After a breakup, she swore to start saying yes—whatever came next. Meeting Nicholas wasn’t part of the plan, but their easy connection and late-night conversations are hard to ignore. What starts as “just fun” soon feels like something neither of them expected.
friends-to-lovers, references to sex, drinking, swearing
wc 5,919
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The smell of coffee pulled her from her sleep. (Y/N) blinked against the pale morning light spilling across his bedroom, stretching before she padded out into the kitchen.
Nicholas was already there, leaning against the counter in sweats and no shirt, one mug in his hand and another waiting on the counter beside him.
“Morning,” he said, handing it to her before she could ask.
She took a sip, the heat settling into her chest. “Thanks.”
He watched her over the rim of his own mug. “You headed straight home after this?”
She glanced at him, noting the casual tone, but also the way his eyes lingered on her like the answer mattered more than he was letting on. “Why? Got somewhere to be?”
“No,” he said easily, but the faint curl of his mouth told her he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
She let the silence stretch for a beat, then tilted her head. “You could always check in with that girl you took to the wine bar. See if she’s free.”
One eyebrow lifted, but he didn’t flinch. “Pretty sure she’s not my type.”
She smirked into her coffee, pretending the answer didn’t do exactly what she was trying to avoid—making her chest feel warm in a way it shouldn’t.
Nicholas just sipped his own coffee again, like the matter was settled.
By late morning, she was already telling herself she needed to pull back.
You’re letting this get too close. Too comfortable.
But then her phone buzzed.
Nicholas
You working tonight?
(Y/N)
Nope.
Nicholas
Dangerous information to give me.
She laughed under her breath, leaning against her kitchen counter, fingers already typing back before she could stop them.
The afternoon drifted into evening, and still, the texts didn’t slow. They weren’t deep, not really—jokes about a playlist he’d found, him sending a picture of some ridiculous latte art at a cafe—but it was constant.
When her phone buzzed again, she was already smiling in anticipation.
Ellie
So… Jess is pissed.
That wasn’t quite what she was expecting.
How did she respond? Did she play dumb? Ellie was too smart for that. But had she really done anything wrong? It had been nearly two months since Nicholas turned her down for a date. Was she really still holding out hope? Was it so bad that she hooked up with him?
(Y/N)
But like how pissed?
Ellie
She said you were a “backstabbing hoe”
(Y/N)
That’s a little harsh, don’t ya think?
Ellie
I mean, from what she knows, yes. From what I know, she’s not out of line.
(Y/N)
Ellie
Ellie
You’ve been sleeping with the guy she’s got a massive crush on!
(Y/N)
It’s been TWO MONTHS since she tried to go on a date with him
Ellie
And he left her hanging with the promise of rescheduling. I think she’s just upset you didn’t tell her.
(Y/N)
So what I should apologize?
Ellie
You don’t have to apologize. Just talk to her. Tell her last night was the only time. She needs to move on anyway.
She sighed as she shoved her phone into her pocket. On one hand, she did feel bad. But on the other, she had as much claim to him as Jess did. He hadn’t committed to either of them.
Despite herself, she reached out.
(Y/N)
Hey, can we talk?
It took a while for Jess to respond. She had begun to think she wouldn’t.
Jess
About what?
About how you lied to my face?
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
(Y/N)
I didn’t lie.
Jess
You knew I was into him. And you slept with him anyway.
(Y/N)
I didn’t know you were still waiting on him!
I mean, he low-key ghosted you, right? You can’t tell me you were in love with him or something.
Jess
It’s the principle.
(Y/N)
Well you don’t get to just call dibs forever. He came to me. I didn’t think it mattered that much to you anymore.
Jess
It matters because I thought him and I really hit it off.
(Y/N)
Well clearly you didn’t
She regretted the last text as soon as she sent it. She knew what it felt like—unreciprocated feelings. But at the same time, it wasn’t her fault. Maybe him rescheduling the first date was, but if he’d gone on a date since then with another girl, he could’ve easily gone out with Jess if he wanted.
(Y/N)
Look, I’m sorry okay?
If you want I can try to talk to him to see why he hasn’t reached out to you. Maybe help you get some closure.
Jess
I don’t need your pity.
She rolled her eyes again. There was no point in arguing with her. Her feelings were hurt and they were going to be hurt no matter what she said or did. She just hoped she’d be able to forget about it soon enough.
Nicholas
Busy tonight?
She half expected it to be another text from Jess. And after her back and forth with her, she pondered if she was really in the mood to see him again.
(Y/N)
Define busy.
Nicholas
Doing anything that would stop you from coming over.
Her pulse kicked up before she could shove the reaction down.
(Y/N)
Bold assumption I’d say yes even if I didn’t.
Nicholas
Not an assumption. Just betting you miss me.
She tried to tell herself she could just ignore it, keep the space she’d been promising herself.
(Y/N)
You really think you’re worth the trip?
Nicholas
I know I am.
She bit her lip, hating that the corner of her mouth was already pulling into a smile.
One more night wouldn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to.
The damage was already done on both ends, why not relish in it, even if only for a while?
-
Nicholas’s door swung open, and instead of pulling her in the way he usually did, he just stepped aside to let her pass.
“Hey,” he said easily, closing the door behind her. “Wanna put on a movie? I’ve got popcorn.”
She blinked. “A movie?”
“Yeah,” he said, already heading toward the living room. “That new action movie you said looked terrible is streaming now. Thought you could laugh at it with me.”
It was… unexpected. She’d braced herself for that usual lead into the inevitable, but instead she found herself kicking off her shoes and curling up on the couch beside him with a bowl of popcorn and a soda—not a beer.
They fell into commentary quickly—snarky jabs about the bad special effects, laughing over the absurd plot twists. At one point, he paused the movie to rewind to a ridiculous fight scene just so they could watch it again and groan in unison.
But somewhere between the laughs and the casual nudges of his arm against hers, something warm began blooming in her chest.
He hadn’t called her over for another quick hookup.
They were just… hanging out. Like friends. Or something more.
Her mind wouldn’t leave it alone. Did it mean something? Did it mean nothing? Did he do it on purpose? Or was this exactly what “no strings” was supposed to be—casual, no meaning?
Or, and this was the thought she tried to shove down the most, was he beginning to feel the pull too?
“Can I ask you about something?” She spoke before her mind registered it.
He glanced at her casually before returning to the screen. “If it’s about if the main guy is attractive, the answer is no. His muscles look AI.”
She let out a small laugh, “no, it’s about Jess.”
He looked at her again, lingering this time. “Jess? Your friend Jess?”
Friend. The word almost sounded wrong. “Indirectly my friend, yes. She’s more Ellie’s friend.”
He shrugged. “What about her?”
“Weren’t you two supposed to like… go on a date?” She finally looked toward him, his eyes clearly not understanding why she was asking him about this.
“I mean,” his face scrunched, “I guess? I told her I needed to reschedule and I just never really texted her back.”
“Why not?”
He let out a breathless laugh. “I don’t know. I figured you two were kinda close, so I felt weird… you know… going out with one of your friends.”
The explanation made perfect sense. But she wanted to know more. “And if you and I weren’t hooking up?”
He made a face like the hypothetical was ridiculous. “Why does it matter?”
She sighed softly, “because she’s mad at me because she saw us leaving Ellie’s together last night.”
“Why would she be mad at you for that?”
“Because she was telling us about how she was into you, and we all encouraged her to ask you out.” She played with the few remaining pieces of popcorn in the bowl, realizing how juvenile it all sounded.
“And?”
She shrugged. “She just bitched me out over text and I told her I would ask why you weren’t into her.”
He lulled his head back onto the couch. “Like I said, I felt weird going out with one of your friends.”
“Yeah, that’ll make her feel better.”
“So, tell her I just wasn’t into her.” He looked back at her. “I mean, do you really care this much? Or is it just because you feel bad? Because, personally, if it were me, I’d be like ‘oh, that girl was clearly more interested in my friend, glad she didn’t waste my time.’”
“No, I agree.” She muttered. “Just figured I’d still ask.”
There was a short silence between them before he brought one arm behind her to rest against the back of the couch, and the other he used to pull her gaze toward him. “Or, you could tell her our date was soiled because I came running to you instead when you called.”
Her heartbeat instantly picked up. “What do you mean?” She asked, playing dumb.
“You knew we’d planned to go out that night, didn’t you? That’s why you texted me asking to hang out.”
She shrugged, “I ask you to hang out plenty of times.”
He shook his head, an accusing grin on his lips. “Never that early in advance.”
She wanted to defend herself, but the look on his face told her there was no point. “Like you said, it’d be weird if you went out with one of my friends.”
His smile widened and he let out a small laugh. “Damn. Does she know you sabotaged her?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. And she’s not going to.”
He raised his hands in defense. “Hey, my lips are sealed.”
They let the conversation end with that and turned their attention back to the movie. She was glad his explanation was so simple, but she knew she couldn’t tell Jess the truth. She was already mad at her, if she came clean now about the whole thing it would only make things worse.
Halfway through another absurdly dramatic chase scene, Nicholas’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, smirked faintly, and set it down before turning toward her.
“Buddy of mine’s at a bar a few blocks from here,” he said. “Wants me to come out. You interested?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but he leaned back with a lazy grin. “Or,” he added, “we could just stay here. Do things Jess wouldn’t approve of.”
For a split second—she imagined it—the two of them leaning deeper into the couch, letting the movie fade into background noise, the warmth between them curling into something quieter and softer.
But the thought made her chest too tight. Too close to the things she wasn’t ready to accept.
“Let’s go meet your friends,” she said, pushing herself up from the couch.
Nicholas’s brow lifted slightly, like he’d expected a different answer, but he didn’t argue. “Alright,” he said, reaching for his jacket.
As he grabbed his keys, she told herself she’d made the right call—that a crowded bar, with its noise and strangers, was exactly what they needed to return to neutral territory.
The bar was busy, humming with music and the low roar of conversation. Nicholas spotted his friends near the back—a group of three guys and a girl perched at the edge of their booth—and steered (Y/N) toward them with a hand lightly at her back.
“Look who finally decided to show for once,” one of the guys called, grinning as they approached. “We thought you were tied up.”
Nicholas smirked, sliding into the booth beside him. “I was watching a movie.”
“With her?” another one asked, tilting his chin toward her with a teasing smile as she slid into the booth next to Nicholas.
Nicholas didn’t answer right away, just glanced at her like he was gauging her reaction. “Maybe,” he said, his tone deliberately vague.
The girl at the booth gave (Y/N) a knowing smile. “So, you’re the one keeping him ‘busy’ every night.” She air-quoted the word “busy.”
She forced a polite smile, even as her pulse picked up. “Guess I’m just that entertaining.”
They all chuckled, Nicholas speaking, “Definitely more entertaining than these dweebs.”
The table laughed again, the conversation shifting, but the remark stuck in her head. She found herself wondering what he’d told them—if he’d told them anything at all—and whether “entertaining” was all she really was to him.
She kept her voice light when she joined the banter, but somewhere under the noise and laughter, the question burned.
After a round of drinks at the table, she excused herself and made her way to the bar. She leaned against the counter, scanning the bottles behind it while waiting for the bartender to notice her.
“Need some company while you wait?”
The voice was warm, easy, familiar. She turned to see the previous football player from a week before.
It took her a few too many moments to remember his name.
“Trent! How are you?” She offered him a hug.
“I’m good, you?” he slid into the stool next to her.
“I’ve been good. Just keeping myself busy.”
“What are you doing out tonight?” He asked as the two ordered their drinks from the bartender.
“Just here with some friends,” she motioned back to the group in the corner booth.
As their eyes travelled over there, she caught Nicholas’s gaze.
The second their eyes met, he looked away, taking a slow sip of his drink as if he hadn’t been paying attention at all.
She felt the smallest twist in her chest, the urge to turn away from the guy in front of her. But she reminded herself—Nicholas isn’t yours. And you’re not his.
So she stayed for a few moments.
They talked for a bit, the conversation never lulling awkwardly, which she appreciated. And as he told her a story of something that happened at work that day, she pretended she didn’t care if Nicholas was watching again.
“I don’t think I got your number last time.” He prompted, grinning like he knew she’d give it over to him.
She hesitated for a heartbeat, glancing toward the booth again—but Nicholas’s head was turned, locked into conversation with one of his friends. Not yours, she reminded herself, and took his phone to put her number in.
Afterwards, she excused herself while he made a promise to call, weaving back through the crowd to the booth.
Nicholas glanced up at her return, his expression unreadable. “You good?”
“Yep,” she said, taking her seat again.
It wasn’t long before he was stretching in his seat, finishing the last sip of his drink. “Think I’m calling it,” he said casually.
They murmured goodbyes to the group and walked outside. The night air bit against her skin, and she glanced up the street. “I can walk home from here—“
Before she could finish, his hand cupped her jaw and his mouth was on hers—hard, urgent. If she wasn’t mistaken… possessive.
Her breath hitched, and she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
“I don’t want you to go home just yet,” he said, voice low and certain.
For a moment, the city noise faded, and all she could hear was the pulse in her ears.
When they stepped back inside his apartment later, he didn’t bother with lights beyond the glow from the streetlamp outside. His jacket landed on the back of a chair, hers followed, and then he was closing the space between them again.
The kiss wasn’t rushed this time. Still intense, but slower—deliberate—like he was staking a claim without saying the words.
Her hands slid up his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, and he pulled her closer until her toes barely brushed the floor. His mouth moved to her jaw, down her neck, and she felt his breath racing against her skin.
It wasn’t their usual rhythm.
There was no quick peel of clothes, no racing to the bedroom. They lingered in the living room, pressed together, as if neither wanted to be the one to move first.
When they finally made it to his bed, it was the same unhurried pace. He kissed her like he had all night to memorize her, and she found herself matching it—not because she wanted to drag it out, but because she didn’t want it to end.
Later, they lay tangled in the dark, her head resting against his chest.
She told herself not to read into it.
But the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his thumb traced lazy circles against her shoulder… it was harder to believe this was still just fun.
-
The morning was just starting to creep across the room when she stirred. She’d half-expected to wake up alone in his bed, like she had so many times before, but Nicholas was still there—stretched out beside her, one arm tucked under his head, the other draped lazily across her waist.
“Morning,” he said, voice still rough from sleep.
She blinked at him, caught off guard by the way he was just… looking at her. No smirk, no teasing right away. Just there.
“Morning,” she echoed, “you’re… up early.”
“Didn’t sleep much,” he said, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from her face. “You hog the blankets.”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Sure, blame me.”
Instead of letting the moment fade, he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “Come on, I’m making breakfast.”
That stopped her. “Breakfast?”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” His grin was easy, but it didn’t have the usual bite. “You like pancakes?”
She nodded, watching him pull on a shirt and head toward the kitchen, still feeling that faint, disorienting warmth.
They’d never had mornings like this before. With breakfast. Unless a cup of coffee counted.
And as she slid out of bed to follow him, she tried not to think about how dangerous it felt—how easy it was to pretend this was something more.
The smell of pancake batter and melted butter quickly filled his small apartment kitchen as she learned against the counter, scrolling absently through her phone while Nicholas moved around beside her.
It buzzed with a new message.
???
It was good to see you again. Want to grab a drink tonight?
It took her a split second to place who texted her. It was Trent. She was half surprised he reached out. The other half of her even more surprised she was vaguely intrigued.
She noticed Nicholas glancing over from the stove, catching the message as she debated how to respond. After how he acted last night, she wondered what kind of reaction she could get out of him if he waited to see her response.
(Y/N)
I might be able to make that happen.
He quickly set his spatula down, moving the pan with a half-cooked pancake off the eye.
Before she could lock her phone and look up at him, his hands were on her waist, pinning her in place.
“Nicholas—“ she started, but was silenced by the look in his eyes.
He stepped closer, crowding into her space, his voice low and rough. “You really think I’m gonna let you walk out of here and meet him tonight?”
Her pulse jumped, excitement and nervousness coursing through her, “He’s just—“
“I don’t care who he is,” he cut in, his mouth already at her neck, his grip firm on her hips. “You’re not going anywhere.”
The next second, he was lifting her onto the counter, his hands sliding over her thighs, his body pressing between her legs. There was no pretense now, no lazy lead-in—just raw, unfiltered possession pouring out in the only way he knew how to show it.
And she couldn’t think much, couldn’t speak. Only hold onto him as the kitchen filled with the sharp edge of something they’d both been pretending not to feel.
As he forced her shorts back down, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips. Whatever reaction she had been hoping for, this one was better. She didn’t mind the force with which he grabbed her. Didn’t mind him leaving bite marks down her neck and shoulders. Didn’t mind how his kisses felt like her soul was leaving her body little by little.
Between all their nights together, he’d never been quite as rough. It didn’t hurt, but she knew even if she did want to go again tonight, her body would disagree with her. She would still be able to feel his fingers digging into her skin. The feeling of her lower back grazing the edge of the counter.
The air was still heavy when it was over. The hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the kitchen.
She remained sat where he’d taken her, catching her breath, her hair tossed, and shirt still pushed up a little too far. Nicholas stood in front of her, leaning one hand on the counter beside her, his other raking through his own mess of hair.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t smirk or make some easy joke to break the tension.
And that was somehow worse.
She slid off the counter, her feet finding the cool tile. For a moment, she thought about saying something—asking what that had been. Why he’d gotten so… worked up. But the words stuck in her throat. Afraid she might undo whatever had just been done.
Instead, she straightened her clothes.
“Guess it’s… good we’re keeping this simple.” He muttered, almost to himself.
She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. But the words still rubbed her the wrong way, especially after what had just happened.
“That’s what that was,” she asked, “simple?”
He hesitated, then shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “Easier that way.”
The words landed like a door had just been slammed in her face.
Of course.
Of course he hadn’t been jealous over her meeting some guy because he had feelings for her. It was just some weird territorial thing. Probably only mostly to do with the fact she was still in his house when she’d responded.
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Right,” she said after a beat, her voice even but her chest tight. “I should probably get going. I’ve got… work.” She quickly reached for her bag and phone.
He didn’t say anything as he followed her to the door. When he opened it for her, he lingered like he might say something more, but instead he just said, “See you.”
She stepped into the crisp morning air without looking back.
By the time she reached the street, her thoughts had tangled beyond recognition. Maybe he’d just been reminding them of the deal they’d made. Or maybe he’d been reminding her where she stood.
Either way, she wasn’t going to risk crossing that line again.
-
Ellie
Think you and Jess can be cool enough to join my party planning committee tonight?
(Y/N) had just gotten out of the shower when she received the text from Ellie. She absentmindedly dried her hair while she thought about it.
(Y/N)
I can. But I feel like she hates me.
Ellie
Well, I’ll pull rank and tell her to get over it. I want to plan a fun birthday and I don’t want some boy getting in the way of us planning a fun night.
She smiled a little at her last message.
Ellie always liked to go all out for her birthday. One year, she made the group dress up in different color-themed costumes—wigs included—and barhop until 3 a.m. Another year, she convinced them all to road trip to California because she was “convinced” that she would meet her celebrity crush on her birthday night. She didn’t, of course.
But Ellie was her oldest friend in the city, so she would try her best to be a friend to Jess tonight. Especially after her interaction with Nicholas just that morning.
She was the first to show up to Ellie’s house. Having promised to help her set up wine glasses and clean up a little before the others arrived.
She had tried her best to act normal, but Nicholas’s words kept ringing in her ears.
“You’ve been quiet.” Ellie suddenly spoke up, pulling her out of her thoughts. “And not the usual ‘work’s been busy’ quiet, so don’t even start. What’s up?”
She sighed as she folded a few stray shirts that had been lying on Ellie’s couch. “It’s… this whole Nicholas situation.”
Ellie immediately sat on the ottoman stool in front of her. “What? You worried Jess is gonna try to fight you or something?” She grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
She offered her a half-hearted smile. “I wish that was my biggest problem.” She paused, finding her words. “I didn’t mean for it to… be anything. It was supposed to just be fun. That’s what we agreed on. No strings, no pressure, no…” she shook her head, searching for the right word.
“Feelings?” Ellie finished for her.
She just looked at her, lips pursed.
“But you’re starting to catch them.” She more so stated than asked.
(Y/N) let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “I think so. Which is stupid. We both promised we wouldn’t. We just got out of relationships. This was supposed to be safe.”
Ellie threw her hands up almost defensively. “Look, I’m no expert, but I feel like whenever you say you’re gonna start hooking up with a guy ‘just for fun’ it always ends up leading to one person caring more than they should.”
Her shoulders fell slightly, knowing the truth in her words.
“But, hey,” she continued, “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. Just that, we don’t always fully realize what we’re signing up for. Plus,” she shrugged, “Nicholas is definitely the kind of guy anyone would struggle to just have repeated casual sex with. I mean, he’s objectively hot. Six foot something, wicked smile, beautiful blue eyes, I get it, girl.”
She couldn’t stop the fond grin that found its way onto her lips. “He’s sweet, too.” She almost muttered. “Like, there’s been a few times it didn’t feel like he was just trying to jump my bones, you know? Like, we’ve laughed and watched movies and gone out. It’s not like I just go to his house, hit it, and leave.”
Ellie shrugged. “He’s a good guy, for sure. I never knew he was the type to hook up, anyway. His ex-fiancé was kind of crazy, though. So, maybe he’s trying to experiment or something.”
Her brows furrowed. “How do you mean?”
“Oh, you haven’t heard the story?”
She shook her head.
“Oh my god,” she glanced at her phone, “I’ll try to give you the short version before Jess and them get here. Okay,” she adjusted to sitting cross-legged. “So, Nick and I met last semester of college, right? Well, he transferred here from the UK so he could be closer to her. Her name is Lilian, by the way. And, I only met her a handful of times, but she was such a control freak. And she didn’t even try to hide it. I don’t even think he would be here if it weren’t for her. He’s never straight-out admitted it, but he’s definitely alluded to the fact that his first choice was not in the states.”
“He did mention something about being forced to propose to her.” She chimed.
Ellie quickly nodded. “No, dude, literally. He told me that she would like bring it up in front of both of their parents. Like, I guess they’d talked in passing about getting married one day, and then the next time he saw her parents, they were like ‘well, we can’t wait to see what kind of ring you pick out,’ or ‘have you thought about a good spot to propose?’ And then even his own parents asked him about it because she’d told them something behind his back. Like, they were upset he hadn’t told them he was planning to propose.”
Her brows shot up at that. “Why didn’t he immediately tell her to calm the fuck down?”
Ellie let out a soft sigh as she shrugged, “I guess they were super rich, like her parents own a house here, in London, and in Dubai. So, I guess he was half intimidated by them and half liked the idea of marrying into a wealthy family. We haven’t talked too much in detail about it, but I know he got to the point he couldn’t stand to be around her. Like, one time, we were all out at the bar and she was blowing up his phone. I’m talking back-to-back calls and texts. And we could all tell it was bothering him, so we were like either answer or just turn your phone off. Dude,” she paused, eyes widening, “she showed up to the bar we were at and cussed him out in front of everyone.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“I have no idea. He said she knew where he was, but I guess she was ready for him to come home. And it wasn’t even that late, either, it was like 9:30, we hadn’t been out an hour. And she had been invited too.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Anyways, she bitched him out in front of everyone for not answering his phone and then they left. And not even three weeks later, he called off the engagement.”
(Y/N) paused, it was quite the story. She wasn’t surprised he hadn’t told her yet, but now she almost felt guilty for knowing.
“That’s awful.” Was all she could muster.
Ellie nodded. “So, I get why he’s not super willing to jump into anything. But,” she placed a hand on her arm, “you also shouldn’t wait around for a guy like that. He’s a great friend, but you’re my best friend, and you deserve the kind of guy who’s gonna commit. So, if you wanna have your fun, have your fun, but don’t let him break your heart. Because then I’d have to kill him. And I’d be down one foreign friend.”
“You keep track of your foreign friends?”
“I’m always looking for a free place to stay so I can visit another country.”
They both laughed at that, and then someone knocked at the door.
“Okay,” Maya said as soon as the door opened, “we’ve got wine, snacks, and one of those sashes that says ‘tini bit older’ on it.”
Ellie immediately rolled her eyes. “I told you we’re not doing martini theme.”
“It’s just for the pregame.” Claire chimed in, “You’ve gotta dress up a little.”
(Y/N) was setting the wine glasses down on Ellie’s small, round kitchen table when Jess’s gaze flicked to her—not hostile, not exactly cold, but distant enough to register.
“Hey, (Y/N),” she said, her tone polite but stripped of the easy warmth she usually had.
“Hey,” she replied, matching it.
Maya flopped down onto the arm of the couch, already scrolling on her phone. “We could book that new place downtown—what’s it called?”
As they tossed ideas back and forth, (Y/N) felt Jess’s presence like a quiet weight on the edge of the conversation. Jess chimed in on dinner suggestions, laughed at Claire’s jokes, but didn’t direct anything towards (Y/N). Not even in the group chatter.
It wasn’t enough for anyone else to notice.
But she noticed.
“Ooh, are we inviting man-candies this year?” Claire perked up.
Ellie’s eyes flickered around the room for a second, “Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, come on!” Maya pleaded. “Last year you said, and I quote, ‘it would be so much more fun if we each had a tall sexy man, that way we could all get laid for my birthday.’”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “I was 5 vodka crans deep when I said that.”
Maya shrugged, “still said it.”
“Plus, it would give me a perfect excuse to hang out with Bryan, again.” Claire added.
“I thought you didn’t have a good time with him,” Ellie quipped.
Claire took a sip of her wine, brows raised as her gaze lowered, “I like to give people second chances. Plus,” she grinned devilishly, “it’s big.”
“Gross,” Ellie smacked her arm, her laugh betraying her.
“Oh,” Maya chirped up, “and Ellie could set you up with Nicholas, finally.”
She was looking at Jess when she said it, but (Y/N)’s blood went cold. Especially when Ellie looked at her.
“Oh,” Jess chirped up, “I don’t think I’m his type.” The words held an edge to them that only three of the girls in the room could understand.
“Why not?” Claire asked, “Surely Ellie could vouch for you and he could at least hang out with you for a while, see how awesome you are.”
Jess seemed to ponder her next words. “I think (Y/N) would have a better chance at catching his attention.”
The room paused.
Looks were exchanged.
“Don’t be so petty.” Ellie finally spoke up.
“About what?” Claire asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
“About how (Y/N) slept with Nicholas.” Jess jabbed.
“You did?” Maya asked, brows raised in something that could only be described as admiration.
She didn’t want to respond, didn’t want to have this conversation. But she was already cornered. Might as well come clean now.
“Yes.” She sighed. “But it was only after he’d already ghosted her. I didn’t realize it would be such a big deal.” She lied.
Jess rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“And it’s not going to be.” Ellie finally spoke up. “Because we’re gonna find Jess here a nice finance bro who used to be an athlete and could pick her up with one arm, and she’s gonna stop being salty like she promised she would.”
There was another pause.
“Well, I’m gonna bring that guy you set me up with last week,” Maya diverted the conversation.
(Y/N) tried to continue as if nothing had happened, but Jess’s silence didn’t go unnoticed by the group. However, they continued to try to plan out the perfect night for Ellie as if they couldn’t feel the new tension in the room.
After a breakup, she swore to start saying yes—whatever came next. Meeting Nicholas wasn’t part of the plan, but their easy connection and late-night conversations are hard to ignore. What starts as “just fun” soon feels like something neither of them expected.
friends-to-lovers, references to sex, drinking, swearing
wc 5,279
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They lingered at the bar, their drinks slowly disappearing, the hum of conversation around them fading into the background. Nicholas tipped his beer bottle towards her.
“You know,” he said, “I was thinking… maybe my shirt needs a night to itself.”
She arched a brow. “A night to itself?”
He nodded, that faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Yeah. Stretch out, enjoy some personal space. Maybe you should… find some place else to go to tonight. You know, so it can have plenty of time to itself.”
She let out a small laugh. “And where exactly do you propose I go?”
He shrugged, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. “Depends on what you’re into. I’m sure it wouldn’t be difficult. But if you’re into shitty action movies and free booze, I might know a spot.”
“Sounds like a very elaborate way of saying you want me to come over.” She pressed.
“Maybe,” he said, leaning just a little closer, his voice low enough that she felt it more than she heard it, “gotta give me points for creativity.”
She pretended to mull it over, swirling the last sip of her drink in her glass. “Hmm. I don’t know. I might have other plans.”
“Guess I’ll have to convince you to change your mind, then.” He murmured, his eyes catching hers in that steady, unblinking way that made her pulse jump.
And from the way she was still smiling at his coy call-back as she set her empty glass down, she knew he probably would.
-
His apartment was warm, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of cedar—the same scent she’d caught lingering in her sheets.
Nicholas closed the door behind them, tossing his keys onto the counter. “Make yourself at home.” His tone was easy, but his eyes carried a weight that made her pulse quicken.
She set her bag on the entry table, unzipping her jacket slowly. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her hip as he took it from her and draped it over the back of a chair. “There,” he murmured, his voice low, as if the simple act of removing her coat had been the point all along.
The space between them vanished in a heartbeat. His mouth found hers—warm and unhurried at first, then deeper as she leaned into him. His hands slid along her waist, pulling her closer until her chest was pressed to his, the heat of him seeping through every layer.
She broke the kiss just long enough to catch her breath. His gaze flicked to her mouth before returning to her eyes, and whatever he saw there made him pull her in again, more certain this time. Her hands found the edge of his t-shirt, fingertips grazing over warm skin as the rest of the world slipped away.
They moved toward the couch, then his bedroom, in a series of half-finished kisses and lingering touches, laughing softly when they bumped into the doorframe before pulling each other in again.
By the time they reached the bed, their movements had shifted from playful to something more intent. He took his time, as if reacquainting himself with every inch of her, and she met him with the same slow, deliberate heat.
When it was over, they stayed tangled together longer than usual, her cheek resting against his shoulder, his arm draped around her like it belonged there. He traced lazy patterns against her side, neither of them in a rush to move.
“You’re quieter than usual,” she teased softly.
“Just enjoying the company,” he said, his lips brushing the top of her head.
It was an easy line, one that shouldn’t have meant anything—but the warmth in his voice made her chest feel too full.
He didn’t make any move to push her to get up, just shifted slightly so she could curl in closer, his hand finding the curve of her hip again like it was second nature. They stayed that way for several more minutes, the hum of the heater filling the quiet.
Finally, it was (Y/N) that broke the spell. She pushed up onto one elbow, glancing toward where her clothes were tossed on the chair.
“I should probably…” she trailed off, motioning vaguely toward them.
His hand slid away slowly, his eyes following her with that steady, unreadable look as she rose and began to dress.
Neither of them said much, but the air still felt warm when she smoothed her shirt into place and glanced back at him—and he was still watching her.
-
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind that called for oversized sweaters, too much coffee, and sprawling across Ellie’s couch with half the girls from their friend group. Someone had brought pastries, someone else a bottle of wine, and the conversation had been comfortably aimless—jobs, relationships, weekend plans—until it wasn’t.
“I met this guy last weekend,” Jess said suddenly, her smile almost shy. “Tall, dark hair, really nice smile… Nicholas, I think? Ellie, you know him, right?”
(Y/N) froze for half a second, masking it with a sip of her latte.
“Oh, Nicholas?” Ellie grinned. “Yeah, I met him like two years ago. He’s a good guy.”
Jess’s eyes lit up. “Good. Because I was thinking about asking him out. We talked for a bit and… I don’t know, he just seems different.”
The rest of the group leaned in with varying degrees of interest, throwing out questions and teasing encouragements. (Y/N) stayed quiet, keeping her gaze fixed on the rim of her cup.
She couldn’t say anything. He wasn’t hers to claim. No one here knew they’d been hooking up—and even if they did, what would she say? Actually, we’re just… whatever we are?
“You should go for it,” one of the girls said, elbowing Jess playfully. “He’s single, right?”
Ellie nodded. “As far as I know.”
Jess glanced around the group. “You’ve met him too, right, (Y/N)? What do you think?”
Her stomach twisted, but she forced a light smile. “Yeah, he’s… great. Definitely worth a shot.”
The words felt strange leaving her mouth, but they were all she could give.
Jess beamed, clearly encouraged, and the conversation moved on, leaving her to hide behind her coffee cup—the knot moving into her chest.
She barely heard whatever it was they were talking about. Every laugh, every clink of coffee mugs sounded far away under the steady strum in her head.
Nicholas.
Jess.
You should go for it. Definitely worth a shot.
By the time she got home that evening, she still hadn’t shaken the knot in her chest. She told herself it didn’t matter—but when she curled up on the couch, her phone was already in her hand.
If she couldn’t say it out loud, maybe she could just… remind him she was still there.
(Y/N)
I saw a shirt today that reminded me of you
She never had to wait too long for his replies.
Nicholas
Did it look good on you?
(Y/N)
No. It was wrinkled, a little arrogant, and definitely too expensive.
Nicholas
Sounds about right.
She could almost hear the dry amusement in his voice.
(Y/N)
I considered buying it anyway.
Nicholas
Why? The one on your coffee table not doing it for you anymore?
(Y/N)
Not that, I just know it probably gets tired of doing all the heavy lifting.
Nicholas
I think he’s built for it. Enjoys it even.
Her stomach did the annoying little flip again. It was nothing out of the ordinary for them—just their usual game—but it still gave her the answer she’d been fishing for.
She was still on his mind.
And for tonight, that was enough.
-
The group chat lit up just after lunch the next day.
Jess
Guess who finally asked Nicholas out? 🙋🏼♀️
Her grip on her phone tightened, almost unnoticeably.
Jess
He said yes! 👯♀️
The responses rolled in quickly after that.
Ellie
YES GIRL!!!
Maya
omg finally
Claire
Duh, you’re hot
She stared at the stream of excitement, her fingers still. She couldn’t bring herself to add a smily face or a “congrats”—not when her stomach felt like it had just dropped.
Jess
We’re going to dinner on Saturday night. Cute little Italian place downtown.
Her heart skipped. Saturday.
She set her phone down, scolding herself for even having the thought. This girl was her friend. Albeit through Ellie, and the two had never actually talked one-on-one. She was still a friend. A nice girl. Someone who deserved to go on a date with a guy like Nicholas.
But her body moved on its own accord.
(Y/N)
What are you doing Saturday?
She was a terrible person. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. What game was she playing? He’s not hers. She doesn’t get to feel—
Nicholas
Why? Planning something?
She stared at his reply for a moment, heartbeat thumping in her ears.
(Y/N)
Maybe. Thought we could meet up.
She didn’t mention dinner. Didn’t mention Jess. She just waited, her phone warm in her hand, to see if he’d take the bait.
Nicholas
I might have plans.
Her jaw tightened, of course. This is what she should hope for. Jess didn’t deserve to be stood up. Didn’t deserve to have her stomp all over—
Nicholas
But… if you promise to buy me a drink, I’m sure I could figure something out.
She stared at the screen, her pulse beating faster than she wanted to admit. It was Nicholas—playful, vague, leaving her to read between the lines.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, a dozen responses flashing through her mind. She settled on the one that would match his tone best, even if her stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
(Y/N)
I think I can swing that
She hit send, leaned back against the couch, and tried not to think too hard about whether he was figuring something out for her… or for other reasons.
A few hours later, her phone buzzed again—the group chat.
Jess
Ugh, just heard from Nicholas. He had to reschedule Saturday.
Her eyes scanned the words twice, her heart thudding for reasons she didn’t want to examine too closely.
Ellie
Aw, that sucks. Did he say why?
Jess
Not really, just said something came up but he’ll let me know when he’s free
Maya
Well at least he didn’t ghost
Claire
Yea, he probably has a good reason
Ellie
keep us updated girlie
Jess
I will. Guess I’ll just spend Saturday with a bottle of wine and Netflix
She didn’t type anything, just sat there with her phone in her lap. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed in herself. On one hand, she hated the thought of him going out with someone else—especially someone she knew. But on the other, he wasn’t hers to claim or fight over. And she knew she didn’t feel good about what she’d done. But she’d done it. And the small part of her that rejoiced in the fact he’d rather spend the night with her than go on a date with someone new was screaming a lot louder than her guilt.
-
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, swiping on her lipstick with a steady hand she didn’t entirely feel. The plan was simple—meet Nicholas at the bar, keep things light, and not think about Jess or how hard she’d stabbed her in the back.
Her phone buzzed.
Nicholas
Here.
She frowned, glancing at the time. He was early.
(Y/N)
Already at the bar?
Before she could even fully hit send, there was a knock at her door.
When she opened it, he met her with a bright smile.
“I thought we were meeting at the bar.”
He shrugged, casual as anything. “Was in the neighborhood.”
She raised a brow, though her smile didn’t falter. “You were in the neighborhood?”
“Mhmm.” his mouth warped into that crooked grin of his that always made it hard to look away. “Figured I’d give you a ride. Unless you’d rather drive yourself.”
She shook her head, trying to hide the warmth blooming in her chest. “Who am I to deny a man his chivalry?”
As she locked the door behind her and followed him to the car, she told herself it didn’t mean anything—but the truth was, she liked the way it felt.
The bar was buzzing with the low hum of conversation layered over soft music from the corner stage. They’d claimed two stools near the end, close enough to the crowd for the atmosphere but far enough for their own little pocket of space.
(Y/N) leaned one elbow on the bar, her cocktail glass balanced between her fingers. “So,” she said lightly, “are you going to tell me what plans you changed to be here tonight?”
He took a short sip of his beer, then set it down with an easy shrug. “Was supposed to have a date.”
She blinked. “A date?”
“Mm,” he didn’t elaborate, didn’t even look like it was worth explaining.
Her brows lifted, and she let out a soft, incredulous scoff. “And you gave that up… to hang out with me?”
He met her gaze then, his expression steady, almost unreadable, except for the faintest curve of a smile. “Guess I’d rather spend my time with you.”
The words were so simple, so offhand, but they landed heavier than they had any right to.
She hid it behind a sip of her drink, masking the way her pulse had picked up. “You’re either very flattering or very bad at making decisions.”
“Maybe both,” he said with a quiet chuckle, lifting his beer again.
But even as they slid back into their usual back-and-forth, the weight of his answer lingered between them.
The night blurred into warmth and movement, the hum of the bar replaced by the quiet of Nicholas’s bedroom, where laughter had long since given way to softer sounds.
Now, the only light came from the streetlamp outside his window, painting pale stripes across the sheets. She lay on her side, her breathing still slowing, the air between them calm in a way it never seemed to be anywhere else.
Nicholas was stretched out beside her, one arm draped lazily across her waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns against her skin.
She shifted after a while, glancing toward where her clothes were tossed in their usual spot. His hand didn’t move, but his voice came low, almost offhand.
“You could always wait ’til morning.”
She stilled, glancing back at him. “Wait for what?”
He gave a small shrug, eyes still on her. “I make a decent cup of coffee.”
It was nothing—just an easy line, something that could mean exactly what it sounded like. But the way he said it, the faint curl of his mouth, made her chest feel a little too tight.
She tried to play it off, tugging the sheet up around her shoulders as if to shield her heart from his punches. “That so?”
“Mm,” he murmured, settling deeper into his pillow. “But only for special guests.”
She rolled her eyes, “Special guests get decent coffee, huh?” but she didn’t get up. And when his arm tightened fractionally around her, she decided she could wait for morning—just this once.
-
She woke to the faint clink of ceramic and the low hum of a kettle somewhere in the apartment.
For a moment, she forgot where she was—until she caught the faint, clean scent of his cologne lingering in the sheets and remembered the offhand comment from last night. I make a decent cup of coffee.
She slipped out of bed, pulling on her clothes from the night before, and padded barefoot down the short hall toward the kitchen.
Nicholas stood at the counter, in sweats and a plain black t-shirt, pouring coffee into two mismatched mugs.
“Morning,” he said without looking up.
She leaned against the archway of the hallway, arms crossed. “This the famous coffee you were bragging about?”
“Famous might be a stretch,” he turned, setting one mug on the island between them. “But I did warn you it’s only for special guests.”
She took a sip, hiding the way her lips wanted to curve. “Not bad. You might have earned yourself a return visit.”
His smirk deepened. “Guess I’ll have to keep the beans stocked, then.”
It was easy, natural. Like they’d done this a hundred times, even though she knew they hadn’t.
When she finally glanced at the clock and mentioned she should head home, he didn’t rush her. Just poured her another splash of coffee, leaning on the counter across from her like he had no reason to be anywhere else.
As she took another sip, the steam curling up between them, her thoughts went elsewhere. Jess’s voice from the group chat last week still lingering in her head—He had to reschedule. I’ll keep you posted.
She kept her eyes on the mug in her hands as she spoke, as casually as she could muster. “So, you gonna reschedule your date?”
Nicholas didn’t answer right away. She could feel his gaze on her, and the silence stretched just long enough to make her wish she hadn’t asked. Maybe it was too close to a line they’d silently drawn.
Then he shook his head, almost absently, as he set his mug down. “Honestly? I’m not that into the girl.”
The casual way he said it didn’t quite match the way her chest tightened. She nodded like it was nothing, taking another slow sip to keep her expression neutral.
“That so?” she asked lightly.
“That so,” he said, his mouth curving in a small, knowing smile.
And just like that, the weight of the question dissipated, replaced by the easy rhythm they always seemed to fall back into—even if the answer stayed with her long after.
It didn’t take long for a pattern to form after that.
It would start with a text—never direct, always wrapped in something casual, playful.
Nicholas
Think your coffee table’s starting to miss me.
(Y/N)
It’s fine. But your shirt’s starting to get lonely.
Or
(Y/N)
You still owe me a drink.
Nicholas
I’m a man of my word. Want to collect tonight?
Sometimes it was him. Other times it was her. But it was always the same rhythm: one of them planted the seed, the other would water. And before the night was over, they’d be together.
There wasn’t talk about what they were, or where it was going. Just the steady cadence of nights tangled in each other’s arms, lips brushing in the dark, hands learning and relearning each other.
And every morning was the same, too. She’d pull her shirt back over her head, he’d lean in the doorway sipping coffee, tossing out some sly remark about her being spoiled by his so-called hospitality. She’d roll her eyes, pretend it wasn’t making her smile, and then she’d leave.
A few days—seldom longer than a work week—it would start again.
It went on like that for a little over a month—texts that never quite said what they meant, nights that ended too quickly, and mornings that felt like they could be something else if either of them dared to name it.
But they didn’t.
They just kept the routine.
And it was starting to get to her.
She couldn’t stand the tugging in her chest every time one of them left. The way her bones screamed for her to make him stay. To go back to him.
And she also couldn’t help that lingering guilt she felt.
“I don’t know why he changed his mind,” Ellie quipped offhandedly one day.
The two had gone out for lunch together on their breaks from work. Sitting outside, enjoying the fall days before they got too cold.
“Is she that tore up about it?”
Ellie shrugged, digging around in her salad as if she didn’t really care. “I don’t know why. She spoke to him once at one of Trevor’s parties. I don’t even think it was longer than twenty minutes.”
(Y/N) took in the words quietly.
“I mean, he’s cute and all, sure. But it’s not the end of the world.” She paused as she took a sip of her drink. “Didn’t you text him a while back? Nothing come from that?”
She paused as she considered if she should come clean or not. She’d been dying to talk to someone about it, but she also liked the secrecy of it. She liked having him to herself—even if not entirely.
“Kind of.”
Ellie paused, looking up at her through her lashes. “You’re joking.” She said, accusingly.
“It’s not like that,” she quickly defended.
“Oh, it is so like that,” a knowing smile made its way onto her expression. “Why didn’t you say anything? God, I would’ve never let Jess get her hopes up.”
(Y/N) quickly shook her head. “It’s nothing serious. We hooked up a few times. That’s it.”
Ellie studied her for a moment. “That’s it, huh?”
She crossed her arms, sitting back. “That’s it.”
“Well,” she continued to dig into her lunch, “when it becomes more than ‘it,’ you be sure to let me know.”
“Why do you sound so certain it will be more than ‘it.’”
“Because I know you.” She quipped. “And I know Nick. Enough to know that you two don’t seem like the type for it to be less than ‘it.’”
She didn’t like the way her throat tightened at her words. She didn’t let herself get too excited by her friend's encouragement. But she couldn’t help the lingering feeling that maybe she wasn’t crazy. Maybe their routine was bleeding into something else. Maybe he felt it too.
Or maybe it was all in her head.
Later that evening, the two of them met back up with Jess and Maya in tow. They’d decided to go to a new restaurant that had opened only a few months back.
The conversation started easily enough: work drama, hair appointments, new recipes they saw on TikTok. Until someone brought up a bad date they’d gone on.
“At least you’re going on dates,” Jess interjected. “The one guy I want won’t even give me the time of day.”
(Y/N) didn’t like the way Ellie’s eyes immediately caught hers.
“You need to get over him,” Maya spoke up, “I think he’s just a man-slut. I saw him at that little wine bar on 8th a few nights back with a girl I didn’t recognize. They looked… cozy.”
(Y/N)’s throat burned before she could swallow it down.
“Ugh, of course.” Jess sighed. “Just my luck.”
“It’s probably a sign,” (Y/N) finally chimed in. “Guys like that only want one thing.”
She ignored Ellie’s lingering stare.
Her chest felt tight, her stomach heavier than it had in weeks. She nodded along to the change in subject, as if the thought of him with someone else hadn’t just lodged under her skin.
For the rest of the evening, she told herself it didn’t matter. It’s what she deserved, if anything. She’d stolen his attention from Jess, and now someone else was doing the same to her in return.
They had no promises, no expectations.
But that didn’t stop the burn from creeping up her throat every time she pictured him leaning in toward a stranger the way he’d leaned toward her.
-
Later that night, (Y/N) let Ellie drag her out to a bar downtown. She told herself she needed the distraction, needed to prove to herself that Nicholas wasn’t the only man in the city who could hold her attention.
It worked—at least for a while. A tall, broad-shouldered guy in a fitted navy shirt bought her a drink and slid easily into conversation. He was handsome—a football player all throughout college, she’d learned—in a way that drew out second glances, confident without tipping into arrogance.
She laughed at his jokes, leaned in when the music got louder, sipped her drink slowly. She was enjoying herself—even if his smile didn’t quite have the same pull. Even if his easy charm didn’t land the same way Nicholas’s did.
Her phone next to her buzzed.
Nicholas
What are you doing?
She stared at it for a beat before answering.
(Y/N)
Out.
Three dots appeared.
Nicholas
You should come over when you’re done being ‘out.’”
A familiar twist pulled at her chest, but she forced a faint smile as she glanced at the guy beside her.
They weren’t an item. Not exclusive. He’d gone on a date with some other girl and done god knows what, so why shouldn’t she do the same? She was almost ashamed of herself for relying on Nicholas for her needs so much recently.
Maybe it was the realization that it wasn’t healthy for her to cling to him the way she had begun to. Maybe it was the mountain of a man sitting next to her and offering a bright smile. Maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, she had no plans of giving in to him this time.
(Y/N)
Can’t. I’m preoccupied.
It was vague enough to be harmless, but she knew he’d read between the lines. After all, she wasn’t sure there had ever been a time she turned him down—or vice versa.
When his reply came—just a simple,
Nicholas
interesting.
—she slid her phone back into her purse, deciding it would be best out of her line of sight. She turned her attention back to her drink, telling herself she didn’t care what he thought.
And she kept telling herself that. Even as she walked home with the brunette who had been chatting her up all night. Even as she let him undress her in ways that were different from Nicholas. Even as she cursed herself for letting that thought cross her mind in the first place.
-
It was two nights later when she saw him again. Ellie had invited a handful of friends to her place for drinks, and she hadn’t expected Nicholas to be one of them—but there he was, leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the place, a beer in hand and that familiar smirk tugging at his mouth when he spotted her.
“Preoccupied the other night?” he said by way of greeting, his tone light but his eyes drinking her in differently.
She lifted a brow, playing dumb. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“Mm.” He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never wavering. “Hope he was worth your while.”
The words hit harder than she expected. She knew it was obvious, but his boldness to call her out on it made her body hum in a way she didn’t like. She forced a smile, shrugging like it didn’t matter. “Who says it was a he?”
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t entirely playful. “Just an educated guess.”
They stood there for a beat too long, the air between them taut with something unspoken. Finally, she laughed—too brightly—and reached past him for a fresh drink, breaking the moment.
But even as she moved away, she could feel his gaze lingering, and it made her pulse trip in a way she’d been trying to learn to stop.
She walked away from him as if she wasn’t intrigued by his presence. As if his towering figure didn’t loom over her in a way that made her want to beg.
She spent the night mingling with the small crowd. Sharing drinks and laughs with people she only saw on nights like this. And later, as the party thinned, those voices mellowed into the kind of soft chatter that meant people were either winding down or pairing off.
She stepped out of the bathroom, still drying her hands on a paper towel, when she nearly ran straight into him.
Nicholas didn’t move aside. Instead, he closed the small space between them in a single step, his palm finding the wall above her head as his body angled into hers.
“Come home with me,” he said, low enough that only she could hear.
Her breath caught, pulse jumping at the sudden nearness. “That’s not much of a request.”
“It’s not supposed to be.” His eyes were darker now, intent, his voice edged with something that made her knees feel weaker than she wanted to admit.
She swallowed, trying for a smirk. “And why would I do that?”
“Because,” he said, leaning in just enough that the warmth of his breath brushed her ear, “I’m not in the mood to watch you walk away again.”
The words hit her like a ton of bricks. A mix of challenge and something deeper she couldn’t quite name. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she looked up into those blue eyes.
She hesitated, her back against the wall, her mind running through every reason she should say no.
But her heart—traitorous as ever—was already answering for her.
She tilted her chin up, meeting his challenging gaze. “Fine. But you’re buying drinks next time.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, and just like that, the tension broke into movement. He stepped back only far enough to let he pass, his hand grazing her lower back as they made their way toward the front door.
And suddenly, time seemed to slow down as they passed Jess and Ellie on the way out. The two girls had been laughing about something when Jess’s eyes caught (Y/N)’s, Nicholas’s hand suddenly feeling a lot sharper on her back.
Ellie’s gaze flickered between the two girls, clearly not knowing how to handle the situation, but (Y/N) wasn’t about to dwell on it now. She averted her eyes and continued on her way, ignoring the glare she could feel being shot through her back.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, she could still feel Jess’s stare.
But once they got into his apartment, all of those thoughts were swept away as his hands found her waist, pulling her in. She met him halfway, her fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth claimed hers, the kiss hot and certain.
They moved through the apartment without breaking, each step backward a memorized dance. Clothes trailed in their wake until they were in his bedroom. Until the rest of the night melted into heat and touch and the familiar rhythm they’d built between them.
She clung to him like it was the first and last time. Every brush of his hand against her body felt like he was erasing everything that the guy from a few nights before had done. Like she’d made do with candlelight, and now the sun had returned.
It also erased the nagging thoughts of what Jess must think. Of how angry she must be. Of how betrayed she must feel.
None of it mattered because in this moment, they could be just the two of them. Tangled together like their bodies belonged together.
And when it was over, they lay tangled in the dark, their breathing slowly matching pace. She thought he might roll away, but instead he stayed where he was, one hand still splayed against her hip.
“Glad you weren’t preoccupied tonight?” He murmured, the faintest edge of teasing in his voice.
She smiled against his chest, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But she didn’t move away, either.
After a breakup, she swore to start saying yes—whatever came next. Meeting Nicholas wasn’t part of the plan, but their easy connection and late-night conversations are hard to ignore. What starts as “just fun” soon feels like something neither of them expected.
friends-to-lovers, references to sex, drinking, swearing
wc 5,258
I - - II - - III - - IV
Three days had passed since that night, and (Y/N) had done an impressive job of keeping it filed under fun despite her initial racing heart. Work, errands, and late-night TV had filled the gaps just fine, so her thoughts didn’t linger on the way her skin came alive under his touch that night. Although his folded shirt sitting on her coffee table definitely tried its hardest to tempt her into thinking about it more than she should.
And then, her phone buzzed.
Nicholas
You’re holding my shirt hostage again.
She stared at the message, not noticing the corners of her mouth curling in a giddy grin.
(Y/N)
You make it sound like I’m running some underground shirt-smuggling operation.
Nicholas
You left me without one. Twice. That feels intentional.
She took a sip of her coffee before typing her next reply.
(Y/N)
Admit it. You just wanted an excuse to see me again.
She couldn’t stop the way her heart skipped as she sent the bold message. There was a longer pause this time.
Nicholas
Would that be such a bad thing?
(Y/N)
Depends. are you going to spill another drink on me?
Nicholas
Credit where credit is due i spilt no drinks last time.
(Y/N)
Fair. I guess I can let you reclaim your property. Tonight?
Nicholas
Tonight. I’ll bring the booze to you this time.
She set the phone down, feeling that same hum of anticipation she’d told herself she was done with. It was just a shirt, just drinks.
But she also told herself that last time.
He showed up that night with a six-pack in one hand and a lopsided grin that said he knew exactly how ridiculous this “shirt exchange” was becoming.
“Delivery,” he said, holding up the drinks. “In exchange for my property.”
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You act like you’ve been suffering without it.”
“I have,” he deadpanned. “That shirt and I have history.”
She smirked, stepping aside to let him in. “Well, I’d hate to come between a man and his wardrobe.”
The shirt was still folded neatly on the coffee table where he’d left it, but Nicholas ignored it for now, following her into the kitchen to crack open a drink together. The conversation was short, sweet—holding no illusions to the end of their last encounter.
Eventually they drifted back to the couch, and at her suggestion, queued up some ridiculous old action movie that was equal parts explosions and terrible dialogue.
It didn’t take long for the commentary to start.
“Did he just jump off a moving train onto another moving train?” Nicholas asked, half laughing, half horrified.
She nodded solemnly. “Physics doesn’t exist in this universe.”
“Apparently not. And why is he shirtless now? Where did his shirt go?”
She grinned. “Maybe you and him have the same problem.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Touché.”
One terrible plot twist later, they were both leaning into the back of the couch, laughing so hard she had to set her beer down. The easy comfort between them felt dangerously natural—like they’d done this a hundred times instead of twice.
Somewhere between the fake explosions and the overdramatic one-liners, Nicholas’s laughter softened. He looked at her for a beat too long, his smile shifting into something slower.
“You know,” he said, voice quieter now, “you make bad movies a lot more fun.”
Her pulse gave a little jump, but she played it off. “So, I’m just here for entertainment value?”
“Not just,” his eyes dropped briefly to her mouth before returning to hers.
The movie kept playing, but the air between them felt different now—warmer, heavier, like they’d both noticed something at the same time.
Nicholas set his beer aside, shifting a little closer until his knee brushed hers. “I’m gonna do something a little predictable,” he murmured.
She tilted her head, a slow smile pulling at her lips. “Oh? And what’s that?”
His hand slid to her jaw, fingers brushing her hair back, and then he leaned in, kissing her.
It wasn’t rushed. Just warm, steady. The kind of kiss that made the room feel smaller. The rest of the world muted behind the faint hum of the TV.
When he pulled back, his thumb was still tracing her jaw, she gave him a sly smile.
“That wasn’t too predictable.” She teased.
One corner of his mouth lifted, eyes darker now. “Good. I was thinking about doing something a little less predictable.”
“Like what?”
His gaze swept slowly over her, deliberate. “Like skipping the rest of this movie… and upgrading to the bed instead of the couch.”
Her laugh slipped out before she could stop it, a mix of surprise and delight. “You’re terrible.”
“Not the word most people use,” he murmured, his smile edging toward something dangerous.
She giggled again, leaning in to kiss him—and this time there was nothing slow about it. His hand slid into her hair, the other gripping her hip as she pressed closer, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.
After a moment or two, she stood, tugging him with her. He followed easily, his lips chasing after her skin as she led him down the short hallway toward her bedroom.
The door clicked softly shut behind them, and the warmth of the night before returned—only this time there was no hesitation, no moment where they pulled back to reconsider. Clothes were shed in between kisses, hands exploring familiar territory with the eagerness of something still new.
By the time they reached her bed, the playful banter from earlier was gone, replaced by the low sound of their breathing and the unspoken agreement that whatever this was, it wasn’t ending tonight.
The rush between them only slowed after they’d both fallen back against the sheets, skin warm, breaths uneven. (Y/N)’s head rested on his chest, his hand idly tracing patterns along her spine. The quiet wasn’t awkward this time—it felt easy, almost natural, like neither of them were in a hurry to end it.
Eventually, she felt him shift beneath her, pressing one last kiss to her hair before sitting up. She propped herself on her elbows as he reached for his clothes.
There was no sharpness to the moment like last time, no abrupt snapping shut of whatever had been between them—just a quiet understanding.
“I should head out,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head.
She nodded, managing a small smile. “Thanks for the movie upgrade.”
His grin was crooked as he bent to grab his jacket. “Anytime.”
She walked him to the door, lingering for a moment in the threshold before he stepped out into the hall. The click of the latch felt softer this time, less final.
She padded back toward her bedroom but detoured to the kitchen for a glass of water. That’s when she saw it—still folded neatly on the coffee table—his button-up shirt.
She shook her head, a laugh slipping out as she reached for her phone.
(Y/N)
You’re really bad at taking your shirt home with you
It didn’t take long for her to receive a response.
Nicholas
Or maybe i’m just good at leaving you with reasons to text me
Her fingers hovered before she typed back, butterflies fluttering despite herself.
(Y/N)
So this is part of your master plan?
Nicholas
If it keeps giving me excuses to see you again… yeah.
She set her phone down, staring at the shirt for a moment longer. She told herself it was still just fun.
But the warmth creeping up her neck told her she might be in trouble.
-
One week.
Seven whole days since Nicholas had left her apartment with that crooked smile, his shirt still folded on her coffee table. Seven days without a single word.
Not that he owed her one.
She kept reminding herself of that—no strings, just fun—the mantra she’d repeated in her head every time her phone buzzed with someone else’s name. He didn’t have to reach out. She didn’t need him to.
But the truth sat there, stubborn, in the pit of her stomach. She’d thought he would.
Ellie’s text about another party had been the perfect distraction. Noise, music, drinks—a chance to fill her head with something other than the quiet stretch of a week without him.
By the time she arrived, Ellie’s place was buzzing. The living room was full, the kitchen even more crowded, and a familiar mix of laughter and bad pop music floated through the air.
She wove through the guests, offering polite smiles, grabbing a drink from the counter, already feeling lighter—until her gaze snagged on the kitchen doorway.
Nicholas.
He looked maddeningly good in dark jeans and a worn grey t-shirt, hair a little messy, like he hadn’t planned to go out. She felt the familiar flutter in her chest before she could stop it.
Then she saw her.
A petite blonde stood beside him, laughing at something he’d just said, her hand curling easily around his forearm. She leaned in close—too close for someone who didn’t know him well enough—and Nicholas didn’t move away.
The butterflies in (Y/N)’s stomach went still, replaced by something sharper. She took a long sip from her drink, telling herself it didn’t matter. He wasn’t hers to be jealous over. If what she was feeling even was jealousy. Maybe it was just disappointment. Maybe she was secretly hoping for another quick hook-up after the party, and seeing him clearly pre-engaged meant if she wanted something tonight, she’d have to look elsewhere. Meant she’d have to work harder for it.
At least that’s what she told herself.
She tried to focus on Ellie, who was mid-story about some disastrous work meeting, but her attention kept drifting back towards the kitchen.
Nicholas was still there, still laughing at something the blonde said. His head tilted slightly, the way it did when he was listening closely, and she hated that she remembered the exact sound of his laugh from this distance.
She forced her eyes away—and that’s when she felt it.
The weight of his gaze.
It was subtle, almost cautious, but unmistakable. She glanced up, and sure enough, he was looking at her from across the room. His smile softened, losing that easy charm he’d worn with the girl at his side.
For a second, neither of them moved. The noise of the party blurred, her heartbeat thudding a little too hard in her ears.
Then the blonde leaned back in, murmuring something to him. His eyes flicked briefly in her direction—(Y/N) could’ve sworn it was a glance toward her—before he nodded at whatever the woman had said.
She took another slow sip of her drink, her expression carefully neutral. If he wanted to talk to her, he knew where to find her.
She turned her attention back to Ellie, pretending she didn’t feel that familiar electricity still humming between them—and pretending even harder that it didn’t sting to see him with someone else.
Somewhere between talking about Ellie’s coworkers at her intern job and briefly catching up with all of their mutuals that had arrived, the party seemed to turn to more of a chore than something to distract her. She told herself it must be getting late and she was just tired, but as she glanced at her watch, she realized: she hadn’t made it an hour.
She forced herself through two more rounds of drinks and one painfully long retelling of someone’s summer semester abroad before she decided she’d had enough. Whether she had any right to feel it or not, seeing Nicholas with another girl had gotten under her skin and was putting a damper on her party mood.
Better to leave, go home, and actually get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow. That’s what she told herself, anyway.
The air outside was cool compared to the press of bodies inside. She enjoyed the short walk from Ellie’s apartment to her own—the quiet. By the time she unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside, her shoulders had already started to unclench.
She had just kicked off her shoes when her phone buzzed.
Nicholas
Where’d you disappear to?
She stared at the screen, debating. Half of her was surprised he’d reached out. The other half angry that he hadn’t bothered to speak to her until after she left.
She could ignore it. Pretend she hadn’t seen him. Pretend she didn’t care.
But her thumbs had a mind of their own.
(Y/N)
Went home. Needed to make sure your shirt didn’t stay up past its bedtime.
The dots appeared almost instantly.
Nicholas
Should I come over and read it a bedtime story?
She froze, blinking at the screen, caught between rolling her eyes and feeling that all-too-familiar flutter in her stomach. It was classic Nicholas—casual, teasing—but something about the quickness of his reply, the ease in it, made her pulse tick up anyway.
Absolutely not, she quickly corrected the grin that was threatening to spread onto her face. She wasn’t going to feed into whatever game this was—especially with the way her pulse wouldn’t stop racing at seeing his name in her phone.
She tossed her phone onto the couch, headed for the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water. The quiet of her apartment was grounding, a good reminder she didn’t need to respond.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. She curled up on the couch with her cup, scrolling absently through her phone, trying to tell herself she was tired.
By minute fifteen, she’d almost convinced herself she’d won. And then her phone buzzed again.
Nicholas
If you don’t answer soon, I’m going to assume you’ve tucked my shirt in and read it to sleep yourself. Which would be tragic for both of us.
She bit back a laugh, shaking her head. He seemed to have a way of making it harder for her to stay distant.
(Y/N)
Pretty sure it can survive without you for a night. Figured you’d have other fun ways of spending your evening.
She hadn’t wanted to send that one, but couldn’t help it. Was it too obvious? Did it sound too petty?
Before she could overthink too much, his reply buzzed in her hand.
Nicholas
I did.
Her brows arched at the bluntness—almost offended. Until his next message came through.
Nicholas
Didn’t realize how much of my fun was standing across the room from me.
Her breath caught, just a fraction, and she reread it twice, like maybe she’d misinterpreted. But no—the words sat there, plain as anything, warm and charged in a way she hadn’t prepared herself for.
Her heart was suddenly thudding harder than it had at the party, and she hated how quickly he could do that to her—with just a few words on a screen.
She cursed herself for being so easily swooned by a guy she’d promised not to get attached to.
(Y/N)
I’m sure you’ve got plenty of shirts waiting on bedtime stories.
Nicholas
Maybe. But they’re all boring.
She smirked despite herself.
(Y/N)
Boring?
Nicholas
Yea. Off-the-rack. forgettable. Wouldn’t know a plot twist if it bit them.
It wasn’t exactly a compliment—at least not on the surface—but the implication was so clear her pulse skipped anyway.
Nicholas
That one’s my only designer label. Gotta take care of it.
Take care of it. Her mind forced her to repeat the words as her body reacted beyond her control. Why did he have to be so charming? Why did she have to be so charmed by him?
(Y/N)
Then maybe you should come make sure it’s being taken care of properly.
She hit send before she could second-guess it, setting the phone down on the couch beside her.
It wasn’t a direct “come over,” but it was close enough that if he wanted to, he’d be here. And deep down, she knew she’d be disappointed if he didn’t.
She half-expected the dots to appear right away. When they didn’t, she told herself it didn’t matter. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he was still at the party. Maybe he was still talking to the blonde girl.
Minutes passed. She finished her glass of water and tossed the empty glass into the sink as she tried to refrain from checking her phone.
By the ten-minute mark, the buzz of anticipation in her chest had faded into something flatter. By fifteen, she was telling herself it was better this way. No strings, no expectations, she reminded herself.
Still, the quiet stung more than she wanted to admit.
She was halfway to convincing herself to just go to bed when, twenty minutes after she’d sent the message, there was a knock at her door.
Her heart gave a sharp, traitorous kick.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess who would be on the other end at this hour.
When she opened it, he was leaning against the frame, hands in his jacket pockets, wearing that crooked-half smile she’d come to know too well.
“Came as soon as I could,” he said, his tone mock-serious. “Couldn’t stop worrying about how neglected it might be.”
“Neglected?” She arched a brow, crossing her arms. “It’s been living a life of luxury on my coffee table.”
He leaned in just slightly, his smile deepening. “Still. Thought I’d better check on it myself.”
She opened her mouth, ready with something slick to throw back at him—but Nicholas didn’t give her the chance.
His mouth found hers in an instant, warm and unyielding, his hands already at her waist as he walked her backward into the apartment. The door clicked shut behind him without either of them looking.
She felt the edge of the kitchen counter against her hips just as his grip tightened, lifting her effortlessly onto it. The kiss was different tonight—less measured, more hungry—his fingers digging into her hips, hers raking through his hair, pulling each other in as if they’d both been thinking about this all week.
She broke away just enough to breathe, her lips brushing his when she murmured, “Your date must’ve ditched you, then.”
Nicholas’s low chuckle sent a shiver through her. It was a darker sound this time, edged with something that made her pulse kick harder.
“Not a date,” he said, his voice quiet but deliberate. “Just a girl I’d hooked up with once a while back… begging for seconds.”
“Guess her and I aren’t so different.” She teased.
He shook his head, eyes locked on her lips, “pretty sure she and I are more akin, seeing as how you were going to ignore me before I persisted.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, relishing in whatever feeling he was stirring inside of her. “I just assumed you were… occupied.”
His eyes caught hers, steady and intent. “I wasn’t interested.”
The implication hit harder than she wanted it to—and before she could decide what to do with it, he kissed her again, deeper this time, like he meant to erase the thought of anyone else from either of their minds.
In an instant, his hands were everywhere—mapping her out as if he were relearning it after too long away—her waist, her thighs, the small of her back where his fingertips pressed just hard enough to make her gasp against his mouth.
She tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips as his kisses trailed down her neck and chest, more insistent now. It didn’t take long before the kitchen was forgotten entirely, the two of them tangled in her sheets, the world beyond her apartment slipping away.
They moved together in that same unspoken rhythm they’d found before—but tonight felt different. Less like casual indulgence, more like something neither of them had been able to shake since the last time.
When it was over, the room was thick with the scent of them and the low hum of the city below. (Y/N) lay on her side, her breathing still evening out, Nicholas stretched beside her with one arm tucked under his head.
Usually, this was when he’d start pulling his clothes back on, murmuring something about getting home. But tonight, he stayed where he was, their legs still tangled, his hand idly tracing the line of her hip.
She wanted to say something—anything to break the silence. But she half worried that if she broke the silence, she’d break the moment too. Although she’d never admit she wasn’t ready for him to leave, she knew it deep down. Knew she overcommitted when she’d suggested just fun.
Eventually, he sat up, pulling his shirt back on, but he didn’t rush. His eyes caught hers once more before he stood.
“See you around, designer.” He murmured, that same crooked smile in place.
She laughed quietly, watching him go, her fingers brushing over the spot on her hip where his had been.
And even as she heard the front door shut, the warmth of his linger stayed behind.
-
The sunlight creeping through her blinds was far too bright for how late she’d stayed up. She groaned, rolling over and tugging the blanket higher. The faintest trace of Nicholas’s cologne drifting under her sheets—a reminder she tried not to dwell on.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it, squinting at the screen.
Nicholas
Just checking in… did my shirt behave itself last night?
She smiled before she could stop herself, shaking her head at the never-ending joke. Her thumbs moved automatically.
(Y/N)
Perfectly. No curfew-breaking, no late-night parties. You’ll be proud
A moment later, his reply came through
Nicholas
Good. Would hate for my favorite to get into trouble when I’m not around.
It was harmless enough. Friendly. Playful.
But the way her heart fluttered at my favorite told her it wasn’t the fabric he was talking about—and that maybe, just maybe, the lines they’d drawn weren’t as straight as she thought.
She tossed the phone back onto the bed, lying there a little longer than she meant to, her lips still curved in a smile she’d never admit to.
-
The smell of fresh espresso and warm pastries wrapped around her the moment she stepped into the little corner coffee shop. She’d been craving her favorite latte all morning, the kind with just enough caffeine to make up for the restless night before. She was scanning the menu board—even though she already knew what she wanted—when she heard her name.
“(Y/N)!”
She turned, and there he was, standing a few feet behind her, that bright, easy smile spreading across his face.
She couldn’t help smiling back. “Wow, are you following me?” She jested.
He shrugged. “With nothing but pure intentions, of course.”
She nodded, “Uh-huh, or maybe this is your way of staying for breakfast.”
Nicholas’s grin deepened. “It’s not like that… until I buy your coffee.”
She raised a brow, “And what makes you think I’m letting you buy my coffee?”
“Because,” he said, stepping forward until he was beside her, “it’s the only way I can prove I’m a gentleman outside of your apartment.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips curved anyway. “Fine. But only because I want my latte more than I want to argue with you.”
“Win-win,” he said easily.
As they stood in line next to each other, all she could think about was how tall he was, how she could catch a whiff of his cologne when they moved forward, and how a part of her wished this was more than a chance encounter. What it would feel like if this were a planned date.
After they got their drinks, they took a small table by the window, the morning sunlight spilling in over the polished wood. Outside, the city was bustling, people hurrying past with the same bleary determination she’d had when she walked in.
Nicholas leaned back in his chair, cradling his coffee. “So, is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened last night?”
She sipped her drink, keeping her eyes down coyly. “Nope. This is the part where we pretend it’s perfectly normal to run into each other the next morning and have breakfast like we’re in some sort of Hallmark movie.”
He smirked. “Except the Hallmark version probably wouldn’t involve tequila shots, a stolen shirt… a kitchen counter.”
She nearly choked on her drink, laughing. “Okay, maybe not.”
They fell into an easy rhythm from there, swapping sarcastic observations about the people walking by outside, debating which pastry in the display case was actually worth, and comparing their worst-ever first dates.
“I can’t believe you actually got catfished.”
“Me, either!” He almost exclaimed. “Or the fact she tried to act like it was the ‘lighting,’ like, last time I checked, lighting doesn’t change the amount of teeth you have.”
“She had missing teeth?” Her brows rose.
“At least three.” He held his hands up, “And look, no judgment to her, but maybe don’t photoshop yourself to have things that simply don’t exist.”
She laughed. “I’ve never quite been catfished, but I did have a guy one time ask me—as soon as he sat down—if I would be having sex with him.”
Nicholas scoffed a laugh into his drink.
“I mean, at least he was upfront about what he wanted, I guess. But also, how am I supposed to know? That’s what the date is for. Convince me that you’re worth sleeping with.”
He shrugged, a thought playing behind his mind as if he weren’t sure he’d say it. “Is that what I did, at he bar?”
She met his eyes for a moment, pondering how to respond. “Technically, that wasn’t a date. You were supposed to be collecting your ‘stolen’ property.”
“Maybe not,” he said, looking down into his drink, “but if it was…,” his eyes flicked up to her, “it would’ve been a pretty good one.”
She held his gaze for a second longer, every bone in her body fighting the smile that wanted to spread on her lips.
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the flutter as she took another sip. For something they were both determined to call just fun, it felt dangerously easy to sit there with him—like this was something they’d done a hundred times before.
-
It had been two days since the coffee shop when (Y/N) caught herself smiling at her phone for no reason. She wasn’t even reading a text—just thinking about one of his stupid jokes from that morning.
She really needed to reel herself in.
This wasn’t supposed to be serious. It wasn’t supposed to be the kind of thing that made her check her phone a little too often, or made her feel lighter when she saw his name on the screen. He, himself, had told her he wasn’t ready for anything new. She wasn’t even sure if she was ready for something new.
All she did know was that the fluttering in her chest that happened when she was around him was getting harder and harder to brush off. The way his smile lingered in her mind. The way she could still feel the goosebumps that raised on her skin as she remembered what it felt like to be touched by him. And she knew that she was entering dangerous territory. Territory she’d been in once before that had ended in nothing but disappointment.
So when Nicholas texted her that Friday night—something casual, an opening for one of their usual back-and-forths—she set her phone face-down and didn’t respond. She didn’t respond the next morning, either.
For the first time since this started, she’d ignored him completely.
It wasn’t easy, but she told herself it was necessary. She needed the space. Maybe even a good distraction.
A week later, she was downtown with friends, leaning against the bar as she waited for her drink, when the air shifted. It wasn’t anything she could put her finger on—just the prickling awareness that someone was watching her.
She turned her head, and there he was.
Nicholas stood a few yards away, a beer in hand, talking to someone she didn’t recognize. But his attention wasn’t on them—it was on her.
Even across the noise and the crowd, the look in his eyes was clear, steady, and intent. Just a little unreadable.
It wasn’t a casual oh hey, fancy seeing you here look.
It was the kind of look that made her wonder if he’d noticed her absence just as much as she’d noticed his.
He said something quick to the person beside him, set his beer down, and started making his way through the crowd toward her.
She told herself to stay put, keep her expression neutral, but her pulse had other plans.
When he reached her, there was no mention of the week-long silence. No pointed questions. Just that same crooked grin.
“So…” he said, leaning an elbow on the bar beside her, “I assume my favorite shirt has been getting into plenty of trouble while I’ve been away?”
She huffed a laugh despite herself. “Depends on your definition of trouble.”
“I’m picturing late nights, bad influences, maybe a wild party or two.”
“Then yes,” she said dryly, “it’s been horribly corrupted.”
He chuckled, his gaze holding hers for a beat longer than necessary before he reached for the drink the bartender slid her way. He didn’t take it, just glanced at it like he was inspecting her order.
“Glad to hear it’s been living life to the fullest,” he said, straightening. “Wouldn’t want it gathering dust.”
And as he extended her drink to her, almost forcing her hand to graze his as she took it, they slipped back into the same playful exchange. The same undercurrent of something warmer that she’d been trying to step away from.
Nicholas gestured toward the bartender. “Put her next one on mine.”
She raised a brow. “You’re buying my drink now? We’re dangerously close to a repeat of the coffee shop.”
He smirked. “Careful, keep letting me buy you drinks and people will start to talk.”
The bartender slid her third drink over, and she took a sip, meeting his gaze over the rim. “Talk about what?”
“Me doting on you.” He said easily.
She almost choked, shaking her head. “Please, one coffee and one cocktail doesn’t count as doting.”
He leaned a little closer, just enough for her to catch the faint scent of his cologne under the hum of the bar. “Then maybe I’m just getting started.”
Her stomach did another one of those annoying flips. “Is that right?” She asked, trying her best to keep her tone light—not liking the hold he had on her.
“Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out,” he said, taking a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving hers.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t move away, and for a few moments they stood there in the noise and the press of the crowd, their conversation threaded with that same back-and-forth they’d fallen into from the start. Except now, it felt heavier somehow, like both of them were quietly aware that a week apart hadn’t cooled anything down.
After a breakup, she swore to start saying yes—whatever came next. Meeting Nicholas wasn’t part of the plan, but their easy connection and late-night conversations are hard to ignore. What starts as “just fun” soon feels like something neither of them expected.
friends-to-lovers, references to sex, drinking, swearing
wc 5,649
I - - II - - III - - IV
This year was going to be the year she said yes to things.
Yes to last-minute road trips.
Yes to overpriced cocktails.
Yes to staying out too late, even on work nights.
After a brutal end to four years with the guy she thought she’d settle down with, she was free. It had been messy in the way only long-term breakups could be: friends choosing sides, lingering trip photos she still hadn’t deleted, and the knowledge that someone once knew her inside and out and now wouldn’t even meet her eyes if they passed on the street.
But she’d made it out alive, heart still intact despite it all. Tonight was a celebration of that.
The music thumped low in her chest as she stepped into the crowded living room of Ellie’s apartment. Someone had dimmed the lights so the string of fairy lights and mismatched mood light strips made the room glow. The air smelled faintly of cheap beer and a mix of cologne and perfume.
She weaved through the clusters of people she half-knew, clutching a plastic cup of something dangerously pink.
Their eyes met. It was the quick kind of glance people usually exchange before looking away—except neither of them did.
She felt she might vaguely recognize him. His sharp, light colored eyes. Something about them drew her in immediately. Maybe it was those eyes, maybe it was his towering height. Or maybe it was just simply him.
Ellie swooped in before she could overthink it. “You two haven’t met, have you? (Y/N), this is Nicholas. Nicholas, (Y/N).”
He gave a small nod. “Hey.”
“Hi.” She offered him a smile, the kind she’d perfected for moments like this—friendly, unbothered.
Ellie, oblivious to her lingering stare, rambled on about Nicholas being in her psych class during their last semester of college. “And (Y/N),” her name pulled her from her clouded mind, “and I met during freshman orientation all those years ago.”
“Back when she still had me thinking she was a ‘quiet night-in’ kinda girl.” She teased.
Ellie shrugged, “What can I say, I like to keep my wild side on the down-low.”
They shared a small laugh before someone called her name from across the room, beckoning her over.
“So,” (Y/N) began as Ellie stepped away, “you look like you’re having the time of your life.
His mouth curved faintly. “Something like that. Trying to get back into the groove of these kinds of things.”
“How so?”
“Ellie insisted. She and some of our other friends have been trying to get me out more.” He paused, studying her for a moment. “You?”
“I’m celebrating being single for the first time in… ever, I guess.”
“Fresh breakup?”
She shrugged, a half-hearted smile playing at her lips. “Something like that.”
He gave a low chuckle, but there was something behind it. “We’ve got that in common.”
That caught her attention. “Fresh breakup for you, too?”
He didn’t look away, but there was a reserve in his voice now. “Engagement, actually. Called off a few months ago.”
“Oh,” she didn’t know whether to say sorry or congratulations, “she find out you were secretly a serial killer?”
That earned her a soft chuckle. “Nah, I think it just finally got to me that she practically forced me to propose.”
She leaned against the counter at his last line, trying to fully take in his words—wanting to ask him to elaborate but also not wanting to pry this stranger she’d just met.
“What about you?” He broke the short silence. “What happened with your situation?”
She laughed, more bitterly than she meant to. “We stopped being ‘us’ somewhere along the way. He wanted… a roommate? I think? We stopped feeling like a couple and more like just two people sharing an Amazon Prime account.”
Nicholas’s mouth quirked. “You mean the highlight of your day wasn’t watching the Kelce documentary?”
She snorted into her drink. “Not quite.”
He took a slow sip of his beer, eyes glinting. “I get it. I think I lost my flame, too. It was like nothing I ever did was enough, ya know? I think she had a specific vision of how she wanted her life to be, and I just… didn’t fit the bill.”
She pondered his words for a moment. “It’s probably for the best, then. For both of us. No one should settle for a love that doesn’t fit, right?”
He just nodded in agreement.
“And now here we are,” she said, gesturing between them, “two emotionally battered veterans of failed relationships, bonding over cheap alcohol.”
He grinned. “It’s poetic in a tragic sort of way.”
They stayed like that for a while, trading war stories and exaggerated impressions of their exes until (Y/N)’s cheeks hurt from laughing. Nicholas had a knack for finding the ridiculous angle in any memory, and she found herself telling him things she hadn’t even told Ellie yet—little moments from the breakup that were so stupid they were almost funny.
Eventually, the kitchen thinned out, the music dipped lower, and she realized they’d been standing there for nearly an hour.
When someone squeezed past, Nicholas stepped closer to let them through. It was just a fraction of a movement, but it brought him close enough for her to catch the faint scent of his cologne—something woodsy, understated.
“Guess we both needed a night like this,” he said quietly, almost like he was admitting it to himself.
She smiled at him, and for a moment, the room felt smaller, warmer. “Yea, I think we did.”
The party was still going strong, but (Y/N)’s drink was gone, and the warmth from the crowded apartment was starting to stick to her skin. She caught Nicholas’s eye and tipped her head toward the sliding glass door.
“Fresh air?” She asked.
He nodded like he’d been waiting for someone to suggest it.
The balcony was a small rectangle of concrete lined with potted plants, most of which were struggling in the winter air. A couple of folding chairs leaned against the railing, but neither of them bothered to sit.
The cold bit at her cheeks, sharp and clean after the stuffy warmth inside. Below, the city murmured—distant traffic, the occasional burst of laughter from someone on the street.
Nicholas rested his forearms on the railing, “So,” he said, “do you have a grand plan for this newly single chapter of your life?”
She smirked. “Grand plan is a bit generous. I’m just trying to remember who I am without someone else’s schedule distracting mine. And maybe finally learn how to make a good pot roast.”
He laughed quietly. “That’s ambitious. I might be a step ahead of you—I already make a mean roast.”
She offered a small laugh. “And what about you? What’s your grand plan?”
He pondered for a short moment. “My goal is to avoid relationship landmines.”
She tilted her head. “Like what?”
“Like ignoring every well-meaning friend who thinks setting me up will ‘help me move on.’ Or the voice in my head that says, ‘Hey, you’ve been single long enough, maybe jump into something again.’”
She tapped her fingers against the railing. “So basically, you’re planning to not plan?”
“That’s the idea.” He gave her a sideways glance. “You?”
“Same. I think. I just want to… enjoy things. Nights like this. Meeting people without wondering if they’re a good match for the next fifty years.”
A wisp of condensation curled in the air between them as they both exhaled at the same time.
“Sounds good,” he said finally, voice warm despite the chill. “Just… enjoy things.”
They didn’t promise to see each other again, but neither seemed in a hurry to go back inside. For a while, they stood in the quiet, sharing the kind of easy silence that only happened when two strangers stumbled on the rare comfort of not having to pretend.
-
If (Y/N) had learned anything in the last month, it was that saying yes to everything had its risks.
Like ending up in a too-loud bar with Ellie and a handful of Ellie’s coworkers she barely knew, clutching a drink that cost more than her favorite fast-food order. The music thumped hard enough to make her ribs feel it, and the place smelled like citrus, perfume, and the faint tang of spilled beer.
She’d just edged her way toward the counter to order another when someone stepped into her path—and straight into her drink.
Cold liquid splashed across the front of her blouse.
“Ah, come on!” she blurted, looking down at the spreading stain, cursing herself for wearing her brand-new top into a place like this.
“Damn, I’m so—,” the voice stopped short. “(Y/N?)”
Her head snapped up. Standing in front of her was Nicholas, eyes wide, half-empty glass still in hand.
For a beat, her annoyance faltered. “Nicholas?”
“I—wow, sorry.” He glanced down at her blouse, wincing. “Guess I’m making a great second impression.”
She huffed a laugh despite herself. “You could’ve just said hello like a normal person.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” His face tilted in a half-smile before he shrugged out of the button-up shirt he wore over a plain white tee. “Here. Until you can rinse that out.”
She hesitated, but the sight of the deepening strain made her accept it. “Thanks.” She slipped it on—it hung loose on her, the sleeves swallowing her hands, and the fabric still warm from him wearing it.
“You wear it better,” he said lightly, leaning against the bar as though this were the most natural thing in the world.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “So what are you doing here?”
He took a sip from his glass. “My friend’s band is playing tonight. I try to show up when they’re in town.”
“That’s… actually really cool.” She glanced over to the small stage area that was tucked in the corner. “Which one’s your friend?”
“The guy on bass with the world’s most aggressive hair.”
He was the easiest one to spot. “Impressive.”
He grinned. “Everyone says so. I swear you could supply another whole head of hair with how much he’s got.”
“Maybe even two or three.” She quipped.
And just like that, the conversation slid into something easy. They traded quick observations about the crowd, joked about the terrible drink names on the chalkboard, and shouted half their sentences over the music without it feeling forced. Every time she thought the moment might run out of steam, something he said tugged a laugh out of her, and he seemed just as at ease in her company.
She’d almost forgotten the damp chill of her blouse underneath his shirt.
Nicholas glanced at her empty glass. “Want another? My treat this time. Promise I won’t spill it on you.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I can take that risk.”
The band launched into something faster as their second drinks arrived, the bass rattling the stools at the bar. Nicholas leaned closer so she could hear him over the music, and she found herself leaning in too, their shoulders brushing every so often.
They traded stories between sips—his about growing up in a small market town, hers about a disastrous college road trip Ellie had forced her into—until the space between them felt less like coincidence and more like it had always been there, waiting too close.
She was halfway through her third drink when Ellie appeared like a whirlwind, eyes bright and cheeks flushed from dancing. “Shots,” she announced, as if she were delivering the word of God.
Nicholas laughed, “I think (Y/N)’s got her hands full,” he said, gesturing to her half-full glass.
She arched a brow at him. “Think I can’t handle a shot?”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t say that. Just trying to be a gentleman.”
“Then you’ll do one with me.” She challenged.
Ellie didn’t give them time to argue. Moments later, three shot glasses clinked down on the bar—clear liquid with a lime wedge balanced on each rim.
They all threw them back together. (Y/N) hissed at the burn, chasing it with a quick bite of lime, and Nicholas smirked, like he’d been expecting that reaction.
The warmth spread quickly, wrapping around her like a second skin. She caught herself watching him more openly now—the way the low light caught in his eyes, how his smile seemed a little slower, a little softer when it was just for her.
Her thoughts drifted before she could stop them. How easy it would be to lean in closer. How his mouth might taste now, tinged with tequila. How warm his hand might feel at her hip if she let him touch her.
She studied him while he was talking about something—a story about his friend onstage—but all she could think was God, he’s attractive. Not just the face or the smile, but the way he carried himself, the unshakeable aura that seemed to draw her in without him even trying.
Would he let her take it further?
Her lips curved, almost involuntarily, and when his gaze caught hers mid-story, it lingered a little too long. His own smile tilted, like maybe he was thinking something similar.
The bar noise faded for a moment, the music a distant hum under the weight of their unspoken thoughts.
Then Ellie clapped her hands while emphasizing some point she was making, breaking the spell, and (Y/N) laughed—but the thought stayed, warm and insistent, in the back of her mind.
By the time the band wrapped their last song, the crowd had thinned, the air in the bar heavy with the scent of spilled drinks and the tang of sweat from too many bodies in such close proximity. Ellie had disappeared into the throng again, leaving (Y/N) with Nicholas and the remnants of her fifth cocktail.
He glanced at her glass, then at the door. “You ready to call it?”
She swirled the melting ice. “Are you kicking me out of my own night of fun?”
His mouth tugged in that crooked half-smile. “No. I’m offering to make sure you get home without tripping over your own feet.”
She laughed, sliding off the stool. “I can walk in a straight line just fine, thank you.”
“Uh-huh.” He rose with her, the casual way he rested his hand against the small of her back making her acutely aware of how warm he felt, even through the borrowed shirt.
The chill outside hit them like a clean slate. The street was quieter than she expected, the distant sound of a car engine humming through the night.
“You didn’t have to walk me out,” she said, though her tone lacked protest.
“I wanted to,” he glanced at her, eyes catching in the glow of a streetlamp. “Besides, someone had to make sure you don’t start challenging strangers to shot contests.”
She smirked, “Only if they look like they can handle it.”
His gaze lingered on her for a moment too long, amusement and something warmer threading together. “Think I handled myself alright?”
The tequila made her bolder, her words softer. “You might’ve impressed me a little.”
“Just a little?”
She tilted her head, letting the smile play on her lips. “Don’t push your luck.”
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. The air between them seemed to hum, the distant buzz of the bar fading into the background. He didn’t reach for her, and she didn’t step closer—but the weight of the possibility hung there, thick and tempting.
Finally, he nodded toward the corner. “Which way’s home?”
She pointed, and they fell into step side by side, their shoulders brushing once, twice. Each time, it felt deliberate.
When they reached the crosswalk, he stopped. “Guess this is where I leave you.”
She looked up at him, the night air cooling her cheeks. “Guess so.”
“Try not to get into trouble.”
“No promises.”
He gave her one last look, a flicker of a smile, and turned to go. But the warmth of him—his voice, his laugh, that steady presence—lingered all the way home.
-
The first thing she noticed when she woke was that her mouth felt like cotton. The second was that she was wrapped up in a long-sleeved button-up, which she almost didn’t remember for a moment.
She blinked at the fabric hanging off her shoulders, the sleeves falling past her hands. It took her foggy brain a moment to place it, and when she did, a slow smile crept onto her lips.
Nicholas.
Memories from the bar slid back in patches—his laugh over the music, the way his shoulder brushed hers as they leaned against the bar, the heat in his eyes when she teased him outside. She’d meant to give the shirt back before she left, but in the rush of saying goodbye, she hadn’t.
Now it sat on her like a quiet secret.
She pushed the thoughts aside for just a few moments as she undressed. A warm shower, a big cup of coffee, and half a bagel later, she was thinking about it again. Seeing it tossed over the edge of her laundry basket made something click in her—what if this was her excuse to see him again?
She set her mug down, the faintest hum of anticipation.
(Y/N)
I need you to send me Nicholas’s phone number.
Please
Ellie
Ooh so I take it you guys hit it off last night? 😏
(Y/N)
Potentially. I accidentally stole his shirt, need to give it back to him
Ellie
Uh-huh
“accidentally”
(Y/N)
don’t be a tease ellie, send the number
She sat cross-legged on the bed with her phone in hand, Nicholas’s shirt draped over her lap as her motivation. It had been so long since she’d done something like this. Did she even really know how to flirt? How to entice a man? She turned the shirt over once, smoothing the fabric, before copying the number Ellie had finally sent her.
(Y/N)
hey! it’s (y/n), got your number from ellie
She stared at it, wondering if she should add hope you don’t mind so he wouldn’t think she was a total creep. Before she could, the little dots appeared.
Nicholas
Bold move. Most people at least pretend they didn’t have to track me down.
She smiled, leaning back against the pillows.
(Y/N)
What can I say, I’m an honest gal. also, you left something behind.
Nicholas
Pretty sure you kidnapped it
(Y/N)
Fair. But unless you have a habit of letting your clothes walk off without you, I figured you might want it back
Nicholas
I do want it back. Question is… how much trouble do I want to go to for it?
Her fingers hesitated over the screen, trying to read between the lines. Was he trying to tempt her into making the first move? Did she want to? Or did she want him to take the leap? To be fair, she’d gotten his number. Albeit, secondhand—but nonetheless.
(Y/N)
Surely a drink isn’t too much of a burden for something you treasure so deeply. After all, it is from H&M
Nicholas
Idk, a drink sounds like a lot of pressure
(Y/N)
Oh right, I forgot, you have a bad habit of ruining shirts with drinks. Maybe it is safer in my care
Nicholas
You spill one drink on someone and you never live it down
(Y/N)
You pick the place
Nicholas
Deal. I promise to keep the alcohol and cotton separate this time.
She set her phone aside, heart doing that stupid thing it did when she let herself get too excited.
It was just a drink. Just returning a shirt.
At least, that’s what she told herself.
-
The bar he’d picked was quieter than the one where they’d last seen each other—dim lighting, worn leather booths, and the low hum of conversation instead of a pounding bass line.
Nicholas was already there when she walked in, leaning casually against the bar with a glass in hand. He turned just as she approached, that slow, easy smile spread across his face.
“Guess you do know how to pick a place,” she quipped as she sat down. “I come bearing gifts.” She added as she pulled the folded shirt out of her tote bag—holding it out for him.
“Is it a gift if it’s technically stolen property?”
“Technically, you gave it to me… this was an accidental… acquisition.”
“Uh-huh,” he set his glass down. “You couldn’t at least wrap it? So it felt more like a gift?”
“Lower your expectations, Nicholas.”
His grin deepened, and she realized it was dangerously easy to just stay in this. To let the conversation drift, let her shoulders relax, and forget they were strangers a few weeks ago.
They ordered drinks, and the talk came effortlessly. They traded more breakup stories, this time with a little more humor than sting, until they were both laughing so hard she had to wipe at her eyes.
“Wait, so she actually unarchived pictures of her ex-boyfriend on her Instagram after you two got into a fight over dishes?”
He shrugged, his teeth flashing as he let out a laugh, “I mean, I guess he was the best dishwasher in Hampshire and I just couldn’t compare.”
She tsked, “at least you’re aware of your weaknesses.”
There was a small pause as they both let their laughter carry the sound between them.
“You know,” he began, “you’re a lot easier to talk to than most people I’ve known for years.”
She tilted her head, “That’s either a compliment or a warning sign.”
“Definitely a compliment.” His eyes caught hers in the low light, and for a beat too long, neither of them looked away.
She took a slow sip of her drink, pulse ticking up, as she looked away, trying to break the tension that was threatening to form between them. “Dangerous thing to say to a girl wearing your shirt just last night.”
He chuckled, low and warm. “Looked better on you anyways.”
The words lingered between them, heavier than the teasing tone he tried to give them.
She broke the silence with a light laugh. “Careful, you keep talking like that and people might think you’re flirting with me.”
“Maybe I am.”
The admission came without hesitation, and it sent a small thrill down her spine. She opened her mouth to reply—but the bartender slid another round in front of them, breaking the spell.
She smiled to herself, deciding not to answer just yet—let him wonder.
After an hour or so, they nursed their last drinks until the low murmur of the bar grew even softer, chairs starting to scrape across the floor as people trickled out. Nicholas glanced at his watch and slid the nearly-empty glass away.
“Guess we should call it,” he said, his voice warm but casual—too casual for how much she didn’t want this to end.
The words hit her with an unexpected weight. Call it. She didn’t like how final that sounded.
He stood, reaching for his coat and his still neatly folded shirt, and she found herself suddenly restless, fingers drumming lightly against her glass.
They stepped outside, the cold night air stealing some of the lingering warmth from her skin. He shoved his hands into his pockets, that easy smile still there but edged with goodbye.
And she realized she hated that word.
Before she could think about it too much, she blurted, “Do you… want to have another drink? At my place?”
Nicholas stilled, brows furrowing slightly like he was making sure he’d heard her right. “Now?”
“Unless you’ve got somewhere to be.” She tried to keep her tone light, as if it was nothing, but the little flutter in her chest betrayed her mind.
His mouth curved slowly, deliberately. “You always make offers like that last minute?”
“Only when I’m not ready for the night to be over.”
Something in his expression shifted—still easy, still teasing, but sharper now, more intent. “Alright,” he said finally. “Lead the way.”
She smiled, turning toward the street, the faint sound of his footsteps falling into rhythm beside hers. The goodbye she’d been dreading was gone, replaced by the quiet hum of possibility stretching into the night.
Her apartment was warm in a way the bar hadn’t been—dim lamps, the faint smell of coffee from that morning still clinging to the air. Nicholas stood just inside the door, glancing around like he was quietly cataloging the space.
“This place feels like you.”
She slipped off her coat. “Thanks? Unless that’s your polite way of saying it’s cluttered.”
“In a good way,” he assured.
She poured them each a drink—nothing fancy, just two glasses of some cheap wine she had lingering in her fridge. As he sat on the couch, tossing the shirt onto her coffee table, she made her way over to her record player. Flipping through her small collection of vinyls, she settled on one that was just cheery enough to not be sleepy, but also not too lively for the intimate setting.
“Hope you like Tom Misch.” She quipped as she slid it from its sleeve and set it on the turntable. The needle dropped with a faint crackle, and then the warm, familiar sound filled the room.
Nicholas was sitting, one arm leaning across the back of the couch while the other held his wine glass up to his lips as he watched her without hurry as she swayed a little to the beat.
“Is this your way of showing off your impeccable taste?” he asked.
“Obviously,” she said, spinning slowly. “And probably also just the alcohol.”
His grin deepened, and he placed his glass down on the side table next to him. But his eyes followed her every step.
Normally, she’d get nervous under such a stare, but the look he gave her wasn’t the polite sort of attention people gave at parties. It was focused, lingering, like he was letting himself take her in without apology.
And something about that—about him there, in her space, his shirt still folded neatly on the coffee table between them, the steady pull of his gaze—sent a rush of warmth through her that had nothing to do with the wine.
She crossed the room before she’d even decided to, the music thrumming in her chest. He tilted his head slightly, as if to ask what she was doing—but she didn’t give him the chance.
Bending down, her free hand braced on the back of the couch, and she kissed him.
It was instinctive, unplanned—her mouth finding his. Tasting faintly of whisky and something warmer. For half a heartbeat, he didn’t move, and she wondered if she’d just made a mistake—then his lips curved against hers, and his hand came up to rest lightly against where her jawline met her neck.
When she finally drew back, breath ever so slightly uneven, he was still looking at her like the rest of the night had just shifted.
“Was that the alcohol,” he asked softly, “or you?”
She smiled, slow and deliberate. “Maybe both.”
Nicholas didn’t immediately kiss her back this time. His hand remained in the crook of her neck, warm and steady, but his brows drew in just slightly, like a thought had caught between them.
“(Y/N)…,” his voice was quiet, almost careful, “I just got out of something really messy. I don’t know if I’m quite ready to… try again.”
She searched his face, seeing the truth of it there—that slight wariness under all his charm, the part of him still half-braced for the next hit.
Her lips curved, but it wasn’t in mockery—it was easy, reassuring. “You don’t have to be.”
His expression changed slightly in question.
“We can keep it casual,” she said, her tone light, teasing almost. “No strings, just fun.”
His mouth quirked like he didn’t quite believe how simple she made it sound. For a moment, he seemed to weigh it—then his gaze dipped to her lips.
“Just fun?” He asked, voice low.
She nodded once, slowly. “Just fun.”
And then his hand slid a little higher, meeting her jaw as he pulled her closer and pressed his mouth to hers again.
This kiss was different—deliberate, no hesitation, the kind that made her forget the music was still playing. His other hand came up to her waist, thumb brushing gently like it belonged there, and she let herself melt into it, her earlier promise ringing faintly in her mind.
No strings.
Just fun.
He deepened the kiss, his grip on her tightening like he didn’t want to let go. She shifted without thinking, sliding over his lap as his hands pulled her in closer.
His breath caught softly against her mouth, his hands were quick to roam, the one at her waist moving lower as the other slid up into her hair, fingers curling there like he’d been wanting to touch her all night.
Her own hands fisted in the open edges of his jacket, tugging him closer until there was barely a breath of space between them. The warmth of him bled through her clothes, and the scent of his cologne—woodsy, clean, intoxicating—wrapped around her in a way that made it hard to think.
He kissed her like he was trying to memorize the shape of her mouth, his palms roaming from her back to her hips, pulling her tighter against him. She felt the faint drag of his fingertips through the thin fabric of her shirt, the kind of touch that sent a shiver racing down her spine.
The record spun on, crackling softly in the background as the couch became too small for them—neither seeming to mind. His jacket slid off his shoulders, her shirt followed soon after, and the rest blurred into a warm, unhurried tangle of hands, mouths, and whispered encouragements.
There was no rush. No frantic scramble like she might’ve expected. Just steady heat building between them, each kiss pulling them deeper into something neither had planned but neither wanted to stop.
It had been a while since she’d been with someone who made her body react the way he did. Her breath hitched at every new touch, back arched from the sensation, eyes rolled back in pure bliss.
She didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want to know what it felt like to miss his touch, the trail of fire it left as it slowly roamed her body. The way the hairs on the back of her neck stood in attention as his teeth grazed her sweet spots.
By the time they finally fell back against the couch cushions, skin damp and breathing uneven, the record had long since reached its end, leaving only the quiet hum of the turntable in the air.
Nicholas’s arm stayed draped around her, his thumb tracing lazy patterns along her side. She didn’t move, didn’t want to break the spell, even if she’d promised it was nothing more than fun.
She knew better than to name it anything else—but the way his hand lingered at her waist told her he might not be quite ready to let go of her either. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers.
Neither of them spoke, but the silence wasn’t empty. It was heavy in a way that made her pulse trip—not from the kiss, not from the heat between them, but from the way he was looking down at her now. Like he was seeing more than she meant to show.
She smoothed a hand along his jaw, her thumb brushing the stubble there. He caught her wrist lightly, not to stop her, just holding it in place, his eyes still locked on hers.
For a moment, it felt like they were standing on a ledge together, one step away from something neither of them had planned.
And then, almost at the same time, they both blinked, the spell breaking.
Nicholas cleared his throat, the sound low. “I should… probably get home.”
She sat back, nodding. “Yeah, of course.”
He reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head with practiced ease, then found the remainder of his clothes as she watched him move—almost too quickly. Each movement seemed to create space between them, until it was as if the last hour had been packed away neatly.
She pulled her couch throw blanket over her body securely, suddenly fully aware that she was still naked as he threw his jacket on.
“Thanks for the drink,” he said, voice much lighter from the breathy whispers she’d been hearing, casual again.
“Anytime,” she replied, matching his tone.
He gave her one last glance, then left—almost as quickly as he’d arrived.
Once the door clicked behind him, she finally let herself get up to find her own clothes.
Just fun.
But she’d never experienced just fun that lingered even now that the other party was gone. She hated how his touch was imprinted in her brain, writing it off as just excitement for finally having a night that was worth her time. Having a lover who actually prioritized her enjoyment as much as their own.
She padded into her bedroom, swapping her clothes for a loose shirt and pulling her hair up before crawling into bed. She let the memories of the way he looked at her lull her toward sleep, trying to ignore the pull she felt in her chest.
"I dont care how many names you've screamed in the past; tonight, you're screaming mine."
Tags/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Fuckgirl?Reader, Angst, Misunderstandings, Friends/Enemies to lovers, Very suggestive, adult, hurt and comfort, smut, did I mention angst? It's worth it in the end tho promise
summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
✧ genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
✧ 16.9k words
warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr 😩. princess treatment. beware oc’s ex is taehyung and he’s not great. slow burn. smut—riding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. — jk’s friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyone’s an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once he’s not a fighter, he’s just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasn’t looking — eliza, love between — kali uchis, blue — billie eilish, salvatore— lana del rey, I wanna be yours — arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out 💀
Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail you’ve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. That’s what you’ve always thought anyway.
“Any Macallan? I'll have a glass,” You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
He’s asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
“We’ve got Buchannan’s,” You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of town—clearly not a place of luxury.
“I’ll take it,” He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didn’t want to talk right now and they’d want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didn’t think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night they’d return to wherever they’re from and never look back.
“You drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?”
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He’s one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
“I’m sorry?” The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like he’d just gotten off work.
“Or is it to impress?”
“Impress who?” A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You weren’t even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: it’s about us
What?
“Y/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your type—“
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someone’s tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
“Another beer?” You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at you—including the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
“What is your name anyway? I’ve never seen you here before,” The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
“Jeon Jungkook,” He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? 🎾
jungkook: I couldn’t think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and where’d u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. You’ve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, “If you need to make a call just go, I’ll take over for now.”
His friend asked the question he’s been trying to ask himself all night. How’d he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and… you?
“Is he always like this?” Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, “Yeah but he’s harmless, a little annoying but funny.”
jungkook: some bar but I’m leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell you’re pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
“Can I close my tab?” He asked as he fished for his wallet.
“No problem, remind me the name,” Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and he’ll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, “Jeon Jungkook.”
jungkook: it’s boring
The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. That’s why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place he’d gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drink—no matter how bad it is. He wouldn’t have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
“Have you decided who your date will be?”
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. It’s all he’s heard about for the past month and he doesn’t think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. He’s sure he can call up whatever woman he’d taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find… good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
“Have you?” Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
“Obviously,” Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. “Will she be as embarrassing as the one last time?”
“I hope not, last year’s date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,” He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage room—even a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. “Do you know how hard that is when your father’s the CFO of the company I work for?!”
“I couldn’t imagine the difficulty of that,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespected—especially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
“I’ve got dinner with the girl tonight, she’s been telling me about this friend who’s been dying to meet you,” Hoseok said with raised brows, “She’s pretty hot.”
“Who? The girl or her friend?” Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar he’d visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didn’t expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You must’ve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
“Both,” Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, “I’ll think about it.”
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, there’s always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead it’s used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldn’t have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, “Hello?”
“Great, you’re alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,” Your friend said immediately once the call connected, “Are you off!”
“Yeah, until tonight,” You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
“Is Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?” Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldn’t see it.
“It’s alright, he’s not home anyway,” You said to her with a sigh, “I live there too and if he’s going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.”
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course it’s not the first time you and your ‘boyfriend—ex boyfriend—boyfriend’ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
“Alright, well I’ll talk to you later, maybe I’ll stop by the bar and catch up,” Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend won’t be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comforting—even with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
“I see they didn’t scare you off,” You said once you spotted him alone. There’s not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, “Not yet.”
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. He’s going to be honest… he couldn’t help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldn’t tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed you’d be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
“Am I that forgettable?” Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talking—to you.
“No, he’s just a Drunk,” You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldn’t help but be entertained by it.
“I asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we can’t afford it for just one person, so you’re out of luck if you start stopping by more often,” You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
“I’ll have to bring you some then,” Jungkook sat up straighter, “Give you a little taste.”
“I’m not into whiskey,” You gave him a small shrug, “I prefer the drinks where I can’t taste the alcohol.”
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, “Y/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.”
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didn’t mind the lack of enthusiasm. There’s something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
“Y/n.”
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
“So how many nights do you spend working here?” He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place you’ve been behind the counter with a blasè look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
“Practically all of them,” You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesn’t care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
“So what happened the other night?” He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldn’t read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
“Nothing too concerning,” You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know about—especially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because it’s better than sleeping outside.
“And here I was hoping for a story time,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
“If you start visiting more regularly maybe I’ll fill you in,” You said half-heartedly.
You’ve always thought—hoped—that home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesn’t give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home you’d avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when he’s gone you’re worried about the time he’d get home.
You weren’t scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point it’s embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now you’re paying for it.
“Are you going to work?” He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
“No,” You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks you’ll forgive him soon. He’s been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you weren’t listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
“What are you gonna do then?”
What he really meant was, “Where were you going and who with?”
“Nothing,” you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didn’t need to know your whereabouts. For once you weren’t going to be at work and although you didn’t have big plans for your free night, you weren’t going to tell him or worse—spend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friend’s place, filling her in on what’s been exciting or lack thereof.
“Not to feed the delusions but what if he’s stopping to see you?” Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkook—the irregular-regular who’s begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although they’re always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. He’s not like the usual guys who go there for a drink—or anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if he’s catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
It’s too unbelievable,” You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, “He probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I don’t know.”
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, “Either way I’m done with men, they’re all shitty.”
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You haven’t told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but it’s enough for you to know it would never happen.
You’re not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour he’s had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didn’t seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
“I’m happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,” She said as she picked at her salad, “I know you’re very busy.”
“I’m pleased too,” Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasn’t interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but he’s not sure what is but there’s something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back… seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldn’t wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that he’d see her again, but he couldn’t think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and he’s well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. He’s not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something that’ll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. He’d left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar he’s been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever he’s gone to the bar you’ve been working at and tonight he decided not to go… bummed that he wouldn’t see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldn’t get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, you’re walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. It’s like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasn’t going the bar after all didn’t mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadn’t yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasn’t until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you don’t know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didn’t like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
“No work tonight?”
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, “Not tonight, Is that where you’re headed now?”
“Originally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldn’t have been there,” Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, “I’m assuming you live around here?”
“I wouldn’t be working here if I didn’t,” You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldn’t look strange approaching you, “Do you live around here too?”
“No, I uh, I’m kind of far actually,” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “But, I was doing some work over here.”
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldn’t have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldn’t end yet but he doesn’t know how to make it go on. Usually he’s able to tell what he should say to get someone’s attention on him for longer but he doesn’t know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, don’t decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, “When do you work next?”
“Why? So you’ll visit me?” You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldn’t rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, “Do you need to take that?”
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, “It's no one important.”
“So you’re not seeing anyone?” Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, “Or would you like to see me this weekend—or when you’re free— over drinks?”
You didn’t say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, it’s been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit… but at the same time…
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldn’t wrap your mind around anything else.
“I’m free this upcoming Sunday.”
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
“I could meet you halfway,” Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he can’t imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe he’s not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
“It’s fine, I’ll be down in a second,” You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
“I’ll be back late so don’t wait up,” You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
“Since when do you dress like that?” Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
“Since I stopped being with you,” You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkook’s part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didn’t want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didn’t want him to drive all the way here if you’d most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. You’ve seen Jungkook’s dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. He’s got money while you’ve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
“Well don’t you look stunning,” Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passenger’s side.
“Were you waiting long?” You asked when he got into the driver’s side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
“A l-little,” Jungkook couldn’t help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, “But it’s my fault for being impatient. Next time I’ll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.”
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasn’t just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
“Next time?” You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, “Don’t make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.”
“I always keep my promises,” Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldn’t be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didn’t have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didn’t care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
“Ready?” Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didn’t seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didn’t stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, “Do you like this place?”
“I have never been here before,” Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, “I’ll give you an answer after dinner.”
“You’ll decide once you’ve gotten food?” You asked playfully but he just shook his head. “I’ll decide when you do.”
You weren’t sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didn’t think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didn’t think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes you’d catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now you’re not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you weren’t sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldn’t find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
“So, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?” Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestly…you thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
“Hm, I don’t know,” You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, “Well I would want someone honest… and loyal bu—“
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men you’ve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, “I don’t know.”
“That’s it? Shouldn’t that be expected?” Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didn’t even think he wanted to date—considering how bored he was when the Jimin set him on—but here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
“Alright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,” You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didn’t hesitate.
“I want someone I can relax around?” Jungkook was honest, “Someone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.”
“How do you decide who that person is?” You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, “I don’t know. I just feel it.”
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
“I hope you don’t mind but I got you something,” Jungkook said once he was seated, “I wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.”
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, “Oh you didn’t have to—“
“I wanted to,” Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, “Think of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.”
“It’s nice but… isn’t it too much?” You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, “I don't know what to say, thank you?”
“Don’t think about it, I just… I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,” Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you don’t think he’s stingy with money or anything. He’ll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Do you need help getting it on?”
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You don’t mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didn’t go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didn’t pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, “Pretty.”
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. It’s not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. You’ve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
“You can just park right here,” You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Thanks for everything, seriously,” You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, “Are you sure about the gift?”
“I don’t accept gifts back,” Jungkook laughed softly, “Besides, it looks better on you than it would me. I’m showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.”
“Good, I like talking to you too,” you smiled warmly and he couldn’t help but mirror it.
“So when can we go out again? What’s your schedule like this week?” Jungkook asked hopefully.
“So you’ll visit me or take me out?” You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
“Both, perhaps?” He asked.
Now, you don’t usually do anything on the first date. There was a big ‘If’ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you could’ve imagined. It doesn’t make sense why he’s single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
“I should go inside,” You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, “I’ll call you.”
It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person he’s been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl he’s met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
“So how far did you guys go?” Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, “Or were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?”
“We kissed,” Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, “I’m taking it slow as of now.”
“Why’s that? The gala is not too far, shouldn’t you be focused on who is attending with you?” Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
“Y/n seems very different from me and I just don’t want to scare her off just yet,” Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasn’t a problem to him. He was more worried if you’d manage in his life with the people he’s close to. It’s something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason he’s already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
“Holy shit, that’s like a thousand bucks,” Yeaun looked over the bracelet, “And he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?”
“I guess,” You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and you’ve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friend’s been here ‘studying’ for over an hour but she’s been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
“Does he know about Taehyung?” Yoongi asked curiously.
“No, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,” You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, “Besides, who knows how long this will last.”
“Have you talked since then?” Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
“A little, yeah. He works at a bank so he’s got long hours at the office so I don’t really expect him to reach out to me much,” You told them honestly, “And who knows, it might’ve just been a one time thing.”
You shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal but part of you wondered if he’d reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
“Ugh, but he sounds like a dream—a dream with money,” Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, “Alright, I’ve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.”
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, “I like the guy, he always tips well.”
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, “You really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.”
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, “Sorry, I’m not used to waiting. What are you doing then?”
“I’m on the bus, a couple stops away from home,” You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, “What time do you want to meet for dinner?”
“Now?” Jungkook asked, “I’m not too far from your place, I’ll wait—or better yet what’s the next stop and I’ll meet you.”
Jungkook’s Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident you’ve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
“If you had given me a little more time I would’ve gotten dressed up for you,” You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
“But I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, “So where’s the restaurant you were talking about?”
Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but that’s how it’s supposed to feel. You’re not supposed to jump into anything so fast…
Yes, you’ve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet it’s usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
“Can I come over instead?” He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that you’re closing he knows there’s a chance the night would come to an end soon and it’s the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFO—his father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasn’t interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesn’t know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers they’d laugh in surprise. He wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty and that’s exactly what he’s doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. There’s a chance he wouldn’t come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you weren’t cruel. Jungkook wasn’t walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you weren’t totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasn’t so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, “Sorry, my roommate’s here.”
“It’s fine,” Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, “How do you know him again?”
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
“Do you want me to be honest?” You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
“He’s my ex boyfriend. There’s still over six months on our lease but we’ve been broken up for… I think as long as I’ve known you now. We’re stuck living together until the lease is up,” You confessed in a single breath, “He sleeps on the couch now.”
“Your ex boyfriend?” Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didn’t he just move out or why didn’t you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
“Yeah but don’t worry, we don’t talk at all,” You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, “What are you thinking?”
“Is this you?” He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, “Yes, don’t look at it. I was in a phase.”
“I can tell,” he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what it’s like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didn’t sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
“What? You didn’t have something you were obsessed with growing up?” You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
“I was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,” He confessed randomly, “But then there was an accident with my horse and I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Wait, that’s kind of sad,” You sat straighter, “But water polo?”
“Yeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,” Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldn’t help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, “Would you like a drink?”
“I can’t, I have to make it home tonight,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldn’t.
“Already?” You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
“Oh, if you insist,” He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, “You know, for some reason I’m comfortable around you even though we still don’t know each other that well. I think you did something to me.”
“Like?” You asked with a hint of amusement.
“You’re easy to talk to and I’m not used to that,” Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesn’t understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
“You like me that much?” You smiled teasingly and he couldn’t help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didn’t pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to read—he still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If you’re closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really can’t stand him.
“I do,” Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, “And I’ve been thinking about kissing you again.”
Alone in your bedroom with a guy who’s nice and handsome and charming and… overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didn’t shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didn’t push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldn’t help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
“I’ve got a meeting in a few hours,” Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadn’t prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering he’s got work tomorrow.
“I’ll walk you out,” You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
“I'll call you tomorrow,” Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldn’t make out the full conversation but your ex didn’t seem to have been sleeping at all.
“Who was that?” Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
“A friend,” You said blandly.
“Can you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?” Taehyung asked bitterly, “It’s my apartment too. I’ve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.”
He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day he’s had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. He’s tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasn’t working.
“I’m just saying, what’s taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldn’t you have gone for it?” Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, “She’s got you whipped and you haven’t even done anything, that’s crazy.”
“It’s not even like that, Y/n’s just…” Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, “I wanted to—she lives with her ex.”
“Red flag,” Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkook’s office, “Why?”
“Because she still lives with her ex, obviously. There’s still something there or else she would’ve moved out by now don’t you think?” Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
“Maybe money’s tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,” Jungkook bit his lip.
“Help her pay to end it then, duh,” Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasn’t a problem for him or his friends, “Free her from the shackles of past relationships.”
This time Jungkook didn’t say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasn’t made it official, he doesn’t like seeing the person he’s dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
“Isn’t Jungkook’s problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girl’s rent?” Hoseok asked with a scoff, “The girl I set you up with would never, FYI.”
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, “I don’t care about that girl. I care about Y/n.”
“So make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!” Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason he’s nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as he’d like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. You’re not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All you’ve done is make out and he wants to do more but he’s also happy about the pace you’re taking things. It seems right. He’s not jumping to get into your pants and you’re not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where he’d find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
“Are those for me?” Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, “Sorry, hyung. Maybe next time.”
“I didn’t know you were stopping in tonight,” You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that you’re sort of seeing each other he hasn’t been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but it’s usually at the end when not many people are left and you’re about to close.
“I meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?” He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, “I just wanted to ask you something.”
You didn’t hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
“So, I’ve been kind of pushing it off because I’m not sure what you’ll think, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I can’t wait much longer to ask,” Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, “And now that we’re out here and I’ve distracted you from work, it’s probably shitty timing but—“
“Jungkook,” You said, looking up at him, “What do you want to ask me?”
“Will you go out with me? I mean… I know we’ve gone on a few dates here and there but I don’t think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I don’t want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just… really want to be your boyfriend,” Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, “Is this a yes?”
“Yes,” You kissed his cheek, “Orchids are my favorite also.”
“Really?” He asked feigning surprise, “I guess I was lucky picking them out.”
“Are you staying for a drink?” You asked pulling back despite his hold.
“I don’t think so, I’ve got another crazy day tomorrow and I’ve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?” Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “You work too much?”
“I work too much?” You asked with a laugh, “You’re the one with back to back meetings.”
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
“You’re right, I’ll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,” Jungkook said playfully, “If you think I’m clingy now just you wait.”
“Okay, okay,” You pushed against his chest lightly, “I have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.”
“Mhm,” Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, “Can I get a kiss before you go?”
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didn’t want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didn’t fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
“Just try it on, baby,” Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t find anything better at the last minute but you’ll look beautiful either way.”
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasn’t home—not that either of you cared if he was—but if you could avoid him the better. You didn’t need him looking at you some type of way and you’re sure Jungkook could go without it too.
“I could’ve found something to wear, you didn’t have to,” You tried to say but it was clear he wasn’t listening.
“I wanted to,” Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. “We’ll be late if we don’t get going now.”
When he first told you about the charity gala, you weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people you’ve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
“Look who’s finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,” Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
“Y/n, this is Jimin, you’ll learn he never thinks before he speaks,” Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
“You clean up nicely for a waitress,” Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously joking—perhaps to impress the girl he’s been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jin’s arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
“Don’t be an asshole,” Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
“You’re prettier than he said,” Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkook’s hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, “Just ignore some of the stuff they say. I’ll handle it.”
“I’m not worried,” You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, “You are prettier than I first said.”
“So what’s it like busting tables, Y/n?” Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldn’t understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jin’s date instead. It didn’t make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
“About as pleasant as your company,” You said with a smile, “Perhaps a bit more, I’d assume? I don’t know, I'm not a waitress.”
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, there’s nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
“I’m gonna go to the washroom,” You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
“Everything okay?” He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, “Yes, I’ll be right back.”
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didn’t let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
“Where are you going?” Jimin asked with an amused expression, “I want Y/n back, she’s cute.”
“I’m gonna find us better company,” Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, “Sober company.”
“Come on man, we’re just messing around,” he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, “She’s great, honestly. Not what I expected.”
“Hobi,” one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasn’t anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe you’re moving too fast? You’ve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends… and these are the parties he attends… maybe you’re not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance you’re sure you didn’t possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while you’re attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like you’re not nervous but you’re anxious. It feels like you’re pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All he’s done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and… brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
“I was beginning to think you ran out on me,” Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
“You really are impatient,” You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, “Is everyone still at the table?”
“Probably,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, “But I’m sick of them, let’s do our own thing for now.”
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You haven’t been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
“Leaving already?” Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
“Yeah, we’re… tired,” Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, “And it’s late.”
“Hm,” Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldn’t help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tired—just ready to leave.
He smirked, “Have fun.”
“What did that mean?” You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
“Don’t know,” Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, “Will you spend the night at my place?”
“I don’t have clothes,” You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
“I mean… we won’t really need tha—“
“Jungkook!” You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
“I can’t take too much credit,” You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, “You’re the one who picked out the dress.”
“It’s not about the dress,” Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, “It’s about the person wearing it.”
“And what about when I’m not wearing it?” You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldn’t help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night he’d have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
“Y/n,” Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didn’t expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered by—even when Taehyung would make a fuss about something—and that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
“You’ve been handsy all night, y’know,” You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldn’t quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkook’s hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, “Jungkook.”
“I can’t help it,” He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, “I’ve been good all the time.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase “And I’ve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your… roommate, just you and I. I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him he’s dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know he’s muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasn’t enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
“Surprising?” He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
“Is this good?” Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungko—ngh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didn’t go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as you’ve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
“You had nothing under this entire time?” Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, “If I would’ve known we would’ve never left your apartment.”
“Good thing I didn’t tell you then,” You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something he’s known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed you’re sure he would’ve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldn’t get a panty line on the dress.
He must’ve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldn’t squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mind—aimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldn’t remember the last time you let someone touch you—pleasure you. It surely wasn’t with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didn’t make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Oh—" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didn’t take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
“Baby,” Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm so—close."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldn’t take anymore. You didn’t pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head he’s ever received yet his cock ached for more.
“Condom?” You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didn’t bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadn’t seen before. Every time he’d seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasn’t the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
“That’s it baby,” he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldn’t help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, “Fuck, I can’t.”
You didn’t pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didn’t give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
“Gonna cum for me?” He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
“Please,” you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldn’t hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkook’s fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You don’t remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you could’ve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkook’s arm trapped you against him.
“What time is it?” You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things you’d forgotten.
The time on Jungkook’s alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You should’ve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
“Y/n,” Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, “Back to sleep.”
“I’m going to be late to the cafe,” You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
“Who cares about that one, let’s sleep a little longer,” He said and although your heart raced, you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“Don’t you have work today? We’ll both be late,” You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasn’t hearing any of it.
“I’m in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today I’m choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,” Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
“Not all of us are as lucky,” You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, “So I’ve been thinking…”
“Yes?”
“We already barely have time to see each other,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And you live so far with someone who doesn’t deserve to see you as often as he does…”
“Well, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesn’t have the space to let you move in with her and I really don’t want you stressing about rent or living with someone you don’t want to live with,” Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, “So what do you say?”
“You live far,” You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You weren’t completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
“That’s why I think you should quit at the cafe,” Jungkook said eagerly, “That way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. I’ll take you or get you a driver—a car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldn’t be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but I’m asking you, will you move in with me?”
“I have to think about it,” you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with Taehyung…
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, “… And if you ever decide you don’t want to be at the bar either… you’ll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.”
“You’re offering too much,” You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, “I’ll really start to think about it.”
“Please, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,” Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
It’s like you’re what he’s been looking for and he’s what you need—someone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he can’t help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didn’t matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is you’re fit for him and he’s fit for you. He’ll show you things you’ve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
“So no work?” Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
“I guess not,” You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, “But I should still go home.”
“To pack?”
“No, to shower and get dressed,” You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, “Well talk about it more later, last night was…”
“A lot?”
“You can say that”
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haven’t posted in forever and I needed to drop something for yall 😭I hope you enjoy it when it’s out and pls bear with me lol. idk if it’s good I’ve been working on it for too long to tell There’s definitely errors and questions yall might have so pls feel free to send it in inbox!
summary:your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.
➣ genre/au: jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], mid-20’s friendships. what kind of au is this? smut, plot
➣18.7k words
warnings: heavy plot. smut. a little bit of angst if you squint. tae is oc defender. shy oc. jk is an old college classmate. oc and jk got complicated, misunderstood history :(. oc is kinda insecure? bathroom sex. teasing. foreplay [f and m receiving]. very neeeedddy, long time waited sex.. unprotected. jk fucks oc on the counter, on the door. jk is tatted up but not in his college days. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk as a thx 🤧 jk dated oc’s bestie but there’s HISTORY. oc’s bestie is the real villain im sorry. took advantage of two insecure college kids >:( love lost, love found vibes. just read I swear it’s not that bad 😭 no cheating. FRIEND BREAK UPS. oc gets confident toward the end
song inspo: bff — jesse
As you settle into adulthood, you learn a few things about friendships. There tends to be a slight divide between those you’ve known since you were young and those you’ve collected over the years. Some might value the friendships they’ve held longer more than those that are more recent but for others, what matters is the trust that comes with friendship no matter with whom it might be with. You’re somewhere in between, you think.
You have people like Taehyung who you’ve only recently started to get to know and have had a chance to grow close with. He doesn’t know everything about you yet but he doesn’t need to, he seems to understand enough now to be an important person in your current life. He’s the kind of friend you're thankful you’ve met on some random occasion.
Then you have someone like your best friend, Miyoung. You’re not sure the last time you had ever been truly without her at your side. From your earlier school years to college, to now when you’re both settled into what would essentially be your careers and private lives. She’s… she's special to you in a way that you're not sure you could ever find in someone else—or at least that’s what she says?
There hasn’t been a time where it wasn’t the two of you practically glued together at the hip and you credit her for her outgoing nature that always seemed to balance with your more introverted demeanor. Of course it didn't mean you couldn’t make friends without her [take Taehyung for example] but she’s always seemed to gravitate people toward you with her energy. That’s why you're not at all surprised by tonight’s events and how everyone seemed surprised that you came alone.
”Honestly, I’m happy you made it, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in so long,” Your friend, Hoseok, pointed out as he led you to the private area of the lounge bar where it seemed like a reunion was taking place, “When Miyoung said she wasn’t going to make it, I thought you probably weren’t going to show up and—“
”Is that what you would have preferred?” You asked with a teasing smile as he began to stumble over his words, attempting to backtrack.
“What? Y/n, don’t you know I’ve been desperately enamored by you since your first year? Don’t make such crass comments,” He joked back, helping you out of your coat as you grew closer to the room filled with loud chatter. He led you with hands on your shoulders and said, “And between us, I’m a little happy she didn’t come. I wasn’t really in the mood for this to turn into a Battle of the Exes fighting ground.”
”What do you mean?” You barely had time to ask as you entered the room where an explosion of your name was heard by old college classmates of yours who all seemed on the border of tipsy and in a good mood. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at everyone at once till your eyes fell on the person in question.
He didn’t hesitate to meet your gaze with equal surprise as you sat across from him, just one person down the line. Immediately the people next to you tried sparking a conversation and you used it as a distraction to keep from gawking at him. When Miyoung told you she wouldn’t make it, you debated coming yourself but after some begging from Hoseok you decided to come along. Despite your best friend not joining, you're kind of glad she didn’t. Hoseok is right, it would have been a battlefield and you did not want to be caught in the middle of it.
“Y/n.”
Ignore, maybe? Just ignore and maybe he’ll forget trying to talk to you and your head won't be on the chopping block. You looked down the table at some of the other people you remember from campus activities or long lectures and tried to ignore the growing smile you could see on his face from the corner of your eye.
“Hungry?” The person next to you asked as he made you look his way. There were platters of hand food across the bar table and you happily took whatever Jimin offered. As much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but look across the table to make sure it really was who you thought it was,
Jeon Jungkook.
Better known as your best friend’s ex boyfriend.
Or worse, the first guy you liked when you started University.
”Hi,” he said in a low voice, catching you in the middle of staring at him. In your defense, he seemed so different—more matured if you will. Now he was covered in tattoos and piercings, he lost that sort of boyish charm but clearly gained something else along the way. He was buff and bigger, more intimidating yet alluring? Safe to say he didn’t look like the ‘Boy Next Door’ you had a crush on in your English seminar.
“You’re here,” was all you could think to say back, giving up on your sorry attempt at ignoring him for no real reason other than saving yourself from an awkward encounter.
”So are you,” Jungkook bit into his bottom lip as he looked at you closely. How is it that someone could look so different but the same all at once? In your gaze he could still see that curiosity in everything that he remembered from back then when he would spend lectures wondering what was on your mind. In your appearance, he can see how much you’ve changed physically. They were surely small differences in everyone else’s eyes but he always had a tendency to pay too much attention to you and it would get him in trouble.
You gave him a polite nod in response to his blatant observation that matched yours and attempted to shift your attention elsewhere but he didnt let it get too far. He cleared his throat, “How have you been?”
“Me?” You asked, “Okay, I guess. Busy with work.”
“So I’ve heard, you’re in marketing now, right? What happened to your writing?” Jungkook asked, seeming genuinely curious to know. He didn’t care for the conversations happening around him more than he did hearing your response now that you looked more willing to give him one.
“It wouldn’t have paid the bills—You remember my writing?” You asked, surprise evident in your features that he couldn’t help but smile.
It was hard for him to forget his biggest competition at the time. He let out a small sigh, ready to go on about being unable to forget a certain piece you wrote when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Yoongi stood over him, “Smoke break?”
Say no, he thought. Jungkook could easily reject the offer and continue what he was going to say. Without meaning to, he looked back at you, but you had excused yourself from the table in the blink of an eye. Nodding hesitantly, he grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out while he wondered where you went so suddenly.
You were hiding in the washroom when you got the call from Miyoung, like she had a sixth sense telling her to reach out.
“So how is it? Is it as boring as I said it’d be?” Miyoung asked as she waited in line for some nightclub she was going to with some of her various other friends.
“Um, kind of?” You said without much thought—knowing it was what she wanted to hear. In reality, it was fun. You were greeted warmly that it washed away your earlier worries and you’re being taken care of by old friends you didn't get to talk to as much. Not to mention, you’re seeing Jungkook again after a couple years of hearing and thinking of nothing about the guy, so you don’t actually think it's boring.
Miyoung snorted, “Figures, good thing I didn’t go. I could not sit through more than an hour of everyone going on and on about what they’ve been up to. I mean, yeah I miss Hobi and stuff but I could see him whenever, y’know? Who all showed up?”
“I think everyone,” You admitted with a nervous bite of your lip. It was now or never. You tell her that it seems like Jungkook has come to visit or has come back to stay and you’re not sure how she’ll take that. She might even march over here just to tell him how she's felt these last two years and chances are that’ll ruin the easy vibe for everyone else. You leaned against the stall door and talked with her.
“So you’re back,” Yoongi asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette, “My Golden Boy’s back? Someone pinch me.”
“Funny guy,” Jungkook said sarcastically as he looked out onto the busy street. Yoongi shrugged, turning toward the bar window looking around to see the group, “Aren’t you happy you came?”
“Yeah, it’s great seeing everyone again,” Jungkook told him casually, flicking the end of his cigarette and watching the ash fall to the cold cement of the street.
“Want to know who surprised me tonight?” Yoongi asked, looking over at him to see if his expression would change at all, “Y/n.”
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “What do you mean?”
He shrugged, dropping ash to the ground, “Y/n never comes out to these sorts of things, and if she does come it’s usually with Miyoung but she came by herself tonight.
“Yeah…” Jungkook zoned out a bit as he thought about it more, “Why doesn’t she meet up with you guys often?”
“You know Y/n doesn't really go out,” Yoongi said, “And she’s busy with work, at least that’s what Hobi says. I don’t know, when Hobi said Miyoung wasn’t coming tonight we both expected Y/n to not show too but… hey, aren’t you happy she isn’t here?”
“I don’t really care either way,” Jungkook confessed truthfully, “But do you know if… y’know, you might have heard something about Y/n and if she’s still seeing someone or—“
“Oh God,” Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as he put his cigarette out, Jungkook doing the same, “It’s been like three years, man.”
Jungkook watched him laugh as he walked off leaving him to follow, “What?”
Yoongi held the door open for him, “You know what, but I’ll answer your question, anyway. Last I heard Y/n is single, so what now?”
He waited for Jungkook to respond but he wasn’t listening anymore. There were too many things on his mind that he needed to work out before you came back to the table.
“What do you mean you’re leaving? You just got here,” Jimin said to you as he held your hand in his to stop you from leaving, “One more drink.”
“It’s late,” You tried to say, “I’ve got to be up early.”
“Liar, it’s a Saturday night, Y/n. Sit your ass back down,” Hobi said with a firm voice making you sit down immediately. He flashed you a cute smile before asking everyone if they wanted another round of drinks.
“So, what were we talking about earlier?” Jungkook asked, trying to get you to talk to him again, “Your writing? Yeah, how can I forget it? Remember we used to read each other’s essays all the time before… well.”
Before he broke up with your best friend.
“Yeah, I remember,” You admitted, trying to find something to say. What kind of questions would Miyoung want to know? What do you want to know? What should you prepare your friend to know? “How long are you visiting?”
“Actually, I just moved back, I got a job doing graphic design for a local company,” Jungkook told you with the hint of a smile, “It’s my first time meeting up with everyone again.”
You let yourself indulge in small talk with him here and there but usually when he started it. The night had been fine, you enjoyed your time but after a while all you wanted to do was go home and Hoseok couldn’t make you stay any longer. You ended your night wondering if you should go out more.
Everything has a backstory, right? How it all started and yours seems pretty tacky. You spent the first couple years of University doing what you had to do in school and letting Miyoung drag you to whatever outing she had on the weekends. Some time in your third year, you joined this English class with the most boring, monotonous professor ever and that’s where you met Jungkook.
In all honesty, you thought he was cute from the get go. Sitting through three hours of a boring lecture led people to do odd things and one of those for you was staring at the cute guy who sat down a couple rows from you. It was just a little thing you did to pass time so you never expected anything to actually happen from it.
Then one day most of the seats were taken [naturally, it was a large class] and he seemed to have been running late because his usual cycle of seats were all taken except the one next to yours. Despite all those times you would find yourself ogling the stranger, when he was right next to you, you didn’t say a single word.
It was Jungkook who spoke first and it was just to ask if you could help him catch up. That day you were supposed to read someone else’s prompt and revise it and you chose each other which then trickled down to a routine of it. Without speaking much, he would sit next to you or silently save you a seat whenever you were running late and the one time you decided to switch it up and sit elsewhere…
Well, he was practically pouting the whole day.
It had been a nearly perfect set up to what could have been if you just allowed yourself to go for things but it didn’t happen that way.
One random Tuesday night, Miyoung wanted to go out for some cheap drinks and you found yourselves at a bar not too far from campus where you ran into a senior in one of your classes. Yoongi had come up to you first, just greeting you and making small talk when Jungkook who apparently had come with him, recognized you too.
They drank with you and Miyoung for a bit and you honestly thought it had been fun. You had never had real conversations with him outside of school work and it was nice to have more people to hang with that it just felt natural. Though at some point through the night Miyoung had gotten kind of flirty. She claims she assumed you had wanted Yoongi and not Jungkook and practically called dibs on him despite meeting him for the first time that night.
When she made her intents obvious, you couldn’t help but backtrack.
You always considered yourself pretty self aware about yourself. There was nothing special really and when you compare yourself to Miyoung there just isn’t much competition.
She was the perfect Prom Queen type who always had the nicest clothes or the cutest boyfriends, the best awards and most interesting stories. The amount of guys she would pull who you didn’t even have a chance with was insane. And though you might sound bitter, you’re not. You’ve never been the type to want the spotlight or attention and being best friends with someone so damn perfect was that you could always stay in the shadows.
So when she started flirting with Jungkook, you didn’t really notice his awkward glances or how he shied away from her proximity. You only saw how he smiled politely and listened to her go on and on about how great she is and assumed he was into her like all the others had been.
You tried to act normal after that, you would talk to him every now and then and never questioned why he stopped talking to you as much until he started dating Miyoung but you weren’t bitter. You were understanding.
It made sense he would date her. She was beautiful and smart and someone people pine for. It was a given that that would happen so once again, you didn’t take it personal.
They dated for a couple months [nothing serious at all] and then he dumped her which resulted in Miyoung practically forbidding you from even looking his way at all. You completed your last year without thinking about him despite the various mutual friends you shared and went on with your life when he moved.
That was the backstory and why you felt so awkward seeing him the other night.
You haven’t told Miyoung yet because there’s a high chance she won’t care at all and would get annoyed that you even thought to bring it up. Your friend is very pretty and she likes being in relationships so she’s been in quite a few since they dated and probably doesn’t care to be reminded at all.
The only person you’ve told is Taehyung.
“But did you at least have fun?” He asked as the two of you sat at a small restaurant for lunch. You nodded your head, “Yeah, it was alright. It was just weird, for me at least.”
“Why?” Taehyung asked as he dug into his meal, stuffing his mouth with no care in the world, “I mean it’s obvious everyone was happy to see you and didn’t want you to leave. Who cares if Miyoung didn’t go, clearly it didn’t matter to anyone else.”
You didn’t say anything, taking your time to enjoy your meal as you drifted off in thought. He is right, you know that sometimes it’s just in your head and you overthink things. You always feel like you’re boring to others so it’s natural for you to assume no one would be happy to see just you and not your bubble of joy best friend. There has to be a certain level of comfort between you and another person to show personality and it’s rare people get to see it.
“But how’d it go with that guy? Did he ask you about her?” Taehyung asked with a hint of curiosity.
“Not that I can remember. I don’t know, it was kind of awkward but we talked a bit,” You told him honestly, “He just moved back down so that’s cool I guess.”
Taehyung looked at you skeptically but you avoided his gaze, trying to distract yourself with your phone.
yoongi: throwing a welcome back party for jk this weekend, u coming?
you: idk, if I’m free
yoongi: … ur always free🤒
yoongi: just say yes, bring whoever u want
you: but is he ok with me going
yoongi: y wouldn’t he be
yoongi: he’s the one who asked me to make sure u come
you: okkkkkk 🥹
“Tae, can you come with me to this party please?” You asked, immediately showing your friend your text messages leaning across the table for him to see them clearly.
Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he read through the texts carefully, “Jungkook is the ex boyfriend, right? Why’s he so interested in you going?”
“He’s not,” you said, “He’s probably just doing it to be nice, since everyone I know will be there.”
“What if he’s… y’know, interested?” Taehyung asked curiously and you nearly choked on your drink.
“No, oh my god,” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “We were just classmates and we stopped talking after he dumped Miyoung so—“
“Yeah but did you ever stop to think ‘hm, I’m the one who knew this guy first and then Miyoung went and snatched him from me before I even got a chance to explore’,” Taehyung said in a high pitched voice, presumably mocking yours. You reached over to playfully shove his shoulder making him grin mischievously.
“What? No, it wasn’t like that at all,” You tried to say, “Him and I didn’t even really talk until the night he met her at the bar and… no, that’s crazy. He liked Miyoung right away.”
Taehyung just sighed, giving up on trying to get through to you, “If you say so, but who’s the one he approached first? Because I can tell you right now it wasn’t her.”
Despite how he expresses himself when he talks about your best friend, he doesn’t dislike her. He thinks Miyoung is alright, maybe a little too much for his tastes but that doesn’t mean anything. He understands the two of you are really close and although he has had many chances to befriend her too, he just hasn’t.
He’ll talk to her if you force them to hang out together but he would never go out of his way to be her friend. It might sound bad but Taehyung is pretty protective over you and rightfully so, he feels.
He doesn’t want to badmouth one of his closest friends but you have a tendency to overthink things. You don’t realize how great you are and make yourself seem smaller and he thinks Miyoung and other people like her in your life are at fault. He’s heard some of the things she says to you and it’s like you hold her up so highly there’s no room for you to see how pretty, smart, and talented you are. And before anyone gets the wrong idea, he’s not in love with you or anything.
You’re too good for him so he gave up on that idea long ago.
Plus, now that he’s able to connect some of those pieces from when you were in Uni, some things are clicking into place for him. Miyoung tends to dim your light a bit, or copy something you do and claim it as her own and when he hears this little backstory between all of your old college friends… he just can’t help but wonder if Jungkook was one of those things she claimed for herself.
With that thought in mind, he agreed to go with you to this party and see for himself what is there and what could be. He just wants what’s best for you and for you to be able to go and get it without worrying you’re not good enough or stepping on anyone’s toes.
When Friday night came, your apartment was filled with loud music and even louder complaints coming from one person in particular. Taehyung was just listening to you and Miyoung go back and forth about tonight’s plans and it got to the point where you couldn’t say anything but the truth about what you would be doing tonight.
“It’s a welcome back party for Jungkook,” You said, trying your hardest not to let your voice sound strained.
“What? When did he get back?” Miyoung asked, sitting up from your bed and tossing your pillow off her lap, “Like he moved back?”
“Yeah, I guess not too long ago,” You said with a shrug, looking in your mirror to see if you liked the way you looked or not, “I don’t know, Yoongi is the one who invited me.”
“Why didn’t I know? Why wasn’t I invited?” Miyoung asked, turning to Taehyung like he would have the answers.
“Probably because you’re his ex girlfriend and you ditched out on their little reunion so you could party,” Taehyung said, not bothering to look up from his phone.
“Yeah but, why’d they ask Y/n? She’s not even friends with him,” Miyoung said with a slight scoff, “You’re not actually going right? We could go out, just the three of us. You already hung out with them, you and I haven’t gone out in weeks, let’s just do our own thing. Unless you’re trading me in for all of them.”
You looked at her with apologetic eyes. You’ve been busy with work recently and she is right. The last people you hung out with aside from Taehyung were all of them two weekends ago so it would only be fair to hang out with her this time. It shouldn’t mean anything that you were invited and that Jungkook wanted to make sure you were going. Miyoung was supposed to be your best friend so how could you go to a party she wasn’t invited to?
Just as you were going to give in and shoot Yoongi a text that you weren’t going to make it, Taehyung spoke up for you. “Why don’t you just come with? One of them said Y/n can bring whoever she wants and I’m already going so it’s not like you have to be by yourself. Plus, aren’t the rest of them supposed to be your friends too? Y/n already agreed.”
“Why didn’t you ask me first?”
“I didn’t realize I needed permission,” You couldn’t help but sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed to comfort her, “We can just stop by, have a drink or two and leave if it’s lame. Come on.”
After much convincing, the three of you arrive at Yoongi’s place which was a small house with good outdoor space and the inside was packed with people already. The amount of party goers made you anxious but at the same time slightly thrilled that surely the attention would never be on you with so many people around.
“Y/n! Miyoung!” Namjoon spotted you two first and he threw his arms around you both with a grin, “Surprised to see you here, Mimi.”
“Yeah, probably because I was the only one not invited,” Miyoung said bitterly, making Namjoon take a drink from his cup and look away nervously.
“Let’s get you guys drinks then,” He said with an awkward clear of his throat looking to Taehyung, “What’s up, I’m Namjoon.”
“Taehyung,” he said, following you to the drinks table. The music played loudly and there were a lot of people having a good time that it was somewhat easy to try and blend in and act normal. Miyoung had a pout on her face, looking around worried but Namjoon brightened her mood and every now and then another friend would stop by to greet her. Taehyung mostly clung to you and only drifted away when a friend would spark conversation with you but you were thankful he was around.
“Y/n,” someone called out to you from across the room. You couldn’t make them out through the crowd of people and it took a while before you spotted Jungkook making his way to your direction.
“Jungkook,” you said with a nervous breath, looking around for Miyoung but she was off with Namjoon talking about god knows what.
“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you say anything?” Jungkook asked, slightly more energetic than usual. His hair was messy, with strands out of place, he wore a basic black tee and baggy jeans so why did he look good? It’s still hard for you to wrap your mind around who this is.
He’s gotten so muscular and just… more intimidating with his tattoo sleeve and piercings and it’s so unexpected but in a good way.
“I, um, you know, I just assumed you were busy,” you lied, looking around for one of your friends. Taehyung was at the table getting a drink and he’ll be back soon to save you before Miyoung looks around.
Jungkook found himself looking around too, as if he could see what you did but he came up short, “Did you come with anyone?”
“Yeah, Miyoung and a friend of mine,” you rushed the words out in hopes of sounding casual but Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye.
“So what are you doing alone?” He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, “Actually, there’s something that’s been on my mind since last time I saw you and I uh… I haven’t had the chance to say it.”
You blinked nervously, looking up at him and how close he was to you, “What is it?”
He licked his lips, playing with his lip rings shyly, “Well, I was wondering if you would like to get together some time, just you and I. We’ve never had the chance to hang out.”
“We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?” You asked, feigning naivety that almost seemed teasing. In truth, you could sense what he was possibly asking and you needed him to stop. There was no reason for you two to hang out alone, no matter how much the thought made you giddy.
“I guess,” Jungkook couldn’t help but let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He took another step closer to you, hand on the wall behind you for support. , “But I was still hoping… I know it’s probably kind of awkward but we’re grown, right? We can get together without worrying about anyone else.”
“Who says it’s because I’m worried?” You asked with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension caused by the way he looked at you, “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”
That made him crack a smile, “All of a sudden?”
“Yes, all of a sudden,” another voice added in from behind him and you jumped at the sound. Jungkook didn’t bother to turn around, he was more focused on the way you tried to look behind him and meet Miyoung’s glare.
“Where’d you run off to?” You asked, pushing past him making Jungkook slide his hand off the wall and roll his eyes at the disruption.
“Somewhere I felt wanted,” she said bitterly, eyes on Jungkook as she spoke to you, “Let’s go, I’m bored.”
“I thought you were having a good ti—“
“I’m not, Y/n,” Miyoung almost snapped, “You said we could have a drink and go. We’ve been here for like forever and I want to leave. That’s what we agreed on.”
“Okay, jeez, let’s go then,” You said with a sigh, “Let me find Taehyung.”
“Go, then,” Miyoung said, making you take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself she had a right to be upset. She didn’t want you [as her best friend] talking to her ex boyfriend. And you did say you didn’t have to stick around for long…
“What?” Miyoung asked Jungkook with a roll of her eyes as she caught him staring, “Did I interrupt something?”
“You still don’t know how to speak to people like they’re human beings,” Jungkook said simply, “And it’s sad to watch.”
“Screw you,” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re just mad I stopped you from trying to ask my best friend out. My friends are off limits.”
“She was my friend too,” Jungkook said as a reminder, “And I can do whatever I want. You’re just childish.”
She snorted, “Right, says the guy who fumbled me.”
He couldn’t seem to act mature anymore and before he stop himself he said, “Remember, you’re not the one I wanted anyway.”
He walked off without much care for how she felt and found his other friends, wondering who it was you ran off to find.
“Tae, can we go now?” You asked your friend. Taehyung had found himself a group of people to entertain with his stories and had nearly forgotten who he had tagged along with until you pulled him to the side.
“Uh, okay,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, “What happened? I thought everyone was having a good time.”
“Miyoung wants to leave,” You said with a small sigh, “She saw me talking to Jungkook and I just don’t want it to become this big problem so can we please just go?”
Taehyung placed an arm on your shoulder, leading you to Miyoung who waited at the door, “Yeah, sure let’s go.”
The car had only stayed silent for the first half of the drive to Miyoung’s apartment. Somewhere between the last red light and this short stretch of road, a fire had been lit underneath her which made her start up again.
“So what was that back there?” Miyoung asked from the backseat and you debated just acting asleep or like you were too drunk to listen properly. She leaned forward, looking at you closely.
“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.
“You know exactly what I mean,” Miyoun said with an annoyed tone, “First you get invited to a party for my ex boyfriend and next thing I know the two of you are whispering in the corner looking like you’re about to kiss and like I’m not even in the room.”
Taehyung had to bite his tongue from responding, worried that if he spoke too soon it would only make you seem more weak to her antics. He just tapped his fingers against the window trying to keep silent
“Miyoung,” You started with a sigh, “You’re overreacting. It was nothing, we’re friends—“
“Since when?” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re supposed to be my friend, Y/n.”
“I am,” You said defensively, “And if you want to talk about this tomorrow then that’s fine but right now it’s late and we’ve all been having a decent time so don’t ruin it…”
“Y/n’s right, let’s end the night on a good note,” Taehyung finally said but he seemed to go ignored by you two.
“You’re not though, real friends wouldn’t flirt with their best friend’s ex boyfriend—“
“You two dated for less than five months and it was years ago,” You blurted out, “I knew him before that so don’t act like I’m betraying you.”
“Oh my god, I knew you’d still be bitter I started seeing him,” Miyoung said, suddenly making you hide your face in your hand from exhaustion. “I didn’t know you had a thing for him back then. You should’ve said something instead of holding it against me like you do everything else.”
“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but scoff.
Miyoung’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “You know exactly what I’m talking about and it’s not fair.”
Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers clenched around the steering wheel unable to bite his tongue any longer, “Miyoung I don’t think you’re being fair. You’re clearly drunk and you just want to arg—“
“Shut up, Taehyung,” She snapped, slurring on her words a bit and not even realizing the car came to a stop in front of her building, “I’m not even talking you and you can stop acting like Y/n’s bodyguard because last time I checked she’s a grown adult who could speak for herself. God, I swear everyone is the same. Just because Y/n is boring and insecure, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to speak for herself.”
“Get out. We’re at your place so just go,” Taehyung said, annoyed with the harshness she was projecting on you, “Y/n might put up with you but I won’t.”
With an irritated scoff, she swung the back door open, “Fine, screw you guys too.”
The door slammed shut as she stormed up to her apartment and Taehyung waited till she was gone to say, “Fuck, what did that girl drink? Y/n, why do you put up with that? Hey.”
You stayed silent for a moment letting her words sink in. Whatever, she yelled and threw a tantrum, that’s fine, that’s normal. But she seriously thinks you’re just a bore and maybe you’re starting to believe it too. If it weren’t for you always being cautious over how she might feel about you and what you do, you wouldn’t seem so boring.
Or was that just how you were and now you’re trying to say it’s because of Miyoung? Jeez, you just can’t seem to make up your mind about anything but all you know is that… you’re not boring. Well, you don’t have to be. If she wants to think that always backing up whatever she says makes you boring, then maybe it’s time you just do what you want even if she doesn’t like it.
“Tae, can you do me a favor,” You finally said, making him look over at you curiously. The car is still parked in front of Miyoung’s place and he’s been waiting for you to speak anyway, “What?”
“Take me back to the party please.”
Miyoung was wrong, if you were boring it’s because she made you boring. Anytime you did anything on your own, she always had to ruin it and you just let her. You just let Miyoung monopolize your time and make you her right-hand in everything. You’ve never gotten the chance to truly put yourself out there because you firmly believed you didn’t compare.
Maybe you needed to stop overthinking and just do what you want, be confident—or at least act like you are.
“Y/n! You’re back?” Yoongi asked once you made it to the party again, “Let me tell you, I was mad because I thought you left before even talking to me.”
“I’m so very sorry,” You said playfully, “But do you know where Jungkook is?”
He seemed to freeze up, surprise written on his face and he looked down at you questioning. You held his gaze, watching the wheels turn in his head before he was blurting out, “I don’t know. The bathroom?”
You blinked nervously, letting him slip away from you when someone called for him and were left standing there. Your mind was racing with ideas yet you couldn’t think of what to do.
What did you expect coming back?
What does this prove?
You feel anxious and insecure and maybe she was right, you’re boring and you don’t even speak up or do anything exciting.
“Jungkook?” You called out to him as you walked down the hall of doors, knocking or opening whichever door you landed on. You got to the last door with a bated breath, realizing it’s a bedroom and closed yourself in.
Your sense of bravado had been short lived. Whatever burst of confidence you had was completely gone now that you sat alone in the guest room contemplating just going home or not.
In all honesty, this was stupid from the very beginning. You let Miyoung’s words get to you and you acted before you could think. You didn’t need to prove anything. Plus, you don’t want Jungkook. Maybe once before you did… but not… anymore?
God, you felt like an idiot.
“Y/n?”
Your heart dropped with a sense of disbelief as you looked up. The once pitch black room was illuminated by a block of light from the open bathroom door. Jungkook stood at the doorway, brows furrowed as he looked at who sat on the bed.
“Jungkook,” you cleared your throat awkwardly.
“You’re back?” He asked, looking you up and down with a hint of suspicion. You nodded your head silently, making him blink with confusion.
You stood up from the bed suddenly, “Are you done in there?”
“Uh, yeah,” he moved out of your way, watching you closely as you closed the door in his face before he could say anything else.
Maybe this had been a sign that you didn’t want to talk to him but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the privacy in the bedroom to go out where everyone else was. He could hear the faucet running but oblivious to how you wet your face to try and snap yourself out of this strange mood before drying off. When you opened the door, you didn’t expect to see him standing there right in front of you.
“Everything alright?” He asked, halfway in the doorway, walking forward making you step deeper into the bathroom.
“Yeah, everything’s great,” you said with a strained smile, backing away, “Just—what about you? Has it been fun, this is all for you, right?”
“I guess,” Jungkook shrugged, “But it would have been more fun if you stayed.”
“Good thing I came back then,” you couldn’t help but laugh nervously, leaning against the sink counter.
“Good thing,” Jungkook licked his dry lips, “Y/n, about what I was saying earlier… I would honestly like for us together sometime, just the two of us.”
A small, shy smile appeared on your lips as you thought about earlier and repeated yourself playfully, “We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?”
“I guess,” he blinked in confusion, looking down at you and struggling to keep his composure. Your response was a bit of a let down since he hoped you had come back to see him and he should have known better. You would never take him seriously after his mess with Miyoung and he was always reaching for the stars thinking it could work out.
Plus, you’re too good for him. You always have been.
He can’t explain why, but he’s always felt a sense of ease with you, like everything was perfect. As shameful as it is to admit, Miyoung had reasons to be worried.
When they dated… well, it didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time. Miyoung was aware of it too and he looks back on it now and realizes how wrong he was then. It was wrong for him to think about you when he was never able to have you, and he will be much less now.
“Am I wrong? Is it not just the two of us now?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and looking to the bathroom door which was closed some time ago.
“Y/n,” he said it softly but you could sense his warning tone, like you were going to get yourself in trouble. Jungkook wanted to believe you were aware of what this looked like yet he knew there was a chance you weren’t. He couldn’t just go for it.
He could not just go for it.
Not even if you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that said you might want him to…
He could be dreaming it up.
Would you want him to?
No. No way, you would never, that’s how this all started right? You wouldn’t want him the way he wanted you and you’ll go be with someone else while he beats himself up for another failed attempt. He’s not in college anymore, he can’t make the same mistakes.
You do not want him.
“Y/n,” he said with a sigh, “I think we should get out n—“
It was soft but sudden. One second he was giving up on everything he had been hoping for and was ready to go on once again without telling you how he really felt. The next, your lips were on his, barely giving him a chance to feel the tenderness of it before pulling away with a gasp.
“Jungkook,” you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh my god. I’m s-sorry, I, that was not okay. I shouldn’t have done that.”
You were rambling, apologizing for doing it without asking him first but in all honesty, he couldn’t hear you anymore. There was a strange ringing in his ear that only seemed to stop when he grabbed your face in his hands, and pulled you into a real kiss.
To keep yourself from leaning back too far, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met him the rest of the way. You kissed him back with an equal sense of urgency that had his eyes falling shut and letting himself get lost in the moment. Your lips were soft against his own and his lip rings felt cold on your tongue the first couple times.
At one point you surprised him by nipping at his piercings with a soft tug and it had his hands tightening around your waist, using his strength to pull you onto the counter with ease. It made it easier to kiss you and he let the small sigh you let out guide his tongue between your lips. Your hands were in his dark hair, and you surprised him with the way you took lead of the kiss. It felt like he was melting into you and it was doing things to him.
“Y/n,” he mumbled softly, “I want you so bad.”
You pulled back from him with widened eyes. It was the first time you heard him sound that way and you knew he meant it. He looked at you with an intense gaze and it felt good to be looked at that way by him. You wanted him too, right? That’s why you came back. That's why you were so upset back then. Why can’t you have him now?
What was really stopping you?
Nothing.
The second time he kissed you, you didn’t hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt your hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to you and they ran along your sides till he could feel your front. His hands slipped under your top and found your chest, gently reaching to touch you as he kissed you with his tongue.
Your fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that you felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didn’t pull away to tell you to stop, you took it as a sign to go a little farther and undo the button and zipper. Jungkook’s rough fingers caressed your breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made you let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over your nipples.
He released a light groan against your lips when you got more confident in your actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Klein’s. You barely touched his growing member but you felt it harden against you, the more attention you gave to it and it was all just exciting to you. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against your sensitive buds that you couldn’t hold yourself back. You wanted to make him feel good too and you could tell you were.
Jungkook helped you tug his jeans down enough for you to have more reign over him and you touched his bare dick so softly. The first touch was light and teasing, like you were still letting him get lost in the feeling before you actually did anything but it was soft that it made a tingle run down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his skin and blood ran straight to his cock making it easier for you softly palm him to full hardness.
You circled your fingers around his tip, softly running your thumb around the ring feeling him twitch with need and softly sliding down to his base.
His movement grew rougher, he was no longer softly caressing your breasts but more groping, never getting enough for the softness of them. When you began to stroke him gently, he found it hard to keep himself from digging his nails into your flesh to ground himself and it made a hand of his fall to your leg. His palm was wide and flat against your inner thigh, tracing his lips down your jaw and to your neck to try and distract himself from getting too lost into the feeling.
“Fuck,” he huffed, licking his dry lips as he began to slowly fuck into your closed fist, deaf to the sound of music just outside the bedroom you two were hiding in. The bathroom felt even smaller at this point yet he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it now. Especially not when your hand began to fuck his cock faster, with more vigor as he twitched in your hold making his nails dig into your thigh harshly.
Your skirt was scrunched up around your hips at this point and he could see the soft blue of your laced underwear and couldn’t stop himself anymore. He had grown too curious to have you and with his hand so close already, he let his thumb trace along your covered folds.
They were already sensitive at this point and his sudden touch made your insides tighten with arousal, your back straightened in surprise and a light moan left your lips. The sound snapped his attention away from his own pleasure and when he did it again, he swallowed your moan with his mouth on yours.
He couldn’t take thing slow anymore, especially not when his dick felt so close to the edge already and was trying not to cum all over your hand and so soon.
You were withering against him, squirming on the counter to feel more of his hand against your heat. Your fingers tightened in his hair when he reached under to the hem of your panties, pulling them down as far as he could. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he tugged them down your thighs. Jungkook pulled away from your lips with a slight groan as he brought his fingers to your lips. He pressed into your bottom lip watching close as you drew your mouth open and took them in. As you licked between two fingers, your hand’s stroking sped up with more pressure that had him pushing them deeper down your throat.
When he pulled them out there was an obvious line of drool connecting his fingertips to your lips and he brought his hand between your legs once more. The mixture between his rough fingers and the slick that now coated them made a tingle run down your spine when they ran along your folds. You pinched the fabric of his shirt as he circled your hardening clit with his middle finger while his index finger began to tease your sensitive labor.
He ran the longer finger down your slit, dipping into the puddle of arousal that formed at your center before using it to wet your clit and massage you gently.
You looked into his eyes as he finally pressed his middle finger into your waiting cunt, giving you a second to respond and he couldn’t help but let his lips slip open with heavy breaths. Your hand stopped its actions as you took in the feeling of him pulling out his finger before pushing it forward once more. Each time felt hotter than the last and it made him want to take things further. When he thought you adjusted enough, he teased the tip of his ring finger in with his middle one and kept a steady pace of thrusting.
At this point you began to stroke him again, rubbing against his mushroom tip where a thick vein was felt along the underside of it. Your hips had began to move with the motion of his hand and you were fucking his fingers into you while fucking his cock with a closed fist. The both of you were left speechless, unsure how long you had been locked away in the bathroom but not caring either.
You felt more impatient than him but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you let someone else touch you and none felt quite like this. Jungkook seemed to know where to kiss, where to press or pay attention to and he never left a part of you untouched. Even now as he thrusted his fingers into you, his other hand was at your chest again, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging harshly but it brought little whines from your lips.
“Jungkook,” You were breathlessly calling for him and you’re sure that if your back wasn’t to the mirror, you would be able to see how desperate you looked to him. Your other hand was on his hips, pulling him forward in hopes of getting him to get the hint that you needed more, “Fuck me.”
“What?” He asked with heavy breaths, looking down at the way the tip of his cock pressed against your inner thigh now, “Really?”
“Please,” You found yourself begging, desperately begging for him to give you something and oh, how it worked.
His eyes rolled back at the soft sound of your begs and with a hand on your thigh, he pulled you harshly to the edge of the counter. He placed his hand over yours and stroked himself once, twice, to slick his member with your arousal and his own.
His cock was hot to the touch and pointed straight to your waiting entrance. He had made such a mess of you already that when he pressed his tip into your clit, it nearly slid down from how wet you are. You had to bite your lip to keep from whining too loud when he teased you with that repeated motion, wetting his tip more and feeling the way your walls tightened and released for him.
Your back was fully against the mirror now, legs open waiting for him and you were getting impatient. The anticipo had been building up for too long and you brought your hand between your legs. All it took was a soft push down for his cock to sink into your waiting pussy.
His jaw went slack at the sudden tightness of it, he hadn’t expected it to be so snug. His tip barely pushed against the ring of nerves and your facial expression matched his own when he kept going. He held your thighs open, guiding himself in with a deep breath.
“Fucking hell,” he growled lowly, hands trembling as he kept you open and ready to take him in. He looked up at your eyes, completely enamored by the way your features softened with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed over with obvious lust that made him want to just fuck you into oblivion.
“Oh my god,” your hand circled around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss that left him biting your lip softly. He groaned against your lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, letting his cock drag against your puffy walls so that you could feel every juncture on his length. Your back was arched into him, your chest nearly pressed against his and he snuck his arm around your waist to pull you firmly against him.
“That’s it baby,” Jungkook groaned into your ear, gripping onto the counter with his free hand to fuck you better. You were on the edge of the sink and he bucked his hips up to reach that pleasure spot he had found with his fingers just moments ago and had you moaned loudly into his ear, “You sound pretty, tell me how it feels.”
“Feels good,” you whispered softly against his neck, lips teasing kisses against his skin that made the veins in his arms bulge, “Don’t stop, please.”
“Ngh, Y/n, beg for me,” Jungkook said with a deep voice filled with lust as he fucked you with all his strength. There were too many layers of clothing between you but neither of you seemed to have the time or energy to tear them off. You were both too focused on the pleasure that came from feeling his skin against yours.
Your legs tightened around his waist forcing more of his length into your sopping cunt and his fingers pinched your sides roughly. Without thinking, Jungkook lifted you off the counter. You clung to him as he stepped back and he needed a second to just feel the way your pussy tightened around his hard, thick cock. He wanted to dig into your guts and it was nasty how badly he wanted to have you cum all over him.
It was so unexpected because you always came off as a quiet, reserved person but here you were letting him tear you in two with his fat dick. Jungkook used his strength to push you against the door, letting you drop onto his length before backing his hips up and pistoning them back into you.
“Fuck, I can’t,” your legs tightened around him with your face digging into his neck, “Jungkook, baby, I can’t.”
“You can,” He whispered, pressing you firmly into the wall, “Come on baby, take it.”
“Too much,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up the pace and you searched around for something to hold. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, trying to anchor yourself as he fucked you so good you could barely focus on anything but the pleasure, “I’m so close.”
Jungkook’s hand held you firmly by the waist while the other cupped your ass, groping you harshly as he fucked you onto his length trying to make you cum, “Cum baby, for me. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you moaned, “Kiss me, please?”
He didn’t hesitate to do so, kissing you with tongue as you clung to him, moaning into his ear and shaking slightly. His knees buckled tightly to hold you up and just as he gave one final thrust to the hilt, he felt your orgasm hit you.
Your walls tightened around him, nearly bringing him to his own orgasm before feeling his tip get flooded with your release. His thighs shook with the pressure of it and he felt his strength leaving him. His abdomen grew tense and he pushed you back to the counter where you let your head fall back with pleasure. You swallowed dryly, panting heavily, “Oh my god.”
You were sweaty, tired and overall unsure what to think but your mind hadn’t cleared yet. All you could focus on was the way Jungkook’s dick throbbed painfully hard when he pulled out of you with a slight pop. You eyed his red member, slightly hypnotized by how pretty it looked and you dropped to your knees wordlessly.
Jungkook watched you slip down on your knees in front of him and it took him a moment to process what was going on. He was hard, so fucking hard he couldn’t think straight and it wasn’t until your hands held his thighs, eyeing his cock hungrily did he realize what you wanted to do. He brought a hand fo attempt and gently brush your hair back, “Y/n, baby, you don’t have t—oh fuck.”
His jaw went slack when your hands circled his base, your lips on his tip and taking him down your throat suddenly. Your nose brushed against the base of his cock, eyes watering as you tried relaxing your throat around him and he nearly stumbled back with surprise, “Y/n.”
You ignored his call of your name, and began to bob your head against his length, your tongue licking along the thick vein you discovered earlier and feeling his hands sink into your hair to guide you, “That’s it, fuck.”
Jungkook looked at his reflection in the mirror, turned on by the way your head was seen bobbing against his length and his body was overheating so much he had to pull his shirt over his toned chest to cool down. It gave him a perfect view of the way his cock disappeared between your lips.
The thought of having you like this hadn’t dawned on him yet but now he couldn’t forget it. The memory would always be ingrained in his mind and although he doesn’t know if he’ll never get a chance to do this again, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
You gradually began to pick up the pace, using your hands to hold closed fists around his cock to help stroke what didn’t fit in your mouth. You swallowed and bobbed around his dick hungrily, moaning around him and hollowing your cheeks when you would pull your head back until only his tip was between your lips.
As ashamed as he was to admit it, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back anymore. Still wanting to warn you, he tried to guide your head off him, “I’m close.”
All it did was push you to take him deeper, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and sucked. Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut with a loud growl as his orgasm hit him harder than it had in a very long time.
You coughed as his cum sprayed down your throat, thick and creamy with a bittersweet taste that you tried to lick up. You would’ve cleaned him off fully despite his legs shaking but he pulled you off. He pulled his softening dick out of your wet mouth with a huff, panting heavily as he looked down at you.
“Y/n,” his voice was dry, pulling you up to your feet, “That was…”
He couldn’t even get the words out as he watched you lick the corner of your lips and without thinking about it, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You kissed him back with need, moaning against him as his tongue circled around yours hungrily, not caring for the way he tased on you. You only broke away to catch your breath, realization dawning at you as you looked at his messy appearance that surely mirrored yours.
You sat against the counter for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook did the same. The two of you were silently readjusting your clothes again and you needed just a moment to yourself. He looked at you, buttoning his jeans back up, “Is everything… okay?”
“Yeah, um, can I just get a minute,” You said with a hoarse voice trying to pretend like you couldn’t see the way his shoulders slumped down. With a short nod of his head, he left the bathroom to let you wash up and for a moment you just looked at yourself in the mirror.
Your reflection looked different, maybe because what you had just done was so out of character and with your best friend’s ex but… why did it feel right?
Jungkook wondered what would happen now, if you expected him to leave the room or wait for you but he wanted to be with you. He didn’t want to walk out and think that because he got something he’s been wanting for years now, he’ll just leave. He knows the others are looking for him, mostly because he’s gotten a few texts now asking where he’s at but he can’t bring it in himself to care. When you opened the bathroom door into the dark room, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, rushing to his feet, “Are you sure everything is fine?”
“Yeah, yes,” you nodded stiffly, “If you want to go out there with everyone else that’s fine. I won’t be upset or anything.”
“Well, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come back to mine?”
The first thing you noticed the following morning aside from the sun shining down on your face was the heavy arm across your waist. It made your eyes flutter awake with a small huff leaving your lips as you attempted to stretch your limbs but it tightened around you, securing you closer to Jungkook’s naked chest.
“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily into your hair as he hugged you closer.
“What time is it?” You asked awkwardly, trying to sit up making his arm slide to your hips instead. You reached for your cell phone, eyes widening by the number of text messages.
miyoung: bye I was drunkkkkkk 😳
miyoung: did I 🤮 at all?
miyoung: r u alive
miyoung: helloooooooo
A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you read it over. Either she couldn’t remember how upset she was in the car or she’s going to pretend like nothing at all happened.
God, what did you do?
“Y/n,” Jungkook grumbled tiredly, “Lay back down.”
“I should go,” You bit your lip nervously. If Miyoung forgot what happened last night then maybe she forgot about Jungkook asking you and won’t know you… slept with him. Fuck, were you a bad friend?
He dated your best friend and dumped her out of the blue making it obvious he wanted nothing to do with her and here you are letting him fuck you in the bathroom. What did that make you? You had a poor lapse of judgment last night, you acted out of character and hadn’t been behaving like yourself at all.
“Why?” He sat up suddenly, “You don’t work today, right? Why don’t we go grab breakfast—well, brunch.”
You looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from taking in his appearance. He had bed hair, no shirt on and his blanket draped over his waist. He failed to take off his jewelry last night so he still wears silver chain necklaces around his neck and leather bracelets. You couldn’t possibly spend time with him still. It wasn’t right, right?
Just as you were ready to give him your answer, your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. You looked down at the screen and a picture of you and Miyoung displayed on the screen that had Jungkook huffing quietly and laying back down, close to giving up.
In all honesty, you weren’t in the mood to talk to her. It still bothered you by how harsh she was last night but there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember and… “Hello?”
“Tell me why I have a raging headache when I barely drank last night?” Miyoung said immediately once the call went through, “It’s your fault y’know for upsetting me.”
You couldn’t see her but she was walking on a treadmill in her apartment acting like everything was completely normal. Jungkook didn’t care for your conversation either but he was focused on the way you looked first thing in the morning.
You looked cute, undeniably cute with circles under your eyes and a disheveled appearance. You wore an oversized shirt of his so you wouldn’t have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes and he loved it. You looked good in his clothes.
Without thinking, he sat up and pressed his lips to yours in a short and surprising kiss. You flinched back with confusion, nearly dropping your phone in the process but he backed away with a small smile. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t stop from smiling and it annoyed you when he placed a gentle kiss against your neck that made you feel flustered. You almost forgot you were on the phone when he leaned in for a kiss again and one you would surely grant.
“But I forgive you,” Miyoung said suddenly.
“What?”
“I forgive you, I’m over it,” Miyoung said with a shrug you couldn’t see, “Our friendship means more to me than Jungkook and I know you would never do anything that you know would upset me so… it’s whatever. In the past.”
“Wait,” You held up a hand to Jungkook as you said it to the both of them, “When did I apologize?”
He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern as Miyoung went on, “I mean, we both know you were going to. I’m just letting you know it’s alright.”
“No, Miyoung, I wasn’t going to,” you couldn’t help but scoff, “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Technically.
Jungkook raised his brows, surprised by your tone and a little turned on? Was that okay to say?
“I didn’t mean it like that, but you know… you were flirting with the guy who dumped me,” Miyoung said, “It’s fine, whatever, you want to flirt with Jungkook, I don’t care anymore I just thought I meant more to you as a friend.”
You didn’t say anything for a moment as you looked down at Jungkook who couldn’t seem to go more than a minute without attention. He had your free hand in his measuring your size difference and you released a sigh, “You know what, I’m kind of busy right now so I’ll call you later.”
Miyoung wasn’t able to get a word in before you ended the call, turning your attention to Jungkook, “You’re getting me in trouble, sir.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” he said, biting back a grin, “How should I make it up to you? Brunch?”
“You’re still thinking about that?” You asked with a slight laugh.
It was strange trying not to let your best friend’s feelings bring you down too.
“I’m hungry,” Jungkook said, hand on his toned stomach for detail.
“I don’t have clothes or, I don’t know, a toothbrush,” you couldn’t help but sound sarcastic, falling back on the bed with an arm on his chest.
“Don’t worry, I got you.”
In the end you caved to his incessant begging and found yourself dressed as casual as ever with an oversized tee and the skirt you wore last night clashing horribly. The only thing that had you regretting it was what stood [parked] in front of you.
“You’re not serious, are you?” You asked as you watched him walk up to you with a helmet in his hands, “I can’t get on that.”
“You can,” Jungkook said, putting it over your head, “I’m a very safe driver.”
“What about your car?” You asked nervously as he buckled[?] you into the head gear, “Can’t we just go in that.”
“We can but that won’t impress you,” Jungkook snorted a laugh as he got his own helmet on, “Come on Y/n, I won’t kill you, don’t worry.”
With a small sigh you nodded, letting him lead you to the bike and he swung a leg over to straddle it and patted the seat right behind him. Frankly, you didn’t care that you were in a skirt. You know that there’s an appropriate way for people in skirts to straddle something but you cared more about living so you straddled it the way he did. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he felt the softer touch of your hands on his waist and without saying a word, he pulled you into him suddenly. Your chest was pressed to his back and your arms snug around his waist.
“Atta girl, no time to be shy now,” he chuckled, feeling you smack his arm playfully.
If he were being honest, he liked this side of you. He’s never seen it before and it was breathtaking and enjoyable. Before when you were just classmates you were still stand offish from him and the only night he got you to open up was the first time he ran into you and met Miyoung. It was short lived and once he dated her, he rarely got to see you alone.
When he got back, you would barely even look at him yet whatever spurred last night’s events seemed to open up new possibilities for you two. You haven’t talked about what happened but he’s expecting it almost excitedly.
Jungkook’s hand ran up your thighs, securing you to him as he started up the motorcycle, feeling the smoothness of your leg and teasing the end of your skirt with a small tug, “Ready?”
He felt you squeeze harder before taking off.
The cafe was small and filled with warmth making this feel oddly close to a date… which is probably because it was? You’re still not sure how to take it.
“Did I really get you in trouble?” Jungkook asked as he cut his breakfast sandwich in half before doing the same with yours. When you looked at him he looked concerned by the notion. You didn’t have to ask to know what he was referring to and you couldn’t help but sigh, “Not really, sorry, it was more my fault than any—“
“Why though?” Jungkook cut you off, “Why is it always your fault? You can’t talk to me now?”
“You know we didn’t just talk,” you bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t meet his gaze and he didn’t like that.
He huffed in annoyance, “But she doesn’t know, or does she? I mean, what does it matter?”
“You dated. She’s my best friend and it bothers her, I already feel guilty for what happened last night—not that I regret it, don’t get me wrong but… well, it’s just confusing and it upsets her,” You rambled, still defending Miyoung even when she was slowly getting under your skin.
“We dated so long ago, it was such a short fling,” Jungkook said with a laugh as he went back to eating, “And she dumped me so why does it matter if you and I get together?”
“I don’t know, I just… she’s my best frie—wait, what did you say?” You met his stare suddenly making him set down his coffee cup to answer.
“She dumped me so why can’t you and I…” he stopped. Did you mean for him to repeat the part about being with you? Did you want him to say it again, maybe use the right words this time?
Why is he saying Miyoung dumped him? You remember the day exactly.
Miyoung called you while you were studying in the library late one night, not fully in tears but clearly under duress and she couldn’t stop herself from letting her emotions get to her. She went on to tell you how Jungkook dumped her suddenly over a phone call because he wasn’t interested anymore and was just using her or something.
You remember because you left the library to go comfort her and you almost ran into him on campus and he wouldn’t even look you in the eye…
He dumped her because he got bored, that’s why she asked you to stop talking to him. He was just like every other guy according to her and you owed her the promise to avoid him. It was you who introduced them anyway and…
Why is it that any guy you’ve ever thought you’ve liked would fall for her instead, only to dump her and in return make her ask you to not speak to them again?
Jungkook wasn’t the first so when she asked you to avoid him, it bothered you a little but you soon got over it and did as told.
You always do as told without questioning it.
“You broke up with her.”
He chuckled, shaking his head no, “I was going to but she beat me to it. I don’t know how honest you want me to be this early in the day.”
“Tell me,” you urged him on.
“I wanted to break up with her but I had this sick feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to talk to you as much anymore or it would be awkward so I stuck it out,” Jungkook said it with a shrug, “But then she dumped me and suddenly you won’t even look at me so it was worse for me, I guess.”
Your eyebrows stitched together with confusion, “What are you saying? Why did you care if I talked to you or not? You went for Miyoung the second you met her—“
“That’s not true, actually,” Jungkook confessed, deciding if you wanted honesty he would give it even if it embarrassed him, “I wanted you.”
“And when I met her, I was obviously there at the bar trying to talk to you but she kept butting in and next thing I know, you were off talking to Yoongi and ignoring me,” Jungkook went on, “To be honest, I was kind of insecure back then, like really insecure and I was trying to get you to notice me but everytime someone would cu—“
“Jungkook, stop, I just… no, you did not like me, you dated Miyoung,” You cut him off, fidgeting in your seat anxiously, “It’s fine, it’s in the past.”
“No it’s not fine and I asked how honest you wanted me to be and you told me to tell you so I’m going to,” Jungkook said more seriously, “I was insecure, alright? I had just moved to the city and I shared class with this pretty, incredibly smart girl who would barely give me any time of day. Honestly it was kind of depressing, I was kinda depressed at the time and I needed a boost to talk to you so I asked Miyoung and… she said you were into someone else so I was pretty bummed out. Then she’s kind of just everywhere and she actually tries to talk to me so when she asks me out, I say yes but I realize I still have to see you.”
“And I liked being around you even though I probably shouldn’t have because technically I was dating her at this point and I realized that I practically screwed up whatever chance I might have had with you,” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself anymore. He was saying whatever was on his mind, barely giving you time to process any of it before continuing, “Yes, I know it’s fucked up because whenever I thought it might work and I might catch real feelings for her, you would came around and they just went out the window. So it was getting harder and harder to keep pretending and I wanted to break up with her but I was worried you wouldn’t talk to me anymore.”
“She beat me to it and dumped me because she was bored and I was relieved, honestly, but then I see you on campus and you can’t even look at me anymore,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “Then life went on, I moved away, moved back, ran into you again and…”
“And what?” You asked breathlessly, lips dry and completely frozen in your seat.
He looked at you warmly, “I found you, everything just came back and I knew I didn’t want to lose you a second time. I wanted to ask you out the first night at the bar but you didn’t even want to talk to me so I tried again last night and you were so ready to blow me off when Miyoung came along. I don’t know what made you come back to the party and I don’t want you thinking I’m some sleazy guy who acts like that with just anyone. I was just… it was unexpected and I had been waiting years for something to happen between us.”
Suddenly, this didn’t feel like an easy brunch inside a warm and cozy cafe anymore. In all honesty, it felt a little suffocating now and you don’t know how to explain it, but you didn’t want to be here. So much has just been thrown at you and you don’t think you can handle it all.
What did he mean that he liked you first?
Why had Miyoung told him you were into someone else? You learned to stop sharing who you liked with her so long ago and had never once told her anything like that in school. Why couldn’t she just have asked you? Why did she ask him out after he made it known he wanted you?
You don’t care that he said yes, that really was in the past for you. Now you’re more focused on why someone who was supposed to be your best friend would act so sneaky? What did she gain from it?
Why did she lie and say he dumped her? Was it just so she can paint him as a villain and make you not want to talk to him anymore? Why would she do that?
“Y/n?” He called your name waiting for you to respond to him but you just sat there stunned, “I’m sorry, I know I was a piece of shit for dating her when I wanted you bu—Y/n.”
Your mind is filled with questions that you couldn’t answer and it was overwhelming. The cafe felt suddenly overwhelming and you just had to get out of there, so you did.
“Earth to Y/n, I don’t know how long you plan on ignoring the world but I know you’re not too busy with work to ignore your friends.”
Tacky, Taehyung was so very tacky leaving a concerning voicemail. Who left voicemails these days?
And he was being dramatic, he’s acting like you’ve fallen off the face of the Earth but that’s not true. You’ve just been holed up at either the office or your home for the past week, avoiding any call or text from anyone so you could be alone with your thoughts.
Alright it’s been over a week, almost two and maybe it is a little concerning but you’re telling yourself you’re just being dramatic.
“Y/n you better open the door before I break it down,” Taehyung’s muffled voice boomed from the other side of your front door and you begrudgingly went to let him in.
“Relax, I’m not dead,” You muttered under your breath as you let him in.
“Damn near!” Taehyung said loudly as he let himself through the door, “What is up with you? You haven’t responded to any text I was beginning to get worried.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled as you flopped down onto your couch, “I’ve just been tired.”
“Too tired to answer the phone?” Taehyung asked sitting down next to you, “Miyoung, I get. Ignore her all you want but me? What did I ever do to you? What’s up with you? I haven’t talked to you since the party. Did something happen?”
With a small sigh, you let your head rest against the back of the couch, “I slept with Jungkook.”
“Really?” Taehyung seemed genuinely surprised, “So fallout with Miyoung I’m assuming? Look, I personally don’t get why you try to make her happy but she’ll get over it. Did you like it? Like him?”
“Yes, I don’t know, I’m confused, I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you admitted, “And I feel so dumb because this shouldn’t be a big deal.”
“Alright well I need you to rewind and explain things better so my pea brain can handle it,” Taehyung made himself comfortable, “You’ve gone Ghost for over a week, I want to know why. Was it because of Jungkook? Miyoung? If you think sleeping with him makes you a bad friend the—“
“She’s a liar,” you cut in, “And it shouldn’t bother me so much because she’s my best friend but that’s why it bothers me, Tae. I’ve known her for so long, and I’ve always tried to be a good friend to her but it was never enough. So I tried harder and harder because who else would be there for me like her but… now that I’m looking back on it, I don’t think she’s ever cared about me as much as I care about her and it sucks, honestly.”
Taehyung wanted to tell you so many people cared about you but he wanted you to say whatever you needed to say first.
“You know what Jungkook said? He said Miyoung knew he apparently liked me before and still asked him out—and lied about how I felt about him,” You said, “And okay, why would I fight over a guy with my best friend but now that I’m thinking about it… it’s fucked up right? She lied that he dumped her and begged me to avoid him. You saw how she acted the other night just because he talked to me. What was that about?”
You weren’t going to go into full detail about the past because you owed Jungkook enough to not tell Taehyung about everything he said but he needed context.
“And I know it’s in the past so I should just move on but I can’t,” You admitted, “I still like him but if I… I get with him Miyoung would never let me forget that she dated him first, even if he liked me. It’s just all so confusing and overwhelming and it sucks that I’m letting it get to me like this but… it’s not fair.”
Once again, Taehyung didn’t say anything but he could tell you were feeling emotional by the way your voice began to shake.
“I like him, and not in the way I liked him before but I like this new him too, and it’s not fair that even if she lied or even if she snaps at me about shit that doesn’t matter, I will still feel guilty,” You finished.
“Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “Obviously I don’t know everything that happened back then but… I think that if you feel for him what he feels for you, it shouldn’t matter what she says. And honestly, I just… I wish you could see that there are so many people who care about you so much and you don’t have to put up with being belittled by someone who is supposed to be your best friend just because you have history. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the past, if it’s upsetting you now then clearly it still matters so don’t try to downplay your emotions.”
“But she’s my best friend,” your lip quivered.
“Then what am I?” He forced his lip to quiver as well.
“You’re my best friend too,” you sniffled.
Taehyung mimicked your expression, “Then as your best friend, I’m telling you to stop trying to make excuses for people who don’t treat you right—and go fix it with this guy.”
“Bu—“
“Y/n, I know you,” Taehyung sighed, “And I know that you’re not going to do anything if you think it upsets her but she doesn’t deserve a friend like you. You deserve to go be with whoever you want. I don’t care about what she says and at this point neither should you. I know that right now it’s confusing and you’re overwhelmed but if you’ve been ignoring me you’ve been ignoring him—I hope because if it’s just me that’s cold—and if the girl I had feelings for ghosted me… I’d be hurt.”
Jungkook was not hurt. He was… y'know, perfectly fine and that’s what he kept telling himself. It’s not like you made any real sign of feeling something for him too after hooking up and maybe that had just been a casual, one time thing. He can handle that, he’s grown.
Sure, he sort of spilled his damn heart out to you just for you to storm off on him and not reach out to him in days but he’s not bothered by it at all. That’s why when his two closest friends called Saturday night asking him to go clubbing… he said yes.
It was a chance to possibly let it go, forget it even, but it wasn’t easy. He was aware that he was possibly reading too into what happened the other night but could you blame him? You’re suddenly all about him and spend the night at his place where you wake up in his arms before going out to eat. It was like the perfect set up for a what if yet it went all wrong. Clearly it was his fault for being hopeful.
“So who else did you say is meeting us here?” Jungkook asked Hoseok for confirmation as he passed him a drink. The music played loudly in his eardrums that it was borderline painful and he wanted to leave more than anything but there was that stupid what if in his head.
“Jimin’s joining later on and so is Namjoon and his girl,” Hoseok said as he made sure everyone else had what they ordered, “Oh, and Y/n too, I think.”
“Y/n?” Jungkook tried clarifying. Hoseok smiled, “I know, it’s weird, Y/n seriously rarely comes out but all of a sudden she’s starting to more. I mean, lately she has, probably since around the time you got back?”
Jungkook let his friend go off to do whatever he wanted while he stood there seemingly frozen. Tonight would be the first time in days that he sees you—talks to you—and he’s not sure how to handle it. There’s nothing he can do about it either because he hasn’t confided in anyone yet but it’s painfully obvious that he’s waiting for you.
Yoongi noticed first, like he usually did, and tried talking to him, “What’s up with you? You’ve been antsy since the party, will you finally tell me where you ran off to?”
“Yeah man, don’t think we didn’t notice when you disappeared,” Jin said with a slight wink, “We just want to know with who.”
“Y/n.”
He could see you from the corner of his eye when you joined them at a table they had found. You came with Jimin by your side and a shy smile on your face. He assumed it was Hoseok who had screamed your name considering how he hogged your attention with a huge grin and Jungkook felt nervous all of a sudden.
As embarrassing as it was, Jungkook had nearly forgotten what he was asked until he looked back at Yoongi and Jin who looked at him expectantly. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged, “Did you guys miss me too much?”
“Sneaky guy, don’t change the subject,” Jin laughed before letting Jungkook shift his attention back to you, making it painfully obvious where he was focused.
You felt a little nervous to be out tonight but after what you had talked about with Taehyung, you knew he was right. You acted strange with Jungkook after he opened up his side of things to you and it was plain wrong. Part of you isn’t even sure if he’s actually interested or not since he didn’t reach out to you this week and it made you wonder if he was really upset.
And if he was, would that mean that he didn’t want to speak to you?
“I need a drink,” you mumbled to yourself more than to the others but it made a good excuse to at least try. You looked at Jungkook for the first time since you got there and cleared your throat to awkwardly ask, “Jungkook, do you mind going with me?”
“Get me another, will ya?” Yoongi asked with a sudden wink that made Jungkook do a double take. Was he winking over the drink or him leaving with you?
He nodded his head in response and without question followed you to the bar once more. The bar was packed from all sides and Jungkook had to fight his way to the counter working as a barrier from people pushing at you. If he were to be honest, he wanted to skip the questions and get close to you again but he had to stay strong. He needed answers, right?
“Are we good?” Was the only thing he could think to ask.
You looked at him warmly, sitting down on the stool at the counter with him standing close to you, his hand itching to reach for you. Your lip caught between your teeth as you nodded, “Are we?”
For some reason he didn’t expect to be asked that back. It made him wonder if he thought you were. It was undeniably embarrassing to have you walk out on him like that after he thought it had been going good but did that mean he was truly upset with you?
“Yeah,” he nodded stiffly, blinking nervously and looking to the bartender who noticed them a while ago but had to attend to earlier customers first, “But uh, I guess I am just a little confused by it all. Did I do something to upset you? Was it what I said?”
“No, no, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you,” You blurted out, “It was me, I wasn’t thinking straight and I feel really bad about leaving like that.”
“Then why didn’t you just call or even text me?” Jungkook asked honestly, “I… I think that’s what bothered me the most.”
You looked down at your hands, “I'm sorry. I didn’t talk to anyone, seriously, and I did think about reaching out to you but I don’t know, I’m really bad at explaining things.”
“Well can you try? I know it was sudden but I thought it had been going good,” Jungkook said and the longer he tried getting to the bottom of this, the more annoyed he felt that you couldn’t just say it, “I think I’ve made it clear now how I feel about you and all I’m asking is for you to do the same.”
“I—yes,” you stumbled over your words, “I mean, I’m trying to be clear now but I’m doing a shit job at it. I did have a good time with you but it was honestly, really out of character for me to yknow… and then the whole Miyoung thing and I’m sorry but it was just a lot all at once. It’s definitely not fair to you that I acted that way, but I do have feelings for you.”
He let out a sigh, feeling unsure how to take it and stuck between wanting to smile in relief and wanting to be upset. You didn’t text him, nothing. How is that fair? He wanted to reach out to you but after the way you left he thought he would just make it worse if he kept bothering you. The bartender finally got to you two and he let you speak first as he tried gathering his thoughts a little more.
“But what does this mean?” Jungkook asked now, “I want you and you want me, right? So, what does this mean Y/n because right now I’m still confused by it all. If it’s because of Miyoung then—“
“No, it’s not, honestly,” You said, reaching for him, pinching the bottom of his shirt between your fingers to pull him toward you, “I don't care what she thinks anymore, I like you and I should have just said that from the beginning.”
The pull was harsh and had him looking down with his lips slightly parted in surprise, “Y/n, you’re not being fair.”
You knew it. You knew you probably ruined your chance now and coming to see him had just been a waste. You nearly let go of him when he continued, “You can’t ignore me and walk out on me and then just tell me you want me too, expecting everything to be fine.”
He had to be tough. He can’t just let it go even though you’re saying everything he wants to hear.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you said with a slight frown, “I can leave if you want me to.”
“Ugh,” he groaned, unable to help himself anymore as he closed the distance between you two. He circled an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, “Why would I want you to leave when I’ve been waiting for you to get here?”
“What?” You asked, hands finding his waist as he held you, “I thought you were mad.”
“I was,” Jungkook said, “So you don’t know how annoyed I am with myself right now. All it takes is for you to sweet talk me a bit and give me those eyes of yours for me to fold, that’s embarrassing.”
“Jungkook,” you said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I should have texted you and if you want to be mad, I get it. If you want to think it over an—“
“And what if I don’t?” He asked looking down at your pouty lips and glossy eyes, “What if I just want to let it go and be with you without any more problems? Can I do that?”
His tone was surprisingly firm and you couldn’t do anything but nod, “Okay.”
It didn’t change the fact that you still felt bad because it seemed like you were being let off the hook easily but what else could you do? Jungkook really did seem ready to move past it and that’s why you came here in the first place. You just hadn’t expected it to be so easy and it made you feel bad.
When your drinks were ready, you opened up a tab despite his protests to just put it on his and the two of you got back to the group like nothing had happened. There was still a lot that needed to be talked about before you told anyone about what happened but it’s not like they were all oblivious.
Jimin, for instance, had been keeping an eye on you two at the bar since you left and had seen the majority of your conversation but he didn’t bring it up. Instead he watched silently for your little glances in each other’s direction and shy smiles. It was obvious to Yoongi too that Jungkook was in a much better mood now than earlier and it wasn’t hard for him to figure out why.
Perhaps for the same reason you had suddenly started joining them more often, being more comfortable too.
It had been a slow start for the two of you after the night at the club. Neither one of you seemed to want to rush into things but at times there was a strong pull. Tonight was going to be your first official date but you were keeping that information to your friends until you figure out if this works or not.
Jungkook picked you up from your apartment and drove to a nice restaurant where the two of you sat for dinner. He was very attentive to you, making sure your glass was always full and all your needs met and it was a surprisingly good feeling to be taken care of this way. You’ve dated in the past but you can’t say you’ve always chosen the right ones. You had a tendency to lean toward the ones who were overly forward with you because in your mind there was no doubt they liked you.
At first it would be nice but then you would realize that it was more of a conquering feeling to them than actually wanting to be with you and you would be left heartbroken. That’s part of why you rarely put yourself out there.
Jungkook is different though, he always has been. When you first met him he was forward but aloof. You never expected him to actually like you because you couldn’t see the signs clearly and the way things turned out it just never worked. Now that he’s been back he’s almost like an entirely different person in the sense that he’s ready to go for what he wants and it’s sort of admirable.
If you had been able to do that back then maybe you would have had him sooner but there was no point in dwelling in the past. He was here now and so were you. Honestly, knowing that there's something that’s been brewing between you two for a long time made it easier to feel confident around him.
“Why are you so pretty?” Jungkook couldn’t help but ask even if his mouth was full. He was trying not to smile too as he said that.
“Oh my god,” You felt your face heat up, tempted to hide behind your hand. It took you a moment to think of a response and it was surprising for the both of you to hear you say, “Why are you?”
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes of not seeming too affected by your words. It didn’t work and he broke out into a grin, “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Dinner was filled with small flirting here and there. It’s crazy how well you and him seemed to get along when you stopped worry about other things. He made you smile, really smile and you made him feel giddy whenever he talked to you. He wanted to spend his night with you and nobody else.
“Are we going to meet with everyone else after this?” You asked as he pulled your chair out for you and you got up from the table. After some back and forth arguing, he eventually took care of the bill despite your protests and the night felt near its finish much to your disappointment.
It was the weekend and you’ve been trying to go out with your friends more and they had asked to meet up later—but both you and Jungkook had to tell them maybe.
“Do we have to?” He asked, taking your bag in one hand and holding yours with the other, “You think they’ll get a little suspicious if we’re both gone?”
You walked with him across the restaurant toward the entrance. You weren’t paying much attention to the people you passed, “I’m sure they know.”
Your response surprised him a bit and he couldn’t help but ask, “Really? Has it been that obvious?”
“Yeah, Jimin called me out on it the other night,” you shrugged, reaching for your bag to look for chapstick while he led you to the front. You couldn’t meet his eyes because you sensed where this was going.
“What’d he say?” Jungkook asked slowing his pace for you.
You blinked nervously, distracting yourself with your lipbalm as you tried sounding casual, “He asked why we were being so sneaky at the bar.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, opening the door for you as he said, “Damn, what did you say?”
“I said because we’re together.”
You tried being slick about it and slide past him without much attention but it was useless. He stood in front of you with a smile on his face, “Oh, we are? I don’t remember you clarifying that. Can you remind me when you asked me to be your man?”
“Oh god, don’t act like that,” you whined shyly.
“I’m sorry baby, I gotta hear you say it with your own words. What’d you tell him?” Jungkook blocked your path, hands finding your waist and keeping you from running. He liked making you flustered and you had no idea how you left him with a racing heart.
You pouted, looking at him seriously, “Jungkook.”
The two of you stood outside the restaurant looking like a playful couple that maybe had one too many drinks but it was all Jungkook’s fault. He wouldn’t let it go to rest and even had the nerve to smirk as he teasingly said, “That’s not how you say ‘Boyfriend’.”
“You’re ridiculous, we talked about this,” you said, focused on his chest to hide your embarrassment.
Jungkook just grinned mischievously, “What did you tell him?”
“I said you were my boyfriend,” you mumbled into his chest.
“Your what?” He asked trying to step back and get a good look at your face, “Come on baby, don’t get shy on me now.”
You whined, “Jung—“
“Your what?” He was laughing now, not caring for whoever might pass them and stare because he felt good. Too good to be affected by a stranger’s judgement.
“My boyfriend,” you sighed with embarrassment, “You heard me the first time, goof.”
“That’s what I thought, alright, you ready to go?” He asked with a chuckled as he took your hand in his ready to walk with you to the car.
“Y/n?”
You both stopped in your step, wondering if it really was your name you had heard. You looked back toward the rest, eyes threatening to widen with surprise as you looked at the person who stood at the entrance. She was with a group of people all headed inside but when she saw you, she stopped.
“Miyoung, hey,” You cleared your throat awkwardly, your demeanor changing completely.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked as her eyes trailed behind you where Jungkook was looking at you with worry and confusion. He wanted to make sure everything would be alright, knowing how Miyoung would react. He didn’t want your good night to be ruined over something petty.
“What do you mean? I’m uh, I was just having dinner,” you said stiffly, looking back at Jungkook which proved to be a mistake because it seemed to solidify his presence to her.
“With jungkook?” She asked with a snappy tone. Miyoung shooed away her friends, telling them to go in without her as she approached you.
“Yeah.”
“Why?” Her brow arched with amusement, clearly ticked off and in disbelief by what she saw before her. Like usual, the situation seemed much worse than it really was.
It was time for you to be up front. What’s the point in putting yourself out there and letting yourself open up to him if you wouldn’t have the courage to make it known? You swallowed dryly, “Because we’re… dating.”
Jungkook had stepped back from the situation, not wanting to worsen it so he stood off by a light post not too far for a smoke break. He tried distracting himself with lighting his cigarette but he couldn’t help but freeze up when you said that. It brought a shy smile to his face as he waited for you to finish.
“No, you’re not,” Miyoung scoffed looking back at Jungkook as if betrayed by him too. You blinked with confusion, what did she mean you’re not? Did she expect you to be joking or back down? “We are.”
Miyoung stood in front of you now, slightly taller, “Y/n, you’ve been ignoring me for weeks and now you’re saying you’re dating my ex boyfriend? What kind of friend are you?”
This time it was you who scoffed lightly, looking away from her to try and process what you would say but you had spent too much time already trying to think it over, “The thing is, um, I’ve been kind of wondering the same about you.”
“Me?” She looked down at you genuinely taken back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and tried to gather the courage to just say it. You could feel Jungkook around, listening but giving you space and it was like a push start for you to say what was really on your mind, “I’m just tired of feeling like I’m the only one who puts effort into being friends and I don’t see the point in always fighting. We’re not together, we don’t have to be friends if it always has to be some sort of argument. It’s getting tiring at this point and I think maybe it’s best we just distance ourselves from each other.”
“You’re kidding, right? I’m like the only person who really cares about you, Y/n. Don’t act stupid.”
Although that made Jungkook want to intervene and tell her how very wrong she was, he didn’t. He didn’t want to speak for you. He knew you could speak for yourself and he should let you, even if he was itching to cut in.
“No, I don’t think you are. I know you think you are so you always tell me you are, but you’re not. People like me for me and not just because I’m friends with you,” you said coldly and your tone was definitive it left her speechless. It had to be one of the first times you were ever remotely close to snappy with her and she didn’t expect it.
“I know it’s hard for you to think of me as my own person but I don’t have to do what you want,” You said, “And I think you only boss me around and act sneaky behind my back because you’re threatened by me.”
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What you said left her rendered quiet. You waited too, waited to see if she would tell you to stand down but she didn’t and you didn’t give her time too, “ But I think I should go, I don’t want to bother your dinner any longer—and uh, maybe we just shouldn’t contact each other anymore.”
Jungkook had forgotten about his smoke break, jaw nearly to the floor at how confident you sounded. It was obvious you had never spoken to Miyoung that way but she couldn’t even deny what you said. You did it so casually and like you couldn’t care less which made you seem mature compared to Miyoung’s tantrums.
“Why was that kind of hot?” Jungkook asked as you finally reached him under the light post. Miyoung had stormed off with an evil glare that he ignored telling you how “You’re done”.
He looked down at you with hazed eyes, amazed and enamored. You scrunch your face curiously, “What was?”
“You, right now,” He chuckled, reaching for your hand in his, “Kind of scary too. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
“You’re exaggerating,” you tried to laugh it off, “I wasn’t mean, was I?”
It was so dumb of you to still be worried about it but you couldn’t help it.
“No, you were calm and casual but that was so scary,” Jungkook gasped dramatically, “Because I know you were mad at her—… it was mean but only a little and so very very hot, and you’re doing all this in that dress…”
Without meaning to be, Jungkook was sort of like your hype man. You were worried about being too harsh, you still are, but he made you feel better about it. Part of you will never not feel in the wrong for being with Jungkook but you’ve gotten the rest off your chest and it felt good. Maybe you were a bit mean or maybe you weren’t, you could never be entirely sure but Jungkook seemed to be on your side no matter what.
“You like my dress?” You asked him with a teasing smile as he held the car door open for you.
“I really do,” he played with his lip ring, looking down at you.
“Then take it off me.”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whispered to himself as he looked around the parking lot, “Here?”
You broke out into a laugh as you sat down. Your words got to him easier than you thought and he sighed, “You can’t say that shit to me, Y/n. I’ll actually do it.”
“Let’s go back to my place and see if you can keep your word then,” you told him, watching him close the door with a tense jaw just thinking about it.
You can’t do this to him. You can’t be shy and cute one second and then act like that. You can’t. That’s not fair to him. How is he supposed to not be affected when you say things that get his heart racing while looking so cute? Was this what it would be like dating you? Just constantly caught by surprise?
He did like the way you stood up for yourself. He liked that you spoke your mind more freely than before and he takes joy in hearing you flirt back. In the beginning it felt like he was the one always trying to get you to talk to him or notice him and now you’re saying things that make his head dizzy.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, yknow?” Jungkook asked after the painfully long car ride back to your apartment. He was removing his coat as you sat on the edge of your bed to undo your shoes.
You let out an amused laugh, “What do you mean?”
“I mean… you act all shy and innocent and then you say shit that…” Jungkook let out a groan, “I can’t explain it, you just drive me crazy.”
“In a good way or bad way?” You asked, following him with your eyes as he closed the space between you two until he was at the end of the bed standing in front of you.
“A good way,” he said softly, “I’m finding more sides of you I’ve never seen.”
“And you like it?” You asked shyly, feeling his hands curl around your jaw.
“I do, a lot,” he confessed brushing his lips against yours, “I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost my chance with you again.”
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NO PART TWO
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He's silent, but his actions alone are proof that he does not need words to speak to you- though his reasons for staying quiet are not because he can't, but because his voice will surely kill you.
Tags/Warnings: Siren!Jungkook, Human!Reader, forbidden lovers?, friends to lovers, Fluff, romance, suggestive themes (flirting, touching, cuddling), smut, Drama/Angst, more TBA
Inspired by Sing To Me
Length: Teaser is a bit over 500 words.
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-> Masterlist [unsure if this will be a Oneshot or not]
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She’s right.
You’ve never really seen Jungkook very far from the beaches or shores- he’s always around there, even has his home close to the waters. It doesn’t matter that he’s your friend, it is strange that he never talks, never so much as chuckles, never utters a sound towards you, or anyone else for that matter. You believed that maybe he was just very closed off after living alone for so long, that maybe he has his reasons, and you still believe that- but what might those reasons actually be?
A hand on your arm catches your attention, his eyes looking at your face to find a hint of what you might be thinking. When he can’t seem to find the answer he’s looking for his head tilts a little in question, jewelry on his ear moving like pendulums meant to hypnotize.
You can’t help but realize just how.. striking his features are. He is painfully beautiful to look at if you pay just a little bit of attention to it- from his rather tall build or the shape of his body to the soft curves of his cupid’s bow- beauty mark placed perfectly in the middle underneath his bottom lip.
Suddenly, you feel uneasy, and he visibly notices, face morphing into both worry and confusion.
He never speaks, and yet you’ve learned to read him by just his actions and expressions and the way his body sometimes moves. But is that really enough to consider you two friends? You know almost nothing about him, other than the fact that he is mute, that he doesn’t struggle with money, that he loves the sea and that he enjoys your company a lot.
“Jungkook..” you say, and he nods, encouraging you to speak to him because he wants to know what just happened to cause you to become uncomfortable. “…we’re friends, right?” You ask, and he again nods, more eagerly so, turning his entire body towards you on the couch to appear more open and inviting. Of course you’re friends to him.
If the world allowed it, you’d even be more if he was to be asked.
“And friends.. they don’t keep secrets from one another.” You continue, and it’s then that he swallows, that his eyes suddenly break contact, instead focusing on the tip of your nose to just appear as if he’s still looking at you just the same. But you know he’s not- you know by the way he blinks more often, how his lips twitch, how his hand rubs his leg for a second too long.
He’s nervous. He’s keeping a secret, just like the lady at the beach said.
“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, and at that, he becomes more visibly distressed, fully turning his face from you as if the answer to his predicament could be found somewhere around his home. He wants to tell you, wants to talk to you, but he also loves you.
And he knows, one word spoken past his lips, and this selfish dream will end in horror.
Summary: In hopes of clearing his name of all the misdemeanors he had done, Jeongguk's PR team thinks it’ll be a good stunt to date someone like you, who had the public's good side and who’s willing to co-star with him on a movie. It’s so unfortunate that your agent agreed to this.
Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader
Genre: enemies to lovers, fake dating, kinda slow burn
Status: ongoing
warnings: holy trinity (s/f/a), starts with angsty jk, dom!jk, sub!reader who hates her manager's idea, koo is bigger than oc (should be fun), edging, sexual tension, panic attacks, violence, attempted assault, sexual innuendo, mutual pinning + tags are specified in each chapter.
index
PROLOGUE
01: THE STAR & THE UNDERDOG (6.9k+ words)
02: DRIVE SAFE (5.9k+ words)
03: EDGING (5.1k+ words)
04: THREE-TWO-ONE 🔞 (6.7k+ words)
05: SEXTAPE 🔞 ()
06: WHATEVER THIS IS 🔞 ()
07: THE BREAKUP 🔞 ()
08: POSTSCRIPT ()
Jungkook, 6th bullet from first link plus "we only have to make it till blah blah 7hours away". Preferably enemies to lovers and he is dressed as a vampire 🤤
hmmm... I see how it is... 👀
pairing: jungkook from bts x reader (f.)
prompts: we’re in costume and I know exactly who you are but pretend I don’t so I have an excuse to make out with you just once & “We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away.”
genre: e2l au; murder mystery party au; smut; explicit
warnings: mature language; heavy petting; sexual content
words: 2.4k
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You never should have come to Seokjin’s Halloween party.
You should’ve, you should’ve known he was bound to pull something out of his ass. Besides, that’s what he’s best at. Surprising you with elaborate schemes you never claimed you wanted to be a part of and then being a part of nonetheless.
And now you’re stuck with the one person you’d rather jump off to a tank of piranhas instead of being in the same space as him.
Seokjin, as well, went full-on Halloween mood and prepared an elaborate Murder Mystery party that doubled as an escape room theme as well. Basically, you were supposed to escape the room you were in, together with as many people you were inside with and then use the clues you found to track down the killer.
What Seokjin failed to mention, or deliberately concealed, was that at the time of the announcement, wherever you were, immediately became your personal escape room. So once his announcement over the speakers came to an end, the door to the kitchen where you were currently in, was locked shut, leaving you inside to try and figure out a way out.
And now you’re stuck with Jungkook of all people.
Seriously you’d rather eat rat poison instead of being locked up in a room with him. And that’s a painful death.
Strangely enough, he hasn’t attempted to talk to you for the past fifteen minutes you’ve been locked in here. Usually, he’d try to rile you up with backhanded compliments or straight-up mockery but not tonight. Tonight, he sits at the other side of the room, eyes fleeting over the dark walls and fake cobwebs to hunt for some, any clue. But his gaze never falls on you. Like he’s trying to avoid you or something.
That’s a first.
You sigh with a raise of your shoulders. Yeah, it sucks to be stuck here with him but you should make the best out of the situation and work together if you want to get out. “So, got any idea what to do next?”
Once you speak, the vampire-dressed boy turns to look at you with wide, doe-like eyes. Damn him for looking so adorable in a vampire costume.
Well, it’s not exactly a vampire costume, you guess he couldn’t be bothered enough to buy an actual costume. So instead, he’s dressed in black, leather pants that hug his legs tightly, drawing attention to his thick thighs and his tiny, little, huggable waist. On top, he’s wearing a black shirt with white details and the first three buttons undone, revealing the expanse of his silky smooth looking chest. The audacity of this man! As if he’s not hot enough to have girls dying at his feet, he also has to tease them mercilessly with just a sliver of skin too!
To top it all off he’s wearing a black, leather jacket and his hair is styled with some kind of gel that makes it look wet all the time as if he just got out of the shower. He wears red contacts to complete the look with just a few droplets of red syrup running down his chin and neck.
You resist the urge to slap yourself back into focus and instead you mentally berate yourself.
Don’t let his hotness sidetrack you!
“I, uh...Honestly, no clue…” he says sheepishly, chuckling softly as he rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly. Your eyes widen just a tad and you find it hard to swallow, staring at what seems to be a shy Jungkook, something you never had the pleasure of seeing before. Until now.
Wait, why on earth is he acting shy in front of you? Is this a trick?
“So, how do you know Seokjin?” he says, attempting small talk and you have to physically stop yourself from staring at him bewildered.
What does he mean “how do you know Seokjin”? He was there when you first met, what the hell is he-.
Oh. He can’t recognize you.
It’s probably the mask.
You came into this party dressed as a fallen angel. Wearing a black, thin-strapped, mini dress, a slightly lighter corset on top, paired with black wings, lace gloves, a black halo and also black mask that covers your eyes. You weren’t really in the mood for putting too much makeup on and the mask was the perfect solution to that.
Hm. That could explain why he’s suddenly acting all shy towards you.
So he doesn’t know who you are? This could be interesting.
“Uh, I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you…” you reply teasingly, a thought popping into your mind and you indulge yourself no matter how ridiculous the idea is.
Your reply has the handsome man across from you do a double-take before a smile takes over his lips. It’s sincere, nor teasing or patronizing, and you admit that when he looks like that he’s completely irresistible.
“Ah, then I suppose same goes with your name…” is his witty remark and it’s your turn to smile.
“I’d like to maintain an aura of mystery around me…” you respond, not capable of hiding the loop-sided smile on your lips, as he smiles back.
“Ah, the epitome of a perfect guest.”
“I only try my best.”
A comfortable silence stretches between the two of you as you stare at each other with curious eyes. Jungkook bites his lip in thought and your eyes follow the movement to rest on his soft-looking lips. God, you swear you’d almost-.
“What about your name?” you say instead, trying to chase away any indecent thought.
Jungkook’s smile turns into a smirk as a teasing glint takes over his eyes. “Ah, allow me to maintain an aura of mystery around me as well as you so well put it,” he responds, resting his torso on the wall behind him and crossing his hands over his chest. The muscles ripple with the movement, arms and biceps bulging against the fabric and his chest puffs up to reveal more skin behind his shirt.
You lick your lips unconsciously, not realizing you’re doing it until Jungkook’s smirk turns deadly and you turn your gaze elsewhere to regain somewhat of your bearings.
“So…” Jungkook tries to get your attention again and once your eyes are back at him, he looks satisfied. “Do you have any clue what to do next?”
You laugh out loud at that. “Sorry, all my brain cells have been effectively fried off by the entirety of Seokjin’s dad jokes,” you joke and roaring laughter comes out of Jungkook as he throws his head back, revealing the expanse of his neck in all his glory.
Shit, is he doing this on purpose? Is he deliberately torturing you with peaks of his skin and muscles?
“What do you propose we do now? We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away,” he comments, recalling the rules of the game. The only way to get out is to find the missing clues. Otherwise, the doors unlock once the game has ended or until sunrise as Jungkook said.
A wild, incredible idea makes itself known and you bite your lip guiltily.
Should you? You shouldn’t.
But Jungkook’s looking at you like you’re dessert. Like he wants to strip you off your clothes and devour you whole. Normally you’d never get such a reaction no matter how hard you try.
And the truth is yes. You did try.
When are you gonna have this chance again?
So you push yourself off the wall. “I have an idea…” you whisper slowly, letting your hair fall on top of your naked collarbones as you take a step forward. Jungkook’s eyes widen for just a millisecond but nothing else betrays his thoughts at the moment. Except maybe his tight grip on his chest as he struggles to not make a move yet. You watch with interest as his muscles strain beneath his clothes as he keeps himself back. His eyes though remain glued on you, following your every move, every swing of your hips as they trail down your body in appreciation.
You find a certain level of confidence as you near him.
“...And what is that…?” he replies, almost breathless and finally you realize how fast he’s breathing, chest rising and falling with every breath. His nostrils flare up, taking in your sweet perfume and he almost leans in. Almost.
You resist the urge to tease him. Instead, an innocent look takes over your eyes as you finally stand in front of him. The heat of his body engulfs you, standing so close to you and yet you don’t dare to touch him yet. But with one swipe of your hand, you could feel his biceps, you could trace the muscles of his abdomen, the expanse of his chest, let your nails graze his neck or scratch his thighs.
Instead, with his eyes glued to you, you do something.
You gather the red syrup trickling down his neck on your finger. You let it trickle down your digit as you feel Jungkook’s erratic pulse beneath your skin and as you look at him through your eyelashes, you push your finger in your mouth to lick the red liquid.
Not once taking your eyes away from his.
Jungkook stares at you with heavy exhales, heart beating almost out of his chest as he curses softly under his breath.
Then his palms press against your hips to push you closer. Your body collides with his own, hard muscles meeting supple skin and his lips fall on yours.
A moan breaks free from your mouth, lips moving immediately against him, trying to get a taste of him. He lingers on your tongue, sucking your bottom lip between his own with a roughness you’ve never experienced before. It almost crosses to neediness and the thought has wetness pooling in your underwear.
Your hands fly to grasp at his hair, grabbing at his locks roughly and a high-pitched moan escapes his lips.
You can’t help but curse at the sound, feeling like music in your ears, diving immediately back into his lips as you press him hard against the wall. His palms land on your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and you roll your hips against him in appreciation.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me…” he whispers mysteriously before he dives into the skin of your neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones alternating between bites and suckling bruises into your skin and another moan rolls of your tongue as you press him more and more against you. As if you want him to mold into you, to fill every empty space and press against your skin until there’s an imprint of him there.
His leg wedges between your own to press his thigh against your mound and you cry out loud once his movements bring delicate friction to your clit.
“Shit, don’t stop…” you mutter softly, grasping tightly at his hair to press him more into your skin.
His big palms knead the flesh of your ass, driving your hips to move more against his thigh, sending electrifying pleasure to your clit, feeling as if your knees are about to give out.
“Fuck, fuck, flex your thigh…” you order him and he’s quick to oblige, flexing his muscles and pressing his thigh more against you. Quickly he turns you around, pressing you against the wall, trapping you between the cold concrete and his warm body.
Your hips begin moving on their own, soft rushed breaths escaping you as you chase your pleasure. Making Jungkook picture how you’d ride his cock, the filthy notion filling every crevice of his mind, his grip tightening on your ass and with another curse, showing how affected he is, his lips return to devour your own.
You moan out loud, hands falling on his shoulders to steady yourself, to get better leverage to move more confidently against him. But then one hand begins moving down, pressing roughly against his neck, dragging your nails down his chest and abdomen. Before your fingers dive into his pants to wrap roughly around his clothed cock.
He cries out loud, head falling on your shoulder as he struggles to breathe, hips moving immediately against your palm as both of you move to reach after your high.
You move your fingers slowly against his length at first, dragging the fabric across his velvety skin. A wet spot forms on the fabric near his tip and you press your thumb on it, a hiss tumbling from his tongue in response.
“Fuck, Y/N, do it again, fuck!”
And you almost do, as the sound of your name falling from his lips arouses you more.
But then your eyes fly open as you realize he’s not supposed to know that.
“What?” you say immediately, hand leaving his cock to push him back to stare into his widened eyes. Still, you don’t push him completely off of you so Jungkook takes this as a good sign.
Though his mouth opens and closes with no words coming out as he realizes he fucked up.
“I, uh…” he stutters, trying to find something to say with not very much success.
“You knew who I was?” you demand with wide eyes and stern voice and Jungkook would be lying if he said that didn’t make him a little bit harder.
Damn it, he needs to focus for a second and stop thinking with his dick.
“I…” he takes a breath before a heavy sigh escapes him, deciding to come clean. “Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but if I said anything you would’ve fought with me instead…” he says guiltily and you almost go into panic mode thinking what he must’ve thought when he realised you were also into him.
But then you collect yourself. You’re both fully-functioning adults (although the “fully” part is debatable), now knowing that both of you are into each other. There’s no need for acting humiliated and panicked.
You both know what you want.
You huff a stray hair out of your face. “And you think I won’t fight with you now?” you say sternly and Jungkook swallows nervously, but judging by the tent in his pants that thing swirling in his eyes isn’t only fear.
You push him down to his knees as you rest one leg over his shoulder with a heavy, domineering gaze and Jungkook’s eyes widen as he licks his lips in anticipation.
A wicked smirk takes over your lips and your eyes gleam with lust.
“Get your mouth ready, baby boy. It’s time for your punishment.”
Warnings: gosh where do I begin, swearing, sexual tension, tattooed JK, public makeout, jealousy, groping, duality, filthy talk like it should be illegal, domination, rough smut, JK pushes you into the wall, overstimulation, F receiving oral, fingering, fucking on every surface, crying, grinding, JK cums in his pants, couch sex, arrogant JK.
I was relieved at the idea of a Marvel movie marathon with all the guys in my apartment. But, as much as Scarlett Johansson in sexy tight costumes was a whole buffet for thought, my mind was eating somewhere else.
“Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?” he mocks along with Tony Stark, giggling and slapping his knees in amusement making popcorn go everywhere.
It was humiliating to think that Kook, wide-eyed and choking himself with obscene amounts of popcorn at one time could also be JK, the dangerous long-haired douche that made me press my legs together and hide my flush in the dark at even the memory of his touch. Why did I give in so easily?
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Bringing Jungkook as a plus one to my cousin’s wedding sounded like a genius idea at the time. I’ve known him since the beginning of school so it was easy to have fun making fun of everyone and everything and he was a hot college guy so I didn’t look completely boring and sad to judgy family members.
If only I realised it wasn’t other people I had to worry about but us.
After a few slow dances, suggestive exchanges and a lot of free champagne we scammed our way through later, my back hit the cold wall of the grand hallway. Kook is no more as we give in to each other’s lips, pressing me into the marble in a contagious mixture of moans and giggles. His white shirt is rolled up, exposing his veiny arms and fresh tattoos, and slightly unbuttoned. I could’ve busted on the spot.
“Taxi!”
He pulls me outside, making me stumble in the airy feeling his kisses gave me, the long tight dress and the heels I was wearing. We made it to the coat check before we gave in again. Jungkook’s hand pressed into my lower back perfectly while his other held his blazer, smiling through the slower deeper kiss as the jacket man awkwardly and bitterly waits and watches.
Jungkook knew he was watching so he let him wait.
“Your coat miss,” he politely interrupts but rather impolitely strips me with his narrowed eyes and bitter smirk.
“Thanks, buddy,” Jungkook snatches it proudly before shaking his head “But, no chance.”
The next thing I knew the fresh air was gone. He climbed on top of me in the back seat, kissing and groping and tongues gliding against each other. The windows started to steam, the laughter in between kisses died down and things started to get serious, so serious in fact we hadn’t realised the taxi wasn’t moving or the driver’s presence until he cleared his throat.
Now, where would we go?
“Shit, Jimin’s home and I’m not sure I can keep quiet,” he breathed into my face, hair and necklace hanging down to chill my skin.
Who made him?
I reach down grinning, liquid courage doing me wonders at the moment. I gripped a slight hardness through his tight trousers watching his jaw clench beautifully in the dark.
“My roommate’s in Spain.”
“Drive!!!”
I look again at the kid spread out next to me, unblinking and giggling at the action. He often paused to impersonate the movements that he no doubt had memorised.
“Whoosh iron man!”
He never mentioned any of it after he left, in fact, I was certain he pretended as though it never even happened. Everything was fine.
Silly really that it hurt.
It hurt because I couldn’t forget no matter how hard I tried and my best friend was making my heart race doing absolutely nothing.
Well, nothing like that.
Stumbling and giggling out of the car and having thrown way too much money at the driver, I try to unlock my front door with alcohol-shaken hands but Jungkook’s roaming touch traps my front against the door, the evening chill not helping my shivers.
“Jungkook,” I whine for him to stop, unable to use my keys and kind of cold.
He’s massaging my hips, placing soft kisses and memorable noises against my neck. I didn’t have time to think about what we were doing. Whatever it was I needed it.
“I can’t wait to eat your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about how good you taste.”
Fuck.
What was in that champagne?
I swallow the orgasm his words could conjure and mockingly laugh at him against the wood.
“Oh please. I know guys like you. You hate eating out if it’s not at a restaurant.”
He didn’t laugh. Not one bit. He didn’t like it.
Instead of the force I was bracing myself for and trying to encourage, he lets go stepping back to let me apprehensively open the door. At that point I didn’t know if he was into it anymore, I thought maybe he was just gonna call it a night and I couldn’t lie, the disappointment in that realisation was consuming me.
“You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that.”
He waited until the lock clicked, pushing me against the door once more. I didn’t have time to apologise for the mess in my place, turn on music, pour him a drink or even turn on the lights. My cheek pressed into the wood harder, gasping as his hand tightens around my neck and flushing at his nails dragging up the side of my thigh.
“I’m gonna lick you dry.”
He pulls down my neckline, reaching for my chest and massaging. How could a person’s touch be both electric and calming at the same time? I hit my forehead against the door slightly to muffle my noises.
“And, I won’t stop when you’re screaming either.”
“Bwahhhhhh imagine being as strong as Hulk!” he nudges me and I jump out of the past before giving him a smile in agreement.
He gives me a look, knowing something is up but doesn’t say anything and just burrows into his massive hoodie again and I happily go back to-
He rips off his shirt, shoes and trousers leaving him in just black underwear that did very little for coverage but a lot for my throbbing. I took him in in seconds but it was too much. His firm chest, his muscles, his wide shoulders, the swirl of tattoos. Drugged with that heat-of-the-moment passion, I forget how much my dress cost my broke ass as I go to throw it off.
“NO!”
I freeze, dress half off and in the middle of lifting it.
“You’re gonna ruin it,” he pouts cutely, folding the dress up neatly and placing it gently on top of a table.
I was astounded, pausing his reign of pussy-demolishing anticipation to get all OCD on me and lecture me about my laundry techniques all while he looked like that in his boxers. Abs glistening in no light, perfect proportions, smooth skin, tiny waist, thick thighs, heavy arms, messy curly hair, devilish smirk.
We don’t make it very far at all.
The fluffy rug in the entrance was comfortable enough for my naked back as we fell onto it. He keeps his promises and my lips are left begging and cold against the air in my dark apartment as his kisses trail low.
That’s all they were at first, kisses just sweetly tickling my clit and occasionally making my back arch. Not that it wasn’t amazing but I was still in control. I moaned in comfortable contentment, bringing me to a nice orgasm in minutes that was just mind-blowing enough to make me forget for a minute and move on to something else.
He cleans up my little blast, tongue lingering a little too long at my entrance to be just stopping by. The slight overstimulation made me feel full despite being empty. I was confused, laughing uncomfortably as if I was laughing with him at some joke I wasn’t in on.
“Jungkook don’t I’m- sensitive,” I chuckle through gasps, slightly over the edge and I dared to look down at him. I tried pulling him up, telling him to just fuck me already but no.
He didn’t budge.
Do you know the feeling you get just before a rollercoaster starts where you immediately ask yourself what shit you’ve gotten yourself into?
The bar comes down, the announcement lazily declares the start of the ride and you suddenly want nothing more than to get off?
Yeah, this was it.
As I bravely looked down, risking it all for God knows what lay below, my stomach dropped in that rollercoaster way as I spotted his smirk, muscular back flexed, tongue very much grazing my clit still and hands gripping my thighs so hard I could already feel the bruising.
He groans onto me, mouth latching around my pussy and tongue flicking mercilessly in that one spot he mapped out from before.
“Fuck, Jungkook!”
He moans all the same, enjoying every single moment of me pulling his hair out of his scalp with my hands, pinning my hips down to stop my wriggling and the way I had come undone already.
It was like I was getting him off.
“Jungkook please!”
But what did I want?
“Yes?” he asks mockingly stopping his movements as I shrink in embarrassment, not enjoying the cold nothingness of the air without him “Did you say something?”
“N-no…”
“Thought so.”
The carpet burn from wriggling and sore throat from screaming I gave myself by my third orgasm made me think he was done. I thought so even more as he pulls away, catching his breath and me catching mine as I lay limp against the floor. I could think. I couldn’t do anything.
It was so good but all good things come to an end.
But clearly not.
For the fourth time, somehow with even more energy and aggression, he abuses my clit with his tongue again. I let out one loud whimper not stopping to wonder how no one has called the police yet.
“I can’t,” I whine over the incredibly loud slurping, trying to get away sweaty and dazed but his hands have me pinned and trapped.
But he had me all figured out by now. He knew the exact places that made me scream as if it was a diagram.
I didn’t even have the energy to look down at him never mind to comprehend the mind-blowing sensation this fucking guy was causing. I was restless, trembling, aching and sweating. He was down on the ground getting absolutely nothing from me but cries and sinful moans yet he was in charge, not caring as two fingers enter me and still moaning as he relishes in the sensation.
“Ahhh Kook,” I sob, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I should’ve been ashamed, storming off in embarrassment but I couldn’t help it. His tongue did wonders, tickling, flat and licking and then kissing again. My hands reached further down until my nails dug into his shoulders in blind pleasure, making him splutter a thigh-buckling growl against me.
“So good!”
“Yeah?” he moaned, finger fucking me into tomorrow and adding just another for good measure.
“Fuck, Jungkook! You’re the best!”
Unintentionally feeding his ego, I continued to sob and he watched every part with a delighted smirk. My eyes ached from rolling, lips torn apart from biting and my legs felt as though I had been weightlifting for 5 whole days straight.
“Louder baby. Let everyone know,” his voice is clear, not a trace of alcohol in sight as he stares me out relentlessly quickening his pace. The taste was sobering him up, the anticipation of what was next bringing him back to reality.
I’m groaning, panting, whining and sobbing through the tightening in my stomach, waiting for that snap with curled toes and a completely arched back.
“Shit I’m- fuck!”
My thighs squeeze his head until he pushes them apart angrily. His attitude and aggression are all it takes to throw me over the edge, wet noises of sucking and fingering getting even wetter as I finish eventually drowning out my pants.
He licks his fingers, relishing all of me with the pride and arrogance I expected from him. He moans exaggeratedly on them, rolling his eyes mockingly as he grinned.
“You’re… an… asshole.”
It didn’t end there.
I mumbled something about feeling guilty for not having anything left for him but I did try. Still shaking and with corpse-like floppiness, I reached down to him but couldn’t no chance.
“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” he kisses my lips sweetly, carrying me over to the couch and promising just one more round and accepting full leadership.
“What about you?”
“Y/N, trust me. Watching you is enough,” he laughs breathlessly, still licking myself off his mouth as he takes off his underwear.
He wasn’t lying. The white mess contrasting against the sleek black fabric on the ground was enough evidence and so was the huge raging red hard-on waiting to take me where no one has ever been taken before. Don’t think I didn’t miss him grinding against the ground and his hips stuttering as he finished.
The question is, did I really make Jeon Jungkook cum in his pants?
“Ready?” his nose is touching mine, hair tickling my forehead as he waits.
“Fucking ruin me.”
That’s all he needs, devouring me with eye contact as he fucks me raw from the beginning. This was different from him going down on me, breathtaking hearing his noises and words that made my eyes roll. The feeling was incredible, better than anything else I’ve ever experienced by about a million lightyears.
“Pussy so good.”
He grunts with every powerful thrust, hitting that spot every single time and losing me to the idea that there’s always room for more.
“All yours.”
He flips me around, railing me into the cheap couch until I’m just a puddle, a stain that I would grimace at tomorrow. The sofa moves to the left with every thrust, dragging against the wood in a moan-worthy scratch every time until we almost hit the table.
“Kook,” I gasp into the pillow I chose my bury my head in, hugging my head with my arms as he blows me away with his inhuman thrusts, spanking and massaging my ass through his reign over my body.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”
If this was life, I wanted it all.
He slaps again, taking the air out of me at the harshness of it. He was brutal but it was the hottest thing alive. It was like he knew what I wanted without the added humiliation of asking for it.
But he didn’t like the sound of just skin and my faint presence. If I had something left to give he was going to take it and take it by force no doubt.
“Y/N…”
His hands twist my hair into a head-splitting rope, pulling my back to his warm protruding chest with little to no mercy. As if I could ever stop him and still I felt safe even as he groaned into my neck, hips snapping into me like we were the only people on earth.
“Where’d those pretty noises go huh?”
His hand reaches forward and down to find my whimpering clit again, rubbing impolitely into the puffed flesh. My knees buckled, head catching itself on my shoulder, relying completely on his tight grip and pounding to keep me from face planting the couch. Jungkook caresses my jaw until my hooded eyes gaze into his, on his shoulder.
“Am I not good enough huh?” he whines directly onto my open mouth, catching every single moan he dug out of me. He tips his own wicked groans into my mouth making me drip onto the sofa beneath us and he glides us into cumming together.
“No no you’re- you’re…can’t…think.”
He laughs kissing me as he reaches his high, breathing out my name and curse words as my eyes roll, thighs tremble, every hanging organ collapse and vision go entirely fucked. I fall forward but he catches me.
My 5th orgasm.
“-Yeah I think it must be 5 times.”
“What?”
I snapped, jumping at the connection between my thoughts and the boys around me who could surely tell that my leggings were soaked through, skin flushed and pupils were blown in intense need.
Silence.
Taehyung was wide-eyed.
Hobi stopped eating.
“I just said I’ve seen the movie 5 times,” Jimin mutters apprehensively.
Relief wasn’t the word.
“Oh okay. Yeah. Me too,” I mutter, going back into my dreamland of staring at the edge of the tv pretending I was in the moment again.
It didn’t end there either.
Well, it did but it was just the next day.
The morning after…
When I was in the middle of drunkenly reassuring myself this meant nothing the next day and I hadn’t, in fact, fucked my best friend but this insane talented fuckboy who happens to have the same name ruined it all.
Waking up to a groggy head, puffed and painful nether regions and nausea was one thing but the sight of my gorgeous best friend cuddled into my navel holding what was now a damp towel to my clit with one hand and the other tightly wrapped around my body was another thing.
“Jungkook,” I groan in sensitivity, hangover-ness and in an attempt to wake him run my hands through the wild mop of black hair.
He refuses, groaning into my bare skin and now cuddling my lower body tightly with both arms.
“I’ll pee on you,” I warn groggily, not enjoying the panic of that actual possibility.
“Is that an offer?”
I snort feeling his smirk against me and pushing him away, he rolls over sheets just covering his dick. He stretches, body firm and golden in the sunlight. How could he look this good after that much alcohol and sex?
Shit. I fucked my best friend.
I crawled to the bathroom by rolling off the bed, whimpering at my aching everything and grimacing at the trail of wetness dripping down my bruised thighs.
“Shit.”
As I peed, I noticed more marks all from his hands and a couple from his mouth not that he was so unscathed. His back was raw with scratches from my nails and I didn’t miss him rubbing his jaw before I crawled out of bed.
I whimper again at the hot and painful sensation.
I fucked my best friend.
“If it helps, I’m really sorry,” he calls guiltily from the other room.
“Yeah yeah, I’m not the one who has to explain to Hope tomorrow why I’m limping everywhere and crying when I pee.”
“I’m the one who has to convince him I bought a cat…naked.”
I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought everything would just work out. It obviously did for him. He was relaxing into his 2nd marvel movie of the day quite nicely, not glancing at me once or hesitating before he spoke.
I saw no cogs spinning or hesitation in his usual flirty and giggly way with me. He still made dirty jokes, nudged me, hugged me platonically and I didn’t feel his heart flutter when he did it.
I was nothing to him.
It’s been four days and I was begging for more. I know, odd how JK literally fucked me dry and yet here I was absolutely dripping for him and having to live off breadcrumbs as I caught the lines in his lower stomach when he stretched or the tickle of his arm as it accidentally brushed against me.
I was just like his other bitches, desperate and devastated that he left so soon.
“I’m uh- more popcorn,” I mutter getting up suddenly, overwhelmed and too warm to look at Chris Evans’s heavenly butt cheeks again and pretend everything is okay for another million movies.
“Doesn’t she have a full bowl…?”
My head was spinning, the kitchen crumbling down around me as I knew they watched my every movement. I tried to calm myself by making more popcorn but the writing was blurred and the packaging anxiety-inducingly bright. I just hoped no one would follow me.
At least guessing the cooking time would buy me more time to ease my rash, and calm the throbbing and the uncontrollable jolting my thighs did when I was sitting down.
Mainly, it allowed me to think about how stupid I had been to not realise sooner how much I wanted him.
And, not just in that way.
Jungkook was a great friend, a funny guy and was basically good at everything. I don’t know why I expected barely anything memorable from him in my drunken logic. I had a lot to drink at that wedding but I could still think hard about what I was doing before I let him kiss me.
I thought it would be fine.
It wasn’t.
“You okay?”
I wasn’t.
Wait-
“Yeah,” I automatically reply, not noticing him come in.
I’m blushing because I didn’t expect him there. He scared me. That’s all.
Why would I be blushing over him? It’s just Jungkook.
Yeah, the Jungkook who stapled me to my rug and ate me out 4-
“Sorry,” he mumbles, bumping into me from behind as he reaches for some glasses in the cupboard above me.
I hold in my gasp as his body presses my hips forward into the counter, claustrophobically trapping me in his presence without laying a hand on me once. Swallow it.
“It’s fine.”
“Is it?” he mumbles again against my skin, bringing me away from reality again as his hands rubbed against my hips just like before.
He pressed us both into the kitchen counter allowing me to feel every part of him teasing me through our clothes as his hand starts to wander.
“I thought it was ‘so good’ 'oh kook’ 'you’re the best!’” he moans teasingly, rolling his eyes and biting his lip to emphasize his little performance.
Though he sounded hot and arrogant by making fun of me for letting go so easily to him, it wasn’t helping my own perception of myself. I flush redder than the popcorn bowl, genuinely humiliated.
“Shut up,” I duck away from him trying to get away but he’s got me.
He’s got me. He’s got me on top of the counter while still managing to tower over me, casting a dark shadow in the dimly lit kitchen. Jungkook grabs my legs, wrapping them around me as I refused to touch him, refused to look at him until he made me.
He was too beautiful.
“No need to be embarrassed pretty girl,” he rubbed my leggings surely feeling the steam from underneath them that had gathered through 2 whole movies of dirty thoughts “Do you know how hard I get just thinking about the noises you made?”
His lips wander the surface of my neck and I just let him. Who was I kidding when I told myself it was easier to not have him?
“You think about it?” I ask genuinely, whimpering lowly almost not just because of the 6 guys behind the door sitting in silence watching a movie but at the possibility that I wasn’t the only one losing my mind to pleasure here.
“All the time. You’re driving me crazy,” he looks down my frame, my heaving chest, the visible ache between my legs and the trembling. “For two movies I’ve been wondering what’s been going on in that head of yours and why you were sitting so far away.”
His hips drive into me and even through his thick grey tracksuit, I can feel what he wants.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, panicking as I watch him sink to his knees again despite how much I don’t want to stop him.
Please.
“Right now I’m trying to taste you again, right here on this counter,” Jungkook grumbles matter-of-factly as if he was just trying to tie my shoelaces. “I’m starving.”
He wasn’t. The staring contest between my clothed clit and his hungry eyes said otherwise. He was basically drooling, tongue poking out achingly slow to lick his lips as if he was remembering how it felt to lick me off of them.
“Someone might come in…” I whisper nervously but really I was running out of excuses, getting more and more used to the idea of a quickie in the kitchen the lower and lower he pulled down my leggings.
Can someone please help me find a Chanyeol fic where him and the reader are fbs and I think they’re in college? But he writes music and he has a journal with his ex’s name on it. In the journal is like lyrics full of the pain she caused him.
⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut
⟶ words: 14,633
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?
⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink
⟶ note: this was inspired by a number of things but mainly do me by kim petras being on jungkook’s spotify playlist, this tiktok sound, and this tumblr post lol also big thank you to @bratkook and @onherwings for letting me ramble on about this fic and reigniting my inspo for it 💛
( p.s. i tried to proofread this but if y’all see any typos no u didn’t, thank u <3 )
➵ summary : you’re detective partners who hate each other’s guts and everyone knows it. what they don’t know however, is that there’s so much more between the lines, and he knows damn well how to rearrange your guts too.
➵ warnings : swearing, angst!!, arguing, tension, mentions of guns, injury & crime, explicit sexual content, heavy petting, slight brat!reader, slight brat-tamer!jk, fingering, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), clit biting, hate sex, choking, size kink, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, restraint (w/ jungkook’s hands), denied orgasm, hitting it from the back, a spank, pain kink, missionary, creampie, cum play, overstimulation, f. masturbation, cum tasting, finger sucking
↳ in submission for the july games:
❂ “To The Lighthouse”
⁂ hosted by: professor bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere
⤐ au type: salty shores // enemies to lovers
⤐ themes: slow burn, fantasy
⤐ kinks: clit biting, spanking, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, masturbation, cum play <3
➵ a/n : first of all massive thank you to bee @inkedtae !! thank you for offering your lovely help by having a read and making me feel 20892x more confident 😭 thank you to @viefleur my beautiful isabella for making this perfect banner for me!! i appreciate her hard work so much and thank you to my lovely @opaljm @taegularities and @hantaev for beta-ing!! not to forget @ppersonna lindy for helping me figure out my whackass tenses 💀 as always feedback means the world to me <3
➵ playlist : set me on fire by estelle
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