Description:Youâre a junior in college in 2014, and youâre a walking Tumblr moodboard. Lace chokers, glittery space buns and ripped fishnets. So unwritten rules dictate that you should avoid the goody-two shoes freshman Jeon Jungkook. Too bad youâre not good at following rules, anyway.
Pairing(s):Bad!Girl! Reader x Good!Boy! Jungkook
Genre(s):College au, strangers to lovers, 2014
Warning(s):Smoking, vaping, mentions of addiction, swearing, a sickening amount of early 2010s references, drinking, mentions of drugs, age gap (sheâs 21 and heâs 18), all of bts is annoying af besides jk, sexually explicit content: dry humping, public sex, handjob, fingering, protected sex, virgin jungkook, experienced reader
A/N: Sorry for such a long wait but taco truck is finally here!! Iâm so obsessed with this pairing and au omg reader is exactly who I wanted to be in 2014 (so maybe this is a little bit of projecting lmao). I hope you guys enjoy, I especially all my 2010 references that I pulled from the corners of my mind đŽâđ¨
Song: Taco Truck By Lana Del Rey
You tap your foot against your dashboard along to the beat of the song youâre blasting, bringing your vape to your lips to suck in the strawberry-flavored air, closing your eyes with a satisfied sigh.
Your car is small, so it doesnât take long for the space to fill with smoke. The gentle rays of the September sun warms you as you pop a piece of gum in your mouth and take another hit, coughing slightly. It is the first day of school for junior year at your university, and you would need this to get through the day.
Your peace is interrupted by a sudden knock that comes at your door. Jumping up, you pop open the door to see who it is.
â___! Itâs only the first day of school and youâre already late for class and hotboxing your own car? Get the fuck out!â Taehyung, the campus security guard, lectures you. He leans against your car, dramatically waving the smoke out of his face. You roll your eyes. He always takes it upon himself to try and parent you, although youâre not sure why. Heâs not that much older than you are, and youâre just not sure why he cares so much.
âAnd why do you think this year would be any different, Taehyung?â You ask, leaning back in your seat. Itâs true; you probably havenât been to nearly enough classes for you to be progressing on time through school like you are, but with your parents having a lot of money and being alumni at your university you kind of get away with whatever you want.
âI donât know why I try. Just get to class before I write you up for loitering,â Taehyung mutters, eyeing the vape in your hand. You groan dramatically as you pick up the slurpee you had gotten this morning, sipping on the sugary liquid as you exit your car. You reach into your back seat, slinging your tote bag that you use as a backpack over your shoulder before shutting the door and locking it. You narrow your eyes on Taehyung.
âSo maybe you should stop,â You give him a fake smile before taking another sip and purposefully pushing past him, walking toward the campus.
You plug your wired headphones into your iPhone 6, which is the newest model and one everyone has been raving about. You press play on your favorite band, the Arctic Monkeys, turning the volume all the way up.
You hadnât even wanted to attend university, but your parents made you. After your mom started a successful law firm and your dad became a top of the field anesthesiologist, they were thrilled when they birthed your perfect older brother, Jimin. Jimin currently also attends your college, which is the best in the state, but heâs planning on becoming a lawyer like your mother. He was the picture perfect son: smart, focused, oblivious to extra-curricular activities with impeccable hygiene.
You? Now, you were the complete opposite. While Jimin had gotten into your university solely based on grades, your parents had to buy your spot in the school. You always hated school, and now you do even more, especially since your parents are making you major in psychology, which seemed the least tedious out of the little options they gave you. Although, youâre not sure how they expect you to give other people therapy when you seem lacking in it yourself.
Truthfully, you wanted to go into cosmetics. You canât count how many times you sat on your bedroom floor and dyed your hair all kinds of crazy colors.They always suited you, though, and it is your passion. Unfortunately, your parents would never allow you to pursue it, so you act out in other ways, like dressing up like the brand ambassador of Hot Topic and refusing to go to class.
You sigh as you peek over at the cosmetology building as your feet unwillingly drag you to the psych building. You had avoided taking any classes to do with psychology your first two years, only taking and barely passing the ones that freshman and sophomores are required to take, but now you donât have any choice.
You push open the doors, changing the song to something more melancholic to match your mood. Lana Del Reyâs newest album, Ultraviolence, speaks to you perfectly as your Doc Martenâs squeak against the floor. You stop in front of your class, pushing your hair behind your ears. Here we go, you think.
Jungkook nervously sets his books down on his desk, taking the furthest seat away from everyone. Heâs taking a class that seems to be filled with mostly juniors and seniors, so everyone already has their established friend groups. He doesnât want to embarrass himself by trying to include himself, and heâd rather be alone anyway.
Itâs his first day of college, and he couldnât be more nervous. He was excited for the learning aspect, but the social life? Not so much. Not to mention that his eighteenth birthday was literally last week, and he feels small next to all these practically grown adults. The professor begins to introduce himself and review the coursework for History of Psychology. Jungkook is already familiar with this since he had taken it upon himself to review the syllabus, but he pays attention anyway.
As the lecture starts, Jungkook anxiously scribbles in his notes. He doesnât pay mind to how nobody else seems to be doing the same. He is too caught up in his own little world. His spell is only broken when the professor stops talking, his sentence disturbed by the sound of the door swinging open.
âOh, you must be ___. Itâs nice for you to finally join us,â The professor crones sarcastically. Jungkookâs eyes drift to the door to see what the disturbance was.
There you are, standing by the door, looking as though you had just stepped out of a tumblr moodboard. Your hair is a washed out blue, the color of forgotten dreams, your roots peeking out and tied into space buns that bob around your neck. You have at least five necklaces that dangle around your chest, and two lace chokers that wrap around your neck.
Jungkook could tell that you had money, even if that wasnât the vibe you were trying to give off. Your tiny black shorts look soft, your band T-shirt that is tied into a knot just below your chest mustâve been from a merch stand at a concert, and the flannel that is much too big for your stature is cashmere. The only thing that doesnât look of high quality is the ripped fishnets underneath your shorts, but besides that, even your boots are obviously expensive.
Jungkook directs his glare to your face. Your eyelids are so coated in black and glitter he couldnât tell what color they are, and you look like you are perpetually annoyed. Youâre holding a slurpee, and you take out an earbud as you respond to the professor.
âWish I could say the same,â You crone in response, and Jungkook can barely contain his gasp at the way you had talked back to a professor. He hears the people in front of him whispering about you, so he leans forward.
â...her parents are rich as fuck and are alumni, so she practically fails all her classes and still doesnât get any punishments. Annoys me, to be honest,â Jungkook hears. Ah, so youâre a rich spoiled kid that gets everything she wants but still feels the need to act out. Jungkook hates people like you, and wishes he could slap you across the face with real problems like unpaid bills and dirt under fingernails.
âYeah, yeah, Iâve heard quite a few stories about you. Go ahead and take a seat. Try to keep up,â He whispers the last part underneath his breath as he turns back to the chalkboard.
Jungkook swears under his breath once he notices that the only empty seat in the hall is the one next to him. You roll your eyes as you pop the earbud back in, trudging up towards him. He feels compelled to shove his bag into the spot next to him, but that would just be rude. Maybe youâre just given a bad reputation because of your appearance. His mom taught him to never judge a book by its cover.
As you plop down in the seat next to him, Jungkook can hear the sound of your music blasting through your headphones. You smell of strawberry, smoke and bad decisions. Jungkook immediately tenses up as you place your bag in front of you, the contents spilling out. A bracelet, a broken eyeshadow palette and a cigarette threatens to touch and therefore contaminate his perfectly clean school supplies. He discreetly moves them over as you pull out a tattered notebook and turn to him.
âYou got a pencil?â You ask. Jungkook, trying to be nice, nods stiffly and hands you a pencil. You take it, your fingertips lingering on his. Jungkook can feel you studying him as he tries to refocus on the professor.
âI havenât seen you around here before. You a transfer?â You ask, and Jungkook has to keep himself from cringing at your terrible grammar.
âNo, Iâm a freshman,â He replies, his teeth stuck together. You absentmindedly pull out of a tube of lip gloss, opening it and spreading the dark color on your lips. Jungkook forces himself to look away from how disgustingly alluring they appear.
âSo itâs your first day here?â You question, smacking your lips together. You shift, and for a moment your scent becomes even stronger. Jungkook canât decide if he likes it or not.
âThatâs usually what being a freshman implies,â He responds wittingly. Instead of being upset like he had suspected, you simply crack a smile as you rest your head on your hand, your eyes never looking away from him as if you just find him endlessly interesting.
âWhy are you in this class, then? Donât you have to take all the required classes first?â You ask, blinking up at him. Jungkook hates the way his stomach lurches at the action.
âI took all of those in high school already,â He replies, and you whistle like you are impressed. Jungkook tries not to flush. Girls donât ever usually talk to him, especially not like this.
âSo youâre a smartie, then. Cute,â You quip before turning back to the professor, not even trying to feign attention. Jungkook sucks a deep breath in, doing the same. Although, heâs having a difficult time focusing. Your presence both annoys and intrigues him. He doesnât know why you seem so interested in him. Girls like you like guys with long, shaggy hair with cool indie records, not guys who unironically listen to One Direction with a closet full of vests.
Jungkook is finally able to refocus and even finds himself interested in the lesson. Although he is already very familiar with the Stanford Prison Experiment, he still earnestly scribbles down notes and even finds himself asking a few questions.
The lesson is only a few minutes away from being over when Jungkook smells something strange to the right of him. He scrunches his nose and turns to you, where the smell seems to be coming from. Youâre holding something in your hand. To Jungkook, it looks like an oddly shaped highlighter. You suck on it before bringing the sleeve of your flannel to your mouth, breathing out and smothering a few coughs.
Jungkookâs eyebrows knit together as he watches you do it again. The smell seems reminiscent of strawberries. You notice him watching you, so you offer a crooked smile before reaching out your palm that is holding the weird looking highlighter.
âWant some?â You question. Jungkook raises a brow, staring at the small contraption. He notices that it has some gems encrusted on the front that must be your initials. He thins his lips.
âListen, I donât know what youâre doing with that highlighter and I donât wanna know,â He replies. You stare at him for a few seconds before bursting into giggles. You hold your hand over your mouth, trying to silence your laughs as Jungkook looks on, entirely unamused. Youâre practically crying as your hand retracts, placing the thing back into your black tote bag that is riddled with holes.
â... class is dismissed,â The professor says, and everyone starts packing up. Youâre still trying to control your laughter as you shove all your things back into your bag. Jungkook feels eager to leave. His first ever college class was certainly a strange one, primarily thanks to you. Jungkook gathers all of his things and is about to leave before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks down at your hand, your fingernails painted a chipped black.
âHey, whatâs your name?â You ask. Jungkook gulps, his hands fiddling with his sweater.
âJungkook. Jeon Jungkook,â He answers through gritted teeth. You smile, in a way that doesnât come easy but is nice to look at anyway.
âIâm ___. I guess Iâll be seeing you around, Jeon Jungkook,â You give his arm a small pat on the shoulder, spinning around and walking out of the room, leaving him with confused thoughts, knitted brows and the ever so slight remnant of glitter on his skin.
You take a bite of your Rice Krispie Treat, the packaging crinkling underneath your fingers as you slide onto the picnic table. Lunch time is always your favorite time of day, a time where you donât feel the pressure of school constantly pressing down on your shoulders. Your friends are already sitting there, waiting for you.
Ni-ki sits with his legs crossed, a leather jacket hiding his ripped red Nirvana T-shirt. He has a cigarette resting between his lips, taking turns between inhaling the smoke and taking a bite of the sandwich he got from the dining hall. Eunchae rests next to him, her hair a dark cherry red loosely tied into a braid, sporting a tee that is long in the back and short in the front with a unicorn that has xâs through its eyes and a tight leather skirt. Eunchae holds out her hand expectantly, so Ni-ki passes her the cigarette and she takes a puff.
âAlready starting with the flirting?â You tease your friends who have liked each other since forever but have refused to get together. Ni-ki rolls his eyes at you.
âFuck off, ___. I heard you already got in trouble with your professor,â He responds, and you canât say youâre surprised. With a relatively small school, word gets around often.
âYeah, youâre starting it off with a bang,â Your best friend, Giselle, quips from next to you. You turn to observe your friend. Her baby pink hair is flipped over into a side part, her neck decorated with various necklaces, wearing a black and white striped dress, a black cardigan, and ripped tights. Your friends arenât like you in terms of how you all got this way. They all started with being good students who got into your university the right way, but were exposed to too much all at once and took up some bad habits that eventually became ritual.
âI just love being unapologetically me,â You flourish your hands around, giggling as you lean down to dig in your tote bags. You can feel Giselleâs eyes narrow onto you as you pull out a cigarette.
âYouâre in an awfully good mood today,â She notices, and itâs true. You ponder her statement as you push the cigarette between your lips. Youâre usually very closed off, only allowing your true witty personality to shine when youâre with a select few people, and even then youâre especially pessimistic. You know why youâre in such a good mood today, though.
Itâs that little freshman you talked to during History of Psych today. He was cute, really cute, and you like the way his gaze seemed to linger and how easily he flushed at every flirty comment you made. Heâs the exact opposite kind of guy you usually associate yourself with: smart, innocent, focused. You even smile now thinking about him. Something about him interests you, but you silently vow to stay away. He seems to have a bright future ahead of himself, and you donât want to ruin that for him with your bad influence.
âDid Namjoon talk to you today or something?â Eunchae asks as you flick open your lighter thatâs decorated with little peace signs, cupping your hands around your cigarette. You scrunch your face up in obvious disgust as the end lights. You take a puff, staring at your friend with annoyance.
âHell no. Him and his skinny jeans can go to hell,â You mutter, holding the cigarette between your middle and index fingers. Your friends laugh, and you even allow yourself a smirk. You used to be obsessed with your asshole, cheating ex Namjoon until about last week when you decided you didnât want to boost his ego by still wanting him so badly. No matter how tempting him and his annoyingly soft hair may be.
You and your friends continue to eat and talk about your days. It seems that theirs have gone okay, which youâre happy to hear until you feel someone push down on your head, causing you to burn yourself with your cigarette. You donât even need to turn around to know who it is.
âWhat the fuck, Jimin?â You yell, standing up and turning to face your brother. He stands with a flannel and cargo pants, his hair neatly gelled back and an iced coffee resting in his hand. His stupid little âtrendyâ mustache tattoo sits on his finger, which, in your opinion, is no match to the ones youâve given yourself with Eunchaeâs tattoo gun.
âIâve heard that the principal is already pissed off with you, brat. Heâs definitely gonna tell our parents. Mom and dad are going to be pissed,â He retorts, his other annoying preppy little friends Hoseok and Jin laughing in response. You roll your eyes. He pulls this shit with you all the time.
âMore than they usually are?â You cross your hands, and you can tell Jimin is eyeing the cigarette in between your fingers. He hates when you smoke, but youâre sure itâs less because he cares for your health and more so to protect his delicate reputation.
âOh, yeah. Good luck with that, you little shit,â He rips the cigarette from in between your fingers and throws it on the ground, stomping on it with his checkered Vans. You gasp out loud.
âHey, that was my last one!â You yell as Jimin walks away, throwing you the middle finger. Your fists ball up at your sides. Usually, most people donât mess with you and your friends, but of course the exception to that is your asshole brother.
âHere, ___, donât listen to him,â Giselle helps you down as she hands you a cigarette, and you take it before groaning and resting your head in your hands.
âHe might be right, though. If the principal does call my parents, Iâm fucked. I canât do math club again like last time I got in trouble,â You groan and roll your eyes, reminiscing on sophomore year. Giselle rubs your back.
âThen donât go home tonight. Letâs go to the football game. Iâm sure some hot, dumb jock will cheer you up,â She encourages, and you look up at her with a smile you canât contain.
Jungkook nervously weaves through the crowd of people as he navigates himself to the football field. Heâs too anxious to go back to his dorm right now, he doesnât really like his roommate, whoâs a little too nerdy even for him, and the library is closed for maintenance, so he resolved to go to the football game. Maybe he could find some friends or something.
Chatter floats through the air as he climbs up the bleachers, searching for people like him. Decent people, who care about school and like video games. Of course, his heart skips a beat when he spots you, sitting next to three people who are dressed just like you. Youâre holding a soda and a hot dog, chatting with your friends and half-watching the game unfolding in front of you. You mustâve buttoned up your flannel in the cold breeze that comes with nighttime, but it slips off of your shoulder, revealing your smooth skin that shimmers under the field lights. Jungkook gulps.
You mustâve noticed him staring at you, because you look up, meeting his stare. You immediately sit up and smile, gesturing to him to come over. Shit, he thinks, this is the last thing he wanted to happen. Sitting with you and your friends could ruin his chances of talking to other people, but itâs kind of too late. All of your friends are looking at him too, so he really has no choice but to trudge up the stairs and take the spot next to you on the bleachers.
âJungkook, these are my friends, Ni-ki, Giselle and Eunchae,â You point to each respective person, âGuys, this is Jungkook, a freshie I met in History. Heâs cool.â
Jungkook kind of feels giddy at the fact that you, someone who is the definition of cool, said that about him. Jungkook waves to which your friends raise a brow, so he awkwardly lowers what mustâve been his over eager hand.
âWhat brings you here?â You ask, sipping on your soda and watching him intently. Jungkook awkwardly fiddles with his fingers.
âI guess I was just hoping to meet someone new, yâknow, get involved,â He explains, immediately feeling stupid by his choice of words. You smile like you find it endearing.
âWell, if you want some advice, stay away from the preppy kids, aka my brother and his bitches,â You laugh at your own joke. Jungkook feels surprised that youâre related to someone who is deemed as preppy. Even though those kids in class earlier said that you are rich, it just seems unlikely.
The game progresses, and you continue to chat his ear off with meaningless small talk like where Jungkook is from and how old he is, to which you responded with a gasp when he said he was eighteen, pointing out your guysâ three year age difference. Jungkook didnât know why you were so surprised considering he is a freshman and you are a junior, but whatever.
Jungkook grows rather antsy to leave. He feels uncomfortable being associated with you, and the way youâre eating your hotdog is too erotic for a football game. The way the ketchup resides on your lip, how you suck on your fingers to get the remnants off and the way your lips stretch around the hot dog is causing a problem in his pants that is rather embarrassing. He feels relieved once the game ends and he is able to disappear into the crowd without you noticing.
He awkwardly adjusts himself before braving the night, pulling his sweater tighter around his body. He doesnât like these thoughts heâs having. Heâs never really thought about girls this way before. He doesnât know what it is about you; heâs already decided he doesnât like you.
Jungkook ducks under the bleachers, feeling way too flustered to continue the walk to his dorm. He tries to think about disgusting thoughts like spiders and B minuses, but every time he closes his eyes all he can see is you and your infectious smile.
âFuck,â He swears under his breath, fisting his sweater as he tries to steady his breathing. He hears what sounds like kissing to his right, and out of pure curiosity he peeks an eye open to look.
Youâre standing with your back against the bleachers, and a football player has one hand by your head and the other up your shirt. He is kissing you passionately, pulling you closer to him. Jungkook feels as if he might puke. He immediately turns around to leave, but itâs too late.
âJungkook!â He hears you say. He slowly turns around as if he had been caught doing something he shouldnât have. You smirk slyly at the football player, pushing him off you playfully.
âIâll text you,â You whisper before bouncing up to Jungkook, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out from underneath the bleachers, âCâmon, lets go to Seven Eleven.â
Jungkook isnât sure why you picked him to take you to a gas station at 9 oâclock at night, but he doesnât question it. According to you, it isnât that long of a walk and youâre bored. Honestly, Jungkook is kind of glad because he really didnât want to head back to his dorm. Plus, his previous âproblemâ was now just a slight tent in his pants, one that you probably wouldnât notice.
You two walk in silence, the sound of crickets filling the air as you try to balance on the curb. Jungkook feels incredibly awkward as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
âSo, what kind of music are you into?â You suddenly ask, catching him off guard. Jungkook clears his throat. For some reason, he doesnât want to confess that his favorite band is One Direction and that Red by Taylor Swift is on loop in his bedroom. He assumes you listen to cool indie-rock bands and would laugh in his face if he told you his rather basic taste.
âI donât really listen to music,â He resolves to tell you. Your face is overcome with a shocked expression, as if you canât believe what you just heard.
âSeriously? I canât believe that. I listen to music every second of every day.â
âLike what?â Jungkook inquires, not that he really cares all that much, but he likes the way your face lights up when he asks, like youâve been waiting for someone to ask you this.
âOh, I dunno, a little bit of everything. Arctic Monkeys, Radiohead, The Neighbourhood, Lorde, Lana Del Rey-â
âLana Del Rey? That singer with the terrible performance on SNL two years ago?â Jungkook retorts.
âUh, excuse me, that was iconic. Also, you didnât let me finish. One Direction, Taylor Swift,â You tease him, flashing two peace signs, imitating the song â22â. Jungkookâs face immediately flushes.
âHow did you know?â He asks, and you giggle.
âYour FaceBook is rather telling,â You tease, and Jungkook canât help but feel a little flattered you went and took the time to look at his FaceBook. He wishes it was cooler, but he wasnât concerned with impressing people until now.
You two reach Seven Eleven, the door bell ringing as you guys step inside. Itâs small, with only a few aisles and a slurpee machine. You beeline to the machine, humming as you do so. Jungkook canât help but notice how many people admire you. You quite literally are like if tumblr was a walking and breathing person, and you are envied. Now, he doesnât feel as embarrassed to be associated with you. In fact, he feels a bit proud.
You reach for a cup and start to fill it up, one half being raspberry, and the other cherry. You fill it to the brim before popping the lid on, some of the juice spilling out as you shove two straws into the sugary liquid. You meet his confused stare.
âSome for me, some for you,â You give him a cheeky smile before skipping up to the register. An overly tired college student suddenly becomes more perky once he notices you. You set the cup on the counter as he starts punching numbers in. You mindlessly fiddle with a new chocolate bar thatâs sitting on the counter.
âIt feels like they have a new flavor every week. Sometimes you have to stick with the classics, you know? They always taste best,â With this, your eyes purposefully train on his lips. The kidâs lips play with a smirk, his fingers fumbling across the register. You drop the candy bar, and it tumbles over the counter.
âOops, silly me,â You say playfully, your finger lingering on your lip. The kid bites his own before bending down to pick up the candy bar. You skillfully take a pack of cigarettes that are for sale and shove them into your pockets. Seeing this action causes Jungkook to freeze. The kid comes up not suspecting a thing as you hand him a few bucks, paying for your drink. You give him a wink before spinning on your heel and walking out of the store.
Jungkookâs breaths feel heavy as you pluck out a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter you pull out of your pocket. His eyes keep darting around as if a police officer will jump out of nowhere and arrest you both.
âYou⌠you stole that!â You blow some smoke out, the end of the cigarette glowing in the dark night.
âNo, Iâm just borrowing it. Want some?â You ask, but he hurriedly shakes his head, his heart thumping. He really doesnât like this. You casually take a sip of the slurpee.
âI donât get it. Why steal if youâre rich?â He questions. You laugh, but itâs more to yourself, and almost kind of disappointed.
âI wasted all my money I brought with me today on a bet that Ni-ki wouldnât ask one of the cheerleaders out. Turns out heâs more fearless than I thought. And charming. He got her number,â You mutter to yourself, handing Jungkook the slurpee. He mindlessly sips on it, the sugar coating his tongue, and the ever so faint taste of ash.
âYou confuse me, ___,â He says, forcing himself to swallow the liquid. You stop in the street, turning to face him. Your stare, although barely visible in the dark night, makes his legs want to buckle. You cock your head.
âAnd you intrigue me, Jeon Jungkook,â You respond. He cracks a smile that you donât notice as you look around. Jungkook takes the moment to notice where you two are, because he hadnât been paying attention to where you were walking. Now he realizes heâs in a nice street, a cul de sac with big leafy maple trees and freshly cut grass. You nod to the side.
âThis is my place,â Jungkook looks over to the giant house next to you two, âperks of being a junior is being able to commute. Even if it is a five minute walk.â You chuckle.
Jungkook wants to hit you for how nice your house is. The pristine siding, the big garage with the newest car models, the large windows and tamed bushes. He had to work all through high school to even begin to afford college, and here you are with your fancy house, and your ability to skip classes that he wouldnât ever dare because he knows every penny comes from either his or his parents pockets. All that, and you still have the audacity to steal from a gas station.
âI guess Iâll be seeing you around,â You walk down your driveway, your boots sliding against the dewy ground before spinning back around and telling him, âOh, and Jungkook? Iâm glad that little situation in your pants was resolved. That wouldâve been really awkward.â
With that, you walk off into your house. Jungkook stands there, alone, with a slurpee he didnât want and embarrassment weighing down on him so much that he might collapse in the middle of your nice little street.
âFuck off,â You tell your mom, trying to get past her to the stairs, but she blocks you. Her face is red from anger.
âDo not use that language with me, young lady. Seriously, the first day of school and I already hear that youâre smoking in your car and youâre late to class? Where even is your car, ___?â She yells. You groan in response, already done with this conversation.
âI left it at school.â
âAgain? This is the kind of irresponsibility that Iâm talking about. You reek of smoke, ___. Iâm sick of this shit!â
âSo stop forcing your beliefs on me and let me do what I wanna do! Maybe then, Iâll stop blocking out my problems with other shit!â You scream back, and she seems surprised. You rarely ever raise your voice, even with your parents.
âI am not letting you waste your life by becoming some kind of hairstylist. And I finally did it. I got you a tutor,â She says, and your face drops. Is she serious? A tutor?
âAre you fucking serious?â You scream, and a smug look melts onto her features.
âYup, because Iâm honestly sick of it. And you can deal with the embarrassment of being tutored by a freshman,â You freeze in place. What did she just say?
âYeah, thatâs right, a freshman. He was extremely eager when we posted the advertisement, and said he needed the money. So, from now on, every Friday night when you want to go out to your little parties, youâll have your tutoring sessions. And youâre cut off for further notice.â
Although the aspect about you being financially cut off causes your jaw to drop, you canât help but feel a little suspicious and distantly giddy after your mother mentions that your mother hired a male freshman to be your tutor- especially since you are so interested in one lately.
âWhatâs his name?â You question.
âJeon Jungkook,â Your mom answers, crossing her arms and smiling smugly. Youâre smiling, too, but for a completely different reason.
Jungkook stares straight ahead on the email on his computer, his mouth gaping. When he signed up for the tutoring program, he didnât know that his only client would frustrate yet intrigue him as much as you did. And now, heâd be spending every Friday with you at your house, helping you study for classes heâd taken in high school.
âYouâre fucked, man. If you got a boner just from watching her eat a fucking hot dog, then youâre screwed,â Yoongi remarks, fiddling with his controller, his eyes trained on his PC. Jungkook sighs heavily, fed up with his roommate who hasnât shut up about the information he accidentally spilled.
âCan you shut up for a minute?â He mutters back, leaning back in his desk chair and rubbing his temples. As much as he hates it, Yoongi may be right.
He would be helping you with Algebra, English 103 and General Psychology, all classes you failed last year and had to retake. Easy for him to teach you, but heâs not sure how much youâll listen to him. He has a feeling youâll just tease him the entire time.
An idea pops into his head. Maybe if he offers you something, youâll listen. He briefly considers using cigarettes as leverage, but he doesnât want to feed into your addiction and he doesnât even think heâs old enough to buy them.
He looks behind him to make sure that Yoongi isnât watching before going on Instagram and looking up your name. He tells himself itâs to find some other interests to hold over your head, but really itâs because heâs interested in your personal life. Who you really are.
He presses on your profile to be transported to an underground rock concert. Or, at least, thatâs what it feels like. Pictures of polaroids of you at music festivals, ones with hazy gray filters of you posing with peace signs covering your face, photos taken at the back of whatever newest hair color youâve chosen. He smiles as he scroll through them, carefully analyzing each picture, feeling as though heâs been invited into your life.
As he scrolls further, the filters start disappearing and the colors become brighter. As you become younger, he sees you smile more, and your hair itâs natural color. In the oldest picture on your feed, youâre sitting near a vanity, doing your friendâs hair and flashing a big smile at the camera. You look endlessly happy, and even very beautiful.
Jungkook finds himself frowning. He wonders what mustâve happened to you, with the way you are now. The constant clouded look in your eyes haunts him, and he canât help but yearn to make you feel better.
âDamn, is that her? She is really hot,â Yoongi acknowledges, suddenly at Jungkookâs side. Jungkook switches tabs so quickly you wouldâve thought he was watching porn.
âFuck off, dude,â Jungkook mutters, powering off his computer. Yoongi shrugs and stalks off, shoving chips into his mouth. Jungkook stands up and flops onto his bed. As much as he dreads this coming Friday, he finds himself excited as well.
âYouâre actually stupid as shit, ___, to be tutored by a freshman,â Ni-ki remarks, shifting in the chair across from you. You cross your arms and furrow your eyebrows.
âAnd youâre acting like fucking Einstein,â You quip back, putting down the book you were pretending to read. You and your friends are chilling in the library, attempting to study, but itâs unsuccessful.
Today is Friday, meaning itâs your first tutoring session with Jungkook. This entire week youâve attempted to figure out what you two will be doing, but he has refused to answer you. Itâs not like youâll be focused much, anyway.
You honestly feel kind of excited. You canât stop thinking about him, even after you invited that jock you were kissing under the bleachers to your house. As he slowly lifted off your shirt, you couldnât help but close your eyes and pretend his rough hands were smooth like you imagine Jungkookâs would be.
âSpeaking of which,â Eunchae says, looking at the door. You peek over to spot Jungkook walking in, his glasses perched on his nose, his hair messy after a long day at school. You canât help as your lips twitch into a smile. Heâs too cute.
âOh, donât tell me you had a crush on that boy!â Giselle says as she slaps your side. You swat her hand away.
âPoor kid. Heâs so innocent. ___, do you have a corruption kink?â Eunchae laughs, and you shake your head profusely.
âNo, no! Heâs just⌠interesting. Thatâs it,â You reply, flashing your friends a middle finger as you get up, âIâll be right back.â
You follow Jungkook as he stalks towards the bookshelves, giggling to yourself as his finger brushes against the books. He clicks his tongue, stopping at a book and plucking it out. You watch him study the cover for a few seconds before bouncing up to him and slapping his shoulder.
âYou ready to tutor your elder today?â You ask cheerfully through his scream. He holds a hand to his chest, breathing heavily.
âI noticed. What book is that?â You pluck it from his hands and he replies with an annoyed âHey!â along with a failed attempt to grab the book back.
ââInformed Consent: The Validity of Given Permission in the Context of Psychology Experiments.â Wow, youâre really into that shit?â
âSome of us donât fill our time drinking slurpees and stealing cigarettes,â He remarks, angrily snatching the book back. You raise your brows in amusement.
âWow, someone is in a nasty mood today.â
âCan we just go to your house so we can start the session, please?â He asks, apparently very aggravated. You send him an unfazed smile before skipping back to your table and grabbing your bag. Your friends give you knowing looks that you ignore as you meet Jungkook at the counter. He checks out his book and makes sure to throw you an annoyed look before leading the way out of the library.
You chat Jungkookâs ear off as you lead him to your car, unlocking the door with your peace sign key lanyard and hopping inside. Jungkookâs face scrunches up as he shoves the fast food wrappers and used up lipglosses off the passenger seat.
âItâs a nasty mess in here,â He retorts as you start up the car and back out of your spot, âAnd did you even check your blind spot?â
âAre we taking your car? No, so until you get one you can sit back and enjoy the ride,â You reply as you pull away from campus and start towards your house. Jungkook looks uncomfortable as he holds onto the handles, obviously not okay with how fast you drive.
You reach your house quickly, park in your garage and get out, Jungkook close behind. He seems in awe as you lead in through your large house and into your room.
Youâre proud of your room, in fact, youâre proud of your whole aesthetic. You donât have 1,000 followers on tumblr for nothing. Your room is quite large, with your bed in the corner, your desk in the other and a large beanbag by your closet.
Fairy lights are hung all around your room, along with plenty of posters displaying your favorite singers and artists. Your vinyl collection is messily pushed into a bookshelf next to your window, and the wall beside your bed is covered in several polaroids of your favorite memories. Your plush carpet is decorated with dirty clothes, and you lazily push them aside and flop on your unmade bed.
Jungkook nervously sits beside you, as if heâs never been in a girls room before, which you certainly donât doubt. He holds his backpack close to him as he sits on the edge of your bed, furthest away from you. He pulls out some books, pencils and notebooks and places them in the space between you two.
âWeâre going to work on General Psychology today. This is just a little test so I can judge your knowledge,â He pushes a packet your way, looking at you expectantly. You shoot him a look as you open up a lollipop and stick it into your mouth. He didnât really expect you to study, did he? Especially when someone as cute as him is sitting across from you.
âI donât really feel like studying. Letâs watch a movie instead. What are you into?â You question, and Jungkookâs mouth twitches in annoyance. He picks up the packet and places it on your lap.
âWeâre studying. Do it. Now,â He demands, and you have to admit he sounds sexy when heâs mad. You challenge him with a smirk.
âAre you going to make me?â You ask lowly, leaning back on your forearms. Jungkook shifts, biting his lip and looking down.
âI knew this was going to happen. Listen, ___, I get you donât want to do this, but I really need the money. Can we please just study? Iâll even bribe you. Cigarettes, slurpees, whatever. What will get you to focus?â He rambles, and an evil smirk forms on your face. You allow him to squirm in silence for a few seconds before answering.
âHm, okay, I know what I want,â He perks up, offering you a smile like he didnât think that would work.
âEvery session, I want to introduce you to a piece of my world,â You explain, and his eyebrows knit in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks, sounding suspicious. Before he can process it, you quickly move so youâre on top of him, your legs on either side of his knees, your hand resting on his shoulder. His eyes grow wide, flicking between your gaze and your lips.
âHave you ever been kissed before?â You ask, and he hurriedly shakes his head. You move closer so youâre straddling him, and his breathing quickens.
â___?â He asks, and you smile, biting your own lip.
âCan I kiss you?â You ask. Jungkookâs eyes linger on you before nodding eagerly.
You lean down and press your lips to his. Itâs quick and innocent, and since itâs his first time, you pull away quickly. Heâs breathing so heavily you think he might break out into tears or something, but he surprises you by kissing you again.
You take the lead, moving your mouth in sync with his. Your hand naturally travels up to his hair, intertwining your fingers with the soft strands. You tug his head back to deepen the kiss, and he groans softly into your mouth.
You force your tongue into his mouth, exploring it and enjoying the sounds he makes in response. You can feel him grow hard against your leg, and you take the opportunity by grinding down on him. He moans in response.
â___,⢠He whispers as you leave his mouth to suck on his bottom lip. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât experienced in fields like this, but usually the guys you were with were experienced as well. You kind of like how innocent Jungkook is, how his body seems to react to your every movement.
You start moving against him harder, enjoying his groans and breathless whispers of your name. Jungkook thrusts his hips up, and you moan quietly, the sensation shooting pleasure through your body. You can feel heat pooling in your underwear.
You can feel him growing harder against you, and you canât believe the sheer length of him. Apparently the saying is true, the losers are always packing. You try not to let a giggle escape at your own thought. Jungkookâs hands grip your hips, moving you harder against him. Judging by the way his cock is straining against his jeans and how his whines are getting higher, he must be close.
You can even begin feeling some pleasure yourself, but before it can get too far, you get off of him. He whines in protest, and you can only smirk in return.
âCanât let your first orgasm by another girl be in your pants. Trust me, Iâm saving you the embarrassment,â You tell him, but he doesnât look appreciative. Instead, you bite your lip at the way his eyes are hooded and the intense gaze heâs giving you. You try not to stare at the obvious tent in his pants and you pick up the packet he had given you.
âYou wanted me to focus, didnât you? Well, here I am. Focusing,â You pick up a pencil and try to
focus on the work ahead of you. Jungkook shifts next to you, trying to adjust himself in his pants.
âYouâre an asshole,â He mutters under his breath, and you give him a flirty look over your shoulder. You tap him on the nose with your pencil.
âCorrect. Now, câmon, do your job, Mr. Jeon.â
âThree guys on me, on me!â Yoongi yells through his headset, and Jungkook has to physically fight back the urge to groan in annoyance. Itâs Sunday, Yoongi has not left the dorm the entire weekend, and Jungkook has been dying to relieve himself after you gave him blue balls on Friday.
He canât even think about what happened without getting hard. Just thinking about the way you kissed him, how assertive you were, how good you felt moving against him like thatâŚ
Shit, he could already feel himself becoming turned on again. Screw this. He resolves to grab his bathroom bag and head to take a shower. Maybe he could take care of himself in there if it is empty, and if someone else was there a cold shower would just have to do the job.
He exits the dorm with his bag slung around his shoulder. He tries to not think about you, but he canât. In fact, youâre all he can think about these days. He knows youâre bad news, but apparently his dick doesnât, and thereâs not much he can do about that.
âHi, Jungkook!â The last voice he wants to hear pops up in front of him. He slowly looks up to find you standing in front of him, wearing the most casual clothes he had ever seen you in: a black crewneck decorated with stars, grey sweatpants and your hair that is now a bright pink pulled into a ponytail. Jungkook is quick to pull his bag in front of him so itâs covering his growing erection.
âWhatâre you doing here?â He asks. He notices that youâre holding a cup of coffee that you bring to your lips, taking a sip.
âI have a killer hangover and my house is out of coffee so I decided to stop by campus. I was just on my way out, but what a coincidence that I ran into you!â You point to the exit he knows is behind him. Jungkook tries to offer you a smile, but it comes off as ingenuine.
âI like the, umâŚâ He waves to his hair, and your face brightens up as you play with the edges of your ponytail.
âOh, thanks! Late night drunk decision, but I think it looks pretty cute.â
Jungkook clears his throat, trying to find a way out of this conversation. Itâs the first time seeing you since Friday, and heâs hardly holding it together. He had to sit the rest of the session in pain while you finished the test he gave you- and not to mention you did horribly on it, considering that youâre a junior and your major is literally psychology.
âOh, yeah, I think our next session may have to be in the library. My brother kinda a little bit heard us and I need to get him off our trail.â
Jungkookâs face heats in embarrassment. He was rather⌠loud, but he couldnât help it. That was his first⌠everything. And you made him feel so good, even if you left him teetering on the edge, wanting desperately to fall off with you.
âSure. Library. Got it,â He mumbles under his breath, walking past you towards the common bathroom. He wouldnât normally be so impolite, but itâs you, and you either canât seem to take social hints or donât care. He assumes itâs the latter.
And, to his dismay, the bathroom has five other guys in it, so he punishes himself and his lustful thoughts with an achingly cold shower.
You lean against the dirty wall, the cash in your pocket feeling heavy in your zip-up hoodie. The September air causes you to pull your hoodie closer. Where the hell is Heeseung?
Itâs Wednesday night, so your mom will beat your ass if youâre out too late tonight. Youâre currently tucked in an alleyway, waiting for Heeseung, who supplies you with stuff you canât get at the gas station.
You feel kind of nervous tonight for some reason. Like someone is watching you. You even flinch when you spot Heeseung enter the alleyway, his hood over his head.
âWhere were you? Youâre late,â You reprimand, even though youâre kind of relieved that heâs here. Itâs dark, but you can see his eyes roll.
âThe better question is when am I ever on time,â He mutters, slinging his backpack off his shoulder. He opens it up and shuffles through it a few seconds before pulling out a large plastic baggie. Inside are smaller baggies, with pills and white powder. Your lips thin at the sight. No one knows you do anything stronger than weed, not even your friends, so you always feel somewhat shameful when you have your biweekly meet ups with Heeseung.
You met Heeseung in your sophomore year. He isnât a student, simply just a guy who lives in the campus town and makes a living off of selling drugs to college students. Even if that description seems off putting, heâs a surprisingly good guy. Kinda.
You reach for the bag, but he flinches back, his eyebrows raising.
âNuh-uh, cash first,â He holds his hand out and you roll your eyes. You dig into your pocket and slap the wads of cash into his hand. In return he hands you the baggie, which you stuff into your tote bag.
âHowâre you doing, ___?â He asks, counting the cash. You sigh, taking out your vape and taking a hit of it. The flavor of wildberry fills your mouth.
âIâm okay. My parents are on my ass lately about school and now I have a tutor.â
âItâs okay. Heâs cute,â You smile, remembering what happened at your last tutoring session and taking another hit.
âOh, youâre evil. I knew you were into the nerdy type,â He retorts, shoving the cash into his pocket and patting you on the back, âtake care of yourself, ___.â
You watch as he stalks out of the alleyway. You sigh, staying there for a bit more before deciding youâre too creeped out. You kick off of the wall and exit the alleyway into the street of the campus town.
To your relief, the streets are busy. Theyâre filled with families heading to dinner or couples shopping together. You donât miss the way that parents pull their kids tighter to themselves after spotting your ripped fishnets under your mini shorts, but you honestly donât care. You just keep wandering, wanting to avoid your house. Itâs been feeling suffocating lately, especially with Jimin making fun of your tutoring situation constantly.
You stare at your feet, the drugs in your bag feeling heavier than usual. You feel ashamed of yourself. It started with just alcohol to help your feelings, which turned into vapes, and then other shit that just kept spiraling.
You are so deep in your thoughts that you suddenly run into someone, and you fall to the ground, the content of your tote bag tumbling out. Fuck, you think, rubbing your head and looking up. Of fucking course, just your luck. Itâs Jungkook, accompanied by some kid youâve never seen before in an anime T-shirt.
You try to shove the baggie back into your tote bag, but itâs too late. His big eyes lingers where the bag was as you force yourself to get up.
â__-â He starts, but you push past him, not allowing him to continue.
You barely control the tears threatening to fall as you push your way through the crowd, not even bothering to look where youâre going. You feel like puking. You donât know why you care so much that Jungkook saw that, but you do. You press a hand against your mouth.
You find yourself in another alleyway, and you sink to the ground, not even bothering to think about the disgusting shit youâre sitting in. Tears are now spilling down your cheeks, a rare occurrence but something you canât control. You feel disappointed that he saw, but even more disappointed in yourself. For being so dependent on material addictions.
âHey, babe, you doing okay?â A voice asks. You look up through the tears. A man around your age stands in front of you. His shirt has several cigarette holes, and his pants are sagging low around his waist.
âFuck off,â You tell him, not wanting to deal with someone trying to flirt with you. He chuckles as if you said something funny.
âThe name is Tarzzan. Yours?â He asks. You rise to stand, wiping your tears with your sleeve. You really donât want to deal with this right now.
âCan you please leave me alone?â You ask, and instead of taking the hint he just takes another step towards you. Shit. He offers you a gross smile. His hand comes to rest on your hip, and you feel like puking again.
âI can help to cheer you up,â He whispers in your ear. You try to shove him off, but he doesnât budge. Instead, he grabs your hand and pins it against the wall. Panic rises in you as his lips near yours.
âHey, asshole! Get off of her!â You hear someone yell. You look over your shoulder to find Jungkook running towards you two. You cringe, knowing he probably isnât all that strong, and the voice crack he had wasnât helping his case.
âWhat-â The stranger begins, but Jungkook catches him by shoving his shoulder and throwing a surprisingly hard punch to his jaw. The guy groans and holds his jaw, and you know you have mere seconds before he collects himself and rocks Jungkookâs shit, so you quickly reach into your bag and pull out a can of pepper spray.
You rip the cap off and spay it in the strangerâs face, and he screams in agony. Jungkook grabs your arm, and together you two sprint out of the alley and onto the street.
âGood punch!â You compliment, your hands still shaking from fear. You two weave through the crowd towards your University.
âThanks. I honestly didnât know I had that in me.â
You two donât stop running until you reach your universityâs campus. Fear still pulses through your blood as Jungkook lightly touches your shoulders, his eyes examining you.
âAre you okay? Did he hurt you? That asshole,â He swears, causing you to realize he really doesnât do that all that often.
âNo, Iâm okay, just a little shaken up. Iâm kinda scared to go home,â You admit, hoping heâd offer his dorm to you for the night.
âEr, you can come to my dorm. My roommate is probably asleep already,â He offers, and you nod eagerly. Your arms fall at your side as you follow him towards the dorms.
âWhy were you in town tonight?â You ask, hoping he wouldnât question what he saw in your bag earlier.
âMy annoying ass roommate, aka my only friend, dragged me out there to go shopping with him for comic books. He ditched me after we ran into you,â He rolls his eyes. You turn to him. So, he probably followed you after you ran away. You try not to smile at the thought of him worrying about you.
âYour only friend?â You question, and he laughs breathily.
âFine, one of my only friends.â
Jungkook leads you upstairs as you send a half-assed text to your mom about staying at a friendâs house to study. You know she wonât believe you, but you really donât give a shit. You donât want to be alone right now.
You forgot how small dorms are. From the entrance, you can spot their two beds, their kitchenette, window, and a communal desk. Jungkook was right, his roommate is already fast asleep in his bed. You smile as you observe the decorations above Jungkookâs bed. Small things like photos with high school friends and birthday cards. You feel like youâre looking into his life as you spot a ticket to an amusement park tacked up against his wall. You smile lightly as Jungkook begins to speak from behind you.
âI donât have much, but here,â You turn around to see that heâs offering you a T-shirt and pants. You smirk and take them, immediately taking your shirt off. His face flushes and he spins around. You chuckle as you pull the much too big clothes over your head.
You sit at the edge of the bed as Jungkook fusses with his hair in the mirror. You canât help but stare at your bag. Before you even know what youâre doing, you bend down and take out the baggie. You stand up and wander to the window.
â___, whatâre you-â Before he can finish, you open the window and drop the stupid baggie out of the window, letting it fall into the overgrown shrubbery below. A huge relief washes over you as you close it, a smile plastered onto your face. You donât even notice how Jungkook is watching you with admiration.
âIâm proud of you, ___,â He says, and the sentiment is so sweet your heart might burst. Itâs something youâve never heard before.
âThanks. Although that was a lot of money,â You tell him in fake sadness. He laughs as you settle into his bed. He grabs himself a blanket and a pillow, fashioning himself a bed on the ground.
âToo scared to sleep with me?â You ask. Jungkook scoffs.
âNo, I justâŚâ He trails off in thought, and his face grows red so he turns away from you, covering his head with his blanket, âneed my space.â
âMm, sure. Gânight, and thanks for everything tonight.â
âOf course, ___,â He grumbles as if it annoys him to say it, but you canât help but smile as you pull your blanket up to your chin, falling asleep quickly with his soft scent of linen to comfort you.
You donât know what time it is when you wake up, but you know damn well itâs too early judging by the way the sun is barely peeking beyond the horizon utside. You groan as you turn to see what woke you up. Jungkook stands next to the bed, obviously changing into his clothes for the day.
Heâs pulling a shirt over his head, and you canât help but admire how his back muscles move, illuminated by the early morning light.
âI enjoyed the show, but itâs still way too early to be appreciative,â You comment, and he immediately spins around.
âYeah, way too early. What time is it?â You ask, grabbing your phone.
â6:30. I usually grab breakfast and go for a walk before my first class,â He explains, running his hands through his hair, and you canât help but feel jealous.
âOh, fuck that. Iâm not even up until my first class starts,â You retort. Jungkook spins around.
âWhat am I going to wear today?â You wonder out loud, pushing yourself off of the bed.
âI donât really have any of⌠your kinda stuff,â Jungkook says, pulling a couple of storage bins out from under his bed that must be his closet. You sit down next to him, looking through the bins.
âWell, Iâm lucky Iâm a pro. Hm, thisâll do,â You pull out a blue and white flannel and a T-shirt. Learning his lesson from last time, he turns around just in time as you begin to change. The clothes are oversized, but thatâs not a problem for you.
You throw the flannel over the T-shirt, rolling up the sleeves and tucking the T-shirt into your bra. You pull on your shorts that you wore last night and a choker you had in your pocket. You pull your freshly dyed hair into pigtails.
âYou really are talented,â Jungkook says, and you offer him a smile.
âThanks,â You reply, grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, âReady?â
âFor what?â He asks, his eyebrows knitted together.
âYou said you always take a walk in the morning. So letâs get to walking!â You bound out the door, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake.
Jungkookâs leg bounces under his desk, his pencil tapping on his notebook. His class is finally almost over, and after this is his next session with you. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât looking forward to it. Heâs starting to really enjoy his time with you.
He canât help but remember your face when you dropped your baggie full of drugs in front of him. You looked so disappointed in yourself. He frowns as he remembers.
The professor dismisses the class, and he practically runs out of the hall, rushing to the library. He doesnât know why heâs surprised youâre not there, but he still feels disappointed as he searches for a table.
He finds one pressed against the wall in the far corner. Itâs half shielded from everyone else by a bookshelf, and he just hopes that will help you be less distracted.
He lays his bag down and pulls out his plans for today. Last session, despite your protests, he had made you take tests for all your subjects. You were most terrible in Algebra, so thatâs what you would be working on today.
Jungkook lazily scrolls on Vine while waiting for you to show up, and when you do, youâre 10 minutes late. You say goodbye to your friend Giselle and walk into the library. He hates how good you look in his clothes. He could get used to the view.
You look around for a few seconds before spotting him. You throw him a quick wave, jogging over to the table. You set your stuff down, quickly propping your head on your hand.
âWhatâre we doing today?â You ask, and Jungkook gulps heavily. He feels disappointed that your session today had to be in the library, considering what happened like last time. He internally reprimands himself for thinking such thoughts before shoving a worksheet he made towards you.
âAlgebra,â He says under his breath, trying to keep himself under control. He still hadnât been able to relieve himself, and the effects were starting to weigh on him.
Surprisingly, you donât protest. In fact, you pick up a pencil and get straight to work. He feels a little bit uneasy. You simply just ask questions every so often, and he explains the best he can. He even finds himself bored. Apparently, his expectations were too high.
Every doubt is shattered when he feels a finger linger on his hand. It slowly travels down his arm, and further down, tracing his torso in a way that makes his breath hitch. It stops at his waistband, and he stops breathing entirely.
He looks over at you, only to find you apparently very focused on the work in front of you. He gasps quietly as your hand disappears under his cargo pants.
You start to rub slowly against his cock, and he bites hard down on his lip to keep himself from making noise. His body almost immediately reacts to you, his cock growing hard underneath your hand.
â___, weâre in public,â He whispers lowly. Your eyes still donât leave your work.
âDo you want me to stop?â You ask, and he lets out a quiet groan as an answer.
Your hand slips underneath his boxers, and his hand flies up to grip the table as your hand drags down the length of him. Youâre hardly touching him but he can feel you all over.
Your hand grips the base of his cock, and you lazily glide up and down, reaching his tip. His fingernails dig deeper into the table, trying desperately to stay quiet, but it feels so good, and youâre hardly even trying.
Pre-cum leaks from his tip, causing you to glide down his length more easily. You slowly begin to squeeze harder, and he promises himself that he will never be able to jack off the same again. Not without remembering how good just your hand is making him feel.
He tastes blood as he bites into his lips harder, his eyes squeezing shut. He desperately wants to touch you, but you guys are barely concealed as it is. Your body is positioned in front of him so nobody could tell what is happening, but the things he wants to do to you right now just canât be hidden.
You fuck him with your hand harder, and Jungkook canât help as a whimper escapes his lips. It feels too good. His head hangs, trying to hide his face with his hair, but your hand forces his head back up.
âI wanna see your pretty face,â You whisper, and he almost climaxes right there. The friction with you hand feels so fucking good, he canât help but thrust his hips upwards, fucking himself with your hand.
âHey, ___, whatâs up?â Jungkook hears a voice say. He snaps his head up. He feels horrified to spot the jock you were making out with under the bleachers standing next to your guysâ table. He also is horrified that you donât stop. Shit.
âHi. Sorry, Iâve forgotten to text you. Iâve been busy,â You say casually as if you werenât giving him the most amount of pleasure heâs felt in his entire life under the table.
âWith what?â The jock asks, and Jungkook wishes with everything he has that heâll go away. You quicken your pace, and Jungkook grips the table harder. He can feel his orgasm start to build.
âTutoring. This is my tutor. Wanna introduce yourself?â You turn to him, fluttering your eyelashes. He gives you a look that begs for mercy, but you simply just give him an evil smile and flick your wrist around him. He almost cries out and begrudgingly turns to the jock.
âJeon Jungkook. Iâm a freshman,â He mutters through his clenched teeth. You twist your hair around your finger. The guy introduces himself but Jungkook doesnât hear a word.
âIâll talk to you later. Good luck at your game tonight,â You tell him, pressing your pencil against your lip. The jock flashes a smile before wandering off.
Jungkook wants to tell you off for being so reckless, but heâs too focused on reigning in the moans that escape his lips. You donât stop, in fact, you speed up. His nails are practically digging crescents into the table, and his hair begins to stick to his forehead. He distantly feels embarrassed about how worked up heâs getting over a hand job.
The pleasure begins to build, and he knows he wonât last much longer. He looks over at you with a begging plea. You lean over and brush his hair back with your free hand, placing your lips against his ear.
âCum for me,â You whisper, the words brushing against his ear deliciously. Thatâs all it takes. He swears he can see stars as he orgasms, biting down on his lip and barely concealing his noises.
He can feel his cum decorate his torso, but he doesnât give a shit right now. All he can focus on is the lazy gliding of your hand helping him through his climax, until he whines in overstimulation.
You carefully take your hand out from under his pants. He watches with hooded lids as you bring your fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting his essence left behind on your skin. He could get hard again at the sight.
âI thought you said you didnât want me to cum in my pants,â Jungkook retorts quietly after he catches his breath, trying to adjust himself. You simply smirk at him.
âYeah, but then I realized how much I wanted to see you squirm under my touch in public.â
Jungkookâs face heats as he realizes how pathetic he had acted from something as simple as your hand. Seeing as though the session is over anyway, he collects all his things into his bag, desperately wanting to change clothes. He turns to you, unsure of what to say now and slightly nervous he had disappointed you.
âUh, thanks,â He says, before internally slapping himself in the face. Did he seriously just thank you? You laugh in response, which certainly doesnât help.
âAnytime,â You reply, and he practically runs out of the library, his boxers soiled, his dignity slightly bruised and a little bit horny.
âYou gave him a hand job at the library?â Giselle says loudly, and you shush her, darting your head around the mall.
âBe quiet! But⌠yes,â You reply, smiling at the memory. How cute he had been, how big and heavy he felt underneath your hand. You canât help but wonder how he would feel inside you, but you know itâs too soon for all that yet.
âYouâre evil, ___! Did he last long?â She asks, and you giggle a bit before taking a bite out of your mall pretzel.
âNot at all. But itâs okay, heâs cute and his cock was fucking huge,â You reminisce, and Giselle gasps, hitting you on the shoulder a few times.
âDonât tell me youâre thinking about taking his virginity! Well, assuming he is a virgin,â She wonders aloud as you two wander into a clothing shop. You absentmindedly pick up a shirt, humming to the song playing on the speaker.
âOh definitely. But taking it? Hmm, I dunno. Maybe. I really donât want to get my hopes up on a guy just to figure out all they wanted was to get in my pants. Again,â You roll your eyes, remembering your most recent ex.
âOh, câmon, ___. I donât think heâs like that. Heâs different,â Giselle tells you, and you know sheâs right. But youâre not good for him, youâre the definition of a bad influence.
âYeah, I know. I just donât think Iâm the type of person he should hang out with. Heâs got a lot of stuff going for himâŚâ You trail off, and Giselle grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look at her.
â___, please donât start with this. Yes, you make some bad decisions sometimes, but donât beat yourself up about it. Youâre one of the most optimistic, friendliest people I know. You deserve happiness too,â She tells you, and you have to hold back tears. You donât know if sheâs right, but maybe you should give it a try. Put your happiness first above everything else.
âThank you, Giselle. Maybe youâre right.â
âI always am. Now, câmon. We have to pick out an outfit for Eunchaeâs party this weekend, and if you take Jungkook as your date, you need to look good as hell.â
You laugh as she drags you through the store. Itâs true that Eunchae is throwing a party this Saturday, and you had planned on asking Jungkook to come with you. Itâs definitely not his type of scene but you really want him to be there. You find yourself liking spending time with him.
Itâs the Monday after your eventful session with him on Friday, and even outside of the sessions you like talking with him. He asks you questions that no one else seems to care about. He entertains you as you talk about your favorite music, your vinyl collection, your social media, and more. You didnât think that anyone cared enough to ask about those parts of yourself.
What you love more, though, is talking about him. He doesnât like to talk about himself much, but when he does, you cling onto the information like a leech. Heâs really into pop as much as heâs embarrassed about it, and heâs addicted to Vine. He has a dog back home named Bam, and itâs his dream to attend Coachella one day.
He chose psychology as a major because he used to have a lot of anxiety that was helped by therapy and he wants to help others like that too. You love these bits of him, feeling like youâre piecing together the larger puzzle that is Jeon Jungkook.
The theme of the party is singers, so you decide to go as Lana Del Rey, and Giselle as Marina and the Diamonds. You buy a white mini dress inspired by the sixties, a flower crown, and chunky heels to emulate Lanaâs vibe. Youâre just hoping that Jungkook will agree to go with you. Maybe youâll even take things a step forward with him.
Jungkookâs heart thrums as he knocks on your big ass door once, twice. Itâs yet another Friday (A.K.A his newly favorite day), and you guys had planned to meet at your house this time. You had briefly mentioned hanging out at his dorm, but Jungkook quickly refused. He knew that Yoongi would be drooling over you and heâd rather drop dead than let that happen.
Considering how all the other sessions have gone, he canât help but feel excited for how this one will go. He also likes hanging out with you. Like, a lot. You make fun of him sometimes, but he doesnât mind. Your laugh is soon becoming his favorite sound.
You open the door with a wide smile. You werenât at school today, and he can guess what you were doing to fill the time. Your hair is now a silky lavender color, the strands pulled into two pigtails, your hands stained purple from the effort. Youâre wearing an off the shoulder T-shirt of a movie from the 80âs, a mini denim skirt and dirty converse. Jungkook immediately feels stupid in his red flannel and skinny jeans.
âWhatâs that?â You ask, your gaze floating to the box balancing in his hands. Jungkook clears his throat and awkwardly fumbles with the top before pulling it open.
âTheyâre red velvet cookies,â He explains, âThe other week you were talking about how much you love them so I made them for you.â
Jungkook feels entirely confused when you throw your head back laughing.
âNo, silly, Red Velvet, like the new kpop group!â You say through your laughter, to which Jungkook just feels more confused.
âKpop?â He asks. You throw a wider smile at him.
âYeah, yâknow, like Gangnam Style? Itâs a type of music,â You explain. Jungkook facepalms himself.
âIâm such an idiot.â
âNo, no! Luckily, Red Velvet also happens to be my favorite flavor,â You pluck a cookie out of the tray and pop it into your mouth, âNow letâs get to learning, Nerd.â
Jungkook follows you into your house, his face still a little red from the whole cookie situation but glad it ended up working out in his favor. He also is happy that your annoying brother Jimin isnât home.
His face heats as he enters your room, remembering what happened last time he was here. Heâd be lying if he said he hadnât been imagining what this session would be like. Or, per se, what you would do to him.
âI got a B- on my Algebra test. I know itâs not that impressive, but I was proud of myself,â You remark, plopping down on your bed. Jungkook follows, awkwardly placing the cookies and his backpack next to himself.
âNo, ___, thatâs good! Iâm proud of you,â He remarks, and you give him a smile that makes him believe youâve never been told that before.
âThank you. Iâm also doing way better in English. General Psychology is the only thing Iâm struggling with, thoughâŚâ You trail off, twirling a piece of your lavender hair around your finger. Jungkook frowns.
âIsnât that your major?â He asks, even though he knows that answer. Itâs just strange to him that youâre a junior, so you will have been studying psychology for three years already, yet thatâs what youâre struggling with most. You sigh in response.
âYeah, itâs just fucking boring as hell,â You say, and your response just confuses him more.
âSo why is that your major?â He questions, and your eyes cloud over. You go silent for so long that he thinks youâre just going to ignore him, but you finally speak again.
âI wish it wasnât. My parents are forcing me to study it. Because God forbid one of their kids wants to do anything besides work in a career that will get you a shit ton of money and simultaneously make you want to jump off a bridge.â
âWhat do you wanna do?â He asks, genuinely curious. You purse your lips, staring at the strand of hair you have wrapped around your finger.
âCosmetology. I want to do hair. Itâs my biggest passion. But my parents would never let me,â You admit, and Jungkook mulls over your confession before grabbing your hand and forcing you to look at him.
âWho gives a shit what they think? Who gives a shit what anyone thinks? Itâs your life, ___, and you deserve to be happy. Itâs not your parents , not your brothers, but itâs yours. And you should take charge of it, because the last word I think of when I think of you is âpushoverâ.â
You stare at him for a few seconds, your lips pulling up into a smile.
âThank you, Jungkook. Maybe I will work up the courage one day. But I have a Psych test next week, and weâve already wasted a lot of time,â You say, glancing at your clock as Jungkook chuckles.
Today he helps you work on studying for your test and writing a research paper. You actually seem focused and determined to learn more, which is such a stark difference from how this started. Jungkook, however, canât stop his mind from traveling to dirty places.
He keeps glancing down at the bed, gnawing on his lip. You seem so concentrated, but heâs having a growing problem in his pants. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on math equations and how bad the bathrooms at uni smell after lunch.
âJungkook, are you okay?â You ask, looking up at him under your lashes. He swears his glasses fog up as he clears his throat.
âUh, we-well, IâŚ,â He sighs heavily, âI guess I was just wondering what new thing we are going to try today.â You chuckle at his response, suddenly dropping your pencil. He gulps as you turn around and bend over, trying not to stare at your ass as you dig for something under your bed.
You find it, releasing a small âah-ha!â, turning around and presenting it to him. Jungkookâs eyebrows raise as he tries to discern whatâs in your hand.
âIs that a highlighter? Like the one you were eating on the first day of school?â He asks, and you giggle.
âNo, silly, itâs a vape. Do you know what they are?â You ask, and Jungkook feels his face go red. He canât believe he embarrassed himself like that.
âYeah, I do,â he replies, which is true. Heâs seen plenty of angst teenage movies to know what they are, he had just never seen one in person. This one is different from the one you had on the first day of school; this one is a neon blue instead of a baby pink, and you had bejeweled it with your initials.
âThen here. I want you to try it,â You hold it out in front of you. Jungkook stares at the tiny thing, slightly disappointed this would be what youâre making him do. He has also never done anything like this before, but he wants to make you happy, so he takes it from you, wearily holding it, lost as to what to do.
âJust put that part to your lips and breathe in,â You instruct, and he follows your directions.
Hot air fills his lungs, flavored something pungent (blueberry? blue raspberry?), and he coughs. He coughs so hard he thinks he might bend over and puke. The feeling afterwards isnât the slow, relaxed one he had thought it would be, but something regretful and he almost feels nauseous. He peeks at you, expecting you to be laughing at his reaction, but your face is stoic.
âDid you want me to do it again?â He asks, desperately wanting you to say no. He doesnât know how you do this so often. To his relief, you shake your head.
âNo. That was my last hit, anyway.â
âSo what was the point of making me do that?â Jungkook asks, his eyebrows scrunched together. Why would you want him to just take one hit? He had figured that youâd get him high or something. You sigh, staring at your feet.
âIâm the first one to admit that I have a problem. One time I accidentally threw my vape out in the garbage and I dug through it for ten minutes just to get it back. Sometimes itâll be the dead of night and Iâll go out just because I know I only have a few hits left. But I just let you finish mine because that terrible feeling that I need all that shit goes away when Iâm with you. I wanted to show you that but this is the only way I know how.â
Jungkook quirks up a smile at your confession, his heart feeling as though it may burst.
âIs this your way of saying you care about me?â He asks. You laugh in response.
You press your eyeshadow brush against your eye, finishing your makeup and admiring your work in the mirror. You did a great job; everyone will know exactly who you are. You teased your hair up into a big, Lana- inspired look with a flower crown placed on top, a baby blue 60s mini dress and matching heels. All you need is a cigarette and boy problems and you two will be twins (both of which are very acquirable for you).
Giselle smiles at you through the mirror, her hair even bigger than yours with a bow, a dress similar to yours but in pink, a heart drawn in eyeliner on her cheek and huge bottom lash falsies. You both did amazing emulating your respective celebrities, and you take around 20 minutes taking pictures for your tumblr, just knowing you two will go viral for your looks.
âSo, what do you think Jungkook will go as?â She asks, placing down your polaroid camera. You observe the pictures you two took as you think back to last night. It had taken you ages to convince him to come with you to this party, and he finally agreed but refused to tell you what heâd be going as. And apparently you wouldnât find out until you got to the party as he was riding with his roommate.
âProbably something nerdy like Justin Bieber or something,â You giggle to yourself, just imagining that. Sure, heâd look ridiculous, but heâd also look entirely adorable. Your head snaps up when you realize Giselle is watching you with a knowing smile.
âDamn, ___, do you really like him that much?â She questions. You sigh, staring down at your shoes.
âWould it be terrible if I said yes?â You ask in a small voice. Giselleâs face grows serious as she places a hand on your shoulder.
âOf course not. ___, you do so much to please everyone else. Itâs time that you do what you want to do,â She reassures you. You give her a warm smile as you consider her words. Maybe sheâs right.
As you two depart for the party, you canât help but feel nervous. A strange, unreasonable feeling of excitement yet dread has filled your body, like your brain knows something you donât. You gnaw on your lip as you park down the road from Eunchaeâs house, the street already filled with cars.
You approach Eunchaeâs familiar house, smiling as you realize how many people attended and how many actually dressed up. You spot a Charli xcx, a Lady Gaga, a few Taylor Swifts, a Drake, an Eminem, and so many more artists you canât help but smile. You send a quick text to Jungkook to let him know youâre here as Giselle leads you inside, and you subconsciously search for his messy head of hair in the crowd.
âSup, bitches!â You hear Eunchaeâs already drunk voice as she approaches you with Ni-ki on her arm. Eunchae is dressed as Ke$ha with crazy glitter makeup and an egregious amount of fishnets, and Ni-ki as Marty Healy from the 1975 with his hair rumpled and sunglasses.
âSeriously, Eunchae? I donât think itâs even ten yet,â Giselle remarks as she checks her watch. Eunchae scoffs, her drink almost sloshing out of her cup.
âItâs five oâclock somewhere.â
âIt was already five oâclock. Like, four hours ago-â
âAnyways, ___! You look bad as hell tonight!â She interrupts, turning to you, âWhereâs your little boy toy?â She asks. Youâre wondering the same question. You canât spot Jungkook anywhere, and you feel slightly disappointed. You sincerely hope he didnât bail out on you.
âI dunno. Maybe he decided not to-â
â___!â You hear from behind you. You turn around, and youâre surprised when you notice Jungkook. Except, heâs definitely not dressed as Justin Bieber. He sports a white baseball hat, a gold chain, long denim shorts, an oversized T-shirt and white rimmed sunglasses that read, âSoulja Boyâ. Well, you sure werenât expecting that. Or that he looks so damn good.
He pushes his sunglasses up, and you notice that his eyes look smudged with eyeliner. He has that just fucked kind of look that makes you want to pounce on him. You might be more fucked than you thought. You also donât miss how his eyes rake over your body thoughtfully, slowly.
âLet me guess, youâre dressed as Priscilla Presley?â He questions. Your eyebrows knit together.
âWho the fucks that? Iâm Lana Del Rey,â You reply, crossing your arms. Jungkook pulls his lips up into a smile.
âOur generation is doomed. Câmon, I spotted some spiked fruit punch thatâs right up your alley,â He says, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the crowd. You throw one last look back at your friends, and Giselle gives you a sly smile and two thumbs up.
Eunchaeâs house isnât small by any means, but it feels that way with the amount of people crowded around the house. Jungkookâs grip on your hand tightens as he pulls you to the kitchen, weaving between sweaty bodies as the bass line to âBoom Clapâ thrums up into your body.
You spot the punch bowl and pour yourself a small cup, sipping on it and meeting Jungkookâs slightly confused stare.
âI thought youâd wanna get hammered at a party like this,â He remarks. You lower your cup slowly, shooting him a sly smile.
âI would, but I have a feeling Iâll want to remember tonight,â Without explaining yourself you down the rest of the cup and pull him into the living room where everyone is dancing, âCâmon, I love this song!â
You and Jungkook dance (well, you dance, he more so just jumps around awkwardly) for what feels like forever, and you canât seem to peel the smile off of your face. Eventually, it slows down into the song âHaloâ by BeyoncĂŠ, and Jungkook places his hands on your hips, swaying slowly with you like the most clichĂŠ movie scene ever.
âLook at me, slow dancing with a Freshie,â You remark, and Jungkook chuckles.
âAnd I bet every guy here is jealous of me,â He whispers, and his face contorts into an expression that reads he didnât mean to say that out loud. But you giggle and blush anyway.
His embrace is warm around you and his scent embraces you like a familiar hug. You smile up at him. You donât know what youâre feeling, just something amazing and wondrous and something you hope is eternal. Jungkookâs face softens, his mouth opening to say something.
âDefiling this poor freshman, huh, sis?â You hear your brotherâs annoying voice crone from behind you. The crowd parts for him as he pushes to the front, and you roll your eyes at his outfit. He went for Justin Bieber- if Justin Bieber was an evil dickhead.
âWhat do you want, Jimin?â You ask, stepping away from Jungkook. You notice as the crowd circles around you and the music dies down a bit. Jimin cocks a brow, folding his arms together. Your heart skips a beat when you notice your ex, Namjoon, step out of the crowd. What the fuck is going on?
âDo you know how tiring itâs been having you as my sister? Look at me, ___. Perfect grades, perfect clothes, perfect record, perfect family- oh, wait, scratch that. Youâre ruining my completely clean slate with your disgusting character. Tutoring hasnât been helping, our parents' punishments havenât been helping. So I think itâs time to resort to a different method,â He leans forward into your face, âembarrassment.â
Your heart beats faster and faster throughout his entire monologue, and you practically puke as Namjoon pulls out his phone and holds his above his head, pressing play on something you canât see.
âMessage from ___, *BEEP* Hi, baby, itâs me, ___. I didnât mean to get so mad at you for seeing that other girl. I shouldâve been more understanding like you said. I love you so much and Iâll do anything to get you back. I will-â
âStop! Stop it!â You scream, tears flooding down your face as the crowd giggles. Jimin holds up one finger as if to shush you. The voicemail continues to play from Namjoonâs phone.
â⌠and I promise I wonât get mad at you again. I just need to be with you! Tell me what I need to do. Please, I-â
âShe said to stop,â Jungkook says from beside you, and Namjoonâs head flicks toward him, his eyes glowering with a gross, hostile look.
âOh, yeah? And whatâre you going to do about it? Youâre her new little toy, huh? Well, let me tell you something. Sheâll take the one thing she wants from you, but be careful, sheâll latch onto you like a leech, so clingy, so desperate for someone, anyone to love her-â
You donât get to hear the rest of the sentence because Jungkook runs up to him and punches him in the jaw. The crowd gasps as Namjoon slowly turns back to him, holding his jaw. Before you can even process it, Namjoon hits back, and a full on fight breaks out. You donât stay to watch, though. You slip through the crowd and out the back door with no one noticing you. You feel bad leaving Jungkook behind, but youâre so filled with embarrassment you canât stand staying a second longer.
To your dismay, your brother is standing by the back door. You want to punch him and kick him and make him physically feel what youâre feeling emotionally.
âIâm sorry it had to go like that, sis, but youâll start acting right now. Itâs for the better, one day youâll become a nice therapist and youâll thank me for-â
Before he can finish his sentence, you rip his ridiculously expensive watch that he loves more than you off of his hand, throw it on the ground and crush it under your heel. He screams like you just killed his child.
âNo, no, not my watch! Oh, youâre going to pay for that you little-â
You donât hear the rest because you start running as fast as you can down the road, still crying, still feeling like a complete piece of shit. You pull your heels off and hold them in your hand, running faster towards nothing and away from anything.
Because you know everything they said was right. All you crave is love, but youâre too fucked up to receive it from anyone. Not from your parents, not from Jimin, and certainly not from Jungkook who doesnât deserve to be with someone like you.
You eventually stop running once you reach Main Street, grabbing your extra vape in your purse and taking a hit from it. You havenât done it since your last tutoring session with Jungkook, trying to become better for him. But now you know itâs pointless because someone like you could never change.
You sigh a breath of relief as the flavored air hits your mouth, the stress washing away from your body. Suddenly all your problems seem small, and they disappear in the smoke you blow through your nose.
Your stomach grumbles, so you resolve to look for something to eat. Around the corner on Main Street, you spot what seems to be a small food truck festival, and the air smells delicious as you walk closer, still vaping. You donât miss the weird looks you get, but you honestly donât give a shit.
You spot a taco truck, and suddenly gobbling down some birria tacos in your bed as you sob until
you canât breathe doesnât sound so bad. You go up and order despite how crazy you must look. As the chef starts preparing your food, you have way too much time to drown in embarrassment of the nightâs events.
â___,â You hear someone say from behind you. You whip your head around and almost gasp. Itâs Jungkook, standing there with a bandaid on his bruised nose and blood stained on his lip.
âJungkook? Whatâre you doing here?â You ask, your eyebrows knitted together.
âYoongi pulled me off of that asshole, but I roughed him up pretty good. I didnât know where you went but I smelled tacos so I went in that direction. I know thatâs your favorite food,â He offers a small smile that you canât help but return. You told him that once. Once. And that was enough.
You shyly take your food, and Jungkook offers to walk you home, to which you accept. You two walk in silence as you enjoy your food, too hungry to wait until you get home. It starts to rain, and usually you would worry about your hair and eye makeup getting ruined but you canât look crazier than you already do.
You reach your house, and Jungkook lingers for a moment, staring at you. Your parents arenât home, but you would feel weird having him in the house with you after everything that happened tonight. Still, you canât just leave him in the rain like this, so you offer for him to come inside. He accepts a little too eagerly.
You trudge upstairs to your room. You feel like absolute shit. You just want to walk into Jiminâs room and destroy all of his expensive little toys, but you know that would make things worse so you just walk into your room instead. Jungkook awkwardly on the edge of your bed as you throw your stuff down on your desk and observe yourself in the mirror.
You really do look like shit. Your mascara is smudged dramatically all around your eyes all the way down to your lips, and your hair hands in knotted, wet clumps around your shoulders. Usually when you feel like this, you would dye your hair, but itâs too freshly dyed to do that and you donât want Jungkook to witness the mini manic episodes you have while dyeing your hair, so you make a side note to maybe dramatically chop it soon.
âI look like shit,â You say to yourself. You make eye contact with Jungkook whoâs staring at you through the mirror. You turn around, making eye contact with him.
âYou look beautiful. You always do.â
âYou donât have to lie to me, Jung-â
âNo, you donât understand,â He gets up, putting his hands on your shoulders, âhonestly, screw your brother and ex for embarrassing you like that, and your parents for forcing you to do something that you donât wanna do. Screw them all because theyâre missing out on an amazing, beautiful, smart, and endlessly talented woman who, although she doesnât think she does, deserves all the love in the world.â
After his confession, he punctuates it with a soft kiss. You look up at him, with tears in your eyes. For the first time in your life, you feel like someone actually cares about you. And after looking into his eyes, youâre sure he does.
âThank you, Jungkook.â You whisper.
You grab your vape out of your pocket, your growing headache pounding heavier and increasingly hard to ignore. You take a hit, relief flooding through your body. Jungkook watches you with narrowed eyes.
âYou know I hate that you do that, right?â He asks, his voice low in a way that turns you on. Suddenly, your mood switches. You cock a brow at him, laying down on your bed, your eyes never leaving him as you place the vape between your lips.
âYeah? Come and get it then.â
Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds, his gaze becoming heated as he takes a tentative step towards you. Your breath halters as his weight dips down into the bed, heat radiating off of him as he crawls over you. He reaches down, grabbing the vape with his teeth, his lips caressing just enough to make you gasp lightly. He pulls it out, and then disposes it off to the side. Fuck, that was hot.
He leans down to kiss you, but this time, itâs not soft. Itâs hungry with desire, the same desire that you can feel pooling between your legs. How long has it been since youâve had an orgasm? You literally cannot remember, and youâre feeling the effects of waiting so long right now. Youâre so desperate for him and heâs barely even touched you.
He pulls away for a brief moment, his breath heavy, his hair sticking to his forehead.
â___, you always make me feel so good. Let me touch you, please,â He practically begs, and you agree so quickly youâre sure youâll be embarrassed by it when the desire washes away.
Jungkookâs warm hands travel up your thigh, goosebumps being left behind his touch. His hand disappears under your breath, and your back arches in anticipation. He leaves small circles on your thighs, touching you everywhere except where you need him most.
âJungkook,â You beg, and you donât miss the small smile that pulls at his lips. Heâs enjoying this, what an asshole!
Finally he presses against you, and youâre glad your parents arenât home with the sound you make. He pulls your panties to the side, and his eyes darken even more when he realizes how wet you are.
His finger dips inside you, and you immediately grab his arms at how good it feels. He slowly starts pumping at just the right angle. Itâs only one finger, but somehow you feel so full.
âYouâre so beautiful, ___,â He says quietly whilst youâre at his mercy underneath him. It feels too good, especially when he adds another finger, curling them and hitting the right spot. Heâs making you feel so much pleasure, and you have to ask him how he knows how to do this.
You feel your climax building as he begins to go faster, your moans becoming falsetto as you climb closer and closer to heaven. And all you can think about is him. His scent, his warmth, his fingers inside you, his soft kind words, his chain dangling in your face. Heâs so perfect you could cry.
And you do as you finally come, tears pricking your eyes as you see stars. Youâre embarrassed at how desperate youâve gotten over only his fingers, but itâs been so long and Jungkook is everything youâve ever wanted in a man, and here he is right in front of you, giving his everything to you.
Jungkook slowly retracts his fingers, and you practically moan again as he sticks them into his mouth, licking off your residue.
You lean forward to kiss him again, barely regaining yourself after that near death experience. Jungkook practically rips off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his pants. You do the same, and you regret not wearing something sexier than just a plain black set.
âAre you sure about this?â You ask tentatively. Jungkook swallows and nods eagerly, placing a hand on your cheek.
âIâm so completely sure. I want to experience this with you. Itâs my first time, obviously, but I want to do this with you.â
âOkay. Donât worry if itâs not perfect. I donât expect it to be. I just want to be with you,â You reply, to which he smiles. You reach over into your bedside drawer, grabbing a condom. Jungkook lays down on the bed as you open it with your teeth, throwing the wrapper away.
You slowly pull down his boxers, and are truly taken aback at how beautiful he is. I guess what they say about nerds is true, you think, as you roll the condom onto him.
You grab his cock and position it to your entrance, steadying yourself with your hands against his chest. Jungkook takes a deep breath, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.
âYou ready?â You ask, and he nods eagerly. You slowly sink down. Jungkook reacts by grasping the sheets with his hand, groaning loudly.
âFuck, ___, you feel so good,â He moans, one hand reaching up to tangle in your hair. You feel the exact same way; he fills you up so good, hitting all the right spots without even moving.
You slowly start to move, the sensation already sending goosebumps down your body. Jungkook seems to feel the same way, judging by the way heâs practically crying in pleasure and whimpering every time you sink down onto him.
Youâre sure you look crazy right now, but Jungkook canât stop telling you how beautiful you are. And you canât help but believe it because you feel pretty damn sexy right now.
You begin to speed up, and Jungkook reacts by beginning to move with you, his thrusts causing him to go even deeper inside you, both of you reacting with loud and desperate noises.
Your second climax starts to build up, and you can tell he feels the same. He stares up at you as if youâre the most beautiful thing in the world.
âYou feel so perfect around me,â He whimpers, and you blush as if some kind of middle school crush. The hand still tangled in your hair pulls you down, and he gives you a breathtaking kiss.
His other hand leaves the sheets and rests on the small of your back, helping you to go faster. With that and the way heâs moving, youâre already almost there. You can tell he is too, and you indulge in this little slice of heaven heâs so generously given you. If you could live in this moment forever, you would.
Jungkook gives you another kiss, moaning into your mouth about how perfect you are, and with that you topple over the edge, screaming his name for the whole damn neighborhood to hear. Pleasure ripples through your body as your eyes roll back, and you practically cry from how euphoric it feels. Jungkook follows you into heaven, your name slipping from his lips as he grips your body, intending to never let go.
After what seems like a million years, you finally gain the energy to lift yourself off of him, helping him to dispose of the condom before dropping beside him on the bed. His arm immediately wraps around you as he pulls you close, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
âI know this is kinda a stupid way to ask it, but ___, would you be my girlfriend?â He asks tentatively, and you canât help but give him a big cheesy grin at how cute it is.
âOf course, you nerd,â You reply, giving him a soft kiss. After a few more moments, he speaks again.
âYâknow, they offer cosmetology classes at uni. It wouldnât hurt to just try one,â He suggests. You smile again.
âMaybe I will. And maybe you will put in an effort to be cooler, yâknow, now that youâre going to be my boyfriend. Maybe less Taylor Swift and more leather jackets?â You suggest, entirely kidding because you love him the way he is. A stupid grin pulls at his lips.
âDonât get your hopes up.â
