lua🤍

black latina | lawyer

[beomtle]

kai stronger than me bc i would’ve marked his damn neck and down and down and and

[princelapine-deactivated2025031]

fmk the acts of fucking marrying and killing?

kill marriage fuck killing marry fucking

[linolinoing]

I'm lucky that you're my best friend ❣️

[papawolfchris]

Mr. can't stay serious for more than 3 seconds

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN ♡ GOVERNOR'S BALL (260606) © skzwander

[papawolfchris]

BANG CHAN @ Gov ball NYC

[papawolfchris]

He got uno-reversed BANG CHAN @ Gov ball NYC

[mochiluvrx7]

i love you, i’m sorry

pairing namjoon x f!reader

synopsis : namjoon has loved her for their entire friendship, but she’s too blind to see

warnings : swearing, heavy makeout, angst, friends to lovers, reader is in a toxic relationship

word count: 2013

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you and joon have been best friends for years. ever since first grade, you’ve been inseparable. you told each other everything, and you had one rule: no secrets. none. whatsoever.

since being friends for so long, you guys basically know everything about each other. you know joon likes his steak medium rare with a dash of salt, you know he hates when people chew with their mouth open, and how his eyes light up when he talks about music, especially his favorite band, geese.

you on the other hand came from a background of horrible people and poverty. your dad cheated on your mom when she was pregnant with you, and left. during your moms labor, there were a lot of problems that ultimately gave her the worst deduction a mother could hear: saving the baby or herself. obviously she chose you, and she died during her emergency C-section, leaving you without a father and a mother.

growing up, you were tossed around in foster homes back to back and never really experienced a true home. that is until you moved in with your toxic grandma back in first grade, where you then met namjoon. he knows that you are very impatient and hate when people move too slowly. he knows that you love all kinds of art whether that’s music, museums, or even just a painting on a wall. he knows all about your family drama and how hard you had to work to get to wear you are now, almost graduating with your masters degree in engineering.

you guys grew up together, so everything you went through he went through too.

fast forward to today, it was your birthday, and joon said he was taking you on a surprise road trip. at first you thought to decline, because your boyfriend derick was very jealous. he would rarely let you go out, monitored what you wore, and if you did go out, he needed to have your location. the worst part of it all, it was now 5 PM, and he hasn’t wished you a happy birthday yet. you guys we’re supposed to go out for a birthday dinner last night because you would be busy today with namjoon, but he ditched you and gave one of his sloppy excuses yet again.

anyways, you were very confused at first, because you didn’t know what to pack for the trip. he said to just pack comfortable clothing, but knowing joon that probably means wear something fancy. you ended up wearing a black skirt, a beige sweater, and your dark brown boots. you then received a text from joon saying he was outside. you responded with “okayy” and gathered your stuff.

you locked your apartment door than started going down the steps, checking your phone to see that maybe, just maybe, there woild be a text from derick. you rolled your eyes at the message and put your phone away as you got into the front seat of his black jeep.

“hey!” he said, getting out of the car to help with your bag. “hi joon, thank you for helping!” you said smiling. as you both got into the car, he handed you a pink box that was labeled “do not open”. “whats this?” you asked, taking the box from him and reading what it says. “don’t open it until we get to our destination, it will ruin the surprise.” he said, giving you a cheeky smile. “ughhh you know i hate waiting! what’s inside?” you begged, trying to make him fold. “i know, but you’re just gonna have to wait.” he said, pulling out of your apartment complex.

the drive was going smoothly so far, it was now 7PM and joon said you would be there in about an hour. you kept checking your phone over and over again t lo see if derick had maybe just MAYBE texted you, but he hasn’t. namjoon must have caught on, because he then asked you, “what’s going on? why do you keep checking your phone?” your eyes widened and you tried to come up with a quick excuse. “i’m just checking the time!” you say, trying to act casual. “y/n, i’ve known you for over 10 years, i know when something’s up. talk to me, what’s the matter?”

you let out a long sigh. “it’s derick… yesterday he ditched my birthday dinner, and he hasn’t wish me a happy birthday at all today,” you said, feeling ashamed. namjoons eyes immediately filled with sorrow. “oh my gosh y/n. i’m so sorry. he’s a douchebag.” he said with genuine sympathy. “it’s fine, i mean he probably was just really busy today, and he’s not good with dates.” you said, trying to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, but it didn’t help much. namjoons eyes went cold. “y/n, are you serious? this is him obviously forgetting your birthday, and it shows a lot about him—he doesn’t care!” he said, getting annoyed. “he does care about me! i probably didn’t remind him enough. i know he’s forgetful, so i should have just put it on his calendar for him.”

namjoon clenched his jaw as tried to focus on driving. you sighed, running your hands through your hair. he pulled out a out a pack of cigarettes and started lighting one. you suddenly felt your phone vibrate and coincidentally, it was a text from derick; it read, “hey baby, i’m so sorry i forgot your birthday, i feel terrible. i’m going to make it up to you, i promise. but in the meantime, could you pick up my laundry on the way back? i’m just so swamped and i really need your help right now."

after reading the message, you let out a groan and turned your phone off. “what? was that derick?” namjoon asked, you nodded. “what did he say? he was so sorry for missing your birthday, he won’t do to again, and he needs you to do something for him?” he asked, you fell silent. “yeah, thought so.” he said, scoffing and rolling his eyes. “oh my gosh joon would you stop? you’ve never liked derick, and ever since i’ve been with him you treat him horribly!” you yell. “i’m the one treating him horribly? y/n, are you even hearing yourself? he has never treated you good, you deserve SO much more than what he’s giving you.” he yells back, the tension started rising. “why do you think you know everything ALL the time? it’s not like you’re the one in a relationship?” you reply. “because i love you, y/n, i’m sorry!” namjoon yells, tearing up. the car went silent.

“y-you what?” you ask, eyes widening. “y/n, i can’t keep sitting on the sidelines and watching you cry over someone who doesn't even remember the day you were born. it kills me to see you making excuses for him, because i know you’re better than that. i’ve loved you for so long—not just as a friend, but in a way that actually respects you. i would never, ever make you feel like an afterthought. i just wish you could see yourself through my eyes for one second, because if you did, you’d realize you deserve so much more than the scraps he’s giving you.” he says in a tone that was aggressive, and to the point, like he actually meant it.

“joon… i-“ you try to say but get interrupted. “i’m not finished yet. i know you think you love him, and i know you think he’s 'just stressed,' but i’ve loved you long enough to know when you’re being mistreated. i’ve kept my feelings to myself because i wanted you to be happy, but seeing you hurt like this... it’s too much. i’ve loved you since the day we met. i would never forget your birthday, and i would never make you feel like you had to beg for my attention. please, just look at how he treats you compared to how i’ve always treated you." he says, tears running down his face.

you cup his face, trying to wipe the tears running down his face. “joon, you’ve felt this way all this time, and you never told me? why?” you ask, tears starting to run down your own face. “you never seemed like you liked me in that way, and i didn’t know how you’d feel if i told you.” he answered. “i…i think i’ve known. i think i’ve been trying to ignore it for so long because i was terrified that if i admitted it, i’d have to face the truth about everything else. i’ve been so miserable with him, and every time i’m with you, i feel like i can finally breathe.“ you said, starting to cry.

“you don’t have to be with him y/n. be with me, he doesn’t deserve you. you’re beautiful on the inside and out, and he doesn’t see that the way i do.” he says running his hands through your hair. “i’m so scared, but... i think i’ve been in love with you for a long time, too." you say, smiling. the air in the car was thick, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes from years of unspoken tension finally snapping.

namjoon pulled over to the side of the road and cut the engine, leaving a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight. you were still trembling from the conversation—the raw, terrifying honesty of it—when he turned in his seat. His eyes searched for mine, not with the demanding, selfish gaze of her derick, but with a desperate, searching intensity that made my breath hitch.

"i can’t pretend anymore," he whispered, his voice rough, barely audible over the rain.

you didn't answer with words. you reached out, your fingers brushed against his jaw, and the contact was like a spark. namjoon leaned in, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

when he finally closed the distance, it wasn't a tentative first kiss. it was a collision of everything you guys had been holding back. it was hungry and frantic, a desperate release of all the months you’d spent feeling invisible and all the years he had spent watching you hurt.

you leaned into him, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could bridge the gap between the both of you entirely. namjoon groaned low in his throat, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you across the center console until there was no space left between you guys. the car felt too small, the world outside irrelevant.

every touch was a reclamation. he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of you, his lips moving against yours with a mix of reverence and raw, unbridled need. you felt the tears you’d been holding back finally spill over, but they weren't tears of sadness anymore—they were the release of a dam breaking.

namjoon pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, both of them you guys gasping for air. his eyes were dark, searching your face, his thumb still stroking her cheek.

“i’ve got you," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "i've got you now." you let out a shaky, broken laugh, your hands still gripping his black jacket, anchoring yourself to him. in the dark, cramped space of the car, surrounded by the storm, you finally felt the suffocating weight of your old life begin to lift, replaced by the terrifying, beautiful reality of being truly seen.

for the first time in your life, namjoon made you feel seen. he made you feel like you’re more than an object that people walk over. your whole life you’ve been tossed around from house to house and never truly felt safe. but with namjoon, you felt the opposite. you finally realize that namjoon was the guy you were supposed to he with all along. he had been your why this whole time.

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a/n: this is my first fic!! this took me WAY longer than it should have, but hey, progression!! tysm🥹

[cherrygkoo]

정국 - What Happens In Vegas | oneshot

the one where you visit your best friend jungkook on tour in vegas, finally give in to three years of wanting, and learn the hard way that what happens in vegas definitely does not stay in vegas.

pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: friends to lovers au, porn with plot, angst, smut (mdni!)

word count: 10,145

warnings/tags: 18+, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, best friends to lovers, pining for three years, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), ball sucking, nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, grinding and dry humping, cum play (he eats his own cum from her, spits it in her mouth), hair pulling, hickies/marking, fingering, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, jungkook and reader get into a fight, vegas hotel aesthetic, backstage access, the morning after, viral vlog gone wrong, reader is from los angeles, reader is nicknamed la and sunshine

a/n: hi everyone! I'm so excited to have finished this story, I've been working on it for a while trying to make it perfect!!! I had so much fun writing it ++ any vegas jungkook look always ends up being my favorite so I had to write something for it. vegas air x jungkook is definitely a dangerous combo!!! anyway, I hope you guys like my fic. I'm thinking of opening a taglist?? comment if you want to be tagged for any of my future works. tysm for reading... don't forget to reblog ⋆. 𐙚 ˚<3

The flight from LAX to LAS takes just over an hour, but you have been awake since four in the morning, watching the dark ceiling of your apartment, listening to the distant hum of the freeway. You told yourself you weren't going to do this. You told yourself you were going to be mature, respect the boundaries of his tour, let him have this without you hovering at the edges like some ghost of Los Angeles past.

But then you saw his story. Posted at 2 AM, the timestamp glowing accusatory in your dark bedroom. Backstage at Allegiant Stadium, the concrete corridors painted that particular shade of industrial beige that exists in every venue in every city in the world. He was holding that stupid vintage camcorder he insists on using for everything, the one that makes everything look like a memory even as it's happening, and he was complaining about the dry Vegas air, about how his skin feels tight, about how he misses the humidity of Seoul, of home, of-

Of you. He didn't say it. But you heard it anyway.

You booked the ticket before the video looped a second time. You packed a bag with clothes you didn't bother to fold, just stuffed them in like you were running from something, and you drove to the airport with the windows down, the Los Angeles winds whipping your hair into a frenzy, the city sprawling behind you in its perpetual golden-hour haze.

Now you are standing in the loading dock of Allegiant Stadium, ducking under yellow caution tape that says CREW ONLY in letters that have faded from sun exposure. The desert heat hits differently here, drier, more aggressive, sucking the moisture from your skin the moment you step out of the rideshare. You can hear them - distant, muffled, the thump of bass vibrating through the concrete bones of the building, the soundcheck for a show that won't happen for hours.

You should have told him. You know you should have told him. But there's something delicious about the surprise, about the look that will break across his face when he sees you, about the possibility that he might be as hungry for this collision as you are.

The security guard starts toward you, hand raised, mouth open to tell you to leave, but you flash the laminate that Hoseok sent you three hours ago in a text that just said come with seventeen exclamation points. The guard squints at the pass, squints at you, and waves you through with a shrug that says he's seen stranger things in this city.

Backstage is a labyrinth. You move through it like you're dreaming, past roadies coiling cables with practiced efficiency, past catering tables laden with fruit you know no one will eat, past the wardrobe racks that smell like dry cleaning and sweat. You find the corridor that leads to the stage-left wing, the one he's posted from, and you press yourself against a concrete pillar that is cool against your spine, and you wait.

The music stops. Starts again. Stops. They're running 2.0 now, you think, or maybe it's Aliens, the melody distorted through the walls, stripped of vocals, just the skeleton of the song. You check your phone. One hour until doors, three until showtime - an eternity.

You watch the makeup artist - Miyoung, you remember her name from his stories - touch up a dancer's jawline with a small brush, precise and unhurried. You drift toward her like you're caught in her orbit, and she looks up, recognizes something in your face, maybe, or just sees another lost girl in a venue full of them.

"You look like you need coffee," she says, not unkindly.

"I look like I need a lot of things," you reply, and she laughs, a bright sound that cuts through the industrial hum.

"Sit," she says, patting the chair next to her station. "I'll fix your face. You look like you flew in this morning."

"I did."

She makes a considerable noise and tilts your chin up with gentle fingers. The brush is soft against your skin, cool, soothing. She works in silence for a while, dusting something golden across your cheekbones, lining your eyes with a precision you could never manage yourself.

"You're the LA girl," she says finally. It's not a question.

You freeze. "He talks about me?"

Miyoung smiles, something knowing and soft. "He talks about the weather in LA. About the traffic. About this coffee shop near your apartment that he wants to try. About how the light looks different there, how it makes everything look like a movie." She steps back, assesses her work. "There. Now you don't look like you just survived a redeye."

You look in the mirror. You look like yourself, but sharper, more luminous, like someone worth flying for.

"Thank you," you say, and she squeezes your shoulder before turning back to her kit.

Time moves strangely backstage. You help a roadie tape down a cable. You accept a bottle of water from a staff member who doesn't ask your name. You watch the dancers stretch, their bodies bending in ways that seem to defy physics, and you think about your own body, about the way it feels heavy with wanting, weighted down by all the things you haven't said.

And then soundcheck ends. The distant thrum of voices, seven of them overlapping, laughing, complaining about the monitors, about the heat, about the dry air that makes their throats scratch. You press yourself harder against the pillar, heart hammering against your ribs, and you wait for him to appear around the corner.

But it's Namjoon first, tall and tired, glasses slipping down his nose, still in his rehearsal clothes. He sees you before you can decide whether to hide or run, and his face shifts from confusion to recognition to something like delight.

"LA?" he says, and his voice carries.

You push off the wall, suddenly nervous, suddenly aware of every hour of sleep you missed, every reason this was a bad idea. "Surprise?"

Namjoon crosses the distance between you in three long strides and pulls you into a hug that lifts you slightly off your feet, that smells like his cologne and the faint metallic tang of the venue. "You're insane," he says into your hair, but he's laughing. "He's going to lose his mind."

"I wanted to-"

"Surprise him," Namjoon finishes, setting you down but keeping his hands on your shoulders, studying your face with that particular intensity he has, the one that makes you feel like he's reading the footnotes of your thoughts. "I know. I can tell." He squeezes once. "Be gentle with him. He's been... he's been looking at his phone a lot."

Before you can ask what that means, there's a whoop from down the corridor, and Hoseok is running toward you, arms windmilling, grinning so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You came!" he shouts, and you brace yourself as he collides with you, spins you, sets you down only to step back and present his cheek with theatrical expectation.

You laugh, the sound surprising you, and you give him a light slap - firm enough to sting, playful enough to mean nothing - before pulling him into a hug that smells like sweat and peppermint gum. "I came," you confirm.

"Jungkook-ah doesn't know?"

"Not yet."

Hoseok's eyes gleam with mischief. "Oh, this is going to be good. This is going to be so good."

The others filter past - Jimin with a wave, Taehyung with a curious tilt of his head, Yoongi and Jin with nods that somehow feel like approval. They don't question your presence, or if they do, they keep it to themselves. You're part of the furniture here, part of the landscape of Jungkook's life that they've all learned to navigate around.

And then, there he is.

He's at the end of the corridor, still holding that camcorder, the one with the duct tape on the side where he dropped it in Tokyo. He's talking to it, narrating his life in that soft, sleepy voice he gets after he sings, something about the venue, about the soundcheck, about how the dry air makes his throat feel like sandpaper.

He doesn't see you at first. He's looking at the lens, at himself, performing even when he thinks no one is watching. You have time to study him - the way he has slimmed down since the last time you saw him, all sharp angles and new edges, the way his forehead is finally visible again with this haircut, the one you told him suited him best, and the tiredness in his shoulders that he carries like a secret, like something he's ashamed of letting show.

You step out from behind the pillar.

"LA?"

Your name hangs in the air - the nickname he gave you three years ago in Budapest, then cemented during those long weeks in Los Angeles when they filmed the album, when you were around so much you became part of the furniture, part of the language. They say it like a word, like a place, like something that means her and home and the one who keeps leaving all at once. The camcorder lowers slowly. His face shifts through seventeen emotions: confusion, disbelief, hope, fear, sunlight breaking through clouds.

"You're not-" He stops. Steps forward. "You're actually here."

You shrug, missing casual by miles. "You said you missed humidity."

He stares. The camcorder hangs forgotten, still recording. You see the pulse in his throat, his hand tightening on the strap until his knuckles whiten.

Then he's moving.

He crosses the space in a rush that feels gravitational, arms around you, lifting you off your feet, spinning you once, twice, laughing into the curve of your neck. He smells like rehearsal - sweat and cologne and something uniquely him, the fabric softener you bought him last Christmas.

"You're insane," he says, setting you down but not letting go, hands gripping your waist like you'll evaporate. "When did you- how did you-"

"Hoseok," you admit. Hoseok cackles behind you.

"Hoseok," Jungkook repeats, but he's not angry, only present, eyes scanning your face like he's memorizing it, like he's been starving and you're the first meal. "I can't believe you. I can't believe you're here."

"Surprise," you say softer, and his expression shifts, becoming tender and vulnerable.

"Yeah." He breathes. "Surprise."

He doesn't let go. The camcorder bumps your hip. He looks down at it, forgotten, then back at you with a question.

"Keep filming," you say.

He lifts the camera, captures both of you in the frame. You see yourself on the small screen - flushed, bright-eyed. See him looking at you instead of the lens.

"Day three in Vegas," he says, voice rough. "Soundcheck finished at Allegiant Stadium. We ran 2.0 and Aliens and-" he glances at you, swallows, "-LA is here. She just showed up. Like a ghost. Like a miracle."

"Not a miracle," you protest, smiling.

"Miracle," he insists. He turns the camera off, pulls you back into his arms, face buried in your hair. "Stay," he mumbles.

"I'll stay for now," you say, and he exhales like you've granted him something precious.

The hours blur. You find your place at the end of the southwest walkway, pressed against the scaffolding where the lights don't reach, where the curtain hangs heavy and dark between you and the world. Through the screen you can see them - seven figures moving through their formations on the central stage, then dispersing down the four walkways that stretch like arms reaching for the crowd.

From here the stadium opens up around you, three hundred sixty degrees of screaming, of light sticks creating oceans of color, of faces tilted upward like they're looking at something holy. You watch him move down the northeast walkway, then the northwest, then back to center, and you can imagine the sweat on his brow, can see the way he scans the crowd between lyrics, the way his shoulders relax when he finds your shadow in the wings.

You watch them run through Into the Sun - his voice rising through his verse like something carved from light, like a prayer offered up in a language only the faithful understand. He sounds angelic, truly, the kind of voice that makes you understand why people build religions around beauty, why they kneel before things they cannot comprehend. Through the screen his face flickers, close-up, ethereal, and you think of Hungary, of that bar in Budapest where you met, where he was just a boy with a pretty smile and you were just a girl who didn't know enough to be impressed.

He thought you were cute. You thought he was funny. The night ended in laughter and phone numbers exchanged on a napkin you still have somewhere, pressed between the pages of a book you never finished.

Now thousands of people scream his name, reaching toward the walkway like they could pull him down and keep him. You watch girls cry, boys scream, bodies pressed against barriers, living for this moment, this proximity to something they've only ever seen through glass.

And you realize - with something that feels like vertigo - that you are living someone's dream. That the boy they're screaming for is the same one who texts you memes at 3 AM, who sends you voice notes complaining about his laundry, who fell asleep on your couch last November and drooled on your throw pillow.

The thought makes you feel strange, temporary, like a glitch in the system. Like eventually the universe will notice and correct its error.

But then he's moving toward you, down the southwest walkway, and through the distance you see his eyes find yours, and he smiles - not the performance smile, but something smaller, real, meant only for you.

For a moment, the stadium fades. It's just his face - looking at you like you're the only person in the room.

Then the song ends, and he's turning, and the crowd roars, and you're just a shadow in the wings again, watching someone else's miracle from behind a curtain.

After, when the lights go down and the crowd roars and fades, you find yourself swept up with the others, with pizza that tastes like cardboard and the chaos of post-show adrenaline. You're part of the furniture here - helping Namjoon find his glasses, listening to Hoseok complain about his feet, letting Yoongi show you a meme.

"Where's Jin?" you ask at one point, noticing the empty chair.

"Asleep," Taehyung says, scrolling through his phone. "Said he's going to sleep for a year. So tired."

You laugh, and Jungkook watches you from across the room, eyes following the shape of your smile.

It's barely past eleven when Namjoon stretches, joints popping. "Food," he announces.

"That bar in the hotel, the one with the good sliders. Who's coming?"

"I'm in," Hoseok says, already reaching for his jacket.

"Me too," Jimin adds.

Taehyung looks at you, then at Jungkook, something knowing in his expression. "LA? You hungry?"

You are, suddenly - starving in a way that has nothing to do with food. You look at Jungkook. He's watching you, waiting.

"Yeah," you say. "I'm coming."

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The bar is in the lobby of their hotel, some trendy spot with leather booths and neon signs that look vintage but aren't. It's nearly midnight but Vegas doesn't sleep, the place half-full of tourists in sequins and people who lost money and are drinking their way back to even.

You slide into a booth after Namjoon, and Jungkook slides in after you, thigh pressed against yours in a way that feels deliberate. The others arrange themselves - Taehyung and Jimin on one side, Hoseok beside Namjoon - and a waiter appears with waters and menus.

He's tall, dark-haired, the kind of handsome that moves through spaces like he owns them. His eyes find yours immediately, skipping over the five famous faces at the table like they don't register, like you're the only one in the room.

"Can I get you anything else?" he asks, but he's looking at you, his smile slow and deliberate. "Another drink? Something... special?"

You order another gin and tonic, and he touches your hand when he takes the empty glass, his fingers warm, lingering. "Excellent choice. I'll make sure it's perfect for you."

You feel Jungkook shift beside you, his thigh going rigid against yours, his arm pressing harder into your shoulder.

"Thanks," you say, and the waiter smiles again, all teeth, before finally turning away.

"Friendly," Taehyung observes, his eyes amused, watching Jungkook."Very friendly," Jimin adds, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"He's just doing his job," you say, but under the table Jungkook's hand finds your knee, his grip tight, his thumb pressing hard enough to make you look at him.

"What?" you mouth.

He shakes his head, jaw tight, reaching for his water with his free hand. "Nothing."

But his hand doesn't move from your knee, and when the waiter returns - your drink balanced on his tray, his smile even wider - Jungkook's fingers dig in just slightly, a warning, a claim.

"Here you are," the waiter says, setting the glass down, his hand brushing yours as you take it. "Made it just for you. Extra lime, like you asked."

"You remembered," you say, surprised.

"I pay attention," he says, his voice dropping, intimate in the noise of the bar. "To things worth remembering."

Jungkook makes a sound, low in his throat, almost a growl. The waiter glances at him, finally, recognition flickering - oh, that’s Jeon Jungkook - but he doesn't back down. If anything, his smile widens, a challenge in his eyes.

"Anything else I can get you?" he asks, but he's looking at you, only you.

"We're good," Jungkook says, his voice flat, final, his hand sliding from your knee to your thigh, his palm hot through your jeans, claiming territory. "Thanks."

The waiter nods, slowly, his eyes lingering on you one last time before he turns away.

"Possessive," you murmur, not looking at Jungkook, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"Not," he lies, his hand staying on your thigh, his thumb tracing patterns that feel like writing, like spelling something out in a language only you two speak.

"You literally just-"

"Drink your gin," he interrupts, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on the waiter's back across the bar. "Before I do something stupid."

"Like what?"

He finally looks at you, his expression dark, his pupils blown wide in the dim light. "Like go over there and explain that you're not... that he shouldn't..."

"That I'm not what?"

He stares at you, his jaw working, his hand tightening on your thigh. "Available," he says finally, the word torn out of him. "That you're not available."

The silence between you stretches, filled with the noise of the bar, the laughter of his friends, the weight of three years of pretending.

"Am I not?" you ask, your voice quiet, barely audible.

His eyes search yours, desperate, hungry, all the things he's never let himself show you. "Are you?"

You don't answer. You can't. But you don't move his hand from your thigh, and when the waiter passes again, you don't look up, and Jungkook's fingers relax, just slightly, like he's breathing again.

"So," Jimin interrupts the two of you, leaning forward, eyes bright with mischief. "LA flies to Vegas unannounced. This is a rom-com plot."

"It's a horror movie," you say. "I'm the ghost who haunts his tour."

"You're not haunting," Jungkook says, "You're... visiting."

"Visiting," Taehyung repeats, tasting the word. "Very casual. Very normal."

You kick Jungkook's ankle. He kicks back, grinning.

The conversation moves around you - tour logistics, the venue tomorrow, Jin asleep upstairs dreaming of hibernation. You eat a slider that tastes like salt and grease and watch Jungkook from the corner of your eye. He's animated, hands moving as he talks, but every few minutes his attention drifts back to you, checking, making sure you're still there.

Hoseok orders a third plate of sliders. He eats them with the focus of a man possessed, and when he finally sits back, patting his stomach with a groan, he stretches his arms over the back of the booth and sighs, long and loud.

"God, I love Vegas," he says. "No consequences. What happens here, stays here, right?"

He says it with a grin, rubbing his stomach, and you realize he's talking about the sliders - about the gluttony, the grease, the way he's going to feel this in the morning. It's a joke about guilt, about indulgence, about pretending the things you do in this city don't follow you home.

But Jungkook looks at you, and you look at him, and for a second the noise of the bar fades out entirely. His eyes are dark in the dim light, and you know he's thinking about all the things that could happen here, all the things you've never let happen anywhere else.

You look away first. Take a long sip of your drink.

"Speaking of," Namjoon says, and his voice is careful, deliberate, breaking the spell.

"We should head up. Early call tomorrow."

"Already?" Jimin whines, but he's already sliding out.

"Come on," Hoseok says, standing. He looks at you, then at Jungkook, and his smile softens into something almost gentle. "Don't stay out too late."

They leave in a cluster, Taehyung waving over his shoulder, Jimin making a kissy face that Jungkook flips off. And then it's just you and him, alone in the booth, the neon buzzing overhead.

"You didn't have to stay," you say, tracing a water ring on the table.

"I wanted to." He pauses. "I have stuff for you, actually. Merch. The good stuff. It's in my room."

"In your room," you repeat.

"In my room."

You look at him. He's watching you carefully, no smile now, just open want and the fear that you'll say no.

"Okay," you say.

♤ ♡ ♧ ♢

The elevator ride is silent. The corridor is silent. His room is on the thirty-fourth floor, corner suite, Vegas sprawled out below like a circuit board, like a promise.

You stand at the window while he dumps his bag on the bed, spreads out offerings - a hoodie that smells like him, a hat, stickers, a photocard.

"Here," he says, patting the space beside him.

You sit. The bed dips. You're close enough to feel his heat, see the tiredness in his eyes, feel your hand trembling when you pick up the photocard.

"Someone had a fan tonight," he says, and his voice is casual, too casual, the way it gets when he's hiding something sharp.

You blink, looking up from the photocard you've been turning over in your fingers. "What?"

"At the bar." He doesn't look at you. He's arranging the stickers in a neat row, aligning their edges with precision that feels like avoidance. "The waiter - he couldn't stop looking at you."

You laugh, surprised, the sound bright in the quiet room. "Are you serious? You had like seventy-two thousand people screaming your name tonight."

"Seventy-two thousand and one," he corrects, and there's a smirk tugging at his mouth, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "But I'm serious. The waiter, Sunshine. He was into you."

"I didn't notice." You set the photocard down, reach for the hoodie, bring it to your nose to breathe in the smell of him-fabric softener and something else, something warm. "I was too busy watching you eat like you hadn't seen food in a week."

"Of course you didn't notice." He says it softly, almost to himself, and something in his tone makes you look up.

"What?"

"Nothing." He stands suddenly, moves to the window, his back to you. "It's just... you never do. Notice things."

You frown, the hoodie forgotten in your lap. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you fly in, you fly out, and you act like you're just passing through." He's still not looking at you, his reflection fractured in the glass, doubled by the city lights behind him. "Like this-" he gestures vaguely at the space between you, at the room, at everything "-like it's just... convenient. Like I'm just convenient."

"Jungkook-"

"Three months." He turns now, and his face is carefully blank, the mask he wears for interviews, for cameras, for strangers. "Three months since you were in Seoul. And you didn't even tell me you were thinking about coming tonight. Hoseok knew before I did."

"I wanted to surprise you-"

"Surprise me," he repeats, and there's a note in his voice you can't name. "Or keep your options open? In case you changed your mind?"

You stand up, blood starting to rush in your ears. "That's not fair."

"Is it?" He takes a step toward you, then stops, like he's afraid of what he'll do if he gets closer. "Last time you were in Tokyo, you left early. Said you had work. But I saw the pictures. You were at the beach with friends. You just... didn't want to stay."

"That was different-"

"Was it?" Another step. His hands are fisted at his sides. "Or the time before that, in New York? You said you'd come to the show, but you got 'caught up' with your ex-"

"He needed help moving-"

"And you needed to be there." He's close now, close enough that you can see the pulse hammering in his throat, the flush high on his cheeks. "You needed to be there for him, but you can't be here. Not really. Not when it counts."

"That's not-" You shake your head, defensive, confused by the velocity of this, by how fast the ground is shifting beneath you. "I'm here now. I flew here. For you."

"For now," he says, and his voice cracks, just slightly, just enough. "For tonight. And then what? Tomorrow you'll be back in LA, and you'll text me when you're bored, when you need a distraction, when you want to feel like someone wants you-"

"Stop-"

"But actually showing up?" He's not yelling, but his voice has gone tight, strange, the way guitar strings sound before they snap. "Actually staying? Letting this be real? You'd never risk it. Because then you might have to want me back. You might have to need me. And god forbid, Sunshine-god forbid you ever need anyone."

The words hit like a slap. You stare at him, breathing hard, the makeup Miyoung applied feeling suddenly like a mask, like armor you don't know how to remove.

"That's not fair," you whisper, but your voice breaks.

"Isn't it?" He turns away again, paces to the window, and his reflection is fractured, doubled, and you can't tell which one is the real him. "At least the waiter looked at you. At least he saw you. You act like I'm invisible unless you need something. Unless you're lonely, unless you're sad, unless you want someone to tell you you're pretty at 3 AM-"

"Fuck you," you say, louder now, anger rising up to meet the hurt. "That's not- I'm not-"

"What?" He spins around. "What are you, Sunshine? Tell me. Because from where I'm standing, you're the girl who keeps me on a shelf. Who takes me down when she's bored and puts me back when she's done. And I keep letting you. I keep waiting by the phone like some fucking-"

"Stop it!" You grab your bag from the chair, hands shaking. "I'm not doing this. I'm not-"

You get three steps toward the door before his hand closes around your wrist.

"Let go."

"Why?" His grip tightens, not hard, just enough to stop you, enough to make you feel the heat of his palm against your pulse point. "So you can run again? Back to LA, right? Back where it's safe? Where you don't have to feel anything?"

You wrench your arm, but he doesn't let go. You're facing each other now, breathing hard, inches apart, and you can see the shine in his eyes that he won't let become tears, can see the way his jaw is clenched so tight it must ache.

"Say it," he says, low, rough. "Say you're running."

"I'm not-"

"Say it."

And you can't. Because you're not running, you've never been able to run from him, not when he's looking at you like this - like you're breaking his heart and saving it all at once.

"I hate you," you whisper.

"No, you don't," he says, and then his mouth is on yours.

It's hard and desperate and tastes like years of waiting, and for a moment you melt into it, your body betraying you, your hands fisting in his shirt and pulling him closer. But then your brain catches up, the words he just threw at you still sharp in your chest, and you push against his shoulders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"Wait," you breathe, your lips tingling, your heart hammering. "Wait, you don't get to do that."

He's breathing hard, his eyes dark, his hands still gripping your waist. "Do what?"

"Blame me," you say, your voice shaking. "You don't get to tell me I never stay, that I never risk anything, and then just kiss me like that fixes it. Like I'm the only one who messed this up."

His jaw tightens. "That's not what I-"

"It is," you cut him off, pushing against his chest until he steps back, giving you space. "You want to talk about me leaving? About me not expressing my feelings? Well what about you, Jungkook? When have you ever told me to stay? When have you ever actually said what you want?"

He stares at you, chest heaving, and you see something flicker in his eyes - hurt, defensiveness, the mirror of your own accusations.

"I've been here," he says, his voice low, dangerous. "I've been right here, watching you date assholes who don't deserve you, watching you leave and come back and leave again. What was I supposed to do? Beg you?"

"Yes!" you shout, the word tearing out of you. "Maybe! Or at least tell me! Tell me you want me to stay instead of just letting me go, letting me think you don't care-"

"I care," he snaps, stepping toward you again, crowding you back against the wall. "I care so fucking much it makes me sick. Is that what you want to hear? That I've been in love with you for three years and I've been dying every time you walk away?"

Your breath catches. "Then why didn't you say-"

"Because you were always leaving!" He's close now, so close, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. "And you seemed fine with it. You seemed fine with whatever we are."

"I'm not bored," you whisper, your voice breaking. "I was never bored. I was scared. I'm still scared."

"Of what?"

"Of this," you say, gesturing between you. "Of wanting you this much. Of needing you and having you leave instead."

"I'm not leaving," he says, his voice softer now, raw. "I've never left. You're the one who-"

"Because you never asked me to stay," you interrupt, and there are tears in your eyes now, hot and humiliating. "You never said don't go. You just let me."

He stares at you, his expression shifting, softening, the anger draining out of him like water. "I didn't think I had the right," he admits, quiet. "I didn't think you wanted me to ask."

"Well I did," you say, your voice small. "I do."

He leans in then, slow, giving you time to pull away, and brushes his lips against yours - softer this time, questioning. You don't pull away. You kiss him back, tentative, tasting the salt of tears you can't tell are his or yours.

"Stay," he whispers against your mouth, his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. "Don't go back to LA. Not yet. Stay with me."

"You don't mean that," you say, but you're kissing him again, deeper now, your hands sliding up his chest.

"I do," he insists, breaking the kiss to look at you, his eyes fierce. "I've never meant anything more. Stay tonight. Stay tomorrow. Stay-"

"Stop talking," you breathe, and pull him back to you, your mouth crashing against his, hungry, desperate.

He groans, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you, and you wrap your legs around him, the friction of him against you making you both gasp. He walks you backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, and then you're falling, hitting the mattress with him on top of you, settling between your legs with a weight that feels perfect, inevitable.

"Wait," you gasp, tearing your mouth away, your head spinning. "Wait, I'm still mad at you."

"Good," he growls, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking hard enough to mark. "Be mad. Yell at me. But don't leave."

"I'm not-" you break off with a moan as he grinds against you, his hips rolling in a way that makes you see stars. "I'm not leaving, but you- you have to-"

"Have to what?" He lifts his head, his eyes dark, challenging. "Tell me what you want, Sunshine. Use your words."

"I want you to stop talking in circles," you manage, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him back to you. "I want you to show me. Show me you want me."

He kisses you again, hard, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, and you meet him with equal fervor, your teeth clicking, your breath mingling. He pulls back just enough to strip your shirt over your head, and you help him, your bra following, and then you're bare and he's looking at you like you're the only thing in the world.

"Beautiful," he breathes, and then his mouth is on your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth, and you cry out, arching into him.

"Fuck," you gasp, your hands tangled in his hair, holding him there. "Jungkook-"

He switches sides, his hand replacing his mouth on the first breast, pinching and rolling your nipple while he sucks hard on the other, and you're whimpering now, your hips bucking up against him, seeking friction.

"Still mad?" he asks against your skin, his voice smug, teasing.

"Yes," you breathe, but you're pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. "Take this off. I want to feel you."

He sits back, stripping his shirt off, and you sit up too, reaching for him, your hands running over his chest, his shoulders, the ink on his arms. He shivers under your touch, his eyes falling closed, and you lean in, pressing your mouth to his collarbone, his throat, biting gently at his jaw.

"Tell me," you whisper against his skin. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," he says, his voice rough, his hands gripping your hips. "I want your mouth on me. I want to be inside you. I want everything, Sunshine, I've wanted everything for so fucking long-"

You push him back, guiding him until he's sitting on the edge of the bed, and you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands working at his jeans. He lifts his hips, helps you strip him, and then he's naked in front of you, hard and thick and straining toward you, and you want him in your mouth more than you want to breathe.

"Fuck," he breathes as you wrap your hand around him, stroke him once, twice. "Sunshine, you don't have to-"

"I want to," you say, looking up at him through your lashes. "I've wanted to. Tell me to stop and I will."

"Don't stop," he groans, his head falling back. "Please, god, don't stop-"

You lean in and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip, and he shouts, his hips jerking forward. You take him into your mouth, sucking lightly, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head, and his hands are in your hair, not pushing, just holding, his fingers trembling.

"Your mouth," he pants, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, your mouth, I've thought about this-"

You take him deeper, inch by inch, until he's hitting the back of your throat, and you swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks. He cries out, a raw, guttural sound, and you pull back slowly, letting him feel every inch, then sink back down, finding a rhythm.

"So good," he babbles, his hips stuttering. "So fucking good, you're perfect-"

You pull off with a wet sound, catching your breath, and he whines at the loss, his eyes opening, fixed on you with desperate hunger. You meet his gaze, then lower your head to his balls, heavy and drawn up tight. You lick at them, soft and wet, and he groans, long and low, his knees spreading wider.

"Sunshine- fuck, that's- don't stop-"

You take one into your mouth, sucking gently, rolling it on your tongue, and the sound he makes is inhuman, a broken moan that echoes off the walls. You lavish attention on them, sucking one and then the other, taking them both into your mouth and rolling them gently, and he's babbling now, incoherent, his hands tight in your hair.

"I'm gonna come," he warns, his voice strained. "Fuck, I'm close, please-"

You pull off with a wet sound, denying him, and he whines, high and desperate, his hips chasing your mouth.

"Not yet," you say, your voice filthy, and you start kissing your way up his body - his hip bone, the sharp line of his stomach, the ridge of his ribs. You push him back onto the bed, your hands firm on his chest, and he goes willingly, sprawling back against the sheets, his cock twitching against his stomach, wet and aching.

"Sunshine," he groans, his voice wrecked. "Please, I need to-"

"You don't get to finish yet," you interrupt, straddling his thighs, pinning him down. "Not when you've been such an ass."

"Then punish me," he challenges, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. "Go ahead."

You lean down, your mouth finding his nipple, and you suck hard, teasing with your teeth, and he shouts, his back arching off the bed, his hands flying to your hair. "Fuck- fuck, that's-"

He snarls, flipping you over suddenly, his strength surprising you, pinning you beneath him. You gasp, your back hitting the mattress, and he's between your legs, his hands rough on your thighs, spreading you open.

"My turn," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You got to play. Now I get to taste."

He doesn't wait for permission. He dives in, his mouth hot and filthy on your cunt, licking a broad stripe up your folds that has you screaming, your hands fisting in the sheets. He groans against you, the vibration making you see stars, and then he's spitting on you, wet and obscene, rubbing it into your clit with his thumb before he goes back to sucking you into his mouth.

"Look at you," he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to speak, his chin wet with you, his eyes fixed on your face. "Look how fucking desperate you are. Grinding on me like you couldn't wait to get this pussy on my tongue."

"Jungkook-" you whimper, your hips bucking up, seeking more.

"You want me to eat you out?" he asks, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "You want me to make you come all over my face? Say it."

"Yes," you gasp, your face burning, your body aching. "Yes, please, eat me out, I need it-"

He goes back to work with a vengeance, his tongue circling your clit before he sucks it hard into his mouth, his fingers sliding into you, curling to find that spot that makes you cry out. He's messy, filthy, spitting on you again to make you wetter, his fingers fucking you in time with the suction of his mouth, and the sounds he's making - groaning like he's the one being worshipped-are driving you insane.

"So fucking sweet," he pants against your thigh, his fingers never stopping, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Tastes so good. Been dreaming about this, dreaming about having you like this, making you scream-"

"Don't stop," you beg, your voice breaking, your hands in his hair, holding him there. "Please, don't stop, I'm so close-"

"Come for me," he demands, his tongue flat against you, licking broad and filthy. "Come on my tongue, Sunshine. Let me drink you down."

You do. You let go, and the orgasm crashes through you, violent and overwhelming, your back arching, your vision whiting out, your body clamping down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. He doesn't stop, keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you're whimpering, oversensitive, trying to close your legs.

"Can't take it," you gasp, pushing at his shoulders. "Too much-"

He crawls up your body, his face wet with you, and kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself, filthy and perfect. You can feel him, hard and thick against your thigh, already ready again, desperate and throbbing.

"Let me get a condom," he mutters against your mouth, his hand reaching toward the nightstand.

You catch his wrist, stopping him, your heart hammering against your ribs. "No," you breathe, your voice raw, desperate. "Please. I want to feel you. Just you."

He freezes, his eyes snapping to yours, dark and blown wide. "Sunshine," he warns, his voice rough, strained. "You sure? I can't- fuck, I need to be careful with you-"

"I'm sure," you insist, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, your heels digging into his lower back. "I'm on the pill. And I trust you. I want to feel you come inside me, Jungkook. Please."

He groans, a broken, guttural sound, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body trembling against you. "Fuck," he whispers, his voice wrecked. "You can't say shit like that. You can't-"

"Then do it," you challenge, rolling your hips against him, feeling the hot, hard length of him slide against your wetness. "Fuck me bare. Fill me up. Show me you mean it."

He snarls, his restraint snapping, and then he's pushing into you, slow and deep and completely unhindered, and the feeling is overwhelming - hot and thick and perfect, skin against skin with nothing between you. You both cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck," he pants, his eyes rolling back, his jaw clenched tight. "Fuck, you feel- you're so hot, so wet, I can feel all of you-"

"Move," you beg, your voice breaking, your legs tight around him. "Please, Jungkook, move, I need you-"

He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in, hard and deep, and the sound that tears from your throat is primal, needy. The friction is perfect, intense, every ridge of him dragging against your walls, and he's groaning with every thrust, his head thrown back, his chest heaving.

"So good," he grits out, his hips snapping against yours, setting a brutal rhythm. "So fucking good, you're taking all of me, fuck- you're so tight around me, squeezing me-"

"Yes," you gasp, your head thrown back, your back arching off the bed. "Yes, just like that, don't stop, harder-"

He gives you harder, his hips pistoning against yours, the bed creaking beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall. He's hitting something deep inside you, a spot that makes your vision blur at the edges, and you're clawing at his back, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

"Touch yourself," he demands, his voice ragged, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own pleasure mounts. "I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you."

You slide your hand between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, swollen and sensitive, and you rub tight, desperate circles. The added sensation is too much, just enough, and you're climbing again, the pleasure building in waves that crash higher and higher.

"Jungkook," you warn, your voice high, broken. "I'm gonna- I'm close-"

"Not yet," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm as he chases his own release. "Not yet, I need to feel you from behind, need to see that ass while I fuck you-"

He pulls out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching, and he flips you over with rough hands, pulling your hips up until you're on your knees, your face pressed against the mattress. He spreads you open with his hands, groaning at the sight of you, wet and open and waiting for him.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips, his thumbs spreading your folds. "Look how fucking wet you are for me, dripping down your thighs-"

"Please," you whimper, pushing back against him, seeking friction, seeking him. "Please, Jungkook, I need you inside me-"

He pushes in with one long, smooth thrust, deeper from this angle, hitting places that make you scream into the mattress, your fingers fisting in the sheets. He's groaning, long and low, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts.

"So deep," he pants, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, you're so deep like this, taking all of me, fuck-"

He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, wet and filthy. He's hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, the one that makes your legs shake, your vision blur, and you're pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

"Touch yourself," he demands again, his hand coming around your hip, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough and filthy. "Come for me, Sunshine. Come on my cock while I fuck you like this-"

"Yes," you gasp, your voice muffled against the mattress. "Yes, don't stop, I'm so close-"

He doesn't stop. He fucks you harder, his fingers working your clit in tight, desperate circles, and you're climbing, climbing, the coil tightening, tightening, until-

You come with a scream, your back arching, your body clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses that draw out his own climax. But he doesn't stop, keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out until you're whimpering, oversensitive, your body trembling.

"One more," he growls, his voice strained, his thrusts becoming jerky, desperate. "One more position, I want to see your face when I come-"

He pulls out, flipping you over again, and pulls you up until you're straddling him, your hands braced on his chest. He guides himself back into you, his hands on your hips, and you sink down onto him, taking him deep, so deep you feel impossibly full.

"Ride me," he demands, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. "Ride my cock, Sunshine. Show me how much you want it-"

You do. You roll your hips, finding a rhythm, your hands bracing on his chest, your nails digging into his skin. He's groaning, his head thrown back, his hands gripping your waist, guiding you, lifting you and pulling you back down onto him.

"Fuck," he grits out, his hips bucking up to meet you, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm. "You're so fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock, fuck- I'm close, I'm so close-"

He groans, long and low, and then he's coming, his whole body tensing, his cock pulsing inside you, hot and thick and filling you completely. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, his forehead pressed against your chest, his breath hot and fast against your skin.

"Fuck," he pants, still twitching inside you, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, Sunshine, I wish you could taste me inside of you."

You whimper at the thought, at the filth of it, but before you can respond, he's flipping you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, and diving between your thighs. You gasp, shocked, as he licks at your folds, messy and desperate, gathering the wetness of you both on his tongue.

"Jungkook-" you breathe, your hands flying to his hair, but he's relentless, lapping at you with long, filthy strokes, his tongue delving inside to taste where he just filled you, where you're still warm and full of him.

He lifts his head, his chin wet, his eyes dark and fixed on yours, and then he's crawling up your body, his hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. He leans down and spits into your mouth, the taste of you both mingled on your tongue, warm and filthy and intimate, and you moan around it, swallowing, your whole body trembling.

He kisses you then, hard and desperate, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, sharing the taste, the intimacy of it overwhelming, perfect. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your hands fisting in his hair, holding him to you, tasting yourself and him together, the most vulnerable thing you've ever shared.

When he finally pulls back, he's breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching your face like he's memorizing you.

"Stay," he whispers, his voice rough, his thumb brushing your swollen lower lip. "Not just for now. Stay."

You close your eyes, your heart hammering, and for the first time, you let yourself want it too. "Okay," you whisper. "I'll stay."

♤ ♡ ♧ ♢

The Vegas sun is too bright. It cuts through the gap in the curtains like a warning, landing directly on your face, and you groan, pulling the sheet over your head. Your body aches in places you forgot existed. Your mouth tastes like him, like the filthy things you said to each other in the dark.

You become aware, slowly, that you are not alone in the bed.

He's awake. You can tell by the quality of the silence, the way he's holding himself still, pretending to sleep. You can feel his eyes on you even through the sheet.

"Stop staring," you mumble, your voice wrecked.

"I'm not staring," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I'm admiring."

You peel the sheet down just enough to glare at him. He's on his stomach, chin propped on his hands, the blanket low on his hips, the ink on his arm shifting as he breathes. He looks annoyingly perfect. Rested. Like he didn't spend hours fucking you until you couldn't remember your own name.

"You're too smug," you say, pulling the sheet back up. "This is weird."

"What's weird?"

"This." You gesture vaguely at the space between you, at the wreckage of the room, your clothes scattered like evidence. "Weird."

He laughs, soft and warm, and reaches out, his hand finding your hip under the sheet. "It's not weird. It's us. Just... finally."

"Don't say finally like that. Like it's inevitable. Like you knew."

"I did know," he says simply, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "I've known for three years. You were the one who needed convincing."

You bury your face in the pillow, your face burning. "I hate you."

"You don't." He tugs at the sheet, trying to pull you closer. "Come here."

You let him pull you, let yourself be arranged against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on your head. You breathe him in, memorizing this, knowing you shouldn't.

"I have to go back," you say, the words quiet, into his skin.

He goes still. "What?"

"To LA. My flight's at noon."

"Today?" His voice changes, something cracking. "You just got here."

"I know." You close your eyes, your heart hammering. "But I have work. I have... I can't just stay, Jungkook. I can't just-"

"Can't you?" He pulls back, his hands finding your face, tilting it up to look at him. His expression is wrecked, all the softness gone, replaced by something desperate. "Can't you just... stay? For once?"

"I can't." Your voice breaks. "I want to. God, I want to. But I can't."

He stares at you, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones, his eyes searching yours like he's looking for something to hold onto. "So that's it? We do this, we finally do this, and you just... leave?"

"Jungkook-"

"Don't." He lets go, rolling onto his back, his arm thrown over his eyes. "Don't say my name like that. Not if you're going."

The silence stretches, heavy and awful, filled with the hum of the city below, the reality of morning after.

"I'll be back," you whisper, not sure if it's true, not sure if you're promising something you can keep.

"When?"

"I don't know."

He laughs, but it sounds broken. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

You sit up, the sheet pooling around your waist, your chest tight, your eyes burning. You should get dressed. You should leave. You should do what you always do.

But you can't move. You can't make yourself stand up and walk away from this, from him, from the only thing that's ever felt like home.

"Look at me," you say, your voice rough.

He doesn't. He keeps his arm over his eyes, his jaw tight, his whole body radiating hurt.

"Jungkook. Look at me."

Slowly, painfully, he lowers his arm. His eyes are red-rimmed, wet, and it breaks something in you to see it, to know you put that there.

"I'm not running," you say, the words careful, deliberate. "I'm not... this isn't me leaving because I don't want this. I want this. I want you. But I have things I can't just drop. You know that. You have things too."

"So what do we do?" he asks, his voice small, younger than you've ever heard him.

"I don't know," you admit. "But... we figure it out? Together?"

He stares at you, his expression shifting, hope warring with fear. "Together," he repeats, like he's testing the word.

"Yeah." You reach for his hand, your fingers interlacing with his. "I'm not good at this. I'm going to mess it up. But... I want to try. If you do."

He doesn't answer immediately. He looks at your joined hands, at the morning light catching on your skin, at the wreckage of the room around you.

"There's a show in LA," he says finally, his voice quiet. "In three months."

Your breath catches. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He looks up at you, his expression softening, something like a smile touching his mouth. "Maybe... maybe you could be there. In the audience. Not backstage, not hiding. Just... there. Watching."

"I could do that," you whisper, your heart hammering.

"And after," he continues, his thumb brushing your knuckles, "maybe we could get dinner. Somewhere public. Where people might see."

"Jungkook-"

"I want people to see," he says, his voice firmer now, his eyes holding yours. "I want them to know. I'm tired of hiding this. I'm tired of pretending you don't matter."

You stare at him, this boy who waited, who wanted, who finally let himself have you only to watch you leave. You think of three months, of phone calls and time zones and the particular ache of missing someone who exists in a different world.

"Okay," you say, the word barely audible. "Okay. I'll be there. Front row."

"Please," he counters, a ghost of his smirk returning. "I want to see your face when I sing."

"Deal."

You lean down, kiss him slow and careful, tasting the salt of tears neither of you shed, the promise of something you don't know how to keep. When you pull back, he's smiling, sad but real, his hand still holding yours like he's afraid to let go.

"Go," he says softly. "Before I convince you to stay."

"I don't need much convincing."

"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "That's what scares me."

You dress in silence, wearing the hoodie he gave you last night, your clothes scattered like breadcrumbs, evidence of what you did here. He watches from the bed, the sheet wrapped around his waist, his eyes following you like he's memorizing you, like he's already missing you.

At the door, you turn. He's still watching, his expression open, vulnerable, nothing like the boy who performs for millions.

"Three months," you say.

"Three months," he echoes.

You smile, small and real, and walk out the door before you can change your mind.

♤ ♡ ♧ ♢

The camera wobbles as he adjusts it on the hotel dresser, angling it toward the bed. He's shirtless, hair messy, eyes soft with sleep and something else, something sated and sad all at once. The morning light filters through the curtains, golden and lazy, illuminating the wreckage of the room - clothes on the floor, sheets tangled, evidence of a night he can't talk about.

"Morning routine," he says, his voice rough, still sleep-thick. "Vegas edition."

He moves through the room collecting things - his phone charger, a water bottle, the vintage camcorder he uses for everything. He doesn't make the bed. He doesn't notice the white bra peeking out from beneath the rumpled white sheets, the strap just visible, the lace detail catching the light.

He sits on the edge of the bed, the camera still rolling, and runs a hand through his hair. "Good show last night," he says, his smile small, private, meant for someone who isn't there. "Really good night."

He stands, stretches, his back to the camera, and the sheets shift, the bra sliding more fully into view - delicate, feminine, utterly wrong for a hotel room where a boy band member sleeps alone.

"Anyway," he says, turning back, oblivious. "Day four today, I'll see you all very soon." He reaches for the camera, hand covering the lens. "Cut."

♤ ♡ ♧ ♢

The video is everywhere within minutes. Screenshots, zoomed-in crops, slow-motion replays. The hashtag starts trending before lunch.

@/kookielover97: um. um. UM. WHAT IS THAT IN THE BED????

@/bangtantheories: THE SHEETS ARE WHITE. THE BRA IS WHITE. HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE. HE POSTED THIS. HE ACTUALLY POSTED THIS.

@/jungkookbiased: zoom in. zoom in on the bed. second frame from the end. that is NOT a tank top. that is NOT his. WHOSE IS THAT

@/rkivesarchive: ENHANCE. ENHANCE. the lace detail. the strap width. that's a WOMEN'S bra. a women's BRA.

@/kookenthusiasts: he slept in that bed. someone else slept in that bed. HE SMILED LIKE THAT AND SOMEONE SLEPT IN THAT BED.

@/jimingotjams: the bra appears to be a standard white t-shirt bra, possibly Calvin Klein or similar mid-range brand. not expensive. not fancy. someone PRACTICAL was there

@/seokjinsfishingrod: practical. someone practical. someone who doesn't need to impress him. someone who already KNOWS him.

@/theorythread: let's analyze the timeline. he posted the vlog at 11am vegas time. his flight was at 2pm. that means he filmed this MORNING. after someone LEFT. the bed is unmade. the bra is UNDER the sheets. they SLEPT there. together

@/kookielover97: IM SO JEALOUS

@/bangtantheories: the smile. watch the smile again. that's not a performance smile. that's a "i got laid and i'm sad about it" smile. that's a "someone left me" smile. WHO LEFT YOU JUNGKOOK???

@/armydetective: the hoodie he was wearing in his last story. the oversized one. the MERCH one. someone was wearing it. someone was wearing HIS hoodie. and left their BRA.

@/tatasandtaetas: SHE TOOK THE HOODIE. SHE LEFT THE BRA. THIS IS CINEMA.

♤ ♡ ♧ ♢

The text comes through as you're above the clouds, the plane humming around you, his hoodie still soft against your skin. You pull out your phone, expecting a goodbye, a safe flight, something sweet.

Instead: a photo. His hand. Your bra - the white one you couldn't find this morning, the one you left behind in your hurry - wrapped in his fingers, the comments visible on his laptop screen in the background. No words. Just proof.

Then another text.

JK: 2.7 million views

JK: They found you

Your stomach drops. You open the link he sends and there it is - the vlog, the screenshot, the zoomed-in crop of white on white, your bra visible in the wreckage of the bed you shared. The comments are already endless. Bra girl. Who is she. Find her.

You: oh my god

You: jungkook you didn't notice???

JK: I noticed now

JK: I'm keeping it

JK: let them look. let them wonder. I know who you are

You stare at the screen, your heart hammering against your ribs, the hum of the plane filling your ears. Somewhere below, the internet is on fire. Somewhere behind you, he's holding onto the only piece of you he has left, refusing to let go.

JK: three months

JK: front row

JK: I'll see you there

You close your eyes, the phone warm in your hand, his words settling somewhere deep in your chest. Outside the window, clouds stretch endless and white. Ahead, Los Angeles waits. And three months from now, so does he.

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꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ Cigarettes after Sex. ˎˊ˗

Pairings: smoker!jungkook x smoker!reader

Tags/Warnings: smut, fluff, thigh grinding, switch!JK, switch!reader, established relationship, titty sucking (m/f receiving) IT'S OKAY, oral (f/m), blowjob, mutual obsession, back shots, smoking, LOTS OF LOVEEEE, they are just freaked out. slice of life, cute couple 🥹🥹

Enjoy!

There was always something so intimate about 1 a.m movie nights with your signifigant other. Your legs drappe over theirs, or even your head on their lap as you lean into their touch. A bag of chips laying on the coffee table opened and half-eaten.

Especially with Jungkook's busy schedule, getting nights like this wasn't often, he'd normally come home around this time and just want to go to bed. Jungkook always found way to still spend time together, that's what you loved about him.

You've always supported his dreams no matter what. His busy schedule never infuriated you. That's what Jungkook adored about you, you saw him as him, not "Jungkook of BTS."

Your both trying to spend as much time together as possible since Jungkook's leaving for tour soon. He's become extra clingy lately knowing he wont be able to see you for a couple months.

This is how it always is with his tours and schedule. I mean, he's in the biggest boyband worldwide, his company milks him and his members dry.

You'll do what you always do, stay at his place, wearing his t-shirts everyday, try to find a new hobby to keep yourself busy, binge kdramas and eat Buldak ramen everyday. The usual.

The clock hit's 2 a.m as Your both eating whats left of the potato chips. The movie is dying out, you've both watched this movie 5 times with each other. You had to fight him because of it. It's his favorite and he pulls out the, "Your gonna miss watching this with me when i'm gone." So of course he guilt-tripped you into watching it.

"Jungkook.."

"hm."

"Why are the chips being eaten so quickly."

"I don't know, we've been eating them." He says, carelessly. "Kook, I never trust my food around you, it's always gone by the time I get to my third bite." You sit up and grab the chip bag from him. He looks at the TV, playing it cool as you look inside the bag.

"Kook! There was only half left and I only got like 5 chips!" He puts his hands up, surrendering. "Baby you know not to trust me with food unsupervised." You roll your eyes playfully. The movie long forgotten as the credit start to roll. You get up to throw away the chips.

Jungkook playfully slaps your butt as you jump a little, swatting his shoulder.

When you come back, Jungkook stands up. "Wanna go lay in bed?" You nod as your exhausted yourself. You turn off the rest of the lights in the house as you follow him. He takes the decorative pillows off the bed and slides right in. You do the same.

He smoothly slides right behind you, placing his face in the crook of your neck as he places soft kisses. His hand drapped around your waist.

"Kook."

"hm?" he responds as he continues to place soft kisses on your neck and jawline. "What're you doing?"

"I'm going to miss you so much baby.." He admits, saying in between kisses. "I'll miss you to," You squeeze his hand thats on his waist. His lips start to gently suck on your neck causing you to softly whimper. "Kook..." you breath out.

You turn to face him, grabbing his face to land a kiss on his mouth, he deepens it. You can taste the smoke from his earlier smoke session with one of his members. You don't mind, your to lost in love to mind.

Jungkook slides his tongue into your mouth with ease causing you to whimper. Your hands go down to his biceps squeezing slightly as you sit up, guiding him with you. Your breath hitches as his hands snake around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck as he smiles into the kiss.

You can feel his growing erection touching your clothed pussy. You start to soflty grind against his bonder, Jungkook lets out a shuttered gasp, interupting the kiss.

Everytime Jungkook reacts to you pleasing him, it makes you want to do it even more. It makes you unstoppable. As you grind Jungkook helps steady the pace by guiding you with his hands on your waist.

It starts to feel so good you keep whimpering into the kiss, becoming a needy mess. "Mmm fuck I love you kook." You openly admit.

"Mm, I love you to baby." There it is. That nickname that he knows drives you crazy. But he doesn't stop doing it.

Your body let's in a uncomfortable warmth as your orgasm builds up, your stomach tying into a bunch of knots. Jungkooks boner gets so hard you know it hurts. You pick up the pace, chasing your orgasm as you let out a soft moan. You break up the kiss to lay your head on his shoulder, your body starting to feel overstimulated.

"There you go." Jungkook praises, it only Worsenes your situation.

You let out one more shattered gasp as you cum in your underwear, Jungkook thigh is soaked with your juices. You lay there on his chest catching your breath as you sit up.

You motion for him to lean back against the head board as you lay on your side next to him. You pull his boxers down letting his hard cock spring free. You spit in your hand and start to lightly stroke it, playing with the tip as your tongue latches onto his nipple.

Jungkooks hips buck up due to the sensations he softly whimpers as you keep sucking on his nipple.

You softly hum, quickening the pace as you stroke him, his red tip glistening with precum as you spread your saliva on his shaft. He leans his head back, his eyes closing as he groans.

His hips buck up again, you know he's close. He spreads his legs wider as you latch off of his nipple and lean down towards his cock, putting just the tip in your mouth as you swirl around it. Your hand giving him soft strokes as you continue to suck on the tip before taking him whole in your mouth.

Jungkook groans, you love those sounds he makes it only makes you wetter.

You can feel him about to cum, you always know because he will slightly squirm. You look up at him with batted eyes. He lets out one loud groan as he shoots spurts of white cum down your throat. You take him out of your mouth before you lick up the left overs on your mouth and his shaft.

Jungkook sits up and rolls you over, you land on your back and jungkook is quick to pull your thighs apart. He leans down and starts to plant soft kisses on your clothed folds before he takes your panties off and throws them somewhere in the room.

He gives you a couple licks before diving in, he starts to eat you out and giving you no mercy. Your hands instantly pull at his hair as your hips buck. Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you down.

Your eyes closed and brows furrowed as your cheeks start to blush. Your stomach knotting up from the sensations.

"Gonna cum already sweetheart?" He grins, his nose rubbing on your slick folds.

You nod frantically as you let out soft whimpers.

You feel your releasing coming so quickly, only Jungkook has this affect on you.

You let out one more shattered breath as you cum, your juices all over his mouth as he licks them all up. He wipes his mouth before leaning over you and kissing you deeply.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into the kiss. Jungkook places his knee on the bed to get closer as he aligns himself at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly while kissing you, one hand on his cock, the other next to your head. You moan into the kiss as you feel him take up all the space in your walls.

Jungkook curses under his breath. He starts to slowly move, giving you time to adjust. He breaks the kiss and grabs your thighs, putting them together and pushing them towards your chest.

He starts to speed up, your hands cover your face due to the pleasure Jungkook gives you. The sound of skin slapping fills the silent room, and the occasional groans that leave Jungkook's mouth. Your walls clench around his cock, making him loose all sense of control.

Jungkook releases your thighs as you push them to your chest to give him more room. He leans down and starts nibbling on your nipple. Your back arches as he grabs your right boob, kneading it softly.

He knows all of your senstive spots, your weaknesses, every way to make you fall apart.

"Kook...I'm gonn-"

"I know, I know baby."

You let out a whimpered cry as you chase your release. Jungkook quickens his pace, hitting the perfect spot to make you see stars.

Your release catches up to you as you clench around him. You back arched and brows furrowed as you release on his shaft. His release comes seconds and later as he spills your seed inside of you. You let out a broken sob as you lay there, spent. Jungkook gently pulls out and rubs your entrance.

Jungkook reaches for his boxers as he slips them on. He crawls on the bed and reaches for you as he leans against the headboard and pulls you against his chest, his arms drapped around you, tracing soft circles on your chest.

He grabs the controller and turns on the TV, the room only lit by his skylight and bedside lamp. The glow of the TV reflecting as he puts on your favorite show.

He leans over and grabs his cigeratte pack and lighter. He hands you one and waits for you to put it in your mouth before lighting it for you. You exhale the smoke and give him the next hit. Jungkook looks up as he makes a smoke ring.

"I still don't know how you can do that. Who taught you.?

He laughs as he hands you the cigeratte. He places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder as he traps you into his touch. You lean your head back on his shoulder as you exhale the smoke.

"I love you." Jungkook whispers softly in your ear as you reach to scratch his jaw lightly.

[lenasfaceclaimdirectory]

── .✦Oliver Jackson-Cohen » Actor » Egyptian Jewish, English ➢ Birthplace:  Westminster, London, England, U.K. ➢ Date of Birth: October 24th, 1986 ➢ Most Known for: ▸The Haunting of Hill House ▸The Haunting of Bly Manor ▸The Invisible Man

[stlllle]

──𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙀::After years of love, Bang Chan’s obsession awakens — he needs to breed you. Tonight, he worships, claims, and begs to fill you with his child.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎::Breeding Kink • Impregnation Fantasy • Size Kink • Breast Worship • Oral (F Receiving) • Cowgirl • Dirty Talk • Creampie • Consensual • Extremely Explicit

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀::2k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰Bang Chan x f!reader

𖦹𝗔/𝗻::Why do I keep changing my blog every five minutes? Someone stop me 😭

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The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the tall windows.

You and Chan had been together for four years—four years of shared laughter, late-night studio sessions, and a love that only seemed to grow deeper with time. But lately, something had shifted in him.

You’d caught the way his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual, especially on your stomach, your hips, and your breasts. His touches had become more possessive, more intentional. And tonight, that obsession finally spilled over.

Chan had you pinned gently against the bedroom door the moment you both stepped inside after dinner. His broad chest pressed into your back as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, kissing, sucking, tasting.

“Baby…” he murmured, voice already husky with need. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you. About us.”

His hands slid under your shirt, cupping your breasts immediately. He groaned at the soft weight of them in his palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened. Chan had always been obsessed with your chest, but tonight his touch was almost reverent.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” he whispered, squeezing them gently. “So full… so soft.”

You gasped as he turned you around and pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion. His dark eyes dropped to your breasts, pupils blown wide with lust. Without another word, he leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking slowly while his hand kneaded the other. The wet heat of his tongue made your knees weak.

“Chan…” you moaned, fingers threading through his curly hair.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes intense. “I want you tonight. All of you. No protection. Nothing between us.”

Your breath hitched. You’d talked about kids before—someday—but the way he said it now carried a raw hunger that made heat pool between your thighs.

He walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed, then laid you down carefully. Chan stripped his own shirt off, revealing the hard planes of muscle he’d built over years of dancing and training. He was big—broad shoulders, thick arms, and the kind of solid body that always made you feel small beneath him. Size kink had always been a quiet thrill between you, and he knew it.

He crawled over you, kissing you deeply. His tongue slid against yours, slow and filthy, while his hand pushed your skirt up your thighs. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your body, stopping to worship your breasts again—licking, sucking, gently biting until you were squirming and panting.

When he reached your hips, he dragged your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide. The sight of you bare and glistening made him growl.

“Look at you… already so wet for me.”

Chan settled between your legs and kissed your inner thigh before his mouth found your pussy. He ate you out like a man starved—long, slow licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth

His strong hands held your hips down as you tried to buck against his face. The wet sounds of his tongue filled the room, mixed with your broken moans.

“Chan—oh god—” you cried, fingers tightening in his hair.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling just right while his mouth focused on your clit. He worked you relentlessly, bringing you right to the edge before slowing down again, teasing.

When he finally let you cum, it crashed over you hard. Your thighs shook around his head as you moaned his name. He didn’t stop, licking you through every wave until you were trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did he climb back up your body, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his tongue. His cock—thick, heavy, and leaking—rested against your thigh.

“I need to be inside you,” he breathed against your lips, voice rough. “I want to fill you up tonight, baby. Want to breed this pretty pussy until it takes.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the fat head of his cock through your slick folds.

“Gonna put a baby in you,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours with dark intensity. “Gonna keep filling you until you’re carrying my child. You’ll look so fucking beautiful all round and full with my baby…”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. The size difference always made you feel it—every thick inch pressing against your walls until he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. Chan groaned deeply, forehead pressed to yours.

“Fuck… so tight. So perfect for me.”

He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried inside you raw. Then he kissed you again—slow, deep, loving—and started to move.

Chan kissed you again, deep and consuming, as he began to thrust. At first his movements were slow and measured, savoring the tight heat of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock. But the hunger inside him was already spiraling out of control. The thought of filling you, of claiming you completely, of watching your belly swell with his child, had been driving him insane for weeks. Tonight that obsession took over.

His hips snapped forward harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder as he fucked you deeper, faster, his heavy balls pressing against you each time he bottomed out. You gasped sharply, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as the intense stretch and relentless pace made your head spin.

“Shh, my love,” Chan whispered sweetly against your lips, voice soft and tender even as he pounded into you like a man possessed. “You’re doing so well… taking me so deep. Such a good girl for me.”

He grabbed one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard on your nipple. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak as he thrust harder, the bed creaking under the force. Every powerful snap of his hips made your body jolt, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

“Chan—ahh—slow down…” you moaned, but your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, betraying how much you needed it.

He lifted his head, eyes dark with raw need, yet his voice remained gentle, almost loving. “I can’t, baby. I need this. Need to breed you tonight.” He kissed you again, slow and sweet, contrasting the brutal way his cock drove into your soaked pussy. “You’re going to be such a perfect mommy… carrying our baby right here.” His hand slid down to press firmly against your lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his thick cock moving inside you.

The pressure of his palm combined with his relentless thrusts made you dizzy, your vision blurring with every deep stroke. He was so big, stretching you wide open, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your moans turned into broken cries.

Chan groaned softly, sweat dripping down his temples as he fucked you harder. “Fuck, you feel so good… so warm and tight. This pretty little pussy was made for me to fill.” His voice dropped to that sweet, soothing tone again. “Imagine how beautiful you’ll look all round and full with my baby. Your breasts will get even bigger… heavier… I’ll worship them every day.”

He switched positions suddenly, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him without pulling out. You straddled his hips, his cock still buried deep inside you. Chan’s hands gripped your waist, eyes locked on your breasts as they swayed with the movement.

“Ride me, baby. Let me see you,” he murmured lovingly, thumbs stroking your skin. “Wanna watch you take every inch while I breed you.”

You braced your hands on his chest and started moving, sliding up and down his thick length. Chan’s size made every descent feel overwhelming, stretching you deliciously. He thrust up to meet you, driving himself even deeper, his pace frantic and desperate beneath you. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him were obscene, your juices coating his cock and dripping down his balls.

“Yes… just like that,” he praised softly, voice gentle even as his hips snapped up wildly, nearly knocking the breath out of you. “You’re going to be the best mommy in the world. So pretty, so full of me.” One hand left your waist to cup your breast again, squeezing and pinching your nipple while the other pressed against your stomach. “Right here, baby. I’m going to cum so deep inside you. Keep it all in for me.”

You rode him harder, thighs burning, head spinning from the intensity. Chan’s eyes were glued to where your bodies connected, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again. His breathing grew ragged, but his words stayed sweet and coaxing.

“Look at you… my beautiful girl. You’ll glow when you’re pregnant. I’ll take care of you every single day. Kiss this belly… suck on these pretty tits while they’re full…” He pulled you down into a messy kiss, tongues sliding together as he continued thrusting up into you like he was trying to implant his seed as deep as possible.

His hand moved between your legs, thumb circling your clit in tight, fast strokes. The combined sensation — his thick cock stretching you, his desperate pace, and his sweet filthy promises — pushed you right to the edge.

“Cum for me, mommy,” he whispered tenderly against your mouth, eyes full of dark obsession and pure love at the same time. “Cum on my cock so I can fill you up. I’m not stopping until you’re dripping with me.”

Your thighs trembled as you rode him harder, taking every thick inch of Chan’s cock deep inside your soaked pussy. The stretch was overwhelming, his size splitting you open with every bounce, the wet, filthy sound of your bodies meeting echoing through the room. Chan’s hands gripped your hips tightly at first, guiding you, but his control was fraying fast. His breathing grew ragged, chest heaving as he stared up at you with desperate, glassy eyes.

You leaned forward, your breasts swaying heavily above his face. He immediately captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily while his hips bucked up wildly to meet your movements. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into you and his hot tongue lavishing your breasts pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby… you feel so good,” he groaned around your nipple, voice breaking. His thumb kept rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit, never slowing down. Your pussy clenched hard around his thick length, drawing a broken whimper from his throat.

Suddenly his hands slid up to cup both of your breasts, squeezing them together as he thrust up into you with frantic need. The sweet, loving tone was still there, but now it was laced with raw desperation.

“Please…” he whispered, eyes pleading as he looked up at you. “I’m so close. I need to cum inside you. Let me fill this pretty pussy, love. Please let me breed you.”

You rode him faster, grinding down on his cock, feeling him throb and twitch deep inside your walls. Chan’s face flushed, his usual dominance melting into something needier, more submissive. His hips stuttered, trying to push even deeper as he begged.

“ Please, love… let me cum inside you. I need it so bad. I’ve been thinking about this for so long—filling you up until it takes. Please let me put a baby in you. I’ll be so good for you, I swear. Just let me cum deep inside this tight little pussy.”

His voice was soft and shaky, almost whimpering as he continued thrusting up into you with desperate, powerful strokes. Sweat glistened on his skin, his curly hair sticking to his forehead. He kept one hand on your breast, kneading it gently while the other pressed against your lower belly again, feeling the way his cock bulged inside you.

“I’ll make you such a perfect mommy,” he breathed, eyes locked on yours with pure obsession and love. “You’ll look so beautiful carrying my child. Please… please let me cum in you. I’m begging you, baby. I can’t hold it anymore. Your pussy is too good—too warm. I need to fill you up right now.”

The raw desperation in his voice, mixed with the relentless way he was fucking up into you, finally sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, pussy spasming and clenching around his thick cock as waves of pleasure tore through your body. You cried out, thighs shaking violently as you kept riding him through it.

Chan’s eyes rolled back slightly, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling of your walls milking him.

“Yes—fuck—thank you,” he moaned sweetly, voice trembling. “Please, love… let me cum inside. Please let me breed you. I’m so close. I need to pump you full. Please… please say yes.”

You leaned down and kissed him messily, moaning against his lips. “Cum inside me, Chan.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Chan broke. With a deep, guttural groan he thrust up one final time, burying himself as deep as possible.

His cock pulsed hard inside you, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your pussy in heavy spurts. He kept whimpering softly as he came, hips jerking with every wave, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you.

“Oh god… thank you, baby,” he whispered breathlessly against your mouth, still cumming. “I’m filling you up so much… gonna make you a mommy. You’re going to look so perfect with my baby inside you.”

He held you tightly against his chest as the last spurts emptied into you, his cock still twitching deep in your cum-filled pussy.

His hands gently stroked your back and breasts, voice soft and full of adoration even as his body trembled from the intensity of his release.

“I love you… and I’m never pulling out again tonight.”

© stlllle — 2O26

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when the lights go out:

synopsis: an unexpected collaboration with jungkook was the last thing you wanted. he’s frustrating, impossible to read, and somehow always finds a way to get under your skin. but as your resentment slowly transforms into something far more dangerous, you begin to realize there’s more to him than you’ve ever been able to understand.

genre/warnings: jungkook x f!reader, idols au, explicit sexual content (mdni), smut, reader is a brat, forced proximity, perfectionism, alcohol consumption, f! masturbation, kissing, teasing, neck kissing, hickeys, marking, oral sex (m! receiving), cum eating, nipple play, a little dry humping, rough sex, obsession, orgasm (m! and f! receiving), overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex (don’t do it pls)

w/c: 23.4k

a/n: sorry i haven’t updated in so long, i’ve been really busy lol, anyway thank you so much for 200 followers! this fanfic is my way of saying thank you, so i hope you enjoy!

the speakers of the dance studio were blasting music loudly—your group’s latest song buzzed around all over the room, thumping in every corner. it was late at night, and you had lost the track of how many times you had practiced that song.

the other four members of your group had left the studio long ago—it was just you and the melody echoing under the harsh, white lights in the black-walled room. you looked at your reflection in the big mirror hanging on the wall, making sure all of your movements were impeccable

it wasn’t weird to see yourself staying late in the studio, dancing until your body was completely numb and the only thing you remembered was the counting—it wasn’t a secret to anyone that you were a perfectionist.

you’ve been in this industry for years now, your fans have grown up with you and know every detail of you, so you couldn’t dare to disappoint them—given that you have such a loyal fan base you had to give them something back in exchange, right?

and that was never failing to give a perfect performance to them, you left your heart and soul in the stage. despite already having what people call natural talent, the fear of not being good enough and never reaching your full potential is constantly haunting you.

the song finally came to an end, the last move a pose thrown to a crowd that wasn’t there—tonight, the only one you were trying to impress was yourself. you were left panting, your heart beating rapidly and you basically couldn’t feel your legs anymore

you slowly walked to where your bag was and grabbed your bottle of water, finishing it in a matter of seconds. exhaustion filled every inch of your soul; all you wanted was simply go to your apartment, take a shower and go to bed.

you packed your things more than ready to leave, but as soon as you opened the studio door to step out of the room, you bumped into someone—your manager

“god… you scared me” you said as you pulled away from her after your soul left your body for a second, it wasn’t common to come across with someone at the building so late at night

“sorry, i’ve been calling you for hours and couldn’t find you, you need to come with me now.” she rushed with a serious expression on her face

“i apologize, i was practicing and had my phone on silent… is everything okay?” you asked slightly nervous.

“yeah… just come with me” she replied as she began to stomp away, you following from behind

both of you walked down the long hallways in complete silence, there was something unsettling hanging in the air—what could possibly be happening? and was this so serious they couldn’t wait until tomorrow to say it? it was the middle of the night and all you wanted to do was just go to your house, but of course something urgent had to pop out…

you were now standing in front of the ceo’s office, the sight of the dark door with his name printed in it only making you more nervous. your manager opened the door, and your eyes met with the last person you wanted to see at that moment

jeon jungkook.

jungkook was lazily sitting in a chair, his chin resting in his hand. next to him, was his manager as the ceo sat at his desk in front of all of the people present in the room

you looked at your manager in confusion, and all she did was nod her head at you repeating that everything was fine. you turned around and jungkook respectfully stood up and bowed at you, with you following after

“is everything alright…?” you asked while being absolutely lost about what was happening

“yes, everything is fine. we just called you to talk about what would you think about doing a collaboration” the ceo said with a calm voice

when he spoke, you noticed how tired he looked—at least more tired than usual, with dark baggy eyes hanging in his face.

“what? with who?” you asked even more confused than before

“well… with jungkook of course” the ceo answered you

everyone in the room was looking at you waiting for an answer. was this some kind of nightmare or what? you tried to keep it as a secret, but jungkook wasn’t your favorite person in the world to be real…

yes, he was an amazing artist and such a nice person too—actually you and him have plenty of things in common; both of you are the youngest of your group, main vocals and dancers too. most of the people would think you would have a nice relationship with him, but not precisely.

since the first day you met him, when both of you were still young and had no clue in the world, there was something in him that you didn’t like. it was the way he made everything look so effortless, like all the hours you spent practicing until your body became numb were useless, it seemed so easy for him

jungkook flashed that perfect smile through things without breaking a sweat. the way he danced the hardest choreographies without missing a single step while singing like an angel at the same time, would always get on your nerves

there was a fine line between admiration and a bit of jealousy of what you felt towards him, a weird mixture of respect and rejection. he was one of the most talented people out there and you could admit that without a doubt, but you hated the way he always made you feel small

it would be an honor to collaborate with jungkook if you didn’t compare yourself with him so much, and the worst part is that comparing yourself with someone else from a male group was completely ridiculous.

to make things better, it’s very well known by everyone that there is quite a big community of fans that ship you with jungkook—even though you have never had a proper conversation with him, it only took a single glance from you two to make fans go insane

people said there was a lot of tension between you and him, but it isn’t the one they think. they even make theories and speculations about you and jungkook having a secret relationship, and that only makes your dislike to him grow even more.

seriously, whose idea was this?

“you both are one of the best vocalists i’ve ever heard and would make such a good combination, the fans would go crazy and the views would be through the roof” the ceo kept speaking

jungkook just nodded his head at him and looked stupidly unbothered. you, on the other hand, were in absolute shock and about to blow up in anger—you prayed this wasn’t obvious on your face.

“well, what do you think?” they asked you and you genuinely had no idea about what to say. the ceo had a point; fans have been begging for a collaboration between you and jungkook for years and you did make a good combination, but you just don’t get along with him and that could be a problem

“umm, i should talk about this with my manager, right? i would love to but i already have a ton of work and it would be a bit complicated…” you explained hoping they would immediately cancel this project

“but she told us your schedule is pretty open, you only have your group projects and some other events, right?” jungkook added, you glared at him with dark eyes; you didn’t want to be mean, but wasn’t it obvious you didn’t want to do this at all?

a minute of tension lingered in the air, jungkook was looking at you with a calm expression plastered on his stupid face, almost as if he knew how much this bothered you

“oh yeah… i forgot.” you lied while you looked at him deeply in his eyes “well then, let’s do this” you agreed hesitantly with a clear fake smile

“great! you only have to sign a few papers and it will be all done” the ceo said as he handed both of you a pen and a pile of files to sign, this night couldn’t really get any better.

after what felt like an eternity, you finished signing all the papers with a storm of doubts clouding your mind. there was something so weird in all of this—what were jungkook, his manager and the ceo doing at the building so late at night? and why did this happen so quickly? usually it takes months to organize a collaboration between idols as famous you and jungkook, but all of this happened in the blink of an eye and in the middle of the night.

“done, now may i be excused?” you said handing the papers back to the ceo with a blank expression

“of course, have a good night!” he wished you as you stood up to finally leave that goddamn room

how could he wish you a “good night” after having probably the worst night of your life? this was the most out of hand thing that has ever happened you and minutes before, when you were dancing at your studio, you could have never guessed what was coming

as soon as you stepped out of the room, you began walking to the exit of the building and called your best friend who was also a member of your group, hyeri. the phone rang a couple times before she answered.

“girl, do you have any idea what time it is?” she spoke with a raspy voice, you had clearly interrupted her sleep but that didn’t matter for you now

“hyeri, i’m literally going to cry” you said as you grabbed the bridge of your nose in frustration

“what’s wrong? how many times have i told you you shouldn’t push yourself too hard and stay up so late practicing?” she asked worried, the sleepiness in her voice fading instantly

“no… it’s not about that” you clarified “i have a collaboration”

“oh. but that’s good, right? did you mean you were about to cry of excitement or what?” hyeri replied slightly confused

“no, it’s not good. i have a collaboration with fucking jungkook…” you confessed as you finally left the building

suddenly there was just pure silence, you didn’t even hear her breathing anymore. maybe you accidentally hung up

“hyeri? are you still the-“ you didn’t even get to finish the sentence when you heard an uncontrollable laughter on the other side of the phone, she was laughing at you when you were literally on the verge of ending your career just to avoid working with jungkook

“you think this is funny?” you asked a bit angry annoyed at her, you already had enough with all that had happened with jungkook and she has the audacity to laugh at you?

“i’m sorry…” she managed to say between her loud laugh “i’m so sorry…”

“hyeri, take a damn breath and then talk please” you said serious

“it’s just that, it’s a little funny to see how crazy jungkook drives you” she explained you while taking a breath “please don’t get mad at me”

“jungkook doesn’t drive me crazy. i just…

really don’t want to work with him” you defend yourself trying to sound honest but failing miserably “and don’t you think it’s weird? they told me just now, in the middle of the night and we already signed the papers!”

“well, i don’t agree about the jungkook thing, but there is something weird about this… why did it happen so fast?” hyeri wondered just as confused as you were

“right! what the hell is everyone’s problem? like me and jungkook have never had a full conversation ever, and now i have to do a fucking song with him?” you were venting to your friend as you were walking to your car until someone touched your arm

you jumped in surprise, almost dropping your phone and when you turned around, you met with the last person you wanted to see. jungkook was right in front of you with that usual look he had in his eyes, sweet but annoying for you

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you” he quickly apologized while you ended the call with your friend

“what do you want?” you asked completely avoiding eye contact with him, you thought if you looked at him you might actually snap in anger

“i just wanted to ask you which days we can meet to start with our song” jungkook explained you “i think we should meet on-“

“i’m sorry, but i don’t really have time for this now, can’t you just text me which days work better for you?” you rushed trying to end this conversation as soon as possible, plus you actually didn’t have the energy for this

“oh sure, i don’t have your number though” he said calmly “you can write it here” jungkook handed you his phone confidently

you wrote your number swiftly, sliding your fingers through the screen as he kept looking at you with his dark, brown eyes. you wondered why was he staring at you so much, but didn’t have the energy to confront him.

“done.” you returned his phone with annoyance

“thank you, i’ll text you later” he answered with a soft smile as you entered your car without even saying goodbye, you just wanted to go home and never see his face again—even though you would have to see it more often now

you started your car and drove away immediately, leaving jungkook standing there alone. you honestly didn’t care about it at the moment.

…

you had finally gotten to your sweet home, you left your shoes on the entrance and went to the bathroom, you desperately needed a warm shower. before stepping in the shower, you grabbed your phone to explain to hyeri why you had hung up out of nowhere when you noticed you had one message from a new number “jungkook”

“good night :)”

could this man just leave you alone for once?

“i didn’t give you my number for this” you replied dryly

“sorry” he simply wrote

“night.” you answered because you felt a little bad for being so mean, but not enough for wishing jungkook a good night.

you turned off your phone and threw it somewhere in the vanity and finally hopped on the shower, having your well deserved warm shower for once

as the hot water ran down your aching body due to the extra hours of practice you had, the pain slowly faded away—but now you had a new worry.

you slid your fingers through your face in frustration. there were thousands of other artists or groups who would die to even have an interaction with jungkook, why did you have to do a whole song with him? you could already imagine all the rumors and comments people would make when the company announces this

and let’s not get started about the fact that you now have to work with one of the persons you compare yourself with.

even though you would rather do anything other than this, you would have to cope with it and end this as quickly as possible.

the next morning you woke up in the worst mood ever, and were seriously considering in begging the ceo to cancel the collaboration with jungkook even though both of you had already signed all the papers

but your pride would never let you do that, because that would mean he had won. you were being harsh, rude, and probably dramatic—but you weren’t a quitter.

so you got out of bed, determined to not give up. you sent a text to jungkook saying that you could meet up every day; after all, the more time you spend working together, the faster this will end. he just answered with a simple

“great, should we start today?”

he did seem very excited to work with you, didn’t it bother him the way you treated him last night? you just agreed with a short reply.

…

“so, what do you want this song to be about?” you asked jungkook with a dry tone in your voice

he was sitting calmly in a chair next to yours, wearing his usual black hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants that suited him perfectly. that’s another thing you despised about jungkook—he could throw the first thing he found and would still look stunning

he had his hoodie rolled up to his forearms, letting you see part of his tatted arm on full display. you traced every single tattoo with your eyes, completely forgetting that he was still there and you were staring a little creepily at him

“love” jungkook spoke out of nowhere

“excuse me?” you said confused, that word sounded particularly different when it came out from his pierced lips

“i’m talking about the song, what do you think about love?” he explained you while he leaned back in his chair, slightly spreading his legs to get more comfortable

you shifted in your place at the question “i don’t know, i’ve been making a lot of love songs lately” you replied trying to sound as confident as possible

“yeah, but not with me” jungkook shot back in a lower voice

the room suddenly felt smaller and the air thicker, you had never noticed how stubborn he could be. for a second too long, he was staring deeply into you with something unreadable in his eyes

“fine, what kind of love?” you said while rolling your eyes a bit, you didn’t really have the energy to question him

“hmm, i was thinking about forbidden love” jungkook suggested with a grin plastered across his face

“forbidden love, huh? i don’t think it’s bad…” you told him as you looked away from his eyes to think about it

“i’ll take that as a compliment” he giggled softly at your comment

“i just said that because i’ve never made a song about that before.” you clarified “so, any ideas for this forbidden love song?”

“actually, i have some” jungkook said “i want to talk about a love that even though is wrong—it burns in silence, where the looks speak louder than words and when it’s so addictive… you can’t stop it”

you were suddenly aware of the short distance between you two—jungkook was now so close your elbows were brushing faintly and you could smell his strong yet fresh masculine scent

“that can be a little problematic… don’t you think?” you murmured softly, feeling your skin burning and heart beating faster nervously

“you know i like trouble” jungkook spoke in an even lower voice, husky and deep at the same time

“i don’t really know you, jungkook…” you said while looking at his darkened eyes without backing off, when in reality you were on the edge of breaking

“well this is a perfect chance to get to know me, right?”

“umm, i think i need some fresh air… could you excuse me for a second?” you muttered, somehow trying to hide how tense you felt from him.

you didn’t even give time for him to say something before opening the door and literally bolting out of the room, face colored a bright shade of red and sweaty hands

your heart was racing as you rested your hands on your hips with frustration, walking side to side trying to brush your panic away. you two had only had a simple conversation, so you couldn’t find an explanation for the sudden raise of heat in your body—maybe you had a fever?

unexpectedly, the door cracked behind you with jungkook’s tall frame stepping out. your nervousness must have been painfully obvious, because at the first sight of your flustered face, his eyes widened instantly with concern

“are you okay…? you look a little flustered” jungkook read you as if you were a simple book, studying you from head to toe

“yes, i’m perfectly fine…” you rushed way too quickly “it’s just that i’m hot…”

“you’re hot?” jungkook asked with that classic teasing grin of his

your jaw clenched with annoyance as you glared at him “not like that, jungkook. i mean i’m boiling, i don’t know what’s wrong with me”

“oh, maybe you have a fever” he said as his smile instantly faded away to be replaced with a worried expression

without a warning, the back of his hand was getting closer to your forehead, clearly an attempt to take your temperature. as if it was second nature, you pushed his hand away a bit too harshly—if you were already like this just by a simple talk, you didn’t want to know what would happen if he touched you.

“please don’t touch me… i think i have to leave” you blurted out somehow feeling worse “i’ll text you later to keep talking about the song, see you” you added while walking away, leaving him standing there all alone once again.

desperate for advice, you drove all the way to your best friend’s house—but as soon as you got there and she opened the door, you knew that wouldn’t happen. because she laughed at your face, again.

“what the hell happened to you? you look so flushed” hyeri giggled at your expression as if it was something funny

“jungkook happened to me, and quit making fun of me.” you explained while stepping inside her apartment

“don’t worry, i would be like that too if i had to work with him” finally your friend was comforting you for once and for all

“right?! i don’t mean to be rude, but sometimes he can really be a pain in the ass”

“no i don’t mean that” hyeri looked at you confused “i mean he’s too handsome to not be blushing all the time like you”

you paused for a moment, turning around while glaring her with a piercing look. a minute of silence that felt more like an eternity followed

“you know, you are really starting to piss me off.” you warned her

“but it’s the truth! there’s nothing wrong with having a crush on him…” she defended herself

“but i don’t have a crush on him, i don’t know where you are taking that from!” you said widening your eyes with irritation “i came here for you to help me and you are only making things worse…”

“alright, i’m sorry. but seriously, what other explanation could there be for you to be like this only by talking to jungkook?” hyeri asked you

“i don’t know, maybe he just made me nervous… i would feel like this if anyone else got as close as he did today, right?” you replied while really stopping and thinking about it

“right.” she said suspiciously sarcastic “but for now i think you should go home and relax a bit, you are clearly too overwhelmed to deal with this”

“yeah, i’ll just talk to jungkook later i guess…”

…

despite not wanting to do any of this, you would never dare to put no effort into your work, especially when your fans had been begging for this for such a long time—plus you have never made a song about a prohibited romance

so that’s how now you were sitting in your desk chair with your notebook open, where you wrote all your lyrics and concept ideas. the page was filled with crossed-out lines, odd sketches and messy, almost unreadable handwriting—mirroring the chaos in your mind.

you took your time with your song, even coming up with some lines for it. you wrote it carefully, building it piece by piece mindfully. as you worked through your ideas slowly, you were shaping it so it would fit jungkook’s style too. you just felt completely lost when it came to the title, nearly tearing your hair out trying to think about it

you leaned back in your chair, running your hands over your face while taking a deep breath in frustration

you couldn’t help but overthink about it, because for some reason the thought of jungkook disliking your ideas made your chest heavy. the fact that you didn’t like him didn’t mean you didn’t want to do your best.

you kept staring at the page, absentmindedly dragging your pen across it, doodling a line. that’s how all of this felt, as if there was a line between you and jungkook that didn’t allow you to reach your full potential, one you couldn’t cross even if you wanted to…

you froze for a second. that was it… a line, a redline. it fit the song perfectly, a love where there’s a redline you can’t cross even if it’s the only thing you want in the whole world

as if by magic, you felt a sudden burst of inspiration—the lyrics written by your hand almost effortlessly, the words just flowing out of you naturally while you pictured the choreography all at the same time. you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a bit of excitement now.

before you knew it, you already had a whole draft of your song. you smiled softly while looking at your work, you felt proud of it and that wasn’t something common for you at all

now all you had to do was just show it to jungkook and hopefully he’ll like it and won’t dismiss the hours of effort you poured into it.

you grabbed your phone to send him a text saying that you finished writing a sketch for the song, and to your surprise, he had already sent you a message

“hey, let me know if you’re okay, you looked pretty tense earlier”

my god, were you seriously that obvious? you could feel your face heating again while you remembered your very particular interaction with him moments before

“yeah, i’m fine. i don’t really know what got to me” you replied, not even a second after jungkook had already read your text and started typing

“that’s good to hear, but i really wished we had spent more time together to keep talking about the song” he texted back

you didn’t pay much mind to what he said except for the song thing, not wasting any more time to tell him you already had some ideas for it

“speaking about the song, i have some ideas for it written in my notebook and would like to show them to you”

“that’s great! i didn’t know you could write lyrics that fast, you’re good at this” jungkook complimented you

“so when can we meet again so i’ll show the to you?” you replied completely ignoring his praising

“is tomorrow morning good for you?” jungkook asked you

“sure, i guess i’ll see you then” you answered

“good, see you tomorrow :)” he sent you and you caught yourself scoffing at his text, you just thought it was curious how unbothered he seemed to be towards your dry texting and mean attitude, was he like this with everyone?

maybe you were just discovering new sides of him you had never taken the time to notice—not that you wanted to make some time for that anyway. but getting to know him a little better was intriguing in someway. it felt like you wanted to know every single detail about his personality, except that you would probably dislike him even more, because he is jungkook after all…

…

the next morning you finally woke up after turning off all of the alarms you had set, getting out of bed with the last one. you squinted your eyes still half-asleep, why did you accept to meet up so early? you couldn’t even think straight at this time of the day but you still agreed to it with no second thought.

lazily dragging your feet against the cold floor, you walked slowly to the kitchen. you couldn’t start your day without your daily warm cup of coffee, with such an unhinged amount of sugar that all you tasted was its sweetness

you poured a little milk in your favorite mug, warming it up in the microwave to the perfect temperature. everything was ready, you just needed the coffee. but when you opened the cabinet, you were surprised to find that you had no coffee left.

you had been so clouded with all the sudden work you had with jungkook, you hadn’t remembered to restock the most important thing in your life. now you were left with just a simple cup of milk and an empty stomach, and of course you were already running late because of all the alarms you had ignored

it seems like you would have to go through your morning without your beloved coffee

running to the bathroom, you got ready as quick as you possibly could. you packed the notebook into your bag while you brushed your teeth at the same time.

you drove to the building like a maniac to get there dangerously fast. you hated people who were always late, so you didn’t want to be like that with someone—even if it was jungkook

“sorry, did i keep you waiting for too long…?” you spoke almost breathlessly when you finally got there because you had run all the way to the studio

“morning, don’t worry i got here just a couple of minutes ago” jungkook greeted you with his usual kind smile, the metal in his lip piercings shining under the light

“good, should we get started?” you asked as you took a seat in a chair near his

“yeah, before that i bought you some coffee” he said as he handed you a cup “if you are usually grumpy, i don’t want to find out how you are in the mornings” jungkook joked

you just looked him in the eye for a second, it was as if he had known that was exactly what you needed beforehand

“i don’t find that funny, but thank you” you fumbled a bit stunned by the coincidence

you wasted no time in taking a sip of it, and as soon as you tasted the warm foam in your mouth, you realized that somehow he had gotten your order exactly right. he must have noticed your confused expression because he chuckled a bit at your face

“how did you know this is how i like my coffee?” you asked with your brows furrowed in confusion

“i don’t know, a hunch maybe” he replied not taking his big brown eyes off you for a second

a soft laugh escaped your lips without you even realizing, and for a moment, you saw a spark light up in jungkook’s eyes. this was probably the first time he got to hear your laugh in his life, so he must be a little surprised.

“anyways, yesterday i wrote some ideas for the song in my notebook” you continued as you took it out of your bag “tell me what you think”

jungkook kept looking at you as if your laugh had hypnotized him and put him in some kind of trance. his brown eyes sparkled while you handed him your notebook—but he remained completely stiff, without even seeming to blink

you coughed lightly to drift his attention back to earth. he quickly snapped out of it and grabbed the notebook as he apologized. jungkook’s eyes were now focused on the lyrics you had written in a burst of inspiration yesterday, they scanned the words with curiosity in them

but when his brows furrowed just a bit, you immediately noticed it. the thought of him not liking your ideas and tossing them out, invaded your mind once again. you didn’t even know why this affected you so much, you didn’t even want to do this at the beginning.

you could feel your heartbeat rising in nervous anticipation, he was probably just really focused and nothing weird…

not even a minute after, jungkook pressed his tongue against his cheek while he leaned back in his chair. doubts about everything you had written hit you like a wave, you unconsciously started biting your nails as he

kept reading.

“is everything alright…?” you blurted out not being able to hold your uneasiness anymore

he took a second too long to answer, an uncomfortable silence lingering in the air “yeah… it’s just-“

“if you don’t like it, it’s fine. i can rewrite or think of another concept” you rushed just to avoid hearing jungkook say something you didn’t want to hear from him

“no, it’s not that” he clarified as a scoff escaped his lips “this is so good, i’m impressed”

“wait, seriously?” you asked confused

“seriously. i had written some stuff too, but i think this is just on a whole other level” he explained as he kept analyzing the lyrics you had scribbled

“it’s just a draft anyway” you said trying your best to hide your excitement at his compliment

“but the concept you worked on is perfect for the song, a redline is exactly what i wanted to talk about” jungkook said brightly “and the lyrics are amazing too…” he added almost as if he couldn’t believe his eyes

all you could do was sit there, completely stunned by his comments “i also have some ideas for the choreography, if you want to hear them”

“of course” jungkook replied with a kind smile

“well, i was thinking that since the song is about a line that can’t be crossed, it would be a good idea if in the choreography we get really close but never actually touch”

“that’s interesting…” he said while he slightly tilted his head up thinking “it would be as if there literally was an invisible line between us, it would build so much tension”

“exactly, what do you think?” you asked jungkook, a bit eagerly because he understood your idea

“i think you are really smart.” he confessed with a serious yet honest expression “i don’t know how you came up with all of this in just one day, it’s perfect”

“it’s not that big… just something that popped up in my mind” you answered with your cheeks tinged a faint shade of red. by this point you didn’t even care how obviously flushed you looked

“no really, most people don’t get what i want to talk about in my songs, but you understood it immediately” jungkook spoke with sincerity as he smiled

all you could do was simply look at him with bright eyes, you felt so happy one of the persons you admired the most was complimenting you like this—it almost felt unreal. you felt something funny in your stomach and your rapid heart rate was beginning to be something to worry about

jungkook stared at you too; his smile making his cheeks round while his big brown eyes sparkled, causing him to look ridiculously cute. him being this close allowed you to see tiny details of his that people couldn’t notice; the scar on his cheek, the tiny moles all over his skin and his soft, plump lips that looked even prettier when you were this close

“are you okay?” he interrupted your daydreaming without a warning, you couldn’t recall when he stopped looking at you

“yeah, absolutely—i was just thinking that… we may be a good team…” you lied awfully obvious

“wow… i didn’t know you had a kind side” he joked, completely ruining the moment

you sank into your chair with your usual attitude returning. all he did was simply laugh at you as if your face was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, what the hell was wrong with him? one moment he can be the kindest man you’ve met, and the next, the most insufferable one.

that’s how the following days went—blurry and exhausting rehearsals, studio sessions, long hours spent analyzing lyrics and melodies. your schedule was practically consumed by jungkook

but somewhere between glances that lasted longer than necessary in the studio mirror, and quiet moments sitting side by side, things started to shift in an unusual way—you were actually enjoying this…

you realized this one night that you had stayed late practicing once again, just like the one you found out you would have to work with jungkook. you walked alone through the building’s long hallways, the only thing on your mind being just your comfy bed, when you suddenly heard loud music coming from far away

you could recognize it anywhere, that melody could wake you up from a coma; it was the redline instrumental. you followed the music with curiosity, and when you got to the room where it came from, you weren’t really surprised.

the door was slightly open, but it was enough to let you see jungkook dancing just like you had been a couple minutes ago. he was putting so much energy into it and was so focused he didn’t even notice when you cracked the door open to have a better view

his skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, causing his dark hair to stick to his face and soaked shirt clinging to his very toned body. you could admire every muscle in his huge back and all the veins in his forearms with so much detail it should be illegal.

and let’s not get started with how he dances; every movement he does appeared to be perfectly calculated and unrealistically precise, he made every step seem so swift and beautiful. you were hypnotized by the way he moved

“enjoying the view?” jungkook pulled you out of your own world with his classic teasing tone

“i was just watching how you dance” you quickly explained yourself a little embarrassed

“so, how do i dance?” he asked already knowing the answer, he just wanted to hear it from you

“i didn’t know you stayed practicing until late, thought i was the only one” you ignored his question with no shame at all

“i always do” jungkook replied as he grabbed his bottle of water and took a long sip, you were mesmerized by the way his adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow “are you nervous?” he asked all of a sudden, you must have been staring a bit creepily for him to ask that

“you think you make me nervous?” you chuckled at his delusion, even though he did in fact make you nervous

“i’m talking about the collab announcement in a few days.” jungkook clarified with a knowing smirk, almost as if he knew how hard it was for you to concentrate with him looking like that

“oh. well not really, what would i be nervous about?” you said feeling a little humiliated after you terribly misunderstood his question

“c’mon, you know people love to ship us”

you widened your eyes and felt your blood boiling under your skin after hearing him say that. of course you knew your fans shipped you with jungkook—it was one of the things that annoyed the most about him, even though it wasn’t even his fault. it was just weird him saying that right in front of you, he seemed really aware of the rumors anyway…

“people love to talk, and they will always no matter what. so no, i’m not that nervous” he nodded in agreement at your thoughts about it

“don’t you think it’s weird that they paired us for a collab anyway? i mean everyone knows about the ship thing” you asked wanting to know what his opinion was

“not really. you said it the other day, we are a good team” jungkook replied calmly with a soft smile on his face, and even though you didn’t like to admit this, he was right.

you and him were a perfect couple (for singing, of course). every rehearsal ended with people looking for too long even after it had ended long time ago, it was how naturally perfect you performed as a duo

your voices sound heavenly whenever you sang in unison. they contrasted fantastically; different enough to stand out but similar enough to blend together too. and both of you moved like you had practiced together for years, matching each other’s movements even in the hardest parts of the choreography.

it was nothing but pure chemistry

“i guess so…” you confessed, thinking that what you had said as a lie a couple days ago, may actually be true “but anyways, i have to go, i’m dead on my feet”

“yeah, me too” he added as he packed his stuff ready to leave too. you turned around to walk away, not before pausing for a moment and looking over your shoulder to see him one more time

“good night” you simply said with a gentle smile, jungkook looked astonished at your kind gesture. it was kinda funny how surprised he reacted to the most simple things you did, his eyes would visibly widen and lit up with a cute brightness—you knew he really noticed how much your attitude changed

before giving him time to get out of his trance you walked away, leaving him frozen in place with his mouth slightly open. you had to hold back a laugh because of how stunned he looked just by you saying “good night”

later that night, when you were peacefully laying in bed, your mind kept drifting back to jungkook. you couldn’t help but think how maybe you and him had more similarities than differences

when you saw him dancing all alone in the practice room, sweat clinging to his body and heavy breathing, he reminded you a little of yourself. you had always thought it didn’t take much effort for jungkook to be as perfect as he was, but now that you were working with him, you realized you were terribly wrong.

you had spent so much time trying to find every kind of flaw and excuses to be annoyed by him, you had never stopped to actually get to know him a little better. after spending almost every day with him, now you could say that jungkook wasn’t as effortlessly perfect as you thought, he worked so hard for it just like you

he was hardworking yet kindhearted at the same time, pouring his heart into everything he did but never losing his passion—and all of this only made that funny feeling in your stomach grow even more intense

…

a few days had passed, and today was finally the day redline would be announced, precisely at midnight. the company had been teasing the song for weeks before the official announcement dropped

the campaign was almost cruel for the fans; first it was mysterious countdowns with no explanation, then short glitchy clips of you and jungkook’s blurred silhouettes dancing under flashing red lights, and lastly, a ten second clip of just a black screen with heavy breathing sounds of both of you in the background, a red light flashing occasionally in it

without even actually revealing that much, the fans were already going mad. they tried to connect the dots and find out what this whole thing was about, even trying to predict the song name, concept and who would be in it—you and jungkook giggled watching all of this, a collaboration between you two seemed so impossible for them, nobody had guessed anything right.

now he was sitting next to you, late at night waiting for the final announcement to drop. you felt your heart racing with anticipation and none of you could sit still—you didn’t know who was more excited for this, you and jungkook or your fans

when the clock hit 00:00, it finally dropped—it wasn’t even a trailer, it was just a poster of you and jungkook facing each other, staring deeply into the other’s eyes. your names were at the bottom, the release date above them, and the title redline written vertically between you and him. red lighting enhanced both of your features, making everything look sharp yet intense.

within seconds the internet lost its mind. every possible platform was flooded with reactions, edits and desperate countdowns. it didn’t take long for hashtags about the song to climb on the trending charts, it was almost impossible to scroll through any social media without your names being everywhere. everyone was sent into chaos in the best way possible

you smiled to your phone as you processed all of this, the brightest smile plastered on your face as all the staff cheered happily while cracking open bottles of soju to celebrate. you were so overwhelmed with excitement, you didn’t even notice jungkook wasn’t looking at the screens or even smiling, he was just looking at you

it was as if nothing else mattered at the moment, he simply stared at you with his big brown eyes, they were glowing as always but with something strange in them… he was particularly quiet, a faint smile rested on his lips while his eyes seemed to be locked on you.

“isn’t this beautiful? everyone is so excited!” you exclaimed without taking your eyes off your screen, stunned by the instant blow-up

“yeah…” jungkook answered in a calm voice with a hint of happiness, you were so amazed you didn’t notice the way he kept looking at you.

eventually the celebration died down little by little, staff members leaving one by one until only you and jungkook remained in the dimly lit room, empty bottles of alcohol decorating the table. you threw yourself onto the couch where he was already laying after saying goodbye to your manager

you hadn’t drunk that much, but it was enough to make you just a little tipsy. your cheeks and ears were painted with a soft pink and your eyes felt a bit heavy. you turned your head to look at jungkook but he was already staring at you

“what’s wrong with you? you are being weirder than usual…” you blurted out as you shamelessly got closer to him. you had been so busy thanking everyone and celebrating you hadn’t talked to him almost all night, and now you were starting to notice there was something off

“weirder than usual, huh?” jungkook answered with a smirk “don’t worry, it’s nothing” he assured as he looked away from you for a second

“c’mon you can tell me, i’m good at keeping secrets” you insisted, moving slightly in front of him so your eyes could meet again

“really?” he asked with clear curiosity and you nodded proudly in response, making him chuckle a little “that’s great then.”

“why?” you said furrowing your brows in confusion

“there’s no fun in telling you now” jungkook told you as he got even closer to your face, the distance between you being so short you could feel his breathing against your skin

“you are so boring, you know that jungkook?” you joked as you pulled away, personally offended he didn’t want to spill the tea

“oh yeah? we’ll see about that” he said while pulling away from you “anyways, you want a ride?”

“what…?” you asked a little surprised

“to your house, you seem a bit drunk to drive” he clarified with a soft laugh escaping his lips, you didn’t know if he was doing that on purpose or if your mind was just too dirty

“right…” you said embarrassed “but don’t worry, i can just call my driver and-“

“but i want to take you home” jungkook kept going. you were about to decline his offer once again, but how could you say no to those big puppy eyes?

“i mean if you really want to, sure” you accepted while he smiled brightly in victory.

and that’s how you ended up in jungkook’s car, you were far too tired and buzzed to realize how this might look to anyone else. the ride to your apartment was strangely quiet yet peaceful at the same time

the city lights passed in blurry colors through the car windows, the only sound being the soft music playing in the background. neither of you seemed in a hurry to speak, but it wasn’t awkward at all, in fact you felt really comfortable with his presence.

every now and then, you could feel jungkook looking up and down at you before focusing back on the road again. it’s not as if you weren’t staring at him too… it was impossible not to—especially when his jaw tightened slightly as he drove skillfully through the streets, the way the veins in his forearm showed when he grabbed the steering wheel particularly hard, and how he lazily steered with just one hand

“okay, now you are the one being weird” he broke the silence all of a sudden

“excuse me? for what?” you asked, placing a hand on your chest dramatically in fake offense

“you won’t stop staring at me, it’s like you want to burn a hole through me” jungkook chuckled

“maybe i want to” you joked “but i’m just zoning out, plus you are staring at me too”

“it’s not my fault that you are pretty” he shot back

you completely froze at his comment. like anyone else you liked when people called you pretty and you were actually used to it—but it felt completely different when jungkook said it. the weird feeling you had a couple days ago returned, and stronger than before.

you felt so hot you had to take off your hoodie, your face turned a bright shade of red and butterflies filled your stomach as if by magic. you suddenly felt dizzy and flattered in the best way possible

“thank you…” that was the first time you thanked him for a compliment

“is it the first time you’ve ever been called pretty or what?” he teased after seeing your bright eyes and flushed face

“no, it’s just that it’s different when it comes from you, jungkook…” the alcohol still running through your system betrayed you. it loosened you up enough to spill things you were never planning to say out loud, especially to him

“oh yeah, and why is that?” he asked raising an eyebrow curiously

“well…” you stared at him deeply as you swallowed nervously “you kinda make me nervous, i don’t know”

there was a moment of silence, and when you took a better look at his face, it was painfully obvious he was holding back the biggest laugh of his life. when his eyes accidentally met with your confused face, he burst out laughing.

“don’t laugh at me!” you demanded slightly annoyed

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry…” jungkook repeated, trying his best to stop, but your face was making it really hard “it’s just that i didn’t expect that”

“it wasn’t even that funny.” you sank into the car seat “and you know what? since i told you a secret, you should tell me yours!”

“i already told you that there’s no fun in telling you now” he reminded you

“so you are hiding a secret from me, huh?” you said, narrowing your eyes suspiciously

“i’m not answering any more questions, tipsy” he smiled seeing you were even more annoyed “now get out and go get some sleep”

you turned around to find that you had arrived to your place, you didn’t know exactly when to be honest

“this doesn’t end here, jungkook.” you threatened him as you got out of his car

“yeah, whatever you say” he replied with a chuckle

“thanks for the ride, see you tomorrow” you smiled at him and walked away from his car to enter your building. he waited until you got inside safely, and eventually you heard the car engine driving away.

when you were finally at your apartment, you closed the door and slid down against it until you were sitting on the floor. you let out a deep, shaky breath with a bright smile plastered on your face

it was ridiculous how over the moon you felt just by him calling you pretty, but it wasn’t just that—it was the way he said it too, that husky voice paired with his dark gaze, and the way he played with his lip piercings when he said it… you were actually on the verge of losing it

your body felt warm in the best way possible, and without realizing it you were already pressing your thighs together just at the thought of his raspy voice saying those words.

before you knew it, your hand was sliding all the way down to your already dampened panties, you hadn’t even done anything and your cunt was dripping wet just by thinking of jungkook

you knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t do this… but you couldn’t leave yourself like this. you started playing with your clit through the thin lace fabric, circling it in slow but steady motions. you didn’t even care you were still on the floor, you were far too gone to do something about it

the friction of the fabric against your hot core, only made you grow more desperate for real touch. you didn’t waste any time in pulling your panties to the side and spreading your thighs to get a better access

at this point you were so turned on your blood was boiling and your nipples perked up in an instant. you were switching better pinching your clit and dragging your fingers against it in a rougher way, you felt in heaven

you ran your fingers against your entrance only to find you were basically dripping all over the floor, you had never been so wet, especially for a person. you slid your middle finger into it easily due to how worked up you were

a whimper escaped your mouth when you shoved a second finger and began thrusting them in and out in painfully slow motions to drive yourself to the edge. you threw your head back in pleasure while your own squelching sounds filled the room

you started shoving your digits faster into your needy pussy, and loud moans came out of you while your face somehow got even more red with arousal took over every inch of your body.

even though your thighs were shaking and your back arched in search for more pleasure, you still didn’t have enough. your fingers couldn’t reach that sweet spot in your gummy walls that made you see stars

your mind couldn’t help but drift back to jungkook. you thought of the way his long, tatted fingers looked when he grabbed the steering wheel, they would probably hit every right spot inside of you

you curled your fingers even more in hopes of at least brushing that special spot, but it was useless. tears welled up in your eyes in frustration as you pushed your fingers even faster, desperate to relieve that thirst of pleasure

suddenly, the thought of jungkook calling you pretty invaded your head and that was enough to make your legs shake. you kept recalling the way his voice lowered when he said it and how he couldn’t keep his deep eyes off you

“j-jungkook, please…” you moaned as if he was there to help you

you used your other hand to pinch your perky nipples while you kept chanting his name as a prayer. a familiar knot formed in your lower belly and you used that hand to pinch your clit again instead, your moans and shaking body were now uncontrollable

when you pinched your clit specifically hard applying the perfect amount of pressure into it, that knot suddenly unraveled without a warning and you came undone in a matter of seconds—a shocking wave of pleasure hitting all your body, making your toes curl while you gushed your juices into your own hand.

you were left panting with a light sheen covering your skin, you had done this a thousand times but it was never this intense. you got up and with your trembling body you went to bed, you felt exhausted after such a rush.

…

the sound of your phone ringing woke you up from your deep sleep, you blinked awake to grab it only to find that hyeri was calling you. as soon as you picked up, she was basically screaming into your ear.

“girl, congratulations! i can’t believe you actually did it, i was starting to think you would give up!” she spoke excitedly on the other side of the line

you grabbed the bridge of your nose, slightly annoyed “huh? congratulations for what?” you asked confused in a sleepy voice

“um, for the announcement of your collaboration with jungkook?” hyeri said in a sarcastic tone

as soon as you heard his name flashbacks of what you did yesterday flooded your mind, you froze in place unable to form a single word as you remembered every detail—the way you kept repeating his name, how your thighs trembled and the intensity of your orgasm. post-nut clarity hit you a little late, and you were just now realizing what you had done

you masturbated to jungkook. and not even jungkook himself, but just to the thought of him.

“…are you there?” your best friend suddenly asked

“yeah, sorry it’s just that i was sleeping” you said, quickly shaking yourself out of your thoughts “thank you so much hyeri!”

“so, how are things with jungkook? is he still giving you butterflies?” she joked

you choked when you heard her say that, if she only knew what kind of butterflies he gave you last night…

“oh, well things are definitely better. i don’t think he’s as bad as i thought” you replied trying your best not to sound nervous

“i knew it, you love him” hyeri said with confidence, knowing damn well she was getting on your nerves with her comment

“and i hate you, you know that?” you shot back sharply, of course you didn’t mean it but she was about to drive you insane

“you didn’t deny it!” she kept going while completely ignoring your annoyance

“cut it out. anyways, i have to go to practice. see you soon” you said trying to end this conversation before she teased you even more

“good luck with your boyfriend!” hyeri joked and hung up quickly before you could even say something back. you just knew she was grinning with satisfaction on the other side.

you ran your hands over your face with frustration, you couldn’t believe the effect jungkook had on you. you felt a mix of shame and guilty, but you would be lying if you said that wasn’t one of the best orgasms you’d ever had. all of this created a weird mix of emotions inside of you

you hopped in the shower, trying to wash all of that away and then get ready for practice. when you were about to get out and be on your way, you couldn’t find the black hoodie you were wearing yesterday. it was your favorite one and you wore it any chance you had.

you looked for it everywhere—in your closet, in the pile of clothes you had in your room and even under your bed, but nothing. that’s when you remembered, you had taken it off last night at jungkook’s car, but you weren’t completely sure

so you just got out and drove to the building, you would ask him if you had left it in his car by accident, and then he would give it back to you, all set!

when you entered the practice room, the first person you saw was jungkook. your eyes lit up when you spotted him, warming up calmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror

“hey! i was gonna ask you if i left my hoodie in your car yesterday. it’s a black one with-“

“no.” he responded dryly, contrasting with his usual happy energy

you went quiet for a second because of his sudden seriousness “oh, okay. it’s just that it’s my favorite, you know? when i couldn’t find it this morning i almost went crazy, but it’s probably somewhere in my room” you kept talking trying to make a conversation with him

he didn’t even blink, a blank expression was all you could see on his face—there was definitely something going on.

“is everything okay? you seem quiet…” you asked a little worried

“yeah, i’m just trying to focus right here” he snapped without even looking at you

“oh… okay, i guess i’ll just leave then” you murmured, while your heart sank and a knot formed in your throat. why was he suddenly being like this? have you said something that hurt him?

without warning, the music of your song began playing loudly, blasting in every corner of the room. you didn’t even have time to prepare yourself before having to run to your place, right in front of jungkook, ending up face to face with him.

he looked at you for the first time that morning, there was something dark and unreadable in his gaze that was a bit unsettling. when the first beat hit, you both stepped forward slowly, following the music with your steps

you stopped right before touching him, there was a short distance between you, but it was enough for you to feel his breath against your face. the second beat came, and you circled jungkook slowly yet measured. you reached your hand painfully close to his muscular shoulders when you were at his back, but never actually touching him

you noticed he was really tense, his whole back was completely stiff as you kept walking behind him. when you circled around his body completely, you ended up with your back facing him—and now came your favorite step.

you got down on your knees tantalizingly slow while his big hands ghosted your soft skin, his fingertips being so close to your waist it gave you shivers. without breaking eye contact, you slid your hands down your body once you were on the floor

you were still trying to figure out what was wrong with him. somehow his eyes were even darker now, making him look powerful and fearful, but in your eyes he just looked dangerously tempting

then you whipped your head all the way around, to rise from your knees and turn quickly so you and jungkook were facing each other again. the thing is that you got a little distracted trying to understand what was going on with him, you didn’t measure your steps correctly, and ended up with all your body pressing into jungkook’s

“stop the music” he said loudly and sharply “you got the steps wrong.”

“i know, sorry…” you apologized a bit embarrassed while you pulled away from his strong chest

“let’s start over again” jungkook demanded with a deep sigh, he was obviously annoyed

what the hell was wrong with him? he was usually really patient when someone made a mistake, he would be so nice and repeat things a thousand times if necessary without hesitation. maybe he just had a bad day or something…

but now you would get it right so you don’t bother him anymore. from the top, one more time—step forward, stop right before touching him, circle his body, get on your knees, and get up while you spin to meet his face again

this time you did it impeccably, every step in time and you were perfectly close yet distanced from jungkook’s body; or at least that’s what you thought.

“you are too close, again.” he spoke in a demanding tone

“but we are supposed to be close but not touching each other at the same time, remember?” you explained a bit confused by his comment

“you are still too close” jungkook shot back “let’s repeat it” he ordered while you nodded your head in response

for the third time, you repeated all the steps patiently. you didn’t know why jungkook had that attitude today, but you didn’t want to annoy him even more. when you did the spin once again, you ended in a perfectly measured distance from him—not too close but you could still feel his heavy breathing from there

“now you are too far away.” he added. you looked at him in disbelief, you were completely sure you had gotten it right this time

“so, first i was too close but now i’m too far away?” you asked while crossing your arms to your chest

“that’s what i said” he snapped back

that’s how the whole morning went, a back and forth between ‘too close’ or ‘too far’. by this point your patience was wearing thin and jungkook’s tone was only getting worse each passing minute. by the ninth time he corrected you, you had officially reached your limit

“too close again” he simply said, you noticed a particular spark in his eyes that made you feel he was doing this on purpose

“i’m not even touching you” you replied visibly annoyed. by this point the tension in the air was so thick, not only you and jungkook noticed it, but the whole staff too

“that doesn’t take away that you are too close.” he kept discussing

you took a deep breath, you had tried to be patient, you really did—but he was making it so hard for you “are you fucking with me, jungkook?” you whispered into his ear so only he could hear you

“i don’t know, am i? or are you just doing the choreography wrong?” he shot back, flashing an insufferable grin while he slightly kneeled down to whisper into your ear too.

“i’m not doing it wrong, you are just being a bitch for no reason” you shot back

“hmm, i think you are a bit too worked up to get this right” he said in that same deep, husky voice he used on you last night “let’s take a break, okay?” he told everyone with a gentle smile

he didn’t even give you time to say something back. he just left you in the middle of the room, fuming while you breathed heavily with anger. what the hell did he mean by ‘worked up’?

you could feel rage taking over every inch of your mind—your blood boiling in anger, the knot in your throat and your stomach tightening with fury, were impossible to control. you didn’t know what you had done for him to treat you like this, literally your whole attitude towards him changed because you were actually starting to like him (and a little bit too much)

you weren’t that mean, dry and rude girl to jungkook anymore. but the second you decide to give him a chance, he showed you one more time what a fucking idiot he can be.

and what you hated the most of this, was how much it affected you. since when jungkook has this effect on you? why did you even care about the way he treated you? he’s such an asshole, one that somehow still gets to you.

you had spent the whole day practicing that goddamn dance, it was all just an endless discussion between you and jungkook about you rushing the steps, lacking energy, not being in sync with him, or any other ridiculous excuse he found to simply correct you

the amount of years you had spent in this industry, allowed you to know you weren’t wrong. he was just trying to get into your head for whatever reason, and you were getting tired of it.

you had lost track of how many times you had repeated the choreography by this time, but what you knew really well, was that this time you definitely killed it. every movement perfectly measured, all the steps were at its time, and your energy was so strong you even impressed yourself

when the music stopped, both of you were left panting and covered in sweat. your faces were inches apart, your breaths mingling with a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. you looked at jungkook deep in the eyes—giving him a challenging glare, knowing damn well you had just crushed it perfectly

“so, how did i do?” you asked confidently, with a defiant tone

“you are still not getting it” he responded while giving you an insufferable smirk “but don’t get too crazy, we still have time to practice even though we are wasting time”

you had to use the little self control you had left to not give him a big, fat slap in his stupid handsome face “are you kidding me? i did everything perfectly right” you said instead

“yeah, you didn’t. but you just asked for my opinion after all.” jungkook answered while he rolled the sleeves of his hoodie, leaving his tattoos on full display for you

you zoned out for a moment looking at his veiny forearms, staring for a second too long at his long fingers. flashbacks of what you did last night flooded your mind—the way you wondered how deep his fingers could go inside you, how you panted his name as if he was the one giving you pleasure, and how when you reached your climax the only thing in your head was jungkook.

“i hate you…” you whispered in a low voice that was barely audible, your face getting flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration

without even knowing if he heard you or not, you grabbed your things with fury and stormed out of the room with loud stomps. jungkook just stood there, looking at you as you walked away—he had never seen you so angry, not even the night when the collaboration was announced to you.

you spent the rest of day trying to find a reason of why was jungkook treating you that way—you hadn’t been mean to him lately, to be honest you’ve been too kind for your liking, so why was he being so rude? but after hours of deep reflection and criticism; you came to the conclusion that jungkook is simply a bitch for no reason, and you would never try to get along with him ever again.

…

the following weeks were terribly hard, you had to be next to jungkook all day, every single day because you were filming the music video. you had spent so much time with him you were actually starting to feel sick. the second your eyes locked with his, your stomach did a little flip with a mix of hate and nervousness

the worst thing is that his attitude came back to normal, he wasn’t as rude as the other day, but you wouldn’t forget the way he treated you that easily. he would try talking to you like usual as if nothing happened, you didn’t even answer him or blink an eye when he spoke. you just stared at him with a scarily blank face, to make it clear he had made a big mistake.

you were now sitting in the makeup chair in front of the mirror, the bright white lights around it giving you an unbearable headache. the makeup artist was giving your skin the final touches, making sure your blush and foundation looked perfect, while the hairdresser applied an insane amount of hairspray to you

you were wearing a matching, dark red leather set—a tight-fitting top that hugged your cleavage perfectly with a slightly too short fitting shorts, paired with knee high boots to match. the staff had already finished working with you so you went to the set, wishing to finish this as quick as possible.

it had been twenty minutes, and jungkook didn’t arrive at the set. your patience was starting to wear thin while you breathed heavily in annoyance. everyone was waiting for him; the red lights were turned on, the set fully ready and the cameras ready to roll

you couldn’t hold it anymore, so you went to look for jungkook yourself. the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him, but he was holding up the shooting for way longer than necessary, someone had to do something about it.

the heels of your boots clacked loudly while you stomped across the floor, looking for his dressing room. as soon as you found it, you were about to knock on the door with all your strength, but you ended up accidentally overhearing a conversation between jungkook and his hairstylist

“so, how are things with her?” his hairdresser asked naturally

you froze in place, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about you. even though it was morally questionable, you pressed your ear to the door to listen a little more

“things are good” jungkook said while he let out a chuckle “she has an attitude, but nothing i can’t handle”

oh he better not be speaking about you, how could he dare to say you had an ‘attitude’ when a couple of days before, he was being an absolute asshole to you? without a second thought, you banged the door harshly with your fists. there was a moment of silence before jungkook opened the door with an unbothered expression, almost as if he had already known it was you behind it

“can you hurry the fuck up? everyone is waiting for you” you ordered angrily

he looked you up and down with wide eyes “you look really pretty…” he said with a soft grin

“i don’t remember asking for your opinion” you answered dryly, trying to pretend your stomach didn’t just flip the same way as that night “now please get done with whatever you are doing, and go to the set”

you didn’t give him time to say something back, before you walked away from him while fuming. did he really think he would get away with this just by calling you pretty again? well he was wrong, you didn’t have time to deal with his bullshit.

jungkook had finally gotten to the set, and for once and for all you could start filming the music video. you were now filming a part where your back was almost pressed to his chest—he had to trace your figure with his hands without touching you, all while you slowly swung your hips from side to side, and slightly tilted your head back so you ended up looking at his face

everything was decorated with red lighting, making both of your bodies look completely red under it. the cameras were on you as you tilted your head towards his face, and you were now realizing how close he actually was. you could see his face in full detail—his big round eyes, now looked sharper and darker due to the lighting, while his lip piercings shined, reflecting the red lights in them

you ran out of breath for a second, his lips were just an inch away from yours, and you could feel his fingertips ghosting dangerously close to your waist.

“wait” the staff interrupted while they cut the cameras “we need more chemistry, make it more charged” they explained

the thing that bothered you, was that you and jungkook used to have chemistry a couple days before—people were left mesmerized when they watched you two practice, it was as if you had been together for years. but that was before he treated you like shit the other day

he made you feel completely lost; one day he was a jerk to you, and the other he’s back to normal, even calling you pretty again. you took a deep breath, and got back to work, letting the staff know you were ready for one more shot.

you needed to get done with this quickly, you couldn’t stand jungkook’s presence anymore. you knew you needed that chemistry you felt once to come back, and you were willing to anything to get it back at least for a second

so when the cameras rolled again, your mind traveled back to that night—the night when you couldn’t hold it together anymore, and you fingered yourself to the thought of him. you felt dirty afterwards, but you didn’t regret it at all, not when you came so hard

you repeated the same shot again, slowly moving your hips from left to right while looking at him, as he traced your body with his big hands. except this time, you were thinking about how you shoved your fingers in your entrance at a fast pace imagining it was him instead, and the way you moaned his name shamelessly

your eyes locked with his, you could feel his rapid breathing from the previous dancing against your skin, giving you shivers from head to toe. jungkook’s jaw tightened for a second when your eyes drifted to his lips, and you could sense his breath hitching for a moment

“alright, that was perfect!” the staff yelled out “let’s take a short break and come back in a couple minutes”

you quickly got away from jungkook’s body as you walked to your dressing room. you could hear another pair of steps following you from behind, contrasting with the loud clicking of your heels. you stopped for a second as you slowly turned your head to see who it was, of course it had to be him

“what do you want now?” you asked with annoyance, rolling your eyes at him

“i just wanted to say you did a great job back there” jungkook smiled gently, was it really that hard for him to realize you didn’t want to talk to him?

you glared at him for a second before turning around and kept walking, completely ignoring his compliment. of course he didn’t give up though, he kept following you from behind, with his eyes hopeful for an answer

“aren’t you gonna answer me?” he asked while stepping in front of you on purpose, blocking your way

“i don’t want to talk to you jungkook, what part of that don’t you understand?” you snapped “now get out of my way” you said walking past him

you were now reaching for the dressing room’s doorknob and cracking it open, when suddenly he placed his tatted hand over yours and pushed the door shut

“what the fuck are you do-“

“why are you being like this with me?” jungkook asked with his classic puppy eyes, while he cornered you against the door

“are you kidding me? i should be the one asking that.” by this point, he was so close to you, all of his body was pressing against yours; making you feel pinned in an interesting way

“but what did i do? please, just tell me please” he begged, you had never seen him this desperate for something before, his duality was really impressive

“i won’t explain it to you. you should know by yourself what you did” you shot back, trying to push him away but it was useless. hitting his buffed chest was like hitting on a rock, he didn’t move back an inch even though you used all your strength

“i’ll do anything, but please just tell me what did i do wrong…” he pleaded backing away just a bit from you

a minute of silence lingered, “anything?” you asked

“anything.” he reassured

“well then just fucking leave me alone.” you demanded as you quickly turned around and got inside the room, locking it. you pressed your back against the door and slid down to it until you were on the floor, just like you did that night. jungkook stayed behind for a couple of seconds, before you heard him walk away

you knew he wasn’t dumb, he obviously knew what he had done—so why was he still asking you? it was as if he was doing this on purpose just to drive you insane, and if so, it was working.

…

weeks had passed, your song had finally been released, and saying the internet had lost its mind was an understatement—the music video blew up overnight, thousands of people going crazy over it on every platform, the song getting millions of streams in a matter of hours, and your names were trending everywhere. it was a worldwide sensation

but sadly, you couldn’t enjoy it properly. you were incredibly grateful for your fans’ support, yet the days dragged on, each one feeling longer than the last. being around jungkook was unavoidable—a chaos of interviews, rehearsals, and shows; it was as if there was no escape. even though he hadn’t been rude to you again, you couldn’t stand the mere sight of him. you wouldn’t easily forgive him for treating you like that when you thought things were getting better

despite your feelings, you forced yourself to act normal and smile for the cameras. you felt dishonest and fake, but you didn’t want your fans to get disappointed to know you couldn’t stand the man you supposedly had ‘chemistry’ with.

you already knew this would happen, but not this bad—the dating rumors had gotten worse and out of hand, people dissected every interaction between you trying to find any excuse to ship you, they speculated about a secret relationship, and made up theories about the most nonsense things you’ve ever heard

but the worst part of everything, was definitely the interviews, having to nod and laugh to play along made you rethink every single choice you had made in your life. you were now sitting beside him in an uncomfortable chair under bright lights, while the interviewer asked you questions that made your stomach tighten, because you were so afraid of saying the wrong thing

“you two have insane chemistry—or did you have to work on it?” the man sitting in front of you asked

you thought to yourself for a couple of seconds, choosing the perfect answer

“well, i’ve never worked with jungkook before—so when we got to work together was when i actually got to know him, i guess the chemistry is just something that grew between us along the way” you answered with a soft yet fake smile on your face

“in my case, i’ve always felt a special connection to her, so when they told us we would work together i was really happy” jungkook added “i guess i’ve always felt some kind of chemistry between us”

if you weren’t in front of thousands of cameras, you would have glared at him with a frightening expression on your face, what the hell was he making up?

“that’s beautiful!” the interviewer said with a bright smile “and you guys look really close in the video… are you actually like that off camera?”

“umm, working together demands a lot of time from us, you know? so even when we aren’t on camera, we spend a lot of time together. i guess in some way we are close then.” you replied, professionally hiding your annoyance

“that’s right” jungkook said “we are together most of the time because of our work, so we are close in a way. but i would like to get closer to her in other ways”

the hell did he mean by ‘other ways’? he was being especially weird today…

the interviewer nodded along “and what’s something that surprised you about working together?”

“i was really surprised by his duality.” you replied while looking at him deeply in the eyes “one moment he can be a person, and the other one he can show you a side of his you have never seen before” you continued with slight rudeness in your voice, one only he could notice

jungkook looked at you confused for a second before answering the question “uhh, i guess i was surprised by her talent. don’t get me wrong, i already knew she was a very talented woman, but you really get to know it when you work with her.”

“good, to end this—if you had to describe each other in one word, what word would it be?”

that was a hard question, you could describe him in many words; such as annoying, insufferable, irritating, handsome, hot…

“that’s a tough one” jungkook answered before you “it’s hard to describe her in just one word, but i would say challenging…”

you raised an eyebrow a little bothered by his choice “if i had to describe jungkook in one word, for sure i’d say intense” you remarked the word with a special tone

“that’s interesting” the interviewer said “well that’s it for today, thank you so much for joining us today!” he continued as you both greeted him as well

when the cameras stopped recording, the interviewer came up to both of you and stopped in front of you for a moment, while you looked at him a bit confused. without warning, he grabbed you by the wrist and kissed the back of your hand

“it was a real pleasure to meet you, i hope we see each other again” he spoke in a low voice

you were left completely stunned and a bit disturbed, there was no need to kiss your hand, he could’ve shaken it or something else. you were visibly uncomfortable—your shoulders had gone stiff and you froze with surprise. without warning, jungkook suddenly grabbed the man’s shoulder firmly and whispered something to his ear you didn’t get to hear

“sorry, i shouldn’t have done that…” he apologized with a trembling voice, you were curious to know what jungkook had said for him to apologize so quickly

you just walked away from the situation, still feeling uneasy with all of it. you could hear jungkook stomping angrily behind you. you turned around to look at him, and he was fuming, somehow he was more annoyed by the situation than you

“and why are you so angry?” you asked as you stepped out of the building, waiting for your driver to come pick you up

“i just don’t like people disrespecting you.” he responded, pressing his tongue against his cheek with rage

he was ridiculous. literally just a couple of weeks ago he had disrespected you too, or at least he made you feel like it “you’re unbelievable…” you scoffed

your driver had finally arrived, and you quickly got in the tinted-window car, feeling unbelievably frustrated and tired of everything. jungkook just stood there, with his usual big, puppy eyes that made you rethink how mean you were being to him.

as soon as you got in the car, you let out a big, deep sigh. your mind was filled with doubts—why was jungkook so angry about this? why was he so mean the other day? and why did you care so much about it? you had never really liked him, but he wasn’t a big part of your life, now he seems to be the only thing you can think about

his adorable big eyes, his charming smile, the way his face would light up whenever you entered the room, his tattoos, that cute scar on his cheek, his voice and his laugh, was the only thing in your head, and you hated it. you hated him for confusing you, for his unpredictable personality, but especially hated him for the effect he had on you

because this shouldn’t affect you this much, you shouldn’t care so much about him, but you did. you just wanted all of this to be over, you needed a break from everything, you craved peace. but sadly, this was far from ending—you still had to perform at the most important awards show, and of course win it

the pressure of it was eating your soul alive, but that didn’t really matter now. all you could do was lean your head against the window, watching the city blur past as the car moved; knowing that in a few days you’d have to be back under blinding lights, smiling for the cameras, and performing like nothing was wrong again, everything next to him, of course

your fans would be watching, cheering, and believing in you—it was something you couldn’t afford to mess up over him, you had to keep it professional at all costs.

…

jungkook and you hadn’t had a proper conversation since the interview day. you wanted to apologize for your behavior to him, because your relationship being like this might affect your performance in the awards show, but your pride didn’t allow you to. what did you have to apologize for anyway? he was the one who treated you wrong

plus, your interactions with him would end soon—your relationship with jungkook was merely for work, nothing else. so as soon as you perform at the show and win the song of the year award, you would cut him off completely and never talk to him ever again.

all you could do for now was practice for your performance and mentally prepare yourself for it. it was late at night and you didn’t even know what time it was. all you knew was that you had to get the choreography perfect this time

your breaths came out uneven as you pushed through it one more time, your body aching, limbs heavy, and sweat clinging to your skin like a second layer. your muscles didn’t even burn anymore, all you felt was numbness. the studio felt too big, too empty, every step echoing back at you while the pressure in your chest tightened, refusing to ease

most of the lights had already been turned off, leaving only a single one above you, creating a dim glow that barely followed your movements. it was only you, the darkness and the melody of your song—or that’s what you thought.

when the song finally came to an end, you spotted someone staring at you through the mirror. you knew perfectly well who it was without seeing his face, his presence was unmistakable to you

“how long have you been watching me?” you asked, still looking at his reflection

“actually, for a long time.” jungkook said while his frame emerged from the darkness, letting you see him fully “you know? i noticed that when you are really focused on something, you don’t notice what’s going on around you…”

“what is that even supposed to mean?” you asked with annoyance, as he got closer to you, ending up face to face with you

“it means that you’re so focused on working and being perfect, you don’t notice me” he explained with a low voice

you let out a chuckle “oh trust me, i do notice you jungkook. more than i would like to admit” you said as you turned around to get back to practicing again

“oh yeah?” he said in a playful tone “is that why you’re always so angry at me?” he asked while he positioned himself to practice with you too

“i’m always angry at you because you’re an idiot.” you shot back. redline began playing in the background once again, both of you dancing in unison

“i’m smarter than you think” jungkook said, for some reason it almost sounded like a warning

“oh my god stop, you’re gonna make me laugh” you spoke in a sarcastic tone. you were now practicing the step that had sparked your hatred for jungkook—the spin where you had to get up quickly.

when you did it, your eyes met his, they had something especially dark in them tonight. “too far away.” he simply said, with that insufferable grin on his face

“fuck…” you breathed “are you still with that shit? i’m perfectly close to you” you explained as you rested your hands on your hips with frustration

“no seriously, you are too far away from me.” he insisted, there was something weird in the way those words came out of his mouth “let’s do it again, i’ll show you”

you gave him a deadly stare before returning to your position to do it all over again, just because you wanted to give a perfect performance to your fans, not because he was right.

when the sound started playing in the studio one more time, you repeated the choreography again normally, until the spin. while you were raising your body to end up face to face with jungkook again, you felt his big hands grab you firmly by the waist and pull you closer to his body, yet not quite touching each other

“you are supposed to be right here” he said in a low, husky voice that made your legs tremble

you suddenly felt hyper aware of how close you were to him. you could feel the heat radiating off his strong body, his long fingers touching your skin, and his pierced lips just an inch away from yours. you couldn’t help but drift your eyes towards them—they looked really tempting tonight, perfectly plush and tinged with a light shade of red

when you realized you were staring too much at them, you quickly returned your attention back to his eyes. but he wasn’t looking at you either, he was staring at your lips too; as if he was craving something he shouldn’t. jungkook’s eyes returned to yours, and there was a moment of silence hanging in the air

your heart was beating impossibly fast, your skin was burning and the butterflies in your stomach came back, as if you knew what was coming.

without warning, his hands moved from your waist to your jaw, tracing your soft skin with his fingertips torturously slow, letting you feel every touch. jungkook held your head with both of his hands, he looked down at your lips once again and got closer to them; so close you could feel the coldness of the metal in his piercings, but still not kissing you

you couldn’t hold it together anymore, and you pressed your lips to his in a gentle, shy kiss that contrasted with the strong tension between you. his lips were soft and plump, the feeling of them in yours gave you tingles everywhere in your body. you suddenly pulled back from the kiss, looking at him a bit afraid of what you had just done

without wasting a second, jungkook pulled you into a kiss again. your breath caught when his lips met yours again, this time with more certainty but still gently. the kiss deepened slowly and passionately, your lips moving softly against his, as if both of you were memorizing the feeling

one of his hands came up to rest lightly against one of your flushed cheeks, keeping you close, and that simple touch sent a warm shiver down your spine. you melted into him before you could stop yourself, your lips responding in the same tender rhythm, unhurried and sweet

as you matched his pace without even realizing it, your hands instinctively found his shirt, gripping lightly while you leaned into him. you didn’t even have time to think before jungkook immediately deepened the kiss, and when you tugged his shirt harder, he let out a soft exhale into the kiss. the sound alone was enough to make your thighs press together unconsciously, as if it was by second nature

the kiss was escalating in a heated make-out session, and when he was about to get his tongue into your mouth, the sound of the studio door creaking open made you both pull back and jump

“what are you both still doing practicing at this time?” your manager asked “tomorrow is the award show and you need to have energy for it, go to sleep” she said a bit annoyed

“sorry…” you and jungkook apologized at the same time, still a little out of breath because of the kiss

when she stepped out of the room you looked at him with wide eyes, you could still feel his lips ghosting against yours. you had many questions that needed to be answered, you felt dizzy and confused, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it a bit too much

“i guess i’ll see you tomorrow…” jungkook said trying to catch his breath

“y-yeah” you mumbled with your legs still shaking a little “see you…” you blurted out while you grabbed your stuff and walked out of the studio rapidly.

that night you couldn’t sleep—it wasn’t because of the nervousness you felt for the awards, you didn’t even feel nervous at all, it was because of what had just happened with jungkook. it all happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to process what was going on before you were making out as if it was your last day on earth

you would’ve never guessed this would happen, sure you admit that jungkook had always been handsome to you, but so much that you would end up kissing him the night before the most important awards show?

he didn’t let you catch a break before doing something that left you like this—confused yet aching for more of it, you needed more of him. but sadly, you had to ignore the hot throbbing feeling down there, because even though you resented your manager a bit for interrupting you and him, she was right and you needed to get some rest for tomorrow. you didn’t have time to satisfy your own desires, you would deal with them tomorrow (hopefully with jungkook).

…

you were sitting in the makeup chair once again, a multitude of people working on your hair, getting your makeup ready for it to look flawless, and stylists fixing your long dark red dress for it to fit perfectly. you felt nervous, really nervous

your stomach was all in knots, your heart raced and you were breathing heavily, your whole body gave away your panic. but you weren’t nervous because of the performance going wrong or losing, because after so much practice you knew you’d do well, you were nervous because of jungkook

you hadn’t seen him in all day, you hadn’t spoken to him either. you were worried that the kiss had been a mistake for him, when it wasn’t for you. you knew it was wrong to catch feelings for him, and even worse kissing him, but to be honest you didn’t feel any guilt

you couldn’t deny you had enjoyed it a bit too much, and if you did your body betrayed you—the way your legs trembled, how you pressed your thighs together, how flustered you had gotten, and how wet you had gotten the moment his lips touched yours, gave you away completely.

you were done getting ready, and now it was time to get going. your manager called for you, and before you could overthink it any further, you were already being guided out of the dressing room

the ride to the venue felt shorter than you wanted, your mind was just too busy replaying every moment from the night before. you kept telling yourself to focus, to stop thinking about him, but you accepted your fate the moment you looked at him for the first time that day.

when the car finally came to a stop, the noise outside was already overwhelming. voices, cameras, people yelling your name, it all blended into one loud, chaotic buzz. the door opened, and for a split second you hesitated, then you stepped out with your heels clacking loudly into the floor

flashes immediately went off one after another, you forced a composed expression, offering a small smile to the paparazzi as you walked forward. you posed when needed, turning your head to the sounds of your name being called. you had done this a thousand times, it all came effortlessly and automatically, yet your heart felt nothing but calm

you tried to focus on the cameras, on the people, on anything that wasn’t him, but your heart wouldn’t stop racing. and when your eyes drifted to the side, there he was

jungkook was stepping out of his car with his eyes locked on yours. for a moment, everything else faded into the background—all the noise, screams and bright lights, faded away and all you could see, was him.

he gave you one of his charming smiles while he walked towards you. he grabbed you gently by the waist before whispering in your ear “you are supposed to be looking at the cameras” in a low raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine

you listened to him and grabbed him by the shoulder to pose for them, people went insane at this point. they wouldn’t stop screaming your names, and taking thousands of pictures of you with flashes almost blinding your eyes

without realizing it, you felt more calm in his presence. the second he grabbed you by the waist and looked at you, all your panic disappeared into relief for a moment, because you knew he was there to hold you.

after giving your autograph to some people and posing for the cameras, you finally entered the event. you spotted many familiar faces and friends who you immediately went to greet. as you talked to them, your nerves calmed down progressively. until jungkook joined the conversation too

you felt a swing of panic and calm in your body every time you saw him; you couldn’t even focus on whatever you were talking about anymore

“you guys have so much chemistry, it’s as if you truly liked each other! how do you do it?” one of your friends suddenly asked

there was a moment of silence in the air the moment those words came out of her mouth, ‘truly liked each other’. oh, how you wished you could tell her the truth, but even you didn’t fully know it

“well… it’s just professionalism, i guess” you said the first thing that came to your mind “you just learn how to do it” you added. your hands were sweaty, your throat dry and your skin burned as you spoke

when your gaze drifted back to him, jungkook was looking at you playfully as if he was enjoying this, as if seeing you this nervous was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen. you gave him a death glare for him to stop grinning, but it only made it worse.

minutes later, your manager came over to you and jungkook telling you to go backstage and get ready for the show. you had an outfit change waiting—you stepped out of the dressing room wrapped in an oversized red fur coat, the plush fabric draping over your frame and brushing softly against your thighs, paired with matching fur boots

underneath it all and hidden from the public, was a dark red leather set—a fitted corset that sculpted your torso and a mini skirt that hugged your hips perfectly. your hands were covered in fingerless leather gloves that reached just below your forearms, adding a touch of sharpness

from the outside, you looked simply covered by the fur, but you knew exactly what was underneath. and when the right moment would come, all it would take was a simple movement. you would let the coat slip off your shoulders deliberately, revealing everything at once, creating an abrupt yet bold shift.

you met with jungkook once again behind the stage, as soon as you stepped into the room, his jaw immediately dropped and words wouldn’t even come out of his mouth—and he hadn’t seen anything yet

“you look beautiful…” he blurted out with wide eyes, as he looked you up and down repeatedly

“thank you.” you murmured dryly. of course he noticed there was something wrong with you; it was the way you bit your lips unconsciously, how you fidgeted with the fur of your coat, and the way your leg was shaking uncontrollably that gave you away

“what’s wrong?” jungkook asked with concern while he grabbed you by the shoulder, a casual yet comforting touch

“sorry, i’m just really nervous…” you confessed as you looked at him, afraid of something going wrong

“don’t be.” he simply ordered “we have been practicing for months, especially you. and from yesterday’s rehearsal, i can assure you that we will do really good” he said, reminding you of what happened last night

you got flustered in a matter of seconds just at the thought of yesterday’s kiss, but he had a point after all “i hate to admit this, but i guess you are right” you agreed without hesitation

jungkook gave you a bright smile, feeling victorious. “you know, i almost couldn’t hold my laugh when your friend said ‘you guys have so much chemistry, it’s as if you truly liked each other’” he joked imitating your friend’s innocent tone

“stop!” you demanded hitting his arm gently, but you had to confess it was kinda funny

“what? i’m just trying to calm your nerves down” he giggled.

the sudden sound of your names and song being yelled out by a speaker let you know that it was showtime. both of you walked rapidly to your positions in the stage—the lights were turned off, all you could feel was jungkook’s presence in front of you, and somehow that reassured that everything was okay

when bright red lights lit up the whole stage, revealing you and jungkook, people immediately started screaming like crazy. redline began playing, and it was officially time to give everything you’ve got. you followed the steps to perfection, walking forward to him slowly but steadily, both of you singing your lines in unison

you could hear fans singing along with passion even through your in-ear monitors, and that gave you all the confidence you needed. the second step followed, you circled around jungkook sensually, threatening to touch him but never doing it

you could feel the heat radiating off his body even without touching him, you could see his adam’s apple bobbing as he sang angelically, and sweat beginning to cling onto his skin—but you had to keep your focus on the song.

the part was coming, the famous spin. you knew you had to put all your energy into it, so when you were getting on your knees before doing it, you took a deep breath. as you inhaled, you thought of all the feelings jungkook gave you—that night, all the anger and annoyance he made you feel once, transformed into something you couldn’t quite name or understand

you remembered the night when the ceo unexpectedly announced this collaboration, the first weeks you worked together when you couldn’t stand him, when by simply giving you your favorite coffee order your whole opinion about him changed, the night when he gave you a ride home and what you had done after, when he was mean to you next day for no reason, the filming of the music video, when he defended you in the interview, when you kissed

and that’s when you thought, it wasn’t so bad at all.

so you did it. you got up and turned around in the blink of an eye using all your energy, and you ended up in the perfect distance, the same jungkook had taught you yesterday. and that’s when the big moment came, you threw your fur coat somewhere far away on the stage, revealing the bold and shameless outfit underneath

the roar of the crowd echoed all over the building in a wild thunderous scream. you smiled to yourself when you looked at jungkook’s face, he was so stunned it was hard to describe—his jaw was practically on the floor, he was so wide-eyed making them look bigger than usual, and how they sparkled was as if there were literal stars in them.

the show followed charged with electrifying energy, intensity, and an unmatched atmosphere of the crowd. and when it came to an end, the public went impossibly crazier. they were all screaming your names to the top of their lungs, crying their eyes out with overwhelming, and cheering both of you up with their support

you smiled at each other, knowing that everything had been absolutely perfect. both of you bowed to the crowd with gratitude, before returning to your seats as they were about to announce the winners.

jungkook was sitting next to you, you were both breathing heavily still trying to recover from the performance as they announced different winners. you clapped cheerfully with a smile on your face while minutes passed, until it was time for your category. the presenter tapped on the microphone before speaking

“and the song of the year award goes to…” she said, letting silence linger for more intrigue and excitement

you closed your eyes in nervousness as you took a deep sigh to calm you down. without warning, you felt a big warm hand wrapping around yours, and when you opened your eyes you found the tattoos that you’d recognize in another life. jungkook was holding your hand firmly as he stared deeply into your eyes, he looked really calm and unbothered, almost as if he knew for a fact what would happen

“redline!” the presenter announced with a loud yell as she smiled after opening the award envelope

you looked surprised at jungkook almost as if you couldn’t believe this was happening, the audience celebrated with loud cheers, applause, and screams. he got up from his seat calmly and offered you his hand to help you get up too. you took it without hesitation as you both walked to the stage to receive the award, he didn’t let go of your hand at any moment.

the presenter gave each of you a hug as she congratulated you, and when the heavy golden trophy touched your hands, you felt glorious and proud of yourself and jungkook. he handed you the microphone to speak first with a smile plastered on his face

“oh wow…” you breathed “firstly, good evening to everyone, i’m so grateful to be here today receiving this amazing award. thank you so much to everyone and our fans for giving us the opportunity to win this, we wouldn’t be anything without you guys. this award isn’t only ours, it’s yours too” you thanked everyone with the biggest smile on your face

“but mostly, i wanted to thank jungkook” you admitted as the crowd cooed in unison “you’re an amazing person, thank you so much for letting me work with you, but especially for being so patient with me and helping me at any time i needed to without a doubt. it was such an honor to work with you” you confessed without hesitation now as you looked at him with bright eyes

“well, thank you to all of our fans out there that helped us win this, we appreciate every single one of you infinitely and truly, this award is yours too” jungkook followed you “and i wanted to say, you’re an amazing woman to work with and to have as a friend too” he joked knowing you were the only person there who would understand

“i admire you a lot and think that you are a fantastic artist, without you none of this would’ve been possible.” he said staring deeply into your eyes with a vulnerable look “i hope we can work together many times again in the future, and that our relationship remains at all costs” he confessed making your flustered once again.

when you finished giving your speech and thanking everyone, both of you got off the stage with everyone still cheering and clapping for you. you felt overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude, but you had a new problem now—you and jungkook were invited to the after party, and you knew he wasn’t going to let you walk that easily away tonight.

…

you entered the party wearing a sparkling ruby-red mini dress, the sequins catching the colorful lights and shining under them with every step you took. heads slowly turned in your direction as people still greeted and congratulated your win

the music was loud, buzzing in every corner with flashing lights filling the room. you spotted your friends standing by the bar, the sound of their laughter blending with the music as they sipped their drinks together

as soon as you walked to them, they squealed in excitement for you, filling the room with a loud wave of screams. in a matter of seconds, you were being tightly hugged by them as they cheered you up, telling you how much you and him deserved this.

“okayyy, now it’s time to celebrate!” hyeri smiled with a devilish smile as she pulled out a bottle of alcohol to take shots. on any other day you’d have kindly declined her offer because of how much of a lightweight you are, but you know what? winning the song of the year award with someone like jungkook doesn’t happen every day, so you have every right to celebrate with just a couple of shots, right?

the thing is that of course it wasn’t just ‘a couple of shots’, you and your friends had washed down the whole bottle in what felt like a matter of seconds, and it was already showing on you—a lazy warmth spreading all over your body, your head felt light and dizzy as if it was spinning on its own, your cheeks getting more flushed with every second that passed, and you were laughing hysterically at things that weren’t even funny

for a moment you had no worries, nothing seemed to be so big, and a strange feeling of calmness reminded you of him, the man that has been driving you insane for the last months. you hadn’t seen him in the party yet, but you could feel his presence, you could sense jungkook’s piercing gaze focused on you.

you began scanning the room with your eyes in search of him. you quickly found him, it was impossible for him to go unnoticed that night—jungkook stood out in any room he entered simply by his presence, but that night he looked especially attractive. the black shirt hanging loose on his buff chest, with the first three buttons unbuttoned, the long sleeve tattoo threatening to appear. he was playing with a half-full glass of whiskey on the rocks, already staring at you with sharp eyes

your eyes locked for a second, and just by him looking at you, you could already feel a heat pooling between your thighs. jungkook signaled you to come over to him with a simple gesture of his head, but somehow that made him look even hotter. you obeyed and walked towards him without hesitation, not breaking eye contact at any moment.

“i was looking for you” you said in a lower tone, whispering in his ear for him to hear you clearly

“started to miss me?” he teased with that classic playful smirk of his

you just chuckled in response “why did you call me?” you asked curiously

jungkook went silent for a second, playing with his lip piercings as he looked at your lips shamelessly “what? i can’t talk to you now?” he joked, drifting his gaze back to your eyes

“i don’t really think you just want to talk to me” you shot back as you stared at his lips too boldly

“oh yeah? and what do you think i want to do?” he asked with a grin, you could sense the change in his voice from calm to husky when you played along with him

“i don’t know, what you want to do, jungkook?” you turned the question back to him even more playfully, saying his name in an innocent tone, knowing damn well what you were doing

he took a deep breath as he pressed his tongue into his cheek, you enjoyed a bit too much teasing him like this “let’s get out of here, now.” he demanded

“but why? the party just started” you said pretending to be confused, trying to pretend you didn’t want to get the hell out of there too

jungkook got closer to your face, so close you could feel his heavy breathing against your skin. he lowered his face even more, his lips now brushing gently against your jaw, the coldness of the metal in them making you shiver

“please…” he whispered in your ear with a low yet deep voice, sending shivers down your spine

how could you say no to him when he asked so nicely? you just gave his lips a second glance, that was enough for you two to leave the party immediately and drive to jungkook’s place.

as you entered the big dark building of his house, you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation and your heart racing with every step you took. a man had never made you this nervous, but of course he was the exception to everything

when you stepped into his living room, you looked around it in wonder and curiosity. his house looked exactly like him—the interior covered in deep black shades, furniture covered in dark leather, with dim lighting barely illuminating the room. the entire house carried his masculine yet fresh scent, making you feel overwhelmed with it in the best way possible

your gaze drifted to the coffee table resting in front of the black couch, your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and confusion when you saw it. you would recognize it anywhere; your favorite black hoodie was perfectly folded on top of the table so naturally as if you had left it there yourself.

“excuse me, what the fuck is this doing here?” you asked while turning around to meet jungkook again, as you held up the hoodie slightly waving it into his face

“what? it’s just your hoodie” he responded calmly as he threw himself into the couch, spreading his legs unbothered

“it’s not just my hoodie,” you clarified furrowing your eyes “it’s my favorite one, and when i asked you if you’d seen it you said no.”

“uh huh, so?” he breathed, you couldn’t believe he was actually doing this

“you lied!” you demanded “why would you say you haven’t seen it when you literally have it in your house perfectly folded?” you asked confused and slightly annoyed

“you forgot it in my house that night, and when i wanted to give it back to you… i think you were a little busy” jungkook remarked the last word with a playful tone

you were about to keep arguing with him, when you understood what he meant by ‘busy’. memories of that night came flooding back, he was talking about the night he gave you a ride to your house and then you fingered to the thought of him. you knew you had left your hoodie in his car, but how could he know what you did? was it possible that…?

“i really didn’t want to interrupt, you know?” he continued “as soon as i realized you had left your hoodie in my car, i was about to knock on your door to give it back to you, when i heard you.”

he had heard you, jungkook had fucking heard you fingering yourself. and not only that—you were moaning his name like crazy too

“i can see by your face that you’re worried if i heard you moaning my name, and yes i did” he answered your question before you even said it

you have never felt something similar—heat rushed to your face so fast you felt suffocated, your stomach twisting painfully as the embarrassment hit you like a wave so intense you could barely breathe or think. you wanted the floor to swallow you whole, you needed to disappear and never return again.

“don’t feel so bad” jungkook said with fake sympathy as your blood boiled with shame

you walked towards him, ending up between his spread legs with your arms crossed as a shield “why do you do this…?” was all you could manage to say

“do what?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know damn well what he was doing

“you drive me fucking insane jungkook” you whispered “first they told us we are making a collaboration together and you are suddenly the nicest person ever, second you drive me home and invade my privacy by basically spying on me, the next day you lie and be rude to me for no reason, but the next week you are back to normal again and then we fucking kiss?” you lectured him. you weren’t angry at all, you just wanted a logical explanation for his actions

“you still don’t get it, do you?” he simply said with a dark look in his eyes

“get what? please just tell me, why are you like this?” you asked desperately, not really caring about leaving your pride to the side just to get an answer

“let me give you some hints” jungkook spoke in a low voice. without warning, he suddenly pulled you into his lap, his hand resting casually in your thigh occasionally drawing lazy circles that were enough to make your pussy throb with need

“one night, i saw you practicing your group’s song with all your strength without even caring it was late. i had been checking you out for years but never had the courage to ask you out or something because i knew you didn’t like me” he started explaining

“the way you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, how you threw your hair back, and how you were so focused you didn’t even notice me watching you, drove me insane” jungkook whispered in your ear with a raspy voice “that’s when i decided i was tired of you hating me. i didn’t even care it was the middle of the night, and i called the ceo to arrange a collaboration with you as soon as possible. i almost got fired for you, you know?”

you could feel your heart beating faster with every word that came out of his mouth, but things were starting to make sense—that’s why the ceo looked so tired that night… as his hand slowly slid up while he played with the hem of your dress, he kept confessing the things that had always been in plain sight, but you were too busy hating on him to notice

“that night you were so mad it was cute—how your brows furrowed and you made a little pout, trying to hide it but failing miserably…” jungkook kept speaking calmly as if his hand wasn’t about to get to the hem of your panties, his long fingers barely brushed your inner thighs but it was enough for you to get wet in anticipation

“was this what you were hiding?” you asked trying to sound relaxed, trying to keep your composure because he knew he was teasing you; but you wouldn’t show it, at least not now

“good girl, you are starting to get it” he whispered in your ear, letting his lips brush the curve of your jaw. you had to hold back a whimper when the first two words came out his mouth, you’ve always thought you didn’t like being called that, but jungkook only proved you wrong every single time

“and that night after giving you a ride home, i was about to knock on your door to give you back your hoodie—but suddenly i heard a weird sound coming from the other side” he explained as you got impossibly flushed “i pressed my ear to the door to check if i wasn’t going crazy, and you were actually moaning my name, shamelessly”

you couldn’t handle the embarrassment you felt at the moment knowing that he heard you moaning his name loud and clear, so you just looked down to the floor trying to avoid his piercing gaze

jungkook suddenly began pressing soft kisses into your neck as he whispered “don’t get shy on me now, i would be lying if i said i didn’t stay by the door listening to you being so desperate for me, i was so hard i was about to break the door for you to help me…”

knowing that your neediness and perversion wasn’t one sided and he felt it too, you didn’t even bother to hold back your whimpers anymore. his soft pecks turned into sloppy, open-mouthed kisses into your soft neck skin, leaving faint red marks on it

“i was surprised too, judging by your attitude, i thought that making you fall for me was going to be almost impossible” jungkook murmured against your skin “you’ve always had a weakness for me, right?”

“y-yes…” you muttered, he didn’t waste any time on sliding his hand to your hot center, playing with your wet entrance with his middle and ring finger against the fabric of your panties

“the next day, i already knew i could move forward—i knew pissing you off on purpose would really get on your nerves and make you think about me all day” he spoke casually while he circled your dripping pussy, occasionally catching your clit with his fingers and giving it a gentle pinch

your whimpers transformed into shameless moans, just like the ones he heard that night “so that day i made you repeat the same steps of the choreography, over and over again, even though you were doing them perfectly” he confessed “do you remember which steps were?”

you were now realizing how perverse and cruel jungkook could be, not that it bothered you anyway… you tried to form a word, but with the way he was pressing your clit with his thumb while he played with your pussy against your ruined panties, the friction of the fabric in your wet center making everything feel even better, made it hard for you to focus

he pressed a few more kisses to your neck as an encouragement for you to speak “i had to… i had to get on my knees and then get up” you managed to say with your own moans interrupting you

“good, now why do you think i made you repeat that step?” jungkook kept asking you questions as if you weren’t about to lose your sanity

you just weren’t able to say something back with the overwhelming pleasure you felt, spreading all over your body to your fingertips “answer me.” he ordered only to give your pussy a light slap that made you jump in response

you used the little energy you had left to think about an answer, and that’s when you went over the words you said ‘get on my knees’. it suddenly clicked—jungkook made you repeat that step over and over, because he wanted to see you on your knees

“because you wanted to see me on my knees…?” you said hoping it was the right answer

“what a smart girl you are, right?” he cooed as he grabbed you by your jaw and turned your head to make you look at him again “now why don’t you get on your knees and suck my dick, hm?” he said in a low husky voice.

as if it was by second nature, you got on your knees in the blink of an eye, ending up between his thighs. you looked up at him, and he seemed even more powerful like this, jungkook was looking at you with sharp eyes, impatient for you to do something. you looked down again, and you were met with his throbbing, thick bulge. it was staining against his black pants, and it looked big even like this

by this point, you were practically salivating at the sight of it, and you didn’t waste any time in unbuckling his belt and letting his cock spring free. you gulped when your eyes met with his big, thick and veiny dick. the angry shade of pink head was already licking pearls of precum with anticipation, throbbing with need

you took a deep breath before pressing a few kisses to it, switching between kitten licks too. jungkook furrowed his brows as a soft whimper escaped his mouth, in response you traced every single vein in his shaft to tease him even more.

you finally took him in your mouth when his thighs were slightly shaking with desperation, and he was big, almost too big. you didn’t even put all of him in you, and you could already feel his thick head hitting the back of your throat. you slid your hand up and down with what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, while with the other one you softly massaged his balls

jungkook wouldn’t let his eyes off of you as you took him in your mouth, the sight of you made him even harder “you look so pretty like this… taking all of me while on your knees” he said in a deep voice

that encouraged you to take all of him in your mouth, so you widened your jaw even more as you relaxed your throat to take him properly. you looked up at him when you lowered your head all the way, ending with the tip of your nose brushing the base of his dick, and he completely lost it

jungkook let out a shameless, loud moan when he felt his cock slide even deeper into your hot throat. he pushed his head back as he lounged on the couch with both of his arms stretched across the backrest. you could see his adam’s apple moving as he moaned and groaned boldly

you began swirling your tongue around his dick while you hollowed your cheeks for him to go even more crazy, but you wouldn’t have guessed he would go insane. he stopped holding himself back because he tried to be careful and gentle, but you were making this so hard

he grabbed you by the back of your head and started pushing your head even deeper, completely controlling your movements. the room was filled with gagging, and slurping sounds while jungkook fucked your face uncontrollably. the weird thing was that you were actually enjoying this.

all of this was sick—him making you go crazy for weeks on purpose only to use your throat like this then, was making your pussy drip with arousal so much you were ruining your lace panties. you squeezed his thigh a little to hold yourself because of his harsh thrusts in your throat. you pressed your thighs together trying to relieve some of the pleasure you needed while you kept taking him with no hesitation

“look at you… turns out you didn’t have such a strong attitude at all, all you needed was for that pretty mouth of yours to be filled with my dick, right?” jungkook said while he breathed heavily, thrusting his hips impossibly closer to your mouth

you hummed a lazy response, and the vibrations of your voice in your throat made him feel even better. you could taste the saltiness of his precum in your tongue as he kept thrusting with no mercy. you looked up at jungkook and batted your lashes prettily at him, your eyes looked so innocent for what you were doing, gagging on his cock with a mix of his pre and spit sliding down your throat

the simple sight of that was enough to make him cum. he pulled you by the hair harshly, causing a loud pop sound when his dick left your mouth. he gave himself a few more strokes with his hand as he held you in place, squelching sounds mixed with your heavy breathing echoed all over the room

you sticked your tongue out, and that was all he needed. hot, white spurts of his cum shot out of his tip ending in your tongue, part of it even on your face. jungkook was groaning and moaning like crazy as he furrowed his eyes, when his high ended you swallowed all of his seed without breaking eye contact; feeling the salty aftertaste on your tongue, savoring it with enjoyment, and that was more than enough to get him rock hard over again. this was going to be a long night for you…

without giving you time to process, jungkook lifted you up effortlessly and laid you down on the couch before literally ripping your dress off you. you gasped in surprise when you were only left in your black lingerie set, he looked at you with a dark hungry gaze, one that you’ve never seen before

he followed your figure with his eyes, and now, he could finally touch you. he traced your waist with his fingertips as he cupped one of your boobs with the other hand. you let out a sound between a whimper and a sigh that made him lose his mind. he quickly unclasped your bra to free your aching breasts

your nipples hardened at the sudden feeling of chill air, and jungkook seemed to be hypnotized by them. you grabbed him by his shirt, signaled that you wanted to see his bare torso too. he let out a chuckle because of how needy you were for him, and he didn’t waste any time in slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his naked body as well.

his beefy chest, ripped torso and strong biceps, all decorated with tattoos put you in a trance, you couldn’t get your eyes off him. without warning, jungkook latched one of your perky nipples into his mouth, gently sucking on it as he played with the other one

you let out a loud moan without shame while you grabbed him by the back of his hair, slightly tugging at it. he was on top of you, caging you in his body, making you feel completely helpless and under his control in the best way possible

he let go of one of your nipples to suck on the other one and pinch it too, paying attention to both of your boobs. when he slightly bit one; his teeth grazing against the soft skin of your nipple, your back arched in pleasure, ending up with your clothed pussy pressing against his fully hard cock.

both of you moaned by the friction, the vibrations from jungkook’s groan in your nipple making you shiver. you kept rocking your hips against his dick in desperation for more pleasure, it was as if you couldn’t get enough of each other. the feeling of the cold metal of his lip piercing against your soft skin, made you get even more desperate for him—you couldn’t handle it anymore, you needed him inside of you

“please…” you managed to murmur as you pulled his hair even harder, showing him how desperate you were

“please what?” jungkook asked pulling back from your nipple, even though he knew really well what you needed, he just wanted for those words to come out of your mouth

“j-just” he gently bit your perky nipple again and slightly tugged it to make you moan again, not letting you finish your sentence “just fuck me jungkook, please…” you finally said as you looked at him with pleading eyes

he couldn’t say no to you when you were like this—completely ruined and carried away by the moment, your body full of his marks and humping your pussy against him like a bitch in heat.

jungkook slowly slid your panties down through your legs, leaving your dripping cunt on full display for him. he finally aligned his cock to your entrance, and when you thought he was about to get inside you, he just rubbed his head against your pussy. you were on the verge of losing it, and he was still teasing you

“jungkook, i swear that if-“ he didn’t give you time to finish before pushing his dick all the way in with one deep thrust. you let out a pornographic moan while he groaned at the feeling of your gummy, syrupy walls sucking him in

he gave you some time for you to get used to his size, he was so deep you could feel him in your tummy. you reached for his broad shoulders to hold yourself and let out a sound between a whimper and a moan. when you felt his dick throbbing inside of you, you immediately rocked your hips again, and that was the sign for him that he could start moving.

he started with slow, steady movements, letting you feel all of him in detail. you swore you could see stars every time his tip brushed that special spot in your walls. the room was filled with moans, groans and the sound of skin on skin slapping. but still, none of this was enough for you

you needed jungkook to ruin you, to leave you feeling him for weeks, to make your throat go sore for all the moaning and screaming, you needed him to fuck you so hard the only thing you remember is his name.

“can you go any slower?” you teased him with a challenging look in your eyes. he stopped for a second before locking eyes with you, and something definitely changed in him that moment—his gaze became hungrier, darker and filled with lust

“oh really?” he said trying to catch his breath “i’m going to fuck every bit of that brattiness off you.” when those words came out of his mouth, your pussy clenched with anticipation, causing him to groan

jungkook picked up an animalistic, rough pace, so quick your moans came out uneven and the couch moved with his rhythm. a light sheen of sweat was starting to cover both of your bodies while you became a moaning, messy thing.

he suddenly grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his tatted shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper, so deep you could feel his thick head kissing your cervix every time he got all the way in. he occasionally pressed some soft kisses to the soft skin of your leg, contrasting with the roughness of his thrusts

he was balls-deep into you, and you could feel his dick all the way in your guts. tiny beads of precum came out of his tip, gushing into your pussy, creating a messy mix of your juices that dripped out of your entrance. your head felt all fuzzy and you were already cockdrunk, not even able to form a sentence and all you could do was moan his name like a prayer

a familiar knot was starting to form deep down in your belly, and jungkook noticed because of the way your stomach visibly tightened; but this only made him go even more feral and pick up his pace impossibly faster, so fast you thought you would break his couch

his eyes were now filled with lust—he suddenly moved his hands from your waist to your clit, pinching and circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. tears began welling up in your eyes while you scratched his shoulder with your nails, leaving marks that encouraged him even more to wreck you

you could feel that knot tightening with every mean thrust of his, and you were now completely lost in the pleasure—not even caring about how loud you were, how flustered you looked, or how tears wouldn’t stop sliding down your cheeks with overstimulation, making your makeup look completely ruined with runny mascara.

but when he suddenly leaned in to lick a long strip to your cleavage to your jaw, tracing your throat with the tip of his tongue, only to press an open mouthed kiss to your cheek and whisper “you’re perfect” in a voice so raspy that it made your walls clench, it was just too much. all your body trembled while you moaned his name to the top of your lungs; as that knot in your stomach came undone, sudden gushes of your juices coming out suddenly and drenching all of his chest and part of his face too

your walls hugged him so tight jungkook’s orgasm busted too, filling your entrance with thick, hot, white loads of his cum, so much part of it dripped off you even when he was still inside of you. he collapsed on top of you, hiding his face in the curve of your neck while both of you desperately tried to catch your breath, without pulling out of you just yet.

after some minutes of peaceful silence you couldn’t help but ask him “so you like me…?”

with a shy look in your eyes even after all of what you’ve just done

jungkook looked up at you, and went silent for a second “i’m obsessed with you” he simply confessed with no shame at all, and you could feel him getting hard again inside your walls. this night wasn’t even close to ending…

[sssoulesss]

──── jus’ the tip ⧽ bang chan ( 방찬 ) ⸝⸝

𖦹 방찬 x fem!reader 𓂃 wc. unprotected sex. use of pet names. established relationship. daddy kink. somnophilia (con) minors DNI ﹒⋆

⧽ word count ⫶ 1.9k

no matter how many times you told him to stop staying at the studio until ungodly hours, your boyfriend just wouldn’t listen. the man was a total workaholic, always pushing himself to the absolute limit, which meant his usual arrival time back at your shared apartment was anywhere between 2 and 3 am.

tonight was no different.

by 2:35 am, you were already tucked safely under the heavy comforter, dressed in your favorite soft pajamas, enjoying the quiet warmth of the bed. you had fully intended to stay awake to give him a proper scolding—and maybe get some cuddles—but your heavy eyelids had won the battle, pulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

you didn’t even hear the front door open, the quiet thud of his bag hitting the floor, or the sound of the shower running in the guest bathroom so he wouldn't disturb you.

when chan finally slipped into the bedroom, he was only wearing his gray boxers, his skin still smelling faintly of body wash and the cool night air. he crawled into bed carefully, trying his best not to disturb your sleep. he pulled the comforter up, settling himself right behind you.

for a long time, he just laid there in the dark.

he didn't move, but he wasn't sleeping either. the heavy silence of the bedroom was filled only by your soft, even breathing. chan stared at the back of your head, his thoughts running wild after a long, stressful day of producing. his eyes adjusted to the dark, taking in the curve of your hip underneath the blanket. his hand automatically found your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles through the fabric of your pajamas.

the simple touch was driving him crazy. he was completely exhausted, but his body was wired, aching for the comfort only you could give him. he shifted closer, pressing his chest right against your back. his length, already thick and hard inside his boxers, nudged against your backside. he laid there for another ten minutes, just breathing you in, fighting the urge to wake you, his heart hammering against his ribs from the sheer desire building up in his lower half.

finally, the friction of his heavy breathing and the growing heat pressing into you started to pull you out of your deep slumber. you stirred weakly, shifting your hips a bit.

that small movement was his breaking point.

chan leaned over you, his chest flattening against your back as a comforting, heavy warmth started pressing directly against your lower half.

“ ‘m sorry, did i wake you up baby?” chan’s voice was a low, raspy whisper in your ear. he didn't stop moving, his hips already grinding in a slow, heavy circle right against your core through your pajama pants.

“channie...” you started, the sudden friction causing an involuntary, breathless moan to slip past your lips. you tried to turn your head to look at him, your brain foggy, but his large palm moved to your hip, holding you firmly in place as he continued to roll his pelvis against you.

“need you so bad, baby. please,” he whined softly, the sound muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of warm, desperate kisses along your sensitive skin.

you were so tired, your limbs feeling like lead. “chan, it’s late...”

“jus’ the tip, yeah?” he murmured, his voice thick with need, his lips brushing your earlobe. “i promise. just the tip.”

you knew better. every single time chan promised he would only put the tip in, it was a complete lie.

the man simply had no self-control when it came to you, especially after a long, exhausting day at work. but right now, you were too drained to put up a real fight, and the heavy ache starting to build between your own thighs from his heavy grinding was getting hard to ignore.

“mhh, ‘kay baby... but make it quick,” you mumbled sleepily, your hips automatically bucking back against him just a fraction to match his rhythm.

“yeah, baby, ‘ll make it so quick you wont have to do anything,” he said, his breathing getting faster and more frantic.

his large hands worked quickly, sliding under the waistband of your pajamas and pushing both your pants and panties completely to the side, leaving your bare bottom fully exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. you heard the sharp, distinct sound of fabric shifting as he quickly freed his cock from his boxers.

without waiting, he pressed his bare length between your thighs from behind, grinding his thick head directly against your swollen, sensitive folds. your natural moisture quickly coated him, the wet, friction-filled sliding sound filling the quiet spaces of the room and making chan let out a heavy groan.

you whimpered, your body still too heavy and tired to properly keep up with the pace he was setting, your hands grasping blindly at the pillows in front of you.

then, he aligned himself perfectly and pushed the big, mushy tip of his cock just slightly past your entrance.

both of you let out a simultaneous, loud moan that echoed in the quiet bedroom.

chan paused for a second, letting out tiny, needy whimpers as he began to slide just the head in and out of you, testing your wetness. “fuck, baby... you’re gripping me so good already,” he groaned, his fingers digging firmly into your hips, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding you.

the rhythm quickly picked up. inch by inch, he started pushing a little deeper with every single slide. you could feel the thick stretch of him opening you up, the slick friction of his skin against yours becoming louder and wetter. just as your sleepy brain realized what was happening and you opened your mouth to protest, chan gave one heavy, determined drive of his hips.

he entered you fully, plunging all the way in until his hip bones slammed hard against your backside.

you moaned his name loudly, your hands instantly flying behind you to find his hips, trying to push him back to get some relief from the sudden, intense fullness.

“you said jus’ the tip!” you cried out, your voice a mix of a whine and a gasp.

“fuck, yeah... ‘m sorry baby, i jus’ need your pussy so bad,” he panted, entirely unbothered by his broken promise, his chest heaving against your back.

before you could even process the stretch, chan halted his movements entirely. keeping his cock buried deep inside you, he gripped your waist with immense strength and carefully positioned you on top of him, your back sitting on his chest. your front was completely exposed now. he grabbed your thighs, pushing them wide apart and holding them open, his thick cock splitting you completely open from the new angle as he slid back in.

“channie!” you cried out his name.

“ ‘ll make you feel real good, i promise,” he said, his eyes dark and completely dilated as he breathed down your neck from behind. he widened your thighs even more, his grip leaving dark marks on your skin. “i jus’ can’t resist this pussy,”

chan brought his feet flat onto the mattress, using the leverage to lift his lower body slightly before he started hammering into you with a fast, heavy pace.

your moans became loud and unfiltered, your mouth open as you cried his name out into the dark room. the sheer pace of his thrusts was relentless, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust, sending waves of intense pleasure straight to your core. the mattress creaked rhythmically under the force of his movements.

“fuckin’ needed this. fuck. needed this pussy so bad,” he whimpered, his teeth gritting together as he imagined your face twist with pleasure.

he wrapped his strong forearm completely around your waist, lifting you up slightly against his pelvis so you couldn't move or escape the depth of his thrusts. with his free hand, he reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and beginning to flick and rub at it with a fast, wet rhythm.

“keep your legs open f’me, baby,” he ordered roughly, his thumb working magic on your core while his cock continued to stretch you wide open, bottoming out inside you.

the burning ache in your thighs from being held open so wide was bittersweet, completely overwhelmed by the double stimulation. your head lolled backward into his shoulder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your entire body began to tremble. an intense, tight warmth was rapidly building deep in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter with every heavy thud of his hips.

“channie! please!” you sobbed, trying to shift your hips to slow him down, but he was completely unstoppable, his skin slick with sweat as he kept up the pace.

his hand moved back to your thighs, pushing them almost all the way back to your chest, angling your pelvis perfectly so he could get even deeper, the wet friction making you completely lose your mind.

“shiiit, pussy milkin’ me soo good,” he growled in a low, husky tone, completely pussy drunk and lost in the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him.

all you could think about was him, how his cock was splitting you open, the burn of your thighs, and the warm feeling inside your belly that was about to snap.

he noticed the change in your breathing, the way your inner muscles were starting to spasm violently around his length.

“come on my cock, baby... c’mon,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning down to press his lips right against your ear, your back rubbing against his bare chest. “you wanna come all over daddy’s cock, yeah? do it f’me.”

“oh god yes! yes! channie—”

a loud, shattered moan tore from your throat as the knot in your belly finally snapped. your body seized up completely, your walls clenching around him in a tight, desperate grip as you squirted all over him like a fountain. the sudden, hot rush of fluid drenched his thighs, wetting the bedsheets and your joined bodies completely.

chan watched from behind you in absolute amusement and hunger, his breath catching in his throat as his pupils dilated to the absolute edge.

the sheer intensity of your orgasm pulled him right over the limit. your body collapsed limply against his chest, your legs trembling uncontrollably, but chan didn't stop. he let out a guttural, deep growl, driving his hips into you two more times, burying himself as deep as he could go.

“such a good girl... made a big mess for daddy, hm?” he choked out, his whole body shuddering violently as he spilled his hot seed deep inside you, overloading your pulsing walls.

he reached your face, his fingers gently turning your chin toward him so he could force you to lock eyes with him while he finished coming inside you, his length twitching deep within your core. tears of pure exhaustion and pleasure prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you could only nod weakly against his hand.

chan leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a soft, slow, remarkably tender kiss that contrasted completely with how rough he had just been.

after spending some time quietly cleaning both of you up with some tissues, he crawled back under the comforter, pulling your back tightly against his chest. he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into a protective embrace and whispering sweet, lazy nothings into your ear until the rhythm of his breathing slowed down, guiding you both back into a deep, heavy slumber.

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LOUDER ✩ B. CHAN

( 방찬 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ rough sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ light choking ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ size kink ⋆ creampie : 1255

──── in which ︵ chan’s obsessed with one thing; hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.

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your boyfriend, chan, loved hearing your sweet noises of pleasure. he would do anything to hear you moan his name in that breathy tone, all drunk on his cock no matter where you were. he didn’t mind how loud you got, it only brought him more pleasure. well, you weren’t usually that loud in bed, you knew you’d get a noise complaint if you let your voice out completely, but you can’t really keep quiet when all he does is try to make you moan even louder. 

"o—h, chan,” you sighed shakily, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inside. chan groaned lowly when he bottomed out, feeling your velvety walls pulse around his cock.

he leaned down and nuzzled in your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he started to move. "y’feel so good baby, so fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing and nipping on the skin there.

chan being chan, with his hyper fixation with your moans, groaned in pleasure when he heard you moan so delicately, but he didn't want you to moan softly—he wanted you to scream his name.

he wanted the whole neighborhood to know who was fucking you so good, who was making you feel so good. your eyes rolled back briefly when he started to pound into you, the tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix. 

your eyes closed shut, eyebrows knitted together and back arching as profanities left your parted lips along with louder moans. chan relished in them. a shudder went down his spine when he heard you moan his name loudly when he hit a particularly spongy spot. he knew what he was hitting, he knew your body inside and out, after all.

"oh, did I find your sweet spot ma?" he cooed, tauntingly, before slamming hard into that spot again – purposely this time, making your back arch more, hands scrambling up to grip onto his forearms that held your hips in place on the bed. your whole body shuddered and trembled as he kept slamming precisely into your g-spot with a relentless pace, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

chan let out shaky low moans as he heard your sounds grow louder, his fingers working deftly on your puffy slippery clit, bringing you closer and closer to something earth-shattering.

your eyes teared up in pleasure, already so fucked to say anything except "harder" and "faster".

what could he do other than give you what you wanted? after all, he wanted it as much as your needy self.

the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding, the bed creaking with each movement. your body rose up the bed with each thrust, making chan groan in annoyance. he wanted your body to stay still so he could fuck you harder just like you wanted, but with the way your body was bouncing it was near impossible, and so, he quickly thought of a solution. 

you whined when he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "all fours, ass up, face down." he ordered, his voice breathless with unfulfilled desire and exertion. chan watched as you scrambled into position, presenting your backside to him, your face flush against the pillow.

he let out a low whistle, "fucking love this view," he gave your ass a sharp slap before grabbing the flesh there with one hand and your hip with the other. you moaned into the pillow when he filled you up again.

his thrusts were punishing, exactly what you wanted as he surged forward with renewed vigor. chan couldn’t help but notice the way the pillow silenced your screams of pleasure.

oh, he was having none of that. 

his hand left your ass and tangled in your hair, wrapping your locks around his hand before tugging your head up. your moans immediately filled the room, making his whole body shudder. your moans were music to his ears.

"fu—ck, chan, cumming, o—h," you mewled, "m’gonna—gonna cu—m." he grunted in satisfaction when he heard your desperate – barely coherent – words.

"oh yeah? fuckin’ come on this big dick," one hand came down and around to draw quick circles on your swollen clit in time with his thrusts.

"c’mon ma, wanna feel you fucking suffocate my cock." his voice was a near growl as he worked you closer and closer.

your body shook and trembled when you reached your peak, pure unadulterated pleasure etched on your features as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you were moaning his name like that. you gasped when he pushed you down fully, your front side now flush against the mattress as he started to pound into you.

this was it. this was the position.

chan moaned lowly in pleasure when he heard your loud gasping moans, the way your legs lifted whenever he went balls deep only spurred him on. he fucked you mercilessly, and you couldn’t move away, you were trapped between his body and the bed. his hand yanked your head back by your hair so he could hear all the sounds you were making without it being muffled by the bed or pillow.

"fucking love your sounds baby, your sweet fuckin’ moans, only for me." he moaned in your ear, causing shudders to ripple through your body.

you were fast approaching your second orgasm, the feeling of him going so deep and so fast was too much for you. his hand that was on your hair snaked around and wrapped itself around your throat. not quite cutting air supply, but enough pressure to have you gasping.

his free hand snaked under your body and strummed your bundle of nerves, the stimulation on your clit along with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots deep inside you was your undoing. you let out high pitched keens and cries as you came again, your whole body shaking.

your pussy clenched around his cock rhythmically, all while pulling him in more. "f-fu—ck, your pussy’s fucking pulling me in, greedy girl," he groaned as he felt his release so close that he could practically taste it.

a few more brutal slams and chan let out a guttural moan when he finally felt the pressure in his lower abdomen snap, his hips jerking against your ass as he filled your welcoming cunt full with his seed.

his hand soon left your throat, his breathing ragged, matching yours as his body slumped on top of you, his cock still letting out little spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy, painting your walls white. he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to control his breathing.

after a while, he finally pulled out, both of you moaning at how sensitive you’d become. and almost immediately after he pulled out, his cum trickled out of your well loved hole. chan couldn’t help himself, he just had to take a picture. he took his phone from the bedside table and nudged you gently, showing you his phone. "can I?" he asked and you nodded, chuckling in amusement, still breathless.

he sighed in contentment after taking the photos and plopping down next to you, pulling you closer by your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. "i love you," he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressed your body, worshipping every inch as you two lay there on his bed, relishing in the afterglow and love.

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Do You Meant It? - BC

Pairings: Chan x Reader. Established Relationship Warnings: Fight. Chan is an ass at the beggining before he realizes he f-ed up. curse words. Summary: “Do you know you can count on me for anything?” No, you don’t. When you needed him, he yelled at you. Now, Chan is trying to make up for what he broke.

“Do you know you can count on me for anything?” Chan had once said, you smiled at him

“I don't want to bother you with my problems” You had said, your hands on his wrists

“Your problems are mine, you're my partner, I want to help you on these things”

“Only if you do the same” You looked up at him, resting your head on his chest

Your mind went back to that memory of him, his words back then were different to what he was saying now.

“Listen to me, I have a comeback to finish preparing, I have songs to finish writing, I have daily meetings, dance and singing rehearsals; and you’re just getting in the way, you understand?” His voice raised “I've got a lot on my plate, and you just won't stop nitpicking! If it's not red, it's blue. You complain when it's sunny, and you complain when it rains. If you don't eat this, or if you eat that! I can't take it anymore! Everything that comes out of your mouth is nonsense, and I don't want to listen to you right now!”

“Nonsense?” You replied, hands together and voice cracking up, you were starting to see blurry because of the tears “I'm just telling you how bad I'm having it now at work, Chan. Plus my studies. I'm tired”

“Well, guess what? We all are tired. It's not just you, don't feel too special about it, ‘kay?” He grabbed his gym bag “gosh, I don't need all of this” he murmured

And he left without giving you a proper goodbye.

If he thought your problems were a nuisance, well, you’d do as he asked. You wouldn’t say another word to him about it.

You cried like never before, until you fell asleep on the sofa; Chris still hadn’t come home.

And after that day, you never acted the same way around him again.

When he asked you about your day, you gave short, vague answers. You could tell he wanted to keep the conversation going, but your mind kept drifting back to that night.

"Anything new happened at work today?"

"No, nothing new."

"How are things going with Professor Kim?"

"Just the usual, he's still sending loads of homework"

"Hey, what do you think of this?"

"It looks great."

Everyone could tell. You’d become withdrawn and a little insecure. Not just with Chan, but with your friends and some of your relatives, too.

You felt like a burden. Until that day came.

“Come on, Y/N.” One of your classmates and close friends, Si-woo, came over to you in the library. "We're working on this project together, and the one thing we're not doing is talking about what we need to do. Don’t avoid me.”

“I told you you’d do your part and I’d do mine.”

“But I have a question about something. Can you help me?” You sighed.

“What’s up?” Si-woo smiled as he moved closer to you, his notebook already open and his highlighters in hand.

Between jokes and studying, Siwoo managed to get more than five words out of you.

Something no one had managed to do in the last three weeks.

“Tomorrow. Same place, same time?” he asked, and after a few minutes of thinking it over, you nodded.

“That sounds good.”

And just as he said, the next day, Siwoo was sitting at the table in the corner, with two cups of coffee on it and his head buried in a literature book.

“How far have you gotten?” you asked, sitting down next to him.

“Well, I’ve found several references we can use to support our argument. I think it might be good.”

“Let’s see,” you said.

“Before we start,” he said, grabbing a cup and handing it to you, "Black. Two sugars. I didn’t know if you liked it any other way.”

“With milk and three sugars. But this is fine; I need to stay awake as long as possible.” You both laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

You took a sip, nodding. “Come on, let’s get started—we’ve got a lot to do.”

And while Siwoo was tearing down those walls you’d built, little by little and without even realizing it.

Chan was a mess and didn’t know what else to do.

You accepted his invitations; you accepted his caresses, you accepted his kisses, but it was as if you weren’t fully there.

When he tried to bring up the subject, you deflected him, you grew cold, your posture stiffened, and you tried to leave or change the subject.

“What are you laughing at, gorgeous?” He asked with a small smile happy to see you smile finally after these past weeks

As soon as you heard his voice, your smile slowly disappeared “Oh, it’s nothing” You shook your head slowly “Just a texting with a friend”

“Rina?”

You shook your head “Not sure if you remember him, his name’s Siwoo”

“Don’t think I’ve met him before”

“He’s nice” You said “We’re doing a project together so yeah”

But what hurt him the most was seeing you smile and laugh heartily at your phone. Whatever it was— or someone —was making you happier than he had in recent days.

And it hurt him. Of course it did.

“I don't know what to do,” he said one day, lying on the floor of the practice room.

“I don't know what to tell you, Chan,” Minho replied, breathing heavily. “She hasn't talked to me about anything either. I sent her a photo of SongDongDori a few days ago, and she left it unread.”

“And she loves getting SongDongDori pictures, we know that” Felix said fixing his cap

“Kkami is her favorite”

“You wish. We know Bbama is her baby”

“Guys” Chan asked, his voice sounded fragile, almost breathless. He sighed.

“Think about everything for a second, Hyung” Jeongin said from the corner of the room, eyes never leaving his phone. “Since when has she been like this?”

Chan’s mind immediately went back four weeks

However, he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact night. He shook his head.

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this at work—they were in the middle of a rehearsal, for God’s sake. But the guys could see that something was eating away at their leader; he wasn’t his usual self.

And it hurt them to see him like this. They knew Chan would do everything he could to stay strong in front of them, but they wanted to let him know that if he fell, they were there to catch him.

“I don't know,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair.

“Come on, it could have been something,” Changbin said. “A message. Something you forgot. An argument.”

An argument? You haven't had any arguments lately.

Not since that time when—

It suddenly clicked in his mind.

Not since that time when he yelled at you for telling him about your problems.

“Shit” He murmured getting up “Guys, I-”

“I’ll take it from here and let you know” Minho said nodding “Go”

Chan grabbed his things and left the practice room. His thoughts were racing at 100 miles an hour.

Now he understood why you had acted the way you did. He felt like a piece of trash making you feel that way. He knew your insecurities, he knew your fears, and he used them against you on a day of desperation when everything was going wrong for him.

Meanwhile, you were laughing with Siwoo in your living room; homework already done; you made some coffee for the two of you and Siwoo brought some cookies

“Who would have thought, Y/L/N? You’re back to your old self again.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re laughing again, you’re joking again, you’re being yourself again.”

“Well, you’ve helped me a lot with that, Siwoo.”

“Don’t let anyone bring you down, girl.” You sighed and took a sip of your coffee

“I just don’t want to burden anyone” You said softly not knowing someone else was inside the house

“You’re not a burden” Siwoo said shaking his head "I'm not sure who made you believe that, but they're idiots," you chuckled a little.

"Please," you said.

"All right, all right," he raised his hands but soon dropped them "I know how much it hurt you when he said that to you. Thank you for trusting me and letting me and the lads in once again." You smiled

Two weeks ago you started hanging out with your friends once again. Of course they asked you what had happened to you, and when you plucked up the courage to tell them, most of them weren’t exactly happy that your boyfriend had treated you like that

“How about a rematch on Just Dance?" He said changing the subject

"Now?" He nodded. "Come on, let's go! You won’t beat me.” You laughed, finished the last of your drink and cleared away the cups you’d used.

As you entered the kitchen, you saw Chan sitting in one of the chairs, looking towards the living room.

“Oh! You’re here,” you said, surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”

"Oh, I see," you said. "How was training today?"

"I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to come home”

Your eyes widened, your hand instantly went to his forehead “You don’t have any fever” You said “What are you feeling, baby?”

Chan shook his head “Headache” He rested his head in your palm

“Do you want me to prepare something for you?” You asked softly

“Y/N, everything’s set up!” Siwoo’s voice rang across the department

“You’re busy” He said sighing “I’ll be fine, I’ll take a shower and lay down for a bit”

“I’ll prepare you something quick” You said, Chan shook his head

“I’m okay” He kissed you on the forehead and left the kitchen.

You sighed and, without paying him any mind, decided to put some water on to boil so you could make him a hot milk shake. It had been a long time since you’d seen Chan looking as downcast as he did at that moment.

If you pictured his face in your mind, you’d notice that his nose was red, his eyes were a little teary, and his voice was breaking.

What could have happened to him?

Your heart felt heavy.

"Y/N!" Siwoo came into the kitchen. "Earth calling Y/N," he snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked and looked at him.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"That's what I'd like to ask you. I got here and you were zoned out," he made a gesture that made you laugh.

"I was thinking about something."

"Everything okay?"

"I think so," you said. "Chan arrived; he didn’t look too good."

"Mhm," Siwoo said. "Did he say anything to you?" You shook your head.

"No." You looked at the water, which was starting to come to a boil. "Let me take this to him and I’ll be right back."

"If you want, I can leave," He said, you shook your head once again

"I think he'd better calm down a bit”

Siwoo nodded. "I'll warm up then," he said, and you laughed.

"Are you really that bad that you need to warm up?"

"It's not that I'm bad! It's just that I get cramps afterward. Age catches up with you." You laughed loudly at the last part

“Go, warm up old man” You said between laughs

Siwoo left the kitchen laughing, and once again you were alone.

The water was ready; you took out a cup, some milk, a little cinnamon, and honey.

You carefully made him some milk tea and carried it up to your room on a small tray.

You knocked twice and opened the door.

Your heart broke.

There was Chan, fresh out of the shower, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. He was lying face down on the bed, his arms clutching your pillow tightly, his phone resting on the headboard watching something

Small sobs escaped his lips, and every now and then he sniffled. He was crying.

"Oh, Chris." You closed the door, lay down beside him, the cup on his nightstand. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was a complete idiot."

“Come on, I don’t get it, Chris. What happened?” Your arms wrapped around his body, your chin resting on his neck, you looked at his phone; photos of the two of you together were on the screen

It was the first time you’d made physical contact with him in five weeks.

When he felt your touch, he cried a little more

"I promised myself I'd never hurt you. And that was the first thing I did." You sighed, hearing him. "You've been acting differently toward everyone, all because of me and my stupid mistakes."

"I know I don't deserve forgiveness this quickly, but it hurts to know that I brought one of your biggest insecurities to life." He turned slowly, you and him were face to face.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I'm sorry I said all those things—they're lies! I'm so sorry you've changed with everyone."

"You hurt me, Chan," you began.

"I know I did," you wiped away his tears, and he closed his eyes.

"I spent weeks bottling up everything I was feeling," you told him.

"Words can't even begin to express how sorry I am for that," he whispered.

"I understand your workload; you’re the leader, the oldest—everyone expects the best from you, and everyone turns to you when there’s a problem." Your hand ran through his hair. "I admire you so much, but you need to draw a line between when you’re at work and when you’re at home," you said. "We can talk about everything that happens to you—the good and, above all, the bad. We’re a team, Chan."

"But as much as I love you, I’m not just someone you can yell at every time you’re frustrated, much less play with my insecurities just like that."

"I know. I know you deserve so much better. Believe me, seeing you laugh with other people and realizing how distant you were with me made me feel terrible. I felt like I failed as a partner."

"You haven’t failed," you assured him. "You messed up a little, yes," you said, "but you realized your mistake and you’ve started to make amends." Chan smiled. "Don’t think you’re completely off the hook."

"I know I’m not," he said, "but I’ll work to erase those words from your heart."

You nodded.

"I brought you some hot milk," you said, nodding toward the cup.

"You didn’t have to."

"Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you." You planted a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, drink it." You stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to get you some acetaminophen."

"No, don’t go."

"But Chan—"

"Trust me, I’m already feeling a little better," he said, sniffling. "With the milk, I’ll feel even better."

You sighed, sitting back down on the bed. You looked into his eyes and smiled slowly.

"Can we cuddle for a bit?"

"I can’t stay long. Siwoo is downstairs waiting."

"Just while I drink the milk?" You looked at him. "I know I’m not forgiven yet; I know I have to earn it. But I missed you so much these past few weeks.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Chan laughed.

You positioned yourself behind him; Chan turned slightly to the side, his face buried in your chest, one of his arms around your waist, while yours were around his shoulders. One hand in his hair and the other on his arm.

You stayed like that for a few minutes; you saw Chan stretch out his arm, setting the cup on the nightstand.

“Better?” He nodded without saying anything else.

You watched his eyes begin to close, his cheeks red, and his grip on you tightened slightly.

You smiled.

You grabbed your phone and opened the messaging app

—Siwoo

Before you could send another message, three more came in

—I'm gone now. Don't worry

—Hope you’ve worked everything out

—Rematch next Friday

You laughed and set the phone aside. After planting a kiss on Chan’s hair, you settled in slowly.

You’ll be okay. You always were.

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The Sane Haven

⤷ chan x fem!reader ୨୧ wc: ゛6801 words ˎˊ˗

୨୧ cw: Mature 18+, established relationship fluff, heavy teasing, intense dirty talk (both ways), physical intimacy, shower proximity, mild alcohol consumption, smut, and highly suggestive behavior.

୨୧ synopsis: After months of grueling schedules, Bang Chan finally gets forty-eight hours off to entirely lose himself in the domestic comfort and fiery passion of his three-year relationship. When a sudden rainstorm traps them inside, a fancy date night dissolves into kitchen counters, candlelit teasing, and an unforgettable night that leaves them more deeply in love than ever.

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The front door of your apartment didn’t just open; it practically groaned under the weight of Christopher surrendering to gravity.

For three months, you had loved a ghost. You had loved a voice through FaceTime at 4:00 AM, a frantic text sent from a studio which was across the sea, a blurry selfie of a tired smile in a recording studio. But when the lock clicked and the heavy wooden door swung inward, the idol persona vanished. He dropped his duffel bag onto the hardwood with a dull thud, not even bothering to kick off his sneakers before his eyes found yours.

"Come here," he breathed. His voice was raw, a low gravelly thing scraped raw from flights and rehearsals.

You didn't even have time to cross the kitchen before he closed the distance. Chan didn’t just hug you; he consumed you. His large, calloused hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off your feet until your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling so deeply against your skin it felt like he was trying to memorize your scent all over again. He smelled like airport air, expensive cologne, and the distinct, comforting warmth that was just him.

"Three years," he muttered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he swayed you slightly, his chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged sighs. "Three years of this, and I still feel like I’m dying every time I have to leave you.... God, you’re so warm." he snuggles closer

"You're late," you whispered, though your fingers were already tangled deep in his messy, unstyled curls, pressing him closer.

"Traffic was hell, baby," he mumbled, a soft laugh vibrating against your collarbone. He set you down slowly, though his hands stayed firmly anchored to your hips, his thumbs rubbing small, possessive circles through the fabric of your shirt. His dimples finally peeked out, shadowed by a faint, attractive hint of stubble. "But I am entirely yours for the next forty-eight hours. No phones. No managers. Just you."

Before you could answer, his eyes scanned the living room, noticing the baskets of laundry you’d piled up and the slight clutter on the coffee table. You’d been working overtime too, trying to clear your own schedule so you could match his.

"Tell you what," Chan said, a mischievous glint cutting through the exhaustion in his dark eyes. "We do a quick reset. We clear the space, clear our heads, and then..." He leaned down, his lips brushing yours so lightly it was agonizing. "...we don't leave the house until Monday..except the date tonight, i made reservations..." you nodded kissing his cheek a unsaid 'thenks baby' in return.

The next hour was a whirlwind of domestic chaos. Chan refused to let you be more than three feet away from him. When you went to fold the laundry, he took the other side of the sheets, turning it into a game of tug-of-war until you were both laughing so hard your chest ached. When you reached up to dust the top of the bookshelf, two large hands suddenly clamped around your waist, lifting you into the air like you weighed nothing.

"Chan! Put me down, I'm going to drop the cloth!" you gasped, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders for balance.

"Nah, you're doing great up there, sweetheart. Keep going," he teased, looking up at you with a cheeky, upturned grin, his bicep flexing hard against your thigh to keep you steady. He kissed your waist line through your sweatpants before finally sliding you back down his front, letting every inch of his body friction against yours on the way down.

By the time the apartment was spotless, a light sweat had broken out over your skin, your hair tied up in a messy, loose bun. Chan was leaning against the kitchen counter, his oversized black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, revealing the thick veins and pale skin of his forearms. He was watching you, his gaze heavy and unblinking.

"I need a shower," you muttered, wiping a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I'm gross."

"Me too," Chan said instantly.

You rolled your eyes, turning toward the bathroom. "The shower is barely big enough for one person, Chris. Go use the guest one."

You walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and letting the steam slowly fill the small, tiled space. You peeled off your clothes, stepping into the spraying warmth, sighing as the tension of the last few weeks began to melt off your shoulders.

You’d barely finished rinsing your face when the bathroom door clicked open. Through the frosted glass of the shower door, you saw his tall, broad silhouette strip down without a shred of hesitation. The door slid open, a blast of cooler air hitting your skin before Chan stepped inside, immediately closing the space between you.

The shower was small. With Chan’s massive chest and broad shoulders inside, the world shrank until there was nothing but the sound of rushing water and his heat.

"I told you to use the other one," you complained weakly, though you didn't step back.

"Save water, love. It's the right thing to do," he murmured in that thick, sleepy Australian drawl he only used when he was completely relaxed. He took the bottle of shampoo from the ledge, pouring it into his palms before reaching out. His large hands slid into your wet hair, his thumbs massaging your scalp with an agonizingly perfect pressure.

You let your head drop back against his chest with a soft groan, your eyes fluttering shut. "Okay, fine. You can stay."

"Thought so," he whispered. His hands moved down from your hair, his soapy fingers tracing the column of your neck, sliding over your shoulders. But as his hands moved lower, the domestic sweetness in the air began to shift. The water slicked his dark hair back, exposing the sharp, lethal line of his jawline. His gaze darkened, dropping to your lips.

"You know," Chan murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming rougher, thicker. He stepped closer, his wet chest pressing firmly against your back, pinning you gently against the warm, tiled wall. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs digging in just enough to make you gasp. "I spent three hours on the plane thinking about how good it was going to feel to have you against these tiles."

A shiver ran down your spine that had nothing to do with the water. You turned around in his grip, your front now pressed against his, your eyes locking onto his. "Oh yeah? Is that all you thought about, Chris?"

Chan leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot against your mouth. "No. I thought about how loud you’re gonna be when I finally get inside you. I thought about how much I missed hearing my name slip out of your mouth when you can't take it anymore."

You let out a shaky breath, your hands sliding down his wet chest, your fingers intentionally grazing lower, mapping the hard lines of his abdomen until you felt him twitch against your thigh. He was already rock hard, his heat pressing insistently through the rushing water.

"You talk a big game for someone who looks like he’s about to pass out from exhaustion," you teased, your voice dropping into a low, challenging purr. You arched your hips slightly, deliberately rubbing against him, watching his pupils dilate instantly. "Are you sure you can handle me right now?"

A dark, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His grip on your hips tightened until it almost bruised, lifting you slightly so you had to look up at him. "Don't fucking test me, sweetheart. I might be tired, but I’ve got more than enough energy to ruin you for the rest of the weekend. You think you can handle me when I'm like this? When I’ve been starving for you for months?"

"Prove it then," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs, your teeth catching your lower lip as you looked at him through wet eyelashes. "Stop talking and do something about it."

Chan let out a low, guttural growl, his forehead leaning against yours as he ground his hips into yours, making you whimper. "Not yet," he growled, his voice pure sin. "I’m gonna make you wait. I’m gonna make you beg for it tonight until your voice is as raw as mine. Now, please help me wash my back, beautiful, before I lose my mind and break my promise."

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The cool bedroom air hit your damp skin, a stark contrast to the thick, humid fog you’d left behind in the bathroom. True to his word, Chan had kept his hands to himself after that agonizing shower—mostly. He’d given your hips one last, heavy squeeze under the rushing water before turning you around so you coulf wash his back, his low, rumbling chuckles vibrating against your palms every time you intentionally slid your hands a little too low.

Now, the late afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long, lazy shadows across the bedroom floor. You stood in front of the vanity mirror, the soft fabric of your outfit draped over the bed behind you. “A proper night out, sweetheart,” he’d murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder before vanishing into his own closet. “Somewhere we can actually sit down, order a nice bottle of wine, and I can look at you without a clock ticking down.”

You chose a dress you knew he loved but rarely got to see you in. It was an elegant, emerald-green silk slip dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, stopping at your mid thighs. The back was entirely open, held together only by a delicate satin lace that required a frustrating amount of patience to tie by yourself.

As you stood there, trying to tie the strap behind, you caught sight of Chan’s reflection in the mirror.

He was leaning against the doorframe, already half-dressed in a pair of sharp, tailored black slacks. His satin ruby dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the thick veins of his forearms, a ring on his index finger, a silver watch on his wrist and glasses resting on his nose. He was holding a glass of water, but he hadn't taken a sip in minutes. He was just... staring.

His dark eyes traveled down the line of your spine, tracking the smooth expanse of your bare back where the green silk V-ed out. Chan swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He mentally scolded himself, clenching his jaw as his eyes wandered lower, lingering on the way the silk clung to the curve of your hips. Get a grip, Christopher, he told himself fiercely. You promised her a nice dinner. Don't ruin it before you even make it to the restaurent.

But God, he loved you. It hit him in waves sometimes—not just a flutter in his chest, but a heavy, grounding certainty that settled deep in his bones. Looking at you right now, framed by the warm bedroom light, he didn't see a girlfriend of three years. He saw his future. He saw the woman he wanted to come home to when the stadium lights finally went dark for good. He was absolutely, unconditionally sure he wanted to marry only you.

"Need some help, baby?" his voice broke the quiet, his Australian accent thick and lazy as he set his glass down.

"Please," you sighed, dropping your arms. "This is actively trying to kill me."

Chan walked over, his footsteps soft against the rug. He didn't immediately touch the string. Instead, he leaned down, his warm breath fanning across your shoulder blades just a second before his lips pressed a slow, lingering kiss right between your shoulder blades. A helpless shiver ran through you.

"You look beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his hands finally coming up to gather the delicate satin lace. His fingers were large and calloused, but he handled the thread with an incredible, practiced gentleness. He slowly tied the back of the dress, his knuckles occasionally brushing against your bare skin, sending tiny electric shocks straight down your spine. he dropped another soft kiss—one on your shoulder, one at the base of your neck, another right in the center of your back.

When he finished, he stepped around to face you. His eyes were dark, full of an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"Now for the hard part," you murmured, pointing toward the edge of the bed where your heels were sitting. They were a pair of black, strappy stilettos with long satin ribbons meant to wrap around your ankles.

Without a word, Chan smiled—that soft, dimpled expression that always melted you completely—and knelt down on one knee on the floor right in front of you.

"Chris, you don't have to do that," you protested softly, but he caught your ankle, his thumb rubbing the sensitive skin just above your heel.

"Shh. Let me," he whispered, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

You placed your hand on his broad shoulder for balance as he gently guided your foot into the shoe. He took his time, his large fingers carefully wrapping the thin ribbons around your ankle, crisscrossing them perfectly up your lower calf before tying them into a secure bow. He repeated the process with the other foot, his movements almost reverent. Before he stood up, he pressed a warm, lingering kiss to the top of your foot, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of pure devotion.

"There," he murmured, standing up and dusting off his slacks. He looked down at you, his hands instantly finding your waist, pulling you an inch closer. "Perfect."

You reached up, fixing the collar of his shirt, your fingers brushing against his jawline. "You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Bang."

He laughed, a rich, rumbling sound, and leaned down to press a deep, slow kiss to your lips—one that tasted like a promise.

But just as he pulled away, a sudden, blinding flash of light illuminated the bedroom window, followed less than two seconds later by a deafening clap of thunder that literally shook the floorboards. Within moments, the sky completely opened up, a torrential downpour slamming against the glass so loudly it sounded like pebbles thrown against the pane.

Chan blinked, turning his head toward the window, then looked back down at your stunning dress and your perfectly laced heels.

"Well," he muttered, a wry, amused smile spreading across his face as the wind howled outside. "I reckun our reservations and plans are officially ruined."

The howling wind outside slammed sheets of water against the glass, but inside the apartment, the atmosphere had shifted into something entirely separate from the storm.

Chan looked from the window back to you, a soft, helpless laugh huffing from his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were still standing there in your stunning emerald silk dress and wrapped stilettos, looking like an absolute goddess with nowhere to go.

"Well, sweetheart," he murmured, his hands sliding down to your hips, his thumbs catching the hem of your dress just enough to lift it an inch. "I'm not letting this outfit go to waste. Change of plans."

Before you could ask what he meant, Chan hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly off your feet. You let out a gasped laugh, your hands instantly flying to his broad shoulders for balance as he carried you out of the bedroom and straight into the kitchen. He didn't set you down on the floor; instead, he hoisted you right up onto the smooth, marble kitchen counter. Your heels clicked against the edge, your legs dangling as he stepped between your knees, effectively trapping you.

"Stay right here," he commanded softly, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative register that always made your stomach do a flip.

You watched, completely mesmerized, as Chan went to work. He completely transformed the room. He turned off the harsh overhead kitchen lights, leaving only the soft under-cabinet lighting. Then, he wandered around the apartment, gathering every single scented candle you owned. He lined them up along the counter and the dining table, striking a match until the space was bathed in a flickering, amber glow. The shadows danced over the sharp lines of his jaw and his tailored black slacks.

"Since I can't take you to a restaurant, I guess I'll just have to be your personal chef," he teased, walking back over to you and leaning in to press a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. He smelled like vanilla candles and pure sin.

He pulled ingredients out of the fridge, deciding on a quick pasta dish you both loved. As he chopped garlic and heated the pan, he refused to actually leave your side. Every single time he passed the counter, he stole a kiss. It started out playful, but it didn't stay that way. He’d lean in, his lips brushing yours, his tongue casually tracing your bottom lip just enough to make you whimper before he pulled back with a smirk.

"Chris, you're going to burn the food if you keep doing that," you breathlessy complained.

"Let it burn," he muttered, stepping right back into your space. He reached out, his large, warm hand sliding up your thigh, his calloused thumb smoothing over the skin right above your knee. "Besides, I'm just tasting the appetizer."

You flushed, a heavy heat pooling in your lower stomach at his subtle dirty talk. To distract yourself from the way his hand was slowly wandering higher up your leg, you slid off the counter for a moment. "If you're cooking, I'm making drinks. You're lucky you're dating a professional."

Chan chuckled, watching you walk over to the bar cart. Before you had met him —back during your university days—you had worked as a bartender to pay the rent. You grabbed the shaker, the alcohol, and the bitters, your hands moving with an effortless, practiced rhythm. You mixed up two custom cocktails, keeping the alcohol content perfectly manageable since you both wanted to actually remember the night.

When you handed him his glass, his eyes darkened with pure appreciation. He took a sip, humming in approval. "God, you're amazing. Seriously, what did I do to deserve you?"

He didn't let you go back to the counter. Instead, he pulled you against his chest, his back to the stove while he stirred the sauce with one hand and kept his other arm wrapped securely around your waist. The warmth of the stove combined with the heat of his body was intoxicating.

As you stood there, the flickering candlelight caught the slight dip of your collarbone and the soft curve of your side. You subconsciously shifted, trying to pull the silk dress tighter. Like anyone, you had your little insecurities—things you picked apart when you looked in the mirror too long.

But Chan noticed everything. He always did.

Feeling you tense, he set the wooden spoon down. He turned you around completely, his hands mapping the exact spots you tried to hide. He bent down, pressing his warm lips to the soft curve of your hip, then up to the slight dip of your waist, kissing every single inch of your skin with a fierce, worshipful reverence.

"Stop hiding," he whispered against your skin, his voice rough and thick. "You are so beautiful. Every single part of you. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes just for one second."

He pulled you back up, his hands tangling in your hair as he kissed you deeply, a quiet sigh escaping him. He rested his forehead against yours, the sound of the rain outside filling the silence.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Chan murmured softly, a sudden, gentle giggle bubbling up from his chest. He looked down at you, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks. "How unexpected all of this was. If you told me four years ago that we'd be here..."

"What, you didn't think we'd make it?" you teased, tracing the collar of his shirt.

"No, I mean—we were such idiots," he laughed, shaking his head at the memory. "We were literally best friends since child hood who only spoke on calls scared to face each other. I was so completely gone for you, but I was too terrified to say anything......remember how we used to talk to each other? Trying so hard to sound 'just like friends' while my heart was practically beating out of my chest every time you looked at me."

He giggled again, the sound rich and warm. "Man, we were so stupid. All those wasted months because we were both too scared to confess."

His laughter faded, replaced by a gaze so intense it made your knees feel weak. The playful boy vanished, leaving only the man who loved you entirely. He leaned down, his lips brushing yours with a slow, heavy finality.

"But I’m glad we got here," Chan whispered, his thumbs wiping a stray tear of happiness from your cheek. "Because now that I have you... I want no one else. Forever. It's only ever gonna be you, sweetheart."

The sheer intensity of his words left you breathless. You reached up, cupping his jawline, and pulled him down into a deep, lingering kiss that tasted like a silent promise. When you finally broke away, your cheeks were flushed against the warm candlelight.

"If you don't stop looking at me like that, we're never going to actually eat," you teased softly, playfully swatting his chest.

Chan let out a breathless laugh, stepping back just enough to let you move around the kitchen. The menu had completely evolved from just a simple pasta dish into an absolute feast. Together, you turned cooking into a coordinated dance. You rolled out dough to make a heart-shaped pizza—Chan insisting on crimping the edges perfectly—while a golden, seasoned chicken roasted in the oven alongside a crisp, fresh salad you tossed together.

By the time the food was ready, the apartment smelled incredible. You carried the plates over to the candlelit dining table, the heavy rain outside providing a soothing backdrop to your makeshift indoor date.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from lighthearted banter into the deep, heavy layers of life and the future. Chan reached across the table, his fingers tangling with yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

"I want to grow old with you," he murmured, his dark eyes reflecting the tiny flames of the candles. "I want the quiet mornings, the wrinkly skin, all of it."

You smiled, a warmth blooming in your chest. "I want that too. And... I want a kid. Eventually."

Chan’s face instantly softened, a massive, genuine smile breaking across his features, making his dimples dip incredibly deep.

"I’d love a daughter," you admitted softly, feeling a bit shy but completely safe sharing it with him. "But honestly, it doesn't matter to me. As long as the kid is healthy."

"A little girl who looks just like you?" Chan breathed, his gaze turning incredibly fond. "God, I'd be wrapped around her finger. But you're right. Just healthy." He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute certainty. "I want to marry you first. I want to roam the world with you, make a million memories, and establish our own rules. Like, if we ever have a huge fight—because we're human, we will—we promise to sort it out before we ever go to bed. No sleeping angry."

"Deal," you whispered, your heart swelling.

"And we need a bigger place," he continued excitedly, his inner producer and planner taking over. "We'll design it together. A massive bar for you, a studio space for me, and a huge backyard." He smiled, leaning over to lovingly serve another portion of pasta onto your plate.

As the dinner wound down and the plates were cleared, you still wanted something sweet. You walked over to the freezer and scooped a generous portion of vanilla ice cream into a small bowl. Instead of heading back to your own seat, you walked over to Chan, pulling him back into his chair by his shoulders.

Without asking, you turned and sank right onto his lap facing him, your emerald silk dress pooling over his tailored black slacks. Chan didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second; his large hands immediately found your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh gently as you settled against him.

"Sharing?" he grinned, his voice a low rumble against your lips.

"Maybe," you murmured, taking a bite of the cold ice cream before offering him some. As you pulled the spoon away, a tiny bit of ice cream lingered on your bottom lip. Chan leaned in instantly, his tongue darting out to lick the sweet cream right off your lips, his lips lingering for a soft, teasing pressure that made your stomach drop.

His hands wandered a little higher on your thighs, his grip firm and possessive, anchoring you tightly to his lap. You took another bite, but the combination of his warmth, the alcohol from the cocktails, and the sheer tension in the air made your hands a little unsteady. A drop of the rapidly melting ice cream escaped the spoon, trailing down your chin and slipping right down the column of your neck, disappearing beneath the neckline of your green dress.

You both knew how gravity worked. You both knew food didn't just magically spill like that unless a certain someone was plotting something entirely deliberate.

Chan caught it instantly. A dark, wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes darkening into pure, unadulterated hunger.

"Oh, you are a menace," he growled softly, the teasing Australian lilt completely vanishing into something raw and dominant.

He didn't grab a napkin. Instead, Chan leaned forward, his large hand gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head back. He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, his warm tongue sliding upward, licking the melted ice cream off your sensitive skin. A sharp, gasping whimper left your lips as he followed the path with a sequence of open-mouthed, bruising kisses, his teeth gently nipping at the junction where your neck met your shoulder.

The cold sweetness of the ice cream was completely eradicated by the scorching heat of his mouth.

Realizing you were entirely finished with desert, you blindly reached back and set the bowl away on the table behind you. You let your head fall back completely against his broad shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as his hands tightened on your thighs, his breath hot and demanding against your skin

Without a word, he hooked both hands under your knees, lifting you effortlessly along with himself off the dining chair, your legs wrapping around his waist. You gasped, both hands flying to his shoulders as he carried you through the candlelit living room toward the hallway.

"Chan—the ice cream—" you protested weakly, laughter bubbling in your throat... this was trouble, a likeable trouble.

"I'll get it later," he growled against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Right now, I'm starving for something else."

He pushed the bedroom door open, and the soft lamplight spilled across the rumpled sheets. He didn't put you down. Instead, he pressed you against the doorjamb, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss so deep and hungry that your toes curled inside your heels. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, then swept inside, tasting the lingering sweetness of vanilla and chocolate. You melted into him, your fingers threading into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He carried you to the bed, but before laying you down, he paused, letting you slide down his body until your feet touched the floor. His hands roamed your back, the bare skin of your backless dress heating under his palms. You tilted your head, meeting his gaze, and then leaned in to press your lips to the side of his neck.

Soft at first—a barely-there brush of your mouth. Then you parted your lips, grazing your teeth over his pulse point, and sucked gently. Chan's breath hitched, his fingers digging into your hips. You lingered there, tasting the salt of his skin, knowing you had to be careful. His fans would notice. They always noticed everything—a hickey on his neck during a live broadcast would send the internet into a frenzy. So you pulled back, leaving only a faint pink mark, barely visible unless you were looking for it.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark and knowing. "Tease," he murmured, but there was nothing but approval in his voice.

His hand found the thin satin lace-up at the back of your dress. With a slow, deliberate tug, the bow unraveled, and the fabric loosened around your chest. He didn't rush. He slid the straps down your shoulders, the emerald silk pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your strapless stick-on bra, black lace panties, and heels.

He stepped back just long enough to shrug off his black button-up, his fingers working the buttons with practiced ease. The shirt fell open, revealing the defined lines of his chest and his toned abs. You didn't wait. You stepped forward, your hands sliding up his abdomen, feeling the ridges of muscle flex under your touch. You pressed your lips to his sternum, then lower, kissing a path down his stomach. Your tongue darted out, licking a stripe across his abs, tasting the faint salt and heat of his skin. You sucked gently at the hollow beside his navel, and he groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're gonna make me lose it."

You looked up at him, a wicked smile on your lips, and continued your journey lower, your mouth trailing over the waistband of his slacks. But he stopped you, gripping your chin and tilting your face up.

"Not yet," he said, his voice roughened with want. "I want to taste you first."

His gaze dropped to your chest, where the stick-on bra held your breasts in place. A knowing grin spread across his face. "No straps," he observed, his thumb brushing the edge of the adhesive cup. "Clever."

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours—a silent question that he never needed to ask out loud. You nodded, a soft "yes" escaping your lips.

He pulled the bra away in one smooth motion, the adhesive releasing with a quiet peel. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked from the cool air and the heat of his stare. He didn't look away. He leaned in, his tongue flicking over one nipple, then drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently. You gasped, your back arching, and your hands flew to his shoulders for balance.

His other hand slid down your stomach, past the waistband of your panties, and between your legs. He groaned against your skin as his fingers found you—soaked, slick, ready.

"Fuck," he muttered, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "I haven't even done anything yet, and you're already dripping. Is that all for me?"

You bit your lip, nodding, your breath coming in shallow pants.

"Good girl." He pressed a finger inside you, slow, then a second, curling them just right. At the same time, his mouth returned to your nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue. The dual sensation sent a shock through your body. Your hands fisted in his hair, your hips grinding against his hand, moaning his name like a prayer.

"Chan—please—"

"Please what, baby?" He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit with expert pressure. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my fingers. Tell me what you need."

You couldn't form words. The pleasure was building too fast, a coil tightening low in your belly. Your thighs trembled, your moans turning into broken cries.

"That's it," he praised, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Let go. Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my hand."

And you did. Without warning, the orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as you cried out his name. He didn't stop moving his fingers, guiding you through every wave, drinking in the sight of you undone.

When the last tremor faded, he pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "Delicious."

Then he gently pushed you fully onto the bed, spreading your legs open, and buried his face between them. His tongue swept through your folds, lapping up your release, his nose pressing against your clit. A strangled moan tore from your throat as he devoured you, his tongue dipping inside you, then dragging back up to suck gently on your clit. He worked you with a rhythm that bordered on cruel, prolonging the aftershocks until you were a panting, writhing mess.

Only when your hips stopped bucking did he lift his head. He reached over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer, and retrieved a foil packet. With a grin, he tore the wrapper open with his teeth, spat it aside, and rolled the condom down his length. Even after all these months, the sight of him—thick, veined, impossibly hard—made your breath catch. He was huge, and no matter how many times you'd had him, it always surprised you. The way he filled you, stretched you, like he was made to fit inside you.

He hauled your legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward until the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. He didn't push in—not yet. He held still, teasing, letting you feel the pressure, the promise.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice soft but dominant.

You nodded, and he thrust forward.

Slow. Deep. Inch by inch he sank into you, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the grip of your walls. You felt the familiar stretch, the slight burn that melted into pure pleasure. He paused when he was fully seated, letting you adjust, his forehead resting against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered. "Every single time."

He began to move—long, languid strokes that hit so deep you could feel him in your throat. One hand held your calf, his lips pressing kisses to your shin, then your ankle, reverent and tender even as he fucked you. His other hand roamed your body, fingers tracing your waist, then sliding up to tease your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

A glance down and you saw it—a faint bulge in your lower belly, where his dick pressed against your insides from the inside. The sight sent a rush of heat through you. You arched your back, a moan spilling from your lips.

"Look at that," he breathed, his thumb pressing lightly on the bulge. "Look how deep I am inside you. You take me so fucking well, baby."

His pace quickened, but still controlled, each thrust deliberate. Your hands clawed at the sheets, your moans growing louder, more desperate.

"Faster," you begged, your voice cracking. "Please, Chan—faster—"

He obeyed. He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips into the air before slamming back into you. The new angle was brutal—deeper, harder, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. His hand gripped your hip, the other pressed flat on the small of your back, forcing you to arch impossibly deeper.

"This what you wanted?" he growled, his voice low and filthy. "You wanted me to fuck you like this? To take you apart until you can't think, can't breathe?"

"Yes—angh..yes—fuck—chrisss"

He leaned over your back, his mouth at your ear, his thrusts pounding into you. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? I want you to come. Come on my dick."

You were already there. The rough pace, his dirty talk, the overwhelming fullness—it sent you spiraling. You screamed his name as your orgasm crashed, your body trembling violently around him.

He didn't stop. He rode you through it, his own breathing ragged, until he pulled out with a shudder. He yanked the condom off, stroked himself twice, and came with a guttural groan, spilling into the latex. Then he collapsed beside you, chest heaving.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. Your body ached in the best way. Chan pushed himself up first, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Stay there. I'll be right back."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the water run. He returned with a warm, damp cloth and gently cleaned between your legs, his touch tender. Then he wiped himself down, disposed of the condom, and slid back into bed.

He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. His hand found the small of your back, rubbing gentle circles where you'd arched hardest.

"Your back's gonna be sore tomorrow," he murmured into your hair.

You hummed, nuzzling into his neck. Your lips found his, a soft, lazy kiss.

He smiled against your mouth. "I love you so much."

You kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you too."

The marks on your neck were dark now, blooming like violets under your skin. He traced one with his fingertip, a soft chuckle vibrating through his chest.

"Sorry about those."

"I'm not," you whispered, your eyes already heavy.

He pulled the blanket over both of you, his hand never stopping its soothing massage on your back. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against your cheek—it pulled you under.

Within minutes, you were both asleep, tangled together in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

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You woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the cracks of the blinds. As you shifted beneath the heavy duvet, a dull, deep ache resonated through your lower back and thighs—a sweet, lingering reminder of exactly how Chan had kept his promise to ruin you. You sat up slowly, clutching the soft blanket tightly against your chest to keep yourself covered.

A soft chuckle sounded from the side of the bed, and you turned your head to see Chan walking into the room. He had already showered, his messy curls damp, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. In his hands, he carried a tray loaded with a fresh breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, and a mug of coffee made exactly the way you liked it.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from sleep. He set the tray down carefully across your lap, then climbed onto the mattress behind you.

As you reached for the coffee, taking a grateful sip, Chan shifted closer. His large, warm hands slid beneath the blanket, finding the bare skin of your lower back. His calloused thumbs began to work in slow, firm circles, expertly massaging the tight, sore muscles of your spine. You let out a soft, involuntary sigh, leaning back into his solid chest.

"Sore?" he whispered, a hint of a smug, satisfied grin in his voice.

"Shut up," you muttered playfully, though you didn't pull away from his touch.

Chan just laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated right against your back. He leaned over your shoulder, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head before gently reaching up to brush a few stray tangled hairs away from your face. He watched you eat with a quiet, peaceful intensity, as if he still couldn't quite believe he had you all to himself for a little while longer.

You turned your head slightly, catching his eye, and leaned in to press a sweet, lingering kiss right against his dimpled cheek.

Chan’s smile broke wide and brilliant, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners with pure, unadulterated affection. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as the quiet morning carried on, the rest of the world completely forgotten.

The End.