dni lists don't work and i am well aware of this but just know that if you are a zionist/pro-israel and/or you think the israel/palestine situation is a "neutral situation" please know that you are extremely unwelcome here and will be made to feel that way. free palestine
summary: One glitchy tablet, one HR email, and suddenly you’re married to your attending, Jack Abbot. HR thinks it was intentional and has already started merging your records. Claim it was a mistake, and your residency could be delayed. With only three months left until you’re an attending, Jack agrees to play along. Pretending to be married might save your career—but can your heart survive the side effects?
1 2 3 4 - ongoing
Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!
I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.
This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.
I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own
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As I planned to create this story years ago it took me months to prepare and research so I could get a good timeline. I wanted to add a lot of things like K-Con, going to school, Variety Shows, interviews, American Hustle Life, V-Lives, sasaeng fans and so on.
Profile Of Jennie
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Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee
Chapter 2- The Debut
Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1
Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2
Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3
Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4
Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5
Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6
Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7
Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8
Chapter 11- We're Proud of You
Chapter 12- They're My Family
Chapter 13- Boy In Luv
Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day
Chapter 15- Going to SOPA
Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS
Chapter 17- Just One Day
Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1
Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2
Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)
Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5
Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6
Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7
Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit
Chapter 26- BTS China Job
Chapter 27- KCON 2014
Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8
Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)
Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)
Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With
Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)
Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)
Chapter 35- BTS Now
Chapter 36- My Ideal Type
Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)
Chapter 38- I'm Lacking
Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved
Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)
Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 42- BTS Now 2
Chapter 43- Our First Win
Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)
Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu
Chapter 46- BTS Festa
Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)
Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!
Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)
Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)
Chapter 51- Dope
Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This
Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her
Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)
Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3
Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2
Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)
Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)
Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)
Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)
Chapter 64- Sweet 18
Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)
Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9
Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9
Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)
▻ Shatter With Me
↳ Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader
⤜ Surrogacy AU
⤜ Best Friend’s Husband | smut, fluff, heavy angst
⤜ Rating: MA
⤜ WC: ~46,420 (ongoing)
⤜ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.
⚠️ Crass language, talk of infertility, drinking, very mild bullying and references to cruel behavior/words, talk of surrogacy, at-home medical procedure, genital touching (non-sexual), planned pregnancy, talk of pregnancy termination/abortion, BIG hurt feelings, open palm slapping, accusations of infidelity, rejected/unwanted drunken kissing that could be viewed as dubious infidelity, lies/deceit about fertility, broken marriage, infidelity, talk of divorce/filing for divorce, legal separation, kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, mild dirty talk, mild begging, sex while pregnant, creampie
Each chapter will have specific warnings listed as they're posted.
Chapter 1: Waving The White Flag
Chapter 2: Please, Let Me
Epilogue: Room 613 (coming soon)
Bonus Chapter Special Character POV (coming soon)
This story will be complete soon.
A/N: Part of the @btsfests Daddy's Home writing fest!
A/N: A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @lo1k-diamonds and @lunarelle1013 for their unfailing beta services!
Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader
Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.
Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.
Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings
Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll
Series Teaser:
Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”
You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”
The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”
It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.
“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t.
“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.
Ariel watched as Samantha left the room, leaving her alone with the icy certainty clawing at her insides. She knew this wasn't the end. Joe seemed to be the master of manipulation, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he would be back, causing more chaos and strife in her perfectly ordered life.
As the door closed behind the other woman, Ariel couldn't help but feel violated. Her heart was shattered, her trust in Joe fractured. She stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city below. It was a vast, unforgiving place, and she felt as small as a speck of dust. But she knew she couldn't let this get the best of her. She had a career to protect, and a heart to mend. As she stood there, looking out at the city, she vowed to herself that she would be stronger, smarter, and more cautious in the future. She would learn to trust her instincts and not let her guard down so easily.
Ariel's heart raced as she stepped out of her condo the next morning and saw Joe leaning against her car. Her stomach lurched and was immediately followed by a wave of anger. She had hoped to avoid him at all costs after the disastrous encounter with Samantha the day before, but here he was, looking as charming and handsome as ever in his black Nike sweatsuit and slicked back bun.
"What do you want?" Ariel asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Joe's words hit Ariel like a punch in the gut. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to care about her well-being after lying to her face.
"I have nothing to say to you," Ariel replied coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Joe straightened up and walked towards her, his smile faltering when he saw the expression on her face, "Come on, Ariel. You know that's not what I meant. What happened yesterday was a decision made above my head. I’m sorry."
“Above your head? That's laughable. Because she made sure to rub it in my face that you two were very much together," Ariel retorted, trying to hold back tears of frustration. She shook her head, her lips still curled in anger. "You know what? You don't get to say you're sorry. You made your choice, Joe. You chose to lie, and you chose to keep me in the dark. This is on you."
Joe's face fell, and for a moment, she saw genuine regret etched into his beautiful features. "I didn't even know she was coming in until after it happened.”
Ariel's anger simmered. "Whatever, Joe," she said, tearing up. "I don't care what you say. You used me!"
His expression was pained as he spoke, "Ariel, you don't know anything. But you have to trust me when I say that things with Samantha are over. I never meant to hurt you, and I certainly never meant to bring her into our lives. I just...”
Ariel's heart ached, but she couldn't bring herself to believe him. "I just, what? Made a mistake? Yeah, you fuckin’ did! You made a huge mistake. You should have been honest with me from the start," she said, her voice shaking.
Joe reached out to take her hand, but Ariel pulled away, her heart heavy with hurt and betrayal. "I know I fucked up, Ariel. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just... I couldn't handle everything on my own, and she was there, and I thought she understood my life and everything that goes on." he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.
Ariel could feel her resolve crumbling at Joe's words. Part of her wanted to believe him, to give him another chance. But another part of her was still reeling from the betrayal and couldn't bring herself to forgive so easily.
"You didn't even give time or a chance to understand," she said, shaking her head and taking a step back. "I need some time to figure things out."
Joe's face fell even further and he nodded slowly. "I understand. Just- please don't shut me out completely."
As she stepped back from Joe's helplessly pleading figure, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She tried to shake off the lingering feeling of betrayal and hurt, but it seemed to cling to her like a shadow. She sighed and reached for the car door, “Can you please move so I can go to work.”
Joe hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching her face one last time. Then, with a heavy heart, he moved away from the car and watched her drive away.
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It had been three months since that day. Three long, lonely months since Ariel drove away from Joe. And not one single NDA had crossed her desk in that time.
She had thrown herself into her work, burying herself in endless contracts and negotiations. But no matter how busy she kept herself, she couldn't escape the nagging feeling of emptiness that lingered in the pit of her stomach.
The silence was deafening as she entered the office. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. She sank into her leather chair, feeling the familiar weight of guilt and disappointment settle upon her shoulders once again. She had tried to focus on her work, but the constant flow of new clients and projects couldn't fill the void left by Joe's absence.
Her relationship with Joe , although short-lived, had been intense and passionate, and despite his betrayal, she still missed him deeply. She wondered if he felt the same way, if he regretted his actions and wanted to make things right?
But every time she thought about reaching out to him, something held her back. The fear of getting hurt again was too great.
So she continued on with her routine, day after day, pushing away any thoughts or feelings related to Joe. Until one day, a familiar name popped up on her phone. Paul Heyman.
"Ms. Jones, how are you?" Paul's distinctive voice greeted her on the other end of the line.
"I'm doing great," she replied, trying to sound casual. "How about you? I haven't heard from you in ages."
Paul chuckled, "Life has been busy, as always. I know it’s been a while but I have an NDA that I need you to take care of today.”
Ariel hesitated, her heart racing. "Sure, I’ll handle it." She swallowed hard as she replied, trying not to let her voice betray her.
Paul cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for the way things ended between you and Joe. I know how much he cared for you and you for him, and I can only imagine how difficult this must be."
Ariel took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions surge through her. She couldn't deny that she still cared for him, but she could never let Paul know her true feelings.
"What's this NDA about?" she asked, her voice still shaky as she tried to change the subject.
“This is a for a friend of Joe's. He's been working on a project that requires strict confidentiality, and he asked me to reach out to you. I know it's been a while, but he really doesn't want to involve any other attorneys at this time. You understand, I’m sure.”
Ariel's heart ached as she took a moment to process the information, "I'll take care of it, Paul," she said, her voice steady, but laced with a hint of sadness. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change- again.
Hours later she glanced at her watch and shuffled through the papers in the file folder, feeling annoyed that Paul hadn't given her the name of the woman she was supposed to meet. As she checked the time once again, her irritation grew with each passing minute. Just as she picked up her cell to text Paul there was a light tap on the conference room door. She looked up to find Joe standing in the door a bag of Chinese takeout in his hand.
"What the hell are you doing here, Joe?" Ariel asked, standing up from her chair, her voice filled with both anger and confusion.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said, his eyes searching her face. “Figured this would be the only way you would see me.”
Ariel's heart raced. She needed to stay calm, but the sight of Joe filled her with a mix of emotions. Hurt, anger, and a small glimmer of hope that he might be here to apologize.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice still steady, but her body trembled slightly.
Joe took a deep breath. "I fucked up, Ariel. I messed up really bad, and I'm sorry. And I don't expect you to forgive me today or even tomorrow. But I want you to know that I've been thinking about you every fucking day. I never stopped caring about you."
Ariel's anger boiled over. "You can't just show up as if nothing happened. I don't know what you want from me. I don't want to be with you, and I don't want anything to do with you!"
Joe sighed, "I know I let you down, but I'm not asking for a second chance. I'm here to give you something."
Ariel raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, "What are you talking about?"
Joe took a deep breath and reached into his right pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, handing it to her.
Ariel eyed the box warily. "What's this?"
Joe's voice trembled as he spoke. "You’re birthday, I- I know it was last week and I’m late, but I wanted to give you this. I think of you every day and I wanna make you happy." He paused to nervously scratch at his beard, "You deserve pretty, sparkly things."
Ariel's heart ached as she hesitated. She knew she couldn't let her guard down, but there was something in Joe's dark eyes that made her hesitate. As she opened the box, her breath caught in her throat. Nestled inside was a pair of emerald earrings, the most beautiful gemstones she had ever seen.
"I wanted to give you something that's a reflection of how much I care about you. When I saw 'em, I knew they were made for you." Joe said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's not much, but I hope it shows you how much I regret my mistakes."
Ariel couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not believing him sooner. Joe had brought her to tears in the worst ways, but now he was trying to make it right. Slowly, she reached up and touched the cool metal of the earrings. "These are beautiful, Joe. Thank you."
Joe's face broke into a wide, toothy smile. "I hope they bring you some happiness, at least."
She felt a wave of emotions crash over her. She wanted to be angry, to tell him to fuck off, to walk away and never look back but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
"I don't know what to say," she whispered.
Joe reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, her heart heavy with the mix of emotions she was feeling. She took a deep breath, trying to compartmentalize her feelings and shut the tiny velvet box, sitting it down on the table, "Why are you doing this, Joe? What do you want from me?"
Joe hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "I just... I wanna fix things, you know? To try and make it right. I can't take it back, but I want you to know that I regret it deeply, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
Ariel felt her heart ache. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of getting hurt again was too great. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to decide if she could risk opening up to him again.
Finally, she spoke, her voice steady but filled with emotion, "Did you eat?" she asked, noticing him still clutching the takeout bag in his hand.
pairing: heir/retired boxer!jeon jungkook x single mother!reader
genre/rating: angst, slow burn, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, ceo!jungkook, divorced!reader, aged up characters (in their mid thirties), surrogacy/pregnancy au; 18+
summary: As you signed the contract, you thought all your problems were solved—and so did he. However, no one can predict what life will throw your way.
Despite your prejudices, this journey will reveal that the bond you share goes deeper than your womb.
wc: 1.7k
warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions a sh*tty parent, character death, borderline inappropriate workplace relationships but nothing has exactly happened, swearing, mentions boxing & knockouts, people either like jungkook or they hate him, let me know if i missed anything
release date: april 26th, 2024; 10:50pm est
note: the prologue is here !! i hope you all are ready for this ride. it's been a two year journey for me and i'm so happy you all get to join me. we have a lot to cover and so many people to meet. i hope you're ready !!
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One year ago.
The doors open to reveal the setting sun on the horizon. Shades of orange and red paint the sky as the faint presence of stars patiently awaits the giant orb's departure.
Jungkook steps out into the crisp evening air without regard for the gusts that violently displace his perfectly styled bangs.
His urgent steps have nothing to do with the conditions. After a long and exhausting day, he tends to enjoy a nippy pre-spring breeze.
When he approaches the exit, his energy is almost completely drained. The first step he takes out of the building is like an instant charge, and the wind hitting his face is like a slap that brings him back to reality.
If that isn't enough to wake up his brain, the sharpness of his security personnel's tone will surely have him alert.
Two men of large stature guide him to his Porsche. He can only imagine the twinkle in his eyes when they land on his baby—resting idly while she waits for him to claim his rightful seat behind the wheel.
Jungkook nearly bypasses his guards as he takes excited strides toward his vehicle. However, a muscular bicep forms a barricade directly in front of the young CEO, reminding him of the dangers of wandering ahead of them in public.
Only authorized staff are allowed on the premises. Still, even a company as large as Sport's 5 cannot dictate who stands on a public sidewalk. Fortunately, most of the people who choose to spend their time out here are harmless. However, he still understands the importance of safety.
Some people are so desperate they'd do anything to get a picture with the Big 5—a panel Jungkook used to sit on before being offered an executive position.
Sport's 5 comprises five individuals who have had exceptional professional sports careers. These are mainly retired sportsmen and women who still love the game.
Jungkook was offered a seat at the table before he could properly hang up his gloves. Everyone wanted to know his story, his input and opinions, and his firsthand account of the KO he delivered right to Joey "The Rhino" Reese.
Although it was the best highlight of his career, he's never publicly spoken on that night out of respect for the legend and his family. It'd be pointless to keep retelling the events when they're online for everyone to see.
Despite keeping his mouth shut about the fall of an icon, he still receives his share of hate from the boxer's diehard fans.
"Coward!"
He hears a man shouting insults from across the street, but most of his words are inaudible due to the distance. It can't be anything good because a family walking by promptly covers their child's ears every time the man opens his mouth.
Like on any other occasion, Jungkook shrugs off the spew of hate and gets into his car, wishing security a safe night. The engine roars as he pushes start. The sound of purring grasps one of the men's attention, and he turns around with a point, a silent compliment that Jungkook accepts with a nod as he speeds away.
With only headlights in his rearview mirror, Jungkook zooms through the city—wondering where his journey will take him. After the day he's had, home seems like a great option, but he isn't in the mood to spend a weeknight surrounded by silence in a large penthouse.
So, he drives downtown, aiming for any bar without a crowd. That shouldn't be too hard. Most people have work tomorrow, and they aren't in the mood for a party, and neither is he.
A distraction is all he needs to ease his restless mind.
He reaches the heart of the city and parks near the curb. Heads turn as he exits his vehicle, wondering who he could be. With his shades on and natural hair color, it's hard for people to recognize his identity these days.
Still, everyone is captivated by the car he steps out of. They could care less about his appearance. The real attention grabbers are the wealth that oozes from his body and his Porsche. Without money, he's just another guy.
Jungkook adjusts his suit as he scopes out the area. He notices the establishment across from him has upbeat music blasting through the speakers. Judging by the people lined up, waiting to get in—it's more of a nightclub than a lounge.
He sighs as he eliminates one place after another, eventually deciding to walk the strip and see what it offers.
He nearly misses it as he strolls aimlessly, but tucked in the corner—dark and rustic—is just what he's been searching for.
Somewhere laid back and secluded; just somewhere you go for a drink and maybe a few rounds of pool.
He can count the number of occupants in there on one hand, so before anyone can figure out who he is, he steps inside and removes his glasses. He scans the room and acknowledges those who randomly lock eyes with him.
Jungkook can't help but admire the way this place is set up. The outside doesn't do it any justice; he can't even remember the name on the sign. He'll have to check on his way out; tell some of his colleagues to visit so it can gain some more customers.
He'll have to look into that another time, though. He wants to spend only a little time here, so he makes his way to the bar.
Two women stand on each side; one is at the register printing someone's bill, and the other is already waiting for him to order.
The greeting he receives is warm and sincere. One you will only find in a few places. He offers a smile, the best he can give, at least.
"Hey. Just a Jack & Coke for me," he replies.
With a slight nod, the bartender begins preparing his drink.
While Jungkook waits, he starts going through his phone, checking texts he missed while he was up to his neck in paperwork.
Most of them are from associates, his trainer, and…
His assistant?
The number isn't saved because he hasn't used it, but he sees the name in a previous message—letting him know he's speaking with the woman he hired four months ago.
6:54 pm (###) ###-####: Hi! I think I dropped my earring in your car when we grabbed lunch today. Can you check?
He doesn't have to.
Jungkook saw when the earring "fell" between the center console and the passenger seat. It happened right after its owner dropped it there.
He can't help but laugh at the whole thing. Had he remembered, he would have said something immediately, but he has to admit that the low-cut blouse was a great choice. He can't count how many red lights he almost ran, sneaking glances.
Usually, he has no problem keeping things professional, but with all the flirting and teasing over the last few weeks, the temptation is becoming a bit unbearable.
Maybe he should take a detour on the way home and return the "lost" item.
7:49 pm Him: I'll look in a few
After he sends the message, his drink is placed before him, and he abandons his phone without hesitation.
"Tab or no?"
"No, love. That's it for me.."
He places a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and pushes it toward the woman behind the counter.
"Keep what's left," he insists.
She takes the cash and walks to the register, leaving him alone to sip his liquor and bob his head to some classic rock.
As soon as the glass touches his lip, he takes a large sip, and regret washes over his entire body.
"What the—"
"Don't drink that," the other bartender whispers sharply.
She rushes over and takes the glass from his hand, instantly replacing it with a new one.
"She's trying, but…"
Jungkook understands entirely. She's still learning. Everyone's been there, even him.
"Don't worry about it," he insists. "Let me grab my wallet—"
She declines.
"It's on me, sweetheart."
Before he can argue, she walks away and disappears with the horrible drink her coworker made.
Despite the little hiccup, Jungkook is glad he found this little gem. It seems like a nice place for a good time, but also somewhere to unwind. There's a bar, a dance floor, a billiards table—and whoever is in charge of the music has great taste.
He'll definitely be back, maybe even tomorrow.
The next sip he takes does exactly what it's supposed to do. "Goddamn it."
The liquor makes his mouth and throat tingle as it travels into his body. He can feel his body relaxing already. Now, all he needs is a shower and—
His phone buzzes in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Once again, the number is unknown.
Jungkook intends to ignore it, but his thumb accidentally presses accept. He stares at the screen in disbelief as he hears the faint sound of someone's voice on the other end of the call.
Slowly, he brings it to his ear and acknowledges the caller.
"Hello?"
"Hi, son."
Great, this is just what he needs right now. A call from his father, someone who basically disowned him for chasing the same dream that led to his wealth and success.
"Yeah, I'm kind of busy. Can I call you back?"
He lies so he can end the call. There isn't a drink here that can give him enough strength to put up with this man. He can't deal with this tonight, and he won't.
"Hold on!" he shouts through the phone, making Jungkook release a defeated sigh.
He's entirely prepared to hang up in his father's face if he has to, but he'll entertain him for a few more seconds.
"Look, I don't know who pumped your balls up so large that you have the audacity to call me, but—"
"It's your grandfather, Jungkook."
There's a pause.
There is a long, dreadful pause. It's as if Jungkook already knows what he's about to say, and unfortunately, his instinct is right.
"He's dead."
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summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.
a/n: After this there will be one more chapter then we will enter part 3! I'm halfway through part 3 so :)
You found yourself sitting in Seungcheol’s burgundy Ferrari 812 Competizion, being driven up a winding path towards his family estate.
The view was breathtaking with rows upon rows of grape vines, surrounded by a lush green forest, all managed by his family’s gardeners according to Seungcheol. Maybe you would be better able to appreciate its beauty if you weren’t so bloody nervous.
After a lengthy discussion with Seungcheol, you had agreed to meet with his parents. Reason being the sooner you met them, the sooner your would be able to return to your normal life with Seungcheol. You spent the past few days studying up on his parents. It was ridiculous what people put on the internet these days. A quick google search and you were able to find out where his father regularly played golf and where his mother went to get her nails done. You had gone a step further and memorised every twist and turn of his family company’s meteoric rise.
In fact if asked to write a report on his parents and their company, you would probably be able to do it. No, you would probably ace it.
At your feet was a box of oranges. You weren’t sure what to bring to meet someone else’s parents so you called Seungkwan for help. The bubbly boy directed you to his family’s favourite orange supplier who guaranteed that the box you had was the best of the best. Gosh you hope his parents weren’t allergic to oranges, you were pretty sure that they weren’t. Pretty sure.
You could feel your heart beating rapidly as you neared the massive estate. Your boyfriend, oblivious to the way you were feeling, was humming happily to a song playing over the car speakers. Seungcheol put his car into park right next to the main doors. Clambering out of the car, you wiped your sweaty hands on the back of your slacks and willed yourself to breath. You had to somehow calm down as you were going to face the final boss(es) in a few seconds. You held the box of oranges close to you, it was you and these oranges against the world.
Your very lovely but very ignorant boyfriend dropped his keys into one of the attendants hands before rounding over to you with a big grin. He wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you to up the steps for the front door.
As the help lead the two of you indoors, you were marvelled at the beauty of the manor. From the pristine marble floors to the intricately designed columns decorating the massive rotunda. There were large frames hanging from the walls filled with expensive pieces of art accompanied by vases which were filled with different sorts of exotic plants. You peered up at the ceiling in awe as you noticed that it looked so familiar.
“One year my mom became obsessed with Michelangelo and all his artworks,” Seungcheol explained, “She tried to get my father to rebuild the Sistine Chapel for her, brick by brick.”
You looked at him with your mouth agape. It amazed you that people always found some new and absurd way to part with their money.
“Of course my dad didn’t do it, he thought she was crazy.” Seungcheol shrugged.
“My mom threw a fit and he appeased her by putting up all this crap.” He waved his hand above his head, not even bothering to look up.
“There’s my Cheollie!” A shrill voice came from the top of the staircase.
A woman dressed in the most elegant dress came rushing down the stairs.
“Hi mom.” Seungcheol said, already tired of his mother’s antiques. He had no idea why she was acting like she hadn’t seen him in years.
Mrs Choi pulled her son from your side and gave him a hug. Seungcheol didn’t hug her back, giving her an awkward pat on the back.
It felt like forever before Seungcheol was released from his mother’s death grip, Mrs Choi then turned to you.
“Hello, you must be y/n.” She said her smile dropping along with her tone as she gave you a once over.
“Hello Mrs Choi, thank you for inviting me to your house.” You said, giving her a polite smile.
“Of course.” She said with a clipped tone. She gave you a curious look when you realised you were still holding the box of oranges.
“These are for you Mrs Choi.” You say handing over the oversized box. “I hope you like oranges!”
“You really didn’t have to.” She said, giving you a blank stare as she received the box before immediately handing it to a nearby servant.
Turning back to her son, the smile returned to her face. “Come on, your father is already waiting in the dining room.”
You and Seungcheol were lead down a hallway and you couldn’t stop yourself from openly gawking at the art hanging on the walls, recognising a few original works from Picasso and Klimt.
“Wow Mrs Choi, you have very good taste. Your collection is breath-taking!” You said, trying to earn some brownie points.
“Oh, are you an art collector as well?” Mrs Choi inquired curiously.
“Not really, just an avid admirer.” You replied with a gracious smile.
Mrs Choi gave a hum of understanding.
Just as you were about to strike up another conversation about art, the three of you reached the dining room.
The dining table was long enough to seat at least 20 people. Stained glass windows lined every inch of the back wall showing the massive garden behind the estate. Mr Choi sat at the head of the table, right in front of the stained glass. You felt like a hero in an action novel about to face the villain.
“Father.” Seungcheol said, giving his father a curt nod.
Mr Choi, who was busy looking at his phone, didn’t bother to acknowledge the greeting.
Seungcheol gave you an amused look as he guided you to your assigned seats.
“Oh are other people joining us?” You said, gesturing to the empty chairs.
“No, my parents just like the extra chairs, makes it feel like the Last Supper.” He said dryly. At this point he couldn’t wait to finish dinner and go home.
Sitting on your chair, you weren’t even given a chance to breath before a plate of food appeared in front of you. You honestly had no idea what you had just been served, it looked like beef with dried fish skin lining the sides.
“So, you must be y/n.” Mr Choi said, cutting into his meal.
“Yes, thank you so much for inviting me to dinner, sir.” You said, you sat at full attention, not wanting to miss any questions that would be thrown your way.
“What do your parents do?” Mrs Choi asked.
“Mom.” Seungcheol warned as he was biting into his piece of meat.
“I just want to know what her parents do Cheol, no harm here.” His mother quipped, before turning to give you a smile.
A little creeped out by her smile, you answered “My mom is a tailor and my father is in construction.”
“I see, what sort of construction?” Mr Choi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, my dad does all sorts of construction here and there, he doesn’t really have a set job.” You replied, keeping a smile on your face.
“Do you work?” Mrs Choi asked, not really giving a damn about construction.
“I do, I work as a barista at a cafe near the university.” You explained.
“It’s good to work these days, maybe my son could learn a thing or two from you.” Mr Choi mused, eyeing Seungcheol who was busy downing his tea.
You gave a nervous laugh, not knowing where this conversation was going.
“I try to work so my parents don’t have to send me money.” You offered. “I like to support myself.”
This time Mrs Choi gave you a genuine smile. “I remember thinking like you back in my younger days. Don’t you, honey?”
Mr Choi smiled at the memory, “We used to sell home-cooked food just to make ends meet, on top of that we were sending money home to our parents by the time we were your age.”
“It was tough times but it made us understand the value of hard work.” Mrs Choi continued.
“Your parents must be very proud of you.” Mr Choi said with a note of admiration.
“I hope so,” You joked, content that his parents seemed to have warmed up to you.
Seungcheol gave you a reassuring smile as you tried your best to eat whatever it was that was sitting in front of you.
The rest of dinner was filled with conversation about Mr and Mrs Choi’s hardships, they loved to talk about how they built their company from nothing to what it was today. As you ate the various plates of food filled with mystery meat, Seungcheol’s parents continued to feed you stories of their painstaking efforts in assembling a business while raising a son.
This led to you and Seungcheol being invited for dessert, much to your boyfriend’s dismay. The four of you moved to the drawing room where you were currently being served the largest slice of tiramisu you had ever seen in your life.
“Eat as much as you want y/n, don’t feel embarrassed.” His mother resounded, grabbing onto the maid who was serving the tiramisu. “Have some more!”
“Oh no Mrs Choi, I’m really very full!” After 10 courses of food, you really couldn’t take another slice of tiramisu.
“Well, alright, if you insist.” Mrs Choi said, sounding dejected.
While Seungcheol was annoyed that he was forced to stay longer than he planned, he was happy that you appeared to be enjoying yourself and his parents seemed to like you.
“So, y/n, what are your plans for the future?” Mr Choi questioned, as he settled into the leather armchair.
“Erm, well, I guess the next step would be to graduate.” You responded, unsure what he meant.
“Do you plan on working in the area?” Mrs Choi asked, leaning into your personal space.
“Oh, I guess that really depends on my parents. If they want me home then I will go back.” You explained.
“What a dedicated daughter.” Mrs Choi marvelled, directed at Seungcheol more than you.
“Well y/n, it has been such a pleasure meeting you.” Mr Choi said, smiling. “I’m sure you’ll understand when I say that you aren't suitable for our son.”
What?
“Dad!” Seungcheol snapped as he sat up from his chair.
“I’m sorry,” You said, confused, “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“Look, you are really the most polite girl I’ve ever met, your parents raised you so well!” Mrs Choi chimed in. “But you just aren’t right for our son. Seungcheol was brought up with a certain lifestyle, he needs someone who is similar to him to help in the future.”
You mouth fell open in shock, no one has ever said that to you before.
“Mom!” Seungcheol turned to give his mother a glare.
“You weren’t raised for our lifestyle.” Mr Choi said with a businesslike tone.
“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire life!” Seungcheol threw his hands up in the air. “I’m not going to sit here- “
Mr Choi ignored his son’s comments and pointed a finger a him. “You are going to take over the business and when you do you need the right girl to be by your side!”
“Ok, that’s it. We’re leaving.” Seungcheol announced before pulling you to your feet and heading for the door.
“Cheol, stop acting like a child, you know we’re right!” Mrs Choi yelled from her seat, not bothering to stop her son.
“You marry her and everything we’ve built will go right down the drain!” Mr Choi thundered.
Those were the last words you heard before the door slammed shut.
Summary: Jungkook never wanted a playmate of his own before. While living a busy life, touring the world, being one of the top kpop idols alongside his Bangtan hyungs, he had everything he could possibly need. But now that responsibilities call and his brothers are starting to focus on their solo careers before eventually enlisting one by one, Jungkook feels lonely. Maybe hiring a companion to take care of his needs and fill in the empty space in his life isn’t such a bad idea anymore…
Chapter warnings: Kinda angst, mentions of an abusive client/playmate relationship.
WC: 6.3K
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“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow–” you sighed, bent over with your hands on your thighs as you tried to catch your breath.
Jungkook’s warm palm was rubbing up and down your back as he said: “Damn, I wish you were saying that because of me.”
“Jungkook!” you hissed, hitting him on the thigh because that’s where you could reach from your hunched position. “Don’t talk like that in front of your coach!”
“He can’t hear me–”
“You don’t know that! He has quick reflexes!” you sighed, wiping the sweat from your face on the towel Jungkook offered you.
“What does that have to do with anything, doll?” he laughed at your expenses, but at least he looked cute.
You followed Jungkook to his boxing/workout class tonight, which was okay for the most part, as watching him box was quickly becoming one of your favorite things. But you should have known that the boy was up to no good as he told you to wear gym clothes.
Innocently, you thought maybe he wanted you to blend in with the other late night gym goers. Unfortunately for you and your now aching muscles, coach Tommy roped you into a workout that left you breathless and sweating.
“I don’t know, I’m dying here, give me a break.” you hissed with a little bite to your tone that made him laugh.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” the coach was laughing too as he returned with two paper cups with water for you and Jungkook. “I went easy on you.”
“That was going easy?!” you wheezed, bowing as a thank you as you accepted the water.
“Yeah! I’m letting you sit this last round out.” Tommy gave you a little thumbs up as Jungkook complained.
Before the coach could change his mind, you hopped to the edge of the gym mat, chugging the water down before plopping down on the floor. You might complain a lot, but you didn’t regret coming here tonight, not now that you could rest and just watch the man you were growing closer to every day.
Jungkook put his black and yellow gloves on with the help of the coach, jumping like a bunny to warm up. As if he hadn’t spent the last thirty minutes working out.
The man was wearing a tank top, tattoos fully out, the fabric was clinging to the planes of his chest with sweat and his hair was slightly curly because of it too.
You had helped him tie it in the cutest ponytail about fifteen minutes ago, with the wire-like hair band he kept around his wrist at all times.
While he punched the coach's boxing pads, Jungkook would grunt and laugh when he missed, making you smile as you cheered from the sidelines for him to hit harder and move faster. His muscles were bulging with each flex, the loud noises of the glove meeting pad leaving you more than a little impressed.
You tried that earlier tonight, but your reflexes were snail-fast and the sounds of your hits reminded you of a pillow fight.
Seven arduous minutes later, Jungkook was the one dropping onto the floor when his body was finally tired enough. His chest was moving up and down with his hard breaths and you felt like the worst playmate in the world. You should tend to him, bring him water, dry the sweat from his skin. But your legs weren’t recovered just yet, so Jungkook had to take off his own gloves and the protective wrapping from around his hands.
“Thanks, hyung. Today was great–” the man put his hands together and bowed his head in gratitude to the coach, who bowed to him.
“Good. See you next week?” Tommy offered a hand to help Jungkook up to his feet, patting him on the arm as a good job!. “Get home safe. You too, Yn! See you guys!”
“Byeee.” you sang, still sitting on your spot.
Jungkook got up and dragged his feet to the rack with clean towels, using one to dry his face, neck and some of his arms. Looking around as if he was searching for something, his eyes landed on you. His fond smile was more than enough to make guilt colored butterflies lift flight in your tummy.
“Let’s go home?” Jungkook asked as he made his way to you, standing in front of you with a cocked head and hands on his slim waist.
“Will you carry me there?” you accepted his hands for him to haul you to your feet.
“Sure.”
You should have seen it coming, really, the way be bent over to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder as if it was nothing. You squealed and grabbed onto the shirt on his back as you were upside down, kicking your legs as you yelped.
“Jungkook!” you cried between nervous laughs.
“You asked for this!” the man was laughing too, strong hands holding the back of your thighs.
“I changed my mind! I can walk!”
Jungkook gave your ass a little smack before bending his knees to place you back down, a mischievous smile on his pink lips. With all the effort he made, his ponytail was looking a little wonky, so he pulled the tie out and offered it to you.
“Can you tie my hair again?”
“You’re not wearing your gloves anymore, can’t you do it yourself?” you teased, but you were already reaching for the tie.
“Yes, but you’re much better at it.”
You put the tie around your wrist as the man turned around, parting his legs comically wide so he could be a little shorter and you could actually reach all of his hair without much effort. You gathered Jungkook’s sweaty strands back, dragging your nails through his scalp –which was the part he really liked about this– and tying it at the nape of his neck.
“All good.”
“Thanks, doll.” Jungkook jumped up when you were done, getting back to his regular height.
“How do you still have so much energy?” you were impressed, but he shrugged, picking up his black windbreaker and your hoodie from a chair.
“It’s the post workout adrenaline.” he explained, helping you put on your outwear before zipping up his jacket. “Trust me, when we get home I’ll pass out. You might have to wash me.”
“That’s not in my job description.” you grinned, not expecting the lowering of his eyes as he said:
“And sucking me off before bed is?”
You wheezed, face flushing more than it had during the work out, which highly amused Jungkook.
After Hoseok’s birthday almost two weeks ago, Jungkook seemed to finally understand that it was okay for the two of you to be intimate with each other. You didn’t have sex yet –not fully–, and it was mostly about you taking care of him. And Jungkook really seemed to like getting blowjobs from you, which led to pleading doe eyes and pretty pouts and resulted in him on his back and you between his legs.
“Okay, I’ll wash you, but stop talking about it so loud!” you hushed, mortified someone might hear you.
“Embarrassed of me?”
You really weren’t. “No,” you pouted. With a quiet voice you explained: “This gym is full of men, Kook. I don’t want them thinking about me like that.”
A flash of something serious sparkled behind Jungkook’s eyes, his posture turned a bit straighter as he said: “I don’t want anyone thinking about you like that. I’m sorry, doll, I was only joking.”
“No, I know! It’s okay.” you assured him with a smile that he mirrored. “Now come on, it’s pretty late and I’m hungry again.”
“You’re always hungry.” Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully, receiving a pinch on the arm.
The two of you put your shoes back on and while Jungkook got his two helmets from the floor, you picked up his backpack and put it on your back. His arm circled your shoulders as he held the two helmets with the other hand.
As you walked through the gym, which was surprisingly full for this hour of the night, you half bowed and said your goodbyes to everybody, promising you’d come back soon.
It was when you stepped outside that your heart dropped to your feet and Jungkook tensed, the arm around you tightening instinctively.
There were at least fifteen people there, mostly young girls –not children, but you doubted most of them were of legal age–. They were definitely there waiting for Jungkook, who was obviously taken aback by it, looking to the gym as if wondering if you should go back in or not.
He didn’t have any security guards with him, this wasn’t an official schedule, these people shouldn’t be here in the first place. It was late, and this was a private gym. Some had their phones pointed to the two of you, others were waving, one or two were screaming hello!s and asking for autographs.
“Just walk, Kook.” you told him quietly with your arm around his middle; thankful that your playmate training helped you keep calm in situations like this.
“Jungkookie! You look so good tonight!” a voice yelled as he started walking again.
“When is your album coming out?”
“When are you doing another live?”
“We want to see Bam again!”
You could tell how uncomfortable the man was as you had to cut through the crowd to get to his bike, not speaking a single word. You could tell he was conflicted, too, as his fans were everything to Jungkook and his members. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that this was an invasion of his privacy.
To your horror, the group followed you to Jungkook’s bike. You let go of him as he put his helmet on, back turned and ignoring the girls that now started talking over each other in an attempt to get his attention.
“I’m sorry, guys, this isn’t an official schedule, Jungkook was working out and he’s tired.” you told them in what you hoped was a diplomatic manner. “It’s pretty late and you should all go home, yeah?”
“Weren’t you Doyoung’s playmate?” someone asked from the crowd, but it was too dark to see who. “Glad to see you’re still a bitch.”
You had no reply to that, caught by surprise by the mention of your past client and the crude words sent your way. Jungkook’s motorcycle roared to life behind you, making the closest girls jump from the noise.
“Come on, doll.” Jungkook called, the first words he spoke after leaving the gym.
You ignored the dirty looks you were getting in order to fasten your helmet straps under your chin and climb on Jungkook’s bike. Your arms wrapped around his middle and he drove away.
The two of you were obviously pretty tense and stuck in your own heads as he drove back to Itaewon; there were no giggles as he went too fast, no comments about you holding tight when he stopped at a red light.
Just silence.
It extended all the way home, too, when you and Jungkook walked into the house and left your shoes and coats by the door. He took his backpack from you with a soft, yet clearly sad, smile. Bam rushed to greet the two of you, but neither of you made a really big fuss, which confused the pup.
When the three of you walked to the second floor, you half expected Jungkook to invite you in, joke about needing help washing up, and you’d say yes, too. You’d always say yes to him.
But you both went to your respective bedrooms instead, showering alone, getting ready for bed alone.
You always left your bedroom door cracked open a little just in case Jungkook called for you or if Bam ever wanted to come in in the middle of the night, so you noticed when Jungkook left his own room and went downstairs. You were sitting on your bed, mind full of thoughts of the past and questions about the future, just waiting for the karaoke session to start, but it never came.
When you heard Jungkook’s heavy steps running up the stairs, you were sure you wouldn’t see anymore of him tonight.
“Can I come in?” the sweet boy was knocking on your door, watching you nod through the crack. “It’s not much, but I made you a snack.”
“Kook…” you pouted, heart a little tight on your chest. “You didn’t have to.”
“You were hungry.”
He shrugged as if it was nothing, handing you the plate with two halves of an egg and cheese sandwich. Jungkook stayed at the side of your bed, nibbling on his bottom lip, and you were thankful that it meant he was waiting for an invitation to stay. You patted the mattress, the space in front of you, and watched him climb on it to join you.
Jungkook looked spent, the exhaustion finally catching up to him, hair wet from his shower, the soft scent of his soap and the fabric softener of his clean clothes enveloping you like a hug. You took the first bite of the food and brought the bitten sandwich to his lips.
He took a bite, too, which made you happy for some reason.
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook spoke after swallowing.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” you frowned, resting the last bite of the first half of the sandwich back on the plate in your lap.
“I forget I’m famous sometimes.” he shrugged, not looking at your eyes, focusing on the flower patterns of your bedding instead. “Last time we were at the gym, I went live. Guess that led people to find out when I come in and where it is.”
Of course you had thought about it already, about how just last week Jungkook allowed his fans to watch a portion of his workout routine with his coach. Just because he liked to share little bits of his life with his fans, just because he missed them. But a small portion of those fans felt like it was okay to take that information and invite themselves to the gym tonight.
“Yeah, from an idol point of view that wasn’t the smartest decision.” you agreed, taking the piece of sandwich again and holding it up to his mouth. “But you shouldn't have to worry about that, your fans shouldn't feel entitled to just show up like that.”
“I think I upset them tonight.” it broke your heart how, even though they were in the wrong, even though they upset Jungkook, he was still feeling bad for not giving his fans the attention that they didn’t deserve.
“I know you think so, Kook, but showing up like that was wrong. You’re allowed to have a life, you’re allowed to be human.” you assured him, reaching for his tattooed hand to hold between yours. “Thank god they didn’t try anything, but if you were alone? If they tried to get closer? That could have gone really wrong really fast.”
“Mmhm, I’m really disappointed actually.” Jungkook looked at your eyes for what felt like the first time since he sat down, a permanent pout on his lips and lines between his brows. “I’ve had sasaengs before, so this brings me back.”
“I’m sorry.” you brought his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles, just because.
“It’s not your fault either.”
“I know, but I am sorry for you.” you offered him a soft smile, thumb tracing the tattoos on the back of his hand. “You should be allowed to live your life.”
“I also feel like I should thank you. For making me move? I completely froze.” he chuckled, but it didn’t have any mirth behind it, if anything he seemed disappointed in himself for his delayed reaction.
“We’re trained to handle stressful situations like that.” you explained, it wasn’t a big deal, you’ve been through much worse in your career. “I don’t think I managed it all that well, but.”
You trailed off and Jungkook didn’t push you. You could tell from his eyes how he wanted to argue that you were wrong, that you did well with what you had at the moment. But you were both too tired to dwell on any of the most recent developments, letting that subject die for now.
You hoped Jungkook might tell his fans to stop doing things like that, to make them see that it wasn’t okay to stalk him or show up somewhere just because he’d be there. Or at the very least ask his company to put out an official warning.
It came back to your protectiveness of Jungkook, you knew that. You saw the way he froze, you felt his fear and his discomfort. And he might not see how potentially dangerous the situation was for him, if those ‘fans’ had any ill intentions, if some of them weren’t fans at all. You were glad you were able to help, however little you did.
You finished the other half of the sandwich in silence, but Jungkook didn’t make any moves to leave. You knew he had more to say, so you waited.
“Who is Doyoung?” when the question finally came, you wished it hadn’t.
“I was kinda hoping you hadn’t heard that.” you let out a sigh under your breath, but before Jungkook could feel bad or take it back, you told him: “That would be Kim Doyoung. He’s an old client of mine.”
“Did you stop working for him to come work for me?” the doe eyes that held so much emotion were a little smaller tonight, just from how tired he was.
“No, I stopped working for him before you. A year ago, maybe?” you didn’t have the exact date in mind, it felt like a lot longer and a lot less at the same time. “Things didn’t quite end well there.”
“What happened?” naturally, Jungkook wanted to know.
It wasn’t a secret, really. What happened between you and Doyoung was all over the internet, for anyone to see. At least one version of the story, that is, but people didn’t really care about your side, about your truth. But you guessed that if anyone would listen to you and believe in you, it would be Jungkook.
“Things were fine at first? I considered him a friend at some point, I really did.” you started, taking the empty plate and leaving it on top of your night stand. “But then things changed between us? Some things happened in my personal life that made me change the way I saw the job, made me offer more than what I was ready to give.”
“Oh?” Jungkook tried to pretend he was following, so you had to give him credit, but you weren’t all that direct.
“Doyoung was the very first client I was ever physical with. Before him, I had only ever slept with guys I was in a relationship with.” you avoided his eyes this time, scared you might find judgment there.
“Why did you?” his tone was soft and understanding.
“People close to me started doing it. My friends… My agency encouraged it.” you trailed off with a tiny shrug. “When sex is expected of a playmate, they pay more. Clients have less options between the workers available, so our fees become higher.”
“Makes sense.” he nodded for you to know he was paying attention.
“It was never all about the money for me, I guess I like the connection, the intimacy of it.” your eyes lifted to look at Jungkook, eyebrows closer together as he was clearly concerned. “I like being close to you, Kook. I like it when you kiss me, I like that you allow me to touch you like that…”
“I would never want you to be uncomfortable with me…”
“I didn’t feel like this with Doyoung. It wasn’t his fault either, I know that. I just wasn’t ready, but I forced myself to do it anyway.” you couldn’ help but get a little worked up, a little angry at yourself. “I guess that, since it wasn’t something that was talked between us from the start, there wasn’t a contract with our dos and don’ts, we didn’t know each other’s expectations and things got away from the both of us really fast.”
Just like you worried about what Jungkook was getting himself into with his livestreams, you should have worried about yourself back then, too. You should have thought things through, you should have sat down with Doyoung and told him things you weren’t comfortable with. You should not have told him that it was okay if he wanted to touch you, if he wanted to have your body.
“The thing with having a playmate who you have sex with… It’s easy to feel entitled. It’s easy to feel like you own us.” you continued, sensing Jungkook’s discomfort. You wondered if he ever thought or felt that way towards you, too. “You’re paying for a service, right? You’re paying for our time with you, a lot of money too, so we should just do whatever you want, whatever you’re in the mood for, right?”
“No, I don’t think so. You’re still a person, you still have feelings.” he told you honestly, which brought a small smile to your lips.
“I know you think like that, which is why I trust you so much.” you turned your hand palm up, offering it to him. Jungkook took it in an instant, surprising you as he brought it to his lips to kiss your wrist. “Doyoung started to see me as his sex toy. Someone available to him all hours of the day. He was into some things I had never experienced before and I guess that I felt like I had to say yes to it, like I had to give it a try, at least once.”
“Baby…” you heard the hurt in his voice, felt the tightening of his grasp around your hand.
“He never forced himself on me, if I told him no, he understood that.” you made a point of letting Jungkook know that much. “But I didn’t always say no. I didn’t always listen to my heart and that’s my own fault.”
“None of that is your fault.”
“I did learn to say no. Eventually.” way later than you should have, but you did. “Doesn’t mean he took it lightly. He still didn’t touch me without consent, but he’d use it against me in other ways. He’d be mean for no reason, joke about letting his members share me, things like that.”
Jungkook was firm, voice harder than you ever heard from him, when he added: “He sounds like a piece of shit.”
“I asked to be transferred to another client when things started to get really bad, thought it would all be over then.”
“And it wasn’t?”
“For a while it was. I started working with Kai, who was just the sweetest guy.” you smiled fondly at the thought of the man you were still friends with to this day. “Then the news started pouring out… Doyoung developed a drinking problem, couldn’t manage his anger and would lash out on staff, walk out of events… Dispatch ate it up and blamed me. The playmate that replaced him with someone else, the woman that broke his heart and walked away.”
“That doesn’t sound fair at all…” Jungkook’s fingers were caressing your hand, pressing your knuckles and your pulse point.
“I know. But he was the one with the multi million dollar label and I was just me.” you sighed, as it was never a battle you were meant to win. “He offered to clear my name if I said yes to working for him again, but I knew that if I did, I’d be working with him for the rest of my career and who knows what he’d put me through.”
“Yeah, no, that’s fucked up, he’d have so much power over you.” the man shook his head, tangling his fingers through yours.
“I was almost forced to change agencies, but Yuna helped me a lot.” you looked at your joined hands, how different they were in sizes. His heart was also much bigger than yours. “She recommended me to old clients of hers, who believed her and not the media. That’s how I was able to keep working before the whole story died down.”
“I swear I had no idea, I never heard any of that before–”
“I know. And you probably wouldn’t have, but I guess some people still remember that.” your smile was weak, your chuckle uneasy. “Like that girl tonight, the one that called me a bitch.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry… I should have said something, that wasn’t nice.” there it was, the pouting again. You reached to smooth it out with your free hand.
“You got me out of there, which was more than enough.” you told him quietly. “I think this is just a ghost that won’t really leave me alone, while this is still my work. We all have skeletons in our closets, right?”
Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.
Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7 > Part 8 > Part 9 > Part 10 > Part 11 > Part 12
General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, drugs, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property (Minors DNI, 18+ content)
Specific Warnings: discussions around SA triggers (mainly boundary setting, not angsty), one brief mention of a gunshot, gunshot wound, fear of punishments, hints to street crime violence, vague hints to smut
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Hoseok watches as Taehyung gets lost in the painting, fascinated by how he repeatedly goes back and fixes each detail. It’s endearing, watching him bite his bottom lip in concentration.
“What’s that stuff you’re adding to the paint?”
“Poppyseed oil. It makes the paint dry slower.”
“You want it to dry slower?”
The younger one nods, “This way I can retouch whatever needs to be fixed without worrying about it drying.”
He hands his hyung the brush in his hand, which Hoseok swirls into the paint thinner before handing back clean.
“I didn’t know you could add stuff to the paint like that.”
“They’re called mediums. There's fast-drying ones too, which I’ll be using for the clothes and hair since I want to work in lots of separate layers for those.”
“This is already all too complicated for me.” Hoseok laughs, preferring to mindlessly watch the paint go down than think about drying times and layers.
Taehyung laughs, leaning in to give his hyung a peck on the cheek.
Jimin walks in at the exact time, smiling fondly at the scene. He brings in a platter of freshly cut fruit, most of which are Taehyung’s favorites.
“Fruit delivery!”
Hoseok brings the boy close, holding him by the waist as he opens his mouth for a piece. Taehyung follows, stopping his brushwork to be fed.
“How much longer until the painting’s done?” Jimin asks while popping a cut strawberry into the younger wolf’s mouth.
Taehyung holds up three fingers, mouth too distracted by the sweet fruit to speak.
“Three days?”
He nods.
“So three more days until you stop cooping up in here and pay more attention to me,” Jimin pouts.
“Are you actually getting jealous of Y/N’s late grandmother?” Taehyung teases, causing Hoseok to almost choke on a grape laughing.
It’s the sound again. The sound of Hoseok laughing. He seems completely oblivious as to how much it affects his packmates—how much love it fills in their hearts.
___
Jin reaches for Namjoon’s hand, attempting to soothe the worried wolf as they both wait for Jungkook to come out from his bath.
This isn’t going to be easy.
Joon says with furrowed brows alone.
He’s going to hate this.
Jin agrees with a light squeeze to his packmate’s fingers.
It wouldn’t be hard to convince an outsider that Jin and Namjoon can, in fact, read each other’s minds. Wouldn’t take much convincing at all, with how well the two communicate with just looks. But there’s no mind-reading abilities at play, just years of understanding each other.
They were the first two members of the pack, after all.
Namjoon still remembers the goosebumps on his arms when he first met Jin—it was the first time he’d ever felt the pull of a pack bond. A rush of adrenaline, serotonin, and dopamine all creating a buzzing cocktail in his body when the older wolf smiled his way.
Jin wasn’t innocent either, he knew he was riling the usually-poised Alpha up the second he looked at him. It was a fun game, teasing and taunting the big bad wolf until he was taught a lesson behind some shabby hybrid bar neither of them remember the name of anymore.
Namjoon's mind wanders back to that night, amused at the idea of telling his younger self that he’d be starting his forever family with that gorgeous man he met in a rundown dive bar—that four more wonderful hybrids would walk into their life and make them complete.
He doesn’t think he’d tell his younger version about the lab. He wouldn’t want to know.
The bathroom door opens, and both pairs of wolf eyes focus in on the youngest.
“Hey Koo” Jin says in his sweetest tone.
Jungkook flashes a toothy grin to his packmates, shuffling over to give both a chaste kiss on the lips.
“We were actually waiting for you pup, wanted to talk to you about something.”
Namjoon’s solemn tone isn’t lost on the wolf, putting him on edge as he takes his place opposite them on the bed.
“Is something wrong?” His eyes nervously dart between the two older ones.
Jin decides to take the lead, going in with as much tact as possible.
“First of all, we just want to say how happy we are that the hormones effects are wearing off on you. It’s great seeing you be yourself again...”
Namjoon jumps in, feeling Jin’s nervousness take over, “…but we do have to be mindful of our situation pup. Pushing away y/n isn’t going to do us any favors here.”
“Or Yoongi.” Jin adds.
Jungkook almost rolls his eyes, but he manages to hold back.
“I’ll behave.” He grits out halfheartedly.
“I’m going to need you to be more convincing than that Koo.”
The wolf glares at his Alpha, a sign of defiance Namjoon is not in the mood to entertain.
“Stop being bratty before I spank it out of you pup.”
Jungkook’s gaze changes in an instant. The challenging glint in his eyes is replaced with something far more devastating—hurt. Jin’s hands reach for Namjoon’s shoulder, pulling him back before the situation escalates even more.
“Why stop at a spanking? Might as well put the Obedience collar back on so you can have the docile and well behaved pup you want so badly.”
He doesn’t wait to be dismissed, almost running out of the room before the other two can see his glossy eyes.
Jin lets out a dejected sigh, “You shouldn’t have brought up punishment baby.”
Namjoon knew it was a mistake the second the words left his mouth, but it was already too late then.
“I-I know…it was just instinct.” Guilt overtakes his features, regretting not thinking twice before speaking.
The moment Jungkook looked at him with that defiant stare, he couldn’t help but respond in the way he had a thousand times before the lab. Back when punishments were just a tool for an Alpha to reign in a bratty wolf—not synonymous with physical and psychological torture.
He knows he can’t discipline his pack the way other Alphas do anymore, not when they’ve had enough punishments to last three lifetimes.
Jin tugs on the younger wolf’s sleeve, pulling him back to Earth, “Go apologize and make it up to him.”
“What if he wants space from me?”
“We’re talking about Jungkook here, your clingiest pup.”
Jin isn’t wrong. Jungkook isn’t the type to want to be left alone when he’s upset.
Namjoon follows the scent trail carefully, grimacing at the smell of salt mixed into Jungkook’s signature vanilla. Salt meant tears, and tears meant his pup was cooping himself up in some corner and sobbing. It doesn’t take the Alpha long to find which corner exactly, as the not-so-small wolf can’t exactly hide behind a dresser the way he thinks he can. But that doesn’t stop him from trying—bundled up with his knees to his chest in one of the spare bedrooms.
“Koo, sweetheart…” He keeps his voice soft.
Jungkook simply sniffles in response, not daring to look up with the wet streaks on his face. If this was Taehyung or Jimin, he’d have heard a “go away” by now. But not his Koo. Despite his willful attitude, there’s nothing Jungkook wants more than to be babied when he’s crying.
Namjoon cautiously sits in front of the boy, leaving space to keep their bodies from touching.
“Hey pup, can you look at me please.”
With his face still buried in his knees, the wolf simply shakes his head in refusal.
“I’m sorry about what I said Koo. I shouldn’t have brought up punishment…and the last thing I want is for you—or anyone—to be on those drugs again.”
“You’re lying.” Jungkook finally raises his head, eyes watery and puffy, “I was easier to deal with when I had the collar on. I know it. You know it. Everybody knows it. Hell, even I wish I could turn off all these thoughts and just behave. But I can’t…that’s not me.” His voice breaks towards the end, sobs threatening to spill from his throat.
Panic flashes on Namjoon’s face, composed demeanor becoming harder to maintain as Jungkook lays all his insecurities bare. There’s a quiet rage bubbling in his stomach—pointed a little at Kang but mainly at himself. Rage for letting Jungkook’s self esteem get to this point.
He knew from the day that Jungkook came into their lives that he’d need to be extra careful with him. Unlike the others, who jumped eagerly into his arms at the promise of a pack bond, his youngest pup was nothing but stand offish and distrustful for months.
It’s not hard to see how little love Jungkook has known prior to the pack, but things aren’t supposed to be like that anymore. Namjoon knows it’s naïve to think that all of Jungkook’s scars would be healed by now—knowing just how many he has—but wishful thinking got the better of him.
The boy in front of him looks just as insecure as he did when they first met. Except he’s not hiding it with sarcastic remarks and cold stares anymore…at least not to his packmates.
Namjoon makes sure to not let his frustration show in his words, needing to be as calm as possible to not spook the distressed boy.
“But this you is the one we fell in love with baby, how could we ever prefer any other version over it? I’ll admit you’re not the easiest pup from time to time, but I’d rather you be the most difficult wolf in the world than put that collar back on you.”
“Then why do you keep taking y/n’s side? She wants me back on the collar. I can tell. Wants me to be the sweet sweet angel they brainwashed me into being.”
“She doesn’t want you on the collar either Koo, she just doesn’t know this version of you…and you aren’t exactly letting her in either—which I know is hard for you, I understand it’s asking a lot, but I’m not doing this because I’m taking her side. I just think we have an actual shot of being happy here. You trust me, don’t you baby?”
Jungkook nods. No matter how upset he is, it’s instinct to nod when Namjoon asks that question. Of course he trusts his Alpha. He’d follow Namjoon to the ends of the world if he asked him to.
“I…I’ll try. But please…d-don’t punish me if I c-can’t.” The last part is whispered, as if it’s a shameful declaration. It is, to some extent, shameful for Jungkook to admit—that he shivers at the mention of the tamest punishments now.
Namjoon’s heart drops to his stomach at the helpless bundle of nerves in front of him.
“I won’t baby. I promise. Will you please come to me?”
Jungkook doesn’t waste time to scoot his way over, making himself small as he seeks safety in Namjoon’s embrace. Namjoon breathes a bit lighter, relieved at Jungkook’s lack of hesitation—the last thing he wants is his pup to be wary of him.
___
Hoseok looks over from one brunette to the other, both fidgeting as they try to find their words.
“What is it pups?”
Jimin clears his throat, tightening his hold on Taehyung’s arm before speaking up.
“Um..we just wanted to ask…” no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get the words out, “it’s nothing hyung! Forget about it.”
Taehyung, although disappointed, follows in understanding. The two are ready to retreat, but their hyung isn’t having any of that.
“Wait!” their hyung pouts, not wanting to be left out, “whatever it is, you can ask me.”
“It’s selfish” Taehyung takes the words out of Jimin’s mouth.
Hoseok raises a brow, waiting for further explanation only to be met with an awkward silence.
“Since when have you two ever thought twice before asking me for things?”
It’s true. They normally didn’t hesitate to ask their Hobi hyung for whatever they wanted. Why would they? He was their hyung and they were his precious pups to spoil.
But this wasn’t a normal situation.
“Whatever it is, I won’t get mad. You know I never get mad at you guys.”
Jimin wishes Hobi didn’t add that part, as it only makes him feel more gross in the moment,
“Fuck, I can’t do it. Please, let’s all drop this.”
Hoseok, however, isn’t ready to drop the subject.
“What could it possibly be that you’re so scare—” he stops as soon as the realization hits.
Truthfully, he’s been preparing for this conversation. With everyone else going back to normal, Hoseok knew it was just a matter of time before intimacy would come back into the equation for the rest of them.
“Oh pups, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine, really.”
Jimin raises a brow, wanting to make sure everyone’s on the same page. Hoseok continues on, assuring them that he isn’t misunderstanding the situation.
“If we’re being completely honest, I’m still not comfortable with the topic. There’s still a lot I need to work through to handle triggers around it, but whatever anyone else does is fine as long as I’m not asked to be part of it.”
“A-are you sure? With you tuning into your hybrid he—”
“I don’t tune in to anything in the house. Really guys, it’s fine! The only thing that’ll make me feel bad is if you hold yourselves back because of me.”
“We don’t want you just saying that for our sake hyung.”
Hoseok shakes his head with surety, “I’m not. As long as it’s away from me, I don’t mind.”
He punctuates with a smile, ruffling Tae’s hair to lighten the mood. It works on Taehyung, but Jimin’s brows are still furrowed.
“What about during our heats? Will you be okay next month?”
“I’ve talked to Y/N and Yoongi about it already. I’ll be staying with them at Yoongi’s place, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, I’m telling you that I’m more than okay. Please don’t walk on eggshells around me.”
Jimin nods, deciding it best to trust his hyung’s judgement. Hoseok knows what’s best for himself, and it’s not Jimin’s place to decide what should and shouldn’t bother the older wolf.
___
You take a step back, huffing at your sixth failed attempt before diving back in.
You’re Shin Y/N.
You’ve made businessmen shake in their boots at the sound of your heels clicking. You’ve revived dying companies with one meeting. So why can’t you move this pesky little bookshelf to the other side of your office?
It’s been over fifteen minutes, and you can’t get the thing to budge at all. However, if it’s one thing you are, it’s stubborn. So you close your eyes and focus all your energy on pushing. To your surprise, the wooden shelf actually starts sliding this time. Ecstatic, you open your eyes to navigate the room--only to be met with the last sight you’re expecting to see.
It’s Jungkook, covered head to toe in black, with a detached expression you can’t quite read. He nonchalantly drags the piece of furniture, waiting for you to tell him where to stop.
“Right there is fine.”
He props it next to the standing lamp, making sure it’s flush against the wall before letting go.
“Thank you.” You want to say more, but you’re afraid of saying something wrong.
“Whatever.” He stuffs his fists in his hoodie before heading towards the door.
“Wait!” You panic, realizing you said that out loud. You don’t want him to leave but have no clue what to say next. Instinctively, you say the first thing that comes to your mind.
“You’ve been wearing that hoodie a lot…I can buy you more if you like—”
“No thank you.”
Your shoulders shrink. You know it’s not right, but throwing money at your problems has worked out pretty well for you thus far. Not to mention, it’s a lot easier than being emotionally vulnerable. But if money wasn’t going to solve this, your hand’s been forced to try the other way.
“I miss you.”
The words hang heavy in the air, with your fear of being rejected growing by the minute.
The wolf simply scoffs.
“Miss me? You mean you miss having a little pet following all your commands.”
You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of Namjoon’s words to keep composure.
Relax. Jungkook’s a bit difficult to win over, but it’s not impossible. He’s still a sweetheart once he lets you in—really lets you in, without the drugs making him.
Drugs or no drugs, you’ve seen the way he looks at his Alpha with stars in his eyes, or the way he pouts to his Jin hyung when he wants something. Despite the cold front he’s put up with you, he’s as warm as ever to his packmates. There’s still hope as long as you keep trying.
“That’s not true, Jungkook. You can’t just decide what I’ve been feeling and make your judgements based on that. It’s not fair.”
He narrows his eyes, bringing his arms up across his chest in a defensive stance.
“You can’t miss what you’ve never known.”
“I miss you telling me your favorite parts of the shows you’ve watched…or ranking the snacks in the pantry…or just coming by to tell me about your day. Was all of that really just the drugs? Would the real you really be so miserable hanging out with me? Do you hate me that much?”
You try to hold it back, but your eyes start watering right as you say the last sentence. Luckily, no tears spill.
Jungkook is taken aback nonetheless, not expecting the answer he got. His eyes soften up ever so slightly, but not enough to douse the fire of unease you’re burning under.
“I don’t hate you,” he huffs, playing with where his hands meet inside the hoodie instead of meeting your gaze, “and I like living here. But I’m not going to wait for you at the door like a little puppy anymore. And I’m not going to expect you to treat me like my packmates do. You’re not a part of our pack.”
He’s not giving you a lot, but you’re grasping tight at the little assurance he does give. For now, a “I don’t hate you” seems like the best thing you’re going to get from him—and you’re not in any position to complain.
“I understand!” This time, you seem like the lost little puppy, wagging your tail for any approval you can get, “I’m not trying to impose on your pack. I know it’s not my place. I just…want to be friends? Whenever you’re ready to consider me one, I’ll be here.”
You don’t give him any time to respond, as the tears threatening to spill down have you brushing past before the hybrid fully processes what just happened.
Friend.
Somewhere between packmate and total stranger.
Jungkook’s never had a real one before.
He’d never had friends or family before the pack. Just an abandoned stray moving from one back alley to the next. The last time someone asked him to be “friends” was a couple months after he’d just turned eighteen—a wealthy Alpha looking for a fighter to make money off of. He’d agreed, desperate to get off the streets. It wasn’t a bad gig, but it didn’t exactly leave him feeling good either.
Days of nonstop practicing, and nights of nonstop fighting, all so his “friend” could squeeze every last dollar from the matches.
The other fighters didn’t want anything to do with him, with his constant wins getting on everyone else’s nerves. And everyone else in town didn’t want anything to do with him either, with his bloodied and bruised appearance not doing any favors. He got used to the routine—accepted that real friends weren’t in his cards, and that there was probably no pack waiting for him. A true lone wolf.
And he would’ve lived his entire life that way if his last opponent wasn’t such a sore loser. Well, specifically, if his sponsor wasn’t such a sore loser. He still flinches at the memory of being chased down those alleys, hearing gunshots followed by car alarms and shattering glass. It was ten on one, with half of them being wolves he’d defeated in the ring—all working to get their sponsor his money back.
He’d barely managed to escape, gripping where a bullet wound grazed his bloody leg, as he ran without looking back. He only stopped running when the adrenaline couldn’t keep him going any longer, finding himself lost in a neighboring town when his knees finally gave in.
That’s the first time he met Jimin and Taehyung, fingers interlocked and lost in each other’s company. They would’ve missed him if the streetlamp had fully gone out, but thankfully, the little flicker in the night was enough for Jimin’s eyes to meet that of the injured wolf.
If he wasn’t in searing pain, he would’ve felt the pull of the pack bond right when the other two did. But he couldn’t feel anything other than where the bullet ever-so-slightly missed, causing him to kick and scream the entire time the wolves tried to help.
“Relax, please relax. We need to stop the bleeding. What’s your name?”
“Get the fuck away from me. I swear to God I’ll break your bones if you keep touching me.”
Saying he was difficult is an understatement, but the two managed to pin him down just long enough to give emergency first aid.
That was the beginning of the long and messy road to adjusting Jungkook to the pack, navigating his hot temper and short fuse as the rest assured him the pull wasn’t temporary—that this pack, this family, would embrace him with enough love and tenderness to make up for all the years he’d been alone.
To you, to everyone outside, this Jungkook might seem difficult…but only he and his pack know just how gentle he is compared to his old self.
But the idea of this not being enough—of having to compete with the docile imitation of himself that the hormones made him—it was terrifying.
You said you wanted to be friends, but could anyone not bound by a pack bond truly accept Jungkook for the way he is? When there’s really nothing in it for them?
jungkook doesn't know if he's gone completely mad or if he's just mad.
it's so blurry right now. the difference in feeling, the moment, the way he feels like he lost all control. it's so strange. in his head, he knows it isn't that bad. so what if you've been ignoring his texts for the past two weeks. so what if you've been absent from all the events he expects to see you and your fiancé at. so fucking what?
so what if he storms downstairs and knocks on your door?
he brought three excuses to offer you but as he stands in front of your door, his knees go weak. he ignores his gut feeling to follow his heart. without another thought, jungkook knocks on your door.
once.
twice.
then, he loses it. he begins to bang on your door like a fucking psycho.
just as he takes a breath, you open the door. wide-eyed, you stare at him in complete shock. then, when you find your words, you spit them at him. "are you out of your fucking mind?"
jungkook takes a step inside your home.
"are you?" he hisses. "two weeks? leaving me after we fucked and i fell asleep was one thing, but ignoring me for two weeks is another. do you get that? what the fuck could you be up to that requires your attention for two weeks—"
"keep your voice down!" you yelp, pushing him back. "he's—"
"jeon?" your fiancé identifies as he comes out from a door. jungkook catches a glimpse. it's your bedroom.
your fiancé walks towards you two, adjusting his tie. he smiles, greeting jungkook warmly.
"is everything okay? you've never visited our home before," he says as he snakes his arm around your waist. your lips curve into a gentle smile as he does this to you. "are you here for business matters? ran out of sugar? or a wedding invite? we just finalized them." he rambles rather excited.
none.
i'm here for your fucking wife.
jungkook shakes his head. "are you headed out?"
your fiancé nods. instantly, you break away from him and open the closet door nearby. taking a jacket out, you help put it on your fiancé. he thanks you as he puts his shoes on.
"last minute meeting. gotta head to the office since my study is filled with wedding prep stuff. ___ here wanted the space. of course i had to give it to her," he laughs. "i'd give her the world."
jungkook bites his tongue.
"y-yeah. i, uh, i just came by because the penthouse cleaning lady did my laundry and mixed our clothing—this belongs to you, right?"
you and your fiancé freeze as jungkook offers your panties.
"total mix up."
your fiancé lowers his gaze at jungkook. he sucks his teeth in and thinks for a moment. you grab your panties from jungkook's hand and hide behind your man. why would jungkook do this? he's swimming too far out. he's crossing too many lines.
you feel him grow suspicious as he states, "there's only three penthouses in his building... kinda weird that ms. kwon would get our loads mixed up..."
you clear your throat.
"love, you're going to be late." you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "come home soon, okay?"
he shakes off the moment and nods. "godspeed. it was nice seeing you, jungkook... thanks for bringing back her... love, while he's here, you can give him the invitation! it'll be a waste to mail it. oh, hey! come to our rehearsal dinner too. it's next friday. go on, love. invite him to that too!"
"for sure," you comply. "jungkook, join us then too."
jungkook blinks at you. "i'll have my secretary clear my schedule... yah... you should get going. good luck with the meeting. if you need anything, let me know." jungkook adds, offering his hand to your fiancé to shake.
he tugs jungkook's hand and grins. "is this you saying you want to merge? i can draft a contract by tonight. join us for breakfast tomorrow and we can be one big happy family."
jungkook chuckles, declining his awful offer. "you wish."
your fiancé laughs heartily. "we can't be competitors forever," he says. "to be honest, i constantly feel like i'm losing against you."
you gulp at his words.
jungkook's eyes shift to you.
then, your fiancé glances at his watch and notices the time. he bids you two goodbye. pushing past jungkook, your fiancé hears him say something he never expect to hear.
"jin," jungkook breathes, "i feel the same."
with that, jin gives him a gentle look. as he turns around to leave for real, he reminds you to give jungkook the first invitation to the wedding. when jin is out of sight, jungkook turns to you. he doesn't say it, but he feels it.
he feels heartbroken.
jungkook takes a moment to look around your home. he's never seen it, really. it's beautiful. there's a lot of things that remind him of you and your taste. the colours, textures, and even placement of art... there's a lot of pictures. pictures of jin and his fishing trips, yours and his travels, and family.
so many pictures of family.
there's a burning feeling inside of him that he can't contain. it's either jealousy or guilt. he doesn't know. he doesn't really want to know.
"what the hell was that?" you cry, shoving jungkook.
jungkook doesn't move.
"not that i have to explain myself to you, but i've been busy with the wedding stuff. why can't you be patient? why can't you leave me alone—"
"goddamnit, don't you think i've tried, woman? do you think i like doing this? i've done everything i can. i even fucking bought you a new phone since yours must be broken—" he pulls out a new phone from his back pocket and tosses it across your kitchen island. you watch it slide, eyebrows knitting together.
"why? my phone isn't broken—"
"then fucking answer when i call. when i text. when i want you."
you glare at him.
"i'm not yours, jungkook."
he towers over you.
"so fucking what?"
a silence falls upon you two. it's almost upsetting. it's almost like if heartache had a sound—this would be it.
"why'd you come here?" you whisper. "you didn't need to bring my panties down. you didn't need to give me a new phone. you—"
"i miss you," jungkook confesses. "i miss you so much that nothing feels the same. my home doesn't feel like home anymore. i miss everything about you. i miss the way you'd come back to me... now, you don't even send me a text back?"
"jungkook—"
"do you miss me too?" he asks, sounding desperate. he takes your hand and pulls you close. "say you miss me, please... i'm losing my mind. i need to know you miss me too."
you take a breath in, feeling dizzy from the truth.
"say it, ___," jungkook begs, as he drops your hands and places his on your waist. pulling you even closer, he places soft kisses on your neck. "you miss me too, right? say you miss me."
you stay silent.
"y-you're going too far, jungkook... you can't come to me home and demand things like this. you can't speak to jin like that—"
"fine," he yields. "i'm sorry. i apologize. i'll send you a fruit basket to signify my regret. i'll behave at the rehearsal dinner. i promise to do all of that... if you j-just—"
"okay, okay," you cup his face and run your thumb across his lips. looking at him sweetly, you see his eyes tearing up. he was hurting. you know it.
"i missed you too," you cave. "i miss you, jungkook."
just like that, jungkook's whole world lights up again.
he kisses you deeply. so much so that when you pull up for air, you lose balance. he picks you up and takes you to your bedroom. the bedroom you share with jin.
there, he sets you down. he takes off his shirt, and then his unbuckles his belt. you watch as he strips and salivate over his body. he crawls on top, hands reaching for the nape of your neck. jungkook then brings you to his lips, kissing you once again. then, he begins.
he has you in all the way he wants to.
you give it to him.
he places himself in between your legs and brings heaven to you. jungkook does everything he's been missing to do with you. he eats you out until your legs shake. he fucks you until you can't take it. somewhere in between your moans and uttering his name, jungkook cums inside you.
he spills himself inside you. onto your sheets. yours and jin’s.
when he rolls off of you, you take a minute for yourself. as you gather your thoughts and he dresses himself, you can't help but feel shameless. your stomach twists and turns. it flips and flops like never before. there’s a sudden wave of indescribable emotions that take over. your mind floods with morale attempts to fix this.
then, it draws a blank.
"do you want me to help you change your sheets?" he asks, breaking the silence.
you shake your head.
"n-no... i just... i can't believe i just—"
"we just..."
"yeah... we just..." you feel yourself about to cry. "can you go? the invitations are in his study. third door to your left. keep your promise, okay? behave at the rehearsal dinner. bring a date. figure it out, jungkook."
"___—"
"i'm begging you... i don't know what else i can do. it's like i have no control when i'm with you. i always cave. i always go to you. i always... is it always going to be like this? am i always going to be this messy?" you choke on your own words. as you feel yourself sob, you let him know one more thing; "it feels like i've known you all my life. is that weird? like we've met before. we've loved before.... but here? in this life... it's like we can't even..."
"we can't what?"
"we can't even be friends."
jungkook takes a breath. he doesn't go to you when you start to cry. he lets you have this for yourself. rushing out, he doesn't bother to take an invitation for your precious wedding.
from the beginning, he had decided what to do with you.
Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]
Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she’s a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?
You groaned as you finally shut off your alarm. After hitting the snooze button four times, you only had 30 minutes to get ready for work. As you dragged yourself out of bed and into your washroom, you thought about your dream last night. It was still a nightmare but not as gruesome as it usually was. Entering your washroom, you grimaced at the person staring back at you in the mirror. Your eyebags were heavy and your skin flat and colorless. Due to your inability to get up on time, you could only afford to wash your face and brush your hair if you wanted to at least have a coffee before work. Oh, the joys of Monday’s.
It seemed like your morning really set a precedent on how the rest of your day was going to be. You were 15 minutes late to work because of traffic, you forgot about a meeting that you set up and lunch was a bag of chips because you forgot your wallet at home. Needing to leave the chaos of the office, you decided to eat your sad lunch at a park. You ignored how cold your bottom was getting against the park bench as you watched the people around you go about their day.
“Rough day at the office?” an all too familiar voice asked.
You looked up and locked eyes with Jungkook. Great, now I'm hallucinating. If having visions of Jungkook wasn’t bad enough already, he looked better than you remembered. His hair was a little longer now and his eyes bright amber.
“Hello?” Jungkook waved his hand in front of you.
You reached out and grabbed his hand. A jolt of electricity shoots through you.
“Oh you are real…oh my god! You’re-what are you doing here?!” it felt like you had just went through all five stages of grief in a nanosecond.
Jungkook watched in real time as the sleep vanishes from your eyes. He waits for you to collect yourself before taking a seat next to you on the bench. His body shivered not from the cold but from the sudden energy radiating between both of you. After being away for so long, he forgot just how strong the pull of a mate was.
“Aren't you cold?” you asked bewildered by how he was only in a long sleeve and jeans.
Jungkook wanted to laugh. He knew you were probably freezing from how pale your fingers were. He also noticed the tiredness on your face and wondered if you had been sleeping at all.
“How long do you have left for your lunch break?” he asked, ignoring your question.
“20 minutes.” you replied.
Jungkook nods and quickly tried to figure out how to tell you that your life was in danger and that the only way to save you was to live with him for a bit and let him mark you.
“I think we’re going to need more than 20 minutes,” he says.
Jungkook was able to explain the situation to you within 20 minutes, leaving out the part where he had to mark you. The argument that happened afterwards lasted 30 minutes. You couldn’t just move to the mountains when you had a job to show up to and who was going to pay rent for the unit you were already living in? In the same breath, Jungkook explained that it was dangerous to live so close to civilization in case there was an attack and shared how much he didn’t want to live with you.
“Do you not hear the absurdity of what you’re asking me to do?” you argued.
“Do you think I want to do this?” Jungkook sneered.
“Then don’t!” you exclaimed.
“Fine!” he shouted, matching the volume of your voice.
“Fine!” you shouted back before marching back to your office, your bag of chips forgotten on the bench.
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Jungkook adjusted his cap as he waited for you to leave your house. He rolled his eyes when he heard your alarm ring for the third time signifying that you had no intention of getting up. You’re going to be late again idiot.
After your guys’ encounter at the park, Namjoon reamed Jungkook out for being stubborn and doing the exact opposite of what he was supposed to do. They came up with a compromise that Jungkook hated even more than the original plan. Night and day, Jungkook would essentially watch you from afar in case a rogue decided to attack. He’d follow you to work, to the grocery store and home. At night, Jungkook would make rounds around your neighborhood until late and then head back to his own home before repeating it all again the next day. Before he knew it, Jungkook's life revolved around you now.
“One more snooze and you would’ve been screwed.” Jungkook grinned when you opened the door.
Biting your tongue, you locked the front door before making your way past him. You were already running on a couple hours of sleep and seeing Jungkook’s shit eating grin this early in the morning made you want to scream. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, your sleep schedule had gotten worse now that you knew your life was at risk. If you were lucky, you’d only wake up twice in the night. Despite the lack of privacy, knowing that Jungkook was around just in case anything happened did give you some sort of reassurance. You’d never admit it to anyone, but you kind of liked having him around. Sure, he’d make your anger spike anytime he spoke but his presence added some excitement to your daily mundane routine. When you were out and about, you’d try to spot him in a crowd like a game of “Where’s Waldo”. It was getting harder for Jungkook to hide his amusement anytime you would find him because when you did, you’d stick out your tongue at him. He did noticed that you continued to look more and more tired than before. He had wondered what was causing you so much stress but pushed the thought away because that wasn’t part of the job description.
As you stood in front of your office building, you turned your head to see where Jungkook was. Scanning through the crowd of people on their way to work, you finally locked eyes with him and inhaled sharply. It was always a sensation overload whenever you looked at him because his amber eyes would pierce right through you. After the initial shock, a smile crept onto your face. Jungkook was trying to keep a low profile with his all black outfit and baseball cap but he didn’t realize how much he stood out like a sore thumb. Everyone bustling through were clad in thick winter coats and layers upon layers just to keep warm yet there he was standing at the end of the block with nothing but a black flannel button up and jeans. With one more glance, you made your way into your building excited to see him again later. Once you were out of sight, Jungkook immediately made a quick dash back to your house. Last night, Jungkook picked up the faintest scent of a rogue, but this morning the smell strong and near.
As he approached your home, he slowed down and tried to process what he was smelling and sensing carefully. Fortunately, he only picked up the scent of one rogue but the claw marks on the side of your house and fresh tracks in the snow meant that Jungkook was a little too late.
Usually, Jungkook kept his distance when he would follow you around but something must’ve happened between the morning and now because he was walking right beside you. It wasn’t the brushing of your bodies when you bumped into each other that formed the butterflies in your stomach but his hand on your lower back leading you home that did it. Jungkook kept you almost right up against him and you felt embarrassed for relishing in both his touch and smell. It was concerning how much you didn’t care about your safety when being this close to him felt so good. On the flipside, Jungkook could not afford to have his attention waver for even a second. He had to somehow cut through all the sounds and smells of the city just to pick up a stray whiff of any rogues. Jungkook was glad to have his attention focused elsewhere than on how your body was reacting to him. If he thought about it too much, his ego would grow too large for him to handle. You were usually so difficult to deal with and so stubborn but all he had was one hand on your lower back and you were compliant to his every word. Would you still be such a pain in the ass if you were under him? Could you possibly talk back if you were writhing from his touch? And what could you possibly say when he’s shoved down your throat?
“Do not open the door unless it’s me.” Jungkook ordered before pushing you into your house and slamming the door shut.
You take a moment to calm your heart. All you could think about was how his hand eventually wrapped around your waist and how strong his grip was. Once the high wore off, you dragged yourself upstairs to get ready for your night feeling less scared than you should. If Jungkook could muster through his hatred for you to keep you safe on the way home, you knew that you were in good hands.
You stirred awake and checked the time on your phone. 2:05am. You plopped your head back onto your pillow and tried to get back to sleep. You tried to still your mind but the heavy pitter patter against your window made it hard to do. Guess I'm awake now. Luckily, you didn't have work tomorrow so you and your insomnia could be friends for a night. You sat up and ran a hand through your hair as you stared out the window. You wondered if Jungkook was still outside or if he went home. If he was still here, he'd be soaked to the bone. Do werewolves catch colds? Putting on your slippers, you made your way to the front door and opened it. You scanned the driveway and sidewalk but with how heavy the rain was falling, it was hard to see. You took a step outside to see if he was around the corner but before you could turn your head, Jungkook himself appeared from the other side of where you were looking.
"I thought I told you not to open this door." he sighed annoyingly.
You felt your throat go dry when you saw him. He was dripping from head to toe and you envied the way his shirt clung onto his body.
"It's raining really hard and I didn't know if you were still outside." you said after prying your eyes away from his body.
"I told you to keep the door closed unless it's for me." he argued.
"Yeah well it is for you because I wanted to check up on you, god." you bite back. Jungkook had such a sour attitude but he truly was such a sight for your sore tired eyes.
You look over his shoulder and see that the rain was pouring even harder with no plans to stop. Had he just been patrolling your place since you finished work? Supernatural or not, Jungkook shouldn't be standing around in this weather.
"You should come in and rest." you said, after much consideration.
Jungkook immediately shook his head and backed away from you, "Why would I do that?"
"Because you're soaking wet! And besides, you've been roaming around for hours and if my neighbours get suspicious they might call the cops." you challenged.
Jungkook falls silent and you see his eyes shift from side to side, trying to look for something that wasn't there.
"Jungkook you've been out here since I got home. Whatever's out there would've gotten you by now. Please, just come inside and dry off for a little bit," you plead, "I won't be able to sleep knowing you're just out in the rain for no reason."
I'm out here for you. You're the fucking reason. Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheeks in thought. The invitation was tempting. He was absolutely exhausted and after staring at the dark day in and day out, his mind was starting to play tricks on him. Protecting you was one thing but his pride was bruised. All he did for the past few hours was ruminate on how he didn't see or smell the rogue. He wanted to crush the thing and kill it with his bare hands to make up for his inattentiveness, but he was tired. You took his silence as compliance and stepped aside so he could come in. Before Jungkook could mentally brace himself, the overwhelming smell of you sent his senses into overdrive. He placed a hand against the wall and took deep breaths. Every time he inhaled, it felt like his brain was going to pop out of his skull. The lights were too bright, the sound of the rain too loud and your scent was so strong he could almost taste you.
"Are you okay...?" you asked as you slowly closed the door.
Jungkook's back and the tension throughout his body brought you back to when you found him in that abandoned shed. You mentally cursed wondering if tonight was going to be another repeat. To your surprise, Jungkook managed to compose himself and turned around to face you. From how his usual amber eyes were now maroon, you knew he still wasn't quite back.
"W-where is your washroom? I'm going to clean up." he asked, his voice strained.
You direct him to your washroom and watch as he staggered away. When you heard the sink turn on, you quickly ran to your room to grab what you could to prepare the sofa for him. As you searched through your closet for an extra blanket, it quickly dawned on you that Jungkook was in your house and was going to stay the night. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of all the embarrassing things you owned. When you finally found your extra blanket, you suppressed a groan at the Sanrio characters decorating the duvet. He's here to rest not judge your choice of home decor. You grab a pillow from your bed and made your way back to the living room. As you were setting up the couch, you noticed the mess of cups and candy wrappers on the coffee table. If you knew that you would house a werewolf that was supposedly your soulmate, you would've cleaned up a bit more. Pushing the thought away, you made your way towards the bathroom where Jungkook hadn't made a sound. He's not dead is he? You took a deep breath before bravely poking your head through the door to check on him. The sight before you literally stole the inhale you had just taken away. You had imagined Jungkook shirtless many times before but your imagination was truly nothing compared to what he looked like in real life. Jungkook was leaned over the sink, his wet shirt by his feet as he wiped his chest with your towel with one hand. Every time he brushed his hand against his body, the muscles in his arms flexed. The raindrops cascading down the curves of his shoulder blades and back polluted your mind with lewd scenarios.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Jungkook scoffed.
You mumbled a pathetic apology as your eyes continued trailing down his body. The deep gash on his arm reeled you out of your perverted psyche. Without thinking, you quickly approached him and inspected his wound.
"Jungkook, you need to go to the hospital." you gasp at how torn up his arm looked.
"Please." Jungkook almost laughed.
You shoot him a look and push him aside to grab the first aid kit under the sink. Jungkook watched in amusement as you rummaged through your kit to find something to treat his wound. You seemed to forget that he was not of this world. This injury would heal in a week and a bandaid was not going to help.
"Give me you arm." you demanded setting a tube of polysporin and bandage wraps on the counter.
Jungkook raised his brow, "Are you going to make me a bowl of chicken noodle soup and put on my favourite cartoon as well?"
How this asshole was your soulmate was beyond you by how quickly he was able to bring you to anger within seconds. Jungkook could hate you all he wanted, but he didn't have to make you feel useless while doing so. For the past week and a half, he was literally supervising you like you were a child and it made you feel so foolish.
"Can you just let me do something for once? Just let me-" you exhaled with closed eyes, "let me feel like I'm helping for once."
Jungkook let out a sarcastic "ok" and surrendered his arm to you. You unscrewed the cap from the polysporin and wanted to kick yourself for dropping it during the process. It was really hard to focus when he was staring at you in his shirtless glory. Ignoring the fallen cap, you pushed out the ointment onto your finger and reached for his arm. The jolt you usually received whenever you guys touched made you flinch.
"You're okay." Jungkook encouraged after feeling the power from the shock himself.
Biting your lower lip, you gently grabbed his arm again and waited a few seconds for the sensation to pass before rubbing the medicine onto his cut. Jungkook watched are you carefully tended to him. In his absorption of your actions, he couldn't feel the corner of his lip turning upwards and the silencing of his mind. All he could hear was your breathing and if he focused a little more, the fluttering of your eyelashes as you blinked. It was endearing watching you meticulously layer the bandage perfectly on his arm. The treatment you were giving Jungkook was going to do absolutely nothing for him besides make him itchy. His species didn't heal like humans. They were able to heal on their own and if they were mated, their healing time was even quicker. You released the bite you had on your lower lip once you successfully wrapped him up.
"I'll let you do your own thing now," you laughed awkwardly stepping away from him, "There are extra towels under the sink and the sofa is all set up for you."
Jungkook holds your eyes for a few seconds and you see that they're back to their usual amber colour.
"Goodnight," he nods.
"Goodnight," you repeat before retreating back to your room.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you slept through the night.
You woke up a lot earlier than you intended to but you felt refreshed. You didn't have any nightmares, in fact, you didn't dream at all. You graciously welcomed the daylight that usually disturbed your already horrible sleep shining through your window. As you put on your slippers, the butterflies in your stomach swarmed when you remembered that Jungkook had slept over. You sat on the edge of your bed and slapped your cheeks from how hard you were grinning. He was probably gone by now but you were going to spend the whole weekend replaying last night in privacy. You giddily swing your bedroom door open and immediately froze. You held your breath and didn't move a single muscle as to not wake the sleeping Jungkook on your couch. After an agonizing minute, you quietly approached him with pursed lips. He was sound asleep with his mouth slightly agape. When Jungkook wasn't speaking or awake in general, he sure looked like an angel. The skittish grin you had on earlier crept back at the sight of him all curled up in your Sanrio blanket. Jungkook rarely let his guard down yet here he was sleeping so peacefully in your home. He had to ability to hear a pin drop in a crowded room so judging by how he didn't wake up from the slight noises you made, poor guy was probably drained. You desperately fought the desire to brush his bangs away from his eyes and left to go wash up instead.
You rolled your eyes when you see the bandage you so caringly put on Jungkook last night in the garbage next to your toilet. You couldn't at least flush it down or hide it? Ass. Still, he let you tend to him and that was good enough for you. Jungkook was still asleep by the time you finished your morning routine. You crept back into your room and decided to clean up. You had completely ignored the state of your home with the little sleep you were getting every night. You looked over to your laundry basket by the window that had been taunting you for weeks and decided to finally tackle it. Sitting down in front of it, you began to sort your white and coloured clothes. As you thought about the things you wanted to get done today, you began to feel excited about the prospect of having a productive weekend when your bedroom door suddenly swung open, the hinges breaking in the process. A frantic looking Jungkook entered followed by a curse when he saw where you positioned.
"Get behind me right now!" he shouted.
Your body and brain freezes from the sudden shock, "W-what?"
"Can you fucking listen to me for once and just-"
Your bedroom window shatters and a black mass breaks through. A scream emits from you when the rogue snaps at your arms. You scramble backwards as the creature attempts to wedge its body through the fracture it created. If you were any closer, you would've been a goner. The absolute depravity of the monster fills your entire body up with fear as flashbacks from the first time you ever encountered a rogue replay in your mind. You couldn't feel your legs and all you could do was scramble back as far as you could go. Tears immediately flood your eyes when the creature snarls and breaks free of the glass that was holding it back. There was absolutely nothing you could do as the creature lunges towards you, the smile it has on it's face seared into your brain. Another scream escapes from you as Jungkook grabs its neck and slams it onto your bedroom floor. Your stomach turns when you see it squirm abnormally under his grasp. The rogue produces high pitched cackling as Jungkook delivers blow after blow to its face.
"Close your eyes." Jungkook orders and you do as you're told.
You choke out a sob when you hear the sick animal laugh as Jungkook tears its flesh apart and breaks its bones. Eventually, the room falls silent but you keep your eyes shut afraid of what you might see. You jump when Jungkook places his hands on your arms.
"Hey it's just me, it's me. It's okay, it's over now." he attempts to soothe you while grabbing your hands, halting your useless attempts to push him away.
When you finally come to, you grab onto him and push your face into his chest. Jungkook tells you to keep your eyes closed as he carries you into the living room, not wanting you to see the aftermath of what he did. He holds your trembling body as tightly as he can and waits for your sobbing to subside. Once he hears your sobs turn into sniffles, he lifts your face from your hands and through your teary vision, you see an apologetic expression plastered on his face.
"I'm packing a bag for you. Tell me what you need, we leave in 20 minutes." he says.
You try to fight against his hold, but he's much stronger than you.
"Jungkook! I can't leave-I can't-"
"We don't have a choice now," he says, his voice soft as ever, "this is the only way I can protect you."
Summary: From friends to lovers to enemies to strangers...all because of one little, sexy bet.
The Quiet Game | The Waiting Game: Part 1 & Part 2 | The End Game | Forever
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All To Me (A Seven Part Series—Completed)
Roman Reigns x Golden (chubby, black fem oc)
Summary: Seven years is a long time to love someone the wrong way—and Golden isn't certain Roman will ever learn the right way. Yet he's diligent in righting his wrongs and giving her his all if she'll give her all to him...
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Final Part
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Call of the Wild (A Four Part Series)
AU Roman Reigns x Nevaeh (black fem oc)
Summary: Dissatisfied and negligent of his deity duties, Roman becomes a fallen demigod banished to earth. There he decides to seek his true, untamed calling—and encounters a human woman who ignites the savage in him...
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Coming Soon!)
All one shots under the cut...
One Shots
Roman Reigns x Reader (black fem)
The Artist
Summary: To Roman, making love to you is an art form.
Backseat
Summary: You and Roman can't wait any longer to get your hands on each other...
Because I Love You
Summary: Even in a shaky marriage, there's a reason you haven't been able to shake Roman off.
Control
Summary: Roman's usually a control freak in the bedroom, but tonight you're in charge.
Daddy's Little Helper
Summary: What Roman does for you he expects in return...
Devotion
Summary: Roman makes it easy to sing his praises.
Feast
Summary: When he's hungry for you, nothing will stop Roman from eating...
Fine Dining
Summary: It's date night and Roman rather eat you than his dinner.
Gentle
Summary: Roman promises to go real gentle with you for your first time.
Got Them Hands
Summary: Roman knows how to use his hands to tease and please.
Humbled
Summary: A quiet night at home with Roman gets a little loud.
Kiss It Better
Summary: Daddy knows how to make it hurt so, so good...
Malibu Waves
Summary: Your boyfriend Roman spoils you with a beach day...among other outdoor activities.
Say My Name
Summary: Roman likes the way his name sounds in your mouth.
Sweet Dreams
Summary: Roman and you have a hard time just sleeping while lying next to each other...
Summoned
Summary: Your body is calling to Roman...this is how he answers.
Temptation
Summary: You know better than to flirt with a married man...but what if he's flirting with you?
Your Scent
Summary: Roman misses you and your scent left behind reminds him why...
AmbReigns
With You
Summary: Roman knows what he wants...and he's done being shy about it.
Think About You
Summary: With a busy week keeping them apart, Roman and Dean are ready for the weekend…
Drabble
Talk It Through (Excerpt)
50 Shades of Red (Excerpt)
It Takes Two (Excerpt) (ft. Jimmy Uso)
The Boudoir (Excerpt)
About harmshake
Hey, I'm Marian (she/her). I'm 31, Black, and a Scorpio. Writing and pro wrestling are my #1 and #2 loves. ❤
I'm a Roman Reigns girlie but I adore all of The Bloodline. You can read my fics about Jimmy and Solo here, if you'd like. ✨
✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.
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Your legs were trembling, gripping the pillow as he had you pressed against the mattress but his palm pressing down on your lower back which had you arching your ass for him. "yoongi, I don't like this" you whine but he ignores you leaving butterfly kisses on your back his hand caressing your ass before landing another blow on your red butt cheek. "fucking asshole" you cry out.
"you're not following the words in your little book sweetheart" picking up the book he shoves it in your view point. "see, now be a good girl and read your line"
"I'm sorry okay, next time you ask to go out I will" you let out a cry when another slap lands on your already hot red cheek "wrong again"
"yoongi I'm serious if you hit me again I'm gonna kick your ass" the smirk on his lips disappear, he lets go of your skirt, causing you to hiss as the fabric touched your bum. once he released the pressure from your lower back you quickly laid on your back, hands on your ass as you glare at him "bitch, that hurt"
"I mean I was hitting you for my own pleasure but obviously it was meant to hurt moron, next time I tell you to go somewhere with me, are you gonna choose your books over me?" you shake your head, not wanting to give him another reason to spank you like a spoiled brat. "you exaggerate" he groans, pulling you onto your side as he palms your ass "its not even that red" he begins to rub your bum as you had been doing "fuck you, let me hit you like you did to me"
laughing he begins to shake his head "if someones gonna be getting spanked it's you, not me. and stop acting like you didn't like it" he pushes aside the cloth of your underwear and rubs your clit "look how fucking wet you are" before you could protest he enters his two long slender fingers into you, the sudden action made you release a moan. a few thrusts of his fingers made that feeling in your stomach more vivid. your shaky voice releases a whine when he pulls out his fingers, hooking them around the hem of your underwear pulling them down.
"can't leave you like this now can I, I wouldn't be a good boyfriend would I" he dips his head kissing your clit, your hitched breath and trembling legs makes him smirk before he starts sucking on your clit. gripping his black locks you let out a chuckle "but you aren't my boyfriend remember" like always there was no reaction from him, but for some reason he hated your comment as his lips trail down to your hole thrusting with his tongue slowly. his fingers move to your clit, causing you to arch your back keeping his pace he doesn't stop no matter your pleads and cries.
you hated how he always won the arguments, bitting down on your lips to not scream his name and fill his ego even more. gripping his hair harder as his locks were tangled in your fingers caused him to moan into your dripping pussy. "fuck hold on I-" but he only fastens his pace when he feels your pussy tightening around his fingers and you feel yourself cumming, yoongi doesn't feel satisfied till he hears your whimpers of the overstimulation caused by him licking your cum.
exhausted you lay on your back, not able to fight with him. you let him have his way with you once more, only sitting up with a smug look as if he was expressing he had control over you. and he wasn't wrong but he wasn't going to hear it from you.
"now tell me y/n, whats better reading your books or having me fuck you with my tongue until your toes curl in pleasure hmm"he mocks a line from the book, holding the hard cover book in his hand and a raised brow as he towers over you "hmm" you take in a deep breath "i don't know, the male lead doesn't keep his girlfriend waiting for weeks to have sex" you roll your eyes.
"you think you deserve to have my cock right now" he scoffs, I've been texting you all morning but you don't answer cause your phone is dead and your heads stuck in these books" he's right, I should at least charge my phone....but I lost track of time.
"I didn't think you'd be up, you went out with jimin and tae last night who knows what you were doing" pushing him away you get off the bed, your nose scrunches at the wet feeling between your legs. the wetness dripping down your legs. "you know we have a rule of not being allowed to see anyone else" he groans, tossing the book onto the bed as he sits on the edge, watching you grab some tissues from the night stand
"wipe your chin" you give him some, before grabbing some for yourself to clean your thighs "rules don't matter when the other person isn't watching" your words caught him off guard, didn't matter? he thought. "will you look at this... you'd expect me to say something like that" he scoffs
"and you know what I've been thinking about it, I don't like certain rules"
"well we sealed it with a kiss already so no adding or taking out" he shrugs
"oh really, didn't you add a rule a couple days ago, what was it? we will never have drunk sex?" you cross your arms
"shit.." you thought he was slow, but the way he leaped off the bed and his hand gripped your jaw pulling you into a kiss as if to seal the last rule into the contract, but failed as your reaction was quick and you blocked it. "y/n, i'm serious"
"oh lighten up, I wasn't saying I don't agree cause I do" you give him a cheeky smile as he lets out a scoff, "what rule, do you want to add"
"none, I was just saying..."
just like he always has, his eyes scan your face trying to understand what you really wanted to tell him. but recently it's as if he lost his touch he can't seem to read you and it was bothering him. it was as if he didn't know you anymore...
"whatever, i'm still pissed at you" he lets go of your jaw, jokingly pushing you away "I wanted to go out and you made me waste time"
"hey, you came in here and saw I was reading and just started spanking me!"
"it's your fault, the skirt was ridding up your ass, shit i couldn't help myself" he shrugs
your heart was in a twisted feeling, you wanted this. you wanted him to be infatuated with you but at what cost? your friendship? it kept you from enjoying this completely, the grim feeling took over all of it. that was another reason you turned off your phone and expected him to just sleep in today.
"whats wrong?"
"nothing.. what did you want to go do?" you give him a small smile. "I told the guys, that we're dating "
"taehyung he was-" annoyed he shakes his head "forget it, they asked to hang out. I told them you weren't answering and that I was gonna check on you and never got back to them" grabbing his phone from the night stand he opens it to find messages from his so called friends being extremely descriptive about how he was probably not answering cause he ended up banging his girlfriend.
they weren't off, but they weren't right either.
"lets just not go, for your own sake"
your mind thought back to how he was so opened with having those girls all over him in parties with his friends that it made you question why he couldn't show you off too.
you're annoying
"lay down" you push on his chest. "why"
"you planning to not give your little situation down there the attention it needs?" you look down at his very visible boner "you don't have to, just leave it"
"but I want to" you whine, pouting your lips. "fuck..." not fighting with you anymore he lets you push him onto the bed, fingers already hooked on hem of his sweatpants and brief "can I ?"
"babe, you don't have to ask. Do what ever you want" he didn't mean that, your mind was anything but quiet. you should be enjoying this but all you could think about was..what ever it doesn't matter you tell yourself. taking of his sweatpants and briefs as he lifts his hips helping you, his cock springs up, pre-cum already glistening his tip.
"you think you can do it" he smirks
"you think I can't?"
"well last ti-" cutting him off by trailing your tongue up his shaft, diving back in, sucking in a deep breath he groans at the sudden touch. detaching my lips with a loud pop. A wet string connecting my lips to his red glistening tip "I had a good teacher"
spitting on his tip before taking him into your mouth once more. you suck on him , not taking him fully but making sure the rest of his cock is getting the attention it needs in your hand. he lets out a chuckle, finding you cute at your attempt of boldness but you weren't anywhere close to being the perfect student you claimed to be. on the other hand you had no idea why he was laughing and it caused you to be self conscious wondering if you weren't doing it right.
gripping his thighs with both your hands as you try to take in as much of his as you possibly could. you're eyes begin to water as you feel him reaching the back of your throat. and he wasn't laughing anymore, his hand was gripping your hair tightly in his fist as you were lowering yourself on him. he moans quietly his voice causing you to get wet once more. "fuck..look at you taking my whole cock in that pretty little mouth of yours" he groans as he thrusts into your mouth, catching you off guard you pull back causing you to cough, but he didn't care. all he could see was how fucked up you looked after having his cock in your mouth the saliva dripping down to your chin.
he groans, feeling his dick twitch "babe, please don't stop now" that was your cue to take him into your mouth again, this time you waste no time and take in his entire length remembering to breath though your nose. "fuck.." you could feel him almost buckle his hips at the sensation. you begin to swallow, tightening your throat around him, the room is filled with the lewd sounds you're making and yoongi moaning your name as he grips your hair.
thrusting his hips into your mouth, you let him fuck your mouth. looking at him through your lashes as you squeeze your legs together to relief some tension between your legs, it doesn't go unnoticed by him, his breath fastens as he tries to not pull his dick out your mouth and shove it inside you doing everything he promised as he'd fuck you raw and fill you up to the brim. just the thought of it made him even more sensitive having your mouth tighten around him "fuck, babe hold on..stop" he growls as you ignore him but stare directly at him sucking harder on his cock. "shit" he slightly pushes you away from him.
you sit back, staring at him confused. "did I do something wrong?"
he breathes out as he tries to control his breathing, "come here" his raspy voice makes your legs twitch as his hooded eyes stare down at you "wha-"
"do you want to have sex or not" he raises a brow, clearly impatient but he won't force you if you didn't want to, even though you were just giving him head maybe you might not be ready to move on.
standing up slowly you undress. he takes it as if you agreed and hooks his arm around your naked waist, roughly in one swift move he has you laying on the bed. your back hitting your soft sheets. if he could, he'd put you on all fours and pound into you from behind, but he held back.
not yet
spreading your legs, he takes his place between them. seeing how wet you were from just having him in your mouth "you're dripping" he comments as he drawls his finger across your heat.
"you ready?" he presses the tip of his cock on your heat, rubbing a mix of your cum and arousal around your entrance. you nod, already impatient to feel him inside you. closing his eyes he lets out a frustrated sigh "fuck" he sits back, looking at you annoyingly
"I didn't bring any condoms" he curses at himself, sitting up you straddle him. sitting on his lap as you squeeze his dick between the both of you
"thats fine we ca-"
"no, I'm not fucking you raw. cause you're not on the pills" he groans when he feels your hand gripping his length and your thumb pressed against his tip "then what do we do" you whisper, pecking his lips with small kisses which were not helping him stay sane.
"fuck, lay on your side" he gently pushes you off his lap onto the bed, you lay on your side. your heart is slamming against your chest when he grips your leg, cock pressed against your heat as your thighs squeeze him. "are you sure you don't have any condoms with you"
"I really don't, I wasn't coming over to have sex with you. and I just realized I don't have any at home either" what you didn't know is that ever since you started acting up he stopped hooking up with people, especially her. He didn't have any condoms cause he wasn't in need of them. but he wasn't going to tell you that, even when he saw the bitter look on your face when he told you that he had none at all.
"you've been busy" he could hear the sarcasm in your voice, watching you roll your eyes at him and bite your inner cheek, only showing him how annoyed you are.
"babe, do you wanna continue or do you want to argue about this" he raises his brow, annoyed with your bratty behavior. but you just wished he'd deny it and tell you that he just hasn't had the need for them since he started dating you. but he didn't, he just had a dissatisfied look on his face with a hint of annoyance since you were ruining the fun.
"I hate you" you snare at him. you really didn't but at this moment you did. and he understood what you meant. "but you just love having my cock pounding into your lying little mouth"
"shut the fuck up, you know you love my mouth wrapped aroun-" lifting your thighs up as he presses them again his chest, laid over his shoulder he thrusts his cock against your pussy as it slides between your thighs "shut the fuck up already" he groans, his dick throbbing.
"fuck you" gripping his shirt you pull him down, lips slamming against each other, devouring each others lips as his lower stomach slams into the back of your thighs sliding his dick at a faster pace.
neither of you break the kiss even when your body was begging you for air, arms wrapped around his neck, moaning into his mouth as your tongues twist. his free hand fondling your breast before giving your nipples a pinch which gave you both a opening to get some air as you gasped.
his intrusive thoughts were getting to him when the tip of his cock was pressed against your entrance. he was drunk on adrenaline, he was ready to just thrust into you and fuck you senseless. he could, he wanted to, he was going to "shit..take a deep breathe in" he bites down on his bottom lip has he aligns his tip to your entrance you completely unaware of whats about to happen.
*ding dong*
both of your bodies freeze, yoongi letting out a small "fuck" as he's pulled back to reality and continues to curse himself for what he was about to do. startled you look at him confused as to why someone was at the door.
"were you waiting for someone" his brows furrowed, shaking your head he groans letting go of your thighs as he moves back giving you space to get off the bed, picking up your close as you look for each piece but failing to find your underwear. you dress rather quickly but you both kept staring at each other wondering who was at the door. once your dressed but still feeling the discomfort between your legs as your pussy was dripping wet. he bites down on his bottom lip, giving your ass a slap as you pass in front of him to get to the mirror and check your appearance. you glare at him, shaking your head in disapproval while he just smirks.
standing up with his dick upright and proud he hugs you from behind, kissing your exposed neck gently "you better send them away and come right back" his hand snaking between your thighs as he rubs your clit "don't make me wait" he thought you were bold, not wearing a underwear under your mini skirt but he kept quiet.
you nod, leaving the room as you shut the door quietly. fixing your hair a bit before opening the door. your eyes widening, as you give a forceful smile.
*・゚:*✧*:・゚*
your mom gives you a tight squeeze as he hugs you, "how have you been my cute little daughter" he laughs, bright smile on his face. you felt sort of guilty for what you were about to do before he arrived.
"i've been good" you kiss her cheek. she pulls away from the hug, "we knocked at yoongis apartment but he didn't come out"
"ah yes it's caus-" she hears another door close and to her surprise it's yoongi coming out of your room "I fixed it" he gives you a nod. automatically walks up to the both of you giving your mom a hug, "Oh, hello yoongi. what are you up to these days" she gives him a squeeze too. pinching his cheek causing him to laugh and giving her his gummy smile she adores. "nothing much, y/n bought new furniture and wanted me to set it up for her" he smiles "and dad?" he looks around, not having seen him when he scanned the room as he walked out.
"oh he's downstairs getting stuff out of the car, we brought you side dishes too. be a sweetheart and go help please" she stops pinching his cheek, giving her a nod he glances at you slightly before heading out.
"what furniture did you get"
"the one I sent you a photo of" you sheepishly smile. "what? that was about a month ago!" she was surprised you were just getting yoongi to set it up. in fact, he set it up for you the moment it got there cause you did not stop rambling about how excited you were to get it. you were surprised when you arrived home from a late class and saw your bedroom light on. since he had gotten home earlier than you and found the package outside your door. He took it as his mission for Friday night to finish it and have the luxury to sleep in cause if he didn't you would've had him up at the crack of dawn pestering him to set it up.
just outside your apartment was a angry yoongi who for all you would know probably has blue balls. his phone rings before he reaches the bottom level, picking it up without looking at the caller ID he rubs his forehead irritated. "what"
"where are you?"
taehyung, of course
"we aren't coming" pushing the door open he looks around to where your dad was parked "why not? come on y'all can bang some other time" he whines
"shut up dipshit, her parents came over"
"liar" y/n's dad waves over at him, lifting his arm to let him know he saw him as he walks towards the car. "shut up"
"how have you been" yoongi speaks up quickly
"tired, she made me drive over here to basically feed you guys" he sighs
"it's taehyung" yoongi stretches his arm towards your dad and he laughs. taking the phone he moves to the side giving yoongi a chance to get some items from the trunk "why are you annoying him so much" your dad lectures taehyung in a playful matter.
"yeah why not" turning to yoongi he has a huge grin on his face " there's enough food, how many of you are there? five?"
yoongi's head snaps up right away and he begins to shake his head "no don't do that" taking the phone from his hand "taehyung if you guys show up, i'll kill you" he hangs up the call after the sudden threat.
your dad can't help but laugh at him.
If they come over they'll never leave.
"how's it going with school" the trunk closes and the two begin to walk towards the building. "good, we're both set to graduate in spring"
your dad was proud, of both of you. there was a father, son connection he had with yoongi after seeing him grow up and all the time he spent in your house. Yoongi not having a great relationship with his father also was a big factor as to why your dad had to teach him everything. but he never complained, since your parents only had you. keeping yoongi around filled the urge of wanting a son.
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You both didn't have another "intimate" encounter after that for about two weeks. It would be a lie if I said I didn't want him and me to rush into it and just have sex but there was something blissful of how we could still be friends but there was a hint of affection in everything we did. I think i'm just delusional. Midterms were around the corner and you had no time to be obsessing over yoongi when you were close to failing your midterms.
you were bothering yoongi to spend time with you all week but he said he was busy. then again in the weekend he said he wouldn't have time, but he canceled last minute. yoongi being who he is, decided he'll keep an eye on you; forcing you to study in his apartment instead of yours. "if I let you stay there, you'll give up and pick up one of your books and waste the entire day reading" he scoffs, already annoyed by you trying to convince him that studying on your own would be the best idea; which you weren't lying. being in his apartment made you want to do anything but study.
sitting on the living room floor with all the books and notes spread on the table with your laptop on your lap, yoongi across from you with his glasses you studied his face instead of the paper in front of you. you thought how the glasses should make him look like a nerd but he was still handsome, glasses or not he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd.
his fair, but almost pale white skin made his golden brown eyes stand out. the big frame of glasses he was wearing didn't cover how deep and expressive his eyes were to the point you could get lost if you stared long enough. your eyes drift from his face to the paper but he was still wandering in your mind, keeping you from concentrating.
you wondered if someone else ever thought so deeply about his eyes as you had just done. the girl from the club and the party. the one he has no ties to but they seem to be exclusive came to mind. did she ever stare into his eyes and realized he wasn't all that special but he was definitely unique.
"you're distracted aren't you?" yoongi sighs. taking off his glasses as he sets them down beside his computer, his hand automatically rubbing his eye in annoyance. "could you blame me? i'm hungry". you whine. you weren't lying, all you had was toast with jelly for breakfast and surely that was long gone out of your system by now. he just chuckled as he saw you pout your lips at him, throwing his head back as he groans in frustration "fine, what do you want to eat. hurry up and decide so I can go get it" getting up from his place he walks to the counter to pick up his keys. "you decide, I don't care" you give him a smile knowing your answer would only annoy him more.
"I hate when you can't ever make decisions for yourself when it comes to food" he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, you let out a offended gasp and he laughs "fine i'll decide"
"yoongi"
"hmm" he response, clearly waiting for you to talk
"yoongi" you whine, "what" taking out his shoes from the small shoe cabinet he was thinking about what he was going to get the both of you to eat.
"yoongi" you cry out, making him throw his shoes to the ground as he turns to look at you clearly bothered that you were calling his name and as he asked what you wanted you didn't respond.
"where's my kiss" you pout, trying to be cute.
"you don't deserve one, i'm telling you what you want and you're being annoying" he scowls
"please" he sighs, making his way to you as he crouches down his hand gently cubbing your face as he presses his lips onto yours. your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him down making him chuckle, "hold on will you, weren't you hungry"
his arms were on your sides as his palms were on the ground keeping him from falling on top of you. "but I miss you"
"y/n we're literally always together" you peck his lips again, but don't stop there as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on his lip. his hand holds your nape as he kisses you. deepening the kiss, you let him take control. you let yourself fall slowly, back against the ground as he hovers over you without leaving your lips unattended.
your legs wrapped around his torso, pressing his body into yours. you both smile, if anyone asks you'd say you were studying your favorite subject as your hands made there way under his shirt.
"I have to go get something to eat" he catches his breath, staring into your eyes that were begging him to not leave "you're really thinking about food right now"
"yes, yes I am" he gives you his gummy smile that melts your heart each time. leaning down, he kisses your forehead "once you get on the pill then we'll have sex, but first pass your midterms" he gives you one last kiss before jumping up and leaving before you could drag him back. he wasn't wrong you hadn't gotten the pill yet since you've had been busy to go. just as you wanted it to happen so did he but right now it was you who was behind the hold up.
it had been a good hour since yoongi was gone, so when you heard the door bell go off you asked yourself if he had brought too much to the point that he couldn't open the door or was he just being lazy. putting your book down that you had sneaked in you walk to the door "really yoongi, how much did you brin-" your heart falls to your ass, it wasn't yoongi who you suspected. "oh?" she glares at you, her eyes glancing behind you as she looks inside searching for something..no...someone. "you're that girl, whats your name?" her eyes weren't hiding the dissatisfaction of seeing you instead of who she was expecting.
"shouldn't you be introducing yourself, you're the one knocking at my door" you scoff, hand on your hip as the other holds the door open enough for you to be seen but you block her view to the inside since you saw her sneaking a peek. "Eunju" she gives you a cheeky smile. "and you?"
"y/n" you smile back.
"right...where's yoongi"
your jaw clenched, you wanted to shut the door in her face and walk away but there was something that was bothering you. there was a rule yoongi set for himself, which is that he would never bring anyone to his place, cause you were next door and he just thought it would be better that way. so how did she know where he lived, clearly she had been here.
"not home" you reply, hinting at her to leave.
she eyes you, from bottom to top and then lets out a small laugh "so are you another one of his toys" she crosses her arms.
"excuse me?"
"well you're in his apartment, and you're being so defensive towards me cause clearly you know who I am" she had you choked up, she was right. you laugh, trying to keep your cool, but your palms were sweating and you were getting annoyed on how she could read you. "seriously, eunju? is that what you said your name was...anyways what are you doing here"
"I had plans with yoongi but he canceled on me, guess you're not so bad yourself to have him pick you over me" she shakes her head disagreeing with her own words.
"had he ever invited you to his apartment" you question her, finally asking the one thing you were really curious about. "well i'm here aren't I sweetheart" and that was it, that was the last thing you needed to hear to give up.
"well then come in" you smile "he'll be back soon" you walk inside letting her enter on her own, shutting the door. you ignore her stares as you walk into the living room sitting in your spot, quickly and discretely shoving the book you had just been reading into your bag. "oh, I misunderstood the whole situation y/n, you're both just study buddies huh" she had a smirk on her face, you wanted to just launch yourself at her and rip all her hair off her head. but you kept calm, the person you're really mad at is yoongi.
"what gives you that impression"
"well whenever I meet him we aren't holding books" you smile at her words, confusing her as she sits in yoongi's spot "maybe that's why you're so clingy, he barely gives you his time or attention" you shake your head, low chuckles.
you both just kept smiling at each other, waiting for either one to just talk.
"y/n, let me give you a warning"
lifting your head from the laptop that was on your lap you stare into her hazel eyes, which had a hint of silver. there's a moment of silence before she places her elbows on the table, she leans forward looking at you with a mocking smile "you and I are no different"
"don't be a delusional fool and make yourself think you're special to him"
"from all the people he's gotten involved with, the reason why i'm the only one he keeps coming back to is because i'm not some clingy bitch who wants more than just a good time. to him we're just a source of pleasure. nothing more" she looks at the books and moves some papers around before getting up from the floor "all of this, don't act like you can change him. he might be infatuated with you right now but once he gets sick of you he'll toss you to the curb"
you could feel your heart beating against your chest, but at this moment you were questioning if it was in your chest, the beat was so loud in your ears and you could feel it in your palms.
the last rule came to mind, the moment this was over he wanted to have nothing to do with you. her words were affecting you. "you got it all wrong" looking up at the pretty girl in front of you, you stand up. you both weren't taller than one another but she was slightly taller than you.
"unlike you, i know how to value myself. if you're going to let a man treat you like that then thats you. but I would never let anymore treat me like i'm just some toy for them to play with and then toss aside"
stepping around the table your face to face with yoongi's lover "I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think my relationship with yoongi is but don't fucking disrespect me"
there was tension, her soft gaze at you made you feel irritated. but you stood your ground.
the door then opens, but neither of you move from where you were standing, clearly having a stare off and you weren't planning to lose.
"y/n i've been texting you. why ar-" he stops mid sentence, shocked to see who was in his living room. he stares at eunju and glances back at you. mentally cursing himself, "we have a guest yoongi" you say, not breaking eye contact and neither does she.
"y/n" yoongi calls your name, placing the food on the counter. he walks towards the two of you. placing his hand on your shoulder he calls your name again, glaring at eunju. she knew from the look of his eyes that he was pissed at her. but she accomplished what she wanted by coming here. she wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and who yoongi was spending most of his time with. thinking she'd find some clingy bitch she ended up finding something more interesting.
"I like you y/n" she smiles, turning around, swatting his arm off of you. "well eunju since you took out time of your day to come here it would only be polite of me to not make you leave without talking to your friend, right" you smile at her, eyes creasing making her laugh "that's very kind of you y/n" she looks at yoongi who was watching you gather your things from the table. "y/n wait"
"make sure to eat, he brought food" you continue to ignore him, only talking to eunju who gives you a small nod.
"y/n"
you look up at yoongi, you could see how terrified he was. He knew that this was going to make shit worse between the two of you. "see you around" you tell her
"see you, sweetheart" it's not her fault, that were both wrapped around his fucking finger.
yoongi follows you to the door as you reach down to get your shoes "y/n, hold on."
"what" you tell him nonchalant
"what is she doing here"
"thats what I wanna know too" you spat, shaking your head in disbelief
"well why did you let her in?"
"just try not to be too loud" you give him a sarcastic smile, patting his shoulder a couple of times. He stares at you, angry. shoes finally on you open the door, shutting it behind you.
*・゚:*✧*:・゚*
The phone rings a third time before I can hear her in the other end, "hey babes, what can I do for you" she laughs, and not just a laugh meant for just you but a laugh that tells you that there are people with her and you're probably being a burden right now but it was important. you say her name desperately and she knew something was wrong. excusing herself from where ever she was you can hear how the music becomes faint and a door shuts cutting of all the chaos.
you fill her in quickly, not wasting her precious time. jihye exhales, "Damn!"
"i know" you sigh
"what the hell were you thinking?"
"what? me? he's the one who clearly has had her over" you defend yourself, you could imagine her rolling her eyes at your response "and who's the idiot that left him alone in a apartment with one of his fuck buddies"
"look, I was angry"
"clearly, just...i'll be there soon" jihye hangs up, "what??, why?!" you yell into the phone annoyed that she was coming.
"I don't hear anything" ear up against the wall, jihye gives you a thumbs up which you respond by rolling your eyes. "I didn't call you so you can come and try and eavesdrop next door, and by the way it's gross"
pushing off the wall she turns and stares "you are way to calm, just to be clear you know they could be fucking right now right"
"not that I care, but the walls are thin you would've heard something. and why are we talking about this" you brush off her comments getting up from your seat as you turn on the stereo, music from the last CD you had played begins. jihye sits back clearly annoyed with you. "how would you know when the two of you were fuc--"
"jihye!" you yell but not as loud, not sure if yoongi would hear you but you didn't want him to know she was here.
"he's never brought no one here"
"righttt" she gives a toothy grin "she just magically knows where he lives. and not just that but she confessed they had plans but he canceled"
"he said he wouldn't" you spat back, trying to convince yourself
"right, didn't you say he had no condoms either? what do you think happened?? disappeared in thin air?"
she was right and it was making you nauseous of how right she was. but what could you do, he was next door with someone he's willing to...doesn't matter.
"we don't even know if she's still there, she could've left"
"you're not wrong, but do you really think two hot people in the same place. alone and horny aren't going to fuck?"
"you're a horrible friend" you began to feel sniffly all of a sudden, tears threatening to fall soon. "I'm just....look I can cheer you on but do you really want to be with someone who makes you feel this way? it's not healthy"
she wasn't wrong it was becoming more stressful now than it was before you both were doing what ever you're doing. "should I just break it off with him" you fall back onto the sofa, she gives you the face that states "well it's your business" as she shrugs.
"can I stay over, I took a cab here and i'm a bit tipsy" she points at you then herself "we can have a sleep over, while we wait to see what happens"
"you just want to be nosey" you snap at her, shaking your head as your grin. annoyed but amused of her boldness.
"you know you love me" she shouts, arms thrown around you, "not right now I don't"
jihye knew what she was getting into by asking me to stay over, early next morning theres a knock on my bedroom door followed by yoongi's soft voice calling my name. But it wasn't me who got out of the bed and opened the door but jihye. He wasn't shocked, or at least didn't show it on his beautiful face thats always has a cold expression. "y/n" he calls my name, jihye not opening the door wide enough for him to see if I was even in the room. "she's asleep" she gives him her perfect "fuck off" face and he took it with no offense.
"Y/n, I we need to talk" he exhales, exhausted.
in fact you were awake, you were staring at the ceiling contemplating if you should get up ever since the first knock. The only reason why you're moving towards the door with jihye's back facing you is because you know these two are hardheads and they're going to crash.
hand on jihye's shoulder she looks back, and you finally get a glimpse of the man who has your heart in the palm of his hand and he uses it as a stress ball squeezing the fuck out of it every chance he gets.
"y/n we have to talk" jihye puts her arm around my shoulder protectively, stares yoongi down "alright go ahead" she responds, letting out a scoff he looks up at jihye, "alone"
you want to think that she was doing this for you and partially it is but she's always thought yoongi was a pain in the ass so she must be enjoying this a lot.
"jihye" you say her name softly, making her exhale before opening the door and pushing past yoongi "y/n, yesterday-"
"why didn't you come yesterday" it was a solid question. why didn't he just kick her out and then come over to your apartment right away and explain?
"because you left without explaining why you let her in and I just didn't want to argue" he says with a pointed look. "yoongi" I say with the most patient voice, but I didn't continue. it was silent, we both stood in the door way as he leaned on it shoulder against the wall his eyes never leaving me. "nothing happened"
you scoff, "yet you're only coming now"
"you left so I don't understand why you're mad, as my girlfriend you should've stayed" he's nonchalant, full of himself thinking he's completely right and innocent. but I don't know why I left, if it was what she said to me or that she knew where he lived. maybe it was both.
"what? you told her we were a thing?" you ask, head slightly tilting to the side. he lets out a long sigh "a thing? you mean if I told her we were dating then yes, yes I did" he shakes his head in disapproval, but he wanted to laugh. he loved seeing you mad with your cheeks puffed out and your darting eyes glaring at him. He loved it, but he kept this to himself for his own sake.
"y/n did she say something to you? why are you angry? look she didn't leave right away we sat and talked. there was something we needed to sit and talk about so I took advantage of you letting her into my place"
"how did she know where you lived, did you bring her over before" your brow raises, arms crossed as you wait for him to answer. "this is why I don't date, you females are so" he takes a deep breath before probing himself off the wall "she got my address from one of my friends, I don't know who, she didn't tell me" he says, passing by me heading to me bed, to his back I say "what's so great about her that you're exclusive with her"
"exclusive?" he laughs "where did you get that?"
"no matter who you ever hooked up with it was always a one time thing, but not with her. why?"
"look, I don't really wanna talk about my sex life with you. and first of all we aren't exclusive" you knew why, cause she's pretty, beautiful even. she has a nice body and perfect skin of course he'd want her to himself and she'd want him. "your just stalling because you don't want to answer the question"
his voice raises "I answered, you just didn't like my answer. y/n you always make me the bad guy. always make the worst of situations we were just talking alright, you don't have to be nasty about it. when would I have time to go see anyone especially her?! you're already a handful as it is. there's no one else so stop acting like a brat" jihye walks up the hall towards your room, eyes wide as she hears him yell at you. ever since she's known the both of you he's never yelled at you. you were as surprised as her too. she gives you a small wave as she runs towards the front grabbing her shoes and leaving you alone with him.
"i'm not you're toy you can play with and then toss away when you're done" you spat
"you know you mean more to me than anyone else, the fact that this is even crossing your mind is because you're just being dramatic" he says softly.
"she's pretty"
"you're gorgeous" he response automatically.
he didn't like this, you comparing yourself to her.
"she said you had plans with her but canceled last night" he shuts his eyes, inhaling "yes I was going to meet her but to do exactly what I did last night. talk to her and tell her that I wouldn't be seeing her anymore. that we are dating and that it was over" you wouldn't of had to do that if you weren't exclusive you thought.
"can we please move on from this, and don't ever talk about yourself like that. you know you mean the world to me y/n, I would never treat you like that"
"but yet you have"
his eyes staring at yours, confused of what you could be talking about.
"you said the moment you called this off, you wanted nothing to do with me"
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After that morning, yoongi seemed as if he was lost in thought a lot. Jimin caught us on campus a few days after and invited us to a "small" get together but we knew it was going to be anything but small. you look at yoongi expecting him to answer be he was just lazily looking at you as he shrugged "sure we'll be there" you give him a small smile. jimin stared at the two of you confused as to why the both of you were acting weird. but he came to the conclusion that you both just a stupid little couple fight and will get over it soon.
he couldn't be more wrong. "yoongi" you say his name after entering his car but he was still silent only a small hum left his throat. "are you mad?"
he purses his lips, "not at you if thats what you wanted to know" he says softly, his voice sounded tired as if he was trying to not come off as harsh.
"then who? eunju?"
"no, myself" he answers. the rest of the ride was quiet.
stepping out of the car, he shuts the door. you were wearing a pair of jeans with a cute blue off shoulder trim blouse. "won't you get cold"
"thankfully you brought a sweater"
"yeah but if i'm cold don't expect I'm going to take it off for you. should've brought something yourself" he grins, holding you hand as he walks towards the already loud house, people were out front in the lawn others were sitting on the front porch. "let's just head inside, and get this over with"
everyone knew that you both were a item, you wanted to ask yourself but the answer came to you the moment you entered the house and among the turning heads eunju was one of them but she was the only who didn't look surprised or murmured. instead she just smiled at you and drank from her red cup, you returning the smile.
yoongi was oblivious to the both of you, he was looking around for his friends, spotting jimin "there he is, come on" his hand on your lower back as he guides you through the crowd. you felt self conscious, there were people around you talking about how yoongi left eunju for someone like you, you knew yoongi heard them too but it was as if he was ignoring them.
you tug on his sleeve "everyone's talking about us"
leaning down to your height, he whispers into your ear "isn't this what you wanted? to basically own me, have everyone say you're my girlfriend?" he stared into your eyes, waiting for a response, but his cold answer made you shut you mouth. "now deal with it" he kisses your forehead, returning to the conversation he was having with someone who you didn't know their name.
you stared at him, confused. this is the first actual conversation you both had since that day. he was already acting weird so this only added more into the fire. "i'm going to go get a drink" you say rather quickly, walking out of the room before yoongi could say anything to you. you walk through the crowded halls until you stumble into the kitchen, just were I wanted to be.
there was a table set up in the middle with cups and drinks, tons of bottles of alcohol. you didn't feel like drinking, since midterms were basically next week you did not want to waste time dealing with a hangover rather than studying. picking up a cup you walk over to the fridge filling up your cup with water.
"hey" you hear someone speak behind you, the voice you right away recognized. "hello" you turn around once your cup was filled, and you were right it was eunju. lifting the cup up you take a sip, not breaking eye contact with her. "seems like you told everyone about yoongi and me" you smile. "you're welcome" she takes a drink from her cup too.
"oh, i should be thanking you?" you let out a small laugh
"I was only doing you a favor, you know how many were lined up to get a taste of your boyfriend" she raises brow. "I don't know what's going on between the both of you but just know that I hope you keep in mind the words you said that night"
"oh yeah? and what did I say exactly" you were noticing all the people were gathering in the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the two of you. probably wondering if there was about to be a fight between the two of you. but they weren't going to see one, at least not today.
"that you aren't like the rest of us" lifting her red cup she raises a brow, you raise your as she hits your cup with hers "cheers to that"
you both drink the remaining of your cup, her being the one to walk away first. as you watched her leave you thought about what you told yoongi when this whole absurd idea came to mind, that you hated him playing with these girls hearts.
"y/n" you hear yoongi's voice call your name. turning around you see him at the opposite side of the table "are you alright"
"never been better" you smile
"what are you drinking?"
"water, didn't feel like getting drunk today"
he gives you a slight nod "come, lets go out back. namjoon just got here" reaching out his hand you walk towards him intertwining your fingers with his. this was normal, even before you both dated. if you attended a party with him he never let you leave his side.
you were sitting with taehyung and jungkook, since yoongi was talking to namjoon and jin you felt as if you needed to give him space. jungkook was someone you had really just got to know today. you'd see him occasionally but there was never a opportunity for the both of you to actually talk. "so you're hyung's girlfriend" he hands you a drink.
"yeah" you nod, taking a sip of the drink without realizing he had handed you tequila. you give him a "what the fuck" look and he laughs "what? you looked stressed, one cup won't do nothing to you" he continues to laugh. taking your cup he hands his to you "fine fine, here's your water. I was just messing with you" shaking your head you drink from the cup after taking a sniff which his hand grips his shirt above his heart "wow I trick you once and you don't trust me no more"
taehyung laughs at his younger friend "should've made her drink the whole cup" he scoffs "when it comes to dating or being involved with yoongi in any way you need about three of those cups to get through the night"
yoongi, looks around, you watch him. his eyes finally finding you he nudges his chin towards the door. you give him a small nod, grabbing your purse from behind you. "well i'll see you later" you smile at the two of them who were turning their attention to someone getting thrown into the pool.
"it's late, we should start heading back" he says once you reach him. "yeah, i'm tired already" you yawn. his eyes narrow, "did you drink?"
"just a bit, jungkook gave it to me...can we go? my feet are killing me" and he was right it was getting chilly and you weren't planning to ask him for his jacket, walking passed him you enter the house which had less people since a lot of them were already in the back.
"since when are you close with jungkook?" yoongi follows behind closely, he was taking off his jacket ready to place it on your shoulders.
"i'm not, todays the first day I actually talk to him" you shrug, grinning when you feel him place the jacket on your back "put it on, you'll get sick" he mutters, pressing a button on his control his car makes a sound as the doors unlock.
"you should've gotten to know jungkook before we started doing this" he says, entering the car.
"why?"
"who knows, you two could probably hit it off and could've dated"
oh
you stay silent, he turns to you slightly as he places his hand on the back on your seat as he pulls out of the drive thru "and you would've been fine with it" you say, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, as if you heart pounds against your chest. "who knows, there's no point of thinking about it now. we're together " moving the gear shift once on the street he leans over and kisses you.
you hated him. right now, you wanted to open the door and just walk home.
"now i'm curious, what's so great about him"
yoongi grins, eyes on the road he doesn't respond to your childish remark. annoyed you face the window, getting comfortable as his jacket keeps you warm. you drift to sleep.
the last thing on your mind was jungkook, the man you just met for the first time. as your eyes closed all you could think about was how the piercing on his lip complimented his features and you thought about how you stared at his arm and wondered what all his tattoos meant.
⤖ genre: fluff, smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really
⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader
⤖ rating: 18+
⤖ warnings: explicit language, sexual content
summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.
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