jungkook was undeniably your closest friend. you two came as a pair, packaged tightly together and wrapped in clingfilm. youâd known each other since you were both ten, sat together in primary school, stealing glances at one another as though the intrigue you both kept could hardly make either of you look away. the boy had won your heart in a flash when he offered his banana milk to you after punching the horrible boy that kept bullying you, all whilst offering you a big toothy grin.
he came shopping with you, standing outside of changing rooms with crossed arms and big biceps, analysing every short little skirt and blouse. heâd sit beside you in all of your classes, helping you with your note taking, buying you special highlighters so you could make them prettier. and at parties? jungkook would stand, arm around your waist, eyes shooting daggers at any man that tried to even think about coming near you whilst he took care of you.
you see, jungkook being your best friend was indeed undeniable. the other undeniable fact? he was utterly, completely and entirely in love with you.
it would have been fine, if you werenât so clueless. you took his actions as nothing more than him being friendly, and comfortable with you and sure - you both dated other people, but heâd made it abundantly clear to every woman in his life that you came first in the peking order. naturally, this didnât make them stay long.
he had a deep, twisted sort of obsession when it came to you, constantly needing you close, wanting to hold you, smell you, caress you in anyway possible. you let him, of course - you were a sweet little thing, you always assumed it was normal despite everyone in your life questioning it. you were asked a million times a week whether you and jungkook were dating to which youâd always tilt your head, mumbling out a confused no. whenever he was asked, heâd simply smirk, and shrug his shoulders, playing the ambiguity card.
you werenât sly, however. he could see right through you. no matter how innocent youâd act, he knew you enjoyed the attention, craved it and needed it in a way that resembled himself - you were a mere reflection of one another. he had just come to understand his feelings first.
y/n and jungkook, a simple pair. you couldnât find one without the other, and despite him being the openly touchy and expressive one out of you both, the only person who thought it was friendly was you. the irony was, you knew deep down it was all a facade you were keeping up in hopes he would never stop. it felt too good to change the game now.
even now, jungkook knocked on your door at 2 in the morning, hair messy, coming from one of the libraries after a long PHD study session. you sleepily rose from your bed, already half way to dreamland as you lazily opened the door. though you werenât expecting him, you knew it could only be him knocking.
âdid i wake you?â he murmured quietly as you yawned against the door, letting him in.
he walked in, placing his bag and shoes by the entrance whilst he watched you sleepily turn back to your bedroom. âmm, but itâs okay.â
he followed you in, watching you snuggle back against your pillow. âscoot over.â
you did exactly that, shuffling, watching as he joined you in your bed, taking over a large majority of the space. you groaned a little as his hands found your hips, large fingers pressing into your skin whilst he pulled you into his chest with utter ease.
âsmell good.â you purred, curling your face into his neck. he felt himself visibly relax, breathing in the scent of your hair.
âitâs the cologne you got me.â he murmured down at you.
you groaned in response, pleased at his answer.
if anyone were to see you both right now, the last possible thing theyâd ever assume you to be was friends and yet here you were. best friends, even, through thick and thin. youâd learnt not to question jungkookâs wandering hands, how it brushed your ass every time he ran it up and down your back. he, in return, didnât question you on the way youâd steal his clothes, curling into them whilst demanding to lay on his chest, wrapped tightly in his thick biceps. a mutual understanding, if you will.
âhey, weâre still on for tomorrow right? jiminâs party?â he whispered down, causing a subtle shiver down to go down your neck.
you huffed a little. âyes. now shut up, iâm sleepy.â
he grinned at that, bunny teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he pressed quick peck to the top of your head, finding himself joining you into dreamland.
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you could hear the boom of jiminâs house minutes before youâd even arrived, offering a look over at your best friend yejin who was a giggling mess at the back seat of the uber. the blonde haired boy was notorious for his gatherings, unlimited alcohol thanks to his connections, and a gathering of people that rivalled multiple parties combined. he was a self proclaimed man of the people, offering his large home as a service to society. or so he claimed.
you slipped out once youâd arrived, pulling the hem of your tiny little dress down. the vibe for tonight was to have fun, find someone, get drunk, get ruined all before cosying back up in your warm, big bed. it didnât feel like too much to ask for, and jiminâs party was the prime location to do it.
you followed yejin inside the too large house, immediately saying hi to people upon your arrival. within minutes, youâd both done your round, and you were finally walking up to your friends who were all mingling in the kitchen.
âhi.â you squealed at the sight of your party host, who grinned widely before giving you a big hug. âhaving fun so far?â
âjimin, this is insane.â you laughed, taehyung wrapping his arm around your shoulders. âmore than insane, should of seen what happened 20 minutes ago, some girl slapped her boyfriend for flirting with someone else.â
âyeah well, had to try out do the other one.â jimin quipped, referencing his previous gatherings whilst already preparing you a drink.
âthe fact youâve managed that is insane.â yejin grimaced whilst taking a sip of the concoction yoongi had prepared.
your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted boy stood by the wall, back pressed against the surface. a loose tshirt sat on his figure, and though it shielded you from seeing the hard panels on his body, the sheer expanse of his shoulders were enough to have your legs move towards him within seconds.
jungkook was staring at you, gaze as intense as ever. his tongue draped over his bottom lip momentarily, wetting it at the mere sight of you. âhi.â he murmured down at you, lowering his head so his lips would graze your ear just slightly.
a shiver went down your spine. your fingers reached for his stomach, clutching his top gently. âalready drinking? thought youâd wait for me.â
âbeen nursing it. donât drink that.â he moved the cup jimin had given you out of your hand, preparing one for you instead. he was possessive like that, small acts that you could never pin point.
âhm? this tastes good.â you hummed, resting against him.
his arm slipped around your waist, done too casually despite the weight of it on your body. his eyes wandered over the tiny dress you were wearing, eyebrows furrowing.
âis this new?â
you peered up. âyeah! you like it?â you twirled a little, his arm loosening slightly. âgot it today, yejin said it makes my legs look good.â
he grunted, half in appreciation and other half in annoyance that your mutual friend had you dressing in such a risquĂŠ dress. the thought of other men noticing you enraged him, in a way that wasnât normal; not that he gave a fuck.
âi do like it. arenât you cold?â he asked with narrowed eyes, hand returning to the bottom of your back.
you grinned into your cup, tilting your head. âthatâs what youâre for, duh.â
at that, a smirk formed in his lips, the thought of you needing him in a way he was only more than happy to be was comforting to his obsessive brain.
the two of you muttered away, hidden away in a corner whilst your friends chatted around you. to the naked eye, you both appeared to be much more than the best friends you claimed to be. with your hands curled onto him, feeling his abs and hard chest under his clothes whilst his own were wandering up and down your back, often dipping low enough to touch your ass.
it didnât register in your head that this wasnât a normal thing. that friends shouldnât touch each other so intimately, especially not ones that were as close as you and jungkook. the mask of friendship acted as a guide for you both, offering a rope of direction despite both of you often letting go, making your own decisions that completely disregarded what was supposed to be.
âgonna go to the bathroom.â you groaned suddenly.
jungkook had been stood in front of you, leaned over so you were caged against the wall, forcing you to push his chest lightly. âwant me to come with?â
âwhat, so you can watch me piss? does that get you off?â you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.
his tongue pushed against his cheek. âyeah, yeah, hurry up. iâll hold your drink.â
you giggled to yourself, loving how riled up heâd get at a mere poke or jab, before sliding out of his grip, feeling his fingers tighten against you before letting go. jungkook watched you walk away, greedily taking in every inch of skin he could get. from your legs to your arms, the way your ass looked so fucking good in that dress. he let out a quiet groan.
you walked up the stairs, avoiding the moans emitting from different rooms like the plague. slipping into the bathroom, you quickly did your business before looking in the mirror whilst washing your hands. the alcohol had allowed for a flush against your cheeks and your pupils were dilated, you felt a rush all over your body. tonight was supposed to be chill, but the air felt electric.
you werenât sure if it was the music, the amount of people or even the selection of drinks - but you felt slightly out of it. you shook your head, forcing yourself to stay present again before you began walking back to your best friend, almost too excitedly.
unfortunately for you, by the time you were slipping back into the kitchen, your tatted friend wasnât there anymore, with hobi letting you know heâd gone into the main foyer. you, of course, listened and snuck between multiple people, exploring the house in a bid to find jungkook.
you huffed a little, realising he wasnât there either. curse jimin, you thought, who needed a house this big anyway? your legs travelled around the expanse of the house, feeling slightly annoyed at the loss of your best friend who was usually stuck to your hip. you knew he preferred to stick together on nights like this, so you werenât sure where he could be.
your legs took you to the living room, finding him leaning towards a corner which made your head tilt slightly, walking over immediately only to be stopped in your tracks the second you realised what was going on.
he had a girl in front of him, tall and leggy, and it took you no time to figure out who it was. yuna. his on and off ex of two years, toxic as could be, the one woman in the entire world you truly couldnât stand whatsoever. unbeknownst to you, everytime youâd get into a relationship or begin seeing anyone, jungkook would return to her as a distraction, in hopes of making you jealous, to evoke any emotion he physically could. was it healthy? certainly not, but he didnât really care for anyone that wasnât you anyway.
you werenât privy to this information, which meant your disdain for the frankly horrible woman felt unfounded. you felt guilty whenever youâd think about it, knowing you didnât like her simply because she had jungkook when he felt more yours than anyone elseâs, not that you could ever discuss that with anyone. you huffed at the sight, arms crossed whilst staring right at them.
you both had made a pact. youâd broken up with your ex boyfriend a few months ago, and at the time you felt like it was potentially a mistake, but jungkook had talked you out of it. said if you donât go back, he wouldnât go back to his ex either and selfishly, you knew that was what you wanted. yeah, you might have missed your ex, but the secret possibility of having him all to yourself was too much not to indulge in. seeing him now, however, had you drowning in annoyance.
yunaâs gaze flickered over jungkookâs shoulder, noticing you stood a few metres away looking at them openly. she wasnât very fond of you either. it was hard to stomach the fact she would always be second in jungkookâs eyes, if even that, compared to the best friend he kept so closely to him. you could call and heâd drop the entire world to be by your side, so it made her bitter, naturally. seeing you stood there, visibly losing in comparison to her made a small smirk form as she tilted her head upwards to look at jungkook, her hands suddenly sliding all over his chest and shoulders.
you scoffed, deciding youâd had enough as you turned on your heel and exited the room with a grumble. if he wanted her so bad, he could have her, you didnât care. he wasnât allowed to come back to yours after though, a broken promise is still a broken promise and you held a grudge like no one else.
ânow whatâs got you frowning at a party like this?â jin questioned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, seemingly appearing out of no where as you trudged to the kitchen to get drunk.
ânothing. itâs stupid.â you shook your head.
âprobably, but if itâs upset you, letâs talk.â
you sighed, as you grabbed the bottle of vodka, making a concoction you knew would be too strong for you to handle. you were a lightweight after all. âjungkookâs in a corner getting all close with yuna.âexess
âstupid boy.â he shook his head. âare you upset because you donât like seeing them together?â he asked, leaning against the fridge, watching as yoongi and jimin walked in, seemingly with the same idea as you.
âwhat..no itâs not that.â your cheeks flushed, a cheeky grin forming on his face that jimin was beginning to rival, understanding the context of the conversation immediately. âyeah? why you getting all red then?â the younger man teased.
âshut up.â you hissed, making him throw his hands up.
âokay. letâs say for arguments sake youâre not jealous, are you really gonna let that something as silly as that ruin your night?â jin asked, bumping your hip whilst making his own drink. âyou canât let his bad decisions dictate how you feel, enjoy yourself.â
âgod. boring. donât listen to him, y/n.â jimin huffed, grabbing your arms and twirling you a little. âdonât get upset. get even.â
âhuh?â yoongi asked, eyes narrowing. âokay, feels like it goes without saying that you shouldnât listen to jimin right now.â
you were intrigued, however. âwhat do you mean?â you asked, peering at him.
âget even.â he reiterated with a smirk. âgotta play him by his own game.â
âyeah, well, itâs not like my ex is here.â you grumbled at him, taking a sip of your too harsh drink, making you wince. jin tutted, stealing it out of your hand and making you another, more appropriate one.
jiminâs smirk could have rivaled the cheshire cat, with the way it pinned to either side of his face, clearly loving this game. he knew about jungkookâs feelings for you, and about the hidden feelings you could barely admit to yourself - wasnât it time he had some fun, and made sure progress was being made?
âah, but i have something better.â he tutted, leading you out to the entrance of the kitchen so you could look out all of the people here. âso many eligible bachelors. why go for something youâre used to, when you could try something new?â
you pondered his words whilst you heard yoongi groan, taking the drink jin was preparing for you and downing it himself.
soon enough, you had found yourself the perfect man. you couldnât really remember his name, jaehoon, jaehyun, something along those lines - not that it really mattered. he was the right fit for what you needed. you flirted in a way you knew worked best, eyelashes fluttering and a few casual touches here and there, he was practically smitten by the end.
youâd even gotten up to dance, his hands travelling all over the expanse of your stomach, your hips and hair. he was letting you know exactly what he felt and what he was thinking through his eager touch. normally, youâd feel disgusted, you werenât someone that revelled in attention like this but it was hard to think when you were being guided by jealousy.
âwanna get out of here?â he whispered down at you, voice heavy with intent.
at first, you faltered, as though ice water had been splashed onto your face, suddenly aware of what you were doing. one look upwards and you noticed jungkook wasnât even around you, and for some stupid reason you couldnât rationalise, it made you angry. he broke the pact. he had you walking around the party looking for him. him and his touches, wandering hands and fleeting looks - you knew friends didnât do that, but it was jungkook. it was okay if it was him, you preferred it even, and yet here you stood, about to make the biggest mistake of your life out of pure ego.
âyeah.â you huffed a little, carried away by your thoughts.
the man in front of you couldnât believe his luck, you were easily one of the prettiest girls at the whole party and entirely out of his league so he wasnât about to waste a single minute. he took your hand, smirk big whilst leading you through the house, and towards the door.
you passed some of your friends, who were all looking at you inquisitively, managing to get to the foyer before you were so rudely stopped by a hand yanking your own away from his grip.
âwhat the fuck are you doing?â jungkook appeared, chest big and shoulders as wide as they could be.
he was inching towards the shorter man, eyes narrowed dangerously as though something completely unfathomable was taking place in front of him.
âwho are you?â his eyebrows narrowed. âlet go.â you hissed at the same time, yanking your hand out of his grip.
he turned to you, eyebrows furrowing in half confusion and annoyance. âwhat, youâre gonna leave with this guy? are you fucking stupid?â
âwhatâs it to you?â your eyes were matching his in emotion, whilst the man beside you watched you both in confusion. âlisten, man, she told me she was single..â
âyeah, well sheâs not.â he broke eye contact; facing him once more. âtouch my girl again and iâll fucking kill you.â
that was all he needed to hear; backing down immediately and all but scurrying away. jungkook was very well known, he had a presence that made most men uncomfortable, a cocktail mix of strength and anger that anyone would shy away from. it was secretly one of your favourite things about him, you were convinced he was invincible - the thought of him being able to protect you so thoroughly had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
âjungkook.â you hissed once more, anger bubbling in your stomach.
he didnât bother to respond, grabbing you by your hips and pushing you almost harshly against the wall, secretly making sure your head didnât bang. âwhat was that? leaving with some guy, you donât even know who he was.â
âwould it have been better if it was someone i knew, then?â you scoffed, hands gripping his shirt where his hardened chest sat beneath, pushing him away though he didnât budge whatsoever. stupid, concrete body.
his eyes were darker than youâd ever seen them. âyou donât fucking leave with anyone that isnât me, you hear me?â
you rolled your eyes. âyou donât get to act all innocent with me, iâm surprised youâre not upstairs with yuna right now.â
âwhat are you talking about?â
âi saw you, so donât even bother.â you huffed, pushing him by his chest once more only for him to grab your hands, pinning them to the wall above you.
âyeah? tell me what you saw, hm.â he darkly whispered down at you. âdid you hear what we were talking about, or are you jumping to conclusions?â
you wiggled slightly, his chest now all but pressed against yours. this position was entirely indecent, and if either of you were more aware of your surroundings, youâd be thankful that everyone was currently too drunk to notice you.
âyou said you wouldnât talk to her anymore, that was the pact.â you hissed. âyou promised and now youâve broken it, so i can do whatever i want, you donât get to dictate my decisions.â
he scoffed in your face, and your eyes widened lightly at the mere audacity, wiggling again against his grip. all this was doing was pushing your body tighter against him.
âyou know, if you had stuck around longer than 5 seconds you would have actually heard what we were talking about.â he all but grumbled. âshe approached me, wouldnât leave me alone, iâve spent the last 15 minutes telling her to fuck off, that iâve only got my eyes on one girl, only have time for you.â
you stopped wiggling, his words hitting you one after the other.
âimagine my fucking surprise when i try find you, only to find some fuck leading you out of this place.â his face was dangerously close to yours. âwhat were you planning, y/n? trying to get me angry? was that your game plan?â
you didnât respond, nervously keeping eye contact. your thighs were pressed against each other tightly, a sick part of you enjoying this more than anything, the way he was being a little rougher with you whilst still being protective - it made your brain sing.
âand what would you have done once you were both alone, hm? he wanted to fuck you.â he growled harshly, making you grumble under your breath. âyou think a guy like that is worth fucking?â
âokay, fine, i shouldnât have jumped to conclusions. but you still broke the pact.â you weakly pushed back, your ego too high to let him win.
jungkook knew it, knew the only reason youâd gone so far was out of jealousy and it made his heart clench harshly - it felt fucking incredible. his girl, his y/n, so bothered at the sight of another woman staking their claim on him that youâd become this blind? if only you knew the way he had shut yuna down, leaving the girl practically in tears after he explained how deeply his heart and brain were intertwined into you - that heâd take morsels from you if it meant being close to you, whilst he wouldnât even look at her twice even if sheâd offer herself whole. he knew it was cruel, but in that moment, when all he wanted to do was return to you, he hardly cared.
âyeah, i did.â he murmured after a moment, slowly easing your hands back down from the wall, now pushing them back onto his chest. he could feel your fingers pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt once more. âforgive me, baby. swear my intentions were good.â
you nibbled on your bottom lip. he was still so close, his nose bumped against yours gently, âfine.â you huffed a little, despite one of your hands drawling down to his stomach, feeling the tightness of his abs beneath.
he dipped his head so your cheeks were pressing together, his lips ghosting against your ear. ânow, stay with me for the rest of the night. next man i see touching you, iâll fuck up.â
and as you both walked away, you sported a triumph grin, not only having jungkook possessively lead you to a spot on the couch, but also have his wandering hand go from your hip to firmly grabbing your ass.
â
âhow much longer?â jungkook groaned alongside yoongi, who sat beside him, arms crossed and eyes closed.
the two men were sat within the confinements of what felt like a jail, but was actually a mere clothing department. surrounded by pretty dresses and a flourish of colours, the pair felt utterly out of place, dragged here by either girl. yoongi and yejin had a weird back and forth that had been building for years, incredibly similar to your own relationship with jungkook? the difference between you, however, was they at least tried to be subtle for the sake of appearances.
âgod, just wait, youâre both so impatient.â yejin huffed, whilst you both chatted away in your respective dressing rooms. âi donât know about this one.â you murmured, loud enough for jungkook to pick up on the slight tinge of anxiety in your voice.
âcome out, y/n.â he gently coaxed, noticing your feet from underneath nervously shuffling.
you did exactly that, however, your hair pulled up into a messy ponytail that he couldnât tear his eyes away from.
âwait let me see too!â yejin excitedly rushed out, the lilac tone of her dress catching yoongiâs attention.
jungkook couldnât look away from you. a sweet grey dress that hugged every inch of you - from where it sat on your calf to the way it dipped in at your waist. it felt like your legs went on for days, your breasts accentuated. you were perfection in a bottle, and the fact you werenât sure drove him insane.
âi really like that, actually. you look nice.â yoongi nodded in approval, yejin walking over and adjusting the straps. âoh, you are so getting this. you look hot.â
you looked over at jungkook. it was his opinion you really wanted, and you knew it wasnât healthy, but you craved his thoughts the most. he was soaking you in hungrily, eyes dark and legs parted slightly, causing you to flicker down secretly. he was enamoured by you.
âi like it.â he grumbled. âi like it too much.â
your cheeks flushed a little, pleased with your best friendâs approval. âyou sure kookie? just think this grey is too moody for a wedding, and maybe itâs too tight?â
âitâs perfect. iâm wearing black, so weâll match.â he shook his head. yejin grinned to herself before flaunting her outfit towards yoongi who was equally as enamoured.
âooh, are you wearing that suit we got together at the start of the year?â you excitedly asked, shuffling over to him. you were now in front of him, his legs parted as he leaned back in his chair, your body inbetween.
he was taking you in, openly. from your eyes to your lips, lips to your neck, neck to your boobs and downwards. he couldnât get enough.
âmm, yeah. remember you saying how much you liked it.â his hands were touching you now, on your hips, sliding over the material hungrily. âi really do.â you admitted, a small, too cheeky grin forming on your face.
yejin had returned to her dressing room now, you promptly doing the same, jungkookâs hands falling off of your body, watching the dress pool at your feet from the bottom of the door. he spread his legs a little wider, accommodating for the already growing nature of his length.
âhey, you guys joining us for dinner?â yoongi asked him quietly, watching as yejin walked out, hands playing with her hair. âdunno man, might have to pass, sheâs kinda tired so thought iâd take her home.â
he nodded, watching as you too came out. jungkook admired you whilst you both said your goodbyes, soon enough standing in front of him, in between his legs slightly, like before. âyou donât have to come with me if youâre hungry, kookie, i donât mind making my own way back.â
he scoffed, whilst standing, height towering over you immediately. âgotta take my girl home, hm?â
you didnât want to admit the pounding that formed in your chest at his words and the ease in which he said them in. he took a hold of your hand, both protective and possessive whilst leading you to the counter, not sparing you a single glance as he paid for your dress. you had known him long enough to know heâd sooner die than let you pay for anything, another thing that had you kicking your legs and screaming into your pillow.
âwait, can we go to yours instead? just remembered my house is a mess and i donât wanna deal with that right now.â groaning into his arm whilst you walked beside him, peering up with big, hopeful eyes.
jungkook wanted to scream. as if he could say no to you.
âmm, sure. you left your stuff from last time too in case you want to shower.â
you grinned wide at the confirmation. âhm, maybe iâll have a bath.â
within the next half hour, you were in jungkookâs bath, soapy bubbles covering your naked body whilst you hummed in delight, candles littered everywhere to create some sort of ambience. you loved coming to his place, it was much bigger and warmer than your own apartment. his scent was also everywhere, which made your brain keen.
âyou hungry?â jungkook called out from the kitchen, prepared to make you a whole ass meal at your mere confirmation.
you were away with the fairies, too cozied up in the warm water and scented bubbles to even begin to hear him. jungkook frowned, realising you hadnât responded, making him walk towards the closed door, knocking lightly and asking again.
in return, all he got was a slight hum, as though you were confused of what he was asking. without thinking, the door was already being pushed open, revealing you.
your hair was pulled up in a cute little bun, whilst your knees propped up in the water, the only sliver of skin jungkook could see whilst the rest of your body lay hidden underneath the expanse of bubbles. he watched as you peered up at him lazily, as though this was the most normal thing in the world - as though friends were supposed to walk in on each other naked.
âwhat did you say?â you murmured up at him whilst exhaling a little, seemingly content.
his lip quirked upwards slightly, whilst his cock thumped against the expanse of his boxers and jeans angrily. if you shifted, just slightly, just a littleâŚ
âasking if youâre hungry.â his voice has become rough, causing your eyes to flicker over to him, before slowly trailing down, noticing the way he was evidently hard.
in all honesty, youâd noticed it constantly. whether it was you waking up to his morning wood pressed tightly against you, or whether it was at parties where youâd sit on his lap only to be left with a core aching for something you werenât sure youâd ever get.
ânot really. this feels too good to leave.â a sigh left your lips dramatically, making him crouch beside you, his hand dipping in the water slightly to feel the temperature. âthat does feel good.â he confirmed.
âi even put the salt thing you bought for me. feels so nice.â
if jungkook was any other man, he wouldnât have been able to pick up on the secretive tone you were using. but, alas, he knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant he could recognise the teasing tilt to your voice with ease. you were enjoying this. you liked seeing him rock hard for you, and judging from the way your eyes kept flickering down, you were just as needy.
âyeah? mind if i join you, baby? wanna see whatâs got you like this.â he was suddenly so close to your face; watching the way your pupils were dilating, your eyelids hooding whilst you offered a little nod, almost delirious.
hungrily, you watched him. he discarded his top, his jeans. he made sure your eyes were connected as he was left with his boxers, his length imprinted against the thin material, watching the way your gaze flickered down almost hungrily.
âmake some room.â
it was though you were taken out of your trance, slowly pulling yourself to the corner of the massive bathtub whilst he himself got in, his boxers sat on the floor of the bathroom. jungkook rested against the opposite side of you, his back against the tub whilst you did the same, the bubbles mostly hiding you.
him, however - no he was a different story. his cock sat heavy against his stomach, pink and long, thicker than anything youâd ever seen before. it looked angry, the way it was twitching, hard and begging to be touched, visible to his sweet best friend.
he watched as you stared, little gasps leaving your mouth as you hungrily took him in. you werenât hiding it, something he appreciated greatly.
the problem with your shared dynamic was that neither of you were shy about how you felt, making it clear to the world whilst never discussing it to one another, leaving you in this tension filled relationship where you both wanted each other in a way that felt stifling.
jungkook watched the way your chest and rose and fell, hints of your pebbled nipples coming to the surface before being hidden away once more.
âyou were right. does feel good.â he casually murmured, wet hands running through his hair to keep it out of his face, as though his cock wasnât leaking pre cum in front of you.
you werenât sure what to say, core thumping and begging for something, anything.
he smirked slightly. âbut colder than i expected.â your eyes looked up at his voice, finally listening again. âc-cold?â
âyeah. warm me up?â he tilted his head, watching as your body moved before you could even think.
you moved towards him, water sloshing, not that either of you cared, so your back was now suddenly against his chest, your naked bodies curling into one another with ease. your nudity wasnât an issue for you, and certainly not for him, but the second you moved, you hadnât realised this meant the bubbles were now moving away from you too.
your visibly naked body pressed against him, whilst his arm curled around you. he could see your breasts, the way they jolted with every move, causing his cock to twitch much to your non-secret enjoyment.
âfeels better.â he breathed down at you, air tickling your ear, making you curl further into him. your hands were against him, one on his chest and the other at his side under the water, but your gaze had fallen directly onto his cock once more.
âpretty.â you whispered up at him. his ego was beyond anything at the minute. what do you mean his pretty little best friend was perched, naked on his chest, admiring his fat length?
he nuzzled your nose, almost condescendingly with his own, eyes dark and dilated to match your own. âyeah? you like it?â
you nodded, curling into him further whilst one of your hands drew circles against his stomach, dangerously close to where it sat. you werenât as innocent as you looked, and jungkook fucking loved it.
his own hand curled tighter against you, fingers touching just above where your own pussy sat. âbeen like this since the dress shop. you looked so pretty.â
the way he was cooing at you had your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, a small grin beginning to form. âiâm happy you liked my dress.â
âi fucking loved it.â he scoffed, drawing his own circles against you. âalways look so beautiful.â
the ending of his sentence was whispered down at you, as though they were words too big for either of you to hear. it did nothing to stop your grin from growing, giggling a little into him as you nuzzled closer to his chest, your fingers brushing against his cock more openly.
you watched as it twitched, whilst his own hand was beginning to fall forwards, almost cupping your heat entirely.
âkookieâŚâ you began, nibbling down your bottom lip as you nervously looked up at him. âcan..can i?â
instead of responding, jungkook took his free hand and took your own, pulling it up to his lips to plant pepper kisses all over it. your eyes were batting up at him, enjoying the affection and attention beyond anything you could ever describe, before watching him take your hand, and slowly wrap it around his dick.
your little gasp nearly had him bucking up into your hand. the way it couldnât wrap around fully, your fingers much smaller than his and yet you wasted no time, beginning to pump him slowly, up and down.
âyouâre so thick.â your voice was filled with awe, and again, his ego felt like it was about to sky rocket. jungkook wanted to close his eyes, relish the pleasurable feeling of you exploring him for the first time like he had dreamt of on so many occasions. and yet, he couldnât look away from you, the way your eyes were hooded and your hands were moving up and down in pure intrigue. it made him want to ruin you.
âmy turn.â he whispered in your ear, making you shiver. his hand that was grazing against you, now moved purposefully. jungkook ran two fingers up your slit, groaning a little at how wet you felt. despite the water growing colder each passing minute, you both felt on fire.
you let out a breathy moan, head pressing against jungkookâs cheeks as your legs opened up for him, the two of you peering up at one another.
âprettiest pussy iâve ever seen.â he huffed through a moan, your hand moving up and down his length. your faces were turned to one another, breaths mingling as your lips sat dangerously close.
god, you were so beautiful. jungkook couldnât get over the hazy look in your eyes, the way your gaze only ever looked away to look at your hand pumping him, or his own fingers moving against you.
a loud moan left your lips once you felt jungkook push a finger in, deep and full. he wasnât waiting for you to adjust, merely pumping it with a curled edge, hitting you exactly where you needed it. your forehead now touched his own as you adjusted your body, giving him more access whilst you too sped up your actions.
neither of you could look away, pleasuring one another as though it was the most natural thing on earth, both yearning to kiss each other and yet there still seemed to be an air of uncertainty. soon enough, he added another finger, watching as your mouth fell open and eyes shut tight.
âcmon, baby, want your eyes on me.â he whispered against you, pressing too gentle kisses to your face, making you whimper and nod whilst doing exactly that.
your hands were sloppy, almost unsure of yourself as the pleasure raked up and down your body. fortunately for you, jungkook was of the opinion you didnât need to ever work, the concept both foreign and offensive to his mind. his hand darted out, taking a hold of your own on his cock and guided you, taking control of you whilst also fingering you, actions growing harsher.
âfuck. a pussy like this needs to be ruined. look at you; just begging to be stretched out.â his words were pounding in your brain. âbet you canât think unless youâre leaking cum.â
you stretched your legs impossibly wider, water sloshing around you as you nodded along to his words, feeling them in the pit of your stomach. you wanted that so badly.
âjungkook, i canât..â the moans you were letting out were loud and bouncing off of the walls of the bathroom, whilst you both grew more and more erratic.
his fingers ploughed into you, in and out, curling right against that singular spot that had you arching your back into him whilst he helped you fist his cock.
âyou can.â he hissed, biting your jaw, leaving hickeys against your neck and jawline as though he had every right. âwanna feel you cum for me, sweet girl. hm? so good to me, just letting my ruin your little pussy. who does it belong to?â
âyou.â you responded almost instantly, back arching as you felt something grow in the pit of your stomach. âall yours, kookie, always.â
he nodded, forcing you to look at him as he too could feel his orgasm approaching. your words were like a drug to him, feeding ever warped belief heâd ever thought. you were both on the edge, so close, so ready to break, feeling higher than ever in one anotherâs arms.
he pulled you in suddenly, fingers leaving your core and dropping your hand away from his own cock. you wanted to whine until you realised what he was doing, positioning your body on top of him so he could slide his cock between your slit, pushing the tip into your tight hole.
âyouâre going to cum on my cock, y/n. you hear me? gonna fill you up, make sure it fucking sticks.â his words were so dark, so possessive and yet they bounced around your brain in mere pleasure.
your body was shaking, he was a tight fit, but he wasted no time, only managing to fit the tip and an extra inch inside before roughly thrusting inside of you, building on both of your impending orgasms. if you thought his fingers felt good, the painful stretch of only a part of his cock had you screaming into his face. he couldnât stop, his hands harsh and leaving bruises on your ass as he clutched, chasing both of your orgasms. neither of you were thinking clearly, which caused jungkook to lean even closer and press his lips tightly to yours.
your brain blanked.
the movement of his lips, the way your mouths moved in unison hungrily, both of your hands moving against one another was enough to finally push you over the edge.
your legs shook whilst jungkook came too, a loud grunt leaving his lips as ropes of cum painted your walls, whilst you cried out in pleasure, the too harsh coil bursting all over your body.
you felt like you were on cloud nine, and once you had finally come down for your high, you realise you were perhaps out out of it for longer than youâd realised. your back was against jungkookâs, his arm around your waist whilst the shower head above washed both of your bodies. your legs felt weak and hard to stand on, but his grip was tight and made you steady.
âyou okay?â he gently murmured down at you, with a small kiss to your forehead, causing you to nod with a little curl. âi feel so good.â you hummed, aching core a reminder of his love for you.
âgood. did so good for me, sweet girl. fingered all that cum back in you too, so itâs all inside.â
his words would have scared any other girl, and yet here you were, quietly giggling to yourself like he had just said the most romantic thing on earth.
you reached over so you were turned in his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling entirely dwarfed in this position and yet it was exactly what you needed. the grin on jungkookâs lips rivalled that of a cheshire cat.
âcmon, letâs get you fed.â
the rest of the day was spent with you sat in jungkookâs arms, continuing your usual routine. youâd always been touchy, holding one another, nuzzling in one anotherâs neck and cuddling but this? no, this was completely different.
he had you sat on the counter whilst he cooked for you, shirtless, feeding you spoonfuls whilst he kept a hand on you at all times. later, he fed you from his lap, making sure you were full and satiated. once you were done, you both popped on a movie, watching until you felt sleepy, his arms carrying you to his bed. you slept good that night, feeling protected as you curled into jungkookâs arms, biceps wrapped around you and his fat cock hidden away in your gummy walls.
though neither of you rushed to talk about what had happened, you almost didnât feel the need to. jungkook was yours, he always had been, and yeah you didnât have a label, but you werenât sure anything could accurately describe what he was to you anyway.
you fell asleep in the arms of the only man youâd ever truly cared about, body and soul, heart and mind.
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you loved weddings more than anything else on earth. to be around people expressing joy for shared love felt pure in the sweetest of ways, and it was always an honour you held deep in your heart whenever you were invited.
you sat on a table with all of your friends. jungkook sat behind you and jimin to your right, the circular table wide and chatty, laughing with one another and clapping your hands excitedly when namjoon made his toast.
ever since that night with jungkook, things had changed. not in a bad way, oh contraire - his lips would often find your own in a sweet embrace, fleeting but gentle, his hands wandering inappropriately in their usual fashion but now it held more weight. youâd lost count on how many times heâd cum inside of you, it slowly becoming an addiction for you - you couldnât function if he wasnât inside you in some way. it was like a switch had shifted in both of your brains and it made you realise you didnât want to pretend anymore, you liked his attention, yearned for it, wanted more and more and more.
you hadnât seen him for a few days which felt like a lifetime, but your exams and your part time job kept you away from him, not that this was a deterrent. heâd send you videos you know youâd giggle at, or facetime you like he typically would. it felt different, the air had changed, and you found yourself longing for something you knew you could have.
jungkook had picked you up from yejinâs apartment, some of the other guys coming with too so you could all attend together, and he could have sworn youâd stolen his breath then and there. heâd seen you dressed for parties, or even half naked, but it didnât compare to seeing you now. elegance dripped from every inch of you, your dress from the shop heâd bought you adorned on your body and your hair pulled back in a sweet bun, wispy pieces adorning your face. he was wearing the suit you loved so much, and the both of you couldnât help but grin at one another.
on the ride there, the both of you sat in the back of yoongiâs car. his hand was against your thigh, possessive and meaningful and you found yourself playing with his fingers almost excitedly. you liked how visibly he wanted the world to know you belonged to him. made you feel good.
walking in, you werenât sat together for the ceremony, with jungkook being further down in the row whilst you and yejin sat separately from the boys, much to his disappointment. this proved beneficial when he realised his position allowed for direct access to you, watching you greedily as he took you in. he couldnât help but notice how many of the groomsmen were eyeing you up, and it made him clench his teeth but he remained quiet. a problem heâd deal with later.
the bride soon walked in, a vision in white, and jungkook watched the way your eyes utterly lit up, a little gasp leaving you. his gaze was hungry, obsessive, he couldnât look away even if he wanted to - the way your small hands were clutched by your chest as though the mere sight of the bride had hearts pooling at your stomach. you wanted to be a bride? done, heâd get you a ring first thing tomorrow.
he was being quiet tonight, and despite now being sat behind you at the table, heâd not talked to you much. you were a slight over thinker, so you were assuming it might have been the environment, maybe he was uncomfortable at weddings? he didnât seem uptight or anything, merely contemplative, and he was still being touchy so you assumed it was about something else as opposed to you.
silly little you had no idea that jungkook was thinking of the next steps. heâd propose to you, obviously, the title of boyfriend and girlfriend was insulting to him and heâd never stoop so low than to claim you in such a way. secondly; youâd get married, and heâd buy you a big house - he was already lined up for a high paying job that he was about to start, and he was pretty comfortable considering his familyâs fortune. did you want a lot of kids? lord knew jungkook would give you a hundred if thatâs what you wanted, or heâd live a life solely focused on you if thatâs what you preferred. he knew you well enough to know you liked children, always cooing and complaining about baby fever to him as though he wasnât correctly equipped to heal you from it.
after a while, you simply couldnât take it anymore, pulling at his sleeve a little, forcing him to look at you whilst everyone ate.
âyou okay?â you tilted your head at him, wispy hair falling into your face.
fuck, jungkook thought. you were beauty defined.
âyeah, iâm all good.â he confirmed, taking your tugging hand and intertwining his fingers with them underneath the table. âsorry, just been lost in thought.â
âwhatâre you thinking about?â you asked curiously.
he peered over your features, the way your big eyes were blinking up at him as though he held the answers to the universe.
he pressed a little kiss to your hand. âabout how pretty youâd be in a white dress.â
you gasped almost immediately, catching the attention of yejin and seokjin who sat beside jungkook, before they looked away. you couldnât tear your eyes away from him, chest beating hard at the insinuation of his words, gaze dropping to the way his lips quirked slightly at your reaction.
âwhy..â you cleared your throat. âwhy are you thinking about that?â
his thumb was tracing patterns against your skin, leaning closer to you for a minute. âi always think about you. feels fitting for the setting.â
your heart was beating. was he teasing you? you didnât even need to think to know the concept of jungkook being your future husband was something akin to having heaven on earth. a man utterly, entirely obsessed with you, showering you with love and affection whilst being a six foot something adonis. the fact he was your closest, most cherished best friend since childhood only added a little cherry on top.
âshut up.â you pushed him lightly, but the dusting of pink in your cheeks was enough for anyone to notice.
soon enough, the wedding party actually began, with namjoon forcing all of you to dance and have fun, laughs being heard all around the room as you and other guests danced the night away. you knew you were lucky for having such a sweet circle of friends, all caring and uplifting, unafraid to make fools of themselves in the pursuit of joy.
you slipped away, grabbing yourself a champagne flute and heading out to the open balcony to get some air. you were having the time of your life, and despite having jungkook in your mind all of the time, it felt refreshing to be around such love whilst thinking of him. your best friend. your man.
a small smile formed on your face as you found yourself wanting to scream out loud, feeling so many happy emotions, humming a little as the nippy night air chilled the heat on your body, your exposed arms forming goosebumps.
âgod, itâs loud out there.â a voice chirped to your left, making you gasp a little as you looked over.
a tallish man; blonde, green eyes. he was lanky, and resembled one of your exes. on any other occasion, youâd be ready to admit that he was undoubtedly your type, but at the minute, the only thing that could begin to occupy even one moment of your thoughts were that of big boba eyes and a bunny smile.
âyou startled me.â you breathed, letting out a light laugh.
he grinned. âsorry.â he turned to you fully. âtoo much for you too?â
âjust wanted some air. got myself a drink, so, canât complain.â
he laughed in response with a little nod. you found yourself chatting to the stranger, finding out he was a close friend of the groom, was currently working as a lawyer, financially responsible, even had a dog. on paper, this man was the total catch and the fact he was being so openly responsive with you, it didnât take a genius to figure out he clearly desired you.
however, you felt absolutely nothing.
sure he was attractive, but hardly anything could pull you away from the warmth jungkook provided. he felt like home. twisted, warped, dark and yet it felt safe, something you knew no one else could replicate. heâd known you since you were in pigtails, held your hand through every single thing youâd ever experienced and still stood tall. if not him, then who?
âokay, iâm just gonna ask. gotta shoot my shot, so..â the green eyed man, nate as youâd come to learn, turned to you. âare you single?â
your cheeks flushed almost instantly. you had a sneaky suspicion his interest was blooming from that angle and yet assumed the best. âoh..uh, not really.â
âthat doesnât seem like a confident no?â he tilted his head.
you bit your lip, a slight smile forming. âguess itâs complicated.â
âa girl like you shouldnât be wasted on complicated. you deserve a clear answer.â
you peered up at him, nibbling on your lip and contemplating. âi know what i mean to him, weâre best friendsâŚweâre more than anything i can describe, really. i donât even know what youâd call us..i guess thatâs why it feels complicated.â
nate took a swing of his drink. âwhat a lucky son of a bitch.â
you giggled at that, before feeling a heavy warmth against your back, thick fingers clutching the side of your hip and breath tickling the back of your neck, a single kiss being pressed against it. your brain swirled with content, recognising the touch almost instantly, as though you were tethered.
âvery lucky.â jungkook all but purred into your skin, a small and almost shy smile forming at your lips.
the man beside you instantly understood this man to be the exact one you had spoken about, and the sight of you together, the way you both melted into each others touch floored him for a moment. you were right - this was the epitome of complicated. as a stranger peering in from the outside, he wasnât sure what heâd call you. boyfriend girlfriend felt foolish, anything more would be too little, but the way you were reacting and touching one another felt fated.
he took his leave, the once disappointment that swirled in his stomach quickly replaced by an understanding - you were each otherâs person. he didnât stand a fucking chance.
âyou scared him away.â you teased, whilst jungkook turned you in his arms, looking down at you with arms locked around your waist. âbad dog.â
âyeah, i guess i did.â he hummed. âbeen doing that with every man that comes your way for years. some slip through.â
you giggled. he wasnât joking. not that you needed to know.
he twirled a strand of your hair. âyou seem contemplative.â
âis a girl not allowed to think?â
âhm. i encourage it.â hands slowly slipped up to the small of your back. âtell me your thoughts?â
you bit your lip.
âwhat are we?â you asked quietly, as though afraid youâd break the peace in the quiet you shared with him.
jungkook didnât falter, though. not that you expected him to, but you knew that it was an age long question that made most people uncomfortable. it was about time you realised that jungkook wasnât like most people, and he hadnât been for the past 15 years youâd known him.
he tilted his head slightly, so that your eyes would meet his directly.
âyou are everything.â he simply responded. âi feel like anything i label you as is too small and it feels insulting, but iâll take anything you give me.â
you nibbled further, nodding. âi know.â your voice came out a whisper. âiâve always liked you to be honest. i guess i just put our friendship first because youâre my best friend, you mean so much to me.â
your admission was sweet, and he could feel it in the depths of his soul.
his finger reached up, tilting your head back gently and pressing a small kiss to your jaw. âi feel a lot more than like for you, y/n. think youâd run for the hills if you truly knew.â
âi wouldnât.â you breathed out, pulling at his shirt, tugging. âwanna hear it. you can tell me.â
jungkook stared down at you.
âyou are the only thing i ever think about.â his finger under your chin was now caressing your cheek. you were so delicate. âmorning, afternoon, evening. i feel physically sick if i donât see you, donât touch you or talk to you. your voice alone feels healing.â
you breathed out a shaky breath of air.
âremember our pact? i donât talk to yuna, you donât talk to your dumb fuck ex.â you nodded.
âonly reason i ever entertained her was because i couldnât stomach the thought of him being around you, getting to hold you and kiss you. even now, i feel angry, feel sick even thinking about it ever being a reality.â
âjungkook..â you all but gasped out.
âi know itâs fucked up. i know itâs not normal, but my brain is warped. iâm obsessed with you, felt this way ever since we were kids and itâs just gotten worse and worse and worse. but i donât care, baby. youâre it for me and iâm spending my life making sure you feel every bit of that, i donât care if it means i have to tear this world and make a new one for you.â
your heart was beating out of your chest as you peered up at him, hands shaky and lips parted.
âyou, y/n, are mine. iâm yours too.â he nodded. âso call me your boyfriend, or whatever you want, because soon enough, iâll be standing up there with you walking down the aisle all pretty in white.â
he brought you closer.
âand even then, when you call me your husband, iâll feel fucking sick. because itâs a cheap comparison for what i feel for you, what i wanna be for you - youâre one half of me, and iâll never make you feel any less.â
peering into jungkookâs eyes, you saw a swirl of two things. love, undoubtedly, which swam in pools of ebony brown, curling around his iris and hugging the whites of his eyes as though it was the most natural thing on earth. behind it, bigger, stronger even, sat infatuation - deadly, all encompassing.
if you were a better woman, youâd run for the hills, recognise him as the apex predator whilst identifying yourself as his ideal prey. unfortunately for you, every line of obsession that made up jungkookâs entire being was matched within your own. you were every inch of what he was to you, you felt the exact same emotions, the same need, the same awe, the same primal want that you couldnât explain to anyone else.
he was yours, yours alone and youâd never let him forget it.
you were both leaning in, about to kiss, reaching a new high and understanding when your name was called out from inside the building. within seconds, it seemed you were pulled away out onto the dance floor where the bride was ready to toss her bouquet, your figure hidden amongst the other excited women around you.
you turned, your intention to simply watch as red petals flew in the air, cascading through the crowd and landing gently within your hands, brushing your fingers gently until they found a home in your embrace.
jungkook watched from the balcony, small smirk forming as he too clapped alongside everyone else in the room.
figures, you thought, catching his gaze as you inhaled the scent of the fresh roses. even luck knew where you belonged. captured tightly against harsh thorns, possessive and rough - no way out with no will to find one.
