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[rustedaffections]

i read. a lot. novels, fanfiction, stories honestly anything that pulls me in. i notice details most people miss, and i think about characters long after the story ends. this space is just me sharing the stuff i love and sticking to the worlds i care about. jk will probably show up here more than anything else.

[gl00s]

༘⋆ to whatever end.☘︎ ݁˖. • J.Jk x Reader

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Summary - For years, they existed in the space between friendship and love, too close to be platonic, yet never enough to be real. He treated her like she was his in private, only to pull away the moment things became too serious.

The night she finally chose to walk away from the man who once consumed her entire world, she carried something else with her too.

Four years later, a little girl, or fate perhaps—bring them back to each other.

Genre : second chance romance, unrequited love (at first), slow burn, accidental pregnancy, Friends → strangers → lovers, angst, fluff

Themes : emotionally unavailable! Jungkook , unlabeled relationship, friends with benefits(kind of), fear of commitment, one-sided devotion, accidental pregnancy, absent father (he doesn’t know), girl dad! Jungkook, second chances, yearning, found family, angst with happy ending

Chapters :

Chapter1 - The gravity between them.

coming 31.05.26

Chapter2 -

Chapter3 -

Chapter4 -

Chapter5 -

Taglist : Please comment, dm or ask to be in the taglist <3.

Note : Hii! so happy to be back:) How are you guys doing? This story might flop but it is what it is. I hope you all like it.🫶🏼

[jenyluv]

WAVE 𝜗ৎ part 1/2

wave— your weekly anonymous psychoanalysis on cute boys with broad shoulders and pretty girls in tiny skirts. make sure to not miss any updates from campus’ favorite emotionally invasive blog!

jeon jungkook is a notorious lady pleaser with a weak spot for pretty girls with big vocabularies. so when he unexpectedly meets you, a journalism major who happens to be the prettiest girl he has ever seen, he terribly, miserably folds.

PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x journalist!reader

GENRE: college au, fluff, smut, angst

WC: 12.5k (for part 1)

WARNINGS/DETAILS: fem!reader, ie major!jk, secret identity reader, jk thinks she’s soo pretty :( forced proximity?, reader’s kinda selfish sometimes, jk’s so horny the entire time, jk briefly kisses another girl, very cheesy college vibes, jealousy, alcohol consumption, smut wise: titty sucking, he hits it from the back, cowgirl, fingering, big d jk always

NOTES: okay you see, i write everything with the entirety of my heart and soul but this one carries details that are a bit too special to me compared to anything i’ve shared with you before. of course it’s just another silly little fanfiction but i got a bit absorbed into the characters and world building. also it feels like i’ve been working on this for ages so i wanted to share it in two parts bcs i was gonna lose my mind if i didn’t post at least parts of it soon enough. i hope you guys feel and enjoy this the same way i did while writing <3

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There's a specific kind of loneliness that exists exclusively in university boys who project their fear of intimacy onto women and ruin their perceptions of love solely to keep their fragile egos away from slipping through their fingertips and breaking down like blades of glass. 

Not because they're incapable of being loved. I'd say the situation is quite the opposite, actually. People like them are usually loved too loudly, too quickly. They become socially unavoidable before they become emotionally available— having mastered the art of making people feel personally seen while remaining uniquely difficult to access in return.

And maybe, that's where the actual problem begins.

Charm is easier to preform than vulnerability, attention is more addicting when you've never experienced a form of raw intimacy, and a real conversation probably feels worse than a pair of red, glossy lips. 

Every generation repackages the same socially gifted boy with commitment issues and calls him different names, swearing this one is different than the last.

But surprise, it's not.

This year's version just happens to wear leather jackets and lip rings to nine a.m lectures while also somehow possessing actual analytical skills in addition to social ones— perhaps the most alarming thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he isn't a business major. 

Because boys like Jeon Jungkook learn early that if they remain entertaining enough, nobody will notice how carefully they avoid stillness; as though silence might physically harm them. Does an engineering major make him interesting? Maybe. But does it fuel his hedonistic lifestyle? Not exactly. 

The bass is thudding loud enough to make the kitchen cabinets tremble with every beat, pulsing through the frat house in uneven waves that settle through your body like a second heartbeat. Alcohol that's cheap enough to poison you on an empty stomach spills over sticky counter tops, and the room reeks with the smell of warm beer mixed with something disgustingly similar to your ex boyfriend's cologne— you're going to throw up.

But you don't. Because, well, you can't. 

So you keep holding a cup of cranberry vodka in your hand despite accommodating a strong dislike for the drink, you keep your smile warm and flirty even though deeply missing the comfort of your bed and wanting nothing more than to rewatch Mamma Mia for the third time this month. And you keep bobbing your head along to the music even though you swear any house beat without proper lyrics would be enough to kill a fly. 

You keep your chin high and your posture straight because you need this. You need something tangible. A reaction, anything capable of sitting inside your palm until you can carry it home and pour into words later. Because you've already wasted at least three hours of your precious friday night here and you are not leaving unless you find something worth pocketing.

Luckily for you, said Jeon Jungkook is standing at the center of it all. 

His back is pressed against the kitchen counter as a girl keeps on kissing him as if the birth and death of her universe lies somewhere between his lips. Her fists are tangled in the collar of his leather jacket, tugging his body closer and closer into her smaller frame like distance is completely unnecessary, like she needs his body to melt and mold with hers to embody the entirety of proximity itself.

A familiar voice shouts his name from the living room, but Jungkook doesn't budge until someone else reaches over to steal the drink straight out of his hand, laughing into her mouth unapologetically.

He pulls away just enough to see whoever it is that's calling him, hands firming up on the girl's waist to stabilize himself. "Give me thirty seconds!" He shouts back casually.

The response is immediate. "You said that twenty minutes ago!"

"Then clearly I'm busy."

The girl in front of him rolls her eyes, hands loosening on his collar before dropping down to his chest. "You're an asshole."

"Mhm, you think?" He asks with a smirk playing on his lips, looking down at her. 

"Do you ever take a break or is your case of over sexuality a medical condition?" Mingyu complains, drinking the beer he has just taken from Jungkook's hand as their shoulders bump into each other.

Jungkook finally pulls away fully, shifting closer to Mingyu. "You're obsessed with me." 

Mingyu scoffs. "Unfortunate for Seoul's female population."

"Guys," Yugyeom interrupts, looking up from his phone with a sudden delight on his face, as if the light from his phone's screen has traveled and bloomed again behind his pupils. "Wave posted." 

The reaction arrives in less than a second, because Wave had long stopped being just another anonymous campus blog sometime during sophomore year. It became something students enthusiastically refreshed during lectures, sent feverish screenshots to group chats at ungodly hours. Because everyone somehow grew to love Wave— until they became the subject of it.

Jungkook closes his eyes briefly, sparing a fraction of a second to recollect the exasperation in his heartbeat, inhaling slowly. "I swear if this psychopath wrote about me again—" 

Yugyeom's grin widens. "Bad news, superstar." 

"For fuck's sake." Jungkook mutters, snatching the phone away from Yugyeom's hand while Mingyu's laugh echos loudly from besides.

The familiar layout of wave flashes straight into his eyes, light blue and dreamy and so fucking pretty for a blog this cruel. Well, cruel would be an exaggeration, if you weren't Jeon Jungkook.

"Oh my god." Mingyu gasps. "Second paragraph is crazy." 

"Crazy accurate." Jaehyun corrects, reaching over Jungkook's shoulder to keep reading.

"This person needs psychiatric help." He says flatly.

"Mhm." Jaehyun hums, taking a sip of his drink. "You say that because you secretly agree with everything." 

Okay, you see, that's the problem with Wave. 

The issue had never really been the concept itself, because Wave has always been undeniably good. Jungkook can survive a day or two of public embarrassment. God knows he has spent the last two years of university building an almost concerning amount of immunity to people's uncalled opinions. The problem is that whoever it is that's sitting behind that stupid light blue website is unsettlingly gifted at noticing things they absolutely shouldn't. The tiny, quiet things people lock somewhere safe beneath their hearts and reveal only when they trust someone with their lives. 

It suffocates him sometimes, not that he'd ever say it like that.

"I'd rather die than agree with this hypocrite." He says instead.

Jaehyun nods dismissively. "Right."

The girl beside Jungkook leans over his shoulder, eyes laced with curiosity. "Wait, keep reading." 

"Use your damn phone." He shuts her off immediately, handing the phone back to Yugyeom.

Yugyeom grabs his phone in one hand while he shakes Jungkook's shoulder dramatically with the other. "Did you do something to this writer we don't know of?"

"Why are you acting like i personally asked to be publicly humiliated?" 

Mingyu shrugs. "Because you clearly enjoy it a little.

"I actually don't." Jungkook argues. 

Majority of the people around him dissolve slowly, disappearing into the crowd to find their own group of friends to gossip on the article that just got posted, leaving Jungkook with his own group of friends who unfortunately do not make up the IQ of a normal person even when merged together.

"Hey," Jungkook says like he suddenly remembered something so crucial, angling his body towards Jaehyun. "Have you seen Mark?" 

Jaehyun's brows pull together. "Thought he was coming later."

"He texted me like an hour ago." 

"Your secret little rendezvous?" Yugyeom asks knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

Mingyu gasps dramatically. "You're cheating on us with the music major?"

"None of you are funny." Jungkook says, shaking his head once before letting his gaze drift around the kitchen while Mingyu and Yugyeom start arguing about something else entirely.

Then he spots you.

Oh. 

Jungkook knows you. Okay, he doesn't exactly know you, but he knows of you. Through Mark, through Yugyeom, through this and through that but never truly by heart.

You, with a face carefully designed by gods, standing there mindlessly as if you aren't the textbook definition of beauty itself. You, who'd without a doubt get his cock rock solid in mere seconds by rolling your eyes and laughing at how dumb he is. You, who'd pretend to not be fazed by him while very obviously blessing him with flirty smiles and inviting eyes.

You would be…mildly inconvenient for him.

"Why are you staring at her like that?" Jaehyun asks from besides him. 

Jungkook tears his eyes away immediately. "You're seeing things."

Mingyu laughs loudly, chiming in a beat later. "You literally are." 

"Shut up." 

"You don't even know her like that." Yugyeom adds, grinning. 

"I know enough." 

Jaehyun lifts his brows accusingly. "That is?"

Jungkook opens his mouth, but closes it again in no time. Because somehow saying prettiest girl on campus who'd drop him to his knees by casually using words he has to mentally spell twice feels a little excessive for a girl he's never had a proper conversation with in his life. 

"Mark's friends with her, right?" He asks instead. 

Jaehyun nods slowly, a little suspicious. "Yeah." 

"Cool." Jungkook replies. And before any of his friends can say another word, he's pushing himself away from the counter and walking towards you. 

Mingyu gasps dramatically behind him. "Oh my god, he's approaching." 

"Act natural!" Yugyeom shouts over the music. 

Jungkook scoffs in exasperation, but he doesn't turn around, walking towards you as he flips them off by waving a hand behind. 

You notice him coming over almost immediately. Because Jeon Jungkook isn't exactly one to go unnoticed by many, and that sadly seems to cover you too. There is something annoyingly conspicuous about him, visible even in places that are so crowded you lose your friend within the bare minute of getting there. 

Maybe it's the broad shoulders, maybe it's the tattoos and the lip rings that usually wink at you before even he gets the chance to, or maybe it's the fact that everybody seems to orbit around him with a push and pull so heavy it feels like he's the center of gravity itself.

It's probably the shoulders. 

Miyeon, your gorgeous best friend, notices him too as his steps get closer and closer to where you are standing. Her lips twitch knowingly around the rim of her cup. "Well," She murmurs into her drink. "This should be interesting." 

Jungkook stops right in front of you before you can reply to your friend. "Hey." He greets easily. And annoyingly enough, his voice sounds exactly the way the rest of him looks.

You tilt your head slightly, half empty cup swaying between your fingers. "Hey yourself."

Jungkook blinks once before letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh, this is already going badly for me." 

Miyeon snorts into her drink, but you quickly nudge her arm before she says something she shouldn't. "I'm looking for Mark." Jungkook continues, gaze shifting back towards you. "Have you seen him?" 

"You're looking for Mark?" You repeat, cocking a brow. 

And for some reason, Jungkook's smile widens. "We were supposed to meet." 

The answer catches you a little off-guard. Not because Jungkook knowing Mark is strange. It's not, everybody knows Mark. But because there is something in the way he says it. He's saying it seriously, with intention. Like whatever they're meeting about actually matters to him and that's not something you can coherently place somewhere solid in your head.

"You sound committed to that." You say before you can stop yourself.

Jungkook squints his eyes. "I can commit to things."

You take a sip of your drink, taking your time with the action as your brows raise with something laced with accusation. "You sure?"

Jungkook's eyes widen just slightly as Miyeon turns away, trying to hide her laughter. But she cackles anyway. "That's crazy." He says, a loose grin forming on his face. "You know absolutely nothing about me." 

"You don't exactly strike me as somebody mysterious." 

"Yeah?" He breathes. "What do i strike you as?"

You roll your eyes, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. And whatever that happens in Jungkook's chest— it's deeply unfortunate. 

This is exactly his type, horrifically so. Pretty has never been an issue for Jungkook, he has been surrounded with pretty all his life. Pretty and mean, on the other hand, is apparently where the problem in his pants begin. 

But before either of you can continue, Jungkook's name is yelled from across the room. "There you are!" Mingyu shouts, throwing an arm around Jungkook's shoulders after he makes his way towards you. "Some girl is throwing up on Jaehyun's shoes because you disappeared." 

Jungkook closes eyes briefly, inhaling a long breath. "See? What's commitment if not that?" 

You laugh despite yourself, loud and real and so fucking pretty Jungkook thinks he might've forgotten how to breathe properly. 

"I'll tell Mark you were looking for him." You say. 

"Appreciate it." He says before stepping backward towards the kitchen, then pauses suddenly. "By the way," He starts, causing you to raise a brow. "You're prettier than your articles sound." 

Your expression freezes for a beat, lips parted and head still tilted. A lazy smirk dances on Jungkook's features before disappearing back into the crowd behind Mingyu, leaving you standing there with your drink still halfway raised. 

Miyeon slowly turns towards you. "What the fuck was that about?" 

Your eyes linger on the hallway Jungkook disappeared into, gaze floating like you've just wandered into an ocean with no trace of the start and end. Because no, you don't have an idea on whatever the fuck that was either.

Your phone buzzes before your thoughts can swallow you up any further.

namjoon: still awake?

Your eyes flick between the small digital clock on the corner and the text in the middle of your screen before your fingers move over the keyboard.

you: i'm at yugyeom's party

namjoon: you posted during a frat party?

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you, though you're sure he feels it behind the screen.

you: it was queued

namjoon: ah

namjoon: coffee at mine?

namjoon: you can sleep over

You lift your head at something Miyeon says, nodding your head without really listening to what she's talking about. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, weighting your options before deciding to give in.

you: wow, the honor

you: on my way

The city feels different after midnight.

Maybe not quieter, because noise never really dies down on friday nights. People like to laugh, dance, live. Because modern time doesn't really allow love anymore. Because people spare friday nights for themselves and keep it tucked somewhere they know it belongs. Because people yearn to belong and time doesn't like to stretch and bend around desire. It just moves. 

The city feels softer, as if somebody reached over and mellowed the space so that everyone could find a place for themselves. At least, that's exactly the way you feel when your uber drops you off outside of Namjoon's apartment building twenty minutes after you leave Yugyeom's place. The clock is ticking past two in the morning, and by the time you make your way upstairs, your feet are aching and your social battery has officially ran out.

When the door opens, Namjoon greets you with that same old warmth you've had memorized for nearly four years— almost the entirety of your college years. He gives you a hug before disappearing back into the hallway, informing you of how the coffee is almost done. 

His place is dim except for the kitchen, where a warm light spills in and drapes over the entire apartment in a yellow hue. It always smells the same here. Not in a weird way, not at all. Just very…specific. It smells like books that have already been read at least twice and expensive coffee beans that are too niche for you to have any understanding of— because to the normal person, they all just taste the same.

Definitely not to Namjoon. 

You slip your heels off by the door, following him into the kitchen after dropping your purse somewhere on the couch. "Do you want to lose all the sleep left in your system?" You ask, gaze dragging over the empty coffee mugs on the counter. 

Namjoon stands in the kitchen with his back turned to you, dressed comfortably in some gray sweatpants and a dark colored hoodie. His glasses sit low on his nose, hair falling onto his forehead in messy strands. "I'm writing something." He says, a soft smile forming on his face as he pours in the hot liquid carefully. "How was the party?"

You climb onto the counter, plopping your body onto the marble as your legs dangle above the height. You unashamedly stare at him for a moment, taking in the sweats and the glasses and the fact that he somehow still looks put together despite the hour. Because Namjoon looks a little unfair like this— annoyingly intelligent and completely at home.

"It was loud." 

Namjoon hums, handing you the mug. "The alcohol was terrible, i spent the whole night trying to keep Miyeon away from Yugyeom, and someone cried in the bathroom after throwing up on the floor."

"Sounds typical to me." 

You take a sip of the coffee, then groan immediately because it's still too hot to drink, before setting it down with exaggerated annoyance dancing on your face. You trail behind him into the living room, pulling your legs beneath yourself as you sink into the couch while he settles right next to you with his laptop balanced over one knee.

"You're actually writing." You say, eyeing him over the rim of your mug.

"I told you." Namjoon says, giving you a brief glance before he turns his attention back onto the screen. 

Your eyes absentmindedly drift towards the screen of his laptop, floating over the margins that are filled with notes, sections that are highlighted, pages filled with comments and edits that are all very Namjoon. And for a second, for the entirety of a thousand milliseconds that feel way longer than it actually is, your own laptop sitting abandoned inside the void of your apartment suddenly feels eccentrically heavier. 

"My advisor hates me." 

Namjoon doesn't look up. "Did he say that?"

You sink lower into the couch, sipping your coffee slowly without forgetting to blow onto it. You can not burn your mouth again, not a chance. "No, but he looked disappointed." 

Namjoon sighs. "I know it sucks and you want to strangle him to the depths of death, but he just has high expectations from you."

You groan dramatically. "It's so annoying." 

Namjoon hums, nodding along as his eyes scan through the screen. "How's the thesis going?" 

That's when you gift him the pleasure of absolute silence. Because unfortunately, deeply unfortunately, somewhere along the way, your thesis and Wave started bleeding a little too much into each other and now everything feels way too personal and disgustingly intimate. 

Not entirely, of course. Wave is still just a tool for you to learn and observe without tracing everything back to yourself. But lately, it has started to feel a little less objective and a little more on the edge. 

You didn't lose the hang of it, not really. You're still the same girl writing with the same devotion for the same purpose. Just…there has been small slips here and there, noticeable only to people who know you well enough to search for them. 

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. "It's progressing." 

Namjoon's eyes drift towards you, and your gaze lifts until it catches his own in the air. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask when he stares at you for a second too long. 

"You don't sound too truthful." 

You scoff, then roll your eyes before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it in his face. But being the man he is, Namjoon catches it without looking. Damn him. 

"You write about Jungkook a lot." He says suddenly. 

You shrug. "He's easy material." 

"You've written about him four times by now."

You pause, squinting your eyes as every piece of writing you've ever published in the last two years flashes through your eyes. Because there is no fucking way you've written about that tattooed excuse of sex on legs for four entire times. "Four?" 

"Four." He repeats. 

You drop your shoulders in defeat. "You're very unlikeable tonight." 

"I'm just providing you with my opinions." He says, typing while speaking. "You can't ask for help if you aren't going to take my advice." 

You pull your knees closer against your chest. "I don't ask for your opinions." 

"You called me crying over an econ elective last year." 

You sit up immediately, placing the mug onto the coffee table. "Okay, first of all, it wasn't entirely like that—" 

"I distinctly remember you saying, and i quote, what do i do now, Joon, my future is over." He states dramatically, voice disgustingly sweet and high pitched as he mocks you.

You stare at him, frozen and absolutely horrified. "I was vulnerable." 

Namjoon hums, and you let yourself fall backwards dramatically against the couch cushions, throwing an arm over your face as if that's enough to physically protect yourself from embarrassment and humiliation. 

It doesn't, of course. Because nothing ever really preserves you from embarrassment when it's Kim Namjoon you're talking about.

A comfortable silence settles into the living room, allowing you drown yourself inside the small indicators of life around you. You can hear his keyboard clicking softly as he keeps working on something you have no idea about, the occasional scratch of the ceramic mug against the wood table, the faint jazz pieces playing from the speakers hidden somewhere further inside the apartment. And just as you were about to part your lips and make a comment on how his furniture is so outdated, he beats you to it.

"Oh." 

Your arm slowly lowers from your face, eyes squinting and peaking above it. "What?" 

"Are you still helping Mark with that project?" 

Oh yourself.

Everything in you physically stills, slowly and painfully, like dread is begging to be felt properly until your bones ache and sizzle with the weight of it. Because you— catastrophically, miserably, terribly; had forgotten all about it. Not in a small, oops, i should probably text him back way either. No, you had forgotten in a way that bordered on a severe case of friendship betrayal and negligence. 

You close your eyes, inhaling a long breath. "Hypothetically speaking…" 

Namjoon finally looks up. "You forgot, didn't you?"

You did, and of course he notices. Because if Kim Namjoon has spent four years studying journalism, he has spent six studying you.

Namjoon had become one of those people that had entered your life quietly yet stayed just as loudly, making himself impossible to imagine a life without in absolutely no time. Just like wine or Wave or the concerning amount of mediocre sex you've been having since your last boyfriend. 

You had met him during the first few weeks of your freshman year when he was already a junior and head editor of the university journal. Back then, he existed in your head less as a person and more as a terrifying academic urban legend you'd never admit looking up to. But you didn't have to admit it out loud, because even the older students spoke about him with an obnoxious amount of respect.

You hated him. 

But obviously, that didn't last long. As you kept sharing nights filled with stories, words and worlds no one knew existed besides the two of you, he started to matter. He'd remembered your exam dates, bought you coffee during finals, edited your essays at three in the morning. He'd answer your phone calls involving emotional breakdowns over electives and boys and broken sink pipes, then solve whatever crisis you were having in little to no time. 

So naturally, somewhere along the way, your editor had turned into an older brother and became annoyingly good at reading you— so much that you're sure he keeps a version of you that's all bare and vulnerable somewhere hidden in his furthest drawers.

Because he knows you. Good enough to notice the tiny moments where Wave feels a little too personal. To notice the way that sometimes, your thesis blurs into the rest of your life and you get caught up in the gravity of it all, so much that the project you'd promised to help with weeks ago somehow slips away from your mind despite Mark being one of your dearest friends. 

Because Namjoon doesn't forget, and Mark will definitely kill you if you don't show up at his studio with breakfast and two cups coffee by tomorrow morning. 

Musicians who are brave enough to lay their souls open between rhymes and harmonies have always felt intimate.

Music is vulnerable, always has been. Everyone knows that. But there is something utterly naked and personal beyond the in reach vulnerability of it all. 

It's the little things.

The version of them that existed on a random Tuesday in October, the argument they never really recovered from yet still shaped them into whoever they are today. The person they almost loved, the one they did love…They leave pieces of themselves behind between late nights and early mornings, and it never matters whether it's accidental or not. Because everything they touch transitions into something that carries their traces and that's enough to feel their souls on top of your own.

And, i think, that truly sums up Mark Lee as a person. 

Because Mark has always felt like someone composed of the little things. He'd attach songs to memories you won't realize matters until months later, respond to texts even if it wakes him up from his sweetest dreams. He'd turn feelings into poems and records then archive them in anything that's permanent. 

In college, people tend to think popularity belongs to the loudest person in the room. But despite being loved through the depths of the ocean until the very end of Milky Way, Mark Lee has never really been loud.

Just unforgettable. 

Three days later, you find yourself standing outside of Mark's studio with two iced coffees in one hand and a kind of resentment that's loud yet entirely unserious in the other. Because Mark has spent the last forty eight hours guilt tripping you through frantic phone calls and dramatic text messages. And you, for some reason, can not for the life of you bring yourself accept the fact that you've forgotten your promise and properly apologize.

At least you got the coffees. 

You push the studio door open without knocking, because Mark has never once respected your privacy and therefore doesn't exactly deserve it in return. As the door falls unleashed and sunlight spills until it drapes over you in a golden glow, there are a few things you expect. A Justin Bieber song Justin Bieber himself has probably forgotten about, unfinished coffees and half empty beer bottles scattered around the room, maybe even his ex girlfriend lounging somewhere in the corner because you're almost entirely certain Mark would slip straight back into her heart if she ever left it even slightly open. 

But Jeon Jungkook is not one of them.

He's sitting besides the mixing desk, leaned back comfortably in his chair wearing a black hoodie with headphones hanging around his neck, one leg bouncing lazily beneath the table while he scrolls through something on his phone.

He looks up from the screen when the weight of your presence becomes impossible to ignore. He blinks once, twice, then smiles. 

Shit, he has dimples.

"Well," Jungkook says slowly, leaning back further into the chair as he drags his eyes over you. "This just got better than i expected." 

Your reply comes immediately. "No." 

Jungkook blinks, eyes widening just slightly. "I…didn't even say anything." 

"You thought of it." 

He cocks a brow. "Thought of what?" 

You roll your eyes, dropping your purse onto the table before leaning your hip against it. "You know what." You say, and he silently stares at you for a second longer before the corner of his mouth starts twitching. 

This doesn't make sense. Not at all. 

Because certain people feel attached to certain places long before they step into them. Mark belongs in studios and beneath the stars and somewhere right in the middle of your heart. Namjoon belongs beneath the warmth of yellow kitchen lights and homes that silence everything else until it's quieter than the rest of the world. Miyeon belongs anywhere between flowers and pretty cafes that somehow never match up to her beauty. 

And Jungkook…Jungkook belongs beneath flashing lights that paint his features in colors that would look good on nobody but him. He belongs in crowded spaces and with girls who lean in a little too close whenever he speaks. He belongs anywhere loud and alive.

Just not here. Because music feels too intimate for him somehow. 

"You know." He says after a moment, still smiling. "I thought there was a chance i imagined you." 

You let out a low chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest after placing the coffees onto the table. "That's a little dramatic." 

"I'm being dead serious." 

"Well, you approached me." You say, tilting your head slightly, letting your eyes drift over him before they return back to his face. "And you don't seem to have that strong of an imagination."

"You're mean."

You groan playfully, leaning your hip against the armrest of his chair. "That's so not true." 

A small smirk plays out on his lips. "Good thing i like my girls with a little attitude." 

Pardon? Your girls?

"You're being very brave today." 

Jungkook stares at you for a second, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in a way that's not rude, just playful enough to carry traces of something cocky beneath it. He lets the silence melt and sit right in the middle of your bodies for a beat too long, then speaks.

"You're flirting with me right now." 

Your head snaps towards him immediately, and you almost choke on your own saliva. Not because you're shocked. How can you be when he has built a whole persona on candied words and pretty girls and an ego that's definitely bigger than what's between his legs. It's because he says it so easily, and you hate that. 

So no, absolutely not. You, flirting with Jungkook? No way in hell. 

You narrow your eyes. "No, I'm not." 

"Mhm." He hums, swinging left and right in his seat with a growing grin on his face. 

Okay, no. That's enough. You're not doing this any longer. You don't want Jeon fucking Jungkook to think he has a chance at having you naked and open and wide on his stupid iron man mattress. You don't want to demonstrate the size of his cock with your hands when Miyeon asks on girls night, and you most definitely don't want Mark walking in on you bickering like two horny teenagers with the self control of fucking rabbits in heat. 

So you change the subject. 

"You sing?" Brilliant. 

And peculiarly, his smile softens a little at your question. Not drastically, not enough for the entire room to shift and bend around him until it's his breath only you're drowning inside. But it's enough. Enough for you to notice the way something gentler briefly peeks through before hiding again. And you, for some reason, find yourself reaching over and folding it carefully to hide somewhere safe amongst all the other precious details people accidentally leave behind. Somewhere only you carry the map of and know how to find again. 

Jungkook glances up. "Sometimes." 

Sometimes. 

It's funny how he says it, like it matters too much that his tongue can not carry the weight of it, so he just shrugs it off like it's anything. Sometimes, he says. As if Mark would ever involve someone who does it just whenever. As if Mark would ever reach for something that's sitting right in middle of his soul and hand out a piece of it to just anyone. 

"You look judgemental." He adds.

You shrug. "I'm just surprised." 

Jungkook's eyebrows lift at your answer, like he knows there is another thought sitting beneath it, quietly waiting for the permission to exit. But before he can get the chance to ask about it further, the studio door suddenly swings open. 

Mark walks into the room with an amount of rush that should be concerning for this time of the morning. His hair is messy, bag is tucked beneath his arm and an iced americano is trying to balance clumsily between his fingers as he tries finding a place to squeeze himself in.

"Okay, first of all. Traffic should be considered the worse case of masochism the human kind has done to itself." Mark rambles, barely waiting for the door to close behind him before speaking, words tumbling out of his mouth in consecutive complaints. 

"And you," He kicks the door shut with his foot before continuing, pointing a finger at you. "After forty eight hours of emotional neglect, show up with iced lattes? I don't drink lattes. That's for pussies who don't understand coffee." 

You roll your eyes. "I do something nice and you still complain." 

"You completely forgot me and brought coffee out of guilt."

You pause, looking down at the table before speaking again. "It's still coffee."

Jungkook laughs quietly besides you before Mark cuts in again. "Okay, so basically," He breathes, gesturing around the room. "This is my senior project, the one I told you about three weeks ago and you forgot because you apparently don't care about me anymore. It's a short film of my album with a narrative concept." He turns to Jungkook. "He's singing." 

Your eyes drift around in silence, taking in the headphones and the sheets filled with lyrics and the fucking sometimes he threw at you as if it meant nothing.

"And you," Mark angles his body towards you. "Are helping with the writing." 

"Mark," You argue, because what can you possibly be writing? Music? You don't do music. You write people, you write anything between stories and analysis but not music.

"Don't Mark me right now. You agreed to this weeks ago." He says as he rolls his eyes, chugging down his coffee. "The story. You're writing the narrative and the emotional structure, obviously."

Oh. Right. 

Because of course Mark wouldn't just make music. No, he has always been incapable of touching one art form without dragging five others to it. Because Mark Lee is a man of passion and he won't do anything without making it entirely his. 

"Apparently you said music without context feels lonely to Yoongi's trap arrangement last week." Jungkook says without really looking at you, swinging mindlessly in his chair. 

Your head snaps towards him. "How do you know that?"

Jungkook blinks once, like he hadn't expected to say that out loud yet did anyway. His eyes flicker between you and Mark before he collects himself back together and shrugs casually. "Mark talks about you." 

That's…annoyingly sweet of him. 

"You talk about me?" You coo with a voice disgustingly candied, head tilted as you reach for Mark's arm. 

"Oh my god." Mark groans dramatically, but he doesn't pull his arm away. "No, because Jungkook, don't let her fool you. She acts all nice and sweet then suddenly you're buying her food and driving her to places." 

You open your mouth immediately, ready to defend yourself. You turn towards Jungkook, response already on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spilled— only to stop.

Because Jungkook is already looking at you. Not in a weird way, not in the way boys usually look at pretty girls when they think nobody is noticing. Just…gentle. His smile is still there, only now it has grown and molded into something smaller. The kind that doesn't really ask for attention, the kind that simply stays there because it wants to. His eyes feel softer too, like's he's really listening, sitting through the spaces of your presence until he feels it permanently engraved into his mind.

It feels a little precarious. 

And perhaps the most annoying thing about Jungkook is that the disappointment never really arrives.

Because eventually, the conversation shifts and folds itself until time starts passing in a kind of haziness where it melts into something thinner. Mark disappears into one of his passionate spirals regarding symbolism and the basics of music theory and you somehow find a way to contribute just as passionately despite not exactly having the qualifications to do so. 

That's normal. That doesn't surprise you, it has happened enough times to not be the slightest of a deal. But Jungkook, Jungkook surprises you. 

Maybe not dramatically, maybe not in ways worth writing Wave articles about. It's the little things, tiny things that somehow fill in the entire space and make their way into the dearest corners of your heart. 

Like how he listens with his entire body, the way he turns towards whoever it is that's speaking and stays there, like he genuinely thinks people deserve to be heard all the way through. The way he never interrupts Mark despite the fact that Mark tends to over explain things as if he himself personally invented art and human emotion. The way he nods along quietly, asks questions at exactly the right moments without ever interjecting anyone and reaches over to hand you your drink when you start looking for it. 

And somewhere in the middle of the complexity of it all, Jungkook sings. 

Mark points towards the recording booth in the middle of his nth rant today, and Jungkook pushes himself up from the couch besides you with a small sigh before disappearing behind the glass doors of the booth. And for some reason, your eyes follow him through each passing second, because simply standing behind a microphone with overhead headphones should not look this different on somebody. 

Because suddenly, he's stripped out of everything you've subconsciously built for him. And for some stupid, sick, twisted reason, Jungkook looks ridiculously hot like this. 

He adjusts the headphones over his ears before leaning towards the microphone slightly, eyes lowering as Mark presses something on the screen. 

His voice happens a beat of two after the music starts, and it happens big. Like waves crashing into rocks, like starts falling down the sky, like spring melting into summer and summer clashing against fall. 

It's stupid. 

He's not bad, god, you wish he was bad. No, not at all. Because Jungkook sings exactly the way the listens. Softly, fully, like he throws himself into it before realizing he's doing it. Like somewhere in the middle of every rhyme and every note and every breath, there are pieces of him patiently waiting to be discovered. 

You understand why Mark chose him. 

Jungkook drops beside you onto the couch with a tired groan after Mark decides he's poured enough of his soul for today, and you find your eyes grazing over him as he scrolls through something on his phone. 

"You're staring." Jungkook says, not even looking up from his phone.

You blink. Fuck. "Excuse me?" 

He hums, lips twitching beyond his control. "Mhm." 

You angle your body a little more towards him. "I literally wasn't." 

He nods, still not looking at you, but he's still smiling. 

You stare at his profile for a little longer as Mark works over the keyboard in silence, then find the words escaping your mouth before you can hold them in. "You sound different when you sing." You say quietly. 

Jungkook stills a little. Just a tiny, little falter that happens in his body. His eyes lift slowly from the screen, then catch yours before speaking. "Different?" He asks.

You shrug immediately, trying to fold the conversation into something drastically more casual. "Just less annoying." 

Jungkook laughs, shoulders shaking beside you. "Less annoying." He repeats, grin growing. 

You roll your eyes immediately. "Don't let it get to your head." 

"You know," He says after letting a beat pass, and you turn your head back towards him. "You say very mean things for someone who can't seem to stop staring." 

Your brows lift in offense. "I do not stare." 

He blinks. "You do." 

You scoff. "You're delusional." 

Jungkook hums softly. "Earlier, when Mark was talking—" 

You don't let him speak. At least, you try. "No."

"And then when i was recording—" 

"Jeon." 

He's fully smiling now, like he's getting the most ridiculous amount enjoyment he possibly can get from this. You stare at him in silence, lips parted and expression faltered. Jungkook stares right back at you, that stupid smile never really leaving from his lips. And for some sick and twisted reason, your stomach does a tiny little flip that irritates you through the entirety of your skin and bones. 

Then, as if god has finally acknowledged the depths of your suffering, Mark cuts in exactly at the right time. "Oh my god." He gasps. 

Jungkook blinks from next to you, gaze drifting onto him. "What?" 

Mark doesn't respond for a moment, and that's deeply concerning for a man who'd speak even at the verge of death.

You slowly sit up. "Mark?" 

His frozen state continues for a beat longer before he suddenly springs up from his chair. "No no no." 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks as his brows pull together, leaning onto his knees. 

"I," Mark starts, looking down at his feet before he slowly, dreadfully searches for your eyes. "I'm late." 

Jungkook scrunches his nose. "You're late for what?"

Your eyes widen when the realization slowly stretches then breaks through you. "Oh my god." You breathe dramatically. 

"Stop saying oh my god!" Jungkook snaps, thoroughly lost. 

Mark closes his eyes, taking in a long, guilty breath. "I'm supposed to be meeting up with Yerin." 

Jungkook's phone falls onto the couch. "You're meeting your ex?"

"You're late to meeting your ex." You correct. "And you're wearing that?"

Mark looks down, eyes taking in the gray sweatpants and the black hoodie he has worn so much it's practically another color now. "Oh my god." 

He quickly gathers up his belongings, then slings his bag over his shoulder before making his way to the door. He's able to take approximately three steps before he suddenly stops, and slowly, very slowly, turns to you.

"Can i take your car?" 

You blink a few times before responding. "Absolutely not." 

"Please," He begs, bending above his knees with impatience. "Please, I'll do anything. Imagine if she thinks i stood her up. She's going to leave me for good this time and I'll be left to crumble and die in my own sorrow." 

After two or five separate sequences of long inhales and deep consideration, you give in. "If you scratch it, I'll kill you."

He runs over to you fast. "Thank you, thank you. Oh my god, i love you." 

"Okay, okay. Stop." Before you even get the chance to return his hug, he's already grabbing your keys and shoving it into his bag. Jungkook stares from besides you silently until the very last second of Mark's departure, then bursts into laughter the moment the door closes shut. 

"Stop." 

"I'm trying." Jungkook says between fractions of laughter. 

You sigh. "No you're not." 

"I'm literally trying my hardest." 

Liar.

Because now, he's laughing properly and somehow it's the prettiest thing you've heard all week, minus his singing— which is a whole another problem of its own— and you feel yourself physically falter at the sound of it. 

You stare at him for a minute longer before eventually drifting your eyes towards the studio doors instead. It's irritating how you're now painfully aware of everything else all over again. Spring air brushing softly against your skin through the window, the distant sound of laughter and conversation somewhere across campus, the way Jungkook is seated close enough that if you shift half an inch closer your shoulders would probably brush. 

"So," Jungkook has finally, and thankfully, stopped laughing. Though the smile is still sitting there loosely. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, swinging them around his finger. "Guess I'm driving you home." 

You were about to mindlessly give into defeat when suddenly, you remember one, tiny little detail. 

Jungkook doesn't have a car.

You breathe slowly. "You ride that stupid motorcycle." 

His brows lift immediately. "That stupid motorcycle?" 

Your lips part, then close again when he cuts you off, lips twitching cockily. "You remember."

You scoff loudly. "You spent like twenty minutes talking about it." 

"Mhm." 

"And your personality is unfortunately very loud." 

"Mhm." He hums, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he mindlessly collects his things. "You remember." He repeats with a growing grin.

"Stop saying that." You complain, following him behind through the door. 

And ten minutes later, you hate yourself. 

Genuinely.

Because now, you're standing outside beneath spring air and bright streetlights while Jungkook straddles his motorcycle like this isn't singlehandedly the worst thing that has ever happened to you. 

Because suddenly you're surrounded by things you've never considered before. Like leather jackets and silver rings and tattooed biceps you want to suffocate and die inside. 

You don't tell him that, of course. 

He glances at you over his shoulder before slipping on his helmet. "You coming?" 

There is a moment where he is met with a complete, utter silence. Because, first of all, you've never been on a motorcycle before. And second of all, there is a very physical, very obvious problem with motorcycles. 

Where the fuck are your hands supposed to go? 

Jungkook watches the way something between conflict and irritation flashes across your features, expression faltering slowly. He pauses along with you, then smiles knowingly. "You've never been on one." 

And the way he says it is absolutely stupid. Because he doesn't ask, it's not a question. He has somehow read you devastatingly well and has made a statement about it. One that is entirely correct. 

"I have not." 

"And you're scared." 

Excuse you? 

You blink. "Scared?" 

Jungkook says nothing, then places both of his legs on the sides of the vehicle as he patiently waits for you. You stare at him for long enough, then with the amount of dignity one can preserve in situations involving pussy clenching tattoos and massive biceps, you walk over. 

"Need help?" Jungkook asks as you struggle deciding how to position yourself. 

You shake your head immediately. "No." 

Lies.

Because an entire thirty seconds later, you're still trying to figure out how people get on these things without publicly humiliating themselves. 

"You know," He starts carefully, voice softer now." "I can help."

You look up slowly. "How?" 

"Come here." 

Your eyebrows pull together. "What kind of instruction is that?" 

He sighs softly, calling your name. And for some stupid reason, the way your name rolls and falls out of his mouth does something irritating to your nervous system. 

You hate that. 

Because suddenly, the air feels warmer than it did thirty minutes ago. Because suddenly, he is patiently looking at you with those pretty brown eyes of his and the space between you feels so small that the lack of distance physically blows your breath away. 

He holds a hand out towards you. "Come here." He repeats. 

You stare at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand. And for reasons you will absolutely be denying later, you place your hand in his.

Jungkook's fingers close around yours immediately. Warm, firm and unreasonably effortless, as if he doesn't even think about the action twice. 

He gently guides you forward and suddenly you're standing between his arms for one devastating second too long as he explains something about where to place your foot and how to balance and honestly—

Honestly, you don't hear a single fucking word. 

Because Jungkook is standing too close. Because his voice is low and his presence is warm. Because somewhere above you, he quietly lets out that sweet laugh again and you think that's the exact moment you realize this might be becoming a bigger problem than you ever thought. 

"You listening?" He asks. 

No, you're not. Not even a little.

Some men are just plain irritating.

The kind of men who make you think you're special after two dates. The kind of men who act as if their love and desire for you is past the lethal dose, long sitting far away from what's acceptable after taking you out for one drink. 

They start remembering your birthday, then your coffee order, and then the stories you tell absentmindedly. They pay attention in all the ways that matter until suddenly, they don't. 

They start disappearing slowly. Late responses transition into cancelled dates and cancelled dates drag over white lies and empty promises. And before you know it— they're gone. 

Some people become memories and some people insist on staying as habits. Unfortunately for Kim Yugyeom, habits are significantly harder to quit.

Campus looks a little prettier at night, with string lights tangled carelessly around trees to soften the sharp corners of concrete sidewalks and buildings that usually look painfully monotone and disgustingly gray beneath daylight. Music that's floating around blends into laughter and conversations until everything feels like it's dipped into something warmer, casting the green scenery in a dimly golden hue.

People become prettier at night too. Like darkness reaches over to soften and hide all the sharp edges daylight stubbornly insists on exposing. You think it has something to do with poor lighting and the desire to dress each other up in a way that's aligned with our own fucked up fantasies, but that doesn't change the fact that you'd much rather time stops at nine in the evening instead of morning.

Miyeon walks beside you with a cup of vodka and something fruity in her hand, complaining passionately about one of her professors as if he has something personal against her and is failing her out of spite. When, in reality, she has been way too caught up in toxic ex boyfriend drama and seasonal depression.

Anyone who says spring depression is not real is lying. Because your best friend has been going through one for the entirety of march and april and may and you're not sure if it'll pass by july.

But it's fine. You love her and Mark loves her and you're sure she will be fine. Yeah, maybe Yugyeom is six feet tall with a face carefully structured by the higher powers above us. But he's utterly stupid and completely undeserving of the crazy stupid love provided by your gorgeous best friend.

"No because explain to me why participation counts in my grade." Miyeon complains beside you, taking another sip of her drink as if she has the attendance and exam results to cover up the mess caused by her miserable participation grade. 

You blink. "Because participating matters?" 

Miyeon stops walking like you've offended her beyond all measure, then turns to you very slowly. "The institution has corrupted you." 

You let out a laugh immediately, shoulder bumping against hers as the crowd thickens around you. "Maybe your GPA is a little important and passing isn't always enough." You add with a playful smile. 

"You've changed." 

"Okay." You drag out the word until she physically can not hear anything after the o.

"Namjoon did this to you. You were fun and sexy until junior year and now you're a disgusting hard copy of that man." 

You scoff. "Leave Namjoon out of this." 

Instead of responding to you, Miyeon narrows her eyes through the crowd before you can properly defend both yourself and Namjoon's imaginary honor. Your eyes follow her line of sight without thinking too much of it, and you still just a second after Miyeon does. 

Because standing near one of the food trucks with drinks sat carelessly in their hands are Mingyu and Jaehyun. But that's not the point, Mingyu and Jaehyun are fine, you've actually shared that infamous econ elective with Jaehyun during junior year and he surprisingly turned out to be sweet and worth a couple hours of your precious time. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, is not ideal. But not ideal is also fine, you can bear with non ideal to an extent. What's thoroughly, completely, utterly impossible, is Yugyeom.

God truly does not love you. 

Miyeon physically freezes besides you. And, I repeat, she doesn't subtly falter. She stills. 

Then, Jungkook looks up at exactly the wrong moment, finding your eyes and catching them in air before anyone else gets the chance to steal them away. His eyebrows lift slightly in amusement before a smile slowly spreads across his face, and it feels a little concerning the way he does it. Because Jungkook smiles like he means it. Like the smile happens to him before he can realize and reconsider. 

His line of sight is followed before any of you can do anything about it. It starts with Mingyu, then Jaehyun. Which is fine, because we've already established that Mingyu and Jaehyun are harmless. 

But Yugyeom? Not even close. 

"Oh no." Mingyu says the moment he spots you. And honestly? Very fair reaction. 

Because unfortunately, Kim Yugyeom has always had an exceptional talent for creating versions of Miyeon you hate. 

Jaehyun lifts his drink awkwardly. "Hi?" Very brave of him. Very brave.

Miyeon smiles immediately, too animated and too polite, before you can even think of interfering and softening the impact of it all. 

"Hi Jaehyun." She says, tone too normal despite the situation.

"Miyeon," Yugyeom greets, voice casual and light like her name belongs naturally inside his mouth. Fucking hypocrite.

"You cut your hair." 

No.

No, you're not doing this right now. Absolutely not. Because, okay, first of all, what kind of thing is that to say to your ex girlfriend of two whole years? And the worse part of it all? Miyeon cut her hair three months ago. Three, entire, months.

Yugyeom blinks one whole minute after the words leave his mouth when no one responds to him, like the sentence leaves his mouth and arrives back to him sixty seconds later. But it's already late for realization. Too fucking late. 

A long silence passes, and you feel it physically sizzle and slice right through the surface of your skin. "Right." Miyeon mutters a beat later, and you close your eyes with a long, suffering inhale. 

Somewhere in the middle of the discomfort settling over everybody like a layer of second skin, you catch movement from the corner of your eye as if the situation isn't terrible enough. 

Jungkook, of course, is already looking at you. Because he seems to have made it into a habit. 

Miyeon laughs beside you. "Three months, by the way." 

Yugyeom falters. "What?" 

"My hair," She starts, letting her eyes drag over him. "I cut it three months ago." 

It's a little funny now. You know, the entirety of the situation. You do everything in your power to not stare at the two of them, gaze drifting around your surroundings instead. And it turns out that you, as of right now, are not the smartest person in the room. Because across from you, Mingyu suddenly becomes deeply interested in the swirl of his drink, and Jaehyun seems to be counting the birds in the sky. Jungkook? That, you don't know. Because you're sure he's still looking at you and that's the second thing your eyes are trying to avoid. 

"Right." Yugyeom says again, like saying right enough times might eventually make the situation right, even though it won't. Because none of you are stupid— well, except for Yugyeom himself, it seems. 

Then, Mingyu suddenly claps his hands once, and the sound echoes so much louder than he intended it to. "Okay!" He exclaims with an amount of enthusiasm that should genuinely award him an Emmy. "Amazing! Love this energy. It's so deeply casual." 

Miyeon laughs again, a little softer than the one she let escape minutes ago. It's not enough to bounce and spill and take over the atmosphere the way it usually does. But for now, it's enough to let you breathe.

"Sorry," She says through another laugh, shaking her head. "No because, you're unbelievable." 

Yugyeom squints. "What did i even do?" 

You scoff. Obviously, that's not surprising. Kim Yugyeom deserves a hundred more of those. But Mingyu and Jaehyun scoff along with you. And, oh, Jungkook too. 

Maybe society has hope after all. 

That's when you stop keeping up with their conversation, because their steps slowly get closer and closer to each other and farther and farther away from you until the volume of their voices lower down enough and exist only for the two of them.

Not that you're complaining. Not at all. You're thoroughly relieved and you do not want to hear another word of this pointless conversation.

Mingyu leans over and lowers his height next to you. "How traumatized are we?" 

You laugh, relaxing a little. "A solid eight out of ten." 

He places a hand over his chest dramatically. "Thank god." He exhales. "For a second i thought i was alone in this." 

You laugh again, and peculiarly, somewhere in the middle of cheap drinks and Mingyu defending his dignity like his life depends on it, your shoulders begin dropping one by one.

Everything softens after that.

Mingyu gets distracted after spotting somebody from one of his classes and suddenly starts passionately discussing basketball statistics with Jaehyun. Miyeon and Yugyeom slowly become figurines in your peripheral vision— still there, still existing, but further now. And somehow, Jungkook ends up right besides you. 

Maybe not intentionally, maybe not obviously— but he does. It happens in that natural way he seems to be very adamant on keeping recently. 

You become aware of him in pieces. The warmth of his shoulder besides yours, the sound of his laugh whenever Mingyu says something ridiculous, the traces of alcohol and masculine cologne in his scent whenever wind shifts in your direction…Tiny, stupid things people leave behind accidentally.

And unfortunately, you've spent your entire life collecting them. 

"You're less guarded tonight." 

You blink, then turn around slowly, eyes locking with Jungkook who is looking at you over the rim of his drink, a smile sitting loosely against his mouth.

"I'm always like this." 

Jungkook lets something between a breathy laugh and a scoff through his lips. "Liar." 

You roll your eyes. "You think you've got me all figured out." 

He shrugs. "I just pay attention to you sometimes."

Fucking flirt. 

You're only half listening to Mingyu's latest spiral on getting cheated on with a girl when Jungkook's phone vibrates against the grass. Jungkook glances down, picks the phone up, then groans when he reads whatever text that has been sent to him.

"What?" You ask.

"Mark," 

Your brows pull together in confusion. "What did he do?" 

Jungkook lets his head fall back slightly. "He forgot the hard drive at the studio." 

Jungkook stares at his phone for a beat longer, exhales, then turns towards you. "Come with me." 

And he is met with silence. Because for a moment, for a long, dreadful sixty seconds, silence surrounds you too. Music still continues behind you but it feels distant now. People laugh, lights glow, but all of it feels very far away. Solely because of the way he says it.

Because Jungkook doesn't ask. No do you want to come? No you can if you want. He just tells you to come with him as if he already knows the answer. 

You narrow your eyes, trying to play it off. "Is that confidence i'm seizing?"

"No." He says, smile growing into something gentler. "I think it's hope." 

Oh.

Jungkook pushes himself up from the grass, then extends his hand towards you. Not dramatically, not enough to create a whole deal out of it, but enough for your eyes to drop down to it automatically then back to him as if a hundred different scenarios have just flashed across your mind. 

You take his hand. 

By the time you reach the studio, you're a little warm. Not because of walking, not because of the weather, but because of something you absolutely can not say out loud. 

Jungkook pushes the door open, then lets you walk in first. Warm light spills through the room and reaches straight into your pupils the moment you step in, and you physically have to tap your thigh twice to recollect yourself back together. 

Space feels a little different when it's just the two of you. 

Jungkook walks ahead towards the mixing desk, still looking through his phone. "Mark said he left his hard drive somewhere." 

You hum, eyes drifting around. But it all feels absent, a little pointless. Because you're painfully aware of the tiny things all over again. Jungkook pushing his sleeves up, the way strands of hair falls into his eyes, how the sound of his voice fills in the empty room…

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's exhaustion, or maybe it's the way spring nights make people a little delirious. Stupid pollens.

You let a quiet breath escape and turn away before your brain decides to become any more humiliating than it already has tonight. "How does a music major forget a hard drive?" You ask, voice bouncing a little too loudly through the empty studio.

Jungkook shrugs. "It's Mark." 

Fair.

You snort quietly and drift towards the couch instead, letting yourself drop against the cushions while Jungkook continues opening drawers and moving papers around an unnecessary amount of concentration. 

For a minute, for the short time being, neither of you says anything. And maybe that's your first mistake. Because lately, silence with Jungkook has become as dangerous as vodka on an empty stomach.

Your eyes lift before you can stop them. That's definitely your second mistake. 

Because Jungkook had pushed his sleeves higher at some point and now his forearms are exposed beneath the dim lights of the studio and you miserably need those long, tattooed fingers curling inside your pussy. 

He crouches beside the desk, pushing his hair back before another strand immediately falls over his forehead again. "Found it." He says, and your head snaps back up.

Jungkook, unfortunately, is already looking at you. Not at the hard drive, not at the desk, just you. And for a second, neither of you says anything. Because maybe this is one of those moments where silence becomes too delicate for words. Moments that sit so carefully between people that speaking feels like touching glass with bare hands.

Your stomach tightens embarrassingly beneath your ribs as Jungkook's eyes drag all over you before they settle and stay on your face. He takes a step closer, then another, and then speaks softly. "What?"

Your brows pull together despite yourself. "What what?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You keep staring." He says, voice lower now. 

"And you don't?" You reply, voice barely above a whisper as you rise up to your feet. 

"I do." Jungkook replies. There is barely an inch between your bodies now, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. "But i don't lie about it, pretty girl." 

Your entire body stiffens at that. But it's not the pretty girl, not at all. It's the way he says it. Because Jungkook doesn't rush you, he never does. He doesn't smirk, doesn't tease. Just stays there looking and waiting. Like he is giving you room, like stepping away is still an option. 

And the worst part is, you don't want to step away. 

Silence stretches and stretches until it begins feeling alive. His eyes drop down to your lips, then lifts back up. For one devastating second, Jungkook looks at you like he is trying to memorize something. Like he's collecting little things too. 

His hand lifts, thumb softly tracing over the line of your jaw. "I've been patient for so long." He speaks over your lips. "And i know you feel it too. But i need to hear your words if you really want this to happen." 

Your breath catches and flips over halfway through your throat, chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. "Jungkook," 

"Tell me," He starts, thumb stopping by the bottom of your lip. "If you want me as bad as i want you. Because— fuck, I've been good, i've been patient but i'm terribly desperate and i need to know if you are too."

"Please," You try, but you've already stopped thinking altogether. 

"Please what, baby? I need you to use your words."

"Kiss me." You fit the entire weight of those words in a tiny little breath and Jungkook's lips are on yours in an instant. 

The kiss starts out slow, his lips moving against yours gently as if he is savoring every ounce of its taste on the farthest corners of his tongue. Your hands find the nape of his neck, pulling and pressing him closer until distance can't bear existing anymore. 

Jungkook's hands drop down to your waist, tugging you closer so that your hips clash against his. You whimper into his mouth, and he swallows it without wasting a single second. 

Because Jungkook has been waiting.

This isn't what the does, not at all. Jungkook has never been a patient man. Not with desire, not with girls. He takes and gets taken in blinks and fractions and seconds— easy, casual, weightless. 

But you, you've turned into something devastatingly different. Because for weeks now Jungkook has been wanting without touching, looking without taking— ever since you laughed and rolled your eyes prettily at Yugyeom's party that night. He has spent nights thinking about your lips, mornings replaying the sound of your laugh and entire conversations searching for traces of hidden meanings beneath your words like a man slowly losing his goddamn mind. 

Jungkook doesn't wait. He doesn't ache over girls. He doesn't sit awake late at night remembering the way they looked at him beneath dim studio lights or think about the possibility of their hands touching his. But with you— fuck. 

With you, he has become unbearably aware of himself. You've made him patient in the cruelest way possible. Because now he notices everything and god, the pretending has been killing him. 

And now you're kissing him back as if you've been just as gone. And that thought alone is enough to fold and mold his brain into something disgustingly mushy and achingly dizzy.

"More," You moan between kisses, body practically begging for his touch. 

Jungkook's stomach flips upside down. "Yeah? Want more, pretty? Want me to touch you?" He squeezes the plump meat of your ass through your jeans, and your hips jerk into his with the feeling. 

His hands roam all over your body before stopping right at the hem of your top. His fingers fiddle with the fabric before he pulls away to look at you properly, and you give him your consent dressed up as a weak nod. 

Jungkook pulls your tank top over your head, eyes stuck on the way your boobs bounce beneath the lace of your bra with the movement. He physically, loudly, groans at the sight before plastering wet, open mouthed kisses on the soft skin. Your head falls back in pleasure, hands tangling in his soft locks. Jungkook pushes his head further into your tits before he reaches over your back and unclasps your bra in one swift motion. 

Your ass hits the armrest of the leather couch when he lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth, fingers toying with the other. You moan in short, consecutive whimpers as his tongue laps and flickers over the hardened nub, the wetness in your panties growing and growing. 

His cups your pussy over the your jeans, fingers pressing into your core over the fabric. The pressure is utterly mind blowing because the course denim stretches and digs into you further, causing you to cry out in pleasure. 

"Touch me properly, Jungkook." You force out, desperate to feel him on your bare skin. 

Jungkook scoffs between kisses. "Greedy, aren't you?" 

He unbuttons your jeans, fondling with the zipper for a beat too long before he can unzip and get you out of it. 

He pushes your panties aside with two fingers before sliding them into you. Your cunt sucks him in immediately, already way too wet and way too impatient for any form of foreplay. 

Jungkook tilts his head to look at the way his fingers are slipping in and out of you. "Shit, pretty. Look at that. You're gripping me." 

"Jungkook," You cry out, hands curling around his biceps for support. "Need— need your cock, please." 

He lifts his eyes up to look at your face properly, then sketches and carves every line of your expression onto the deepest corners of his heart. 

He slowly pulls out his fingers, then draws circles on your swollen clit before pulling away to take off his own clothes. His shirt flies away first, and you can't help but gawk at the bare sight of his chest. Arms, shoulders, abs— you're lucky if you don't cum right then and there. 

He gives you a small, knowing chuckle before unbuckling his belt, tossing the jeans somewhere across the room along with his boxers. Your lips are parted beyond your knowledge, eyes stuck on the hardened sight of his length. 

You've never seen a cock as pretty as that.

You're not sure if you'd ever even thought a cock was pretty— because usually, to you, they're far from that. But Jungkook, god, Jungkook is so fucking pretty with a tip so pink you think you want to suckle on it like a lollipop and a length so massive you desperately want it to choke you. 

You wouldn't be mad if your cause of death had suffocated on cock written on it all uppercase in bold letters. 

And Jungkook just laughs. He fucking laughs. 

"Don't worry, pretty. It's all yours." He says, kissing your lips once more before motioning to turn over. "Now turn around and bend over for me." He adds, pushing your back lightly so that you're completely bent over with both hands gripping on the armrest of the couch. 

Jungkook drags his tip across your folds, spreading your slick all over your cunt before he slowly pushes it in. You feel his tip first, letting you adjust to the stretch as he sucks in a sharp breath at the warmth of your walls. You moan loudly when he presses half of his cock into you, fingers firming around the cushion. 

"Oh god," You breathe, uncontrollably pushing your ass higher into the air. He slams in the rest of his length at your movement, and your back arches even deeper. "Fuck, Jungkook. You're so— so big. I can't."

"You can, princess. I know you can. You'll take every inch like a good girl. Gonna make me proud, aren't you?" 

He completely slides out out slowly, and before you can whine at the emptiness Jungkook slams himself back in. You moan loudly, head empty and thoroughly dizzy. 

Jungkook starts fucking into you, one had gripping firmly onto your waist as the other toys with your nipple from the back. He is filling you up so good you're going to lose your goddamn mind. You feel so full, stretched and stuffed to the fucking brim. Your walls suck him in desperately, walls clenching and tightening around his fat cock as he pounds into you recklessly.

"Yes, fuck. Wanna be good for you." You mutter messily as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, cock twitching inside your wetness. 

"I'm close." You breathe. 

"I've got you." He says, and you hate how assuring the words sound. 

You let yourself go just as he starts playing with your clit from behind, stimulating you as you milk your juices around his cock. He helps you ride out your high, chest pressing onto your back as he plasters small, reassuring kisses on your shoulder.

You feel physically nauseous at the domesticity. 

"Switch with me." You say after coming down from your orgasm, straightening as his cock slides out of you.

Jungkook's body falters, brows pulling together. "What?"

You roll your eyes, pulling away. "Sit, Jungkook." 

Jungkook somehow obeys without another word, dropping his body onto the couch beneath you. You hold his shoulders from above, placing your legs at both sides of his hips before reaching for his cock. 

Jungkook's breath stutters when you take him into your hand, pumping him a few times before aligning him with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his length, and you both moan simultaneously when you take every inch of his dick into your pussy. 

"Shit," He moans, your name dancing prettily on his tongue. "You're so hot." 

His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hips, head thrown back lazily as he moans through parted lips. You bounce on his dick with every ounce of energy that's left in you, thighs aching as he twitches inside your walls. 

Jungkook lifts his head a little to properly take in the sight of your bouncing tits, nearing his high. 

"Where do you want me?" He asks, voice low and breathy. Your stomach churns at the question, nails scratching his broad shoulders. 

"You can cum inside." 

He's going to die. He is going to fucking die but at least he'll die a proud man with his cum stuffed inside you. 

And just as Jungkook was about to close his eyes and release inside you, your phone rings.

His lips part to say something, but you beat him to it. "Just shut it off." 

Jungkook's hand weakly finds your phone, pressing the close button twice without looking at it. Of course he doesn't look, he'd be insane to drift his eyes away from the way your soft, perky tits are bouncing up and down in his own hold. But the ecstasy lasts so long as fifteen seconds until your phone rings again.

Jungkook flips it over this time. The name on your phone's screen flashes right through his eyes and he feels his heart stumble and drop straight into the rock bottom of his stomach

joon <3

would love to hear what you think <3

[jenyluv]

5 RULES TO NOT FALL IN LOVE 𑣲 series masterpost

You thrive off habits and patterns, building quiet rules to keep everything simple and casual. Because to you, unfamiliarity is eerie and evasion is easy. But between late nights and sloppy kisses; silence becomes too loud, rules blur into secrets, and deceit soaks up clarity.

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PAIRING: basketball player!jk x law student!reader

GENRE: strangers to fwb to lovers, college au, smut, fluff, angst

SERIES WARNINGS/DETAILS: fem!reader, fwb!mingyu, tae x oc, yearning, jealousy, jk’s very yummy and sexy, basketball talk i have no idea about, angst, smut wise: explicit sex, multiple sex scenes, locker room sex, car sex, oral (both receiving), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (be safe!!! they’re dumb!!!), penetration, riding, praising, m masturbation, exhibitionism, degradation, (more to be added probably)

NOTES: a little mini-series. this is kind of different from what i usually write so im a tiny bit nervous but am also having so much fun while writing so i hope it’ll be loved by you guys <3 im hoping to have a fixed schedule for this but we’ll see what life brings obv.

✎ i. Don’t flirt with athletes who flirt back better (6k)

✎ ii. Don’t sit courtside for someone you’re not dating (10k)

✎ iii. Never be a point to prove (10k)

✎ iv. No kissing outside of sex (9k)

✎ v. Never ask them to stay (10k)

[jeonqverse]

bad decisions ⟡ jeon jungkook !

summary. jeon jungkook is the university’s star, a baseball player—untouchable, adored, and infamous for leaving damage in his wake. and you’re just a student trying to survive lectures, deadlines, and the quiet loneliness of starting over. crossing paths with him was never part of the plan but college has a way of turning bad decisions into inevitable ones. and jungkook might be the worst you make.

pairing. baseball player!jungkook x fem!reader ﹒♡﹒ genre, au. angst, smut / college au ﹒♡﹒ 18+ mdni! ﹒♡﹒ a blurb series by yours truly, tomie ♡

© jeonqverse. all rights reserved. copying, modifying, translating is not allowed.

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱:

➺ the one where he ruins your first day

➺ the one where he keeps looking at you

➺ the one with library tension

➺ the one where you watch him play

➺ the one after the party

➺ the one where he backs you into a corner

➺ the one where touch lingers

➺ the one that goes too far

➺ the one where jealousy turns possessive

➺ the bad decision you keep making

⋆ ˚｡⋆ foot note. comment to be added to the taglist. no fixed posting schedule. each fic will be posted once done.

[bobbyseyesmile]

P A R T I - does not contain smut yet

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➻ pairing: badboy!jungkook x fem!reader

➻ authors note: i actually got inspired by a follower request and a nsfw audio and then this happened heh this is NOT a romantic, cute little story. please read the warning tags & if you’re not into this, don’t read it. just to be on the safe side i’d label this as kinda dub-con but every person in this story is an adult and into this.

➻ warnings: kinda dub-con - SMUT as in unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), anal play, oral (m receiving), cock worship, spit play, degradation & humiliation kink, spanking, choking, size difference, cheating, toxic situationship, toxic behavior

“…and please remember that the upcoming project next month will count heavily toward your final grade, so make sure to familiarize yourselves with the material early enough. okay, that’s it for today. class dismissed.”

The professor gives the class a small smile before chairs immediately screech across the floor and students begin gathering their things. Conversations slowly fill the lecture hall while bags zip shut and notebooks disappear into backpacks. You shove your notebook into your bag and are just about to leave when you hear your name.

Your head turns toward the professor instantly.“Yes?”

“Do you have a minute?”

You nod quickly, and she waits until the last student leaves the room before taking a paper from the stack beside her and sliding it across the desk toward you. Your essay.

“I reviewed your paper from last week,” she says carefully, pushing her glasses slightly higher up her nose, “and unfortunately… I still don’t see much improvement from your previous work.”

Your stomach sinks immediately. You stare down at the paper while folding your hands in your lap, trying not to cringe at the red markings scattered across the pages.

“I know you’re trying,” she continues gently. “You always take notes, you participate in discussions… honestly, you’re one of the few students who actually listens to everything I say.”

The small compliment barely softens the blow.

“…but this,” she sighs softly, tapping a finger against the paper, “is not enough to pass. and the essay next month is worth even more.”

“I understand,” you mumble quietly. And you do. That’s the worst part.

Every other class comes naturally to you. You’ve never struggled academically before, never needed help, never been anything less than one of the best students in the room.

Except here.

The professor studies you sympathetically for a moment before speaking again. “I may have a solution.”

Your brows lift slightly.

“There’s someone who could tutor you,” she explains. “One of my best students. Honestly, probably the most naturally talented writer I’ve taught in years.”

You nod automatically. “That would actually be really helpful, thank you.”

She gives you a small smile before reaching for another paper on her desk. “I’ll send him your contact information then.”

You grab your bag and finally leave the lecture hall, already mentally preparing yourself to spend the next month studying with some pretentious academic nerd who probably corrects people’s grammar for fun.

Unfortunately for you… that is not who waits in the cafeteria downstairs.

The cafeteria is loud when you walk in, music blasting from someone’s phone in the corner while groups of students crowd around tables laughing over lunch and unfinished assignments. Your friends wave you over immediately from one of the tables near the windows.

“There she is,” Soomin grins. “Took you long enough.”

You drop into the empty seat beside her with a sigh. “Mrs. Higgins held me back.”

“Uh oh.” Minji winces dramatically. “That bad?”

You stab your straw into your iced coffee harder than necessary. “She basically told me my essay sucks.”

“Ouch.”

“She’s assigning me a tutor.”

That gets everyone’s attention immediately.

“A tutor?” Soomin blinks. “You?”

“Exactly.” You slump back in your chair with a groan. “This is humiliating.”

“Maybe he’ll be cute,” Minji offers unhelpfully.

“I don’t need cute. I need someone to stop me from failing.”

“Fair.”

You grab your drink and glance around the cafeteria absentmindedly while your friends continue talking, only for your gaze to suddenly snag on a familiar figure sitting several tables away.

Black hoodie. Tattooed arms. Pierced lip. One boot lazily hooked over the empty chair beside him. Jeon Jungkook.

Unfortunately.

He leans back in his seat while one of his frat friends talks loudly beside him, a cigarette tucked behind his ear despite campus rules he very obviously doesn’t care about.

And somehow, even from across the cafeteria, he looks arrogant. Like the human embodiment of bad decisions.

You’ve never spoken more than three sentences to him before, but honestly, that’s already been more than enough.

Everybody knows Jungkook- The frat boy with perfect grades. The asshole with scholarship-level academic scores. The guy professors adore despite the fact he looks like he should be kicked out of at least three establishments daily.

Your eyes narrow slightly.

“Why are you glaring at Jungkook?” Minji asks immediately.

“I’m not glaring.”

“You are absolutely glaring.”

Before you can answer, your phone buzzes against the table.

Unknown Number: ‘mrs. higgins gave me your contact. jungkook’

Your entire body stills.

No. Absolutely not.

You look up instantly. Across the cafeteria, Jungkook is already staring directly at you like he knew the exact second you’d read the message.

The bastard even smirks.

“Oh my god,” Soomin gasps beside you. “NO WAY.”

“There’s no way what?” Minji immediately asks.

Soomin points dramatically across the cafeteria.“THAT’S her tutor.”

Your friends collectively lose their minds while you stare at Jungkook in horror.

“No.”

“Yes,” Soomin wheezes. “Oh, you are SO fucked.”

You ignore her immediately and push yourself up from the table before your irritation can cool off, because absolutely not. There is no universe where you let Jeon Jungkook think he has any sort of power in this situation.

His friends notice you approaching first. One of them lets out a low, entertained: “Ooooooh.”

Another outright laughs.

Jungkook doesn’t move though. He just watches you approach slowly, expression unreadable while lazily spinning his phone across the table. The closer you get, the more annoying he becomes.

Too pretty. Too calm. Too aware of himself.

You stop directly beside his table. “You’re going to tutor me for the essay Mrs. Higgins mentioned.”

No hello. No politeness. Jungkook’s eyebrow lifts slightly.

“So let’s just get this over with,” you continue smoothly. “My place tomorrow night. Six o’clock. Be on time or-”

A hand suddenly covers your mouth- your entire brain short-circuits.

The cafeteria goes dead quiet around you.

Jungkook doesn’t even look remotely bothered. One tattooed hand rests lazily over your mouth while he leans back in his chair, eyes half-lidded with boredom.

“Be quiet,” he says calmly. Your eyes widen immediately. Nobody moves, nobody speaks.

Apparently nobody in this cafeteria is insane enough to interrupt Jeon Jungkook once he decides something.

Slowly, his gaze drags over your face before he tilts his head slightly. “Has no one ever taught you manners?”

Heat floods your face instantly, humiliation and anger twisting together with something much worse. You shove his hand away immediately.

“Excuse me?” you snap. “Who the hell do you think you-”

“Yeah, no,” Jungkook interrupts casually. “I’m sacrificing my free time for you, princess.”

Princess.

The nickname lands somewhere dangerous in your stomach.

“My place,” he continues smoothly. “Tomorrow. Six o’clock.” Then finally:

“Be late and we’re done.”

For a second you just stand there, completely stunned while your brain struggles to catch up with what just happened. The feeling of his hand against your mouth still burns into your skin while a few of his friends exchange amused looks, one of them outright snorting into his drink.

Jungkook ignores all of them. He already looks done with the conversation, like dismissing you publicly was the most natural thing in the world. Which somehow makes it even worse.

Heat crawls furiously up your neck as you glare at him one last time before turning sharply on your heel and stomping back toward your table. The second you sit down, your friends practically launch themselves at you.

“Oh my god,” Minji whisper-yells immediately. “What the fuck just happened?!”

“Did he seriously put his hand over your mouth?!” Soomin gasps.

“He did NOT just call you princess.”

Your face burns hotter. “Who the hell does he think he is?” you hiss furiously while throwing your bag down beside you. “The fucking audacity of that asshole-”

Across the cafeteria, Jungkook glances toward you again. Just once. And the smirk tugging briefly at the corner of his mouth is enough to make your stomach twist violently because he knows.

The bastard actually knows; knows you’re angry, knows you’re humiliated. And somehow knows exactly what that did to you too. Then he looks away again, attention shifting back toward his friends like you’re no longer important enough to focus on.

Which should not irritate you this much. It absolutely should not make heat pool low in your stomach either. But unfortunately, your body seems deeply committed to betraying you today.

You shift slightly in your seat, thighs pressing together instinctively while trying to focus on literally anything else.

God.

You hate him already. You hate the way he talks, the way he looks at you, the way he somehow managed to shut you up in front of an entire cafeteria without even raising his voice.

And worst of all? A tiny, deeply embarrassing part of you is already replaying:

be quiet.

over and over and over again…

Thursday somehow passes even slower than usual, mostly because you spend the entire day irritated. At Jungkook. At Mrs. Higgins. At yourself for thinking about him way more than necessary.

Unfortunately, none of that stops you from showing up at your sorority house later that evening while helping your friends prepare decorations for tomorrow’s party. Music plays loudly from someone’s speaker while streamers and fairy lights are scattered all over the living room floor.

Minji sits cross-legged on the couch blowing up balloons with visible regret. “This is how I die,” she mutters dramatically before tying one off.

“You’re so brave,” you deadpan while taping another decoration to the wall.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

Boyfriend 💙: good luck with tutoring tonight :) call me later?

A tiny smile pulls at your lips automatically.

You quickly type back:

i will 💕 miss me while i’m suffering pls

Minji notices immediately. “Ooooooh.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“How is he?” Soomin asks from the floor. “Is he coming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, probably.”

Minji grins immediately. “And?” she asks. “Will you finally do it?”

You blink. “Do what?”

“Oh please.” She throws a balled-up ribbon at you. “You’ve been dating for what now? Three months?”

You raise one eyebrow slowly. “So?”

“So,” Minji repeats dramatically, “normal people would’ve slept together by now.”

A laugh escapes you.

“Please,” you scoff while reaching for another strand of lights. “Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean i’m gonna throw myself at him.”

“So cruel,” Soomin gasps.

You shrug casually. “Maybe i want him desperate enough to get on his knees for me first.”

The room erupts immediately:

“DAMN.”

“OH MY GOD.”

“You little menace.”

You grin proudly while your friends whistle and holler dramatically around you. “Yeah yeah,” you laugh. “You all love me for it. Now help me with the decorations.”

Minji suddenly pauses. “…wait.”

Your stomach sinks instinctively.

“You have tutoring with Jungkook in like thirty minutes, don’t you?”

Immediately your mood worsens. “Ugh,” you groan loudly. “Don’t remind me.”

“You better not be late,” Soomin warns.

You wave her off dismissively while grabbing another balloon. “Please. I’m sure a few minutes won’t kill that asshole.”

Forty minutes later, you stand outside his apartment with an iced coffee in your hand while waiting for him to open the door. The hallway smells faintly like smoke and you barely have time to adjust your bag before the door swings open.

And there he is- Black shirt. Grey sweats. Piercings glinting underneath the dim hallway light.

Jungkook leans against the doorframe lazily before his eyes immediately flick toward the clock behind you and then back to your face.

“You’re late.”

No hello. Of course.

You shrug casually while taking another sip from your iced coffee. “Had errands to run.”

“Hm.” His eyes drop toward the drink in your hand.“Iced coffee?”

Before you can react, he takes it straight from your fingers and lifts it above his head casually.

Your jaw drops. “Hey!” You immediately reach for it, but Jungkook easily steps back out of range. “Give it back!”

He presses two fingers lightly against your forehead, stopping you from getting closer while looking completely unimpressed.

“You’re late,” he repeats calmly. “And i’m not wasting my time with you today.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “…what?”

“Come back tomorrow when you learn how to read a clock, dumb little girl.”

And then he slams the door directly in your face.

Silence.

You stand there staring at the closed door for a full second, your brain visibly lagging behind reality.

“…what?!”

You knock once. Then harder.

“Jungkook!” Nothing.

“You cannot be serious right now!” Still nothing.

Your irritation spikes violently. “You bastard!” you yell while pounding against the door again. “Open the fucking door!”

A muffled voice finally comes from inside. “Get lost.”

You let out a genuinely high-pitched sound of frustration before glaring at the door like you might commit actual violence. And somehow your stomach twists anyway.

God. You hate him.

You hate how calm he sounded, how easily he dismissed you, how your pulse immediately sped up when he pushed you back with two fingers like you weighed nothing.

Worst of all? The asshole kept your coffee.

By the time you stomp back into the sorority house twenty minutes later, your friends immediately look up in confusion.

“…back already?” Minji asks slowly.

Your face burns instantly. You quickly look away while tossing your bag onto the couch. “Yeah, ugh,” you mumble. “He got sick apparently. We’re meeting tomorrow instead.”

Nobody looks convinced. “Right…” Soomin says suspiciously.

You immediately start walking toward the stairs.“I’m in my room,” you announce dramatically. “Do not disturb me.”

Then you disappear upstairs before anybody can ask more questions. Your bedroom door closes behind you with a sharp click and immediately you throw yourself onto the bed with an irritated groan, burying your face into the pillow before rolling onto your back dramatically.

What an asshole. An actual, genuine asshole.

You stare up at the ceiling while replaying the entire interaction against your will.

‘you’re late’

God. The worst part is how calm he sounded. Not angry, not annoyed, just completely unimpressed by you.

Your phone buzzes against the bed beside you before you can spiral any further.

Boyfriend 💙 calling…

The tension in your shoulders softens automatically. You answer after the second ring.

“Hey,” you mumble quietly.

“There she is,” his warm voice laughs softly through the speaker. “How’d tutoring go?”

Your stomach twists instantly. “…fine.”

Lie. Complete lie.

You roll onto your side while tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder, absentmindedly tracing circles into your blanket with your fingertips.

“Just boring?”

“Mhm.”

Another lie.

Your boyfriend hums softly. “Well, at least you survived your first session.”

Barely.

You close your eyes briefly and unfortunately, instead of focusing on your sweet, patient boyfriend, your brain decides to replay Jungkook leaning against the doorway again.

Black shirt. Pierced lip. Tattooed fingers holding your iced coffee just out of reach.

‘dumb little girl’

Heat curls low in your stomach instantly. Oh god. You squeeze your eyes shut harder.

“What’re you thinking about?” your boyfriend asks softly.

You nearly choke. “Nothing.” A sigh slips out before you can stop it. Not romantic. Frustrated.

Your boyfriend immediately notices. “Sweetheart?” he asks gently. “You okay?”

Your eyes snap open. “Yeah,” you answer quickly. “Fine, sorry. My laptop just froze on me.”

A beat of silence passes before a soft laugh comes through the speaker. “You sound traumatized.” If only he knew.

You force out a weak laugh before sitting up abruptly. “I still have homework to finish,” you mumble quickly. “I should probably go.”

“Alright.” He sounds slightly disappointed but still sweet about it. “Call me tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you answer immediately. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

The call ends.

And the second the room falls quiet again, your brain goes right back to him.

Jungkook.

Annoying. Arrogant. Mean.

The kind of guy you’d normally avoid on instinct.

And yet your thighs press together anyway as you stare blankly at the wall. You should be angry.

Instead you’re still thinking about:

‘be quiet’

Still thinking about the way he pushed you back with two fingers against your forehead like you were something irritating and manageable.

Your stomach twists harder.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mutter to yourself and yet your hand wanders down beneath your pants, fingers dipping between your soaking folds as you bite back a moan. You find your sensitive nub, starting to circle around it while imagining his large hand wrapped around your neck, whispering filthy, degrading things into your ear.

‘dumb little girl…’

His voice loops through your brain like a broken record.

‘i’m not wasting my time with you today…’

Your fingers increase their speed instinctively, bringing you closer and closer to your release as you imagine yourself kneeling before him, letting him use you however he pleases.

“Oh fuck…” you choke out softly, your orgasm approaching rapidly while his face burns itself deeper and deeper into your mind.

‘be quiet ’

‘dumb little girl’

‘get lost’

You shove your face into your pillow as a string of moans and curse words spills from your lips, your orgasm crashing over you in intense waves while humiliation and pleasure twist together painfully inside your stomach. You stare up at the ceiling again, cheeks burning while your pulse slowly settles.

All that… over Jeon Jungkook.

A guy you’ve known for less than two days. An asshole who stole your coffee and slammed a door in your face.

You drag both hands over your face with a miserable groan. “…i hate him.”

Friday evening arrives way too quickly.

You spend far too long standing in front of your closet before finally settling on an outfit that’s technically for the sorority party later tonight.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Not the fact that you redo your hair twice. Not the fact that you spend extra time on your makeup. Not the fact that your stomach twists nervously every time you think about seeing him again.

It’s for the party. Obviously.

Five minutes earlier than yesterday, you stand outside Jungkook’s apartment while mentally preparing yourself not to let him get under your skin this time.

Then the door opens and your brain immediately short-circuits: he’s hirtless.

The first thing you notice are the tattoos stretching across his chest and arms before your gaze drops lower toward the grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Oh. Oh, fuck me.

For one horrifying second, your mind flashes back to last night- your hand between your legs, his voice in your head: ‘…dumb little girl…’

Heat rushes through your body so fast it’s almost humiliating.

Jungkook catches you staring instantly. Of course he does. A slow smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Want a picture?” he asks lazily. “Lasts longer.”

Your brain snaps back into focus immediately.“Shut up,” you mutter while brushing past him into the apartment.

Behind you, he laughs quietly under his breath.

The apartment looks annoyingly organized; his desk is already set up neatly with papers, books and highlighted notes spread out across the surface like some kind of academic crime scene.

Jungkook gestures toward the chair. “Sit.”

“You know saying please won’t kill you.”

“You know being annoying won’t make you smarter.”

Your jaw tightens instantly. That asshole. You drop into the chair anyway while Jungkook casually grabs a black shirt from the couch and pulls it over his head. Unfortunately, that somehow makes him even more attractive, which feels deeply unfair.

He notices you staring again in the reflection of his dark computer screen. “You always this distracted around hot people?”

“I’m distracted by how unfortunate your personality is.”

“Hm.” Jungkook sits down beside you before glancing at your outfit slowly. “Interesting choice of clothes for tutoring.”

You immediately roll your eyes. “I’m going to a party afterwards.”

“Sure you are.”

Your brows furrow instantly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungkook leans back lazily in his chair. “It means you spent two hours getting ready to sit at my desk and pretend you hate me.”

Heat creeps up your neck immediately. “I did not spend two hours getting ready.”

“Mm.” Completely unconvinced. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess.” You glare at him.

He ignores it effortlessly before pulling your essay toward himself. “Alright,” he sighs. “Let’s see how bad this actually is.”

“I passed.”

“Barely.”

Your eye twitches. Jungkook flips through several pages quietly before suddenly tapping one paragraph with his pen.

“This sentence is awful.”

“Wow,” you deadpan. “What inspiring tutoring.”

“It’s repetitive, overexplained and trying too hard to sound intelligent.” He glances at you briefly. “Kinda like you.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he says calmly, “i’m still the one fixing your grade.” God. You hate him.

You hate how good he is at this too. Because unfortunately… the second Jungkook actually starts explaining things properly, you immediately understand why professors love him so much.

He’s annoyingly smart.

Not textbook smart, not memorization smart but naturally smart. The kind that makes difficult concepts sound easy while barely even trying.

And somehow that’s hotter than the tattoos. Which is deeply upsetting.

“You keep doing this thing,” Jungkook says while leaning closer to your laptop screen, “where you write what you think sounds smart instead of what you actually mean.”

His arm brushes against yours lightly and your brain immediately stops working.

“…what?”

“There.” He taps the screen. “You overcomplicate everything because you’re scared simple writing won’t sound impressive enough.”

Your brows slowly pull together because annoyingly enough… he’s right.

Jungkook notices your expression instantly. “Oh wow,” he murmurs mockingly. “Look at that. Tiny little brain finally working.”

“Fuck you.”

“See? That sentence was clear and concise.”

Your glare deepens immediately while Jungkook only smirks faintly before turning back toward the screen. “Alright,” he says casually, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Rewrite this paragraph.”

You scoff softly. “Right now?”

“No,” he deadpans. “Next year.”

The irritation bubbling inside your chest only gets worse as you aggressively pull the laptop closer, fingers immediately flying across the keyboard while Jungkook leans back in his chair beside you.

The silence lasts all of thirty seconds. Then:

“Wrong.”

Your head snaps toward him. “You didn’t even read it yet!”

“I saw enough.”

“Oh my god, you are insufferable.”

“And you’re dramatic. Keep typing.”

You mutter something deeply insulting underneath your breath while deleting half the paragraph again.

Beside you, Jungkook looks entirely too entertained. “What was that?”

“I said you have horrible teaching methods.”

“Hm.” He leans forward slightly, one tattooed arm resting against the desk while his eyes drag slowly over the screen. “And yet you’re listening to everything i say.”

Your fingers pause briefly over the keyboard. Jungkook notices immediately.

“You get all quiet when you’re thinking too hard,” he murmurs lazily.

“I’m trying to work.”

“No,” he says calmly. “You’re trying not to react.”

Heat crawls straight up your neck but you refuse to look at him. “That ego is insane.”

“And i’m right.”

Unfortunately… he is.

The problem is that every single interaction with Jungkook feels like getting backed into a corner slowly.

Not rushed. Not obvious. Just controlled. Intentional.

Like he enjoys watching you lose composure piece by piece.

You force yourself to focus back on the essay instead. Ten whole minutes pass before Jungkook suddenly reaches over you, grabbing your wrist lightly before you can type the next sentence.

“Don’t use that word.”

Your entire body stills instantly. His hand is warm. Firm. Way too distracting.

“…why?”

“Because it sounds stupid.”

You slowly turn toward him. “You know, most tutors don’t insult people this much.”

“Most students aren’t this spoiled.”

The word lands directly in your stomach.

Spoiled.

Not princess this time. Not dumb little girl. Spoiled. Like he’s figured you out already.

Your eyes narrow slightly. “You think you know me after two conversations?”

Jungkook hums softly while finally letting go of your wrist. “I know enough.”

“Oh yeah?” you shoot back immediately. “And what exactly do you know?”

“That you hate hearing no.” His eyes flick toward you calmly. “That nobody tells you what to do.”

Your jaw tightens. “And?”

“And I think you secretly enjoy that I do.”

The room suddenly feels way too warm. You stare at him for a second too long before scoffing and turning back toward the screen.

“You’re delusional.”

“Mm.” That stupid hum again. Like he doesn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth. It’s infuriating.

And somehow your pulse still jumps when his chair rolls closer beside yours again.

“You missed another mistake,” he says quietly, leaning in just enough that his shoulder brushes yours once more. Your breathing catches slightly.

Not because of the mistake. Because he smells unfairly good. Clean laundry. Smoke. Something warm underneath it.

“You gonna keep staring at the screen,” Jungkook murmurs lazily, “or are you actually gonna fix it?”

Your grip tightens around the pen immediately. “I hate you.”

A quiet laugh leaves him. “No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Hm.” Jungkook leans back slightly in his chair, eyes dragging slowly over your face before settling on your mouth for one dangerous second too long. “Then focus that dumb little brain of yours.”

And before you can react his hand lands lightly against your thigh.

A quick slap.

Not hard. Barely anything. But your entire body freezes instantly.

Oh.

Jungkook notices too: The way your thighs tense. The tiny hitch in your breathing. The split second where your brain completely shuts off.

A slow smile spreads across his face. Dangerous. Interested.

“Well, well…”

Heat floods your entire body immediately. “Shut up.”

“That did something, huh?”

“No, it didn’t.” The lie sounds weak even to your own ears.

Jungkook leans closer slowly, elbow resting against the desk while his gaze stays fixed directly on your face now. “You’re terrible at hiding things.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“You almost stopped breathing.”

Your stomach twists violently. God. This is humiliating.

Jungkook watches you for another second before finally leaning back again, looking deeply entertained now.

And then-

“Oh.”

The sound leaves him softly. Thoughtfully. Like he just solved something.

Your brows furrow instantly. “Oh what?”

His tongue presses slowly against the inside of his cheek before he grins. “You like being talked down to.”

Your face burns immediately. “I absolutely do not.”

“Hm.” Completely unconvinced. “That’s interesting.”

“You’re insane.”

“No,” Jungkook says calmly while spinning the pen between his fingers again. “I just pay attention.”

And unfortunately… he does. Way too much. The atmosphere shifts after that. Subtly. Dangerously. Like Jungkook suddenly starts testing reactions on purpose now:

“You missed another mistake.”

“Jesus, are you even trying?”

“Use your head, princess.”

“There you go. Tiny brain’s finally waking up.”

Every insult sends irritation and heat crashing together violently inside your chest. And the worst part? Jungkook can tell.

Every single time.

Because now there’s amusement lingering underneath every word he says. Like he’s slowly figuring you out piece by piece.

Then finally-

after an hour of him bullying your essay into something readable, you fix a sentence before he can correct it.

Jungkook stills slightly. “Huh.”

You glance toward him suspiciously. “What?”

“That was actually good.” The praise hits you so hard it’s embarrassing. Your entire body softens instantly before you can stop it.

And Jungkook catches it immediately:

The brief widening of your eyes, the way your shoulders relax, the tiny shift in your expression.

Silence.

Then slowly… his grin returns. Oh no.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs softly.

Your stomach drops. “What?”

“You’re even worse with praise.”

Heat explodes across your face instantly. “I hate you so much.”

Jungkook laughs quietly under his breath while leaning back in his chair again, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Cute.”

The atmosphere shifts completely after that. Not playful anymore. Not even teasing. It turns sharp.

Dangerous.

Every little comment from Jungkook feels deliberate now, like he’s carefully pressing against invisible buttons just to watch how you react.

And the worst part? You think he enjoys your reactions more than the tutoring itself.

“There,” he says lazily while pointing at your screen. “That sentence doesn’t sound completely stupid anymore.”

You glare at him immediately. “You are such an asshole.”

“And yet your legs squeeze together every time i insult you.” Your entire body locks up.

Jungkook smirks slowly. “Thought so.”

“Shut up.”

“No.” The answer comes instantly, casually, and somehow that only makes heat crawl higher up your neck.

You turn back toward the laptop quickly before he notices how badly your pulse just jumped again. Unfortunately… he notices everything.

The room falls quiet for a few seconds except for the sound of typing before your phone suddenly vibrates loudly against the desk.

You barely glance toward it before Jungkook grabs it first. “Hey-”

He leans back in his chair while reading the screen casually. Then he huffs out an amused laugh.

“Oh, cute.” His eyes flick toward you lazily. “Your boyfriend’s asking where you’re at.”

“Give me that!” you snap immediately while lunging toward him.

Jungkook catches both your wrists effortlessly before you can grab the phone back and suddenly you’re shoved back down into the chair again.

Your breath catches sharply.

“Unbelievable,” he murmurs while shaking his head slightly. “You got a sweet boyfriend and still came here dressed like a slut.” Heat explodes through your body instantly.

“You really are desperate, huh?”

“Are you insane?!” you snap furiously while trying to pry his hand off your wrists. “As if i’d waste my time with some asshole like you-”

Suddenly Jungkook yanks you forward by your wrists hard enough that you nearly end up in his lap. Your breath stutters instantly.

Way too close- his face hovers right in front of yours now, dark eyes locked onto yours while his grip tightens slightly around your wrists.

“Careful with that attitude, princess,” he says lowly. “I don’t fucking care that you got a boyfriend. Imma put you into place right here, right now.”

Your stomach twists violently.

Jungkook’s tongue drags slowly across his lip piercing while watching your expression unravel in real time. “So,” he murmurs softly, “what’s it gonna be?”

Your pulse pounds harder.

“You gonna apologize for that attitude,” he continues quietly, “or should I actually put you over my knee?”

Your brain completely stalls. “Oh my god…” you whisper breathlessly.

Jungkook only tilts his head slightly. “Well?”

“You wouldn’t da-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” he interrupts with a low chuckle. “We both know I absolutely would.”

And somehow? That’s the problem. Because looking at him right now… you believe him.

Completely.

The realization sends another wave of heat straight through your body while embarrassment and arousal twist together so intensely it almost makes you dizzy.

Jungkook watches the entire internal battle happen across your face. And he enjoys every second of it.

You stare at him for several long seconds, trying desperately to think straight again before finally whispering:

“…i’m sorry.”

His eyebrow lifts slightly. “For?”

Your cheeks burn hotter. “The attitude…”

Silence.

Then slowly Jungkook nods once. “Good girl.”

The praise hits infinitely worse than the degradation ever did. Your entire body softens involuntarily before he suddenly lets go of your wrists completely.

You stumble backward into the chair while trying to catch your breath and Jungkook just watches you calmly for a second before standing up from his seat.

“We’re done for today,” he says casually like he didn’t just completely destroy your ability to think.

Your eyes snap toward him. “What?”

“I’m not in town over the weekend.” He grabs his cigarettes and lighter from the kitchen counter. “See you monday. Six o’clock sharp.”

Then finally, while glancing back toward you:“Don’t be late or else.”

Your stomach twists again. The threat shouldn’t sound as attractive as it does.

Jungkook heads toward the balcony before sliding the door open. “I’m sure you’re smart enough to find the door yourself,” he says lazily over his shoulder. “Have fun at the party, princess.”

The smirk he sends you is devastating. Then he steps outside onto the balcony and leaves you sitting there alone in complete silence.

For several seconds, you can’t move. Can barely breathe properly. Your wrists still tingle where he held them while your brain desperately tries to process what the hell just happened in this apartment.

Eventually you gather your things with shaky hands before standing up from the chair.

And even while leaving his apartment… you can still hear his voice looping through your head:

‘good girl’

By the time you arrive at the sorority party, the music is already shaking the walls. The house is crowded, warm and loud, bodies packed together beneath dim lights while alcohol spills freely through the rooms and someone immediately drags you toward the kitchen the second you walk in.

For a while, things actually feel normal again. Your friends surround you instantly, music drowning out your thoughts before they can spiral too far, and soon you’re laughing, dancing, drinking, letting yourself sink into the chaos of the evening instead of thinking about tattooed hands and degrading comments that still linger far too vividly in your head.

Eventually your boyfriend arrives too, and the second he sees you, his entire face softens.

“There’s my girl,” he smiles warmly while pulling you against him.

Your chest aches unexpectedly at the sight of him because he’s sweet. So sweet. The exact opposite of Jungkook.

You spend most of the evening attached to him after that, sitting on his lap while your friends tease the two of you mercilessly. His hands stay respectful and warm against your waist while he kisses your cheek occasionally and smiles every time you laugh. Everything about him feels normal, easy, safe. It should feel perfect.

And yet Jungkook keeps creeping back into your head anyway- every time someone jokingly calls you princess. Every time someone grabs your wrist. Every time your pulse jumps unexpectedly for absolutely no reason at all.

It’s exhausting.

Later in the evening, you end up tucked against your boyfriend again on one of the couches while people dance around you, his hand resting gently against your thigh as he kisses you softly, sweetly, and suddenly your brain flashes back to Jungkook’s hand landing sharply against your leg earlier that evening.

‘That did something, huh?’

Heat rushes through you instantly. Without thinking, you bite down lightly against your boyfriend’s lip during the kiss and he immediately pulls back with a surprised laugh.

“Ow,” he grins. “Sweetheart, i didn’t know you liked that.”

Your stomach twists painfully. “Yeah well…” you murmur, still slightly dazed from the comparison flashing through your head again. “What if i do?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen slightly and honestly, the reaction alone tells you enough. Cute. God, he’s so cute. And somehow that only frustrates you more tonight.

Still, he kisses you again eagerly after that and you let yourself sink into it, trying desperately to focus on him instead of dark eyes, tattooed fingers and degrading whispers that keep poisoning your thoughts. The kisses grow messier after a while, needier, and eventually your frustration starts boiling over completely until, before you can think too hard about it, you grab his hand and pull him upstairs toward your bedroom.

Your boyfriend nearly stumbles after you in surprise. “Someone’s impatient tonight,” he laughs breathlessly. If only he knew.

The second your bedroom door closes behind you, he kisses you again immediately, hands fumbling awkwardly against your waist while you melt against him for a moment before frustration creeps back in all over again.

Too soft. Too careful. Your brain keeps comparing and you hate it.

Eventually you pull back slightly, still flushed and restless while your boyfriend looks at you with visible confusion.

“You okay?”

You hesitate for a second before awkwardly mumbling, “Could you maybe be… I don’t know… a bit mean?” Silence.

Your boyfriend blinks at you. “…mean?”

Immediately you feel stupid. “Agh, nevermind-”

“No no,” he says quickly, visibly flustered now. “I can do that.” His cheeks turn pink instantly, which honestly only makes this worse.

You try not to laugh while he awkwardly attempts to look intimidating for maybe the first time in his entire life before finally mumbling after several painfully adorable seconds:

“…you’ve been a bad girl?”

You stare at him. He stares back nervously.

“…like that?” he asks uncertainly. And oh my god. The problem isn’t that he’s doing it wrong. The problem is that all you can hear in your head is:

‘careful with that attitude, princess’

Your boyfriend kisses you again sweetly, clearly trying his best, and guilt suddenly crashes into your stomach so hard it almost makes you sick.

Because none of this is fair to him.

Not the comparison constantly running through your head. Not the fact that every time he touches you gently, your brain cruelly flashes back to rough hands around your wrists and a low voice telling you to behave. And definitely not the way your body keeps betraying you every single time Jungkook slips into your thoughts.

Still, you try. You really do.

You pull your boyfriend down onto the bed with you, kissing him deeper this time while his hands settle carefully against your waist. He lets you guide the pace completely, soft and patient even while your kisses grow hungrier, more desperate. His fingers slide underneath the hem of your shirt slowly, hesitantly, like he’s making sure every touch is okay before allowing himself more.

Sweet. Careful. Respectful.

You hate that it suddenly frustrates you.

Your boyfriend pulls back slightly to catch his breath, eyes warm while he brushes your hair away from your face.

“You’re really worked up tonight,” he laughs softly. If only he knew why.

You kiss him again immediately instead of answering, trying to force yourself back into the moment, trying to focus on him instead of another man’s smirk burned permanently into your brain.

But then your boyfriend’s hands pause again. Hesitate. “Hey,” he murmurs gently, thumbs brushing softly against your hips. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

Your chest tightens instantly. “It’s okay,” you say quickly, almost too quickly. “I want to.”

“I know.” His voice stays soft. “But you seem nervous.”

That word almost makes you laugh. Nervous. No, nervous was showing up at Jungkook’s apartment.

This? This is frustration slowly eating you alive.

Still, your boyfriend only smiles reassuringly before pressing another sweet kiss against your forehead.

“We can just cuddle, sweetheart.”

And god. That should make you melt. It should make your heart ache in the good way.

Instead, disappointment curls ugly and shameful inside your stomach before guilt immediately follows right after it.

Because he deserves someone who looks at him and feels content. Safe. Satisfied.

Not someone lying in bed secretly replaying another man’s voice in her head.

Your boyfriend pulls you against his chest afterward, wrapping an arm loosely around your waist while you curl up beside him beneath the blankets. The room slowly quiets around you except for the distant bass of the party downstairs and his steady breathing beside you.

Eventually your eyes drift shut.

And still, somehow… the last thing you see before falling asleep is Jungkook’s smirk:

‘good girl’

By the time sleep finally pulls you under, frustration still burns hot beneath your skin, tangled together with shame, confusion and the horrible realization that you are already anticipating monday evening far more than you should.

Sunday evening is somehow even worse.

You spend most of the weekend irritated for reasons you absolutely refuse to examine too closely. Your friends notice immediately of course, constantly asking why you seem distracted while you keep brushing them off with weak excuses about stress and assignments, but the truth is far more embarrassing.

You can’t stop thinking about him.

Not just the way he looks at you or the degrading comments that keep replaying in your head at the worst possible moments, but the way he somehow slid underneath your skin in less than a week and made himself comfortable there.

It’s deeply annoying. And deeply concerning.

By sunday night, you’re lying in bed staring blankly at the ceiling while your laptop sits abandoned beside you. You’ve reread the same paragraph at least three times now without processing a single word because your brain keeps wandering right back to friday evening.

‘good girl’

You groan quietly into your pillow before finally grabbing your phone from the nightstand.

This is stupid. Very stupid.

Still, your thumb opens Jungkook’s chat anyway.

You stare at the conversation for a long moment while trying to come up with literally any excuse to text him that doesn’t make you sound insane. Maybe ask about the essay. Maybe pretend you forgot something important. Maybe…

A new message suddenly appears.

Jungkook: write a 5k essay until monday as homework.

Your eyes widen instantly. Then, in pure panic, you immediately close the chat again because oh my god. He saw that you read it instantly.

Meaning you were already in the conversation. Meaning-

Another message appears almost immediately after.

Jungkook: huh. you’re either psychic or a lil crazy stalker. what’s it gonna be?

You stare at the screen in disbelief. Asshole. Absolutely not.

You refuse to answer immediately because that would only prove his point, so instead you throw your phone dramatically onto the bed beside you and force yourself to wait before responding.

Five minutes pass. Then ten. Twenty. By minute thirty, you’re honestly starting to feel proud of your self-control.

Finally, you grab your phone again and type back:

You: please, don’t fool yourself. i accidentally opened the wrong chat. what topic for the essay?

The typing bubble appears instantly. Of course he’s already online.

Jungkook: yea sure lol whatever lets you sleep at night, princess. don’t fucking care. just get it done

Your eye twitches immediately.

You: 🙄

Three dots instantly appear again.

Jungkook: don’t roll your eyes

You snort quietly into your pillow before typing back without thinking too hard about it.

You: or what?

Honestly, what exactly is he gonna do over text?

But then your phone suddenly lights up.

Incoming Video Call:

Jungkook

Your entire body freezes. “What the fuck…”

You just stare at the display while your pulse immediately starts climbing for absolutely no reason at all. Then another notification appears on the screen.

Jungkook: answer the fucking call. now.

Your thumb hovers uncertainly over the green button for several long seconds before you finally press it with a deep inhale, immediately arranging your face into the most unimpressed expression you can manage.

Jungkook appears on the screen almost instantly-Black hoodie. Messy hair. Lip piercing catching faint light from somewhere outside. And annoyingly enough, he somehow still looks unfairly good.

“What?” you ask quickly. “I’m busy-”

Jungkook silently lifts a finger toward his lips and you actually stop talking. Then you realize. Your eyes narrow immediately and you roll them dramatically instead.

A low chuckle leaves him. “Ah,” he murmurs lazily while taking a slow drag from the cigarette between his fingers. “Another eye roll. Well… that’s gonna be a 15k essay by now.”

Your jaw drops instantly. “What?!”

Jungkook just watches you calmly through the smoke curling around his face.

“You’re kidding. Jungkook, it’s sunday evening and I have classes tomorrow-”

“Dooooon’t care,” he interrupts smoothly, dragging the word out mockingly. “Get it done by tomorrow.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can.” Another drag. “Use that little brain of yours.”

“You’re such an asshole-”

Jungkook clicks his tongue softly before leaning closer toward the camera and blowing smoke directly at it. When he leans back again, his expression is completely unimpressed.

“20k.”

Your mouth literally falls open. “Oh my god?!”

“Want to add another 5k?” he asks calmly. “Then keep going.”

The smirk from earlier is gone now and somehow that’s worse because suddenly he sounds serious.

“You can either shut the fuck up,” Jungkook continues lowly, “or keep being a brat and make your own life harder. Your choice, princess.”

Your stomach twists violently. The fight inside you doesn’t disappear, but eventually you stay quiet anyway.

Jungkook notices immediately. “Good choice.”

Heat crawls slowly up your neck against your will.

“20k words,” he says lazily. “And it better not be shit.” Then finally, while looking directly into the camera:

“Otherwise I’ll make you kneel for the entire study session tomorrow.” Your breath catches sharply. Jungkook’s eyes flick downward briefly like he noticed. Of course he did.

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

And then the call ends just like that, leaving you staring at your phone in complete disbelief while your heart pounds violently against your ribs.

Because what the actual fuck just happened.

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[seokbite]

PRIVATE PRACTICE | jeon jungkook ⋆ ⸝⸝

starring: sex therapist!jungkook x fem!reader

synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.

warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.

✶﹐word count: 10.5k

The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.

In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.

Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.

“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.

You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.

You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.

Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.

The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.

All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.

You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.

By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.

Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.

It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”

Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.

“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”

The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.

The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.

You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.

Finally, the door opened.

Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.

He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.

His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.

You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.

Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.

Jungkook listened intently the entire time.

His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.

When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.

“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”

You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”

The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.

You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.

“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”

Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”

You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”

Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”

Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.

Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”

You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”

Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.

“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”

He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.

Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”

Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.

“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”

Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.

He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.

A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.

“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”

He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.

Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.

Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”

You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”

His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.

The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.

He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.

“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”

You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.

After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”

With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.

“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”

Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.

After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.

“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”

Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”

“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.

Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.

Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”

You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.

He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.

Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.

You were on cloud nine.

“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.

Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”

Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.

“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.

Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.

You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.

You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.

Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”

Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”

A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”

Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.

After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”

He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.

You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”

Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.

Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.

“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”

Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.

Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.

Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.

Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”

His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.

Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”

He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.

He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.

“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”

You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”

Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.

Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”

He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.

You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.

Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”

You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.

Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”

You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”

Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.

He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.

You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.

Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.

“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.

A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.

You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.

His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.

Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.

Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.

Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.

A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.

Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.

“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.

Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.

Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”

Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.

“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”

Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.

A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.

Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”

Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.

You were falling apart between them.

“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”

Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”

Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.

The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.

Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.

The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”

The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”

Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.

Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”

You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”

Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”

He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.

As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.

Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”

You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.

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[outrokoo]

𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨 | 𝙟𝙟𝙠

˙⋆✮ They say having feelings for your brother’s best friend is never a good idea…

But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.

He’s been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it’s only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.

For the first time ever, loving him doesn’t feel easy at all.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : brother’s best friend!jungkook x f!reader

genre : unrequited love(?), brother’s best friend trope, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn

𝙬𝙘 : tba

𝙘𝙬 : age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (!!adding new warnings when needed!!), slow burn

₊˚.༄ hopefully updating constantly 🖤

ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

00 : prologue (must read!)

01 : chapter 1

02 : chapter 2

[spideyjimin]

close your eyes: part II | jjk

⤷ finding out about his secret from someone else hurts more than expected. you’ve always hated lies, and he knew it, which made it even harder. his intentions were never meant to hurt you; he just wanted to be seen for who he truly is. despite it all, your heart burns for him. you’ve never loved anyone this intensely, but are you truly ready to trust him again?  

—  pairing: jungkook x fem. reader 

—  genre: strangers to lovers, ceo au, biker au, slow burn, angst, fluff, and smut

— rating: 18+ 

—  words: 25,294

—  warnings: arguing, lying, swearing, trust issues, hurt, a looot of alcohol consumption, mention of heartbreak, conflicted feelings, our super oc gets drunk, mention of death, mention of divorce, implied cheating, crying, nervousness, some awkwardness, mention of insecurities, teasing, some sexual tension, strong language, a lot of make out, mention of sex, nipple sucking, dirty talking, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding (if we can even say it), multiple orgasms, creampie, and mention of grief

—  author’s note: the final part is finally all yours! ✨thank you very very much to all of you for showing love to this little series ❤️ i truly hope you’ll enjoy this last part and don’t hesitate to let me know what you think of it ❤️ if something isn’t clear, let me know ✨love you all 💕

SERIES MASTERLIST | PART I

“He’s the head of the Jeon Group and CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals,” John says. “Apparently, he wants to buy the company.”

To say that you’re shocked is an understatement. There are no words to describe what you’re truly feeling. Betrayed? Maybe. Lied to? Obviously. Hurt? Still need to figure that one out.

By reflex, you type his name on Google, and it’s with no surprise that you see tons of pictures and articles about him. How didn’t you find out about it sooner? Why didn’t he say anything? He had many opportunities to tell you, but he never did.

Your eyes quickly scan all the pictures, as if they’d disappeared when you stop looking. Then you grab your phone, unlocking it to open your chat with him. Your shaky fingers try to type something, but your mind is unable to put down all the millions of thoughts flying around.

You conclude that this can’t be discussed over messages, and even though this is all a mess, you don’t want to distract him during his meeting. He said it was important, and you’d feel bad if it all went wrong. You take a deep breath and focus again on your work, which turns out to be complicated.

The meeting between your boss and Jungkook stretches for hours, and you even have the time to leave before him. As planned, you still ordered pizzas from his favorite place and went back home, patiently waiting for him.

When he finally steps inside your place, your heart drops. Seeing him with that damn suit makes it more real. Somehow, this is the final proof you needed. A contagious smile appears on his tired face.

“Hi, love,” he says while stepping closer to you.

However, the hurt makes you step back. There’s no way you’re going to greet him with a ‘hi, love’ when he clearly lied to your face for six months. What else did he lie about? God knows what else he hid from you.

His eyebrows furrow while his hands close the door behind him. Jungkook doesn’t come any closer, respecting the distance you purposely created between you.

“How was the meeting with NovaTech?” you ask him, crossing your arms.

“Shit,” he mumbles, closing his eyes for a second.

Jungkook unties his tie as if it’s suffocating him right now.

“Yeah, shit,” you say, turning your back to him as you make your way inside your apartment.

Your boyfriend takes his shoes off but doesn’t leave the entrance. Your heart is beating crazily inside your chest while you stop in the hallway. Of all the people, you never imagined Jungkook hiding something so big from you. Being the head of the Jeon Group and CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals isn’t a small thing. It’s actually huge.

“Look…” he begins, his footstep echoing behind you.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” you ask without screaming as you turn to face him. The pain in your voice is loud and clear.

“I don’t know…” he runs his hand through his fluffy hair.

“That’s not an answer, Jungkook,” you say, as you throw your hands in the air. “I found out through a coworker that you’re a damn CEO and head of a huge group.”

This isn’t about him being rich as fuck and leading companies. This is about him lying to your face for months.

“I’m sorry for that, love,” he says. “It wasn’t my intention.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, clearly trying to find the right words to explain himself.

“For the first time in my life, someone didn’t recognize me,” he begins. “I thought you were pretending at first, but I slowly realized that you truly had no idea who I was. And call me selfish if you want, but it felt great.”

Right now, you blame yourself for being stupid and not knowing. How on earth didn’t you see anything for the past six months? Well, truth being told, you’re not the kind of person who spends hours on her phone. You’d rather watch a movie than scroll endlessly through social media.  

“So, I found myself wanting you to see me for who I truly was, and not the CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals. I didn’t want my status to define our interactions,” he continues to explain, and you feel your heart drop. “You’re the first and only person who ever really and truly saw Jeon Jungkook.”

This is devastating to hear. Even though his lie breaks your heart, knowing that people only looked at him for his status hurts. This man has a wonderful soul, and he honestly deserves all the love in the world.

“When were you expecting to tell me?” you ask. “When we were going to get married, and I couldn’t run away?”

The pain on his face shatters you more than you want to admit.

“No, I would have never done that,” he shakes his head. “I was planning on doing it before my brother’s birthday.”

Oh yeah, right, his brother’s birthday! It had completely disappeared from your mind, but if you’re not wrong, it’s next week.

“Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you never said it in six months…”

He closes his eyes, evidently upset by the conversation.

“Who knows what else you hide…” you whisper.

“Nothing else,” he instantly replies. “I swear.”

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

The words sound harsher than you intend them to be, but it reflects how you feel. No answer comes from his mouth, and it just hurts you even more.

“You knew I hate lies and secrets,” you continue.

“I know…”  

“It feels like you don’t…” You reply.

The way your ex hid from you that he was talking and seeing the girl he had a crush on devastated you. From the very beginning, you told the story and said to Jungkook how much you hated lies. And then, here you go—being lied to all over again.

A heavy silence settles between you, and you absolutely hate it. This one doesn’t feel safe like usual. Jungkook exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“I never lied about who I am,” he says quietly. “I just didn’t tell you everything.”

You let out a short and humorless laugh.

“That’s still lying, Jungkook.”

He simply nods, not fighting back, and somehow it makes it worse.

“It was never about tricking you,” he says. “It was the only way I knew how to be normal.”

Your head tilts, “Normal?”

“Yes,” he says, his voice softer now. “You never expected anything from me as the entire world does, and you never looked at me differently the second you heard my name. Nobody ever looked at me like you did.” He pauses for a second. “With you, I could be myself.”

Your heart squeezes, and you hate that it does. What he says makes sense. You probably can’t understand him because you’re not the daughter of some wealthy man—you’re just a regular employee.

“But you still decided for me what I got to know and what I didn’t,” you reply. “If you had told me, even that night under the stars, I would have embraced it. Maybe it would have taken some time, but I still would.”

Gosh, you’re desperately trying to hold back the tears.

“Because I would have heard it from you.”

Jungkook could have done this completely differently, but he chose to hide it from you, which isn’t fair.

“And you let me trust you without giving me the full truth,” you add.

That might be the hardest part for you. You trust him. You really do, but right now, you don’t know if you still do.

“I know,” he says. “And I hate that I hurt you.”

At least, it’s a good start that he realized he hurt you. This definitely isn’t easy, and you never pictured yourself having this conversation with him. Of course, you knew there would be tense moments when arguments would appear, but you never imagined that one of them would be because he lied to you.

“You really did,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says for the millionth time. “I wasn’t trying to lie to you,” he continues. “I just didn’t want to lose what we had before it even had a chance to exist.”

You’re torn between your pain and the one he clearly has. Growing up under the spotlight and the expectation that you’d be as good as your dad in business probably wasn’t easy. And you don’t even want to think about how it feels to be recognized everywhere you go.

“Jungkook…” you whisper before taking a step in his direction. “Sooner or later, I would have found out.”

He closes his eyes, and now that you’re closer, you notice his shaky hands.

“I was going to tell you, I promise.”

He doesn’t attempt to close the distance between the two of you. Your throat tightens at the thought of what you’re going to say.

“I need space and time,” you confess.

Jungkook nods, and it just breaks your heart to see him like that. You still deeply love him, but you really need space to think properly. You don’t want to make any rushed decisions right now. It will only make it worse.

“Your pizza is on the kitchen counter, you can take it,” you tell him.

Despite it all, you don’t want him to starve.

“You can keep it,” he replies.

“No, I bought it for you, so please take it,” you basically beg.

“Okay,” he says, nodding.

His shoulder brushes yours as he walks toward the kitchen. Inevitably, you close your eyes. Your body and soul still crave him desperately, but for once, you need to listen to your brain. When he comes back, the pizza box rests in his hands. In absolute silence, he puts his shoes back before he looks back at you.

“I’m really sorry,” he says.

Another silence settles between you. There’s nothing more that needs to be added—you’ve already said everything.

“Goodbye, yn.”

He opens the door, looking back at you one last time.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

Seeing him leave hurts more than expected, because it almost feels like he’s leaving for good. Is it what you truly want?

After sending a “I need your help” text to Hyunri and Juhee, the three of you organized a little dinner together at Hyunri’s place. They were more inclined to do it in a restaurant, but you insisted on not doing so. They don’t know it yet, but you clearly don’t want anyone to hear you. God only knows who doesn’t know Jungkook…

So, right now, you’re casually drinking a glass of wine in Hyunri’s kitchen while you’re preparing dinner together.

“So…” Juhee starts speaking, her eyes shifting from the tomatoes she’s cutting to you. “What’s going on?”  

You bite your lower lip, trying to think how to express out loud the turmoil going on in your head.

“Do you know Jungkook’s job?” you then decide to ask.

She’s married to Jungkook’s best friend; she must know. She frowns, somehow confused by your question. Hyunri looks between the two of you.

“Who doesn’t…” she replies.

This all confirms everything. Now the real question is, why didn’t she say anything… She’s your best friend; she could have told you.

“Me,” you admit in a small voice.

“How didn’t you know?” Juhee asks. “The guy is literally everywhere.”

“I don’t know,” you reply.

Their expressions go from confused to kind of sad.

“Wait, so all this time, you were with him, totally ignoring who he was?” Juhee asks, and you nod.

“Girl, how??” Hyunri dramatically asks. “I truly thought you knew. Half the reasons I was encouraging you were because he’s huge and wealthy as fuck,” she explains. “The other half was because you had someone interested in you, finally, but that’s not the point here.”

A little silence stretches between the three of you, and you blame yourself even more for not noticing.

“I hadn’t recognized him at first, but when Juhee said his name, I immediately understood who he was,” she adds.

This makes you feel even more stupid. Everybody realized who he was, except for you.

“He’s like the most wanted man,” Juhee adds, then pauses for a second. “Somehow, he always managed to keep his private life very secret, which is why nobody ever knew about his ex-wife, and based on Yoongi’s words, it was one of the many causes of their arguments,” she focuses back on cutting the tomatoes. “The second he was seen with a famous woman, people were speculating they were together. She’d hate it and asked him a ton of times to kind of make their marriage official, but he always refused.”  

God, hearing her talk about him being known makes it even more real, as if it wasn’t already.

“He wanted to protect her,” she continues.

This really sounds like him, or at least the version of him you’ve gotten to know over the past six months.

“How did I not know?” you sigh in disbelief.

You’re still trying to understand how you didn’t.

“He never mentioned anything?” Hyunri asks.

You shake your head before saying, “That’s why I need your help. I found out two days ago when he showed up at my workplace for a meeting with my boss, and I was so angry and hurt.” You pause for a moment, your eyes moving between your friends. “It wasn’t because he’s a CEO or whatever, but because he never said it. He just hid it and kept entertaining this fantasy as if I wouldn’t find it out one day.”

Juhee sighs before resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Look, you have all the rights to be mad about it,” she begins. “But you should also consider his side. I might be biased because I know him, but I for sure know very well how he hates the attention he gets.”

You take a deep breath, remembering his words from two nights ago. Somehow, you wanted to hate him, but you can’t. For sure, lying to you wasn’t his best move, but he had very solid reasons.

“For a while, he was hiding behind his dad's shadow, but even like that, he’d still manage to get some attention. However, when his mom passed, his dad decided to retire fully. Jungkook took everything over, and since then, it’s been crazy. He’s not really used to it,” she continues saying. “So, I can only imagine how it must have felt when the woman you’re into doesn’t know you.”

Hearing this from someone other than him reassures you in some ways.

“He mentioned it felt great,” you tell her. “And that he wanted me to see him for who he truly was.”

“See,” Juhee says.

“It might be wrong what he did, but one thing is sure: he loves you,” Hyunri steps in. “The way he looks at you and how he is with you says a lot about what he feels for you.”

“It’s not about him loving me or not,” you reply. “It’s about him lying when he knew how my ex hurt me with all his lies. He knew it and still decided to do the same. Right now, I don’t trust him.”

Your words might sound harsh, but they reflect how you feel at this precise instant. They feel sorry for you; you can tell by the way they look at you.

“His reasons might be solid, but they still don’t excuse the fact that he chose to live in his delulu world and hide it from me.”

Juhee nods. “Give yourself maybe a couple of days to think about it, and then talk to him again. This caught you both by surprise. Maybe if you let things cool down a bit, the conversation will be more constructive, and you’d both understand each other’s perspective.”

Right now, you don’t know. Your thoughts are just rushing, making it hard for you to function. Everything that you do keeps reminding you of Jungkook. It’s just hard. 

“We have his brother’s birthday this weekend,” you inform them. “He had already told his family he’d come with me, but now, I don’t know what to do.”

Your hands run through your face as you feel completely lost. Honestly, you were so excited to meet his family, especially his brother, since he always talks about him so much. But now… You’re not even sure you want to be around him.

“You should go,” Hyunri tells you. “It will give him another chance to explain things to you. I truly believe you should talk and not let time settle between you and destroy the beautiful story you’ve built together so far.”

Jungkook is the reason you built something beautiful. He’s been more than patient with you, as you clearly struggled with being with someone all over again.

“I’ll see,” you reply honestly. “I’ll let you know in any case what I decide.”

You’re grateful to have them by your side, and you value their advice. The thing is, since Juhee knows Jungkook, you can’t help but feel like her advice will never be a hundred percent objective. She gets to see both sides, and it can be cool, but she can understand the two of you, which right now doesn’t feel helpful.

In any case, you’re going to think about it and see if you’ll go to Jungkook’s brother's party.  

With a beating heart, you push the bottom with Jungkook’s name on it. In the end, you decided to follow your friends’ advice and still go to his brother’s birthday. You haven’t told him anything about it, which may not have been the greatest idea. He might not be home anymore, but you’re still trying.

“Yn?” you hear his voice through the intercom.

“Hi Jungkook,” you tell him with nervousness.

He unlocks the door, letting you in, and a couple of seconds later, you’re standing in front of him. As usual, he looks so freaking good in his grey suit pants and white shirt. Could he just stop for a second to be this handsome? He’s only making it harder for you.  

His face can’t hide his surprise, and honestly, you’re even astonished by yourself. Any sane person would have stayed away from the person who hurt them, instead of running right to their place.  

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he says.

“We have your brother’s birthday,” you tell him.

As a matter of fact, you’ve tried to pull out an outfit that would seem fit to meet high-profile people. The dresses or skirts from your closet didn’t seem good enough, so you opted for black classy pants with a white top. The look is completed with a brown belt and a beige handbag.

“I thought that after what happened, you wouldn’t want to come,” he mumbles with his eyebrow furrowed.

Damn, he looks too cute for his own good, and you fight the urge to run your fingers over his adorable face. However, you can’t help but notice the prominent dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t had any decent sleep in a while.

“I highly considered it,” you explain, “but you promised your family I’d be there, and I would feel bad not to come.”

Although your friends convinced you to come, not coming would have also made you feel terrible.

“I could have made up some random excuse,” he replies.

“It’s fine,” you shake your head.

Jungkook runs a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes never once leaving yours. Despite it all, you still love having his gaze on you as if he were completely mesmerized by you.

“You should have called or texted me,” he then says. “I could have picked you up.”

You thickly swallow. This is something you highly considered and even started typing, but you needed time to prepare yourself mentally to face him again. Coming on your own allowed you to just think properly.

“No,” you reply. “It’s better like this.”

Jungkook nods, “Let me just finish preparing, and we can leave.”

He steps aside, letting you step inside his place. Since you don’t want to take your shoes off, you remain at the entrance, waiting for him. For a second, he hesitates to speak, but quickly gives up and disappears into his large apartment.

Now that you’re aware of his status, his apartment doesn’t seem so big as it used to. The first time he brought you here, you wondered how much he was earning to afford paying for something this huge. Today, knowing who he is makes this look so small.

Seconds later, he reappears fully ready. Your heart skips a beat when you see him, and you definitely hate how things are right now. You constantly have to fight the urge to just hold him. However, you still need time.

Naturally, you step aside to let him put his shoes on before the two of you leave his place. On your way to the parking, none of you truly speaks, which feels extremely weird. It’s like you’re complete strangers when in fact this man holds your heart in the palm of his hands.

The same silence follows you through the car drive, the music filling the background as your eyes are locked on the city. Nonetheless, you can feel his eyes on you from time to time, but you ignore it with your entire being. You’d completely surrender if you even take a look at him.

When you reach the destination, you can’t help but notice that the event is taking place in a hotel. Somehow, you’re sad because you would have loved to see where Jungkook had grown up. But it is what it is.

Jungkook is nothing but a gentleman, opening the car door for you. Not once does he touch you, which saddens you a lot, but you’re thankful for it. It would make things a lot more complicated.

“We don’t have to hang out together,” he tells you as you both walk towards the entrance. “I can introduce you to my dad and brother, and you can do what you want.”

You simply nod, not sure what to say. Even though you walk side by side, there is still a certain distance between you. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. As soon as you step inside the reception room, all the faces turn to look at you. It’s like you have a huge target on your head. However, you know they aren’t looking at you.

They’re looking at him.

It’s so strange. You’re not sure you’d ever be able to get used to a world where he catches everybody’s attention with his presence only.

“Jungkook,” a man almost screams as he walks toward you.

Instantly, your gaze shifts to Jungkook, trying to read him. A bright smile stretches across his face, and when you look back at the man, you can’t help but notice their resemblance. Since he looks young, you’d say that’s his brother.

“Junyoung,” Jungkook says, taking a step toward the man’s direction.

They hug each other, and you can’t help but smile. It’s definitely an adorable moment. They whisper some words to each other, and you stand there, looking at them. For a moment, you look around, trying to see if you recognize anybody, but those are all strangers. The only thing they have in common is how gorgeous they look.  

When they separate, they turn to you. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with joy, which melts your heart instantly.

“Junyoung, this is yn,” Jungkook introduces you to him. “And yn, this is my brother.”

“It’s finally a pleasure to meet the girl who stole my brother’s heart,” Junyoung says as he extends his hand.

You shake it with a smile on your face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” you say. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hopefully, only good things,” he replies.

“He never said anything bad about you.”

Somehow, you can’t picture Jungkook speaking poorly of someone. Even when he talked about his dad being absent, it wasn’t in a bad way. It was still gentle despite the fact that he had hurt him in the past.

“Good to know,” he says with a smile.

“And happy birthday,” you tell him before you completely forget why you’re here in the first place.

“Thanks.”

The three of you talk together for a moment, and as you speak, you take a glass of champagne. Surviving this night with Jungkook is definitely going to be tough. He doesn’t leave your side, but doesn’t touch you either. Speaking with him and his brother as if nothing ever happened isn’t easy too. It’s like everything is just fine between you, when it’s not the case.

Junyoung is a natural social butterfly—he speaks a lot. He has so many great stories about him and Jungkook, and the way he tells them only makes them funnier. Through it all, you imagine a younger version of Jungkook, which melts your heart over and over again.

As you keep talking and drinking, you find yourself leaning naturally against him, his body brushing against yours. His warmth feels comfortable, as usual.

Other people start joining you, and Jungkook introduces you as his girlfriend to all of them. Your heart squeezes every time he says girlfriend, which you still are, but somehow, it scares you that maybe you won’t be anymore. But you push that thought away. You’re here to celebrate his brother, not overthink your relationship status.

“Dad, this is yn,” Jungkook says when his father joins you.

“Hello yn,” the older man says with a big smile. “I’m Minju, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” you reply. “It’s also an honor to meet Jungkook’s father.”

It’s more than an honor to meet one of the most influential and wealthiest men on earth. It’s the first time that you’re standing in front of someone that huge—if we don’t consider Jungkook. You’ve heard and read so many things about him, and it feels surreal to have him in front of you.

“Please don’t call me Mr. Jeon, it makes me feel old,” he says, and it makes you chuckle. “Minju is more than enough, especially if you’re my son’s girlfriend.”

Again, your heart squeezes. Right now, you just wish things were different between you and him, so this wasn’t hard to hear. As discreetly as possible, you finish your fourth—or maybe fifth—glass of champagne before putting it down on the table next to you.

“We’re somehow like family now,” he adds.

You simply nod, too scared to say something you’d regret. You’d hate yourself if you ever say or do something that’ll embarrass you and Jungkook. He has a reputation, and you wouldn’t want to ruin it just because he hurt you. That wouldn’t be fair.

The conversation keeps flowing naturally, and his dad is honestly very nice to you. He raises questions, tries to learn some things about you, and tells you some stories about Jungkook. Through the conversations with him and Junyoung, you get to discover a side of him you haven’t seen, which is totally normal, as you’ve only known him for six months.

At some point, you lay your head on his shoulder, and you feel him tense against you. For sure, he wasn’t expecting it, but right now, with all the alcohol you’ve had—you’ve stopped counting the glasses of champagne and wine you’ve drunk—, you don’t care. If you have to pretend that nothing happened between you, let’s do it correctly.

And for the first time, he rests his hand on your back. His touch sends electricity through your entire body, but you choose to ignore it. It’s better like that. A smile appears on his dad’s face when he notices the sweet, affectionate moment between you and his son.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispers to you.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need to rest my head a bit.”

“Do you want to go home?” he asks with concern.

“No, no,” you reply. “It’s fine.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and you both stay like that as people chat around you. You don’t hear anything they say, too caught up in Jungkook’s warmth. His strong cologne is the only thing you can smell right now, and his body is the only thing you want to feel—not in a sexual way. Being away from him this past few days makes you realize how much you missed him.

You close your eyes, enjoying this moment between you two.

When you open them again, Jungkook is pouring water into a glass, and then hands it to you. You look up at him, trying to read his face, but it’s in vain—he’s totally unreadable. The only thing that truly strikes you is how tired he looks.  

“Here, for you,” he whispers.

“Thanks,” you say as you take the glass.

Your body straightens before you eagerly drink the water. You didn’t even know you were this thirsty, but he did. Of course, he did! He always notices every little thing, which infuriates you a bit right now. You excuse yourself, disappearing into the bathroom to take a breather.

For a little while, you just remain seated on the toilet bowl. You rest your head in your hands, trying to gather yourself for a bit. It’s not easy, and the fact that you’ve been drinking a lot throughout the night isn’t helping at all.

“What have I done?” you mumble to yourself. “Why did I find someone like him?”

The fact that he’s sweet, prevenient, and a gentleman makes it extremely hard to be mad at him for his lie. Despite everything, he still remains the same. He’s still the Jungkook you fell in love with.

Your phone buzzes in your handbag, which instantly distracts you from whatever is going through your mind. When you take it out, your heart stops. It’s a message from Jungkook.

jungkook 🏍️: everything’s fine?

you: yeah

You put the phone back inside your bag and leave the bathroom. If you stay any longer, he’ll start worrying, and that’s not what you want. You’re not a sadist. When you reemerge in the venue, your eyes scan the room, looking for the man of your dreams. The second you spot him in the room, he’s already looking in your direction.

A little smile appears on your face, and he returns it.

Before you even have the time to realize it, he’s already walking towards you, and you decide to meet him halfway. Jungkook is clearly worried; you can tell from the way he looks at you. It breaks your heart to see him like this. It has never been your intention to worry him.

“Yn,” he says once you’re standing face to face. “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

You’re not sure if the alcohol in your blood inhibits all your senses, but you find yourself putting your hands on his sweet face.

“I think I drank a bit too much,” you confess. “But don’t worry, it’s okay.”  

“I noticed it, but you don’t look okay,” he tells you.

“Well…” you begin, but you’re not sure whether to keep going. “Alcohol and hurt aren’t a good combination.”

The softness in his gaze almost makes it hard to look at him. His hands fall over yours, his thumbs stroking your skin.

“I told you that you didn’t need to come,” he whispers.

“I didn’t want to disappoint your family while I still figure things out,” you admit.

“You wouldn’t have disappointed anybody, yn,” he tells you with a tenderness that clutches your heart. “If anything, it was understandable if you wouldn’t come.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, enjoying this proximity after everything that happened. From an outside perspective, this moment looks like a cute one between you, and it kind of is. However, it fully isn’t.

“But they don’t know,” you whisper as you open your eyes.

“They don’t need to,” he replies instantly. “This is between you and me, and if you hadn’t come, it was my problem, not theirs.”

Damn, you hate the way he looks at you, and you’re the only one to blame.

“Let me drive you home,” he adds.

This time, you nod. Maybe it’s best if you go home and sleep. His strong hands take yours away from his face before his right hand holds yours. His fingers don’t intertwine, which saddens you a bit, so you decide to do it. Jungkook guides you through the people to join his brother and dad.

“We’re going home,” he informs them. “She isn’t feeling well.”   

They wave you goodbye, telling you they hope you’ll get better soon. They also mention how glad they were to meet you and hope to see you again. It pains you not to be able to answer them, but you can’t say you’ll see them again when you’re not even sure what to do with Jungkook. 

The ride to your place begins in pure silence, none of you knowing what to say. It feels peaceful at first, but you quickly realize that you don’t want to go to your place. You actually don’t even want to sleep alone tonight. It’s a bit fucked up, but honestly, you’re not really able to think properly.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” you say, breaking the silence.

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly before his eyes quickly glance at you.

“It’s not a good idea, yn,” he replies.

“Why?” you pout.

“You perfectly know why,” he says. “I hurt you.”

You sigh, knowing damn well that it’s a lost cause. He’s not going to say yes, not even in your wildest dreams. And his answer hits you like a punch in your stomach. Jungkook pulls the car to the side a bit further and looks at you.

“Believe me, I’d love to sleep with you,” he finally says. “But you’re drunk and hurt.”

You cross your arms against your chest, listening carefully to what he says.

“It doesn’t feel right if we do it when you’re like that.”

He’s right, you shouldn’t be doing this, but you don’t care, honestly. All you want is him.

“I know it…” You’re really trying to remain strong. “But right now, all I want is to feel you next to me,” you reply with a shaky voice.

Jungkook closes his eyes, his fingers running through his perfect hair.

“You’ll regret it tomorrow,” he says, his eyes opening.

“We don’t know…” You reply.

“Love…” he whispers, and the way he says your nickname sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

“I just want you tonight, Jungkook,” you mumble with a sadness that could break anybody’s heart.

The fact that he’s honestly thinking about your well-being and how you might feel tomorrow melts your heart, and it might even make you love him even more. Damn, you already love him so much.

“And we can talk even tomorrow about everything,” you add.

“Really?” he asks with surprise.

You nod, “I’m not saying it because I’m drunk and desperate to be with you,” you begin explaining. “I really want to speak with you because we really need to. I can’t just decide after a conversation we had in the heat of the moment.”

For a moment, a silence stretches between you two, and his gaze remains on your face as if he’s trying to check if you’re lying. You’re not. You really thought about what Hyunri and Juhee told you; you really need to speak with him again, and let him explain things better.

“You’re sure?” he breaks the silence.

“I am,” you reply.

“I don’t want you to regret it,” he adds.

“I won’t,” you say with certainty.  

Jungkook nods and starts the car again, driving you to his place after you told him you don’t want to go to your place. He didn’t even argue with you, simply agreeing. Your gaze remains locked to the city passing before your eyes.  

Once you reach his place, he remains behind you as you walk to his bedroom. This distance will eventually break you, but you can understand that he doesn’t want to push you, that he’s giving you the space you need—the space you clearly asked for.

“I still have the pajama you left,” he tells you. “It’s in the dressing room.”

Your gaze shifts to the door in his bedroom leading to his dressing room. It isn’t a huge place, but it’s honestly already unique to have one. However, the thought of him being wealthy as hell comes back, reminding you that this might be totally normal for him.

“I’ll leave you alone and sleep on the couch,” he adds.

“No,” you reply.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks taken aback by your answer.

“I asked to sleep with you, not with a ghost,” you continue.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t even fight, simply nodding. After that, you both change clothes and get into bed together. As expected, he tries as much as possible to distance himself from you, but you don’t push it. You’ve already asked too much from him tonight.

The next day, when you open your eyes, you instantly notice the emptiness next to you. Jungkook isn’t there anymore. For a moment, you remain in bed, giving yourself time to adjust to the brightness of the sun crossing through the window.

After a while, you stand up, your feet guiding you first to the bathroom. All the alcohol has been filtered by your body and needs to be evacuated. When you clean your hands and face, you take a quick glance at yourself. You look like a complete mess.

The smell of coffee and toasts guides you to the kitchen, and you find Jungkook—fully clothed, obviously—preparing breakfast. For a moment, you stand there, looking at his back. It’s hard to be angry when he’s nothing but thoughtful with you.

“Good morning,” you say, finally letting him know you’re here.

He turns, a small smile tucking on his lips when he sees you.

“Good morning,” he says. “I’ve prepared breakfast.”

As he says it, he places a plate with toasts and a mug on the table.

“This is for you.”  

“Thanks,” you reply, walking towards it.

Seconds later, he sits in front of you with the same breakfast. Through it all, you eat in silence, avoiding as much as possible looking at him. It’s not that you don’t want to, but it’s easier, especially since you know you’ll have a tough conversation. 

“You still want to talk?” he asks once he finishes his breakfast.

“Yes,” you nod before taking the last bite of the toast.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, clearly as frightened as you to go through this again.

“I want to fully understand why you did it, knowing perfectly well how much I hate lies,” you continue.

His eyes close for a second, his hands shaking slightly as you patiently wait for his answer. Even though he already explained why he did it, you need the full picture.

“As you know now, I’m Jeon Minju’s son and Jeon Sungki’s grandson,” he begins. “My grandpa created Jeon Pharmaceuticals, and my dad brought it to his now-recognized fame. I was born into a powerful family, and everybody knew my name and legacy as soon as I was born. Expectations were always high. My dad and grandpa wanted me to take over the company, and from a very young age, they included me in anything related to the company.”

The story behind the company is quite well-known today. His grandpa created something that his dad turned into something bigger.

“Honestly, continuing what they started always interested me, so I never minded at all. On my end, I created the Jeon Group while my dad was leading Jeon Pharmaceuticals. It was my dream to build something from scratch, as my grandpa did.”

Wow, you never knew that he was the one who created the group. After spending hours reading articles over articles, it made you think Jungkook simply took over what his dad and grandpa did. You never once considered that he might have created it, especially considering how the group is one of the biggest to this day. And somehow, your chest swells with a certain pride.

“My first purpose was to provide the funds and help other pharmaceutical companies to continue my family’s legacy, but very quickly, I found myself wanting to help some small startups,” he continues. “As you can imagine, being a Jeon and creating the group brought a certain fame I never asked for.”

Well, you perfectly know it now. After finding it out a week ago, you started googling his name and reading things about him. It’s crazy what has been said about him. It’s like they were talking about a man you’ve never known but who carries the same face and name as your boyfriend.

“When I was young, my grandpa protected me a lot, but as soon as Jeon Group began existing, things changed. People were starting to recognize me, companies would reach out to me out of the blue to help them, and women started to look at me differently.”

From what you’ve read, he’s like very wanted by women. They’d even kill to have a simple conversation with him.

“When I met my ex-wife, she already knew who I was, and if I’m totally honest, she chased me. Eventually, I fell in love and even married her. Now that I look back, I see that maybe she wasn’t into me. She was into the prestige of my name,” he says.

Through it all, Jungkook never looks away from you, and you don’t either. It’s like you both need to read each other’s expressions.   

“When my mom died, my dad stepped completely back from the company, and I took it over, as he and my grandpa wanted. It wasn’t easy to become its CEO while I was grieving my mom, but it was what I always wanted, so I did my best.”

And you don’t even doubt that he did great.

“After that, things became crazier. My face was everywhere, people were chasing me, and every single person I’d meet would know me. Before they even got to see me for who I truly was, they already had an image of me, so I always felt like I needed to meet their expectations. I was never myself, except with my friends and family,” he continues to explain, and this honestly breaks your heart. “What became harder to deal with was all the rumors. Whenever I was seen with someone a tiny bit famous, headlines about a potential relationship were out the next day. My ex-wife hated it and wanted me to reveal our marriage, which I refused.”

“To protect her,” you add, to which he nods.

“All the unwanted attention and my failing marriage were becoming too much. Things eventually fell apart with my ex-wife, and I was really convinced that I would never find someone who’d see the real me, not the version the media created.”

Imagining how he must have felt is heart-crushing. Hearing all of this makes you see the whole lie completely differently, and maybe, you can understand why he did it.

“I tried to date here and there, but I’d regret it almost instantly. I ended up giving up on it until I met you,” a little smile appears on his face as he says the last sentence. “Yoongi had already mentioned your name a couple of times because you’re Juhee’s best friend. He always spoke highly of you and felt sorry you were alone.”

Juhee and Yoongi always said they found you beautiful and wanted to help you find someone, which they struggled with. In the end, they unintentionally succeeded.

“He would even ask us if we knew someone to introduce them to you,” he adds. “But when I saw you at his birthday, I remember thinking how lucky I was to have the prettiest girl in front of me. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from you.”

Since the very beginning, Jungkook never hid from you how beautiful he found you, and it always made you feel special when he said it.

“And when you told me your name, I quickly realized why he so desperately wanted to find someone for you,” he pauses again, but his eyes never look away from you. “Honestly, I thought you had recognized me, but pretended you hadn’t. The feeling was exhilarating—it was new and addictive. After like two days, it was clear as day that you didn’t know.”

For the past week, you’ve wondered what it would have been like if you knew him. Would you even be together today? Would you be hurt now? Those questions will forever remain unanswered, and maybe it’s best like that.

“I knew it was wrong to hide it, especially after you talked about all the bullshit your ex did to you. But I found myself enjoying way too much what we have. You had no expectations of me, except for treating you better than the idiot who broke your heart,” his voice becomes even softer now. “You’re the only person who saw me for who I am. You’re the only person who knows who Jeon Jungkook truly is.”

Honestly, knowing that feels unique, like nobody else has had the opportunity to meet the man you fell in love with.

“I was scared that my status would change the way you perceived me, and I didn’t want to change what was blooming between us. Eventually, I realized I couldn’t do it forever. I knew I had to tell you, but I never found the courage to,” he explains. “Then, my brother’s birthday party was around the corner, and I needed to tell you.”  

At this precise instant, you just feel sorry for him. It doesn’t sound like he had it easy because of his name.

“I didn’t know you were working at NovaTech,” he continues. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have even reached out to the CEO to buy it.”

“We never truly talked about work,” you tell him. “I can’t blame you for that.”

Work wasn’t really a topic of conversation between you. All he knew was that you had changed jobs less than a year ago, and that you weren’t Juhee’s coworker anymore. Otherwise, he would have known where you’d be working.

“I know…” he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m just truly sorry for how everything went wrong and for hurting you. It wasn’t my intention. It never was. I was just so caught up with your love, and it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Surprisingly, you place your hand on top of his.

“Look, I understand you—I truly do,” you begin saying. “But it’s not easy to find out through a coworker that your boyfriend is literally one of the most powerful and wealthiest men on earth, especially when you had six months to say it.”

Jungkook turns his hand so he can hold yours.

“I literally got mad at you for throwing money out of the window, and you could have just said it there,” you continue. “But what hurts the most is that I don’t know if I can trust you.”

He swallows thickly, your eyes following the movement of his Adam’s apple. Honestly, without sounding too kinky, you always find that part of a man’s anatomy very sexy. And it’s better not to ask why.

“You intentionally hid that for six months, so who knows what else you’re not saying… Maybe I’ll find out in six months that you have a secret child, or that you’re still married, or who knows what,” you say with clear frustration in your voice.

“I promised that outside that, I’m not hiding something else,” he adds. “We still have a lot to learn from each other, but there’s no other huge secret I’m keeping from you.”

Right now, you wish you could believe him, and a part of you does, but the other doesn’t. Jungkook had picked up the pieces your ex broke, and he ended up doing the same. The circumstances are completely different, and Jungkook clearly isn’t flirting with another woman under your nose. But his lie implicates way more.

“I know Juhee tells you things,” he continues. “You know I’m fully divorced, and no secret child is hidden under the rug.”

For sure, if there was a child or if he was still married, you’d have known it by now, and most importantly, she wouldn’t have probably encouraged you to keep seeing Jungkook. Those are very important things to her.

“I blame myself for not knowing it,” you confess, your head looking down to hold back the tears. “You’re so huge and super known, and I don’t know how I didn’t see it while everything was under my nose.”

His hand squeezes yours, trying to comfort you in some way.

“Hey,” he says as his other hand lifts your chin up. “This is not your fault, and there’s nothing to blame yourself for. I’m the only one you should blame.”

“It’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one finding out about this,” you reply, a tear running down your cheek.

“Love…” he whispers. “I don’t want you to blame yourself for something I did.”

His thumb strokes your chin in a comforting way, sadness written all over his face.

“I hadn’t been with someone in years, and I don’t know how to deal with this,” you admit, as more tears stream down your face. “I’d like it to be easy to hate you or something like that, but all I constantly want is you, even though you hurt me.”

“I’m so sorry, love,” he says. “Believe me, I hate myself enough for putting you in this position. My sole intention was to always make you feel loved, nothing else.”  

And you believe him—you really do. Jungkook stands up before pushing you into his arms, and you just cry. You wrap your arms around his waist, soaking his shirt as you let yourself evacuate what has been in your heart for days. It hurts—way more than you even thought possible.

For a moment, you stay like this, pouring your heart out as he holds you close. Jungkook doesn’t move or speak, and you’re grateful he doesn’t. It’s better like this. You’ve both spoken, and now, you have to figure out what you want. Do you let him in and trust him again? Or do you shut him out?

After the emotionally intense conversation with Jungkook, your views on the situation have changed. Yesterday morning, before going to work, you sent him a little ‘good morning’ message, to which he replied almost instantly. Some other little messages were sent as well, most of them being him making sure you were fine.

This morning, he was the one who sent you the ‘good morning’ message, and you’re not going to lie, it warmed your heart. For sure, you don’t know where this is going, but still talking a bit with him makes you feel good.

In a couple of minutes, you have a meeting with your team, and you booked a meeting room some days ago as required by procedure. As usual, you head there a few minutes early to settle everything and be ready by the time your coworkers arrive. On your way, you pass in front of your big boss’s office, and he’s speaking quite loudly.

“Jeon wants to withdraw his offer,” he basically screams.

Your entire body freezes. You remember Jungkook mentioning he would’ve never tried to buy NovaTech if he knew you were working here, but you never thought he’d step out.

Before anyone notices you, you basically rush to the meeting room, close the door behind you, and sit down in a chair. You pull your phone out of your pocket, heading directly to your conversation with Jungkook. Without thinking, your fingers press on the phone icon, calling him.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say when he picks up.

“Hi, yn,” he replies. “Everything’s okay?”

His concern warms your heart.

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply. “Are you abandoning NovaTech’s purchase?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, but you can hear him moving around on the other side of the phone. Whenever he does that, he usually runs a hand through his hair. By now, you’ve learned to recognize the habit. He’s nervous, you can tell it.

“Yes,” he finally breaks the silence.

“Why?”

Your heart starts beating faster as you wait for his answer, even though you already know what it’s going to be. 

“Because of you,” he replies instantly without any hesitation.

You take a very deep breath, thoughts racing through your mind. Despite how flattering it might sound, you wish you hadn’t heard it.

“Professional decisions shouldn’t be made based on your private life,” you tell him.

The pace of his feet seems to increase, and you find yourself biting the nail of your thumb.

“In this case, it has to,” he ends up replying. “I never liked to mix my professional life with my personal one.”

As you work on the finance side of NovaTech, you know certain things, like you and Jungkook would never meet or have any subordinate link. Normally, Jeon Group will only acquire the company and make decisions at a very high level. Your big boss should remain—unless Jungkook decides otherwise—and he’ll be the one leading the company.

“But we’re both aware it won’t be the case,” you say. 

“Yn…” he mumbles. “You’d work in a company part of the Jeon Group. I consider that mixing both lives.”

Somehow, he’s not wrong, but he can’t decide what to do based on where you work. If he made an offer, it’s because he was interested in the company. He can’t just step out because of you.

“Do you really want to buy?” you ask.

“It’s not the point,” he replies.  

“Listen to me,” you tell him. “I really don’t want you to give up on something because of me. If you really like the company and want to buy it, just do it—don’t hold back because of me.”

On the other side, Jungkook sighs, and you know that this is all uncharted territory for him.

“It’s not that easy,” he begins to explain. “As the new shareholder, I’ll be very involved in everything related to the company, especially at the beginning. Every decision will ultimately be accepted or rejected by me. Whatever I decide will inevitably impact you, so I won’t ever be impartial, because I’ll always think first about how it will affect you.”

Well, you’ve never seen things like that, but he’s the head of the Jeon Group, so he knows better than you how things work. Still, you feel bad that he steps back from his initial desire.

“I would have never made an offer if I knew you worked there,” he adds.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” he replies. “I won’t die because NovaTech isn’t part of my group.” Jungkook pauses for a second. “I’d rather lose a deal than lose you.”

A smile finds its way to your face at his words. Right now, you wish you could be with him; you’d simply hug him as tight as possible. For a moment, you remain silent, too scared to say something you’d regret.  

“I need to get back to work,” he says, breaking the little silence. “But I’m here if you need anything.”

Surprisingly, you find yourself saying, “I miss the bike rides. Do you think we could do one soon?”

His reply is instant, “Let me know when, and I’ll take you on a ride.”

Your heart clenches. Despite it all, he’s still there, not forcing and simply letting you set the pace. The way he speaks and acts clearly indicates that he doesn’t want to lose you, but he still lets you choose the outcome. He fully acknowledges that he did wrong, but shows you that he loves you.

“Thanks,” you reply.

“Have a nice day, love.”

The call ends there with your heart full of hope. Deep down, you know you can trust him, but you need some time.

Over the following week, your relationship with Jungkook improved, even though you still struggle with the trusting part. There hasn’t been a day without him texting you. And a couple of days ago, he sent flowers to your place after a hard and intense day at work.

The NovaTech deal was completely given up on, which deeply frustrated your boss, and let’s just say that he hasn’t been the happiest lately. You can bring yourself not to feel guilty, because without you working there, Jungkook would have continued with the deal. So, work hasn’t been particularly easy.

For obvious reasons, you haven’t talked again with Jungkook about this, and whenever work is too intense, you avoid explaining it in too much detail. You don’t really know how he’ll react, and you also don’t want to worry him or make him feel guilty.   

Tonight, Juhee invited you over for a little dinner. Some other friends were invited as well, but she didn’t mention Jungkook, which made you believe that he wasn’t invited. Deep down, you wish he were because being apart from him for the past week hasn’t been easy, and it’s also a very new concept for you, after the past six months spent with him always around you.  

Somehow, you’re convinced that she didn’t invite him because of what happened. She doesn’t know yet how things are going between you and him. You’d rather just take your time and truly consider by yourself what you want. What you don’t need now is to have everybody’s opinion.

“Hi, girl,” she says with open arms when she sees you.

Naturally, you lean into her embrace, holding her as tight as possible. It’s good to be with her.

“Hi, Ju,” you reply in the crook of her neck.

When you step inside, Bora, Juhee’s daughter, is sitting on the living room floor, looking straight at you with a bright smile. That little girl is honestly the cutest. Juhee and Yoongi created the perfect little girl.

“Look who’s here,” you say, heading straight to Bora.

Strange noises that sound like giggles escape her little mouth while she claps her hands excitedly. You kneel on the floor to be at her level.

“Hi, little Booboo,” your fingers poke her round cheeks.

Bora just moves with a contagious happiness while babbling nonsense, which only makes her even more adorable.   

“You’re so so cute tonight with your little blue dress,” you tell her, even though she might not understand a damn thing.

Bora is the perfect mix of her parents. For example, the way she’s smiling now is very similar to Yoongi’s smile, but the way her eyes sparkle with happiness reminds you of her mother. Whatever she might do will always remind you of Juhee or Yoongi.

You press a gentle kiss on top of her head before gently arranging her messy hair. By the looks of it, she probably already ran her dirty hands a million times on her head, putting whatever she found in her hair. Juhee might have already had several heart attacks, especially if she tried to arrange it. She already expressed a ton of times how frustrating it can be.

When you look up, your heart drops instantly as your gaze meets the man you love. Jungkook.

For a moment, you’re not able to look away, too caught up by his intense gaze. Saying you didn’t miss him would be a complete lie. Although you spoke every day through messages, seeing him in person is a whole other thing. A sincere and genuine smile spreads across his face, and you can’t help but do the same.

In the end, it seemed like you had it all wrong. Juhee still invited him, which you feel honestly grateful for, because this is the perfect excuse to see him again. You’ve been dying to propose it to him, but you never felt quite ready for it. Now, he’s here.

“Hi, yn,” he says with the softest voice you’ve heard coming from him.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you take a step in his direction as you speak.

Even though you’re happy to see him, you don’t really know what to do. Should you kiss him on the cheek or on the lips? Or maybe you should just hug him? Why are you being so awkward all over again?

Jungkook doesn’t really let you dwell on whatever is going through your mind as he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into a tender embrace. The rhythm of his heart instantly echoes against your ear, the warmth of his body completely wraps you, and the scent of his cologne tickles your nose. You missed this. More than you anticipated.

“I missed you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on top of your head.

Inevitably, your arms swathe his upper body, and your eyes flutter shut. Behind you, Juhee is tenderly looking at the two of you with Bora in her arms. For sure, you’ll have to thank her for this moment, together with bringing Jungkook to your life and guiding you through everything.

Your insecurities have reached the roof since the moment this man stepped inside your life and heart. Even if you love him and want him near you, it’s not always easy. Sometimes, it just feels overwhelming, a feeling that freezes your body entirely. This is by no means his fault—it’s yours, and you think it explains why you struggle so much with his lie.

“I miss you too,” you mumble.

The two of you break apart to gaze at each other all over again. The first thing you notice is his new haircut, which looks good on him. He didn’t do anything spectacular, but his hair is a bit shorter than before. It looks as short as it used to when you met.

“Did you cut your hair?” you instantly ask.

“Yep,” he nods.

“It suits you well,” you tell him.

The doorbell cuts your conversation short. Both of you look at the door before Hyunri shows up with the brightest smile on her face. Her fiancé, Beomseok, is right behind her with a bottle of wine in his hand. There’s no doubt you’ll drink a couple of glasses—hopefully, not too many. Let’s try to remain sober throughout the entire night.

“Giiiirl,” Hyunri screams after she greeted Juhee and Bora.

As she walks towards you, you notice the way she wriggles her eyebrows with the silliest smile on her face. There’s no doubt that she’s doing it because she sees you next to Jungkook. The roll of your eyes says it all, which only makes her giggle.  

She takes you in her arms and presses a kiss on your cheek. “Seems like your man is here too,” she teasingly whispers in your ear.

“Hyunri,” you warn her.

Your best friend doesn’t give a shit about your warning, but it’s nothing new. However, she makes you feel absolutely embarrassed when she suddenly screams that it’s a couple’s night. Beomseok, her fiancé, has never met Jungkook and has probably heard of all your problems with him.

Yoongi, behind you, laughs, and his wife tries to hold it back. Hyunri really knows how to turn a moment into an awkward one. You briefly glance at Jungkook, who smiles while shaking his head. The sight squeezes your heart as you’ve never seen somebody looking this effortlessly ethereal.

“You must be Jungkook, yn’s boyfriend,” Beomseok extends his hand to him.

With a heart pounding extremely fast, you watch the two men interacting. Will Jungkook correct him? Or will he just pretend he didn’t hear it? This weird situation between you and him leaves you constantly worrying about what you are to each other. Can you still call him your boyfriend?

“Yes, that’s right,” Jungkook takes his hand to shake it. “And I guess you’re Beomseok.”

Hyunri’s fiancé nods with a bright smile on his face. Yoongi joins them before the three men start ranting about whatever is going on in their lives. Your two best friends get closer to you, and the three of you watch them.

“Never thought I’d see them interact,” Hyunri breaks the little silence there was between you.

“Me neither,” Juhee adds. “To be honest, I never imagined Jungkook ever be with us. Like, he pertains to Yoongi’s group of friends, and I didn’t think he’d join our group of friends one day.”

Sincerely, you agree with her, but more in the sense that it is weird to see him with Juhee, Yoongi, Hyunri, and Beomseok. All these years, it’s always been the four of them with you, and nobody else. But tonight, there’s an extra guest. A guest who for sure already knows Yoongi and Juhee, but one who owns your heart.

“What is he doing here, then?” you ask with curiosity. “You all know what’s going on between us…”

“Yoongi,” Juhee simply replies. “He has many more updates on you and Jungkook than I have.” Her words kind of break your heart. “But don’t worry, no one’s blaming you here,” she corrects herself when she notices your sad expression. “It’s just that Jungkook has been telling Yoongi how happy he is that, despite it all, you still talk to him.”

“You’re still talking to Jungkook?” Hyunri asks.

Leaving Hyunri in the dark, especially since Juhee has been informed of everything, feels wrong, so you tell her everything. After Junyoung’s birthday party, you didn’t dwell too much on the details of how it went, because you needed your time to think and absorb everything he said to you. They both listen to you carefully.

“So, in the end, it’s a good thing he’s here tonight,” Hyunri concludes.

“I don’t know…” you mumble while pushing your hair back. “We won’t really be speaking about any of this.”

“Maybe that’s what you need,” she replies. “Maybe all you need is to interact together without particularly speaking about whatever is going on.”

“We all know he’s never going to push it unless you bring the topic up,” Juhee adds. “So, just don’t think about it for now and enjoy the night.”

She’s not wrong. Tonight shouldn’t be about trying to go through what you feel, but more about having fun. There’s no need to speak first about it before enjoying some time together. Maybe this will allow you to put things aside for a night.

After that, Juhee invites you all to sit down, and not so surprisingly, you end up next to Jungkook. Feeling his presence all over again is honestly soothing. Neither of you creates a certain distance. Actually, his knee touches you while his arm brushes yours. Not once do you look at him as if it’ll kill you.

Juhee and Yoongi bring the dinner they prepared for you, as the conversation flows naturally. Bora is sitting at the extremity of the table in her high chair. She’s excitedly eating her carrot maize puffs, and she just looks adorable with her orange mouth.

As you joyfully eat and discuss with everybody, your left arm unintentionally brushes his, and his right thigh never stops pressing against yours. If you’re being honest, you absolutely love this proximity.

“Want some more?” Jungkook suddenly asks you with the bottle of wine in his hand.

For the first time since the beginning of the dinner, your gaze meets his. Your heart instantly misses a beat at the intensity of his glare. This brings you back to the moment you first met him, to when he wouldn’t look away from you while you were still strangers.

“Yes, please,” you nod.

Without waiting another second, he pours a bit of wine into your glass, and your eyes follow his every movement as if he’d disappear if you look away. When his gaze shifts to you once more, a little smile brightens his face. Jungkook leans slightly closer.  

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispers near your ear.

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, and your body temperature instantly increases. Damn, hearing him complimenting you definitely does things to you. You fight back the urge to look at him, too scared you might betray yourself if you do so.

“Thanks,” you reply. “You don’t look bad either.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. If he keeps doing things like that, he’ll have you weak on your knees before the end of the night. It’s honestly not fair the effect he has on you. Jungkook turns his attention back to the table, one of his arms resting behind you. He’s close enough for you to feel his warmth through your long-sleeve top.

You bring your glass to your lips, hoping the wine will somehow calm the sudden warmth spreading through your body.

“Your hands are shaking,” he suddenly murmurs near your ear.

Your eyes shift to your hands that are definitely shaking, but you’re definitely not admitting it. “They’re not.”

A quiet chuckle leaves him, low enough that only you can hear it. However, you can feel your friends’ eyes on you. They’re definitely checking whatever is going on between you and Jungkook.

“Right,” he whispers.

You finally dare to glance at him, only to find him already looking at you. His expression remains perfectly calm, almost innocent, but there’s something in his eyes that completely betrays him. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

His fingers briefly brush against yours when he reaches for the bottle of water right in front of you. The contact lasts less than a second, yet your entire body reacts to it, and Jungkook notices, as he always notices everything when it comes to you.   

But instead of teasing you about it, he simply pours water into his glass before leaning back in his chair, his glass in hand, as if he hadn’t just completely ruined your ability to focus on anything else.

The rest of the night just passes by at the speed of light as you’re too caught up in the conversations. Jungkook doesn’t really tease you anymore, but his arm remains behind you, his fingers brushing your shoulder from time to time. Not once do you push him away, loving this proximity between you way too much.

When Hyunri and Beomseok leave, it feels like it’s your time to leave as well. Since you came by bus, you already know it’s way too late to catch one now, and also, you wouldn’t have risked taking one at this time. So, the taxi seems to be the last available option.

“How did you come?” Jungkook suddenly asks you, your eyes shifting up to him.

“Bus,” you reply.

“Do you want me to drop you off?” he offers.

For a second, your glance moves to your best friend sitting right across from you. With a simple nod, she encourages you to accept Jungkook’s offer, and a small smile appears on your face. She’s right, you should go with him. The night has been great so far, and maybe you should enjoy it until the end, meaning letting him take you home.

“You took your bike?” you ask when your gaze moves to him.

“No,” he shakes his head.

Perfect! You don’t have your helmet with you, so it would have been complicated—and, yes, you still have the helmet at home. It’s too hard to give it back to him for now.

“Okay,” you then say. “If you don’t mind, then I’ll accept the ride home.”

His eyes quickly scan your face, a bright and genuine smile stretching across his lips. “I would never mind dropping you off wherever you want.”

And you know it’s true—he’s been doing it for the past six months. There hasn’t been a time he said no, and you’d sometimes feel guilty because you knew he was busy, but he’d just drop everything off for you.

After waving goodbye to Juhee and Yoongi and leaving their place, you find yourself walking beside Jungkook through the quiet street. The night air feels fresh against your skin after the warmth from your friends’ place, but somehow, being next to Jungkook still makes your body feel overheated.

The walk is silent, none of you trying to break it at any moment. It isn’t uncomfortable, it’s quite the opposite. It settles naturally between you, while the sound of your footsteps echoes lightly on the pavement. Every now and then, your shoulder almost brushes his arm, and each near contact makes your heartbeat react embarrassingly fast.

Once you reach his fancy car, he steps ahead of you before unlocking the passenger door and opening it for you. You thank him before sliding inside the car and sitting down on the leather seat.

The familiar scent lingering inside the car wraps around you almost immediately. Maybe it’s ridiculous, but his scent has already become comforting to you. Every time it surrounds you, your body relaxes, as if it instinctively recognizes him as somewhere safe to rest.

Your fingers smooth over the fabric of your pants while you take in the inside of his car. It feels like it was an eternity ago when you last saw it, but it wasn’t that long ago.

A few seconds later, the driver’s door opens, pulling you out of your thoughts. Jungkook slides into the seat beside you with effortless ease, one hand briefly adjusting the sleeve of his jacket before settling comfortably behind the wheel.

Your eyes drift toward him. The soft lights from outside illuminate the sharp lines of his face just enough to make him look unreal. Jungkook slowly turns his head toward you, his eyes meeting yours instantly. A small smile appears on his lips, and it makes warmth spread through your entire chest.

Jungkook starts the car while resting his hand on the steering wheel. At first, the silence remains between you two.

“How have you been doing?” he cuts the silence short.

The question startles you, leaving you speechless for a split second. There are so many possible answers to that question, and a good part of them could hurt him, which you absolutely don’t want to.

“Well…” you begin, hesitating. “I’ve known better days.” At least, you’re being honest without sounding like a mean girl. “Work has been very intense,” you continue. “My—” you stop before you even continue. If you keep going, you’ll end up telling him everything about how bitchy your boss has been since Jungkook stepped out of the deal. “Never mind.”

Jungkook quickly looks at you, raising one of his eyebrows in confusion.

“Tell me,” he sharply says with a deep voice.

“No, it’s fine…”

Suddenly, the sight of the city before your eyes seems more interesting, and you bite your lower lip. You fucked up, and knowing Jungkook, he’s never going to let go until you tell him what’s going on, especially when it comes to work.

“Yn…” he whispers. “You can tell me everything, you know?” he then asks with a softer voice.

“I just—” you stop for a moment, trying to think of the best words to use. “This is related to you, and I just don’t want to hurt you or something like that…” you mumble, your gaze moving from the city to Jungkook.

You can’t help but notice the way his grip tightens around the steering wheel. Fuck, you already feel guilty… You should have controlled yourself a tiny bit more and avoided mentioning work. It would have been best like that.

“You won’t,” he softly says.

“You don’t know…” you reply.

His glance briefly shifts to you before he focuses back on the road. For a tiny second, you admire the man driving you home as if it’s the first time you're truly seeing him. And yet, you’ve already seen so much of him.    

“The only thing that could hurt me is you being hurt,” he flatly confesses.

Jungkook has this habit of just throwing things like that as if it’s absolutely normal. It’s like those words don’t carry a weight that melts your heart in so many ways.

“That can’t be true,” you instantly reply.

“Try me,” he dares you.

At that moment, the car stops at a red light, his attention then fully settling on you. His eyes are soft, filled with an intensity that twists your stomach and squeezes your heart. How can he look at you like that?

“My boss has been a nightmare since you withdrew from the deal,” you end up admitting.

“How?” he simply asks. Your eyebrows narrow, not sure how to understand his question, and he seems to pick it up as he rephrases his question. “Has he done something to you?”

“No,” you shake your head. “At least, not to me directly, but he rejects every single proposal we send, makes us work overtime, and gives us unrealistic deadlines,” you explain. “It’s been like that with every single department, not just the finance one.”

Jungkook exhales, his hand running through his hair. This nervous habit of his somehow makes him extremely more handsome as he pushes his hair back, revealing more of his face.

“Sorry,” he says. “It wasn’t my intention to make it harder for you.”

“It’s okay,” you reply. “He’ll eventually realize he’s being an asshole and calm down.”

“That’s not okay, yn…” he tells you with a soft voice. “He shouldn’t be unloading on his employees.”

“But what can we do?” you genuinely ask. “Unless you come back, he’ll just remain pissed off.”

The change of the traffic light to green illuminates the car. Jungkook doesn’t say a thing as he focuses back on the road and resumes driving through the city. Right now, you wish you could infiltrate his mind to hear his thoughts.

“I can’t take the NovaTech deal,” he finally says, his eyes never once looking away from the road. “Not until you’re still working there.”

This is something you clearly and fully understand, and you’ll never ask him to take back NovaTech’s deal.

“But I can try to find another acquirer,” he continues.

“You know it won’t be the same,” you reply. “He’s been saying how it would have been an honor and a privilege to be part of the Jeon Group. No matter how many offers are sent his way, he probably won’t even consider them.”

The way Jungkook sighs makes it clear that this whole situation bothers him, and you feel more than sorry to have put him through this.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you add. “If I had told you—”

“Don’t apologize,” he cuts you off. “This isn’t your fault by any means.”

Even though you’re fully aware of that, it doesn’t change how sorry you feel. This whole situation could have been avoided if you had ever mentioned you worked at NovaTech, and for sure, your boss wouldn’t be an asshole right now.

“What did you tell him when you withdrew your offer?” you ask with curiosity.

“That, after thorough consideration, the company wouldn’t be a fit for the Jeon Group.”

Yeah, for sure, after saying that, he can’t really come back, and anyway, knowing him, he won’t ever change his mind.

“Well, that also explains his terrible mood,” you say.

“That’s highly unprofessional of him,” he mumbles.

“But you can also understand him,” you somehow try to defend your boss, even though you’re trying not to. “The company isn’t particularly doing well. He then manages to have the Jeon Group be interested in him, but in the end, the founder of the group tells him his company isn’t a fit.”

Jungkook sees this all from another perspective, and you’re convinced he should, just for a second, put himself in your boss’s shoes. It isn’t easy for him to hear that. And the worst is that you know why Jungkook stepped back. It has nothing to do with the company, and you feel guilty.

“It doesn’t change how unprofessional it is,” he reinforces his position. “If I did that every time something bad happens at Jeon Pharmaceuticals, the company wouldn’t even exist anymore.”

“It’s not the same…” you whisper.

“How so?” he asks while raising an eyebrow. “I’m a CEO just like him, and I’d never unload my stress and frustration on my employees.”

For a moment, you remain silent to gather your thoughts and think of the best way to formulate them. For sure, Jungkook is used to being on top, but you see things from an employee’s perspective, which is totally different from his.

“Look, I’ve gotten to read many many things about your company and group over the past few days, trying to understand everything. Jeon Pharmaceuticals has been leading the market for years now. Your group became one of the biggest through all your hard work, and honestly, it’s admirable on many levels,” you begin to explain.

You can’t help but notice the little smile on his face. It must feel special for him to hear you say all of that, but as you did your research into what he does, you have felt pride and admiration for him. You’ve already heard all of that from him, but reading it through others’ words accentuated it.

“NovaTech is a small company that has been trying to grow, and yeah, it’s been working for sure, but it doesn’t mean the CEO faces financial struggles. He has ambition for his own company, just like you had when creating the Jeon Group.”

It’s honestly not super easy to pour out your thoughts, but you’re trying your best.

“It’s any company’s dream to be acquired by your group due to its huge prestige. My boss was more than happy to have you even interested in his business, but then hearing he isn’t fit anymore must have felt like a failure. For sure, he’s probably unprofessional, but you can’t compare yourself to him, not even for a bit.”  

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a while, and it definitely seems like he’s deeply thinking about your words. Something you deeply love about him is the fact that he carefully chooses his words when something bothers him, especially with you.

“We definitely have different views on this,” he finally speaks with his deep voice. “I understand what you mean, but I don’t condone his behavior, especially when it impacts you. I don’t like it.”

If he wasn’t driving, you would have hugged him. Instead, the biggest smile grows on your face.

“If it’s about me you’re worried about, don’t be,” you tell him. “I’ve dealt with bosses way worse than him. I’ll survive.”

A quiet chuckle leaves Jungkook. “You’re not making this sound any better,” he says. “What kind of people have you been working for?”

“Don’t know,” you shrug. “Maybe I should ask you for recommendations instead.”  

His gaze briefly flickers toward you before returning to the road, but not before you catch the small smile pulling at his lips.

“I’ve got a few recommendations,” he replies almost immediately. “Preferably places where people actually treat you properly.”

The answer catches you off guard as you weren’t expecting him to say it. You were expecting some teasing, or maybe one of his usual smooth comments, but you definitely didn’t consider this.

“Really?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I’d more than happily do it.”

Your heart warms, and for a moment, you have to look away. Knowing you can count on him for everything means more than you’ll ever be able to express.

“If I could, I’d hire you myself,” he softly adds.

“I guess that’d be a terrible idea,” you mumble more to yourself, but he hears it.

Working with him would definitely make you happy, but you’re the type of person who strongly believes that directly working with your loved ones is an absolute bad idea. If anything goes wrong, it’s your relationship that is impacted, and drawing the line between your professional and personal lives seems impossible.

For sure, your friendship with Juhee was born at work and flourished into this beautiful relationship. In the end, you worked with a loved one, but it’s different here. Work is what created this bond between you, and over time, you stopped working together until you eventually resigned and started working at NovaTech.

As your eyes really take in the view outside, you realize your place is right around the corner, meaning this ride is almost over. It’s not something you want, but you can’t stay with him eternally. When the car is parked near your place, the two of you leave it, walking towards the main entrance in silence. Jungkook remains next to you, not too close but not too far as well. Honestly, you don’t really know what to say. Your mind keeps going through all the potential topics, but nothing seems right.  

Once you reach the entrance, you turn around to look at him finally—the night air feels cooler after being in the warmth of his car, and some goosebumps appear all over your body. As your eyes shamelessly roam over his toned figure, his beauty just takes your breath away. His eyes don’t look away, not even for a second.   

And god, the way this man looks at you is becoming dangerous for your sanity, especially after tonight.

“Thanks for dropping me off,” you tell him softly.

“No problems.” A  small smile appears on his lips. “I’d do it anytime. It’s always a pleasure to spend time with you, love.”

Your heart reacts instantly to his words, the nickname sending way too many shivers down your spine.

“It was good to see you again,” you admit.

“It was,” he nods, his hands finding their way to his jacket pockets.

Silence slowly settles between the two of you, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. If anything, it feels heavy in the softest possible way. Throughout this silence, none of you dares to look away, as if you’re both hypnotized by the other.

Jungkook takes one small step closer to you. It’s barely anything, but your entire body notices it immediately. Your breath catches slightly when his gaze drops to your lips just for a second before returning to your eyes. The look alone sends warmth spreading through your chest, and your heartbeat instantly increases.

He’s close enough now for you to notice every little detail about him, like the faint scent of his perfume, the strands of hair falling across his forehead, or even the little scar on his cheek. But what strikes you the most is the way he looks at you. It’s as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

And that’s what completely ruins you.

You try to think of what you could say or do, but instead, your body moves before your brain can catch up. You step closer, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips, and you find yourself pressing your lips against his.

Jungkook instantly stills, completely startled, as if he genuinely didn’t expect you to be the one initiating this. And for a short moment, you panic. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe it was too soon. Or maybe it just feels off to kiss him right now.

Then his hand suddenly slides to your waist, pulling you closer against him as he kisses you back. And damn, the feeling is even better than you imagined. His lips move softly against yours at first, careful in a way that makes your chest ache. It’s like he’s trying to make sure this is really happening.

But when your hand comes up to grip the front of his jacket, something in him shifts. The kiss deepens naturally. Jungkook exhales quietly against your lips before tilting his head to kiss you better, and the simple motion sends shivers down your spine. Damn, you’ve missed this so freaking much.

His thumb brushes lightly against your waist beneath your jacket, barely touching your skin through your clothes, and yet, somehow, it feels intimate enough to make your heartbeat completely lose rhythm. You melt against him without even realizing it.

The hand resting on your waist tightens just slightly, enough to keep you close, while your fingers curl more firmly into his jacket. You can feel his heartbeat too now. It’s fast, almost matching yours. The realization makes warmth spread all the way to your cheeks.

When you finally pull away, neither of you moves. Jungkook’s forehead nearly rests against yours, his breathing just as uneven as your own. His eyes remain closed for a brief second before opening them again slowly. And the way he looks at you afterwards… You’re absolutely fucked.

A chuckle leaves him. “Never imagined a night out at Yoongi’s would end up this way,” he whispers quietly, his thumb still absentmindedly against your waist.

A laugh escapes your lips. “Neither did I,” you confess as you close your eyes for a second.

Honestly, if you knew beforehand how the night would end up, maybe you wouldn’t have shown up. The thought of facing Jungkook while still figuring things out was kind of frightening. However, this night proved that you don’t need to be afraid. He’s still the same. He still loves you the same way, and your heart still beats stupidly for him.

“I’m happy we got to spend some time together,” he adds, his nose rubbing against yours.

The gentle feeling of his skin against yours makes you melt instantly. Damn, you’ve really missed him.

“We could spend some more,” you admit out loud.

“Only if you want, love,” he murmurs softly while his thumb keeps rubbing against you.

“I really want to,” you reply. “Even though I needed this space, I really enjoy being with you like we did tonight.”

A smile appears on his face, and he gently takes a step back, but his hand never leaves your waist.

“I really would love to repeat more nights like this one,” he confesses.

“If you want, tomorrow, we can meet again,” you offer as a little smile stretches your lips.

Being honest, you’d actually want for him to go upstairs with you and sleep with you—without any sexual activities, of course—but it’s best not to. You’re scared it’ll ruin this moment, so you'd rather propose to do something tomorrow.

“I’d love nothing more than that,” he whispers.

With your hands on his jacket, you push him closer again before kissing him passionately all over again.  Jungkook immediately responds this time. His hand slides higher along your waist, holding you against him while his lips move slowly against yours. Your fingers tighten slightly against the fabric of his jacket as his thumb brushes your skin in a comforting way.

Slowly, your hands slide from his jacket to the back of his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Jungkook’s breathing instantly falters at the contact, and the realization alone makes your heartbeat lose control.

When your lips part, the two of you open your eyes, looking right at each other. Being seen by him always makes you feel so special. For sure, you’d never grow tired of having his burning and intense gaze on you. If anything, you’d beg for it.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

This time, he presses the gentlest peck on your lips.

“Not as much as I did, love,” he murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Your body finally collides against his, your arms wrapping around his strong body and hugging him with an intensity you never thought possible. Being apart from him is something you’d never want again, because if there’s one thing you learned these past few days, it’s how in love you are.

The very next day, as you work through another report for your boss, you receive a message from Jungkook, distracting you while it’s the absolute last thing you need right now.

jungkook 🏍️: when do you finish work?

Usually, at work, he doesn’t really text you, and when he does, it's very minimal. At first, you thought it was because he didn’t want to distract you, but now you kind of doubt that’s not the full reason. As the CEO, he must actually be pretty busy.

you: hopefully at 6pm

With how much of an asshole your boss has been lately, you’re not even sure you’ll finish by 6 pm—you can only hope so. But based on how the past days have been going, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be done by 6 pm.  

jungkook 🏍️: okay

For the rest of the day, you don’t hear more from him, which definitely helps with the finalization of this report. Honestly, you and your coworkers are so proud of the final result. However, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re stressed as hell when you hand it to your boss.

Before you even get the chance to knock at his door, whispers around you catch your attention. Your eyes instantly widen as you see none other than your boyfriend walking towards you. Your heart instantaneously beats faster in your chest. What the hell is he doing here?  

A smile tugs on his face, his eyes sparkling with joy, while he walks with breathtaking confidence. This man doesn’t even remotely look like your boyfriend. His hair is pushed back—except for a couple of strands falling across his forehead in a very sexy way—his hand rests inside his suit's pants, and the jacket graciously falls over his shoulders.

Jungkook breathes a charisma you never got to see over the past six months. Usually, he softens around you in a way that clenches your heart. Even at his brother’s birthday party, he didn’t even remotely get into this version of him.

Your entire body freezes while your gaze can’t seem to look away. Your hands hold the laptop tighter, and you swear you feel them shaking. At this precise instant, the world around you disappears. There’s just Jungkook. Not even your colleagues from the finance team standing next to you matter anymore.

“Hello,” he says, extending his hand to you once he’s in front of you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

Seeing him pretending not to know you definitely breaks your heart, but Juhee’s words echo in your mind. He protected his ex-wife as much as he could. If he did it with her, he’d repeat it with you. Somehow, you can understand how she wanted the world to know they were married, because let’s be real, the way women look at him is sometimes very unsettling.

Jungkook seems to notice your hesitation, which makes him arch an eyebrow. Your heart races even faster. Fuck! Are you even able to pretend he’s a total stranger? Well, you have to. There’s no way your colleagues ever find out about the nature of your relationship with Jeon Jungkook.

“Hello, Mr Jeon,” you finally say while shaking his hand. You introduce yourself, and relief seems to instantly spread across his face.

Your boyfriend also introduces himself to your colleagues next to you. They all seem as impressed and confused as you, but you honestly don’t care, too focused on following his every movement. It’s so strange to meet the CEO, because all you’ve seen is the lover. He’s intimidating while also very charismatic. It’s like he owns the room.

“Were you about to enter Mr. Sang’s office?” he politely asks.

“Yes,” your colleague replies, nodding.

Jungkook’s gaze moves between you and your colleagues.

“Would you mind if I step in first?” A little smile grows on his face as his eyes land on you. “I’d like to discuss something very quickly with him.”

He doesn’t look away for a second when your colleague replies that there’s no problem. His gaze becomes intense for a hot second, as it’s usually the case when he’s with you. It’s quick and subtle, but enough for you to notice it. Hopefully, nobody else picks it up.

Jungkook thanks you before entering your boss’s office. Finally, your gaze shifts to your colleagues with a heart beating way too fast. Interacting with him in another setting is strange, especially when it’s one he’d like to protect you from.

If you had first met him like this, you would have never given him a chance. Like, how could a man so powerful like him ever love someone who’s a simple employee in an average company? It’s the kind of scenario coming straight out of a romcom.

“What is he doing here?” you ask with confusion.

“I don’t know…” you colleague replies. “I thought he had withdrawn his offer, but seems like he probably changed his mind.”

Well, you know for a fact that he hasn’t. So, his presence here makes it even more confusing. There’s no valid reason for him to be here. Unless… No, it can’t be. You truly and deeply hope that he’s not here to tell Mr. Sang how much of an asshole he has been. He can’t do it because if he does, it’ll just blow everything.

“I hope he does,” another colleague adds. “Mr. Sang has been horrible.”

Since none of you knows what to do, you all remain there, waiting for Jungkook to leave. Your mind races with thoughts while your colleagues whisper about this situation. Your grip on your laptop is strong, as if you need to hold onto something.

From where you stand, you can hear Mr. Sang and Jungkook’s voices, but you can’t tell whether they’re talking joyfully or the opposite. Curiosity is creeping through you, even though a part of you would rather not know what they’re discussing.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook opens the door, his gaze falling right on you. Instant warmth heats your cheeks, and your heartbeat suddenly rises again. It’s not fair how breathtaking he looks with those strands of hair on his face.

“Mr. Sang is all yours,” he says before stepping out of the room.

Your colleagues immediately rush into the office, and before you can move, Jungkook softly grabs your elbow.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance,” he whispers, so you’re the only one hearing his words.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What?” you ask in a heartbeat.

“Just meet me there once you’re done, okay?” he says before letting you go.  

Jungkook walks away from you through the corridor, not once looking back. For a second, you just watch him as you try to process what he just said. How can he so peacefully wait for you at the building entrance while pretending not to know you at this precise moment? This doesn’t make any sense.

You don’t dwell too much on it and get inside your boss’s office. The look on his face is absolutely different from the one he had hours ago. Whatever Jungkook told him, it definitely shook him up. Nobody really mentions it before you proceed to explain the report you prepared.

For thirty minutes, you go over the report together with your coworkers, and your boss listens. He even takes notes, which kind of surprises you. Lately, he doesn’t even bother to pretend to listen, so this comes as a surprise. And now, you really want to know what the hell your boyfriend said to him.

At the end of the presentation, Mr. Sang only asks you to send him the report to give him some time to study it deeply. All of you leave the room, confused, but honestly, it feels good to finish the day without him yelling and complaining about every single detail of the report.

In pure silence, you head to your desk to gather your belongings and leave the office. This whole situation startles you, and you honestly don’t know what to think about it. This is troublesome. Without any rush, you walk to the elevator with your bag on your shoulder, your jacket on your arm, and your phone in your hand.

Surprisingly, Jungkook didn’t text you at all.

The elevator is empty as it makes its way to the ground floor. When the doors open, your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and without hesitation, he steps inside, not letting you leave. He takes place right next to you after he pressed the parking button, his arm brushing against yours.

“How did it go?” he asks, his eyes glued on you.

You take a deep breath, not daring to look at him.

“Where are we going?” you ask instead, ignoring his question.

“To my car,” he replies.

“Aren’t you scared—”

Jungkook doesn’t even let you finish your question. “Nobody will see us. All accesses have been blocked until I leave it.”

Wow, he’s so wealthy that he gets to prevent people from reaching their cars in a building he doesn’t own. You don’t know if you should be mad or impressed. Since you’ve met him, he hasn’t pulled out his wealthy as fuck card, or maybe he did, but never in front of you.

“So, you get to do that…” you whisper.

“I can do way more than that, love,” he says as he gets closer to you, but still, you don’t look at him.

“I guess it’s the perk of being a Jeon,” you reply.

The doors open to the parking floor, leaving no space for your boyfriend to reply. As expected, nobody is wandering around as you make your way to his car. You abruptly stop yourself on your track and can’t help but bite your lower lip.

“Will it always be like that?” you ask while he turns around to look at you.

Confusion is clearly painted all over his face. “What?”

“Will you always pull out things like that?” You rephrase your question.

“Yes,” he straightforwardly replies. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“Like you did with your ex-wife…” You mumble.

Jungkook takes a step in your direction, his hand reaching out to yours. You take a deep breath as your eyes lift to meet his. There’s something in his gaze that squeezes his heart. He’s visibly concerned, as if he understands that something is truly bothering you.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just weird…” You admit. “I’ve never seen this side of you.”

His eyes instantly soften, his thumb brushing against the skin of your hand. “I get that, and believe me, if I could avoid this, I would,” he begins saying. “But I also want to be with you.”

“We managed to do it before without any trouble,” you pout.

His free hand moves to your cheek, stroking it gently. This melts you right then and there.

“This is your workplace, and I wouldn’t want to create you any problems,” he explains.

You lean against his hands and close your eyes for a moment. Honestly, you’ve missed him so damn much. You don’t even know how you went more than a week without him, his touch, and his love.  

When you open your eyes, he guides you both to his incredible and expensive-as-hell car. In less than five minutes, you’re out of the building and on the road. Your eyes look out the window, noticing the men blocking the accesses to the parking. Somehow, it feels wrong, but you know that you'd better get used to it if you stay with Jungkook.

“What did you say to Mr. Sang?” you suddenly ask, your gaze shifting from the window to him.

“I talked to him about how unprofessional he’s been,” he says after taking a deep breath.

Your eyes instantly widen with disbelief. In the end, you weren’t wrong; he really did it.

“No, you didn’t do that…”

“I had to,” he replies, his gaze quickly moving to you. “I couldn’t let that man overwork you because of some fucking frustration.”

“You shouldn’t have, Jungkook,” you softly reply while shaking your head.

“I told him I knew my withdrawal had probably caused a lot of stress and frustration,” he explains. “But I also advised him to contact Mr. Kim Seokjin, a friend of mine who’s interested in acquiring NovaTech.”

You frown. “You contacted a friend?”

“I did,” he replies.

He wasn’t joking when he said several times before that he’d do anything to see you happy. Even though this doesn’t feel right, you can’t help but feel like the most special girl in the world for having him.

“Thanks,” you murmur before gently resting your hand over his on the steering wheel.

A smile appears on his face as he feels your hand on top of his. For a moment, you remain both in silence, as it is clear that you both need it. At least, you absolutely need it because everything that has happened in the past few minutes truly puts everything into perspective.

Almost two weeks ago, you shockingly discovered he was one of the most influential and wealthiest men on earth through his roles at Jeon Pharmaceuticals and the Jeon Group. Being with him means accepting the pros and cons that come with it, but you’ve absolutely no clue what they are.

Since you’ve met him, he’s been an absolute normal guy, and it makes you believe it could continue like that. However, now that you know it all, you can’t look at him the same. And today is proof. He literally went to see your boss to tell him to calm down and blocked the access to the parking to be with you.

Now, letting Jungkook inside your life is bigger than you ever anticipated.

The real question today is whether you’re truly able to accept it all. And fuck, the answer has been there since the very beginning. You’ll take whatever for as long as he loves you. Nobody has ever made you feel like he does. The love you have for him is already so intense.

Jungkook has always been present, always letting you set the pace, and adjusting himself to you. He has never made you doubt his love for you. It has been loud and clear. There’s no way you’re letting that go away. For sure, things might be scary, but as long as you have him, you know he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.

And that is the only reassurance you need.

“Where are we going?” you break the silence.

“My place,” he replies. “I’ve prepared a little something.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to read his face for a hint at what he has prepared, but it’s useless. Jungkook knows how to turn himself into an unreadable book. No emotions pass through his adorable features.

“Now, I’m curious…” You say.

“In a couple of minutes, you’ll have your answer, love.”

The way your nickname rolls in his tongue sends shivers down your spine. Gosh, how are you supposed to survive this man? Very discreetly, his hand finds its way to your thigh, resting on it like he always does—well, except for when you went to his brother’s birthday. This genuinely warms your heart, and you can’t help but rest your hand on top of his.

For the rest of the drive, you casually talk about your day. Your boss isn’t mentioned anymore, which is best to ignore for now. He already caused some arguments between you, and you absolutely don’t want that.

Once you’ve reached his place, he pulls into his parking spot. Honestly, it is well located on the underground floor, but it now leaves you wondering if he didn’t choose it on purpose. It’s like hidden, which allows him some privacy and not to be seen.

When he cuts the motor off, his hand on your thigh caresses it softly. Your eyes meet, and absolutely everything around you disappears. Your world narrows on him, and him only. You totally ignore how long you remain like that, but you don’t really care. Then, his eyes move to your lips, and his hand gently squeezes your thigh, as if he needs something to control him.

Naturally, your gaze drops to his lips before your teeth grab your bottom lip. The tension between you is slowly but surely growing, turning the air in the car absolutely thick. Will one of you surrender?  

His face leans closer to yours, and in a heartbeat, his mouth crashes against yours. The kiss is nothing like the soft ones you shared lately. This one is desperate and almost hungry, as if the distance that had existed between you for the past few days had suddenly become unbearable.

Jungkook’s free hand instantly slides to the side of your neck, holding you firmly against him while his lips move feverishly against yours. A shaky breath escapes you when his teeth gently catch your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue right after. God, the simple feeling nearly destroys your ability to think straight.

Your fingers grip his jacket as the kiss deepens even more, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sends heat rushing through your entire body. Everything about him feels overwhelming: the warmth of his mouth, the way he holds you like he’s terrified you might disappear, and the quiet sound of his breathing mixing with yours between kisses.  

Jungkook kisses you like someone who has been holding himself back for far too long, and maybe that’s exactly what’s happening. His hand on your thigh squeezes you once more, which makes a soft gasp leave your lips. The sound seems to affect him instantly because another deep kiss follows right after, slower but somehow even more intense.

His tongue brushes against yours again while his thumb strokes your neck, the contrast between the desperation of the kiss and the softness of his touch making your chest ache. Neither of you seems capable of slowing down.

“Guk,” you whisper against his lips, your fingers gripping his jacket tighter.

“Mmm,” he mumbles.

If you don’t stop right now, you both know how this will end up. Him inside you while you both moan each other’s name. And let’s just say that this is not the most appropriate place to do it.

“We’re in your car,” you say as you open your eyes.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, which ironically makes you smile, and his forehead falls to the crook of your neck. Your hands instantly run over his hair, playing with it while he peppers your neck with hot, wet kisses.

“Guk,” you call for him laughingly.

“Let me just kiss you properly, love,” he mumbles against your skin.

A particular kiss has you arching your back and moaning, and your fingers pull his hair. It definitely seems like he’s not going to stop.

“We need to stop, Gukkie,” you whisper breathlessly. The nickname makes him groan once more; you know he adores it when you call him like that. “Someone could see us.”

Even though the thrill of being caught excites you, you just can’t be seen. Nothing good will come of it if it happens, and you particularly don’t want your name making headlines because you got freaky with Jungkook.

As if he suddenly realizes the extent of it all, he pulls back, and damn, he looks like a hot mess. His hair is all messy, his lips swollen from the kisses, and his eyes filled with lust. If you weren’t in the car, you’d let him have you right here.

In seconds, he takes you both out of the car, heading straight to the elevator. Inside, he holds back the urge to touch you, and man, you wish he wouldn’t. Right now, you don’t know who’s the most desperate, you or him?

When you reach his apartment, your mouths are all over each other again, needy and desperate as you walk through his place to reach his bedroom. Tonight, sex isn’t going to be like it’s been so far. This time, it’ll be desperate, especially after this time apart. You crave each other with all your souls.

Jungkook maneuvers you both until you’re lying on his king-size bed, his body covering yours, and he pins you down with his hand on your wrists, placing them above your head as his mouth claims yours in a desperate kiss. His tongue makes its way inside your mouth to glide along yours.

Fuck, this is absolutely messy.

His hand lets go of your wrists, allowing you to place them on his shoulders while his mouth leaves a trail of burning kisses along your jaw, neck, and collarbone. Your nails dig into the muscles of his shoulder over his suit jacket, his name rolling out of your lips.

“I need more,” you whisper.

His head looks up at you with a lust that could give you an instant orgasm. Even if you’ve been intimate with him for a couple of months, everything is still very new to you. For sure, you’ve gotten to know what turns you both on and what makes you come in seconds, but sometimes, a simple touch can bring you right to heaven’s doors.

And you feel like you’re a damn teenager all over again.

You don’t know if you should be embarrassed or not, but it always seems like he doesn’t care. With him, it’s like you can come in the blink of an eye, and he’d just keep going, making you come more and more.

Jungkook stands up to strip himself of his jacket and shirt before removing every single piece of clothing from your body. Being naked in front of him doesn’t feel uncomfortable anymore; if anything, it feels fucking good. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you feel so damn desirable.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. “I missed you, love.”

The desperation in his voice has your core clenching. His lust-filled gaze finally meets your eyes, and damn, it’s harder to resist the temptation of coming right there. His body settles on top of yours, hovering over you before he kisses you more softly. He nips your plump lower lip between his teeth, swallowing your little gasp.

His lips move down your body all over again, and his hands don’t lose any time when they squeeze your breasts, making you moan softly. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging at some strands, which causes him to groan against your collarbone.

“You’ve no idea how fucking desperate I’ve been,” he whispers, your eyes rolling back when his tongue swirls around your nipple slowly, and his tongue flicking against that sensitive spot. It’s something he has learned since you started being intimate. “My hand couldn’t even make me as hard as your voice alone can do.”

His fingers slide down your body, finding your weakest spot and swiping up and down your folds. Your back arches instantly against him, pressing your chest against his. “Gukkie…” you moan as your very sensitive nipples graze against his burning skin.

“God,” he swears as two of his fingers plunge inside you, your walls spasming immediately around them. “Say that again.”

Those past few days, you never said that nickname, as it felt like you had forgiven him when you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. But now that you’re letting him in again—and that he has you fully wrapped around his fingers—you can’t help but say it.

Jungkook curves his fingers inside you, making you arch your back even more. How can he drive you this crazy with his fingers only? He kisses your lips as his fingers fuck into you, and the stretch makes you ache.

“So fucking tight…” he whispers as he plays with your cunt. “It’s embarrassing the amount of time I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of you,” he admits when he looks down at you, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t say that,” you say out of breath.

“It’s the truth, love,” he says, his fingers never once stopping to move inside your cunt. “I’m so damn addicted to you.”

His eyes are glued to your face, watching you contorting with pleasure below him. You’re so fucking wet and needy. Naturally, your legs open wider to let him settle even more between them. His body is pressed flush against yours, and you swear you can feel his bulge against your thigh. Moans fall out of your mouth at an impossibly fast pace. By the end of the night, you’ll lose your voice.

Jungkook keeps kissing down on you, getting lower and lower. His hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and your hands tug even harder at his hair. Not once has he stopped moving his fingers inside you. You’re very very close, and he knows it.

When he reaches the bottom of your stomach, he switches to your inner thigh, pressing hot and wet kisses. “God, your scent drives me crazy,” he mumbles in between kisses.

“Guk, what are you saying?” you manage to say with a ragged voice.  

He places a kiss on your dripping entrance, his eyes looking up at you.

“You look so fucking pretty, love,” he says before kissing you again.

The pleasure shoots up your body, making you even weaker. You’re so damn close, and he’s showing you no mercy. His tongue flicks against your core to gather the drops of your arousal falling down.

Your moans get louder and louder as his mouth and fingers torture you in a way that makes you forget your own name. By now, you’re sure his neighbors are fully aware of what is going on in his bedroom.

Jungkook buries his face in you, his mouth hot and messy as he drinks up every bit of the juices pouring out of your pussy. His tongue flicks your clit, and he groans as he parts your folds. You’re basically crying out by now, your fingers pulling his hair.

“Guk…” you moan. “I’m so… I’m close.”

You’re quivering, your thighs threatening to close with how intense and overwhelming everything is. The way his tongue is torturing you almost feels like he’s worshiping you.

“Come for me, love,” he says softly against your core, his fingers exquisitely curving inside you.

And then, the orgasm hits you violently, a loud and guttural moan falling from your lips. Your back is impossibly arched while you close your eyes in ecstasy. The orgasm is so intense that it makes you see stars. Without realizing, your legs close around him, squeezing him as your entire body spasms and traps at the same time his fingers inside you.

When you finally open your eyes, your gaze instantly meets his. He’s intently looking at you, watching you fall apart under his ministration. He doesn’t move his fingers anymore, giving you time to come down from your high. His tongue, however, doesn’t stop lapping at your dripping wetness.

Jungkook stops torturing you before hovering over you all over again. His lips shine with your juices, which, honestly, is a massive turn-on. Without giving you the time to realize whatever is going on, he kisses you passionately. His tongue in your mouth allows you to taste yourself, and it makes you moan. This is so filthy, but you absolutely love it!    

He steps back to remove his pants and underwear, leaving him bare in front of you. He looks hot, like super hot. His entire body is a work of art, but you know that behind it, there’s a lot of work. Jungkook didn’t just wake up one day with that toned body. He spends countless hours at the gym, and you admire him for his dedication.

Before meeting him, you’ve tried to go to the gym, but after a month, you gave up. It’s not for you. But it’s not just the gym. You’re the type of person to start something, and after a while, you just stop. So, you’ve already tried tons of things, but none of them ever stuck.

Well, but that’s not important right now. You’re about to have sex with your boyfriend, and it isn’t the right time to dwell on that.

“You’re okay?” Jungkook suddenly asks with concern.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod. “Just thinking about how sexy you look,” you say before offering him a smile.

The prettiest smile stretches his lips, brightening his entire being. Every time you compliment him, it’s like you offered him the moon. His entire being lights up every single time, and you can’t help but find him extremely adorable.

Jungkook steps closer to press the gentlest kiss on your lips. “Let me go grab a condom,” he mumbles against your lips.

“No need,” you say while grabbing his arm.

Your boyfriend frowns. “You’re sure?”

Right after you had your first time together, you both decided to get tested. On your end, it wasn’t needed since you hadn’t done anything in years, but you still did it. Jungkook was visibly worried about his results because throughout his entire marriage, he didn’t use protection and was scared that he had contracted something from his ex-wife. If it were the case, honestly, she’d be a complete bitch.

Thankfully, the results came back negative, which reassured the two of you. Jungkook had proposed that you’d receive his results and he yours. It was a cute gesture because at least none of you could lie, but you were sure it wouldn’t have been the case.

However, you still decided to use condoms. It was a mutual decision because you expressed very clearly that you wouldn’t take the pill. You had tried it years ago and absolutely hated it. There was no way you’d get back on that. The gynecologist suggested other contraceptives, but none of them seemed right.

Jungkook never forced you, which, to you, is honestly the most romantic gesture one could do. Instead, he proposed using the tracking app, Flo. He took the premium version, which also gave him access. It’s very simple. You indicate whenever your period starts, and based on that, the app can estimate when you ovulate.  

On his end, he gets to see it too and even has some advice on how to help you through every single cycle. It’s honestly one of the best things you’ve ever seen. So, thanks to it, you know you’re not ovulating right now, and the chances of getting a surprise are very low.

“Absolutely,” you nod. “We’re both clean, and I’m not ovulating.”

“Right,” he says. “I just want you to be a hundred percent sure, love.”

“I am,” you cup his face in your hands. “I want this.”

He presses a gentle peck on your lips, which makes you melt. Obviously, it makes you a bit nervous because, yeah, you can get pregnant, and you also tend to overthink everything. However, you know everything is going to be alright. The chances are very low, and no matter what, you’ll have Jungkook.  

“Alright then,” he says with a smile. “But I want you to ride me.”

“Oh,” you basically gasp.

“It’s torture listening to you repeating you want a ride on my bike,” he begins explaining, “especially when my mind takes me to unholy places.”

You chuckle. “Could have asked before.”

“Didn’t want to pressure you,” he tells you. “I wanted you to trust me enough before trying this.”

“I’ve trusted you since the first time, Guk,” you reply.

“I know, but…” he pauses for a second, his dark gaze still on you. “You hadn’t done anything in years, and I just wanted to do things right.”

Damn, how can he be adorable in the middle of this wild moment? He’s always so thoughtful and lets you set the pace on everything. Sometimes, you even wonder how he can handle that without desiring to rush things off.

“How do you do that?” you genuinely ask.

His eyebrows furrow. “Do what?”

“You always do things at my pace, never rushing anything,” you explain.

“Oh, believe me, sometimes it’s hard,” he chuckles. “But it’s all worth it. I get to be loved by the prettiest woman walking on this earth.”

Without giving it too much thought, you press your lips hard on his, kissing him with a passion you never imagined you had. Jungkook falls over you, hovering over your body all over again, but damn, you love this man so so much. The two of you laugh as his body collides on top of yours.

“Love, do you want me to kill you?” he says against your lips while still laughing.

“Maybe,” you reply.

The sound of his laugh echoes louder in the room, and damn, you’d give your life to keep hearing it forever. He presses another kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you and effortlessly pulling you up with him. In seconds, he’s sitting on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard.

Jungkook taps his legs, inviting you to sit on his lap. “Come here, love.”

You don’t even hesitate, crawling on top of him, his cock brushing against your core. The sensation snatches a moan from the two of you. His hands rest on your sides as you grab his shaft and slowly sink down on him. Jungkook fills you up so good, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.  

When he’s fully inside you, he holds you down for a moment. “Don’t move yet,” he whispers, looking up at you. The confusion in your eyes betrays you, and he adds, “You feel so good, and I don’t want to come yet.”

You chuckle. “Seems like you really wanted this ride,” you tease him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he says before gently biting your shoulder.

Even though you really want to move, you remain still, giving him all the time in the world. He looks absolutely cute when he tries to hold himself back, and you don’t resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back to take a proper look at him.

After a moment, he lifts you up and slams you back down without any warning, making your wetness rub all over him.

“Guk,” you whine with absolute surprise.

Your whining doesn’t stop him at all, his hands pressing tighter into your body, and you suck for deep breaths. You’re absolutely not riding him at all, he’s just fucking up into your cunt, showing how damn desperate he is. Your fingers get completely lost in his fluffy hair as you’re trying to brace yourself.

His cock glides in and out of your mess faster and faster. Usually, you tend to close your eyes when you get all freaky with Jungkook, because the feeling of him inside you always gets so overwhelming. However, today, you look at each other deeply, seeing just how the other falls apart.

One of his hands moves down on your body, finding your core, and he runs his thumb on your clit. The second he does do, you come instantly. Damn, the way he already knows how to have you come on him blows your mind. It’s like he’s studied your body for the last couple of months.   

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck.

Through your high, he lifts you up and down on him while you’re clenching around him. Jungkook doesn’t stop, trying to give you another orgasm and chasing his own. His lips find yours, swallowing every single sound that leaves your pretty lips. Your thighs are twitching on either side of his hips.

Slowly but surely, you can tell that he’s getting closer. In a teasing attempt, you roll your hips, which makes him close his eyes for a second. His cheeks are flushed pink, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck,” he moans when he opens his eyes again. “I’m so close.”

Those words make you feel so damn proud of yourself.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asks.

For a moment, you hesitate. Should he come inside? Or is it safer if he pulls out? Honestly, you’d like to experience feeling him coming inside of you, at least once in your life. Since the risks are very low, you believe it’s the right time.

“Inside,” you finally say as your hands move down to his neck, gently playing with the hair at his nape.

“Sure?” he asks.

You nod, and after a couple of thrusts, his cock pumps you full. The feeling of your walls being coated with his cum makes you see stars. In seconds, you join him, moaning like a complete mess. Your mouth finds his to kiss him desperately, your body shaking completely as your teeth click together, and saliva dripping from your mouths.

It’s so damn filthy.

His head falls on your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck,” he whimpers in your ear as he holds you tight. His arms wrap your waist, his hips thrusting up and fucking more cum inside you. Jungkook has never come that much. “It feels so good.” 

For a moment, you remain in this position, slowly getting down from your highs. This was definitely intense. Juhee had told you many times before that make-up sex is usually the most mindblowing one, and you struggled to believe her. But now, you do.

After a while, he looks up at you. “Well, this wasn’t the surprise I prepared, but damn, this was so good,” he confesses.

“It was more than good,” you admit.

He smiles at you before pressing a kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get cleaned so we can get to that surprise,” he gently slaps your ass.

You chuckle and slowly stand up, the mix of your cum instantly running down your pussy to your legs as you ease off from him. Jungkook takes you in a bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck, as he walks to the bathroom.

The two of you shower together with a lot of giggles and kisses, cleaning each other and removing every proof of the steamy sex you just had. Being with him genuinely fills your heart with an outburst of happiness you never thought possible. His lie seems absolutely ridiculous now.

After the shower, Jungkook hands you a helmet, one of the many that he possesses. You’ve stopped counting them because it feels like new ones keep popping up. Now that you know he’s wealthy as fuck, you believe that buying new ones isn’t necessarily a problem for him.

“We’re going on another ride?” you teasingly ask.

A smirk appears on his face as he nods. He also gives you one of his large leather jackets that covers almost your entire body. With a glance at the mirror in his dressing room, you can’t help but smile when you see yourself dressed from head to toe in his clothes. Under the jacket, you’re wearing a white Calvin Klein t-shirt, together with Nike track pants. They’re super large for you, but man, you love to wear his clothes.

“You look hot in my clothes.” His broad body appears behind you, his arms wrapping around you while his head rests on your shoulder. “Could take you all over again right here, in front of the mirror,” he whispers in your ear before kissing the spot right behind it.

“Guk…” you almost moan at the thought of him fucking you in front of the mirror, but you need to leave. Otherwise, you’ll spend the whole evening wrapped around him. “We need to leave. You promised me a surprise.”

“Right,” he presses a kiss on your cheek before stepping back, letting you turn to face him. You press a gentle peck on his lips.

“Can’t wait to see what you prepared.”

The two of you leave his place, jump on his bike, and he drives you all over again through the city. Nothing will ever beat the feeling of being pressed against him on his bike. Going on a ride with him always makes you feel so damn alive. Whenever you find yourself inside his car, you almost regret it.

He also looks fine as hell with a helmet.

As you look around, the houses and streets seem oddly familiar. A sudden sadness spreads through your chest, and you realize where he’s taking you, which makes you hold him tighter. You’re heading straight to that spot you first went to together. The spot that healed your broken heart in so many ways.

Since that day, you haven’t come with him, but have done a couple of times by yourself. Saying you didn’t cry those times would be a total lie. Remembering your best friend brought back many memories, good and bad. You still miss him deeply, and now, you wish he could have met Jungkook. You’re absolutely certain he would have loved him.

Jungkook stops his bike exactly where he did six months ago. He climbs off the bike, extending his hand to help you out. With some hesitation, you take it.

“What are we doing here?” You weakly ask.

“Let me show you,” he softly says before freeing his head from the helmet, and you do the same.

His fingers intertwine with yours as he guides you both to your spot. Your heart is beating way too fast, scared to find or see something that might devastate you. Jungkook squeezes your hand as if he understands how nervous you feel.

When you reach it, a new bench has been placed at the exact spot you always stay, which surprises you a lot. Jungkook stops right in front of it, his hand still holding yours very tightly. The two of you stand before it, his eyes moving from the bench to your face.

“I know this is where you come when the pain is overwhelming, or when the grief becomes suffocating,” he begins saying, and you inevitably look at him. “I also know you’ve been back quite frequently since we started dating.”

Oh, he did notice. This clenches your heart, and you have to hold back the tears, even though you already know it’s a lost cause.

“At first, I felt guilty, thinking it was my fault, but then, Juhee and Yoongi made me realize that our relationship really affected you emotionally,” he marks a tiny pause. “The last time you were in one, Lucas was still alive, but he isn’t anymore. Your struggles about our relationship weren’t just about you being alone for so many years; it was also about your grief.”

Juhee spoke to him about it… In a heartfelt moment, you confessed to your best friend how being with Jungkook messed you up on a lot of levels. It brought back the suffocating memories of the time you lost Lucas, because as he just said, the last time you were in a relationship, he was still alive. Now, he isn’t anymore, and you had to navigate this all without him.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to make you feel loved and help you to ease your life, especially after everything you went through four years ago,” he continues explaining. “I’ve been thinking about the many ways to make this place a better one for you. I know this right here is what helps you with the pain, and I also know you spend hours on end here. So I thought you could have a little bench to rest when staying up becomes too hard.”

Tears start streaming down your face, but what truly gets you to cry is the engraving in the bench.  ‘In loving memory of Lucas’ with his birth and death years. Jungkook did all of this for you. He did it while you were still trying to navigate his lie. The small things he’s been doing since knowing you are priceless.

Jungkook doesn’t scream or shout how in love he is. He shows it. And every single thing he does makes you fall even more for him. Sometimes, it feels like it is all a dream, and that a man like him can’t possibly exist. But he does.

And this right here means so much to you.

If, four years ago, someone had told you what Jungkook just did for you, you would have laughed in their face, not believing a single word. How could you even believe them? Elliott had just broken your heart, and Lucas had just passed. You were more than a mess back then.

“Guk,” you whisper before falling into his embrace.

You completely fall apart in his arms, crying as if you had just learned Lucas was gone. Your fingers hold onto him with desperation, and he just holds you there.  

“I got you, love,” he mumbles against your hair. “I’m right here.”

One might think that grief gets easier over time, but it’s a lie. One day, you might be just fine, and the next, you might cry until your entire soul is drained. Grief isn’t linear. It’s filled with ups and downs, but it never leaves you. It’s always there because the emptiness left in your heart can’t ever be replaced. A piece of your heart was ripped apart and will never come back.

Grief is painful.

Remembering Lucas isn’t always easy, and this gesture is beautiful and agonizing at the same time. Your best friend would have loved Jungkook for sure, because who on earth does this?

It becomes even more evident that you can’t let him go. Jungkook needs to be part of your life. Nobody else would ever do half of the things he’s done for you. And this is just the beginning of your story.  

The following days have honestly been the best. Jungkook treats you like an absolute queen—nothing new—and the amount of time you’ve had sex is frankly ridiculous. It’s like you can’t keep your hands to yourselves, or like you’re trying to make up for the time lost, even though you’re sure you’ve already done it by now.  

You’ve also been going to your little spot quite often, sitting on the bench for hours. Without realizing it, Jungkook healed a part of you that you never thought needed healing. Somehow, being there brings you more peace. Every time you run your fingers over your best friend’s name, you never leave without pressing a kiss on your fingers to press it on his name.

Juhee told you she was aware of what he did. Jungkook actually reached out to her for the details of Lucas’s birth and death years. She was also the first person to see the bench, because he wanted to do things right for you.

“The view is still breathtaking,” Jungkook says when he sits next to you on the bench. “Especially at night.”

“How did you know I’d be here?” you ask as your eyes meet his toned figure.

“Intuition,” he mumbles with a little smile.

For a moment, you allow yourself to properly look at him. He’s still wearing his working clothes, meaning that he came straight after work. It leaves you wondering if he went to your place before coming here. Probably.

“Shouldn’t you be holding some boards or whatever a CEO is supposed to do?” you ask.

“I was,” he replies, “but they’re over.”

Jungkook leans his back against the bench, his gaze shifting from you to the city. You do the same, and the view before your eyes is simply marvelous. For sure, not as pretty as Jungkook, but it’s still a very beautiful view.

“I’m not a CEO 24/7,” he continues. “I’m also a boyfriend, if I can still be one.”

Your heart beats loudly inside your chest. Even though things are a lot better and seem to be back to where they left off, none of you has truly dared to bring the topic to the table. For sure, it’s clear you’ve forgiven him, but maybe it’s better to say it out loud and make it clear for the two of you.

“I’m sure plenty of women would dream of dating you,” you teasingly say.

Somehow, you’re trying to lighten the mood because seriousness right now would be too heavy to deal with.

“I’m not interested in all of them,” he chuckles. “You know it better than anyone else.”

True. It’s something he has made quite clear over these past months.

“You’re the only person who truly matters to me,” he continues without looking at you. “And I’m so sorry that I messed it all up. I’ll do anything to get to hear you say again that I’m your boyfriend.”

Your eyes shift from the city to him. Jungkook always tends to look composed, as if nothing can ever affect him, but tonight he seems vulnerable.

“I love the man that I am when I’m with you,” he confesses. “I’m not Jeon Jungkook, or a CEO, nor the son of Jeon Minju. I’m just Guk.”

Your heart misses a beat at his words. He’s never hidden from you that you’re the only person who truly got to see him for who he is, and that, honestly, has always made you feel quite special. Like you’re someone who got VIP access to the all-mighty Jeon Jungkook—the man every woman desires.

“Just hearing you call me that turns me on, like I’m a damn teenager in heat,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but get closer to him. Your hand instantly finds its way to his neck, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape. Even like that, Jungkook still doesn’t look your way. “And it was pure torture not to hear it for a couple of days.”

“Unless you’re hiding something else, I won’t ever stop calling you ‘Guk’,” you tell him.

His head finally turns, his gaze landing on you. Even in the dark, you can see the softness in his eyes, and it makes you melt.  

“I swear I’m not,” he promises. “There’s nothing else about me to uncover. You know every side of who I am.”

His hand rests on your cheek, his thumb delicately stroking your cheek. The intimacy of this moment prevails over any sex you’ve ever shared. You’re the kind of person who values way more moments like this than sexy times. For sure, both are part of a relationship, but the weight they carry is very different for you.

“Well, I still need to know better Mr. CEO,” you reply with a smile. “He seems a bit too full of himself.”

A bright smile spreads across his handsome face.

“It’s better if you know him superficially,” he replies. “He’s not really a cool guy.”

“I still want to,” you admit. “He was very sexy when I met him at NovaTech.”

“Oh,” he pauses for a second. “Might need to bring him out more often.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you reply. “You’re hot when you try to protect me.”

His smile grows wider, and you can’t resist the urge to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and passionate—a mirror of what you feel right now. His tongue swipes against your lower lip, inviting you to open your mouth, which you do.

“I thought you had a personal preference for the biker,” he whispers against your lips.

“I sure do,” you offer a smile as you take a gentle step back to look at him. “But the protective boyfriend is somehow better.”

Jungkook mirrors your facial expression, and you swear his smile reaches his eyes. He’s so adorable.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He asks.

“Unless you have some objections, I believe you’re still my boyfriend,” you play with his hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“I have none,” he replies.

Jungkook kisses you again, and you melt into the kiss. Now, it’s absolutely clear where you both stand. Despite it all, you’re still boyfriend and girlfriend, and there’s nothing else in the world you’d like more.

After that, you both head to his place to spend the night together. Needless to say, the neighbors might have heard how freaky you got in bed, but you don’t care. What matters most is that you get to spend time with him.

The next morning, Jungkook takes a shower while you get dressed for work. Lately, you’ve been spending a lot of time at each other’s place, so you’ve decided to keep some clothes in order to avoid going around before work. It saves a lot of time—time that can be used together. However, you can’t help but notice he bought you some extra clothes that he keeps in his dressing room. It makes you smile like an idiot, and the thoughtful gesture melts your heart.

Can he just stop being adorable?

To surprise him, you try on the red shirt, together with a white pair of classic pants. They fit you all perfectly, as if Jungkook had studied your body. For a second, you look at yourself in the mirror, and you instantly smile. The outfit is honestly cute.

“Love,” you hear Jungkook calling out for you.

“Coming,” you scream to make sure he hears you.

In a rush, you head to the bathroom. Your boyfriend is standing in the middle of the room, a towel covering his lower body, and his hair is fully damped. He’s hot. Your eyes shamelessly roam up and down his body, while you bite your lower lip.

“Don’t look at me like that, love,” he smirks.

“Can’t help myself,” you teasingly say.

Jungkook shakes his head before saying, “I need your help with my hair.”

Last night, he told you he has rather important meetings today. Apparently, he’s signing a new deal, also has a board to discuss the future of a company, and other important stuff at his family’s company. A quite heavy day awaits him today.

Jungkook shows you the Dyson Hairwrap resting next to the sink. Of all things, you never pictured your boyfriend owning one. For sure, he’s very careful with his image, but you always imagined that if he needed help with his hair, he’d have a hairdresser or something like that. You never thought he’d do it by himself.

“How come you have this?” you ask.

“My brother bought it the other day because apparently it’s easier, but I don’t know how to use this shit.”

You laugh, your eyes quickly looking at it. Junyoung gifted his brother with the pink edition, and this is absolutely funny. Right now, you’d even say that he bought it to tease his brother, not help him.

“It’s not funny,” he says.

“It absolutely is,” you instantly reply.

Even though this is absolutely funny, you’ll help him out. By any means, you aren’t a hairdresser at all, but the simple fact that he asks you to help him out melts your heart. There’s no way you aren’t doing his hair.

“Let me help you,” you add.

You turn your back on him to set it all up. As you go through the little box, you check which brush to use. Jungkook watches you from behind you, as if he’s trying to study your every move. Once ready, you turn around to face him with the Hairwrap in your hand.

“Come closer,” you order him, and he does so without complaint.

You’ve never done anybody’s hair before, so it’s a first time for you, and you’ll try your best. The sound it makes when you turn it on surprises Jungkook.

“This is loud,” he instantly says.

You chuckle, nodding, and then start doing his hair. Jungkook doesn’t move at all, his eyes only watching you while you get him ready.   

“Don’t you have hairdressers?” you ask him.

“If I need to,” he replies.

“Then, why don’t you reach out to one?”

“If you can help, I don’t need them,” he instantly explains.

You simply smile and focus back on your task, but you can’t ignore the way your heart squeezes inside your chest. Honestly, if he keeps asking you this every day, you’ll just do it. After all, he’s your boyfriend.

“This outfit looks great on you,” he says at some point.

“Thanks for buying it,” you smile at him, your gaze quickly shifting to him. “You didn’t need to.”

“I’d buy an entire store for you, love,” he nonchalantly says.

You chuckle. “It’s not needed. This is perfectly fine.”

This whole I-have-a-lot-of-money shit is something you’ll need time to adjust to. It’s still very new to you, and you’ve gotten to notice how he’d gladly throw his money away for you. You don’t want it, but it won’t be easy to convince him otherwise, as he’s quite stubborn.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, letting you continue with styling his perfectly soft hair. You absolutely adore the feeling of it in your fingers. He definitely takes good care of himself.

“Okay, I’m done,” you say once you’re proud of the final result, your fingers quickly running through his hair for a final touch.

While you put down the brush and unplug it, Jungkook looks at his reflection in the mirror behind you. He doesn’t touch or try to rearrange it. Then, he looks at you, his body trapping you against the sink. His hand lands on your lower back, pulling you closer.

“It’s perfect, love,” he whispers against your ear before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

His hair tickles your throat, and a chuckle escapes your lips. By pure reflex, your arms wrap around his neck. Your eyes flutter shut to enjoy this gentle but soft moment. If this is what eternity will feel like with him, you’ll gladly take it. In his arms is the place you’d forever want to be.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Any time,” you reply as you press a kiss on his shoulder.

Falling for this man wasn’t in your plans, but man, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Letting him go now is absolutely out of the question. For sure, you didn’t make it easy for him, and you’re absolutely certain that it will continue. Being on your own all these years taught you that you could do it all, but now you have someone by your side who’s ready to do it all.

It’s not always simple, but you’re ready to work on yourself. You’re so madly in love with him that you’d do anything to keep him. This whole lie also made you realize that he just wanted you to love him truly, which was the case. If you had found out earlier about who he was, maybe things would be completely different today. Maybe he wouldn’t even be part of your life.

Through it all, you’re grateful for his patience. He has never once pushed you out of your comfort zone to fit into his expectations. In fact, he has shown you over and over again that he’s there if you need him and even when you think you don’t.

Jungkook has taught you that love is easy and uncomplicated.

Life seems better since he has unexpectedly appeared, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything else in the world. He can even buy you the moon if he wants, but you wouldn’t care, because all that matters to you is him. You can’t wait for what life has in store for the two of you. In the end, you were made for loving each other.

[cupidsbling]

Love to hate me | Index

Being the heirs of rival mafia families means that you and Jungkook are supposed to be sworn enemies. Yet, for some reason, the two of you can't seem to get enough of each other...

genre – enemies to lovers au, smut, denial,angst¿.

pairing – jungkook x fem reader.

warnings – explicit language, smut, pussy-whipped possessive jk, jk & oc bicker a lot, fingering, rough fucking (oc likes it rough), oc is very vocal (jk LOVES it) , mentions of creampie, spanking, oral (both receiving), titty worship, jk praises oc, squirting, possessive jealous jk, mentions of period sex, quickies, jk makes out with oc's pussy, oc rides jk, okay basically they're obsessed with fucking eo. etc.

hii pookies, im going to post this one soon!! im releasing part 1 on here and part 2 on my patreon for early access to those who are interested!! hope you guys enjoy it♡

tmr is my bday btw💔

[kurapikaenia]

HATE SEX IS STILL SEX. | JJK

When you; rich, hot, and supposedly untouchable, get dumped over text out of seemingly nowhere, your pride takes the hit. You trace it back to Jungkook— your ex’s best friend, the boy who’s hated you since day one. He claims he can’t stand entitled, rich girls like you… and somehow, he’s always had a problem with your relationship, never missing a chance to put distance between you and his best friend.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is also the only man who’s ever been able to make you cum.

🖇Warnings: 18+ content (mdni) heavy smut, implied smut, sensitive oc, a lot of foreplay, hate/angry sex–lots of it, commitment issues!reader, forced proximity, eventual fake dating, heavy banter and lots of arguments, slowburn, angst, meandomjk x patheticsub!y/n, college au, oc is mean and uptight, yearning–lots of it.

🖇 A complicated and messy enemies-with-benefits story for my babies who love long, detailed, smutty and tension filled, plot driven tropes.

🧷series part—01’ wc: 7k+

🧷series part—02’ wc: 8k+

🧷series part—03’ wc: 11k+

🧷series part—04’ wc: 11k+

🧷series part—05’ wc: 13k+

🧷series part—06’ wc: 11.9k

🧷series part—07’ wc: 13.5k

🧷series part—08’

₊⊹𝜗ৎ more parts to come!!

[bbychnlee]

FILTERS, jeon jungkook chapter ☆ 02

pairing. nerd!jungkook x escortgirl!fem!reader

when a brillant nerd crosses paths with a student by day and an escort by nigh ont the heart link app. 2026 ©bbychnlee

genre. college au, fluff, possible angst, slow burn, strangers/enemies to lovers, shy nerd jk, introvert jk, awkward jk, smart jk, perverted jk

warnings. explicit themes, sexual talks, smoking drugs

notes. chapter ☆ 01

22:38 seoul, SOUTH KOREA

jungkook had been glued to his gaming chair for a good two hours, his face just inches away from his large screen. one hand rested on his mouse, the other on his keyboard, as he tried to win his ranked league of legends matches. despite the headset covering his pierced ears, his best friend mingyu, along with a few random teammates, could be heard complaining about the mediocre game they were stuck in.

“fuck, this is impossible… do you even know macro or what ?! we have mid prio and you’re doing nothing with it !” mingyu exclaimed, probably pulling his hair out behind his screen as he watched his teammates’ questionable decisions.

“the jungler never ganks…but when the wave’s already pushed, that’s when you decide show up ? it’s too late man.” one of the teammates shot back in a condescending tone, clearly annoyed.

“then why are you engaging without vision ? you have zero control, you’re playing like a fucking bronze bro !”

mingyu snapped again, refusing to be blamed by someone he considered worse than him.

jungkook sighed and rubbed under his eye. the bowl of ramen sitting on his desk had long stopped steaming, it was lukewarm now. all he wanted was to relax, yet here he was, dealing with arguments over his favorite game. the real trap in league of legends was letting the enemy distract you. it was a strategic game, meaning that the winning team was usually the one that stayed calm and avoided impulsive decisions.

“mingyu, your pathing is inefficient. their lee sin is tracking us and you’re playing blind. get deep wards or we’re going to get run over all game.”

he paused briefly, scanning the map and his teammates’ positioning.

“mid, if you have prio, use it. roam, move, do something. sitting mid doing nothing is useless.”

after about twenty minutes of trying to apply jungkook’s calls, the game unfortunately ended in a loss, due to their disastrous early game and poor coordination. “at least we limited the damage,” the young man thought. he said goodbye to mingyu on discord one last time and closed all the sessions on his computer.

out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his now-cold dinner. his appetite had disappeared in the meantime. he picked up the bowl and put it in the microwave before locking himself in his room, as usual.

jungkook lived alone in a small three-room apartment, yet a dorm would’ve been enough considering how little attention he paid to his living room.

ting.

you have received a heart link notification.

jungkook grabbed his phone and tapped on the notification, intrigued.

usery/n: How can I help you ?

he narrowed his eyes. “shit.”

he had completely forgotten that he’d restarted the conversation earlier that day after leaving university, still annoyed by your exchange at lunch. he swallowed, thinking. should he reply… or just ignore it ? for about a week now, your conversations had been short, going nowhere. he was starting to regret signing up on that site, it just wasn’t like him.

kkjj7: hmm… maybe we could talk ?

usery/n: I don’t offer therapy sessions.

usery/n: If you don’t have anything relevant to propose, I’ll blacklist you.

usery/n: This is my work account, not my personal contact.

boom. bullseye.

jungkook clenched his fist and let out a frustrated groan. he was getting dominated by a woman, younger or older, he had no idea. he knew nothing about you. your heart link profile had no information he could use to stalk you, much to his annoyance.

still, he wasn’t about to let himself get walked over this time. he was tired of being looked down on or treated like an idiot.

kkjj7: i believe i told you i wanted my first time to be with you

kkjj7: but you refused, didn’t you ?

he smirked at his screen, satisfied with his comeback.

usery/n: And when I reached out again, where were you ? Did you get scared ?

kkjj7: no, i just have a life outside this app

usery/n: A life so miserable that you come back begging for my help in the middle of the afternoon after a week of silence ?

usery/n: I see.

kkjj7: be a nice girl

kkjj7: i reached out because i want you to make me feel good after my shitty day, tonight

23:07 seoul, SOUTH KOREA

you frowned. what was that insolent pervert going to ask for this evening ?

you muttered insults under your breath while continuing to get ready in front of your mirror. even though you never showed your face when sending pictures, afraid someone from university might recognize you, you still couldn’t help putting on your nude lipstick. it was part of your disguise. during the day, you were y/n. at night, your alter ego took over, and your lipstick was her weapon.

this time, you chose simple black lingerie, elegant, paired with a long sheer robe hugging your hips. you picked out jewelry from your “special drawer" where you kept pieces you no longer wore. you had to be careful, a recognizable necklace could cost you your place at university if someone connected you to heart link.

usery/n: Be a real man.

usery/n: Don’t waste my time.

kkjj7: do you actually get clients with that attitude ? or are your 1k followers fake accounts you bought ?

kkjj7: or are you only rude because i’m kkjj7 ?

fed up with his pointless remarks, you left him on read. your peace didn’t last long, five minutes later, another notification rang.

kkjj7: more seriously, send me pictures of you. in lingerie, of course

kkjj7: something high quality that shows your curves

kkjj7: show me what you’re capable of

kkjj7: i have high standards

challenge accepted.

you had been on heart link for two months now. naturally photogenic, you knew your strengths and weaknesses, your best angles and your worst ones. you lay down on your freshly made bed, adjusted your push-up bra, and started taking multiple shots highlighting your chest.

deep down, you knew kkjj7 wasn’t like your other clients. and for some reason, you wanted to impress him tonight, to show him he made the right choice choosing you over other escorts.

usery/n sent you a photo.unlock for 10$.

within seconds, you received the notification.

you received $10 from kkjj7.

you stayed there, a knot in your stomach, staring at your phone, afraid he didn’t like what you had sent.

what you didn’t know was that, on the other side of seoul, jungkook was losing his mind in his room. he zoomed into every pixel, studying the details of your skin and black lingerie. he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks flushed.

jungkook had never been intimate with a woman, which explained both his embarrassment and the overwhelming excitement clouding his mind. and yet, this kind of content was the most basic service you offered.

kkjj7: wow, i’m sure your tits are beautiful

kkjj7: i’d love to bury my face in them

his compliment boosted your ego so much that you let out a soft laugh.

usery/n: Nothing good comes for free, as you know.

kkjj7: how much to shake my head in your tits ?

usery/n: An amount you probably don’t have in your bank account.

usery/n: Dirty pervert.

you had regained control over the man behind the screen, and it filled you with satisfaction. even though your job was to fulfill desires, you liked to play, not to be taken for granted.

in this line of work, it was easy to get walked over. so when a client got too comfortable, you didn’t hesitate to show your colder, untouchable side. some gave up, others kept chasing you.

you still couldn’t quite figure out which type kkjj7 was.

9:11 yonsei university, SOUTH KOREA

it was obvious you had a bad night, your tired face and dark circles dulled your usually lively features. taehyung and jinah didn’t miss the chance to point it out all morning.

it was monday, and after a week of inactivity on heart link because of your exams, you had decided to get back to your secret activities.

on saturday night, you had gone on a date with mr. parker, a british businessman in his thirties who invited you to dinner after a meeting with other wealthy men in the wine industry.

he had lost his wife a few years ago to a serious illness. when you first spoke a month ago, he made it clear he simply wanted to relive a piece of his youth with you. it was honest enough, so you accepted. you didn’t mind filling the void left by someone dear to him.

you had kissed him once, after he dropped you off in front of your building, but it never went further. he never asked for more than dinners, and you weren’t particularly eager either. so you simply acted as his “personal assistant” accompanying him throughout his day.

simple as that. or so it seemed.

“alright, we’ve wasted enough time. let’s actually start the class.”

mrs. kim stood up, holding a stack of papers. it wasn’t your exam results, it was too soon for that. she adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat.

“you’ll be doing a group project. there are 20 topics to choose from. yes, you can pick whichever you want. however, i’ve already assigned your partners. and no, don’t bother asking me to change them after class.”

the entire class groaned in unison. mrs. kim ignored them and began listing the different topics.

“i hope she put me with jungkook !” jinah whispered excitedly, pointing at him in the front row.

“no way, really ?” you replied sarcastically.

she rolled her eyes and muttered that you were a buzzkill.

“now that the topics are presented, i’ll announce the pairs in alphabetical order. pay attention, i don’t like repeating myself.”

you took the opportunity to observe jungkook.

he used to be invisible to you, but since your last interaction and how easily he had offered to help you with physics, you found yourself fixating on him; in class or in hallways.

you had even started to find him kind of cute. just a little.

he wasn’t your usual type. jungkook seemed a bit uptight, and his shyness made him look naïve, maybe even a bit dumb. you preferred confident and assertive men, but not the losers at yonsei.

“jungkook and y/n. surprise us, what did you choose ?”

you straightened up, frowning at the sound of your name. jinah let out a long sigh, pouting.

jungkook briefly turned around to look at you with a neutral expression before facing forward again.

“wave-particle duality." he answered casually, without even consulting you, unlike the other pairs.

“well, that's an excellent choice. i’m sure you’ll do a great job.”

mrs. kim smiled at him unsurprisingly, he was her favorite student thanks to his seriousness and discipline.

“he didn’t even ask my opinion ! fuck, i’m screwed. i suck at physics, this is so annoying.”

“i doubt you’ll have much to do… honestly, you’re the luckiest one,” jinah whispered, nudging your leg under the table with a grin. “i wish i were you.”

you kept staring at your classmate.

just as you were starting to find him cute, you were also beginning to curse him internally. maybe this was his way of getting back at you for last time. you were convinced of it and it annoyed you. this group project was going to be a nightmare.

tag: @hanma16 @di-nana-saur @loudpuppyjellyfish

[bbychnlee]

FILTERS, jeon jungkook chapter ☆ 01

pairing. nerd!jungkook x escortgirl!fem!reader

when a brillant nerd crosses paths with a student by day and an escort by night on the heart link app. 2026 ©bbychnlee

genre. college au, fluff, possible angst, slow burn, strangers/enemies to lovers, shy nerd jk, introvert jk, awkward jk, perverted jk

warnings. explicit themes, sexual talks, smoking drugs

notes. hii everyone,, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr (keep in mind that english is not my first language soo i usually write things in french before translating everything in eng). im not really sure how the ff will go since i tend to change my stories a lot but i think the description reflects how i imagine everything and i tried to make it as accurate as possible. i hope u will enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing the first chapter !

xx, bbychnlee

23:16 seoul, SOUTH KOREA

the draft from seoul slipped through your slightly open window in the middle of the night, brushing softly against your skin and making you shiver. a joint in hand, you moved your head as you inhaled the smoke to the rhythm of your favorite song, move by taemin.

no one really knew what kind of girl you were at university. not even your closest friends, the ones you laughed with so hypocritically, knew the secret you carried inside: modest by day, and, as some might call it, completely uninhibited by late evening, ready to cross any line just to feel alive and loved.

of course, in all the wrong ways.

despite everything, everyone put you on a pedestal. you were the perfect woman, flawlessly meeting every criterion of what they considered “perfect”; an innocent girl with harmonious, charming features. it earned you special treatment from those around you. you were envied by girls from other classes, admired and desired by the boys at school. things you never stopped finding stupid.

at a certain hour, you became unreachable, even though your friends knew perfectly well that you spent your days glued to your phone, trying to escape the bleak reality slowly swallowing you whole. you found life sad, meaningless—even though you had barely lived a quarter of it and yet you still managed to find something negative in every beautiful thing. living in appearances didn’t suit you. the people in your social class, the privileged children of Yonsei, didn’t share your values and yet you had chosen to be hypocritical with them.

you pulled on your long black lace stockings beneath your short dress that hugged your curves perfectly, something you had found at the thrift shop just a few minutes from your place. you opened your drawer and took out your signature item, your favorite pink nude lipstick. staring blankly at your reflection, you wondered if you were making the right choice, or if you had simply fallen so low that you no longer knew where to begin to climb out of this hell.

tell your friends ? they would judge you, and it would spread around the whole school. your parents ? they would resent you and think their daughter was nothing more than a prostitute who had ruined the family line. stop ? you were far too used to the luxury and the attention you received from those men.

you put away the mess you had made while searching for your outfit, then grabbed your phone and opened the infamous app, heart link. your profile had at least 1 500 followers with 25 unread messages.

mrdallasjohn: Good evening, beautiful lady. Would you be available tonight ? On the menu: dinner at a restaurant and then a little movie at my place.

this was the kind of message you were used to receiving. normally, you would have said yes without thinking too much—or maybe after overthinking everything—but the outcome would’ve been the same. you would have accepted, to make some money and listen to the problems of these forty-something men, who made you realize that your own problems weren’t so serious after all.

except tonight was different. you didn’t feel like going out to eat, nor watching a movie at some potential client’s place. the most you could do tonight was send intimate pictures or play therapist for these men who vented about their children, sometimes their wives, or even their own inner struggles—just like you. sometimes, you saw yourself in them: not fitting in, never feeling satisfied, and above all, being lost. your mind was like a rough draft notebook; messy, impulsive, your whole life hanging by a thread.

you lay down on your bed, scrolling through your requests until one message caught your attention.

kkjj7: hey

a simple “hey” made you frown behind your screen. was this person serious ? who texts “hey” to an escort like it’s nothing, as if you were a coworker they were trying to follow up with after a shift ? you found it both awkward and oddly surprising.

usery/n: Good evening ??

the two question marks conveyed your annoyance at what you considered a waste of time but also your curiosity.

kkjj7: i would like to know what kind of services you offer, please.

usery/n: I don’t offer fixed services.

usery/n: It’s up to you to tell me what you want with me, and I’ll adapt if your offer suits me.

kkjj7: well, i would like to do my first time. would that suit you?

usery/n: Excuse me, is this a joke ?

23:46 seoul, SOUTH KOREA

the young man stared at the reply, frozen. “Excuse me, is this a joke ?” he removed his glasses and set them on his desk before burying his head in his arms, his phone the only source of light in his darkened room.

jungkook was a diligent and rigorous student at yonsei university. a top student, a genius, a nerd, as some whispered in class, pointing fingers behind his back. his seriousness had earned him a generous scholarship, allowing him to study at one of seoul’s most prestigious schools. he was trouble-free, and yet his classmates always found ways to mock him. between sarcasm, irony, manipulation, jungkook was the perfect scapegoat but also the one they used to cheat or get good grades. feeling invisible to others, the complete opposite of you, had pushed him to sign up on an escort site. and even then, at his lowest point of vulnerability, he still wasn’t taken seriously.

kkjj7: no it’s not a joke

kkjj7: i’m a virgin, and i’d like to do my first time with you

usery/n: Sorry but I don’t think I’m able to fulfill your request.

a wave of disgust and guilt took over jungkook’s body. he was begging for intimacy from a woman who didn’t even desire him. was he destined to be yonsei’s burden?

the korean student locked his phone and threw himself onto his bed, staring at his half-open shutters. seoul was beautiful at night, a city that never slept. from midnight to midnight, people always found something to do. after work, there was always room to party, to wander the streets with high levels of alcohol in their blood. jungkook, on the other hand, never went out. he preferred expanding his general knowledge or playing video games on his PC during his free time. he was a man who loved the simple, ordinary things in life.

within minutes, exhaustion took over after a long day of studying for upcoming exams. his phone vibrated one last time, but he didn’t pay attention.

usery/n: After thinking about it, I think it might be possible.

12:26 Yonsei University, SOUTH KOREA

your weekend had gone pretty well. after your brief exchange with that kkjj7, you hadn’t received any reply the next day or the day after. you were a little surprised. men were usually crazy about you — or just crazy enough to follow up immediately. but not this time, and it left you with a strange sense of incompletion. still, you were far too busy studying for your exams, which were fast approaching. you hadn’t logged back into heart link since.

you and your group of friends had privatized the school rooftop during break. you were sitting against the stairwell door while your friends stood by the railing, looking down at the courtyard. the weather was pleasant, and a warm breeze brushed against your face, lifting your curly hair.

“guys, did you manage to study this weekend or not ? i’ve got half the notes with me, does anyone want to go ask jungkook for his revision sheets ?”

taehyung asked, playing with a lollipop in his mouth.

you shook your head, and the others followed one by one. no one was used to studying it was every man for himself. except you, who had decided to get ahead this time.

“y/n, we’re counting on you,” the tall boy added.

taehyung was convinced he was the leader of the group. girls threw themselves at his feet. he was tall, exuded confidence — borderline narcissistic but had that spoiled, mean rich kid aura. some boys feared him. of course, you didn’t see him that way since you hung out with him. to you, he was just lazy and capricious.

“no, leave me out of it.”

you sighed, burying your head in your arms.

“come on, we’re really screwed”

jinah whined, nudging you side to side with a pout. you gave in quickly. you didn’t have the patience for this, and you knew they wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise.

“fine ! now stop bothering me !”

you grabbed your bag firmly and stormed down the stairs under your friends’ amused gazes. they were clearly used to this outcome. as you descended, you pulled out your phone and instinctively opened heart link. still no reply from kkjj7.

you reached the first floor and entered your classroom. it was empty, except for one person. your classmate jungkook sat there, earphones in, nose buried in his physics textbook. sunlight reflected off his brown strands, highlighting his tanned complexion.

you had never really gotten to know him. the only times you spoke were out of interest, mostly your friends’ interest. you approached his desk slowly and stopped in front of him, standing while he remained seated. your presence blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow over him. he lifted his gaze from his book and met your eyes. silence filled the room as both of you waited for the other to break it.

“what are you doing ?” you asked awkwardly, unsure how to start a conversation.

“uh… well… i’m studying physics for friday,” he replied.

jungkook looked back down at his book, avoiding your gaze. his body language said everything. he was nervous, uncomfortable, under pressure. he fidgeted with his eraser, his right leg bouncing under the table. he spent most of his days alone, except when his only friend, Mingyu, who was considered just as weird — if not worse, skipped class.

you glanced briefly at his book before sitting down beside him, surprising him as he looked you up and down.

“and do you actually understand any of that ?”

“i’ve always been fascinated by physics and astronomy, so… yeah. i read a lot and watch documentaries. it helps.”

“yeah, but what about math ?”

“it’s not that complicated. it’s just formulas, and once you understand the logic, it comes naturally…” he said with a small smile, his cheeks slightly flushed.

you returned the smile, completely forgetting your original mission, getting his notes for taehyung and the others. you didn’t really understand why jungkook struggled to make friends. he was kind, intelligent, cultured and so many qualities you assumed, even if you weren’t sure.

“um… if you want, i could teach you ? i mean, the formulas, if you’re struggling…”

“no !” you replied abruptly. realizing how quickly you had shut him down, you sighed.

“i mean, no, it’s just… i don’t want to bother you. and honestly, i don’t really like physics, i wouldn’t understand anything anyway,” you added with a forced smile.

“it wouldn’t have bothered me, i was the one offering. but whatever,” jungkook said, resting his head on his hand, turning slightly away from you.

“hey, no need to turn your back on me. i didn’t mean to upset you,” you said, moving your chair closer.

“why did you come talk to me ?”

he straightened up, eyebrows furrowed, looking at you with an edge that completely contradicted the boy you had just met minutes ago.

“i don’t know. i just wanted some quiet, and you were already here, so…”

“you could’ve found a better excuse. I know taehyung probably sent you. we never talk, you and i. we’re not friends and we never will be. i don’t know what was on my mind. »

he shut his book firmly, stuffed it into his bag, gathered his messy sheets filled with numbers and scribbles you couldn’t understand, and left the room without another word.

you were alone now. the sun was slowly fading from the sky when your group of friends came back about fifteen minutes later.

“so ? did you talk to jungkook ?” taehyung asked, sitting on your desk.

you shook your head.

“no, i didn’t find him. maybe he left early.”

“him ? leave early ? impossible. that guy loves studying,” jinah remarked, fixing her makeup while holding her pocket mirror.

your friends spent the next hour laughing about everything and nothing, gossiping about other students while you stayed withdrawn. the breeze brushed gently against your face, spring was definitely your favorite season. even if you didn’t truly care about your friends, seeing them fill the room with laughter comforted you after your strange interaction with jungkook.

did I say something wrong ? you wondered.

you weren’t the type to regret your words. if anything, you never held back. but this time was different. you felt sorry for him.

you got lost in your thoughts, his face replaying in your mind, your conversation looping over and over, until your phone vibrated in your pocket. you pulled it out and unlocked it.

you have a heart link notification.

you tapped it.

kkj7: i had a shitty day, can you help me ?

[buryhny]

ACT OF MARRIAGE . #1

➥ rundown ; Their billionaire marriage was never meant to be love, only a solution to Jeon's will and Brielle's circumstances. But when she becomes his only safe space, he realizes far too late that losing her wouldn't just hurt… it would ruin him.

genre . marriage of convenience, jk x oc au word count . tbc status . on-going

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Brielle's Pov ;

Prologue,

"Don't." Jungkook's voice is low, careful. Like if he speaks too loudly, I'll disappear. "Don't leave." I let out a breath, turning my face away, trying to make sense of everything all at once. "Don't," he repeats, softer this time.. and it breaks. "Don't walk away like this."

A quiet laugh leaves me hollow and misplaced. "Like what?" I ask, finally looking at him. "Like I didn't just realize what this marriage actually is?" His jaw tightens. He steps closer. Says nothing. And somehow... that silence says everything. "It was never anything more than a condition, was it?" He exhales, eyes closing briefly. "Brielle... that's not true." "Then what is?"

My voice is quieter now. "Because I don't know anymore." He takes another step. Stops halfway. Like he wants to reach for me.. but doesn't know if he's allowed to anymore. And somehow, that hurts more than anything he could say. "You're my wife." I shake my head, a small, tired smile forming. "No," I whisper. "I'm your obligation." The words hang between us, fragile... final.

And for the first time, our marriage feels exactly like what it has always been an act.

act of marriage.

- Chapter one -

"Did Lina get discharged already?" Anna asks while she sips her iced Americano, pushing the swivel chair towards me as she hands over a double shaken espresso latte. "Thanks- Yeah she did." Heaving a sigh, I put down the pen and take a sip of my latte.

Mmmm, so good!

"I've been working here for years yet I still can't adjust to this. I can't fathom how difficult it must be for her." I nod in agreement. Lina, a 67-year-old patient, has been here for some time. She was diagnosed with dementia after being found on the streets waiting for her daughter who never arrived.  Lina never had a daughter, her young daughter had passed away years ago.

The past few months have been incredibly tough. There've been too many accidents and patients who can't afford treatment.  The crisis cases are piling up and overtime is finally catching up with me. I fall asleep during the day and lie awake at night. Six years of nonstop work, plus loans to repay, is becoming too much to handle.

Working as a social worker isn't for the faint-hearted, and being empathetic makes it even harder. Everything feels heavy and when it builds up inside you, it can be suffocating, especially when long-term patients you've grown attached to pass away.

"Do you think I need Botox? My fine lines are showing up more now or maybe I'm just stressed?" Min Hye asks, touching her face and pulling up her cheeks.

"Min, you're Korean! You basically look 20 even though you're 40!" Anna says, playfully hitting me in the shoulder and encouraging me to agree. "Yeah, she's right. You don't need fillers, you look perfectly fine!" I glance over at her from the computer and see her typing intently at the screen.

"Still..." Min Hye sighs. "Did you hear about Dr. Yeo Jeong-woo? The plastic surgeon in Seoul? He's the best and....he's so handsome." She covers her face and laughs.

"Isn't that the guy involved in the murder case?" Anna asks. "Yes, but he wasn't at fault. It was a planned crime." I've seen him once at a charity event in Korea. He was charming, too charming.

"Anyway, he's married! So our chances are zero!" Anna says dramatically, pouting as she tries to finish her coffee. Her slurping fills the room.

A knock interrupts us.

"Elle, room 231 wants you." I grab my file. "On it." I pass by the same corridors every day and knock on the door before entering. "Yoona." I say her name with a smile and stand by her bed.

Yoona is a beautiful 84-year-old patient who's been here for 10 years and now under my care for the past five. She's wonderful, her voice always lifts my spirits. She was diagnosed with chronic heart failure but remains strong despite her mobility issues. She smiles and brightens everyone's day. I check her file and assess her condition.

"Dear, I've been feeling a bit weak," she murmurs, her voice faint. I wouldn't have heard her if I hadn't been so close. I frown at her words, she was doing fine this morning.

"Oh, let me do a checkup," I say and perform a routine checkup, measuring her pulse, pressure, and oxygen levels. She does feel weaker than usual, but I can't pinpoint the cause.

"Let's get you to sit up a bit," I adjust her pillow and turn on her favourite channel, HBO Max. "Hold still for me... That's it. Good. We'll keep you comfortable." I smile, and she nods.

I notice a slight pallor in her cheeks. "You're a bit paler than usual. Did you skip breakfast?" I ask, smiling faintly. She can't fool me anymore. I've learned to recognise her needs and lies. She hasn't had breakfast.

"You need to eat to take your medication, Yoona," I say. "Oh, I'm tired of porridge!" she sighs and shakes her head.

"What would you like to have?" she thinks for a moment, her eyes scanning the room as if she's plotting something. Then a mischievous smile creeps across her face.

"Ice cream," she murmurs. I blink. "Ice cream?" She nods, looking at her fingers and giggling. Right, she's like a child, who would want to eat bland food all day? "I'll get you ice cream after you have breakfast." I knew she was gonna interrupt so I say, "I'll bring you soft tofu soup. I know you like it." She holds my hand and caresses it. "I'll enjoy it." I nod and make my way out.

Picking up some tofu soup, I stopped by dad's building. Dad and I have a dream, our own clinic. Dad is a retired paramedic, he helps patients who are unable to afford their treatments, I do too whenever I have time. But to open a clinic we need funds and that.. that was difficult especially when I have student loans to repay. My pay is just enough however with loans and funding to think of, I try to save as much as it's possible. Hoping someday I could make my dream come true.

"Hi dad." I walk inside his small apartment, looking around for him. "Ellie! Come come." He runs to me and gives me a big hug. I missed this, I miss him a lot. I look at him, noticing his grey hairs getting prominent every time I see him. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose and his sweaters, are getting too old now.

"Dad, I got you lunch." He tsks and looks at my hands. "Why take the trouble? I'm good! I know you didn't have lunch yet so you have it." "I'm okay dad, I had coffee." "Ughh! Coffee doesn't do anything, you should stop having them too much! It's ruining your body." He grumbles and I laugh. "Dad, have it! I got some tofu soup for a patient and stopped by to see you, I'd never come by empty handed, you know that."

He nods, looking at me as his hands brush over my hair. "I know my lovely daughter, I know. Take care of yourself okay." I nod. "I haven't been helping you, I'll try to come by soon." He shakes his head and holds my hand. "Elle, you know we can't do everything together. Focus on the hospital."

"I know, Dad. But even helping a few families a week is something to me." He knows i won't listen to him. I'm adamant, much more when it comes to this.

"Just promise me you won't burn out doing it." I nod and smile, " I will try." He smiles and hugs me again. "Ice cream?" I chuckle and show him the vanilla tub. "For Yoona, she wasn't gonna have breakfast without ice cream." "Oh you love her so much don't you." "I do!!!"

She's one of my favorite patients, she's been closer to me these few months and it's been so nice. I don't know much about her but I feel her so much more than anyone does. Even her own children. "I'll get going dad!" "Okay dear, be safe."

I head out with the food in my hand, the weight of the day still sitting on my shoulders. The next few weeks are going to be hectic.. new interns, more responsibilities, more people to guide. It never really slows down.

And somehow, neither do the goodbyes.

"Yoona, look what I've got for you!" She leans forward to take a closer look and claps her hands. "That's my favourite ice cream!" "It is!" Her smile beams, her cheeks rise like warm buns. Seeing patients smile so wide makes my day. "Let me help you." The tray is set carefully in front of her - soup on one side, a small scoop of ice cream on the other.

Just one.

It's all she's allowed. Still, she looks at it like it's everything. "All done!" she says, a little too proudly, ice cream smeared at the corner of her mouth. A quiet laugh escapes me as I reach for a tissue, wiping it away. "You did well."

Moments like this... They make it worth it.

I guide the nurse to hand over the pills to her in 30 mins and get to the break room to have my own meal. As someone in the medical field, knowing a lot about food allows me to have a good balanced diet. When my friends bring heavy meals, they complain when they see my bowl of buttered vegetables and steak. I don't have much time to prepare meals, so I settle with my stocks of frozen meals I cook for the week.

"Elle, we're having dinner together, will you be joining us today?" I shook my head and bit into a broccoli. "I've got to work on my files." They nodded and looked at me with sad eyes. "You need to rest, please get some sleep." Anna placed her hand on my shoulder. "I will try, insomnia is turning me into a zombie." They chuckled and sat beside me.

"Have you heard about the new trainees?" I nodded. "I saw them this morning, reminded me of when I first joined." That made me smile. When I first joined, it felt so unreal, I couldn't believe I was going to work for the prestigious hospital -

Belmont Hospital for Advanced Care.

Here I am today, a well-reputed social worker who sometimes gets called a doctor by patients.

I left early, didn't require to stay overtime, so I headed straight to my apartment. At the top of the street, the usual group of cats sit. They move around me, rubbing their heads on my feet as they look up waiting for their food. I opened the box of meat I prepared for them and let them eat. I do this every day. Pets of my own aren't an option, not with the hours, the unpredictability, the constant absence... so this is enough. It has to be.

They've grown since the first time we met, healthier, less cautious and something about that makes the day feel a little less heavy. "Hello... I'm early today, aren't I?" Fingers brush over soft fur, a quiet reward after they've eaten, lingering just a second longer than necessary. Parting feels strangely reluctant, but the moment passes. A quick dusting of hands against my coat, and the street stretches ahead again.

The elevator has been under maintenance lately, so taking the stairs is the only option. I drop my keys into the tray by the door, aligning them with the edge. The apartment is exactly how I left it this morning. Clean and Quiet.

I slip off my shoes, placing them neatly beside the rack before heading inside. The silence follows me.

It always does.

I walk straight to my bedroom, drop my bag on the desk and head to the washroom. A warm shower after a long day is the best medicine, so relaxing that I moan at the feel of the water touching my skin. I slip into my pyjamas and dinner is already ready – just reheating it.

I take the chickpea salad out of the fridge and microwave it. Sinking into my chair in front of my laptop a quiet sigh escapes as I chew and let my thoughts flow. So many thoughts in my little head, sometimes I wonder how someone can think so much. Isn't it funny? Our minds work nonstop!

The patients' files sit on the desk. I've reviewed the cases multiple times and it bothers me that I can't help them more. Funding for patients who can't afford treatments hurts when they're desperate. If I made more money I'd put my all into helping them but I can't. I have the bare minimum myself, loans to pay off. I type my proposal of funding options and patient care programs but the words pause, delete, type, pause, reword and delete again. It always comes down to the same thing.

Money.

And I don't have enough of it to change anything.

-

Once again, I've fallen asleep on my couch. This has become a daily routine- one I'm not particularly proud of. The clock reads 7:50 a.m. as a yawn slips past my lips. I stretch my arms over my head before pushing myself up and heading to the washroom to freshen up.

By the time I'm back, the apartment is already half put together. It always is. I'm too much of a neat freak to leave anything lying around.

The counter gets wiped, cushions straightened, everything returned to its place without much thought. Bread goes into the toaster while I gather the files scattered across the table, stacking them neatly before slipping them into my bag along with my meals for the day- containers lined up, water bottle filled, everything prepared the night before.

The toaster clicks.

I spread a thin layer of cream cheese, fold the slice into a sandwich, and take a bite, chewing as I move through the apartment, turning off lights, checking corners, making sure nothing is out of place.

It never is, but still, I check.

Keys. Phone. ID. All in place.

By the time I step out, the hallway is quiet, the kind of quiet that lingers before the city fully wakes up. I pull the door shut behind me, the soft click echoing longer than it should.

Another day. And another long sigh leaves my mouth.

Placing my bag on the desk, something feels... off. The room is too quiet... no greetings, no familiar chatter, not even Anna's usual smile. She walks in, her eyes meeting mine before she exhales. "Elle..." The way she says it makes my chest tighten instantly. "What's wrong?" I ask, but she hesitates, just for a second- and it's enough.

"Yoona..." she whispers. Everything in me drops. I don't wait, don't fix my ID, don't grab my coat- I'm already moving. She was fine!!! She was fine yesterday! What could've happened? I was panicking, I know their lives are unpredictable yet... it's just so difficult to accept it. The thought repeats in my head as I push her door open- then I stop.

The machines hum softly, slower than usual. Yoona lies still, her chest rising in shallow uneven breaths. Too slow, too weak. She's going to leave. "Yoona..." My voice comes out quieter than I expect as I step closer. Her eyes flutter open just barely. "...Brielle," she breathes.

Her fragile hand reaches out for me and I grab on, holding her close. My eyes sting with tears but I don't let them out. It will only make her pain when she sees someone cry for her departure. I don't know what to say or how to say anything. So I just look at her for the last time. I lean closer, tightening my hold on her hand.

"I'm here." Her fingers move slightly against mine. Just enough for me to feel it. I'm the only person who's been with her for years, no relatives, no children. She was all alone. "Thank you...", she murmurs. "Thank you for being with me..." She struggles to speak as her chest gives out. Her voice barely audible but she tries to convey her final words.

I sit beside her, closely to hear her speak. I wouldn't miss her last words for anything. She blinks slowly, losing consciousness as she attempts to be louder to speak just a bit more but she can't. My chest tightens looking at the one person I've been taking care of for years, leaving me.

"You're a great person, Yoona. Thank you for being so lovely." I mutter and she smiles. Surely she hadn't heard the whole sentence but I'm fine. "Elle..." she whispers again as she tries to hold my hand again but her grip is faint. Her hand slowly stops moving and the next thing I see is the machine showing a single line and a beep.

She's gone.

One more patient... gone. I take a moment to gather myself, her hand in mine. I get on my feet, placing her hand on her stomach before gesturing for the nurse to take over. I walk out of her room and head to the washroom. I splash water on my face, exhaling deeply. I didn't realise I'd held my breath for so long. Closing my eyes, I look down the sink and think blank thoughts. I wipe my face with a tissue and walk back to the staff room to grab my ID and files.

Let's get back to work.

The staff room is almost empty. I take my files out and read through them. My mind is foggy. I know I've been re-reading the same line over and over again but it just doesn't seem to stick. I try to work on my funding project but my fingers aren't able to type anything so the cursor just sits there blinking. The staff around me keep taking glances at me, which doesn't bother me but makes me aware of myself. Min Hye places her hand on my shoulder and asks, "Are you okay?" I nod. I'm okay, even if this has broken me inside. I have to be.

The silence doesn't last. It never does.

Footsteps rush past the corridor outside- fast, uneven. A stretcher wheel squeaks against the floor. Voices overlap, this is urgent. Sharp. My grip tightens around the file in my hand.

Another emergency.

"Clear the way- move!" The doors swing open as a team rushes in, a patient wheeled in at speed. The air shifts instantly, it's tight and urgent. "ICU prep- now!" The nurses rush and I'm already on my feet before I realize it. Whatever I was feeling... it gets pushed aside.

"Brielle- ICU. VIP case. Emergency intake." I grab the file- my only VIP case.

The Jeons.

My steps falter for half a second. Then I'm moving. Running behind them, I fix my hair tightly as I push through the doors. Gloves are handed to me- I slip them on, already checking his oxygen levels, his pulse-

And then I see him. Really see him.

My chest tightens- but my hands don't stop. "When did he collapse?" "Twenty minutes ago. Sudden loss of consciousness." the paramedic replies. checking his pulse, I press two fingers to his wrist. Weak. Irregular. "vitals?" "BP dropping earlier, we stabilized slightly." the nurse mutters as she moves around checking the machines, adjusting the oxygen mask.

"He was just sitting- he said he felt dizzy and then-" "Please step outside." My voice is steady, even as I finally look at the bodyguard. One glance is enough. This is worse than before. I inhale slowly, forcing it down, forcing it away. "Prep for ICU transfer."

Stepping outside while the nurses continue inside, I pull out Chairman Jeon's file. He doesn't have much time left. His condition has worsened faster than it should have. I close the file, exhaling quietly before walking down the corridor. His room - VVIP 02, is already prepared. I step inside, scanning everything, making sure it's exactly as it should be.

Perfect and Ready.

The door slides shut behind me as I step back out. Fast footsteps echo through the hallway. I glance up. The staff immediately tense, shifting to the sides, clearing the path without a word. He walks through them like it's instinct- like they were always meant to move. His voice is low and steady. "Where is Ms. Brielle?"

I hear my name before I fully register him. He looks straight ahead- then his gaze lands on me. For a second, everything stills as he makes eye contact with me. Then he walks faster. Not rushed. Not panicked. But there's something in the way his steps sharpen. He stops in front of me.

"What happened?" No greeting. No hesitation. Just two words- he's always direct to the point.

That's Jeon Jungkook.

The grandson.

My eyes don't meet his. His gaze is too intense, too heavy to hold.. so I let it pass over me, looking anywhere but directly at him. The file in my hands suddenly feels like an anchor. I grip it tighter, grounding myself. He's taller than I expected.

I have to tilt my head slightly just to face him- and even then, it feels like he's looking through me rather than at me. It's not just his height. It's the way he stands. Still. Like nothing shakes him.

But I know better.

Telling families their loved ones don't have much time left is never easy. Today.. it feels heavier. "He had a cardiac episode. We've stabilized him for now, but-" I pause, drawing in a breath. I don't miss it- the way his expression shifts, just slightly. He notices the pause immediately.

"But what?" His voice is sharper now. I lift my gaze just enough to meet his.. briefly. "He doesn't have much time, Mr. Jeon." His jaw tightens. There it is.

A crack. Small... but real. as if he's trying to hide but i see it. "How long?" The question comes out steady, but there's a faint break beneath it- something he doesn't let surface fully. "A few weeks. A month, at most... if he holds on." His hand curls into a fist at his side subtly.

He doesn't interrupt. He just stands there- holding it in. Right at the edge, like showing any emotion would break his character. i wish he knew that he could show them, he doesn't have to always be the cold person he is. "Do whatever you can to keep him." His voice drops, quieter now. Not a command this time.

Almost... a plea. I nod. "I will. I'll do my best." "You better." His words are firm- but they don't carry the same weight as before. He turns before I can say anything else, walking away with the same controlled steps.. but faster this time.

I watch him go for a second longer than I should. Then I turn, heading toward the inventory room. VVIP needs to be ready.

Any minute now.

I pull open the cabinet, quickly checking the crash kit, defibrillator pads, emergency meds, IV lines. Everything needs to be within reach. Fresh oxygen masks. Backup tubing. I set them aside, making sure nothing is missing. the sedatives sit in the next drawer, my heart clenches a bit as i watch it for a moment. I hesitate for a second before adding the sedatives. Just in case...

Monitors ready, everything is ready. My hand pauses over the tray- just for a second.. before I force myself to keep going. As I slide the door, Mr. Jeon sits on the couch, his phone in his hand, a faint frown on his face. He looks like he's reading something, not even glancing at who walked in, his focus fixed on the screen. His coat is off, draped over the back of the couch while he sits in his waistcoat and tie, one leg crossed over the other. Mr. Jeon has always had one look... formal, composed like he's never anything but a Billionaire CEO. i sometimes wonder, if he really is like this, all the time?

"Mr Jeon? Do you need anything, coffee or tea?" he shakes his head, his eyes still focused. I nod and place the items on the tray. "Elle- sorry.." Viva walks in, unaware that Mr Jeon is sitting as she calls my name out loud. "Brielle..." she whispers as she approaches me with a few files in her hands. "This patient, Stage 3, needs immediate treatment but-" I already know where this is going. An exhale escapes my lips as my shoulders drop.

I look down at my hands where the oxygen mask sits. "They can't afford it?" I ask, well aware of her reply. She doesn't speak, she nods. "Put them under my list." Viva sighs and shakes her head, like she's had enough of this. i get her too but i wish people would understand me better. "Brielle, not again. You can't keep doing this. The funding-" "I'll figure it out." That's the end of it. She knows she shouldn't speak anymore. My eyes close as my grip on the table tightens.

This is exhausting but I can't stop. Nothing will stop me. "They won't be turned away. I'll arrange something."

I leave the room to check on the patient. Chairman Jeon is conscious, lying flat on the bed with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. The door behind me closes softly, and he looks ahead, knowing someone is entering the room. "You came," he murmurs. I give him a short smile and nod as I stand beside his bed. "You need to rest."

I glance at the monitor then back at him. He looks at me longer than usual, making me feel upset. "I don't have much time, do I?" he asks in a whisper, and I don't reply. The silence fills the gaps. He already knows, I don't have to say it. We both remain silent, and I stay beside him for support. There's nothing I can say from my side. The quietness isn't uncomfortable, it's sad and heavy. "Before I go... I want to see him married."

He mutters, and I freeze. Why would Chairman Jeon share something so personal with me? "Someone who won't leave him." I don't know what response he's looking for, so I don't say a word. I look down at my fingers and let him speak while I listen. Maybe he wants to share what's in his mind knowing the pressure of leaving scares him.

The air shifts, and there's some discomfort. I'm unaware of why, but it feels like he's speaking from his heart, and I don't think I'm the one who should hear it. "I hope everything you wish for... is fulfilled, Chairman Jeon." He smiles and nods. "Let's get you back to your room.

Mr Jeon immediately gets on his feet when the doors open and his grandfather is wheeled inside. Worried, his eyes seem different as he watches his grandfather placed on the bed. Standing beside him, he helps the nurse pull up the blanket to cover him. Mr Jeon takes a seat and holds Chairman's hand. "You're late."

Mr Jeon shakes his head quickly, sadness filling his eyes. "I'm here now. I rushed as soon as I heard." The patient grumbles, his laugh short-lived as he frowns in pain. "Careful." Their voices are softer now, Mr Jeon's too. He was different, he wasn't intimidating anymore. He was quiet, calm and emotional. I wouldn't have thought he had emotions until now. Mr Jeon visits the hospital with Chairman every appointment but he's never been like this before.

Perhaps he's realised these are the last few moments and he wants to cherish them as much as he can. He smiles though it's very short lived yet.. it makes me smile, I've never seen him smile before. I watch them from a distance and think he's not intimidating right now,

Not cold.

Just... human.

I excuse myself and quietly step out. I've missed my lunch and breaks and haven't had water or my supplements all day. I wasn't hungry or thirsty, I was clouded by too much to feel the need to eat or drink.

"Brielle, here, have a cup of coffee." Anna walks over and hands me a small cup of black coffee. My nose scrunches as I look at it and she chuckles. "I know you hate black coffee but have it. It'll taste good on an empty stomach." I nod. I know black coffee was incredibly bitter. However, the warmth felt so good, especially since the VIP area was colder than the rest of the buildings.

The coffee felt like a warm hug (though it tasted terrible, bitter and nothing I'd ever choose on my own. I'd always prefer a double shaken espresso but well, I don't mind it right now.) Anna looks at me longer, wanting to get something out of me and it makes me chuckle.

"What?" I ask her, and she smiles. "Are you okay?" she asks, and I nod. "Do not give me that bullshit, are you really okay?" Anna knows me, she also knows I won't speak even if she asks me a million times. "I am, really. I'm just a bit tired." She nods, giving me a side-eye and an eye-roll. "Fine, but you know I'm always there for you. You can tell me anything, alright!" "I know, I know."

The door slides open, Anna flinches and smiles at the man who walks out. She gestures at the empty coffee cup in my hand, and I hand it over to her as she leaves, giving Mr Jeon and me privacy. Mr Jeon looks at me, leaning against the door. "Chairman Jeon is stable for now but his cardiac function is declining faster than expected. We've optimised his oxygen and medication but he'll need continuous monitoring."

I speak, flipping through his files in my hands as I explain it to Mr Jeon. "He's stable for now but we don't have much time. We'll do everything we can. He's in good hands." Mr Jeon doesn't speak ask questions or comment on what I've said which I found a bit odd. I pause, my eyes slowly moving up to take a glance at Mr Jeon in front of me.

I notice him observing me, his eyes don't move away and it makes me uncomfortable. "I want to speak to you privately." he mutters with his rough voice. His eyes stay on me- a strong glare. I blink my eyes and look around, there's no one here at the moment. "We are." He shakes his head slightly. "Privately."

I must've frowned, because before I can say anything, he reaches out, gripping my wrist and pulling me with him. "Mr Jeon?" he pushes open an empty consultation room and closes the door with his foot. The room is dim and quiet. I look up at him with wide eyes, unable to understand what he's doing here with me alone.

Mr Jeon really looks at me. The frown lines on his forehead deepen as he speaks. "You've been treating him for five years." Confusion hits my face. This is what he wanted to say? Why did he pull me here? Why is he acting weird? "Yes," I reply.

He doesn't wait. He immediately says, "He trusts you." What does he mean? Why is this the conversation? Why is it a private one that can't be done outside? We were just fine. Silence engulfs us. I look up at him with nothing but discomfort and confusion. While he looks down at me with a frown his eyes roam around my face, eye to eye.

I don't say anything. I'm not even sure what I can say. My mind is still trying to catch up- still stuck somewhere between what he just said. But he doesn't give me time.

"He wants to see me married." My breath catches slightly. I don't like where this is going. I really don't understand where this is going. Why he's telling me this? And then...

Everything in me just ... stops.

"Marry me."

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MY FRIENDLY ROOMMATE | JJK

You lose your job, become a victim of identity theft and get divorced three months into marriage after rushing into it. Just when you thought life couldn’t get any worse, you were now about to be evicted unless you found a way to pay up. So, your solution? Posting an ad saying that you’re looking for a roommate. They could help make up for the rent you’re behind on and you wouldn’t be evicted. Like most things, it's easier said than done. Because that roommate turns out to be your brother’s bratty best friend who not only thought you were a guy, but was someone you couldn’t stand.

enemies to lovers ⋆ brother’s best friend jungkook au

warnings ⋆ 18+! profanity, suggestive language, cheating (more warnings to be added!)

length ⋆ tbd

𓄲 Chapter Index:

01 ⋆ GIVE AND TAKE

memo ᝰ.ᐟ another series that I’m working on, which will be posted sometime next month! comment to be added to the taglist!

© kookied 2025-26. all rights reserved. all content shared on this page is my own, original work. the above characters (including original), their characterizations, dialogue and settings are my own and are fictitious. they are not to be associated with real people. any real people mentioned are solely used to create a visual representation.

[rustedaffections]

YAYAYAYAY

[smoljimjim]

The Roommate • BTS JJK Series Masterlist

Description: What starts as a harmless one-night stand takes an unexpected turn when Jungkook meets Siri—the roommate of his one-night stand. She steals his attention and stays on his mind for much longer than he had planned. __________________________________________

>Pairing: fuckboy tattooartistJK x OC Siri >Genre: Rom-com, strangers to lovers, light angst

Status: BRAND NEW FIC - NOW ONGOING - If you want to be on my permanent or this series taglist, just comment to let know!

Story warnings: Jungkook is a bit of a playboy to start with, he becomes a sort of sweet clueless simp later. NamJin is a thing. Lara (from Katseye) is featured as a sort of slutty meangirl. Smut: JK has a big D, bj/deep throating - more warnings to be added as the story progresses.

>> Notes: OC is named Siri/Serena/Serenity in ALL my stories - she is a brunette with blue eyes (her face claim can be found in my main BTS masterlist) >>> Not set in Korea, imagine whatever english speaking country you want DON'T copy my storyline or take any part of my work please

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Ch. 1 - The Unexpected

Ch.2 - Slowly Changing

Ch. 3 - His First Attempt

Ch.4 - Down Bad

Ch.5 - His Second Attempt

Ch.6 - Date #1 - One Step Forward...

Ch.7

Ch.8

Ch.9

More parts coming soon...

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[rustedaffections]

this one ate.

MORE CHAPTERS WHENNN?

[fkingl0ser]

Vows of abstinence (teaser)

Summary: At the age of just 23, Jeon Jungkook has become a proudly professional priest. However to fulfill his duty as said priest he's had to give up one of his previous favourite activities... having sex, and turning celibate. He's usually very restrained, yet things begin to get complicated when he meets a doe eyed girl in a bar whose tempting him to break his vow.

Pairing: priest!jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, crack, smut, forbidden relationship, celibacy, temptation, will they won't they

Word count: tba

Warnings: swearing, multiple orgasms, making out, drinking, boners, teasing, oral (f&m receiving), hopeless romantic, advice, fingering, LOTS of flirting, sexting

“J-Jungkook, please-” you squirmed under his hold as it all became too much, hands flailing around, searching for where his head was, desperate to pull him off for one moment's relief.

He released you for just a moment, and looked up, met with your fucked out expression. His lips were swollen, jaw and neck glistening with your juices, eyes darkened with lust.

“Not so confident now, are we?" You felt his warm breath on your now swollen folds.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” you begged. But your voice, with a mix of smoothness and raspiness, all from the number of times he had made you scream his name, only motivated him to keep going.

"I’ve been deprived of this for years, and you think I’m going to slow down? Come on, baby, I know you can keep going,” he smirked, quickly dipping back down, dragging a slow, wet lick across your clit that made you scream out. 

Oh, how he prayed for times like this.

a/n: yeah i was watching island and when i saw cha eun woo as a sexy priest i knew i had a duty to fulfill. ps. this was something short and quick i was to write before posting my you chap 2. unfortunately i planned for a 4k chapter (of my you) but decided to merge to prevent like 30 chaps and it will take longer...

[rustedaffections]

I'm so waiting for this one