he forced himself to stay awake, reading until sunrise just to avoid looking at you too much while you slept in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the words in front of him, his eyes kept drifting back to you.
Your soft body was sprawled across his mattress, your pretty face nestled against his pillows, your hair fanned out messily like a constant temptation pulling at him.
The next morning, you were disappointed to find him asleep on the couch. You assumed he had stayed up late reading and eventually drifted off there, too exhausted to make it back to bed.
In reality, he had locked himself in the bathroom, guiltily jerking his aching cock before the temptation of sharing a bed with you became too much to bear.
“Baby…” Jungkook said slowly, voice rough from exhaustion as he lowered the teaspoon and carton of milk onto the counter.
You pouted. “If you don’t want me sleeping over, then can I at least visit you every day?” you asked softly. “I really, really miss you, Koo. I don’t have school anymore and I miss coming here.”
Jungkook closed his eyes briefly at your words. The urge to take back what he said just to see your pretty smile again was strong.
But no.
Another sleepover meant another guilty night spent in bed, every time he can still smell your scent on his sheets, his hand would wrapped around his throbbing cock, burying his nose against the pillow because it smelled like you, his cock leaking whenever he recalls how your sleepwear would rise up every time you moved around his bed.
It made him so guilty, but it was better than corrupting you.
“Alright,” he finally sighed in defeat. “But I come home late these days, baby… you know that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Lately, Jungkook practically lived in the library. He spent most nights surrounded by thick books, highlighters scattered across tables while he studied until sunrise just to become the best engineer he could possibly be. Everyone around him already knew how hardworking he was.
And you knew it better than anyone. That was why your chest softened instead of growing upset.
You missed him terribly, missed the days when the two of you spent almost every second together without responsibilities pulling him away from you. But at the same time, you never wanted to become a distraction standing between Jungkook and his dreams.
You had always supported him. Always believed in him. And the last thing you wanted was to become the reason he couldn’t reach the future he worked so hard for.
You smiled immediately, happiness softening your features now that he wasn’t completely stopping you from visiting him every day.
“Okay, Koo. That’s fine!” you chirped happily. “I’m visiting Mama Jeon too, you know!”
Jungkook chuckled softly at your playful tone, warmth spreading quietly through his chest now that your pout had finally disappeared.
Sometimes Jungkook genuinely feared he would eventually cross boundaries he shouldn’t… just to keep you happy.
And honestly, maybe he already was. Because after that conversation, you truly didn’t miss a single day at the Jeon's house during summer.
Some days you baked desserts in the kitchen while laughing with Mrs. Jeon. Other days you helped water flowers in the garden beneath the afternoon sun, your sundress swaying gently while dirt stained your fingertips. Sometimes you stayed quietly in Jungkook’s room, reading books while waiting for him until sunset painted the windows orange.
And every evening, Jungkook would come home to you waiting for him. A warm meal already prepared. Your bright smile greeting him at the door before he could even set his bag down.
Every single time, it made his heart feel unbearably full.
The sight of you peeking excitedly through the living room window the moment you spotted him outside. The way you lightly bounced on your feet before greeting him with a soft hug. The way you always asked him about his day first before talking about your own.
The way you asked what food he was craving just so you could attempt cooking it for him afterward.
The way you loved him through the smallest things without even realizing it.
And Jungkook kept falling deeper and deeper for you because of it.
“Are you gonna wait for Jungkook?” Mrs. Jeon asked one evening after finishing dinner. “You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”
You shook your head immediately. You always ate dinner with Jungkook.
He usually arrived home around five in the afternoon, which wasn’t too late, so waiting for him became another small routine you loved. During weekends, he sometimes studied at home instead, filling the house with the sound of flipping pages and keyboard typing while you quietly stayed nearby.
Your Kookie was very smart and hardworking after all.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly while cleaning the table. “Good thing he’s been coming home early these days.”
Early?
Your brows furrowed immediately. “Early?” you repeated slowly, leaning against the table in confusion. “Isn’t that his normal schedule at the library?”
You knew Jungkook’s routine almost by heart, which was exactly why her words caught you off guard.
Mrs. Jeon nodded before taking a sip of water. “Yes, that used to be his normal schedule,” she explained casually. “But before summer started, he was staying until eight p.m because he wanted to aim for topnotcher.”
She laughed softly afterward, shaking her head fondly. “I kept telling him it’s okay even if he doesn’t become one, but my son always wants to be the best at whatever he does.”
Your lips parted slightly, realization crashed into you all at once.
Jungkook had been coming home early because of you.
Because you said you missed him. Because you wanted to visit him every day.
Your chest tightened painfully, you hadn’t realized his original study schedule changed at all. Hadn’t realized Jungkook was cutting hours from his studying just so he could spend more time with you.
The realization made your heart ache in two completely different ways at once. Guilty. And terribly, terribly happy.
When Jungkook got home that evening, he expected you to greet him the same way you always did. A bright smile, soft eyes, your little footsteps rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug that somehow always managed to melt the exhaustion off his body.
But the second he stepped inside and looked at you properly, he noticed it immediately. The smile on your lips looked smaller than usual, hesitant, not quite reaching your eyes. And Jungkook knew you too well not to notice.
“I cooked teriyaki chicken today,” you smiled softly, quickly turning away from him to open the lid of the food on the dining table. “Mama Jeon loved it.”
Jungkook followed behind you quietly, his tired eyes never leaving your figure. You were about to grab a glass of water when his hand suddenly wrapped around your arm gently, stopping you in place.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked softly, brows furrowing with concern.
He was exhausted from studying all day, his navy green sweater slightly wrinkled, glasses a bit foggy, hair messy from constantly running his fingers through it. Yet the moment he sensed something was wrong with you, the exhaustion vanished beneath concern.
You shook your head quickly. “Just…” Your voice trailed off when your eyes landed on the small paper bag hanging from his other hand. “W-What’s that?”
Jungkook glanced down at the bag before looking back at you carefully. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked again, quieter this time.
With shaky hands, you slowly reached for the paper bag in his hand.
Blueberry cheesecake.
Tears instantly welled in your eyes at the sight of it, your heart aching so badly it almost overwhelmed you.
“K-Koo…” your lips trembled softly as tears blurred your vision.
Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately. “Hey, hey—” he quickly set the paper bag down before gently holding your arms, thumbs soothing over your skin.
“What’s wrong with my baby, hmm?” he whispered softly, crouching down so he could properly look at your face.
And God, he looked so handsome like this. Tired but still so soft for you.
His sleepy doe eyes behind his glasses, messy hair falling over his forehead, large hands holding you so carefully like you were something fragile enough to crack beneath his touch.
You lowered your gaze, lips forming into a pout. “Y-You were coming home early for me…” you whispered quietly, guilt curling painfully inside you. “You don’t have to do that, Koo.”
Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed deeply. “Is that why you’re crying?”
Avoiding his gaze, you nodded slowly while staring down at your own fingers. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before gently tilting your chin upward, forcing your eyes back to his. Amusement slowly softened his tired features despite the concern still lingering there.
“Stop pouting.” he bit his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping beneath his breath as he listend to your tiny sniffles, almost relieved that his poor little baby was crying over something he didn’t even consider serious.
“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you protested, weakly hitting his chest. “We’re talking about your future here! Why would you do that?”
He caught your hand easily before you could hit him again, fingers wrapping around your fist while his thumb slowly traced circles against your skin. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he murmured softly. “I can handle my studies just fine, okay?”
You frowned harder instead. “But you’re coming home early, Koo. How is that good?”
You tried hitting him again, but Jungkook only tightened his hold around your wrist, enough to stop you without hurting you.
He leaned closer, lowering his head until your faces were only inches apart, as if getting nearer would somehow make you understand him better.
“Need to see my baby for motivation,” he admitted softly.
Your heartbeat stumbled violently inside your chest. Jungkook grabbed the paper bag again before carefully placing it into your hands. “So I can work hard,” he continued quietly, eyes never leaving yours, “and buy you all the things and blueberry cheesecakes you want.”
Your eyes widened instantly, heat rushing across your cheeks and ears while your heart pounded so loudly it almost frightened you.
“Do you want that?” Jungkook asked gently, his eyes lowering to your quivering lips.
“O-Of course I do, but I swear—”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he interrupted quietly, like your answer alone was enough for him.
Enough to make every sacrifice worth it.
When uni started again, you still never missed the chance to visit Jungkook whenever school wasn’t too hectic, and whenever days passed without seeing you, he would be the one visiting instead.
At first, you tried giving him space because of the boards, but Jungkook always insisted on meeting somehow. Like your presence alone kept him going. Like every sleepless night, every exhausting study session, and every struggle he endured became worth it the second he saw your smile waiting for him at the end of the day.
Only sleepovers of course is where he drawled the line.
Sometimes, while staring at blueprints and thick documents until dawn, Jungkook would imagine finally succeeding, finally becoming the best engineer he could be, earning enough money to spoil his baby with everything you wanted. And somehow, those thoughts alone were enough to keep him going.
At twenty-one and twenty-six, both of you had changed so much from the children you once were.
The boyish softness he used to carry had long disappeared, replaced by tattoos and piercings that contrasted almost unfairly against the intelligent image everyone had of him.
His once lean frame broadened into toned muscles that stretched beneath his shirts, shoulders wider now, veins more prominent across his hands and arms. The boy who once ate lollipops while building legos now smoked cigarettes absentmindedly after stressful nights at work.
And the engineering student who used to stay awake studying until sunrise had officially become the topnotcher everyone admired.
You still remembered the exact moment he first mentioned wanting his arms decorated. You used to tease him constantly for being such a nerd, especially with his glasses, organized notes and old obsession with building legos.
Which was exactly why you nearly choked in surprise the first time he casually mentioned wanting tattoos and piercings.
“Huh? Really?” you immediately sat up straighter from the picnic mat, staring at him with wide eyes.
The two of you were spending the afternoon at the park, sunlight pouring warmly across the grass while snacks and drinks were scattered around your little picnic setup. Jungkook looked unfairly handsome sitting there beneath the sun, sleeves pushed slightly upward, dark hair messy from the breeze, soft eyes following your every move.
“Yeah,” he answered casually. “I also plan on getting piercings.” he tilted his head, waiting for your opinion.
“You are not serious,” you gasped loudly, quickly scooting closer towards him in disbelief.
Jungkook glanced down instinctively the moment your body moved closer to his. You were wearing a short pastel sundress perfect for the sunny weather, your hair tied into a loose side braid while your glossy lips formed into the cutest pout he had ever seen.
He swallowed harshly before quickly looking away. Sometimes it genuinely amazed him how you could still sit this close to him so innocently while he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.
“And tattoos?” you continued dramatically, eyes sparkling with excitement now. “Like… what kind? This is bomb info, Koo. Thought you were too nerdy for that.” you teased.
The thing is, he never forgot that moment—the time you were shopping for toys and spotted a limited-edition Ken doll with sleeve tattoos, immediately saying how good Ken would look beside Barbie. His little child mind, his wide doe eyes, quietly took that in and stored it somewhere deep.
And somewhere in that simple, fleeting comment, his stupid lego heart decided that when he grew up, he wanted tattoos too.
So Jungkook would look good beside his Y/N.
Jungkook pouted slightly at your teasing. “Thought they looked pretty,” he admitted shyly. “I think I want my arms decorated.”
Your eyes widened immediately. “That’s a baddie move right there!” you giggled.
Without hesitation, you grabbed his right arm excitedly, examining it carefully like you were already planning the tattoos yourself.
Jungkook stared down at your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, heart beating strangely harder inside his chest while your soft perfume drifted towards him beneath the warm summer air.
He bit his lower lip, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “You think I’ll look good with them?” he drawled lazily.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Course you will! You’ll be a baddie nerd,” you teased, fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his arm.
Jungkook’s eyes slowly softened at your touch, his gaze growing hazier by the second. Not because he was tired, but because you were intoxicating him again.
“Stop calling me a nerd,” he groaned, though there wasn’t a single ounce of annoyance in his voice. If anything, his tone sounded far too fond to be offended.
“You are,” you giggled immediately, poking his cheek playfully. “You’re so smart. My smart Koo.”
Before he could respond, you suddenly stole the glasses off his face, laughing to yourself while slipping them onto your own nose. The prescription immediately blurred your vision, making you squint dramatically while Jungkook stared at you in complete adoration.
“Hello,” you mimicked in a deeper voice, trying to imitate him. “I’m Jungkook and I love math.”
You burst into laughter at your own joke while Jungkook only watched you. God, you looked so cute wearing his glasses.
“Baby, stop it,” he chuckled softly, finally reaching towards you to take them back.
You quickly leaned away from him with another laugh, refusing to give them up. Jungkook sighed through a smile before grabbing your waist without thinking, pulling you closer against him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you squealed in surprise.
“Koo!” you giggled loudly, twisting your body away so he couldn’t reach your face. But in the motion, your neck tilted back, your throat exposed right in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, staring at the soft skin of your neck as he bit his lower lip hard, leaning in closer… his pointed nose slowly grazed your skin, his eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck.
“You smell good,” he whispered, already distracted.
Since you and Jungkook were close, you didn’t think much of it, still giggling as you tried to dodge him, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck. “Koo! That tickles.”
He was getting lost in it, inhaling your scent like he was getting addicted, his nose brushing down towards your collarbones.
You were moving too much, wriggling in his hold, but his hands on your waist only tightened. “Stop moving,” he groaned, now pressing soft kisses along your throat, his nose burying deeper against your skin.
When a soft gasp escaped you, he stopped immediately, like he’d been pulled out of a trance. His jaw tensed as realization hit him, fear flickering across his expression at the thought that he might have made you uncomfortable.
But you were still oblivious, treating it like nothing more than a game so he wouldn’t get his glasses back, unaware that his soft kisses had already crossed a line—no longer innocent like the soft shallow kisses you shared when you were little.
“Let’s go home,” he suddenly muttered, gently pushing you away from him while clearing his throat.
“What?” your giggles slowly faded, confusion replacing the smile on your face. “Why?”
You carefully removed his glasses from your face, leaning closer to place them back on him properly, but Jungkook instinctively moved back slightly before you could.
Your expression fell immediately.
“A-Are you mad?” you asked quietly, lips forming into a small frown.
Jungkook swallowed harshly at the sight. “I’m not,” he answered quickly, taking the glasses from your hands this time before putting them back on himself.
But your frown only deepened. “Then why do you suddenly wanna go home?” you asked, sadness creeping into your tone so naturally.
Jungkook nearly groaned out loud. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
Wanted to pin you down against the picnic mat beneath the warm sunlight and lose himself completely in you. His body was reacting so badly to you that it was becoming painful to sit this close without crossing boundaries he had no right crossing.
Still, even while it was slowly killing him, Jungkook reached for your hand again. His thumb traced slow circles against the back of your palm, the familiar motion instantly soothing you the way it always did.
“I don’t,” he sighed quietly. “I just-”
“Don’t be mad, Koo… please?” you murmured softly, tilting your head slightly to peek at his face while your eyes stayed focused on his hands holding yours.
Fuck. He was so hard.
“I’m not,” he groaned, trying to smile at you despite the chaos inside him. “You know I won’t get mad at my baby.”
Piercings and tattoos suited Jungkook almost unfairly well. He looked more manly now, sharper in a way that made people stare a second too long without realizing it.
The ink on his right arm wrapped around his skin like it had always belonged there, and the silver piercings he wore caught the light whenever he moved, subtle flashes that only made his presence more noticeable. The lip ring sat against his lower lip in a way that somehow emphasized his natural pout, softening the intensity of his face just enough to be dangerous. And yet, despite all of it, he still wore his glasses when he needed to work, the familiar frames making him look serious and composed while his eyes still carried the same quiet shine they always had when you were kids.
After passing the boards, everything had changed quickly for him. Phone calls from companies came one after another, clients stacking up so fast it barely gave him time to breathe. Within a short span of time, Jungkook had saved enough to buy a brand new house for his parents, choosing to live alone in his childhood home afterward.
It was almost ironic, how the boy who once built lego structures on a small table was now designing real ones for a living, turning imagination into something tangible and permanent.
Not realizing he wasn’t just building things with his hands—but quietly building a lego heart of his own while watching you grow, piece by piece, until you became the only design that ever made sense.
On his first payday, he didn’t think twice about how to spend it. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, the same one you used to mention randomly in passing, and spoiled you with gifts you didn’t even ask for.
Because that was always his dream in the end.
At twenty-one, you had stayed mostly the same… still girly, still drawn to pastel pinks and soft colors, still wearing dresses that made you look like you stepped out of a memory he refused to forget. Your body had also changed in ways that made you more aware of yourself, curves developing naturally and beautifully.
In college, people noticed you too. A lot of them, actually.
Guys who tried a little too hard to make you laugh, to impress you, to take up space in your attention the way they wanted. You went on dates here and there, curious more than anything, but none of them ever stuck.
None of them ever felt right.
You were laying on Jungkook’s bed while he worked at his desk, fingers playing with his pillows as you babbled about college life.
About lectures, assignments, and then, eventually, about the guys who kept asking you out.
“He's not even bad, I guess,” you said with a small shrug, “just… kind of clingy? I tried to give him a shot cause he's kinda cute you know.” you giggled.
Jungkook had always been the one person you could talk to without filtering your words, without rehearsing your tone or worrying how you sounded.
So you kept going, still unaware of the way his pen had slowed in his hand, or how his gaze had subtly shifted towards you instead of the papers and laptop on his desk.
He didn’t interrupt you. Instead, he just listened, nodding occasionally, offering soft hums at the right moments like he always knew how to make you feel heard.
He didn’t want to hold you back. You weren’t his.
Instead, Jungkook kept his distance exactly where it needed to be.
He even asked questions sometimes—small ones, careful ones—because he wanted to understand, wanted to know what kind of people were entering your life.
Not to control it. Never to control it. Just to make sure you were okay. To make sure no one hurt you.
And every time you smiled about something new, every time you tried something different, he swallowed whatever it did to him and smiled back.
Because loving you, for him, had never been about possession.
It’s about standing at the edge of something he desperately wanted to step into, and choosing not to, again and again, because you deserved freedom more than you deserved him holding you too tightly.
Even when it hurts.
“Do you plan on going on a date with him again?” he rasped, eyes still fixed on his laptop even though the words on the screen had long stopped making sense.
You rolled your eyes. “No! Like I said, he’s so clingy,” you groaned dramatically, turning onto your side. “He kept texting me during class too. And he was kinda touchy.”
Jungkook froze, Touchy.
He raised a brow, slowly… he turned his swivel chair away from his desk to face you fully.
“Say that again,” he commanded.
You blinked, sitting up a little on his bed and smoothing out your pleated skirt. “Huh? Which part?”
Jungkook’s eyes dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face. His expression was unreadable now, serious in a way that made your teasing mood falter slightly.
“Touchy?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the word on his tongue.
He knew you had never had a boyfriend.
Picky in your own quiet way, always rejecting people politely, never really giving anyone the chance to stay.
That was something he had always told himself was a good thing. But there was one thing you told him once that lingered longer than it should have.
Your first kiss.
You had laughed it off back then, saying it was just stolen during a stupid drinking game in high school, something meaningless, something you didn’t even care about anymore. But Jungkook had gone still in a way you didn’t notice fully at the time. And after that night, the thought never really left him.
The first broken lego piece in his heart.
Jungkook never acted on it. Because he knew where the line was, even if it blurred more and more every time he looked at you.
Every time he imagined someone else touching you, his mind would go blank for a second, like something inside him short-circuited and restarted wrong.
His love that was freeing, turning into something selfish and possessive.
Jungkook knows that he was no better.
Even if he acted like the responsible one, the always-focused engineering nerd with books and goals, there were parts of him he couldn’t control.
The desires, the sexual frustration, the way he had nowhere to put everything he was feeling for you.
So he let it out elsewhere… hard, rough and merciless—like he was always unsatisfied. Because no matter what he did, no matter who he fucks, it was never you.
“Well...y-yeah, I thought it was sweet since he seems to be very kind and perfect,” you started, shifting slightly on his bed as you tried to recall your date earlier. “But it was starting to get irritating—”
“Where did he touch you?” Jungkook cut in sharply.
His tone made you pause immediately. You blinked at him, a little stunned by how fast and firm it came out. “Uh… just my thighs—”
He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold something back.
At your bratty age, you had tried to explore, you would let them kiss you, let them touch you a little, only when you thought there was something there—some special connection, some feeling that made it worth it. But it always disappeared too quickly, leaving you bored, unimpressed, or just… disconnected.
And sometimes, in the quiet parts of your mind, a small thought would surface.
Why had no one ever truly impressed you? Why did everything feel like it was missing something you couldn’t name?
But you always pushed it away.
Because growing up, it had always been Jungkook.
What you didn’t know, what you never really saw—was that Jungkook had already fallen long before you ever started trying to figure yourself out.
He ended up fucking every women who looked like echoes of you—same powdery scent, similar hair length and color, soft features that almost resembled yours if he stared long enough. He didn’t realize it at the time, how every fling carried traces of you in them, like he was trying and failing to recreate something he couldn’t replace. He never stayed long enough for anything serious. Because none of them were you.
His lego hearts were never complete without you filling them.
“I mean, it wasn’t that bad—”
You blinked slowly when his gaze dropped to your thighs again, his eyes lingering a little too long, scanning like he was replaying something in his head. Instinctively, you tugged your plaid skirt down a bit more, suddenly aware of your own body in a way you weren’t before.
“Kookie—”
“Were you uncomfortable?” he asked, voice strained.
His hand came up to his temple, rubbing slowly as if he was trying to steady himself, jaw tightening slightly. You could see it in him clearly now—the tension he always tried to hide whenever it came to you.
You shook your head quickly. “No.”
“Come here.”
You hesitated for a second, then slowly walked towards him. “I swear, Koo, I’m fine—”
“You know what to do when you don’t want something, right?” he sighed, voice lower now, almost careful, like he was choosing every word with restraint.
He reached for your hand, holding it gently before squeezing them. Like he was trying to calm himself through the contact just as much as he was trying to calm you.
“Course, I do,” you replied in a small voice.
And you did. Because this wasn’t new.
The same Jungkook who used to patch your scraped knees when you fell in the backyard.
The same Jungkook who always made sure you weren’t left out when his friends came over. Even if his friends, Jimin or Taehyung teased you too much and made you cry.
The same Jungkook who would sigh, drag you away from them, wipe your tears with frustrating gentleness, and buy you ice cream like it would fix everything.
Like a good older brother who never let anything truly hurt his little sister.
You would come to Jungkook when something confused you, when something annoyed you, when something made your chest feel too full and you didn’t know where to put it. You would talk, ramble, complain, overthink out loud, and Jungkook would just listen. Always.
He never really stopped you from anything. He never imposed his choices on you in a way that felt forceful or strict.
Instead, he would give you advice, calm and steady, letting you talk yourself through your own thoughts. And when you reached the end of it, he would always say the same thing.
“As long as my baby’s happy.”
And somehow, every time, you did exactly that.
Neither of you really questioned it. It just felt like balance. Like the dynamic between you had always existed in that shape and was never meant to change.
His quiet dominance, your easy submission to his judgment—it fit too well to ever feel wrong.
“I think red hair would look good on you,” you murmured, sitting beside him as you absentmindedly played with the back of his hair while he stayed focused on your papers.
The two of you were at a quiet library near your school that day. You had told Jungkook you needed help with math, and like always, he gave in without much resistance. He finished his own work earlier than planned just so he could sit with you, his pen already marking through your problems with that effortless confidence that made everything look easy.
“Or maybe blonde again?” you continued, tilting your head slightly as you tugged at a few strands. “Remember when you went blonde?”
Ken Doll. He remembers.
Jungkook let out a low groan. “Do you want me to finish your papers or not?” he reprimanded.
You pouted immediately, leaning back slightly in your seat, your peach-manicured fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table.
A color he had picked for you before.
“I do,” you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. “I’m behaving.”
He raised a brow at you, finally glancing up from your papers. His gaze flickered down for a second—too quick to be casual—landing briefly at your neck before returning to your eyes.
“Then behave,”
You pouted… but still sat properly, letting out a small huff as you adjusted yourself in your seat.
Jungkook, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in your work. His thick brows were slightly furrowed behind his glasses as he scanned your notes, lips pressed into a thin line while he analyzed every mistake. He looked older like this…serious, composed, almost intimidating in a quiet way.
His crisp white long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking through with every movement of his hand as he turned the page. Dark slacks fit neatly against his frame, and his hair was styled back with gel, though a few loose strands had fallen onto his forehead anyway, softening the sharpness of his face.
He looked like he had come straight from work without even stopping to breathe.
The lip piercing caught the light whenever he moved, a small glint against his pinkish lips as he exhaled quietly through his nose.
Everything about him felt controlled, grounded, intentional.
And sitting beside him in your school uniform—white button-down slightly loosened at the collar, plaid skirt resting neatly at your thighs, makeup soft and sparkly pink—you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t belong in the same frame as him.
Like you were trouble sitting next to something dangerously stable.
“Answer this,” he said finally, sliding a paper towards you.
You frowned immediately, staring at the equations like they had personally offended you. “Huh? I thought you’d answer it for me.”
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, clearly unimpressed but still patient. “You need to learn. Once you’re done, I’ll check it and teach you how to do it properly.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back slightly. “But Koo! It’s hard, my head is literally aching from all these numbers.”
He raised a brow at you, expression flat but not unkind. “How are you going to pass math if I keep answering everything for you?”
“But—”
Your protest died the moment you met his gaze. There was that look again. Calm, firm, unbothered in a way that made it impossible to argue for long.
You sighed dramatically and took the paper anyway. “Fine,” you muttered, already giving in. “But you’re buying me oat latte after this.”
Jungkook’s lips curved slightly, good girl.
“Only if you get it right,” he raised a brow.
You groaned under your breath and finally focused on the equations, forcing yourself to concentrate.
Most of your homework was done by him, even when math wasn’t even involved.
And whenever Jungkook did try to refuse, you always found a way around it.
You’d show up at his house with his favorite ice cream, lingering by the doorway like you weren’t already certain he would let you in.
Sometimes you’d lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, gentle and quick, like it meant nothing at all. Other times, you’d just look at him with those puppy eyes of yours—smiling in a way that made it seem like he was the only thing in your world.
And Jungkook would always fold. Every single time.
It didn’t even feel like a decision anymore. It was instinct. The way his expression would soften the moment you appeared. The way his shoulders would loosen, like all the tension he carried everywhere else had nowhere to stay when you were near.
If you asked him for the stars, he would’ve probably tried to figure out a way to reach them.
He didn’t just like you. He prioritized you.
You were very spoiled. Jungkook’s hard-earned money always ended up on you—whenever he got his salary, he would immediately take you out for a nice dinner, shop for clothes and makeup you liked, buy your favorite cheesecake, get you more books—everything you wanted, and half the things you didn’t even realize you wanted yet.
It made you happy. Every time you showed up at school with a new bag or a new pair of shoes, your friends already knew Jungkook had bought them for you. Every time you got perfect scores, they would roll their eyes, assuming it was because of Jungkook’s help and hard work behind it.
At first, your friends were very nice to you—almost overly so. They tried to get close quickly, always lingering around you, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes.
And it wasn’t hard to understand why.
Because they noticed Jungkook first.
They would see him picking you up from school in his black shiny Cadillac, the kind of car that made people turn their heads. They would watch his tall, lean figure step out, his arms decorated with tattoos that became more visible when he rolled his sleeves up, silver piercings catching the light, jet-black hair neatly styled, and sharp honey doe eyes that softened the second they landed on you.
Sometimes he would smoke a cigarette while waiting, immediately putting it down when he saw you coming. He wasn’t someone people could ignore. Not with the way he looked, and not with the way he carried himself.
And when they found out he wasn’t just good-looking but also the top engineer in town, already successful and earning far beyond most people his age, their curiosity shifted into something heavier. So they stayed close to you—not always for you, but for the possibility of him.
Then, when they finally realized you weren’t related, everything changed.
The smiles faded just slightly, the energy dropped, shoulders slacking like something they thought they could reach had suddenly been pulled away. It was subtle, but you felt it. That quiet shift in how they looked at you, like you had become the reason they couldn’t get closer to him.
From there, the judgment slowly followed. To them, you were just a spoiled girl, someone using Jungkook for attention, comfort, or material things. Something easy to label rather than understand. And over time, that assumption hardened into quiet resentment.
But you were never trying to be anything more complicated than you were. You were kind in a way that came naturally, warm without effort, too soft to notice when someone’s intentions weren’t pure. You didn’t see the resentment clearly, because you were too friendly, too open, too willing to believe the best in people. And that very same softness made it easy for others to either like you quickly… or envy you just as fast.
“Another bag?” Sana raised a brow at you the moment you walked into the classroom, eyes landing immediately on the new pink bag hanging from your arm.
You grinned without hesitation, completely unbothered by their stares. “Yes! It matches my nails, see?” you said excitedly, holding your hand out so they could see your freshly done manicure.
Your friends leaned in slightly, but the look in their eyes wasn’t as excited as yours. It was something sharper…envy, carefully disguised under curiosity.
“Was your nails paid by Jungkook?” Riri asked, her tone slipping into something almost accusatory.
You pouted a little, tilting your head. “Yup,” you admitted. “I accidentally told him I needed a fresh set, so…”
Over the weekend, Jungkook told you he had just received his pay. You always told him to save it—a detail your friends didn’t know…but he still insisted on treating you to dinner, telling you not to worry and to just buy whatever you wanted.
In passing, you mentioned your nails, how you wanted a fresh set for the upcoming semestral break. You didn’t mean it as a hint for him to pay; you always tended to babble randomly around Jungkook.
But then he immediately handed you his card.
“Koo, you don’t have to…” you pouted, though your smile was already forming before you even finished the sentence.
Jungkook didn’t even answer you properly. His large hand simply took yours, fingers warm and steady as he guided you through the mall.
“What design are you gonna get?” he asked once you reached the nail salon.
You pouted, “Maybe flowers? what color do you prefer?” you asked now, giggling as you showed him your hands cutely.
He didn’t even hesitate. He always leaned toward soft, pastel tones for you, like he already knew what would look best on you before you even decided.
Light pink.
You nodded immediately when he said it, already excited again, rambling about adding tiny hearts and small details on top. Jungkook just watched you softly, expression unreadable in a way you didn’t notice, before he glanced away and told you he’d walk around for a bit while you got your nails done.
You blinked. That was new.
Because usually, when you were in treatment or stuck in a salon chair for hours, Jungkook would be waiting for you nearby. Either waiting on the couch or answering work calls outside the salon.
But this time, he left.
“Thank you, have a nice day,” you smiled at the staff, not surprised when they told you everything had already been paid for. That part was normal by now. Sometimes you even tried to sneak and pay yourself, but it never worked. Jungkook always stayed one step ahead of you.
When you stepped out later, freshly done nails drying as you adjusted your bag, you were about to text Jungkook when you suddenly saw him coming.
A little distance away with multiple paper bags in his hands.
Your eyes widened instantly. Jungkook lifted the bags slightly when he noticed you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked closer.
“Done with your nails, baby?” he asked softly, eyes briefly dropping to your hands like he was checking them properly.
“What’s that?” you asked, voice already shaky, excitement mixing with confusion as your heart started to pick up.
He handed you the paper bags, and you immediately looked inside, your heart thumping when you realized he had bought everything you had been eyeing earlier—the bag, the clothes, the makeup… it was all in there.
“Koo…” you said weakly, your voice trembling the moment you realized he really bought everything, even the lipstick you had only tried on for fun.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your face buried itself against his neck, hiding away like you didn’t want him to see how emotional you were getting.
“Thank you,” you muffled against his skin, your cheeks burning from how overwhelming it all felt.
Jungkook buying you things wasn’t new. It happened often enough that you were used to it by now.
But this felt different.
Because you had told him earlier you didn’t need anything. You had insisted you already had enough—bags, shoes, books still brand new at home. You had tried to sound firm about it too.
And for once, Jungkook had actually listened. Or at least, you thought he had.
Because instead of arguing like he usually would, he had simply taken you to all your favorite stores anyway. Letting you walk around, letting your eyes wander, letting you stop for a second too long at things you pretended not to want. You kept telling yourself you were just window shopping. That you didn’t need anything. That you were being responsible.
But Jungkook was watching you closely, knows what his sweet girl wanted.
He was unintentionally making you fall harder for him.
Your young, innocent heart once again threatened to climb his walls. Without realizing that you were already standing too close to where you belonged.
Jungkook chuckled lowly at your reaction, smiling when you clung to him a little too tightly, like you didn’t want to let go yet. His hands gripping your waist in place.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, voice close to your ear.
You finally loosened your grip just a little, pulling back enough to look at him. Your eyes were still wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted like you were still trying to process everything.
“I… I’m so happy,” you whispered.
His gaze softened immediately, heavy-lidded eyes dropping briefly to your lips before lifting back up to your face.
“Really,” he murmured, pulling you slightly closer again, just enough that there was no space left between you.
You nodded quickly. “So happy, Koo…”
The following school week, you showed up to class with the new bag already in use, carefully placed on the chair beside you. Your nails were freshly done too, and every time you looked at them you couldn’t help but think of Jungkook.
“You almost have a new bag every month, do you even know how much that costs?” Nayeon said, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with raised brows.
You couldn’t even argue with that. It was true.
Every month, it was either a new bag or a new pair of shoes, sometimes both.
“And those are branded,” Sana added. “I know Jungkook has a good job, but don’t you think that’s… too much?”
There was concern in her voice, but not really for you.
For him.
To your friends, it looked like he was just spoiling you. Babying you because you were childhood friends, because your families were close.
And from the outside, it probably did look like that.
Like you were simply receiving too much. Like you were just letting it happen.
But what they didn’t see was that Jungkook never hesitated when it came to you. Never treated it like a burden. Never acted like it was something he was losing from.
If anything, it was the opposite. And that was the part you couldn’t explain to them.
Because they only saw what he gave. Not what he felt when he gave it.
“If you keep on doing that, I won’t be surprised if he grows tired of you,” Riri said, shaking her head as her gaze dropped briefly to your bag like it had suddenly become something unpleasant.
The words didn’t land softly. Tired of you.
“That won’t happen,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, like saying it out loud would make it true.
But your friends didn’t look convinced. They rolled their eyes almost in sync.
“Even if you’re close, he’ll still grow tired of you eventually,” Sana added. “Especially if it’s always like that. He’s probably just too nice to say no to you.”
“I honestly feel bad for him,” Riri agreed, leaning back in her chair. “Those things he’s buying? Gosh, he could probably buy a new car already. Everything’s branded!"
The laughter that followed wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. It sat somewhere in between—light enough to pass as a joke, heavy enough to stick.
You stayed quiet. Because for the first time, the thought didn’t bounce off you like it usually did.
The dresses hanging in your closet. The bags lined neatly on your shelves. The shoes you barely had reason to wear but still owned anyway. The perfumes that smelled like soft powder and familiarity. The little pieces of gold jewelry he had given you on birthdays without fail.
All of it. All from him.
Your friends kept talking, but their voices blurred into the background. You tried to smile at lunch, tried to pretend you were fine, tried to focus on your notes later like you always did when your mind got loud.
But it kept coming back anyway.
What if he gets tired of you? What if he’s just too nice to say it?
You were so used to Jungkook spoiling you that it took you a while to even recognize the thought creeping in—maybe you were too much. Maybe you were asking for too much without meaning to. And once that idea settled, it didn’t just sit quietly. It spread.
The possibility that he might look at you one day and feel burdened? That the person you trusted most might start seeing you as a responsibility instead of someone he chose?
That possibility hurt more than anything else.
Because even though, deep down, you knew Jungkook wouldn’t easily do something like that… you were still afraid.
So for the following weeks, you changed.
You stopped calling him for help with your assignments. You stopped texting him every small thing that happened in your day. You tried to answer things on your own, figure things out without leaning on him, even when your first instinct was to reach for him.
You were trying, quietly and stubbornly, to be less.
And Jungkook noticed.
At first, he convinced himself you were just busy. School, friends, life—it made sense. He told himself not to read too much into it, not to assume anything, not to disturb you.
But then it continued.
“It’s okay, Koo. I swear I can do it by myself,” you said over the phone one night when he had offered to come over and help you with your assignment.
Jungkook paused at that, leaning back in his chair, one hand still resting near his laptop. He had just finished working overtime, exhaustion still sitting heavily on his shoulders.
“You sure, baby?” he asked more carefully this time. “What is it about? Maybe I can help.”
Three weeks.
It hadn’t even been that long. Not for most people.
But for you and Jungkook, it felt different.
Because since you were seven years old, you had always been there. Always reaching out. Always calling. Always texting. Even during vacations, even during trips, even during the smallest moments of the day—you were part of each other’s rhythm.
And he was used to it. Used to you.
He missed you in a way he didn’t really know how to admit, even to himself. Sometimes he would catch himself checking his phone in the middle of meetings, expecting your name to appear out of habit, confused when it didn’t.
But more than that, he was starting to overthink.
Because he didn’t want to come off as clingy. He remembered what you had said about your dates before. So he held back.
But you holding back too? That didn’t feel right.
Because you were never like that with him.
Always and exceptionally, his sweet clingy girl.
His frustration was leading him to pump his cock every night. After going home from work, he would lie down on the bed still wearing his glasses, not bothering to change his clothes or remove his silver wristwatch. With a grunt, he would pull out his cock from his dark slacks, spitting on his tip in frustration, pumping it hard and fast with the thought of you.
“Fuck, what’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, squeezing the tip of his cock to coax out more precum. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he imagines burying himself between your thighs, determined to eat your wet pussy until you finally tell him what’s been bothering you.
He wanted to please you so badly, kiss your problems away, wanted to fuck you so hard that all your pretty little head would think about was him.
The one-night stands and occasional hookups were not giving him a proper release. He would push the other girls’ heads down harshly on his cock so he wouldn’t see their faces, always fucking them from behind so he could imagine it was you. He would bend their bodies into positions that would make him think it was your sweet little body he was fucking. He always had the stamina to go for multiple rounds because his cock was always so hard even after he came, his mushroom tip pulsing and leaking for you.
It was so bad, so sinful, so dirty.
He wanted to know what was wrong, the urge to tie you down with his chains growing stronger. Yet he was afraid to do that to you, afraid to scare his precious little girl.
“No need, Koo, it’s an easy project. Besides, I have a girl’s date tomorrow so I kinda need to prepare,” you said in a small voice. That was a lie—you didn’t have a girls’ date tomorrow… but you’d rather stay at home than see him.
For the past weeks, he had noticed that he didn’t receive any of your random texts anymore, your silly calls for help with assignments, your usual chocolate chip cookies whenever you stopped by his house, or your clinginess to convince him to sleep over even when he would always decline.
The fact that you were going out with your friends this weekend was also very unusual. Although you still spent time with friends and other people occasionally, three weeks without seeing him at all, felt odd.
The chains of possessiveness wrapped around him once again.
“Can I at least stop by to see you tonight?” he almost pleaded. “I miss my baby.”
You shut your eyes tight, clutching your phone in your hands at his words. The wild beating of your heart betrayed you.
“I m-miss you too, Koo. But… maybe next time. I’m really busy,” you reasoned, hoping he would just drop it and let it go.
Jungkook groaned. Your sweet “I miss you” went straight to his cock, his jaw ticking in frustration as he loosened his black tie to regulate his breathing.
“Koo?” you said nervously when he didn’t answer, biting your lip hard when he stayed silent on the line.
“Where are you?” he rasped, his serious tone almost making you jump.
It was Friday, and you were rotting in your room. In fact, you had no piled-up projects or assignments due because you finished them all just to preoccupy your mind from Jungkook.
The urge to disturb him and spend time with him was strong, but you wanted to prove to yourself and your friends that you were not using him. You were wasting a perfectly boring Friday lying on your bed while thinking about… Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
“I-I’m in my room, why?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“Huh? Koo, you can’t—”
He dropped the call.
Your eyes widened when you realized he would actually come here.
You quickly scanned your room, sighing in relief when you remembered you cleaned your mess yesterday. Standing up, you looked at yourself in the mirror—your cheeks were flushed, your hair a bit messy from lying down, wearing matching ruffled short shorts and a pastel pink spaghetti strap top. You leaned closer, checking if you should apply lip gloss or not.
“Ugh, why am I panicking! it’s just Kookie,” you grunted, pacing around your room, a bit excited that you would finally see him after a long while.
You brushed your hair, cringing when you applied a little bit of lip balm, debating if you should change your clothes or if you would look stupid for getting ready too much.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone beeped with a text.
Kookie: Do you want anything? I can bring you something to eat.
A loud squeal came out of your lips, and you immediately placed your palm over your mouth in case your mom would come check if you suddenly fainted or something. You read the text over and over again like it would change its meaning.
“This is the reason why no one compares to you, ugh!” you groaned to yourself, comparing his sweet gesture once again to all the boys you had tried dating.
You were about to reply when another text came in, not from him but from your good friend Hoseok, also a guy who had expressed his feelings for you before, which you rejected. He was good-looking, kind and sweet, but with his radiating energy and personality, you only saw him as a friend. You were glad he didn’t take the rejection seriously, though… sometimes he acted a bit too sweet with you.
Hoseok: hEY CUTIE! I’m downstairs!!!! Let’s hang out!
“What the fuck?!” your eyes widened immediately, rushing to the bedroom window only to see Hoseok outside your house, waving at you with a bright freaking smile.
You rushed downstairs and quickly opened the door, ready to scold him, but he only laughed at you.
“Hobi! What are you doing here? It’s late!” you hissed, grabbing his arm to shake some sense into him.
He only smiled brightly, laughing at your panicking tone. “Chill, it’s only like… 9 PM? Besides, it’s Friday! Let’s go out!”
You shook your head. Although he was very sweet and it wasn’t really bad to go out with him, you didn’t want Jungkook to see him here. The fact that you had just told him you were busy and now you had a friend over would make you look so bad.
“I can’t, Hobi- I-I have stuff to do,” you said, pulling his arm again, almost shaking it.
He rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become so boring? Unless…”
His eyes squinted as he leaned closer to your face. “Do you finally have a boyfriend coming over?”
“Hoseok!” your ears turned red. You were about to push him away when you suddenly saw a familiar black Cadillac pulling over.
Jungkook opened the driver’s seat door, his dark eyes immediately landing on your small hands holding Hoseok’s arm.
You gulped harshly and pushed Hoseok away. The way Jungkook looked at you made you feel small—his dark eyes slowly dragging over your exposed skin. In your panic earlier, you didn’t bother changing out of your sleepwear since you rushed out to scold your friend.
“Uhh, I think I should go.” Hoseok chuckled nervously, stepping aside when he saw Jungkook’s serious glare on him. The way Jungkook’s jaw tightened made it look like he could punch Hoseok at any moment.
With a bright, awkward smile, he quickly left, leaving the two of you alone.
Jungkook stepped closer, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You were busy, huh?” Jealousy dripped from his tone.
“Koo—”
“Are you dating him?”
“What? No, he’s just a friend,” you panicked.
He raised a thick brow at you, stepping dangerously close and invading your personal space, leaning down to whisper near your ear.
“Then why was he leaning this close to you, hmm?” he mocked, his nose grazing your neck.
Hoseok had been close to your face earlier, but not like this.
Jungkook’s hands circling your waist, pulling you closer until you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette, a sign that he only smoked when he was either bored or stressed.
“He wasn’t, Koo, I swear…” you pleaded, your hands clutching his shirt.
You gasped when he softly bit your neck, his hands gripping your hips.
“How about me? Would you let me be this close to you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with heat, rational thoughts flying out of the window.
You nodded almost immediately, eyes soft. “O-Of course, Koo.”
A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and faint. “Yeah?” he asked, gaze lifting to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping again. “Why is that?”
“Cause you’re my K-Kookie,” you said shyly, the words coming out smaller than you intended, but honest in a way that left no room for pretending. It wasn’t just habit when you called him that—it was attachment, something that had grown with you over the years without you even realizing how deep it had become.
He groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. “Yeah? Then why are you avoiding your Kookie, hmm?” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. “Been thinking if I did something wrong baby,” he grunted against you, inhaling your soft scent.
“I’m s-sorry… I just thought you’d get tired of me,” you said quietly, voice breaking as your eyes began to glass over. “I always cling to you Koo… relying on you like this.”
Jungkook stiffened, the fact that you would think about something like that pained him, when all he wanted was for you to cling onto him, to rely on him, to stay close to him.
His gaze lifted slowly, and the moment he saw your face properly—the way your lips trembled, the way you were trying so hard not to cry—it hit him harder than anything else.
“Who put that thought in your pretty little head, baby?” he asked softly, but there was a quiet firmness underneath it, like he didn’t even want the idea to exist. His thumb reached up instinctively, wiping away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You know that’s not true.”
You sniffled, trying to breathe through it. “I-I know… I just got scared because…” your voice cracked again, and you hesitated, fingers curling slightly as you looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue. “B-Because I really like you… and I don’t want that to happen.”
Fuck.
Suddenly, there were bricks in your hands you didn’t remember picking up… stacking themselves, one after another, forming something warm, terrifying and inevitable.
Your small hands reached for him then, hesitantly tugging at his shirt like you needed him closer just to feel steady again.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, something tightening in his chest at the sight of you trying so hard to hold onto him while thinking he might let go.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pulling you closer. “I like you too,” he said softly, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it.
Your glossy eyes widened, the legos he was trying to build were now finally coming together.
Like your hands had been there all along, quietly sorting through the scattered pieces he didn’t know how to organize, fitting them into gaps he didn’t even realize were empty.
And Jungkook just looked at you—really looked at you—like something in him had finally stopped pretending too.
Your mother had been pleasantly surprised when she saw him walk in, quickly turning into the kind of delighted smile she always had whenever Jungkook came around. After all, it wasn’t often that he visited you directly anymore—you were usually the one going to him.
The two of them ended up talking for a bit downstairs, catching up on things in that familiar, comfortable way that made it feel like he had never really stopped visiting your home.
And then, eventually, you brought him upstairs.
You were sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, bunny plushie on your lap while Jungkook stood near your shelves, quietly taking in the changes in your room. It looked different from the last time he had properly paid attention to it—more grown, more you, but still carrying little traces of the little girl he grew up with.
After earlier, your heart wouldn’t slow down, panic lingering beneath your skin at how intimate his presence felt in your room now.
He felt like he was finally your Ken now, but to you, he was the dinosaur to your barbie.
“You still have this,” he said softly, a small smile forming on his face when he picked up the small dinosaur he gave you when you were little.
It was cute, a pink little dinosaur he saw in the mall and gave it to you as a small gift for your eleventh birthday. It was sitting beside your bookshelf, along with some of your favorite books that were given by him.
You let out a small giggle, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly. “I actually still have some of your dinosaurs in my storage box,” you admitted softly. “I didn’t throw them away.”
That made him pause.
He stopped looking around the room and turned his full attention back to you. His dark eyes drifted over your figure, taking in the way your short sleepwear softly clung to your body.
The gentle curve of your breasts, the softness of your thighs and the bunny plushie resting in your lap—the one you insisted looked just like him.
Jungkook swallowed harshly, tilting his head to regulate his thoughts. “Then why is this the only one out here?” he asked, raising a brow slightly while pointing at your pink dinosaur.
You let out a small giggle, putting your bunny aside and swinging your legs a little where you sat. “That’s my favorite. You gave it to me on my birthday, and it’s pink!”
There was something warm in your voice when you said it, something soft and nostalgic that made it feel less like you were talking about a toy and more like you were talking about a memory you had kept safe all this time.
Jungkook’s gaze softened for a second.
His cheeks picked up the faintest dust of pink, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking closely. His tongue brushed briefly against his lip ring out of habit as his eyes stayed on you, growing heavier-lidded the longer he looked.
Jungkook took a step closer, the space between you shrank without either of you really acknowledging it, like it was becoming natural to be near each other again in a way that felt different from before.
His hand lifted gently, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of care that didn’t match how intense his gaze had become. “My sweet girl,” he murmured, almost like he wasn’t fully aware he said it out loud.
You looked up at him, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, your lips parting on instinct.
“Sometimes I still play with them,” you said shyly. “but not like before, I just… talk to them sometimes.”
‘’You do?’’ His brow lifted slightly, but this time there was something darker flickering behind his gaze—interest, amusement, and unadulterated desire.
You nodded, giggling under his touch. “Yeah, I kinda find them cuter than barbies now.”
He shifted his weight, stepping even closer until his hand slid from your cheek down to your jaw, holding you there gently but firmly, like he wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were.
“Hmm, I miss playing with you.” he drawled lazily, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair.
You smiled, innocently nodding your head. “Me too!’’
He sat down on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping your lips when he easily lifted your body until you were straddling him. The way he moved you so effortlessly sent a shiver down your spine, both of your hands landing on his shoulders for balance.
“Yeah?” he whispered, leaning in to press a small peck against your lips.
Your eyes widened. It was so quick, so light, like a feather brushing against your lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed how dilated his pupils were.
“Was that okay?” he rasped.
You blinked, and then, slowly, a small smile formed on your lips. Leaning in, you cutely pressed a soft kiss to his lips in return.
“Okay,” you giggled, your eyes sparkling.
Lego butterflies erupted on his stomach.
Jungkook took his sweet time with you. His kisses were slow, shallow, and soft, as though he was waiting for you to feel comfortable. When your lips parted slightly, he slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper from you.
The moment he felt your body relax against him, he deepened the kiss, his brows furrowing as his hands tightened around your waist to keep you steady.
Your breath caught in your throat, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing deliciously against your bottom lip, slick with saliva every time his mouth moved against yours. Whenever soft sounds escaped you, he swallowed them instantly, kissing you deeper as if he couldn't get enough. The wet glide of his tongue against yours became the only sound filling the room.
“Koo…” you murmured softly, your fingers gripping his white long sleeves, a reminder that he had come straight from work.
When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between your lips for a brief moment before snapping. His lips were flushed and slightly swollen, mirroring your own, while his glasses sat faintly fogged from the warmth of your shared breath. And when your eyes met his, the dark intensity in his gaze made your heart stutter.
You giggled shyly and reached up to remove his glasses.
“It’s foggy,” you pouted, your cheeks warming as you held them in your hands.
Using the hem of your top, you carefully wiped the fog from his glasses. You were just about to place them back on his face when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you again.
The way he advanced so fast, like you were the cure to his hunger…it made you wet.
This time, the kiss was needier—hungrier. His tongue slipped past your lips as though he was chasing something, as though you were the only thing capable of satisfying it.
He kissed you with a newfound urgency, flicking his tongue against yours, no longer slow or shallow. Saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, turning it messy and overwhelming in a way that made your head spin.
You were still clutching his glasses loosely in your hand, but your grip tightened every time he pulled you closer, his tongue coaxing yours into the kiss again and again.
It still wasn't enough for him.
His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair at the nape of your neck before tugging gently—just enough to tilt your head back and draw a soft gasp from your lips.
“Koo…” you breathed shakily, trying to catch your breath.
“Open your lips wider,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. “Wanna kiss you more.”
Your thoughts were already turning hazy, your body warm beneath his touch. When you hesitated, his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, the edge of his wristwatch pressing against your nape and pulling another gasp from you. Before you could gather your thoughts, he kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours before pulling back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth.
The way he alternated between sucking and biting made heat spread heavily through your body, your mind blurring more with every passing second. Your chest rose unevenly as you tried to steady yourself.
“Kookie-” you tried again, weaker this time.
He finally hummed in response, like he heard you but didn’t fully intend to stop. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing slow kisses downward while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head slightly to expose more of your neck to him.
“Wanna play with you,” he whispered against your skin.
“H-Huh?” you frowned, bewildered when you heard what he wanted to do.
“Wanna play with my baby,” he swallowed hard, tilting his head slightly as his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. “Do you want that?”
He gave a gentle tug, just enough to draw a small sound of surprise from you.
“C-Can we do that some other time?” you said shyly, leaning into him, your hands gripping his arms as you tried to pull him closer. “Wanna kiss you more, Koo.”
A low groan slipped from him at that, almost frustrated. He dipped his head and bit lightly at your neck before soothing it with his tongue, the contrast making your breath catch.
“But I wanna play with you, baby,” he cooed, voice softer now but laced with something teasing, almost mocking in the way he echoed your words from when you were younger.
You whined, your cheeks burning, your body already feeling too warm from him, from the way he kept holding you so close like there wasn’t any space left to escape even if you wanted to.
“But Kookie—”
“Please, baby?” he interrupted gently, lips pressing against your neck again, slower this time, more deliberate.
The sound of your breathing changed when he lingered there, and for a moment you just held onto him, torn between what you were saying and what your body was already answering for you.
When he finally pulls back from your neck to look at you properly, you’re already chewing your bottom lip, brows furrowed at his request, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you cling to him.
“Words, baby,” he said quietly.
You hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, your voice coming out small and defeated, like you didn’t really want to stop him but couldn’t fully say yes either.
“Okay.” you frowned.
He let out a soft laugh at your reaction.
“Is my baby girl sad, hmm?” he chuckled, one hand holding both of your cheeks so he could look at your face properly.
“Jungkook, please,” you whined.
“Jungkook, please,” he repeated, mocking you, amusement clearly etched across his darkened expression.
His eyes dropped slowly over your body—your clothed cunt pressed against his hard cock beneath his slacks, your breasts brushing firmly against his chest, your small hands tugging and gripping him for purchase.
“You’re so pretty,” he groaned.
His index finger traced lightly over your collarbones, watching how your skin would turn pink whenever he touches harder.
“So soft,” he cooed under his breath, his hand sliding downward along the curve of your chest, making you hiss softly.
You looked down at his hand. “K-Koo, what are you doing?” you said weakly.
His fingers drifted lower, resting near your belly button, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
“Playing with you,” he said simply, head tilting as he looked at you with quiet amusement.
Heat spread through your body like wildfire, your back arching slightly as realization sank in. A liquid warmth pulsed between your thighs, your panties growing wetter with arousal.
“Koo, that’s so—” you couldn’t finish your sentence, a sharp gasp leaving you when his finger finally traced over you through your thin sleep shorts.
“I wanna play with you here,” he murmured, continuing to trace slow circles over your clothed pussy.
A soft moan slipped from you, almost breaking into a sob at the anticipation alone.
“Do you want that, baby?” he leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, eyes lifting to meet yours. His gaze was heavy, dark with need, but steady—waiting, still holding himself back just enough to give you the choice.
“Yes.” you gulped harshly, eyes getting heavy lidded.
“Yeah? you’ll let me play with your little pussy?’’ he whispered.
“Please…” you moaned, cheeks flushed red, eyes slipping shut as you lightly grinded against him, desperate for friction.
He chuckled softly, pecking your lips once more. “I’ll lay you down, okay? Gonna spread your legs so I can play with you properly.”
He guided you down onto the bed gently, positioning you beneath him and carefully parting your legs. You gasped slightly at the change in position, a wave of overwhelm hitting you. You were about to sit up again, but he quickly followed, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you softly.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered when he felt your panic, his voice low and steady. “We’ll take it slow.”
His left hand cupped your breast gently while the other held your face in place, steadying you as he continued kissing you.
You had never let anyone get this far before. You had shared a few lingering kisses, a few brief touches, but you had never crossed that line with anyone. The thought of letting Jungkook do it now sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up.
His nose grazed your neck as he breathed you in, his presence grounding and overwhelming all at once.
“Can I remove this, baby?” he asked gently, fingers holding the straps of your top as his lips brushed against your sternum, waiting.
You nodded, “Yes, please.”
He smiled, slowly removing your top and exposing your baby pink lace bra. A low groan slipped from him at the sight, and he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric, his tongue teasing through the cup as your nipples hardened beneath the sensation.
“Oh, Koo…” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair.
His other hand was already on your breast, kneading it slowly as he worked you over. Soft whimpers slipped from your lips when you felt the fabric growing damp from his saliva, the outline of your nipple becoming more visible beneath it, clearly caught under his gaze.
With a deep groan, he pulled the straps of your bra down, exposing your soft breasts fully. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight.
“Pretty girl,” he mused.
‘’Kookie, this is so embarrassing.” you avoided eye contact, trying to cover your breasts.
“Shh, you’re so pretty,” he said softly as he slowly removed your arms from your chest, dark eyes roaming over your figure.
“Look at me,” he added, gentle—but with an edge underneath it.
When you finally did, your eyes almost rolled back when you saw him sucking his fingers, bringing them down to your right nipple. He pinched it, spreading his saliva before rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger.
“Oh my gosh!”
“You like that?” he murmured, leaning down to your other breast. He spat on the bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking it softly.
You were a whining mess, your fingers tightening in his hair from the intensity. It was wet and messy, a soft pop following when he released your nipple briefly, only to switch to the other one—his lip ring brushing against your nipple, adding even more stimulation.
“Mmph, that’s so good-’’
Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his palm press over your mouth, silencing your moans.
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Need you to be quiet for me.”
“S-Sorry,” you said shyly, biting your lip as you realized how loud you must have been.
He smiled softly, pressing a trail of kisses from your stomach down to your belly button. “Good girl.”
You quickly covered your mouth when his nose nudged against your clothed cunt, inhaling your pussy as he lingered there a little too long.
“Mmph!” you shifted your legs, but he held your hips firmly in place.
“Baby, keep your legs open,” he groaned, his nose following your clothed cunt.
After inhaling your pussy like he was addicted to it, he slowly pulled your shorts down. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his hands stopped you, guiding them open instead. The movement exposed the wet patch in your pink underwear, your arousal already seeping through and clinging to the fabric, your inner thighs slightly damp.
“So messy baby, is this all for me?’’ gathering saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed slightly before he leaned down and spat onto your clothed pussy, watching closely as it mixed with your wetness. The fabric darkened further, your cute slit more clearly outlined beneath it.
You whimpered at the feeling, warmth spreading through you as his spit soaked through your panties. But the moment he leaned in again, your legs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him between your thighs.
“Sorry, I didn’t m-mean that,” you said quickly, loosening your grip and slowly reopening your legs.
He looked up at you, expression softening immediately, a small gentle smile returning to his face. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just relax for me, yeah?”
Opening your legs wider, he leaned down and ran a slow stripe through your panties, moving from your entrance up to your clit, making the fabric even wetter beneath his tongue. His fingers dug into both of your thighs when you instinctively tried to move again, the sensation overwhelming enough to keep you still for a moment.
He was messily working you through the fabric, groaning softly as he pressed his tongue against you, his mouth trying to suck your clit to make it peek through your panties. The sensation of the wet fabric against your swollen clit was uncomfortable in the best way—overwhelming, and painfully pleasurable.
You quickly bit down on your hand to muffle your moans, but the sounds still slipped out regardless.
When your moans started getting louder, he exhaled sharply and pulled your underwear down, gathering the soaked fabric in his hand without hesitation.
“Open your mouth,” he rasped.
You hesitated for a second before slowly parting your lips, eyes widening when he slid your soaked underwear inside. The taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva hit your tongue immediately.
“There you go, baby,” he murmured, voice softer again. “All nice and quiet.”
He leaned in after that, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek like it was a reward. He reached for his glasses on the bed and put them back on before leaning down again.
“Need to see this pretty pussy clear, baby.” he said softly, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at you.
A low groan left him as he slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer. His head tilted slightly as he stared at your bare cunt for a moment longer, like he was memorizing the sight in front of him.
“You’re so pretty,” he bit his lower lip.
He used his fingers to part you further, exposing your swollen clit before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to it.
“Gonna play with you now,” he lowered his mouth to you, tongue slipping into your wet folds, collecting your arousal, tasting you slowly as he began to eat you out properly.
Your moans were muffled by the soaked fabric still stuffed inside your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightened, firm enough for you to feel the cold press of his silver watch against your skin, holding you in place as you squirmed restlessly beneath him.
Every so often, he’d pull back just enough to gather saliva on his tongue, before leaning back in to spit just above your hood, pulling your pussy lips apart so it can trail down over your clit. He’d spread it with his tongue, deliberately working it in, just to make you even messier.
The way he ate your pussy was almost the same way he kissed you—messy, pouty and needy. His mouth stayed slightly parted, expression focused, brows faintly furrowed like he was too absorbed in your cunt to care about anything else.
His hips thrusted unconsciously against the bed, his own restraint slipping the more you reacted. Every soft sound you made went straight through his cock, making it harder for him to hold back. His precum was leaking at the tip, almost fucking the mattress everytime your pussy squelches.
“Mmph.’’ you moaned, eyes getting teary because he wasn’t stopping.
The feeling of your clit on his tongue was addictive—how it twitched, how it reacted to every movement. He kept circling it, sucking, teasing, as if he couldn’t get enough… you were dripping so much that before it could even reach the bed, his tongue was already there to catch it, eager to taste every drop of you. The wet, dirty slurping sounds filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Every time you tried to wriggle your legs, he only pinned you down more, spreading you wider so he could eat your pussy properly, taking his time while adjusting his glasses whenever he paused to look at you.
Whenever he stopped, he’d either spit or simply stare at your cunt, his thumb pushing your folds apart just to get a better view of your swollen clit, already flushed and sensitive from his tongue.
“My pretty little pussy,” he murmured.
The moment he saw your hole spilling with arousal, he leaned in quickly, tongue already out, licking into you and sucking everything back in like he couldn’t resist it.
Your eyes rolled back, your teeth biting down on the soaked fabric, overwhelmed by the pleasure building too fast. Your vision blurred slightly, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity.
He was edging you on purpose.
Not letting you finish.
Every time you got close, he slowed down or stopped completely, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart, waiting for you to settle before starting again. It was deliberate, controlled—like he was enjoying every second of keeping you right at the edge.
“Do you like playing with me?” he asked, voice muffled slightly as he stayed between your thighs, still looking up at you through his glasses.
You nodded quickly, too eager, your body still trembling from the way he was eating you out.
He finally pulled back and lifted his head, his chin and nose wet with your arousal. Calmly, he reached up to remove the panties from your mouth, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he urged you to speak.
“I-I like playing with you, Koo,” you croaked, cheeks flushed and slightly puffy, eyes glossy, lips red and parted in a dazed pout.
“Course you do,” he said proudly, a faint smile forming as he looked at you. “You’re my girl.”
He softly kissed your cheek, his right hand cupping your swollen pussy while his free hand worked on unbuttoning his white long-sleeve shirt. The belt at his waist pressing lightly against your inner thighs.
When he pulled his top off, your eyes immediately traced his lean frame. His shoulders looked broader up close, easily enclosing your space, his toned tatted arms fully exposed. The way his biceps flexed as he toyed with your pussy drew a soft moan from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.
His left hand rose slowly, wrapping around your throat. The amount of times that watch had pressed against you tonight felt almost sinful.
“Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” he raised a brow, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes roll back slightly.
Your cheeks burned instantly, embarrassed by how easily he pulled those reactions out of you.
You knew you had to stay quiet. Your parents trusted Jungkook completely—after all, he was your childhood best friend. He used to sleep over in your room without a second thought, and the idea that they might hear what he was doing to you now sent a sharp wave of anxiety through your chest.
But it only made you more restless. He was still holding back your release, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He buried his face into your neck, his voice dropping lower as he whispered just beside your ear, “Suck it.”
Before you could react, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. A sob nearly escaped you, your sounds quickly muffled by his long, slender fingers. “Shh, keep yourself busy,” he mocked.
You nearly gagged as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, drool gathering at the corners of your lips and trailing down his hand, dripping onto the face of his watch.
Meanwhile, he used his other hand to slide his middle finger into your tight hole, making your back arch from the sudden fullness. He was so deep already—his knuckle brushing against that soft, sensitive spot inside you, pressing just right.
“You’re so tight, baby. Is this pussy made for me?” he asked in a condescending tone, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer him.
“Yes, Kookie,” you gasped, struggling to steady your breathing.
“Yes, Kookie.” he mocked, squishing your cheeks with one hand as he repeated your words teasingly.
He pulled his middle finger out of your tight pussy, bringing it up in front of your face. “Spit.”
Still holding your cheeks, he waited, and you obeyed without hesitation, spitting onto his fingers. A gasp escaped you when he spread the moisture between his middle and ring fingers before sliding them back into your cunt, the added slickness making the movement even easier.
“Koo, oh my gosh…” you whimpered, his two tattooed fingers stretching you open.
He quickly found your sweet spot again, the pad of his fingers pressing into it and curling in a slow “come here” motion that made you leak even more around him.
Still holding your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you—hot, messy, and unrelenting—his tongue slipping into your mouth as he fed you spit, stealing your breath and your sounds all at once. It was as if he didn’t want you to breathe at all, the way his tongue moved inside your mouth mirroring the way his fingers worked inside you.
His hard cock pressed firmly against your inner thighs, grinding against you in slow, circular motions as he kept you pinned beneath him.
When his thumb circled your clit, your body reacted immediately—your pussy releasing so much liquid that you gasped and trembled, watching in disbelief as you wet his hands and his slacks more and more. You tried to push him away, tried to protest, but his mouth only swallowed your moans while his fingers kept massaging that sensitive spongey spot inside you, coaxing you to squirt more for him.
Your legs shook violently, the moment his thumb shifted into a more deliberate rhythm, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your clit pulsed rapidly beneath his thumb, your orgasm crashing through you in overwhelming waves that made your body feel completely unsteady. Your legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he kept them spread, refusing to let you escape. His fingers continued working inside you, pushing your cum, just so he could hear how wet you were.
Jungkook groaned against your mouth, you were so warm, wet and so tight—almost painfully sensitive. His fingers became slick with your release, coated in it as your body continued to tremble. When he finally pulled his fingers out, your pussy twitched immediately, still clenching around nothing, leaking more of your cum as your body struggled to settle.
You whimpered when he gathered the cum that dropped, only to push it back inside you. Your weak hands pressed lightly against his shoulders in protest.
“I c-can’t anymore… please,” you muffled, overwhelmed by how sensitive everything felt. Your pussy was swollen, pulsing, too overstimulated to take more.
He finally released your mouth. Your lips felt numb and swollen from his kisses as he looked at you, tilting his head slightly.
“You okay? You’re shaking, baby,” he said softly, concern in his tone—but there was something in his eyes, something almost teasing, like he was quietly pleased at how completely undone you looked.
He lifted his fingers and licked them clean slowly, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. His cock was leaking so bad, clearly desperate to feel how tight you are.
He rose from the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes fixed on you. His hair was still a mess from your earlier tugging, his pupils dark and blown wide with desire, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed his pants down his legs.
When he finally removed his boxers, your eyes widened as his cock hit his abdomen. It was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, veins running along the shaft, curving slightly upward, the flushed tip glistening with precum.
He shamelessly rolled the foreskin back, stroking himself slowly… squeezing the base just enough to draw out more precum. A low groan left his throat as he kept his eyes on you, like the sight of your naked body alone was enough to push him over the edge.
The number of times he had fantasized about this—it was almost wrong.
When he placed a knee on the bed, your eyes widened again, that soft innocence still lingering in your gaze. Your legs instinctively closed slightly, your fingers clutching the sheets as if you didn’t know where to put yourself. Your entire body language gave you away—you were still inexperienced, still unsure, your reactions honest and unfiltered.
Everything about you made that clearer. The way you kissed him, the way you tried to touch him, the way you trembled when his tongue met yours—it all showed how new this still was for you. How your body was still learning what it wanted.
And it made him shake.
The way your small hands trembled. The way you whined like you were trying to fight your own reactions. The way you struggled to understand your own desire—it sent a possessive rush straight through him. The realization that he was the only one who had ever seen you like this… the only one allowed to touch you like this.
His expression softened as he slowly crawled closer to you. Instinctively, you shifted back, your spine pressing against the headboard as his presence suddenly felt overwhelming.
“You okay, baby?” he asked gently, his hands moving to your folded knees, easing them open with careful pressure instead of forcing them. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You still want to continue?”
He was hard—thick and aching…but he still focused on you, wanting you to be comfortable, willing to do anything for his pretty girl.
You stared back at him. He was still wearing his glasses, his eyes heavy with lust, though he was clearly trying to soften his expression for you. You gulped harshly when his cock twitched on its own, even though he had stopped touching himself.
When you didn’t answer right away, he smiled gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand moved to fix your hair.
“It’s okay, baby. Do you want to rest?” his voice was low and raspy.
You wanted him so badly. In your quietest, most private daydreams, you sometimes wished you weren’t just best friends—that he was already yours in the way you secretly wanted. You were too in denial, too afraid to fully admit it, scared of what it meant and scared of losing him if you crossed that line. So you convinced yourself it was just confusion, just feelings being swayed by him.
But deep down, you knew. It had always been there—your childhood dream of being his princess, him your prince. The pink barbie to his blue dinosaur.
“No… I-I want to continue,” you said, immediately closing your eyes after, embarrassed by how unsure your own words sounded.
Jungkook stayed patient, despite the obvious tension in his body. Even with his cock still hard and throbbing, he waited for you, encouraging you to speak properly.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked softly, his weak eyes locked on yours.
You pouted slightly, reaching for his hand as he brushed your cheek.
“I want you, Koo… ever since we were little,” you admitted quietly, cheeks burning red.
His lips parted in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your confession.
He stared at you for a long moment, as though he were carefully processing your words. Then, gently, he tilted your chin upward, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.
“Is that true? My baby wants me?” he rasped, his heart pounding against his chest. The tips of his ears flushed a deep red as he searched your face for an answer.
You smiled shyly. “Want you, so bad.” you slowly reached for his hands, tugging them softly.
He let out a rough groan, immediately kissing you again, swallowing your gasps as he hovered over your body. He opened your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly grinded his cock against your wet pussy.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against your skin, his kisses turning possessive as they trailed down your neck. You could feel him sucking and marking your skin, leaving bruises in his wake.
The head of his cock dragged slowly up and down your puffy slit, the sensation making your body shiver as arousal built again almost instantly.
“Been trying so hard to be good for my baby,” he murmured like it was something unbearable to hold in. His hand kneaded your breast firmly while his mouth latched onto the other, his brows furrowed in focus as his tongue rolled over your swollen nipple.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as the crown of his cock pressed harder against your wet folds. His hips moved in steady harsh circles, his pubic hair brushing against you with deliberate rhythm. Precum mixed with your arousal, coating your folds and leaving everything slick and messy.
“Every time you went on your little dates, I wanted to tie you down so bad,” he groaned, his tatted fingers sliding down to spread your legs wider.
He lifted his hips and stroked himself once before spitting into his palm and spreading the slickness along his length. Then he guided himself to your entrance, positioning himself carefully as he lined up against you.
“Fuck, baby.” he looked down, letting out a rough groan at the sight of how small and tight you were against him. The tip of him was thick and flushed red, spitting down again, even though he was already slick with precum, trying to make it easier for both of you.
“I just wanted to be so good for my baby… guide you, give you everything you want,” he hissed, watching himself slowly push into you, his blunt head sinking in inch by inch. Even then, his other hand instinctively moved up to fix his glasses…watching himself enter your tight hole.
You gasped at the stretch, your walls clenching tightly around him as he entered you. The pleasure quickly turned painful—too intense, too unfamiliar—your hands scrambling for the sheets as your body reacted to the intrusion.
“Koo… it hurts,” you sobbed softly.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he widened your legs further, eyes still locked on where you were connected. His lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, watching your body take him in like it fascinated him. There was something almost consuming in the way he looked at your pussy—like he couldn’t look away from the way you were swallowing him.
He spat again, coating what was still outside of him before pushing in further. His thumb moved to open you gently, rubbing slow circles to ease you through it.
“Shh, baby.” he murmured softly.
You gasped loudly when he bottomed out—completely balls deep inside you. His mushroom tip kissing your cervix... your pussy was so stretched, as he filled you fully.
He cursed under his breath, the veins along his neck stood out as a deep flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. His lips parted slightly, like he was finally relieved to be inside you.
“Baby…” he said weakly, barely able to move. You were too tight, and he could feel it affecting you too.
“You’re so tight, you feel so good,” he whispered weakly, arms braced on either side of you as he held himself still.
You could feel him throbbing inside you, struggling not to move. The way he looked at you—like he was caught between pain and pleasure—made your body tighten around him even more, causing him to twitch in response.
He kissed you again, harder this time, like he was trying to pull your focus away from the discomfort. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, and you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as your body felt so sensitive, so fragile under his touch.
His kisses were messy and hungry, as though he were trying to pour all his frustrations from his hard cock into your mouth. When you shifted your hips slightly, he groaned sharply, biting down on your lower lip in response.
“Baby, stay still.” he breathed, holding your hips firmly in place.
“You can move, Koo… I want you to feel good,” you said weakly, trying to roll your hips against him despite the lingering ache. The pain was still there, but with the way he was kissing you and touching you, pleasure was slowly starting to return.
He shook his head, tightening his grip on your hips as he kissed you again, trying to distract you—but you didn’t stop. You rolled your hips anyway, chasing the friction you needed, his cock brushing against you in a way that pulled a soft moan from your lips.
“Baby,” he warned.
You moved again, slower this time, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
The moment you let out another soft moan, something in him snapped. He let out a low growl and pinned your hips firmly against the bed, holding you still before suddenly pushing his throbbing cock harder inside you. Thrusting deeper and deeper until your body bounced against the mattress, his grip on your waist tightening enough to leave marks, his palms digging into your skin as your body trembled beneath him.
“Go on, you wanted to be fucked like this. right?” he taunted, his voice strained as he angled himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
He tried to circle your hips against him, watching as you arched your back in pleasure and pain.
“Move your hips, baby… fuck me back,” he grunted.
You attempted to follow, but his pace was too fast and overwhelming, your body already slipping into overstimulation. Your moans grew louder as your pussy clenched around him, chasing another peak without even realizing it.
“It feels so good.” you moaned, fingers tangling messily in his hair.
Jungkook groaned, biting lightly at your collarbones in pleasure. “Yeah? Do you like playing with me?” he asked, rolling his hips against you, making your body jolt as your previous cum spilled out with every push.
You shivered at the way he said it—goosebumps spreading across your skin. The phrase no longer sounded innocent like it used to.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you like this,” he rasped, pulling out slightly before adjusting your position with ease, as if your body weighed nothing in his hands.
“Wanted to make you cum like a good girl and give you my well-done kisses,” he murmured in a praising tone, carefully turning you until you were lying on your stomach.
You moaned loudly when he entered you from behind. You tried to arch your back, but his body stayed close—hovering over you, keeping you pinned firmly to the bed. His tattooed arm circled your neck, not choking, but holding you in place so your face wouldn’t press into the pillow. His lips brushed your cheek as his hot breath fanned across your skin, sending a tingling sensation through you.
Then suddenly, your eyes widened—you heard footsteps outside the corridor leading to your room.
You instinctively tried to move, panic flashing through you, but Jungkook pinned your body down, your protests muffled beneath his warm palm.
“Y/N, my dear. Are you awake?’’ your mom’s voice echoed behind the door.
You wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, wide eyes and panicking when you heard your mom twisting the locked doorknob.
“K-Koo—mmph,” you muffled against his hand, trying to move, but he only pinned you down more firmly.
“What’s wrong, baby? Wanna stop?” he whispered lowly behind your ear, his cock twitching every time you shifted beneath him.
Jungkook slid his fingers into your mouth. “Is my baby a whore? hmm?” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he continued moving slowly, deliberately, every drag of him inside you controlled and unhurried.
You tried so hard to stay quiet, desperately sucking on his fingers to keep your moans contained. His other arm stayed wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to make your head spin, your eyes already glassy and red-rimmed.
“Jungkook, dear?” your mom called from outside. Usually, she would scold both of you for staying up too late.
Jungkook didn’t stop. Instead, his lips grazed the shell of your ear, his thick veiny cock grinding and circling.
“So tight,” he whispered, dangerously low, his pace slow enough that every movement made your walls feel him even deeper. His crown brushed that spongey spot inside you again and again, drawing out your arousal until you could feel it leaking onto the sheets beneath you.
You whimpered, but he only pushed his fingers further into your mouth, keeping you quiet while he continued moving at that slow, torturous rhythm. ‘’Quiet baby, can’t let her know I’m fucking her sweet little daughter, hmm?’’
Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around him as he groaned softly, his lips parting in pleasure. Every time he pushed in, your body seemed to pull him back in even harder—your warmth swallowing him completely.
You were shaking, saliva pooling messily on his fingers as you moved your legs weakly, trying to stop his movements because it was getting too much.
When you heard your mom sigh and finally walk away from the door, Jungkook slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, immediately tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
“You’re so dirty,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and degrading. “Getting fucked in your childhood bedroom like a good little whore.”
You came so hard from his words, his dirty whispers sending you completely over the edge. Whimpering when he held you down to chase his own pleasure, your body hypersensitive and trembling uncontrollably.
Jungkook groaned, your orgasm making him twitch as he came hard inside you. He angled his hips deeper, pushing in as far as he could, his cock oversensitive but he didn’t stop thrusting, the sensation making him whimper as he bit his lip hard, pushing his softening cock deeper, his balls tightening as he spilled his hot load inside you.
“Koo…” you said weakly, wincing when you felt his cum being pushed deeper and deeper.
You were about to close your eyes when you felt him harden again, his cock throbbing inside your spent pussy. He suddenly pulled out and lifted your body up, your eyes widening when you saw him— red and hard again, his shaft coated with thick white juices from both of your arousal.
He pulled your hair gently, standing at the edge of the bed, urging you to come closer.
“Play with my cock,” he rasped, letting go of your hair to hold the base of himself, offering it to you.
You swallowed harshly, weakly wrapping your hand around him. His cock felt heavy in your palm, every vein noticeable against your skin.
“Like this?” you asked innocently, looking up at him while moving your hand up and down, rolling your palm over him in slow strokes.
Jungkook bit his lip, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Yes, baby. Give it a nice squeeze for me.” he praised softly.
You smiled, eager to please him, picking up your pace and squeezing his cock while keeping your eyes on his.
His lips parted slightly, jaw tightening at the sight of you. His cock throbbed in your hand, chasing another release, your hand soft and perfect around his girth.
“Suck the tip for me, baby,” he breathed.
You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth and taking just the tip in, sucking on it like it’s your favorite dessert. The moment he moaned, you tried to take more of him, your tongue sliding along the underside of his crown as saliva gathered at your lips.
He cursed under his breath, quickly gripping your hair and pulling you back slightly. “It’s okay, baby… just the tip,” he whispered, softer now when he noticed your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.
You shook your head lightly. “No, I wanna make you cum, Koo. Use my mouth, please,” you said in a small, sweet voice, pouting up at him.
He groaned lowly, the sound strained—like he was barely holding himself together. He swore he almost lost it from your pleading alone.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
You obeyed immediately, sticking out your tongue all the way out for him.
He crouched down slightly and spat onto your tongue, holding the base of his cock as he tapped his tip against it, spreading the saliva before guiding you back in.
‘’Put your hands behind my thighs, baby.” he groaned.
Your small hands gripped the back of his thighs for support while both of his hands steadied your head.
You gagged when he pushed in deeper, his grip tightening in your hair every time he pulled back. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth, drawing out a rough moan from him. Your mouth was spilling with precum and saliva, gargling sounds escaping as he controlled the pace.
His cock was so big and salty, his plump crown hitting the back of your throat. You twirled your tongue around his length, occasionally sucking the tip and spitting to make him wetter, tracing the veins with your tongue while your other hand moved to massage his balls.
“Fuck, baby. You're doing so good,” he groaned.
“U-Use me, please.” you cried, letting go of his cock to press it against your cheeks, breathing heavily before spitting on it and catching it with your tongue, licking your dripping saliva from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip, repeating the motion again and again while maintaining eye contact.
Jungkook groaned. You were acting like a perfect little slut for him. “Baby, you’re such a dirty little whore,” he said, pulling your hair until your lips parted from the pain. “Do you like sucking my cock?”
You nodded eagerly, trying to suck his tip again, fluttering your eyelashes as if to impress him.
“Like it so much,” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before guiding his hand so he could use you.
Jungkook cursed, his patience running thin at how desperate you were, his eyes rolling back as he saw your inner thighs already dripping with a fresh gush of arousal.
Tears slipped down your cheeks when he pulled your hair to guide your mouth, his cock pushing further until your nose brushed against the soft patch of his pubic hair. He kept you still, his grip firm, as you felt him use your mouth like a fleshlight, whimpering harshly when he looked down and saw how beautiful and needy you were for him. With a final swirl of your tongue, he finally spilled inside your mouth, his cock pulsating against your tongue as you made sure to swallow everything eagerly, like a good girl.
When he released you, you almost collapsed onto the bed—dizzy and breathless, your jaw aching from the strain, your cheeks still wet with tears.
He pulled you back up immediately, squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your swollen mouth. He groaned as he tasted his own salty cum, swallowing it messily before deepening the kiss, licking into you until nothing was left.
“You okay, pretty?” he asked softly, fixing a strand of hair that had stuck to your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.
You nodded weakly, smiling at him despite everything, a little happy that you made him feel good. “Yes, Koo.”
As the sweet girl you always were, a part of you still lingered in uncertainty—quietly wondering if you really made him feel as good as he made you feel.
You had no experience, nothing to compare it to. Although you tried to please him as best you could, you were still unsure, a little insecure, your thoughts circling back on themselves in soft, persistent doubt.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. He sat down on the bed and pulled you gently into his lap, concern flickering across his face as he noticed you avoiding his gaze.
“Baby?” he called softly.
He kissed your cheek, and although he was getting hard again, he pushed his own desire aside the moment he saw your sad little pout.
“Baby, was I too rough?” he asked softly.
Your cheeks burned as you fiddled with your fingers. “No, Koo… just—” you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by your own thoughts.
“d-did I make you feel good too?” you asked, biting your lip as your gaze lifted to him—soft, searching, and a little shy—unable to hide how much you wanted to please him, how deeply you didn’t want to disappoint him.
He groaned lowly, his hold on you tightening as he gently rocked your body. “Of course, baby. You made me cum so hard,” he said, kissing your cheek again.
You pouted, a little relieved at that, your adorable eyes sparkling again.
“My poor clueless, baby.” he murmured, his kisses trailing down your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Your shy little kisses make me tremble, why are you even worried?” he whispered.
Slowly, he shifted you in front of him, lifting your legs and spreading them on either side of his thighs.
You gasped when you saw your reflection in the mirror across the room—your cheeks flushed, your skin marked in places from his kisses and grip, your legs spread open while he continued trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, holding your cheek so you faced the mirror properly, his dark eyes roaming over your reflection.
You tried to look away, shy and overwhelmed at how exposed you were, but he tightened his grip on your cheeks gently, his other tattooed hand sliding down to part your folds.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on you, while you could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower back.
You shivered when he licked up your neck messily, his other hand toying with your nipple while he kept your pussy open, your juices slowly leaking from your tight hole.
“Make me cum again,” he whispered, pulling your hood up to expose your swollen clit, his middle finger circling it slowly. “Rub your clit for me.”
Your eyes widened, your small hand shakily reaching down, his dark eyes following your every movement—like a predator watching its prey.
Your breath hitched as you slowly began to rub yourself, his fingers still holding you open while his gaze stayed fixed on your pussy.
“That’s it… rub harder, baby.” he encouraged, pulling at your nipples while grinding his hard cock behind you. You could feel his precum smearing along your lower back as he moved.
You obeyed, rubbing harder, your legs trembling as another wave of pleasure began to build. The way his tattooed fingers kept you open felt so sinful—you could see how pink and swollen you were from how hard he had fucked you earlier.
“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he murmured, his tip brushing against your lower back as his hips pressed into you more insistently. His tongue traced the shell of your ear. “You make me feel so good, I could cum just watching you play with your little clit like that.”
You came hard, your body shaking and gasping as pleasure pulsed through you in overwhelming waves, your clit throbbing rapidly beneath your fingers while his hand kept you open, making sure he could see every twitch and tremble.
Jungkook groaned behind you, eyes widening as he felt himself cum on your lower back, releasing so much that he had to pull you closer, almost trapping you against him. He whispered curses against your ear, grinding through his release until it became too much, overstimulation hitting him hard.
“Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” he breathed, pulling you into a tighter hug.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath. “I love you too, Koo.”
You turned to face him, reaching for his glasses. He looked at you dreamily, pouting the moment you slipped them off his face.
“Baby, no… I wanna see you,” he said weakly, reaching for you again.
But you only giggled, standing up with wobbly legs, tossing his glasses onto your small pink couch.
“Where’s my nerd?” you teased, circling your arms around him playfully.
He smiled, lips still slightly swollen and red, looking up at you with soft, dazed eyes—completely undone, but warm, and impossibly fond as he stayed right where you pulled him. His hands settled at your waist like it was the only place they were meant to be.
“Still here,” his voice low and lazy, like he had no intention of going anywhere at all as long as you were holding him like that.
Blueberry cheesecake. The kind of sweetness that hits first with a soft comfort, then lingers with a quiet edge of something deeper—something that stays on the tongue long after the last bite…and somehow, like the final piece snapping into place…
the lego hearts he’d been trying to build for years were now finally complete in your hands.
It was a little past 10 pm. The boys are just about finished with their first show of four in Las Vegas for the Arirang Tour.
Before the ending ment started for Into The Sun, you slipped backstage already gathering yours and jimin’s things into your bag. You threw his hoodie on, grabbed his charger, water bottle, and his rings he always would forget on counters.
Anything to make getting out of that Vegas Traffic easier before the post-concert frantic became unbearable.
Tour life was exhausting at times, crowded arenas, rushed schedules, living out of suitcases for weeks at a time. But being there with Jimin made every part of it worth it. Watching him backstage before hitting the stage, seeing the way his entire face lit up on that stage, hearing his laugh echo through dressing rooms after performances.. you loved every version of him.
By the time you made it back to the hotel, it was around 10:20.
The boys usually didn’t return until almost twenty minutes later, so you took the chance to shower first. The warm water washing away that sticky Vegas heat and lingering exhaustion from the night.
Afterward, you changed into one of Jimin’s oversized tshirts from home and a pair of sleep shorts before curling up on the hotel couch with your phone.
Endless scrolling filled that awkward hotel room silence while you waited for him to get back.
A few videos from tonight’s show already flooded your feed.
One in particular caught your attention immediately.
Jungkook had filmed Jimin during “Run BTS” with the drone, the video zooming perfectly into the braided hairstyle Jimin wore tonight.
Your lips twitched into a smile before you even opened the comments.
“PARK JIMIN. THE BRAIDS. OH MY GOSHHH”
“his hairrrrrr”
“oh he KNOWS he’s beautiful”
“THIS HAIRSTYLE??? OH IM SICK.”
A quiet laugh escaped your lips.
You were used to ARMY obsessing over your boyfriend online. That part stopped surprising you a long time ago.
Still. seeing everyone lose their minds over the braids made you weirdly happy.
Because honestly?
You got it.
The second you scrolled to the next video on your feed , you heard the hotel door unlock.
He was back.
“Baby?”
You looked up just in time to see him step into the room, messy blond hair from the stage, braids slightly loosened.
He dropped his bag beside the couch before making his way over to you. “They got all messed up.” he complains quietly, turning his head slightly so you could inspect braids.
A smiled pulled your lips immediately, fingers brushed aganist one of them, careful not to tug.
“They still look very pretty.”
Jimin glanced at you through tired eyes before leaning down until he was eye level with you.
“Pretty?” he repeated softly, the corners of his mouth lifting to form a smirk.
“Mhm.”
“Good.” he murmured
Then placed his lips on yours.
He smelled faintly like sweat, expensive cologne, and the hairspray stylists used before the shows.
Familar. Comforting.
Jimin rested his forehead against yours for a second longer before sighing quietly.
“I’m so tried.” he admitted
You laughed softly, “You just performed in front of thousands of people for almost what… 3 hours?”.
“Still.”
He practically melted against you after that, dramatic as always.
“Did you eat yet?” you asked, running your fingers carefully through the loose strands near the back of his neck.
Jimin hummed absentmindedly, clearly more focused on you hands in his hair than the question itself.
“Barely.”
“Park. Jimin.”
“What?” a smile forming at his lips.
“You need actual food.”
“I need you to redo these first.”
You just shoot him a look. THAT look.
“Please. Can you braid it again?” he pleads.
You rolled your eyes instantly. “You are unbelievable.”
“And exhausted.” he added quickly.
“Manipulative.”
“Cute, though.”
A quiet laugh escaped you before you finally nudged his shoulder. “Fine. Sit down.”
Jimin smiled immediately, almost too pleased with himself, before dropping onto the floor between your legs without hesitation like this had already become routine.
The hotel room had settled into a soft space. The low hum of the A.C. filling the silence while blurry Vegas lights glowed through the curtains across the room.
Up close, you could see the leftover traces of his stage makeup, his faded eyeliner smudged softly beneath his eyes, glitter still dusted faintly across his cheekbones.
Pretty. So pretty.
Your fingers carefully pulled at one of his loosened braids while Jimin reached for his water bottle sitting on the coffee table beside the couch.
His rings clinked lightly against the plastic as he grabbed it, the sound oddly comforting in the quiet room.
“Ow.”, he complained suddenly when you tugged slightly.
You stared at the back of his head, “Chim. i barely touched you.”
“You hurt me.”
“You are so dramatic” you scoff, laughing slightly
“Absused by my girlfriend on tour.” he sighs
You snorted quietly, earning a sleepy smile from him.
A few black elastics sat around his wrist from earlier, loose against his skin while you carefully worked through the braids .
“Jimin. Hold Still.” you murmured
“I am holding still.”
“You literally just moved.”
“I BREATHED.”
Your laugh filled the room softly.
Jimin leaned back slightly at the sound of it, visibly relaxing more and more the longer your fingers stayed in his hair.
It was quiet for a moment after that.
Safe and comfortable.
Then, without warning, Jimin reached up blindly for your arm, tugging lightly at the sleeve of the oversized hoodie you’d thrown on over his shirt earlier.
“Hey,” you laughed. “That’s mine.”
“No,” he mumbled, eyes already closing again.” “It’s OURS.”
Your chest ached a little at how soft he sounded.
Once you finally finished redoing the last braid, Jimin immediately stood and wandered toward the mirror near the hotel dresser.
You watched quietly as he tilted his head, side to side, fingers brushing carefully over the fresh braids while a small smile slowly spread across his face.
“Well?” you asked.
Jimin glanced at you through the reflection.
“I think you make me look prettier than the stylists do.”
“Don’t let them hear you say that.”
“I’m serious.”
His voice softened slightly after that.
“I like it better when you do it.”
He turns away from the mirror, back to you on the couch. Eyes not moving from their position on you.
“Come here.” you say, smile forming at your lips.
He wastes no time, rushing toward the couch and attacking you with kisses.
this literally came to me the second i seen his braids last night. hope you guys enjoy!
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