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…