⢠26 ⢠Requests: Closed ⢠Texts, Stories ⢠â HIATUS/UNDER CONSTRUCTIONâ *i was going to do a comeback, but honestly, i have no idea anymore. iâm just kind of lost.* posted 08/15/23 â ⢠MASTERLIST â˘
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Description:Â Thinking too much can be a bad thing, especially if you end up getting turned on without your fuck buddy to get you off. Bad quickly turns worse when your ex texts you, and worse goes to shit when you decide to let your ex in when youâre in such a state. After everything is said and done, youâre left feeling more confused than before and you decide that wine and sleep will be your best friend tonight.
Genre: Angst, smut.
Word Count: 7.0k
Warnings: Heavy dirty talk, derogatory name-calling, âDaddyâ kink, spit play, HEAVY breath play, lots of hair pulling, sensory deprivation & overload (yâall, i went all-in), rough sex, emotional turmoil?
Tags: @lunaticgurly, @legendaryangelmoneylawyer, @mrs-jeonjk *At any point in time, notify me to be added or removed from this list!*
A/N:Â So Iâm super sleep-deprived since I traveled across country and back in 4 days by driving and I have to get up early for my wisdom teeth surgery (which Iâm terrified about), but goshdamnit, Iâm gonna publish this before Iâm doped up on drugs. Enjoy (and please leave me lovely feedback so I can be happy while Iâm dying from this procedure)!
| Playlist | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |
Youâre currently curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. To say that youâre bored out of your mind is an understatement; however, an unidentified, hazy feeling stops you from getting up to do something. Your brain has been floating around to multiple topics, but somehow it always goes back to Jimin.
Itâs only been about two weeks since the whole break up ordeal, but it seems longer. During the time, you and Jimin have been getting quite close, and now itâs unusual for you two to not see each other longer than two days. It all still feels weird to you, especially since you were against turning your one-time-deal into a regular thing in the beginning.Â
âQuit running.â Jiminâs hot breath hits your neck as he pins you to the wall in his hallway. You want to ask yourself how you got in this situation, but you know youâre the only one to blame.
âIâm sorry, I was under the influence. I made a mistake, and I wasnât in my right mind.â You start spitting out the first thing that comes to mind to help you get out of this dilemma, but as soon as they come out, you feel guilty since you know thatâs not entirely true.
âIâd say you were in your right mind. At least enough to badger me about safe sex.â Jimin retorts, and that makes you forget about trying to not look at his gorgeous faceâ at least enough to give him a shocked expression and a smack on the arm. âJimin!â
He quickly laughs and backs away enough for you to breathe. A part of you is thankful since you can finally breathe without getting high from his intoxicating smell; however, you canât seem to smother that small yearning that wants to pull him right back in again. âIâm just joking! I already told you, Iâve scheduled an appointment to get checked. I was very serious and in my right mind when I said I wanted there to be a next time. I hope you were too.â
A blush creeps upon your face, and you curse Jimin for being so honest about the way he feels. âI-⌠I want to, butâŚâ you start to say; however, he quickly interrupts you.
âBut youâre still scared, right?â You glance up at his understanding gaze before looking back to the floor and giving a sheepish nod. Without a second thought, he diminishes the space in between you two again as you feel one arm of his wrap around your waist tightly, and the other hand comes to hold your cheek. âI wonât do anything you feel uncomfortable with. And if I do, be vocal about it. Iâll stop immediately. We go at your pace, okay? If you want nothing to do with me, tell me.â
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Description:Â Thinking too much can be a bad thing, especially if you end up getting turned on without your fuck buddy to get you off. Bad quickly turns worse when your ex texts you, and worse goes to shit when you decide to let your ex in when you're in such a state. After everything is said and done, you're left feeling more confused than before and you decide that wine and sleep will be your best friend tonight.
Genre: Angst, smut.
Word Count: 7.0k
Warnings: Heavy dirty talk, derogatory name-calling, âDaddyâ kink, spit play, HEAVY breath play, lots of hair pulling, sensory deprivation & overload (yâall, i went all-in), rough sex, emotional turmoil?
Tags: @lunaticgurly, @legendaryangelmoneylawyer, @mrs-jeonjk *At any point in time, notify me to be added or removed from this list!*
A/N:Â So Iâm super sleep-deprived since I traveled across country and back in 4 days by driving and I have to get up early for my wisdom teeth surgery (which Iâm terrified about), but goshdamnit, Iâm gonna publish this before Iâm doped up on drugs. Enjoy (and please leave me lovely feedback so I can be happy while Iâm dying from this procedure)!
| Playlist | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |
Youâre currently curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. To say that youâre bored out of your mind is an understatement; however, an unidentified, hazy feeling stops you from getting up to do something. Your brain has been floating around to multiple topics, but somehow it always goes back to Jimin.
Itâs only been about two weeks since the whole break up ordeal, but it seems longer. During the time, you and Jimin have been getting quite close, and now itâs unusual for you two to not see each other longer than two days. It all still feels weird to you, especially since you were against turning your one-time-deal into a regular thing in the beginning.Â
âQuit running.â Jiminâs hot breath hits your neck as he pins you to the wall in his hallway. You want to ask yourself how you got in this situation, but you know youâre the only one to blame.
âIâm sorry, I was under the influence. I made a mistake, and I wasnât in my right mind.â You start spitting out the first thing that comes to mind to help you get out of this dilemma, but as soon as they come out, you feel guilty since you know thatâs not entirely true.
âIâd say you were in your right mind. At least enough to badger me about safe sex.â Jimin retorts, and that makes you forget about trying to not look at his gorgeous faceâ at least enough to give him a shocked expression and a smack on the arm. âJimin!â
He quickly laughs and backs away enough for you to breathe. A part of you is thankful since you can finally breathe without getting high from his intoxicating smell; however, you canât seem to smother that small yearning that wants to pull him right back in again. âIâm just joking! I already told you, Iâve scheduled an appointment to get checked. I was very serious and in my right mind when I said I wanted there to be a next time. I hope you were too.â
A blush creeps upon your face, and you curse Jimin for being so honest about the way he feels. âI-⌠I want to, butâŚâ you start to say; however, he quickly interrupts you.
âBut youâre still scared, right?â You glance up at his understanding gaze before looking back to the floor and giving a sheepish nod. Without a second thought, he diminishes the space in between you two again as you feel one arm of his wrap around your waist tightly, and the other hand comes to hold your cheek. âI wonât do anything you feel uncomfortable with. And if I do, be vocal about it. Iâll stop immediately. We go at your pace, okay? If you want nothing to do with me, tell me.â
As his thumb begins to slowly caress its way down to your lips, you make eye contact with him, and you see a small shift in his eyes as they focus in on the way you unconsciously slide your tongue across your bottom lip and softly bite it. âIf you want me to kiss you, say it.â You notice how his toneâs become guttural, and thereâs suddenly neediness to it, and you canât help but lean into him more, desperately wanting to see whatâs next.
He leans down and softly bites your earlobe, making you arch your back and push your chest into him. âIf you want me to touch you⌠say it.â He whispers into your ear, gliding his hand down, and ever so lightly tracing your curves around your waist until he gets to your thigh. Smoothly lifting your leg around his waist, his hand starts slowly travelling upward again, this time under the hem of your skirt. With his other arm still wrapped around your waist, he pulls your hips closer and grinds his hips into yours, making your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder.
Jiminâs hand reaches your hip and digs his fingernails into your skin. âIf you want me toâ,â he begins to say as he scratches down, but hesitates as his hand quickly goes back to your hip. You feel his thumb wipe across your skin where your underwear should be. He slides your skirt up over your bum to confirm that you, indeed, were not wearing any panties. A small needy groan leaves his mouth, and you feel a puff of hot air on your neck before he pulls back, looking at you with blown-out pupils. âFuckâŚâ is all he could say before you leap up and he carries you back in his room.
A sigh leaves your lips as you think back to the first time the both of you saw each other after the first encounter. âWell that didnât last long,â you mumble, commenting about your fleeting negative feelings you once had.
As you flip over onto your side, you notice how thinking back to the two of you makes you start feeling hot and you suddenly canât seem to stop another flashback from popping up in your mind.
âBy the way, Iâm sorry you only got to come once during our first time together,â Jimin says as he sets you down on his bed and crawls on top of you.
You wrap your arms around his neck and gently grapple fistfuls of his smooth, black hair, beginning to softly play with it. Giggling, your eyes twinkle in amusement as you respond, âdonât be sorry. Besides, I was too focused on making you feel good to careâ.
You notice the tiniest movement of him pulling back, and his eyebrows scrunch together. Afraid you said something weird, you ask him whatâs wrong; however, he quickly recovers, and a bright smile graces his face. âNothing, you just surprised me, thatâs all.â
âHow so?â
âWell, for starters, I donât really think Iâve had a girl solely focus on making me feel good,â Jimin states and, this time, you raise your eyebrows in shock. âI donât know if they do it intentionally or not, but itâs just usually always been vice versa.â
You donât know why, but a small part of your heart squeezes at the thought that you might have been different from the other girls; however, you quickly try to smother that feeling down, mentally yelling at yourself that it doesnât matter anyway. Before you can get into an internal argument with yourself, Jimin goes to slide your shirt up and starts peppering your lower stomach with unhurried kisses. As he gets to the hemline of your skirt, he looks back up at you with a hungry gaze and speaks in a confident, breathy tone, âdonât worry, this time youâll be begging me to stop because you canât take it anymoreâ.
Feeling heat rush to both your cheeks and your lower parts, you groan as you grab your phone quickly and pull up Jiminâs contact. Youâve been trying not to be the first one to reach out to him since a part of you is still getting used to the whole âfriends with benefitsâ idea; however, this time youâre at your breaking point.
This is the longest you havenât seen him, which has been four days, and quite frankly, youâre desperate. Heâs been busy on his end, and you donât blame him for that in any way, but you know he should be getting his results back soon and the thought of you guys finally getting to have sex without a condom is leaving you feeling needy.
You: Hiya, how has your day been? I, uh, just was.. ya know, wondering if maybe youâre⌠free?
You reread the text you just sent and huff at your idiocy. Wow, _____, could you try to not make it sound so much like you need someone to talk to? Not. Cool.
You: Like, idk, you feel like coming over?
Again, you read the text that you sent too quickly and curse your trigger fingers for sending it faster than you can really think about how it sounds. Fuck this shit.
You: Look, Iâm horny. And I want you to fuck me. Come over.
Does pushing yourself too far make you crudely honest, maybe, but you think thatâs just something youâll have to live with as you toss your phone aside and give him a chance to respond as you get up to get a glass of water. You run a hand through your hair and take a big sigh, maybe Iâm too thirstyâŚheh, no pun intended. But seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?
While downing your glass, you have a mental conversation with yourself discussing what is wrong with you for acting like this, but as you finish drinking and put your cup in the sink, you decide âto hell with it; out of sight, out of mindâ, and move on.
Leisurely walking back to the couch, you notice your screen glows to let you know you got a text, so you saunter back faster than youâd like to admit, eager to see Jiminâs response. Reading the new message, your heart starts beating uncontrollably, and your hands start shaking; however, not in a good way.
That Guy: _____. Talk to me.
That Guy: At least hear me out.
That Guy: I need to talk to you.
That Guy: Please?
You sigh and run an aggravated hand through your hair, wondering what to do. Your mind flashes back to how Jimin told you to straight-up ignore him; in fact, he was pretty adamant about it.
Jimin rolls off of you as he plunks down beside you. You turn your head to him, smiling, and are just about to compliment on how great the sex was when your phone goes off. You roll over and grab your phone, curious as to whoâs texting you at this time.
That Guy: _____, itâs been a week. Can we please talk?
You open the text, and your thumbs hover over the keyboard, planning on responding but not knowing what to say when Jimin wraps his arm around your waist and peaks over your shoulder. ââThat guyâ? Who is that?â
âJungkook.â
You swear you feel a moment where Jimin tenses around you; however, itâs gone before you can even think more about it. âWhat does he want?â Jimin asks while starting to pepper soft kisses on your neck.
You roll your eyes and respond, âto talk, like alwaysâ. At this, Jimin spins you around to where youâre on your back and facing him while he hovers over you. âSo he texts you a lot still?â An inquisitive eyebrow is raised on his face, and you feel the need to explain yourself for some unknown reason. âYeah. But I havenât texted back yet. I donât know what to say.â
âThereâs nothing to say. Just donât respond.â
âYeah, but I dunno⌠I kind of feel bad for doing that. Maybe. I donât even knowâŚâ You mutter, glancing back at your phone as thumbs still hover over the keys. Jimin tilts his head to the side for a moment and looks at you, almost like heâs trying to analyse what youâre thinking. Swiftly, he gets back on top of you and gently pins down your wrists. You instinctively tighten your hand around your phone, but Jiminâs thumb slowly slides under the phone. His eyes seem to send you a message to kindly do what he says, and you canât help but loosen the grip on your phone.
âHe broke up with you; you donât owe him anything. You shouldnât worry about him anymore; in fact, thereâs no reason to talk at all,â Jimin says in a very persuading, yet gentle manner, and you note how itâs not fair because you know heâs going to win when he sounds so genuine. He takes your phone and sets it back on the bedside table before turning his attention back to you. âAnyway, letâs go another round. Iâm almost ready,â he says once more as he begins to slide down to your nether regions. As your mind notices heâs eating you out even more passionately than before, you begin to forget what you were even talking about a few moments ago.
âIgnore him. Just ignore him, _____. Youâd do good to listen to Jiminâs voice of reasoning,â you speak to yourself, trying to remember all of the reasons why you shouldnât respond to Jungkook. You toss your phone back on the couch before walking away and beginning to pace. âDonât do it. Youâre only opening up Pandoraâs box if you do.â
Your phone goes off again making you stop mid-pace once more. Looking over at your phone as if youâve just seen a ghost, you begin to crack your knuckles, trying to stay strong.
Jeez, youâre acting as if heâs some drug that you havenât had in years and suddenly itâs floating right in front of your face. Donât be weak, heâs just a guy⌠that you spent two years with and planned on spending more⌠that you. CAN. GET. OVER! Come on, _____!
âBut.. letâs be real. Youâre alone⌠youâre in the mood.. and Jimin is nowhere to be seen or heard, and heâs not answering any of your textsâŚâ You mutter and go back to pacing, except this time you swear youâre about to go mental. You run another hand through your hair, trying to calm your stress levels before glancing back at your phone from the corner of your eye. Can you blame a girl?
âOh, fuck itâŚâ You hiss before stomping over and fumbling for your phone. With lightning speed, your thumbs tap the screen to type out a message, and itâs a wonder they donât get tangled together. You press the send button and then try to calm yourself from how fast your heart is racing.
You: Whatâs there to talk about?
Expecting itâll be a while for him to respond, you lock the screen right as he sends an immediate response back. Biting your lip, you notice how itâs taking everything in your power not to start hyperventilating at this moment.
That Guy: Actually, Iâm on a run right now, so Iâm only a few minutes from you. Can I stop by?
That Guy: Please?
Oh, ____, you are SO going to regret this, you think as you shake your head and bite down harder. You wince from the pain, but a quick, nagging thought says maybe you deserve that for being so stupid right now.
You: Fine.
You: But make it quick.
You look around the place to make sure itâs tidy before you quickly walk into the bathroom and face the mirror. Doing a once-over, you make sure you, yourself, look nice enough for company and make eye contact with your reflection. âWhy the hell am I doing thisâŚâ You mumble to yourself. Because youâre in the mood and youâre desperate, you stupid girl, your conscience answers condescendingly. You hear the frightening knock and do one last look before sighing and walking out to go answer the door.
âJungââ You swing the door open quickly to prove youâre not going to take any of his shit; however, the moment you see him, all bets are off. In front of your doorstep is a very sweaty, and very hot, Jungkook standing there shirtless with all of his tense muscles on display for you to see. Oh, this is not helping, you think as you shame yourself because you know your face is showing just how flabbergasted you are, yet thereâs no way you can control it.
You swallow quickly and shift to your other foot to try and get yourself to stop focusing on the fact Jungkookâs shirtless right now. If Jungkook knows youâre checking him out right now, which youâre sure he does, he doesnât show it. In fact, surprisingly, he looks rather serious as he blurts out the reason why heâs here, getting straight to the point. âI canât get you out of my mind, and I swear, Iâve tried. I think about you all the time.â
You take a step back, holding onto the door and trying to regain your balance since heâs making your mind spin out of control. Analysing his face, you try and find some sort of guilt or sign to see if heâs lying or not; however, if he is, you sure canât tell. Giving him one last glance, you swiftly turn around and walk in the bathroom to grab a towel before going back.
âWipe yourself off, youâre drenched.â You softly sass as you throw the towel at his face. He grabs it with a small look of surprise, and you know that the shock he feels isnât from the towel-throwing action, but from your acceptance of his presence. Just before you turn your back to walk towards the couch, you catch him throw a lopsided smirk at you as he shuts the door behind him. Have I just let the devil into my home?
Jungkook plops down next to you, and youâre incredibly hyper-aware of how your legs make contact with each other. He leans back with ease and supports his head by propping his elbow on the back of the couch. You know heâs doing this on purpose, presenting himself as if to taunt you âhere I am in all of my stupidly-attractive gloryâ; you know itâs a fucking trap, and yet, here you are, struggling to swallow from the scene in front of you. âYou need to put on a shirt,â you mumble, quickly casting your eyes downwards to pick at your fingers.
âWell, I canât exactly fit into one of yours, now can I?â He says jokingly while giving you a lopsided grin and tilting his head to the side. You softly pout and rack your mind to try and remember if you have anything that would fit him; unfortunately, your words are tumbling out faster than your brain can keep up, and you forget who youâre talking to for a minute.
âYou can wear one of Jiâ.â
The words get caught in your throat as you quickly clamp your mouth shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I did not just almost say âJiminâ, you scold yourself a thousand times mentally as you wish a hole would swallow you right up. Swiftly, you glance up to see Jungkookâs eyebrows furrow together, and you can tell heâs confused as to what you could possibly mean. The silence slowly starts to gnaw at you, and the longer it grows, the more you feel like youâre starting to sweat as you watch the emotions change on his face and his jaw gets tenser. Just when you think youâre going to have a confrontation, he just sighs and looks you up and down.
âYou look good⌠like really good,â he mumbles out the end; however, you can still hear him clearly. The petty conscience in your brain throws out the thought âit must be because Iâm not yours anymoreâ, but you swallow your spite down and opt on trying to focus on Jungkook. As you watch his tongue quickly dart out to pull his bottom lip in and bite down softly, you quickly come to regret your choice because suddenly youâre blushing and finding it hard to meet his eye yet again. Youâre in such a state, you donât even notice that youâre pressing your thighs together unconsciously to seek release; however, Jungkook certainly does.
He takes this chance to slide closer, now eliminating any space between the both of you. His arm is behind you resting on the back of the couch while his other hand moves towards you. You notice thereâs a moment of hesitance, but itâs such a small one that you wonder if your mind is just playing tricks on you. Gently, he lays his hand on top of your thigh, and you can smell his minty breath softly hit your cheek as he hovers over you. You havenât been this close to him, mentally or physically, in months, yet somehow youâre struggling terribly to gain back control over your own body. âW-what do you want?â You try to sound firm and unyielding; however, neither of you miss the stutter in your voice.
âA second chance,â he breathes before closing in on your neck. You feel him lightly nip at your neck and your breath hitches in your throat. You wish you could do something, throw him away or tug him closer, you donât know nor care which, just something damnit, but your body and mind arenât synched, and so you end up not moving at all.
His hand has now slid your oversized sweater down to expose your shoulder, and heâs slowly kissing and licking at your soft skin. As you feel his other hand slide up your thigh agonisingly slow, you realise your body has betrayed you by opening up your legs in the slightest. Your mind is screaming at your body, yelling for it to listen, yet, it seems your body is a fucking stubborn traitor. As if noticing your dilemma, Jungkook speaks up.
âIf you say stop, Iâm on the other side of the couch. You know Iâll stop if you donât want this.â You hear him say, and somewhere in your mind, you feel like that should give you the strength to stop all of this. You know you need to send him on his way and not talk to him, just like Jimin told you to; however, it seems some part of you wants the exact opposite. Your mind is hazy, and your brain is beginning to hurt from thinking so much, so⌠fuck it.
In a blink of an eye, you have your hands twisted and entangled into his hair and knocking the breath from you by slamming your lips to his. Youâre hungry, no, starving for his touch. Youâve been craving it for so long that it seems like something in you just snapped.
It genuinely surprises you when Jungkook responds with just as much vigour as he quickly hovers over you to yank your sweater off. His mouth greedily bites down on the skin around your chest as the both of you claw your back, racing to take off your bra. You both seem like absolute animals, and the thought only solidifies when you hear him growl as he snatches your shorts and thong off.
âCondom,â you rasp as you start to tug his grey sweatpants down. Hurriedly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet before tugging one out. Youâre sure you would make some snide comment about keeping them in his wallet, but your hormones are too far gone for you to focus on anything but getting fucked.
Wasting no time, he pumps himself a few times before quickly rolling the condom on. He pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him before you notice he grips your hips as if heâs about to lift you up. âYour bedroomâs still the one to the left, right?â He asks, and it takes a minute for you to actually process what heâs asking.
Youâre about to sass him that itâs only been two weeks since youâve broken up so, of course, itâs still in the same room; however, a thought hits you like a ton of bricks. You and Jimin have seen each other so much, heâs left multiple pieces of clothing in your bedroom. Youâre not cheating since you and Jungkook arenât together, and you both know the two of you are sleeping around, so you donât understand why it would be a problem if he saw it; however, something in you still doesnât want him to find out its actually Jimin youâve been sleeping with.
âI canât wait; I need youâ Godâ just fuck me here.â You quickly respond, slamming your lips to his once again as you sink lower onto his hips to emphasis you arenât going anywhere. It seems to work because he leans back, letting his eyes roam your hovering body as he rubs hard circles into your hips.
One of his hands slip down to where you need him the most, and as he runs his middle and ring finger through your folds, he lets out a needy groan before pulling his hand back up in front of the two of you. He looks from his hand to you, and you can see just how blown out his eyes look as he wriggles his fingers to show just how needy you are. âHoly fuck, _____, just how long were you horny for? Youâre absolutely dripping.â Jungkook grunts before making eye contact with you and sticking his fingers in his mouth, making sure you watch as he sucks your arousal clean from his fingers.
âFuck, I canât waitâ please. I need, oh fuck, I needââYou struggle to get yourself together to at least say something; however, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and thrusts fully into you before you can finish. Your eyesight turns bleary, and you cry out at the sudden feeling of being full, but it feels so good, you canât help but try and move your hips for more.
âMe. You need me.â Jungkook groans as his hands help set and keep pace for your hips to move on top of him. âYou need me to make you feel good like the needy bitch you are, am I right? Is that why you actually responded to my texts for once? Hm?â
You can only moan as he tells you filthy things and you feel the imaginary knot in your stomach begin to form already. Itâs been so, so, long since youâve had sex with him; however, both of you still move together as if itâs only been days. Thatâs one of the things that you always loved about him, the chemistry in bed between the two of you was constantly hot, and heâs always known your body so well; itâs infuriating to know your body still thinks it belongs to him.
âAhâI can feel you getting tighter, but youâre only going to come when I tell you to, right, baby? Because youâre still such a good little slut for me?â You mewl at his words, and even though you feel the tight, burning cramp in your hips, you keep pushing forward, trying to please him.
He sits up, wrapping his arms completely around your waist and holding on tight to not let go. Youâre sure his grip is going to leave bruises, but even if it does, you donât care at this point. His head dips down to bring a nipple into his mouth, and you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling him in even more. Your hot bodies are pressed together, and the closeness helps edge you nearer, feeling him thrust deeper inside. Your hands are roaming everywhere, and as you rake your nails harshly down his well-defined abs, you hear him groan into your skin, and thereâs a quick, rough shove into you that makes your hips tingle. Without thinking, you moan out Jungkookâs name; however, a growl rips from his throat, and you realise the mistake you made all too late.
In a blink of an eye, he lifts you off of him and twirls you around to face the couch. You try to complain at the sudden feeling of being empty, but he pushes you forward, and your knees fall onto the cushions. He grapples onto your hips roughly as he enters you again and you start to moan at the feeling but are quickly cut off when his other hand grabs your hair and yanks it back so your throatâs at an awkward angle and exposed. You feel his hot breath hit the side of your face as he murmurs into your skin, âItâs only been a few weeks, and youâve already forgotten my name, darling?â
The spitefulness and pettiness that you tried to swallow down earlier surges inside of you once again as a smirk spreads upon your face. âA few weeks? Huh, try a few months,â you scoff, trying your best to move your head to the side to see a better view of him; however, the tight grip he has on your hair doesnât let you go far, âWe stopped fucking long before we broke up, Jungkook.â
You see his infamous tongue-in-cheek move that you know he does when heâs getting irritated, and you just hate to admit that youâre the one getting under his skin. âI guessânghâ that may be true; however, I still remember just how bratty you are,â Jungkook grunts into your ear before pounding into you sharply again, âand I still remember how to tame youâ. With each sentence, his hips slam into yours deeper and harder, making you fall onto the couchâs back for support.
The hand that was once around your waist slithers up and grasps your neck, tightening until youâre barely getting any air supply, and slowly, your senses start to numb as your lips tingle, and the pressure in your ears build up. Jungkook releases his hold on your hair and quickly shoves his middle and ring finger down your throat as far back as it will go. You sputter and lightly gag as you try and rush to breathe; however, with his vice grip on your airway, itâs almost impossible.
His thrusts are agonisingly slow, and he makes sure you can feel every time he slips out before ramming back into you. His pace is deliberate, taking his sweet time to let you know your release is in his hands; however, heâs unyielding at how rough heâs with you. He wants you to know heâs there; heâs the one fucking you right here and now. He continues fingering your mouth, and you can feel the drool drip down and fall on your chest. You try and swallow to lessen how messy you must look, but he quickly catches on and shoves his fingers down onto your tongue, not allowing you to do so. Your nostrils flare, desperately trying to get more air into your lungs as a sound of pleasure slips out from your mouth.
âGod, baby, look how filthy you are. Youâre getting so dirty, yet you love every minute of it. You hear those sloppy, slick sounds coming from your pussy? Thatâs you needing me.â Thereâs something animalistic in the tone Jungkook is using, and you havenât heard it in so long that you swear youâre about to come if he keeps speaking to you like that.
Once his hand is completely covered in your spit, he removes it from your mouth before putting the two fingers on your clit, making you moan loud enough to worry if your neighbours two doors down could hear. The mixed feeling between the heat of his cock inside you and the chill of his spit-covered fingers on your clit makes your back arch in indescribable pleasure as you listen to the sloshing from Jungkook rubbing you. The combination of your arousal and slobber makes you soaking wet, and you know thereâs no way youâre not dripping on the couch; however, youâre too far gone to care.
You notice the grip on your throat loosens by just the slightestâ not enough to stop the blood pounding in your ears, but enough to breathe in a small amount of oxygen to use this opportunity to beg. âPlease, please! Shit, Iâm so close. Please, let me come,â the words are rolling right off your lips without you even having to think about it, you so desperately need this, and youâll be damned if Jungkook refuses you.
Quickly, the clutch on your throat tightens again, cutting off any further words. His fingers that were once going at a moderate pace are now going as fast as he possibly can, flicking your clit and making you cry out as your heart races in ecstasy. Your knees spread out further to try and allow him more access, making you sink down and Jungkook quickly adjusts, his body in tune with yours. The pressure in your ears is at a maximum, and your lips are buzzing from the lack of oxygen. All senses are about to be deprived, and if it were anyone but Jungkook, youâd be scared to death; however, you trust himâmore than youâd like to admitâ during rough sex like this.
Your house is filled with nothing but vile sounds of wetness, skin slapping, Jungkookâs grunts, your extremely loud moaning. If anyone were to walk by, theyâd think this was a whore house, yet, youâd have no problem with that at this point. Your voice is raspy from all of your cries, and once more, Jungkook leans in until his tongue is licking the shell of your ear before biting down on it.
âSay it. Whatâs my name, baby? God, no one but you can use itâfuckâ, just say it, _____. Say it, and I swear you can come.â This time itâs Jungkookâs turn to plead in your ear. You almost donât hear him from him depriving your senses; however, you can tell the needy tone in his voice, and it sparks an ignition inside of you. Heâs teetering, on the verge of whimpering, and he wants this just as bad, if not more.
âDaddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!â You scream out his former name you used to call him in bed, no longer able to contain yourself, and hearing what you said, heâs right there with you. He lets go of your neck and allows the oxygen to come rushing back inside your lungs, overloading all of your senses. Suddenly, youâre hypersensitive to his cock pounding into you and his fingers playing with your clit, the impact of your skin touching and his breath hitting your skin; it all overwhelms you enough to be your final push to orgasm.
âFuck, youâre such a good girl for Daddyâ holy fuck, youâre so tight; itâs throbbing, ngh, shit!â Jungkook grunts loudly, swiftly moving up his hand that was once around your neck to grapple your hair once again. Your scalp stings in pain, but your high overrides it and makes it pleasurable.
You can feel his dick twitch from inside of you, and you know heâs close to coming. Still flicking his hand to get you off, he pulls your hair a little tighter, and you reach back to grab his ass and pull him back into you, this time deeper than heâs been. Itâs enough to send him over the edge, all of his strength and weight colliding into you and making you fall onto the couchâs back. He whines out your name before biting down hard on your shoulder as he finishes riding off his high.
You have a quick thought, wondering if the bite will mark since it feels like itâs broken skin, but as he slides out of you, the questionâs suddenly lost. You fall to the side, completely exhausted, and being mindful of the wet spot on the couch. Your eyes glide over to the beauty thatâs still hovering in the same place, his arm supporting all of his weight and heâs heavily panting, looking completely spent. He swallows, lets out an exhale, and rakes his fingers through his sweaty hair before giving you a glance.
Jungkook swiftly gets up and reaches for the towel you threw at him earlier while sliding off his condom. He goes into the kitchen and discards it before wetting the cloth and coming back to you. Before you can ask whatâs he doing, he speaks âspread your legsâ and begins to wipe you down.
After heâs done cleaning you, he crashes down next to you and swings an arm around your head. Still feeling the after-buzz, you donât think much as you lean into him and readjust your head, so heâs supporting it. He starts playing with your hair lazily, and you giggle. âThanks for the aftercare.â
âMm,â is all he responds, continuing his action while you both lay together, silently catching your breath. âIâm surprised you didnât freak out when I went right in to choke you and turned rough,â Jungkook randomly notes.
You turn your head slightly until both of you are making eye contact. Making sure your face shows how serious you are, you softly respond. âYouâre one of the only people that knows me so well sexually. I spent two years with you.â
Thinking Jungkook would look away from the amount of honesty youâre giving him, it genuinely surprises you when he looks you dead in the eye, returning your blow with his own words. âSpend more with me.â
Your heart clenches in emotional pain and turbulent confusion, and you canât help but turn away, not wanting to look at him anymore. His words make the reality come crashing back down on you as youâre left realising you just had sex with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, when youâre desperately trying to get over him. You donât know what makes you decide to ask, but whatever it is, itâs too late to stop it as the words are already tumbling out of your mouth. âAre you seeing anyone?â NiceeâŚGood job on sounding like you donât care.. not.
You can feel his body go rigid, and his hand movements of playing with your hair come to a stop. You quietly sigh, knowing he took it the way you didnât want him to take it, so you quickly clarify. âI know youâre sleeping around, Jungkook. Hell, I am too,â you try and assure him, âI just want to know if youâre seeing or talking to anyone in particular.â You quickly add the thought, technically Iâm only âseeingâ Jimin, but Jungkook sure as hell doesnât have to know that.
âOh, then no, not really,â Jungkook responds, easing up slightly before turning the tables back to you. âWho are you sleeping with?â
This time, itâs your turn to close up and try and find an out to this. You turn to look in Jungkookâs eyes, trying to read his facial expressions to see if heâs just lightly continuing the conversation; however, heâs as serious as can be. Thereâs a moment of silent hesitance before speaking up in a slightly-joking tone, âthatâs only âboyfriend-candidateâ perksâ.
You sit up, needing to get as far away as you can from him and quickly pick up your sweater. âHow do I upgrade?â Jungkook responds, sitting up to follow you with the same serious look on his face. You hurriedly shove the sweater over your head and stand up to hover over him, not liking the mental disadvantage of being the same level as him. âItâs none of your business.â
Jungkook sighs, letting the disappointment visibly show on his face as he gets up and puts his pants back on. As he quickly slides on his shoes and tidies his hair, you make a comment about how itâs getting late to try and get him to the door quicker. He nods, noting how he should get going now, yet his feet trudge to the door slower than youâd like.
As you open the door for him and he steps out, he turns back to you once more to open his stupidly-perfect mouth. âThink about us?â He breathes out, and you can see the pleading look swimming in his eye. All you can do is sigh, not feeling the fight enough to try and say anything snarky, so instead, you just respond âokayâ before closing the door.
You make sure Jungkook walks off your property completely before your knees give out and you sink to the floor. âWhat am I doing?!â You scream aloud, your tone full of frustration as you rake your fingers through your hair. Youâre confused and so conflicted, it feels like the world is spinning faster than you can handle.
Before your mind can spiral out of control, your phone âdingsâ letting you know youâve gotten a text. Pulling yourself together, you walk over to grab it and quickly read the screen, tsking.
Jimin: Got my results back, Iâm clean~
Jimin: -photo attached-
Jimin: Iâm so sorry, I was busy at work >.< but Iâm finally free!
Jimin: You still in the mood? I can swing by
You should be ecstatic that you can finally fuck bareback with him; however, your mindâs shut down from all the events, and youâre definitely not in the mood now.
You: sorry, but not tonight.
You: iâm not feeling too good anymore so iâm going to sleep
Locking your phone, you head to the kitchen and open the fridge, dying of thirst. You have various different fruit juices and milk; however, your eyes immediately fall to the bottle of unopened Moscato. Flashbacks to the night of you and Jungkook flood your mind, but your mood is already down, so the memories couldnât possibly make it worse; in fact, your sour state of mind is ready to fight anything, especially the god-forbidden flashbacks.
âFuck it,â you mutter angrily, grabbing the whole bottle and opening it. Your eyes glance back at the cabinet that stores the glasses; however, you just jeer at it as you take a swig from the whole bottle, planning on drinking the entire thing.
Walking back into your bedroom, your eyesight falls to Jiminâs clothing thatâs on the floor, and it makes you check your phone, wondering if he even responded.
Jimin: Thatâs totally fine! I hope you feel better soon~
Jimin: Iâll check up with you tomorrow, let me know if you need anything <3
You know you shouldnât blame things on Jimin, and you know itâs not his fault deep down; however, youâre tired and angry, and you donât want to take responsibility for your own actions, so you choose to blame him anyway.
âFuck you, Jimin. Why are you so good to me?â You angrily exclaim to no one before taking another hateful swig of the sweet wine. âWhy couldnât you respond sooner, damnit. Then maybe I wouldnât have done this, and maybe I wouldnât be so fucking confused. Ugh. I hate men and I hate fate.â
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THANK YOU!! Girl, we can be a bitch for love triangles together~~ that is my ultimate weakness!! Iâm thirsty for them and stories never have enough because I read them alllll đŠđ¸ thank you for your love and support! I have ch. 3 blocked out completely so I hope to start writing it by today or tomorrow!
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Ahhhhh thank you!!!!!! Please donât die!! Iâve just now blocked out what exactly is going to happen in Ch. 3 and let me just tell youâ I canât wait for yâall to see it either!! Thank you for your positive feedback and support!!!
Not a question just a quick comment... I. Love. Your. Story. Now in all seriousness I know how stressful it is to doubt your writing but one piece of advice that you've probably heard already is to focus on the positive stuff.
Seriously, thank you so much. It means so much to me hearing this.
I donât even know why I get so anxious, but I do. I feel like itâs probably from some personal things Iâve dealt with in my past and they come back to haunt me, but I know I should get over them. Especially when I know yâall do enjoy it and support me so much!!
Thank you for taking your time to tell me this! đ¸
I decided I have to tell you this (my homegirl Andreea already knew but itâs official official now so I gotta tell yâall)
So my dog had 11 puppies in February, and we knew we were going to keep one because it was going to be for my mom; however, over the 8 weeks, I got super attached to âDark Greenâ because YALLL WHEN I SAY HE REMINDED ME OF YOONGIâ- HE *is* YOONGI DOG FORM.
so Iâd nickname him âgrampsâ and I kept saying how he reminded me so much of Yoongi from BTS bc of so many little quirks he had and (to me) he even looks like dog form of Yoongi in the Mic Drop era?? So long story short, I decided to keep him and his name ?!
Yoongi (ofc like how could it not be??). Anyway, I had to share my lil bundle of joy before he became a big bundle of joy~~
ALSO DONT MIND MY MESSY JEEP, IM A SLOB AND YOONGI AND I JUST WENT SWIMMING OKAY
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Description: Sleeping peacefully, you donât even think about if Jimin has a roommate or not. When you realise itâs the last person you want to see, things get heated and you say things that you donât exactly think through. Later on, your friend comes over for movie night, and all the feelings you were trying hard to keep back begin to overflow. Jimin texts you and, although heâs successfully cheered you up, youâre left feeling more confused about your feelings than before.
Genre: Angst.
Word Count:Â 4.3k
Warnings:Â Mentions of self-blame, emotional struggling, angst, a tiny bit of dirty talk
Tags: @koizorahana, @legendaryangelmoneylawyer, @mrs-jeonjk (you guys were on my list to be tagged, if at any point in time youâd like to stop being tagged, just notify me!) Also, let me know if any of you would also like to be tagged!
A/N:Â I severely apologise for not updating in so long. I have a really hard time believing in myself and that my writing is actually good enough to post.Â
| Playlist | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |
You think you hear the distant sound of a door opening and closing, but you can't seem to care enough to try and open your eyes. The bed appears much comfier and warmer than usual, and you usually don't sleep this well, so you decide to make the most of it and snuggle into whatever is keeping you so warm.
Suddenly, the sound of someone frantically crashing open a door echoes throughout the room, and you have just enough time to get your thoughts together and shove yourself under the blankets. "Jimin!! Where were you last night?! I was trying to get aho--" A very familiar voice yells out as you hear him walk further into the room.
There is absolutely no way in hell he is actually here right now. How did he get in? Does he live here? Wait, are Jimin and him roommates? This is not happening, this is not happening...
"Ohh...I see. This is why you weren't returning my calls. Well, you should've just told me! I would've been down for a threesome, ya know?" He actually disgusts me. "I'm glad you got some though, it's been a few weeks for you. I was worried--"
"Can you shut the hell up? You're probably waking her." You hear Jimin call out as he wraps a hand around you to pull you closer to him, almost in a protective way if you're not mistaken.
"Dude, she's already awake, I saw her throw the covers over herself at the last minute. You can come out, yeah? I'm up for giving you some fun if you're into that. What's your name, babydoll?" Does he ever shut up? You hear the person come closer and suddenly, their hands are grasping the blankets at your side as if to tickle you while trying to rip the sheets off.
Jimin starts to protest, but you beat him to it. "Fuck off!!" You snarl, making sure a growl rips throughout your throat just to get your point across that you are pissed and do not want any of his 'fun'. The jackass just laughs as if that was the reaction he was looking for this whole time as he surrenders with a small "fine, fine".
You hear footsteps start to fade before the sound of a door closes. "He left," Jimin calls out, pulling back the covers from over your head. Light floods your eyesight, and you blink a couple of times to get used to it before you give Jimin a blank stare. There's a moment of stillness as he just gives one back. You try hard to match his, but when you see the corner of his lips lift slightly, you let out a giggle before you can stop yourself.
He starts to laugh as well, and a blush sneaks onto your cheeks, so you try and hide it by looking down. When you feel as if you've gotten yourself back in control, you glance back up at him, but your breath is quickly knocked right out of you. He's absolutely beautiful, you think as you just stare at his face. Something tugs at your heart though, and your own smile swiftly falls from your face.
"What's wrong?" He asks, noticing the little change in your mood. What the hell have I done? You can hear the small panic in his tone as if he's scared he did you wrong, and it makes you sick because you know this is all your fault. "Nothing, my head just hurts." You lie, scooting away before turning your back to him. You stare out the window and hope he doesn't question any further.
"Well, you did say last night was your first time to drink in a while," Jimin comments and you're thankful he doesn't overthink it. "Just take it easy, I'm about to hop in the shower."
You nod, still facing the window as you feel his warmth leave the bed to head towards the shower. Do not miss his warmth, _____. You're not allowed to miss it.
Once you hear the door shut, you spring out of bed to find your clothes that are spread out along the floor. I can't stay here any longer. The longer I wait, the harder it is to believe that this is wrong, you think as you fumble to slide your thong on.
Just as you start to clip your bra together from the front, you hear the door behind you swing open,  making you freeze everything. You're well aware that the door to your left is to the bathroom and the door to your rear is to the hallway, so the person standing behind you is not Jimin. Shit.
"Hey, did you hear that _____ and-- Oh... Damn, Jimin sure knows how to pick 'em." You pick up on what he mumbles, and you have to ignore the urge to smack him. "Hey, do you need help with that?"
Not acknowledging his 'act of kindness', you finish clipping your bra together before sliding it back around angrily. "You know, most men would be deterred by your cold treatment and harsh words, but not I, darling. You see, I like my women plucky, and you're feisty as fuck. I love it." He drawls as he comes nearer and you can feel yourself begin to clench and unclench your fists.
Cool it, _____. It's not as if your ass is bare in front of him and he's talking to you like you're some kind of prey for him to take. He's Jimin's friend... but God, I want to punch the ever-living shit outta him! No, no, take it easy. Now is not the time. Even though this is the last person you need to see right now, and not to mention, he ruined everything. No, relax. Think about this rationally. You're in lingerie, and if you face him now, he'll view even more because your lacy bra is see-through. Calm down, you argue with yourself inside your head as he gets closer. Just as he's close enough to lay a hand on your shoulder, your 'feistier' side gets the better of you, and you whip around to face him head-on.
Surprised, he stumbles back a little before you watch his eyes go wide with shock. "_____??" You notice the utter confusion that resides in his voice, but you also catch the hint of panic and fear.
"Taehyung." Your voice cuts through the air, and you give him a minute to see if he'll speak up. As you look him up and down, you can't help but note that he's also incredibly handsome. Too bad his personality ruins it.
When you realise he's still too flabberghasted to converse, you continue talking. "About what you were going to tell Jimin earlier before you got 'sidetracked', he already knows we broke up."
While Taehyung's mouth still hangs open, you pass him to collect and put on the rest of your clothes from yesterday. As you finish zipping up the back of your skintight, pencil skirt and doing a once-over in the mirror, he finally turns to look at you. You make eye contact through the mirror and see an accusatory look begin to form in his eyes quickly. "How could you do thi--" He starts to talk with a judgemental tone, but you immediately interrupt him as you turn back around to give him a severe look.
"Shut up," You snap, watching his eyes widen yet again at the surprises you keep dealing him. Your facial expression changes in an instant as you feign ignorance. "Oh, were you not about to act as if I was in the wrong for venturing out, no?"
Taehyung doesn't respond and, instead, merely just swallows hard as you start to walk closer toward him slowly. You drop the innocent act as you give him a hard look again and cross your arms. "I see, so you were telling my boyfriend that it was alright if he ventured out and had a full-course meal, but not me because I was supposed to wait patiently at home until he comes back. Mm... figures."
He still stays silent, but you notice his eyebrows scrunch together as you stop right in front of him, his minty breath hitting your face. You should be intimidated because you're way shorter, but you're so mad that not even the tallest man in the world could stop you now. "What? Oh! Sorry, ex-boyfriend. Wonder who's to blame there..." You trail off, giving him a sharp glare.
This time he meets your glare with his own. "Why are you acting like this?"
"What, you've never had a girl express anything other than adoration for you? I thought you liked your girls plucky."
"You're being a bitch." He comments, still glaring down at you; however, you don't lose the fire, and if anything, it just fuels it even more.
"Yeah, that kind of happens when a girl realises the man, who's responsible for her two-year relationship crumbling into shambles, is standing right in front of her. It's your fault, you're responsible, and you don't even give a shit that you ruined somebody's happiness." You yell as you poke him in the chest each time. You know this is wrong, that what you're saying is wrong, but you can't seem to hold back all of the anger you've built up over the last eighteen hours. You both go quiet for a minute as a tense silence settles between you, but just as quick as it's there, it's gone as you speak once more and this time softer. "How's that for feisty?"
He doesn't make a move to speak or do anything, so you quickly turn to leave since you can feel the tears begin to form. Just as you swing open the door to walk out of Jimin's room, you hear him speak up one last time, in a calm, but informative manner. "I know you're mad and upset right now, but you can't blame me for everything. I gave him the idea, but he's the one that went through with it; he wanted this."
You halt, and a bitter chill runs up and down your skin because you know deep down that's what your heart is crying too. A cold tear escapes from your eye and slowly glides down your cheek as you face the hallway, not daring to look back at him. "I know," you painfully choke before whirling the door closed behind you, but I'm not ready to admit it.
It's not like this was your first time doing it, but not having done it in more than two years, you're feeling embarrassed as you do the infamous Walk of Shame to your house. You realise you could take the subway; however, it would just about be the same amount of hassle if you did. Also, you needn't worry about potential groping as well this way.
Trying to use the time well, you attempt to get your thoughts unbundled; although, the harder you try, the worse it gets. You really do feel like you're dead inside. It's like you're numb and if you're honest, you don't know if you want to face everything.
"You look like you've been fucked up in more ways than one." You hear a familiar friendly voice call out. You turn your head to realise it's Somin standing at your front door with a few bags in her hands. You feel confused before a quick thought reminds you that tonight was supposed to be the make-up movie night. "I was wondering where you've been. I've been waiting out here for ten minutes, and you weren't responding to my texts."
You walk up to her as you glance down at your phone. "Oh, sorry. Didn't notice," you mumble, trying to get your mind to focus on what needs to be done.
"What happened?"
"Long story." As you unlock the front door, you try to come up with an answer hinting you don't want to explain anything. Unfortunately, your friend knows you all too well. "It's a good thing we have all of tonight for you to tell this long story. You can start while we cook dinner."
You walk in and throw down your purse and shoes somewhere random before trudging into the kitchen and starting the stove. You can feel the heavy feeling of despair forming in your stomach again, and even as you try your hardest to ignore it, it just gets heavier.
"So? What's wrong?" Somin questions while getting out the ingredients from her bag. You look and see she's gotten your favourite meal as if she knew you would be upset today.
"Why'd you get this?" You ask her, referring to your favourite dinner.
She hands you all the ingredients that you needed to cook on the stove before turning her back to you as she starts chopping up the vegetables on the island. "Like I told you yesterday, I figured Jungkook had an ulterior motive behind his fancy dinner and that it wasn't just your second anniversary. So I thought you could use some good comfort food."
"Mm. Well, you were right," You murmur softly; however, Somin still catches on. As much as it touches you to see how great of a friend you have, her words only make your heart wrench more, and you can feel your iron grip on trying to stay detached is unravelling fast.
"So what did he say this time? He's going away for another two months? Maybe study abroad for more than that? Oh! Or maybe he's quitting his job and has to move far away." She guesses, joking lightly on the matter.
You don't blame her for laughing about it because you know she's partially trying to cheer you up, but also she doesn't know it's that serious. The fact that she can't even guess what happened means that she must have not seen it coming either. you think bitterly.
Zoning back in, you realise your hand is white from squeezing the pot's handle so hard, and your cheeks are wet from tears escaping. You don't know when your dam cracked, but suddenly the walls are starting to crumble as your emotions begin to overflow. "Hm? _____?" Somin asks, noticing how quiet you've become.
Tears flood your eyes, and suddenly you can't see anything clearly as your throat closes up until it physically hurts. "He ended it," you choke before a loud sizzle pops from the pan, and it takes you a moment to realise it was your own tear falling from your eye.
In a flash, you hear Somin dropping everything before rushing to your side. She swiftly turns off the stove right as your knees begin to collapse and she catches you before sliding down to the floor with you in her arms. You hear sounds of loud, broken cries before you realise it's coming from you, but you can't seem to stop yourself from bawling into her shoulder.
"Shh, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm right here." She lulls with a tight embrace as she rocks you back in forth, caressing your hair.
"We-we were talking about when we would get married! I mean-" You realise how that sounds since you're rambling, so you take a minute to swallow the soreness from your throat to try and explain why you're so upset. "I know we weren't seriously talking about it like in the next year or so, but it came up more than a few times. We used to discuss what we'd like our future to hold-- which included us together, married, and eventually kids."
You noted how Somin didn't say anything. "I know. I'm pathetic, right? We're both so young, we shouldn't have been talking like that. I should've known better than to believe in 'what-if' dreams anyway. God, I'm so fucking stu--" Somin cut you off quickly before you could get any more upset.
"_____. You listen to me. You were not, and are not, stupid. If you both talked multiple times about that, then that means both of you were seriously thinking about it. If you were dating someone and they mentioned marriage when you weren't ready or thinking about it, you would shoot that idea down, right?" You nodded. "Right. So it clearly wasn't one-sided."
You swallow and focus on getting your breathing back under control. Once you seem calm again, you wipe away your tears and note how you're cradled in Somin's arms down on the kitchen floor. "I'm sorry I acted like this" you mumble, feeling embarrassed but also forever grateful for having Somin as a best friend.
"Don't you apologise for shit, babe. I know how serious you were with him, _____. It's only natural." Somin comforts, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear for you.
"I know, it's just... I was so strong in front of Taehyung this morning. I was so mean, it was like I didn't even care that I was a bitch, but now--" Remembering how bad you acted in front of Taehyung, you start to talk about how ironic it is that you're breaking down now; however, Somin interrupts you.
"Wait, what? Taehyung? When did you see Taehyung?" Somin asks.
You realise you never told her the full story of what happened after the break-up with Jungkook, and as memories of what you did with Jimin flash in your mind, your face reddens from embarrassment.
"Oh... Uhm, well--"
"I thought he was roommates with Jimin?" Somin questions further.
"He is...," you breathe, trying to figure the best way to explain this. "I walked out of the restaurant when I found out the reasoning behind it. It wasn't a pretty break-up, so I decided to walk to the subway; however, I ran into Jimin on the way there. He asked me why I was crying, and because I walked in the pouring rain, he decided to bring me to his house. I wasn't going to stay long, but we started drinking, and he was cheering me up and..."
"And?" Somin raises an eyebrow, and as her eyes meet your bashful ones, she puts the puzzle pieces together. "I KNEWÂ you looked fucked up in more ways than one!!"
"Somin!!" you yell in embarrassment before getting up off the floor. Your stomach rumbles as a reminder that you haven't eaten today and need to feed it, so you begin cooking again. Once Somin realises you'd like to resume cooking, she starts back as well. "What? I call it like I see it... Anyway! I've been waiting for something to happen between the two of you!"
You halt your movements for a second, surprised at what she said. "What? Really?"
"Yeah! Everyone could tell the tension was there! Why do you think Jungkook was so protective over you?" You thought about it, but if she was waiting for an answer, you couldn't give her one. "You and Jimin always had sparks... So, how was he in bed? I'd think he'd be pretty good." Somin giggles, trying to lighten the mood by focusing on the positives more than the negatives.
Pretty good? That doesn't seem to cover it, more like an animal..., you think, but you would never say that aloud. You feel your face begin to heat up again just thinking about it, and suddenly you realise you're still wearing your clothes from the previous night.
"Hey, the water's boiling, you think you can take it from here? I really need to go take a shower and clean up." Somin nods before shooing you off, and you thank her as you walk to the bathroom and start the shower.
You get into the shower and let the warm water envelop your sore body, wrapping around you like a warm and inviting hug that you so dearly crave. You sigh in content, finally having a moment to just rest and think.
You're surprised at how quick you were to break down in front of Somin. You knew your heart was crying, it was severely sobbing, but you thought you fooled yourself into thinking you were stronger with how you dealt with Taehyung. Now you're tired, sore, and wondering where to go from here. You thought you were happy being alone to contemplate, but suddenly your brain is a broken record, playing terrible, self-hating thoughts of music. Why, why wasn't I enough for him? Did I not make him happy? Was this really about venturing out or...was it m--
Just as your thoughts were spiralling too far into the deep end, you're jolted back into reality with the sound of your phone buzzing, signalling someone texted you. You don't even remember when you sunk down to the floor, but you pull yourself back up and reach for your phone on the counter. Retreating back to the warmth, you make sure to put your back to the water so your phone doesn't get wet.
Jimin: Pretty upset you didn't leave your panties here. I know it must've been uncomfortable walking home, they were soaking wet last night.
Your face immediately flares red but, was it in embarrassment or arousal? You didn't know which. You did notice how fast your fingers were flying to reply to him though. The back of your mind throws the question of why you're so hungry to respond to him so quickly, but you pay it no attention as you promptly finish and send the text, eager for the next response.
You: Well, your lovely roommate (which btw, thanks for the heads up???) decided to storm in again when I was only in my bra and thong so, as uncomfortable as it was, I'm glad I was covered at least a bit.
There's no immediate reply, so you decide to go ahead and wash your hair. As you get done and move on to the next, you realise you've already rinsed the conditioner from your hair and have just finished washing your body when you still haven't received a text yet.
You bite your lip out of nervousness and recheck your phone. It's been fifteen minutes and still no reply. Is he busy? Or is he mad? Did I do something wrong? You start to question if you've screwed things up, but then the deafening mystery pops up of why do you even care in the first place. Why do I care so much?
You don't have time to think any more about it because your phone vibrates in your hand, silencing any more questions. A small part of your conscience notes how your phone almost falls onto the shower floor by how fast you're fiddling to open the text, but you pay no mind.
Jimin: tbh, I really don't like that he saw you naked ):
It's a small text, but it's enough to make your stomach tighten in a knot. You'd be lying if you didn't admit you've always had a thing for guys laying a claim on you in a healthy way. It made you feel wanted, and just the thought of Jimin getting bristled about another guy seeing you definitely made you feel desired. You weren't ready to admit that to anyone else, but your thoughts were safe with you.
Jimin: I'm sorry, does that sound weird? forget I said any of that...
You: No, no, no! It doesn't sound weird, and anyway, I like that you care ^u^
Jimin: oh okay, good I just didn't want to say anything too odd.. anyway, I'm also worried, how did he react?
You bite your lip as your fingers pause over the screen so your brain can catch up. What do I say? I don't want to cause anything between the two, you think as you slowly put together a message.
You: Oh, don't worry about it...
You: Just what any usual person might say, ig. I mean, idk. We talked. Idk if he thinks I'm a bitch or not, but whatever.
You breathe out a shaky breath to try and calm your nerves. If it were up to you, you'd never think about that awkward situation again.
Jimin: you're not a bitch! I'm sorry if he upset you in any way, just ignore him.
You: Yeah, ik (:
Jimin: anyway, lookie here !!
A small smile breaks out onto your face as you see he's trying to change the subject on purpose. Jimin's always been really sweet, you think before your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion at the picture he sends. There's a doctor's name, date and time in the picture but you don't really understand what he wants you to get from this.
You: Uhm, what am I looking at exactly?
Jimin: you said that you wouldn't let me fuck you bareback until you saw proof that I didn't have anything. So, I scheduled an appointment!
You: Already?!
Jimin: I told you there was going to be a next time (;
Your face blushes yet again, and your thighs squeeze together at just the thought of when next time occurs. Something was exhilarating about not using a condom that brings two people even closer together, and you're excited that you'll get to experience this with Jimin.
"______, dinner's ready!" You hear Somin's muffled voice call out from the other side of the bathroom door. Startling you back into reality, you type out a quick text to Jimin about how you're looking forward to it when suddenly a thought hits you like a ton of bricks. Putting a damper on your temporary happiness, you swiftly delete all of the text and put away your phone.
Was this wrong, is Taehyung right? How could I do this?
