STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES | JJK | ONESHOT
A biker! Jeon Jungkook x model! original female character fanfiction
He’s Seoul’s most wanted biker—reckless, worshipped, untouchable. She’s the runway’s brightest star—disciplined, desired, untouchable.
But some histories refuse to stay buried. In a city that never stops watching, their midnight rendezvous blur the line between love, lust, and self-destruction.
Because when the past tastes like smoke and strawberries…
How do you pretend it never happened?
ღ characters: jeon jungkook, OFC
ღ trope: exes with benefits
ღ Tags/warnings: MDNI, toxic relationship, angsty smut, hurt/comfort, second chances?, unresolved feelings, yearning, situationships, miscommunication, they are both the problem(lol), , heavy angst, messy emotions, morally grey, explicit sexual content, they are both switches, passive-agressive, PWP, routh sex, oral sex, fingering, hair pulling, little dirty talk, power play, dom/sub, implied aftercare, etc.
!!this work contains sexual themes that might trigger people, if they are uncomfortable with explicit forms of physical interactions. Kindly refrain from reading!!
▢note : okay okay. pardon me for any mistakes since this is my first ever smut. for ages, i have read and taken inspo but i am genuinely not sure how much did i accomplice and also since it's my first-there aren't extremely elaborated parts since i am still learning. however, i think this turned out well and also made me horny mid morning- so *smiles awkwardly*.feel free to leave likes, comments, reblogs, asks and requests. All are heartily appreciated and will really make me blissful. please enjoy <3
attention-charlie puth
after hours-the weeknd
never be the same-camila cabello
one of the girls- the weeknd, JENNIE
bathroom-montell fish
Jeon jungkook is an asshole.
Uh, well, not according to the thousands of admirers who ooze their eyes out to fancy him. The people that admire the way he adjusts himself on his Ducati Panigale V4, takes a vainglory to flaunt his masculine haughtiness- a huff of his cigar, sweat slicked hair falling apart from his eyes, and a trademarked half-smirk. Casualty has never played a part in jungkook’s deal with his perspective of life. Call that the perks of being a hotshot biker of the biker’s church club or the mere fact that his male bosom boosts with a ego larger than any other in the arena- again, a hotshot and renowned biker of seoul.
The mania or passion that thrills the people is not just the way he slides his gloved fingers over the throttle or the way the machine responds to him, growling and roaring to take off any moment. And before he does? There’s that signature posture of helmet tucked under one arm, sleeves of his leather jacket rolled just enough to expose the infamous clocked tattoo, as if perfect timing ever had a lot on him. Pftt.
So when he takes off, engine thumping, wind tearing off the entire wilderness and the feral sound making a whoosh and a whir, the people cheer louder- flags and banners gets higher and higher by the same amount as jungkook rides, higher up touching the sky or his tires kissing the winning line. And there’s a designated level of adrenaline and fury that comes with winning almost everything. Jeon jungkook knows so better.
To south korea, jeon jungkook is an enigma. A gold plated recklessness. You can label all sorts of appellation to define jeon jungkook. Biker’s church club’s golden boy? Yes. Reckless and wild? Yes. Charming and fuckable? Yes. A fuckboy? Double yes.
The kind of nuisance that harbingers a massive trouble. The type of boy your mothers warn you to stay aloof of and the therapist begs you to forget. It is not his ideal fault to have a face that captivating or money that massive, gold rolled cigars and pumped bodies- nope, no steroids. Ages of torturing to look ideal. He has got a suit face, a beautiful aggression with a sharp jaw and brooding eyes. Talking sweet, working skillfully with fingers and trapping you into a labyrinth- he knows it well. Too well.
Now, he is an asshole. Just not a manipulative asshole. He lets woman come close in after-party rooms, hallway bathrooms or sometimes, his penthouse. He’s honest in the most brutal way. He will let you know his intentions that you will be ghosted soon. No promises or stupid ‘I love you’s’ if you assume that the way he held you meant something, that’s on you. Not him. Never him.
He loudly informs that he is a fuckboy who takes his vanilla time to fuck and then leave. Within you lies the decision at the other end.
Jeon jungkook is everywhere- like wildfire, like the moon seen by every star. A little dark, grayish all around adorned with gazillions of stars. In paper, in magazines, in shoots and in every other instagram reel that covers his reputation, scandals and all that media frenzy.
And maybe that’s what brasses off Eva Lee.
And to her, he is forever an asshole.
If jeon jungkook, to the world, is a fantasy, to eva lee, he is the worst kind of reality that was once hers.
An asshole who once was her boyfriend. Her fuck-buddy now.
Not really a buddy either. A person she messes with. A man, who she lets her to touched by, squeezed and gripped and teetered- all that filthy sorts.
It is so miserably twisted that way their relationship has transcended now. So fucking laughable. And to think, they were once each other’s ride or die.
Eva remembers the time, some four years back from the present.
It was the biker’s church’s after party. A party for some recent victory, a collective wins in a series of races between countries. For years, several racing clubs participates and aspires to win the final trophy. That year, it was in the hands of that club. The shining armor shaped like a wine glass- sparkling and glinting when light fell, decorated with fine carvings of diamonds, or rubies.
Eva had no impetus to attend the party. She was busy, signing off interview agreements, her schedule packing up vigorously while also keeping updates on her recent shoots going fervid. Her modeling career had just taken a stake- high level shit and scandalous news every day. Those flashlights and glam that clicked within the time she walked with her heels off through the red carpet.
Maybe only heavens knew how hard it was once, trying to nuzzle into the fashion industry- looking up to models, the way their cheeks flared and legs shone and how within the concurred sex appeal did they strike the hearts of all people around.
To be a model was not eva’s childhood dream, well merely a thought. By the age of 13, eva was certain she was required to follow her businessman father’s heavy footsteps and land onto the periphery of stock markets and spreadsheets.
But teenage confused the little dreaming girl. Reading became an addictive habit and when she flipped across cosmos and vogue magazines, more and more stars sprinkled upon those young eyes. In Paris, an old issue of vogue Italia infuriated her, the cover- this stark, with a woman unsmiling, no soft filter or glitter but a illusion of a storm within. The face was blunt- no expressions but little eva’s mind and heart expressed too much.
It was a harmless obsession-quietly at first. Campaigns were like textbooks and the models- were like angels, beautiful and bold. So eva was a little zealous all over trying to create a world which was far away from her upbringing.
She grew up n what most people would call privilege. Gold-threaded life. Father , a respectable and brooding businessman and mother, a lawyer. So you could imagine the power and command. She had drivers running, waiters serving, a summer house by the sea, and holidays in places with languages she couldn’t speak. She was lucky, true, but also was not oblivious. She learnt comfort does not shield one from struggle. It only changes the kind of struggle one faces.
It started with booking informal test shoots with photographers. Parents warned, tried diverting the young mind but it all stood unswervingly. Portfolios, castings and rejections were the initial steps to embark and of course being daddy’s little princess didn’t help. Not when the said dad had issues with her daughter chasing a dream different from what he wanted. So she had to started off individually- minimalist skincare brand. Lens flashed and so did her confidence. And when the indo- Italian photographer praised her eyes as inquisitive and that her body language had the effluent lust to beguile people, eva had been anything but skeptic. So now, eva lee was indeed to be model. A A-fucking-star model.
There was something beneath all that idea of lavishness that eva wanted to profit with. The extravagancy of everything. Pools of fame and luzury, wrapped only when she would attempt to ramp in front of millions. And that’s what she had achieved, slowly and articulately, to reach the peak.
It’s scrupulous to identify her in billboards that hung over the night skies, people everywhere wishing and chanting and howling out her names when she passed. It amazed her initially when everyone wanted to get her name, surreal and shocking. But then she prepared herself.
Now, does she like the fame? Yes, actually.
That’s not a humble answer people would like to hear. But that’s true. So predictably true. People cheering, photographs and everything. There was a thrill that lay with becoming a celebrity star after all that desire.
She needed the world to see her but more importantly, needed to show what she saw, and how that could look through her.
And by now, she was too busy to attend some fancy party with bikers, cigarettes and diesel. Will ripe the allure of softness she had built. But oh, she was also asked to make harmless scandels to stay trendy. She, like any other models, by now understood the fashion world where only beauty doesn’t prevail in the long run. You need headlines, some bold statements and tons of outrageous “unintentional” caught ups in public.
So she had to go, appear and smile.
The music in the club’s basement thumped through the bones, a deep bass line flowed. A elite private party with handpicked guests. A-list crowd mixing motor oil scent and expensive perfume. A blend of whiskey, leather jackets and red heels.
Eva entered with a sip of boredom behind her glossed lips. The venue was not particularly different from any other elite after parties she had ghosted in and out of.
Eva nodded at a few people she vaguely recognized from other press tables and runaways. She hugged few, puckered some kisses in the air. The party buzzed with chaos where everyone was talking too fast and moved too hastily. Music blared and quests suffused. It was exhausting and she wasn’t even twenty minutes in.
Her tequila stayed barren as she hung her head a little low, a little out of the sight in a small scoop.
From where she sat, she could identify people, who sometimes looked in her direction and had eyes of surprised recognition. She did not wish to be unnecessarily rude. So a half smile could pass.
Her eyes had barely halted to rest, and noises increased like a parsed mayhem. She could hear the faintest of a laugh or maybe two. Someone was laughing, someone just made out. Someone complaining or someone saying something like a faint- ‘ride or die baby, ride or die’ followed by a clink of the owner’s tongue. It sounded sultry, so hoarse and abrasive.
She followed the bearer of the sound. Someone tall, broad shouldered and near the far corner of the room, one arm slung around someone’s shoulders- some girl, tall and modelesque, lips parted In obvious amusement. The man had his head tilted low, whispering something in the blonde’s ear and under all that dim red and blue disco haze, eva could witness a cocky glint in his half-lidded eyes, the playful sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Eva found herself staring- black on black, plain shirt and leather jacket. Beautiful in an un conventional way- sharp jawline, nose a little crooked in the centre, a small noticeable scar and some inked artwork that eva couldn’t properly pencil but can imagine. Eva wondered wat is it like to stay so free and confident. She couldn’t really. She had to built a image that she was something intangible like a talisman. So what did this man have in him to bare everything and still be so abstruse and creditable?
She didn’t know his name. not yet. But-god help her-she was curious.
Curious in the way he drank his drink, neck titling back, jaw catching the pulse of neon light, a few strands that he swept off carelessly. His lips curled around the rim of the glass and hand flexed when he set it down. He was talking, some hush and a shush, she couldn’t decipher. His fingers played with the silver rings on his fingers, thumb dragging absentmindedly across metal like it was a muscle memory. He leaned to speak to someone on his left, some other guy, and equally hot but less intimidating, atleast to eva. He chuckled a little at their conversation. The blonde on the other side looked lazily amused, not that eva blamed her, and she received a grin from the same man.
Eva kept watching those half grins like a movie scene. Imagining if she got that grin, If he looked at her the way he looked at the girl, his cologne brushing against her skin. Maybe something woody and expensive. If those fingers, that now played and twisted his rings would skim the curve of her arm in passing or tuck a few strands of her hair while kissing, soft or no-rough, commanding. His hands on her waist, his chest against her.
The music changed, turned into some metallic chorus with verses too loud, trenching eva away from some wild dreams. She blinked.
Was that the knocking of some deep sleep that made her think like this or that maybe, she was, too needy of something. Either way, she was a celebrity who in mind had to direct her thoughts and keep them sober.
Nope, not a teenager in a club imagining strangers with mouths and scars. She chewed her cheeks, letting out a huff.
She took one last turn to notice if he was there. But her lips turned a little down, just a little. No more. He was gone, whoever he was. It was nice though, alluring but exciting to see a person sculptured so methodically.
Eva shook her head once, hard, almost like she was physically trying to dislodge the thought of some guy.
She turned, heels clacking, making soft excuse me to go out and head to the terrace. On the road, people are bound to recognize her and inside, she would be caught staring at a mere intruder. Not the best thing.
Up on the club’s terrace, the air was cooler. The music thumped faintly behind the walls. She leaned on the railing, one arm folded under the other, smoking a cigar.
From up here, Seoul glittered like it was alive, breathing.
“So, on a rate of 1-10, how intimidating is my face?” a voice spoke. Rough, abrasive- Wait a minute. Fuck.
“And you asking, why?” eva mumbled. Another huff.
“Figured, if one stares a little too long, they are either remembering where they saw me or…they are judging me” he came to stand beside eva.
“sure, I know I can be hot. Thought I was imagining but it was too long, man, thankyou pretty girl” his said snickering. Eva felt him staring at her, quite openly and so now he for sure was judging.
“you think highly of yourself” she let out a dry laugh.
“comes with the job” he replied “you would be cocky too If people photographed your bike more than your face”
“that your personality?” eva glanced at the keys, shiny and clipped to his belt loop.
He grinned “only the least complicated part of riding”
“-bikes?” that is a very odd thing to say.
He frowned slightly, letting out an almost amused smile “among other things”
Up close, he looked charming, almost flawless except for the scar which was really a suitable accessory adorned on his pretty face. The stubble around his jaw was intentional. And some eye-catching piercings, one on his bottom lip, another on his brows and a lot, lot more. The leather jacket now hung from one shoulder, smell full of cigarette and drinks and some…blonde. Not that eva gave a fuck.
“so” the said man speaks “what are you doing here, hiding?”
“I am not hiding?” eva spoke, hair flowing, hitting her cheeks.
He looked for a second then forwarded his hand to almost snatch the cigar away from eva and on his lips. “sure looked like it”
He tilted his head,eyes skimming her profile, “fair”
Eva gave a side-eye “do you make it a habit, talking to woman you catch staring at you?”
“well” he scrunched his nose “depends, if I am interested”
“and are you interested?”
He shook his head once, “no reason to not be interested in the eva lee”
Eva’s brows twitched just a little “so, you know me”
“who doesn’t?” he let out an obvious smile. Eva shrugged, taking her cigar back “so what now? You follow me out here to get my number?”
“I followed you because heavens forbid, I am awe-struck by thy beauty, m’lady” tattoo man emphasized and it took a second for eva to realize he was being sarcastic. He stopped laughing, realizing that was random. He coughed a little.
“you’re funny, because of course I am interested in you, and not even subtle. But yes, you are funny”
“that I am. People say so.” His lips flickered “ Plus I thought you can favor my company.”
“the number part is optional” he concludes.
“you always talk like this?” she asked, now a little more curious than before.
He raised his elbows. “only when I mean it”
“nah, you probably pull out these corny lines to every other lady” she shook her head, stabbing the cigar on the rooftop railing.
“that bothers you?” he asked and as an afterthought “m’lady?”
“you’re cocky” she remarked and he played along “you are beautiful”
“okay, who the hell are you?”
That made him stop bickering like earlier. He sat silent, for a second, maybe contemplating. As much as eva wanted this mystery man be gone, she couldn’t help asking who he is that has taken her precious curiosity.
“okay, I get it, you ar-“ “jungkook. Jeon jungkook” he murmured.
“never heard” eva replied and jungkook just snorted.
The neon lights behind them blinked in sync. Neon shadows ran across their faces. Pink, blue, bussing and flashy.
“I still don’t get why you…here” eva looked at him “you wanna get laid becau-“
“I don’t do that with women who have already made up their minds about me” he said casually.
She tilted her head, half-chuckling “and what do you think I have decided?”
Jungkook gave a very small smirk, all that troubling and looked directly into her eyes. So bold, so desparate. Eva had never felt more conflicted.
“that you’re going to fall In love with me anyway, so why rush it?”
Oh, jeon-fucking-jungkook.
A bump on her car ride halts her thoughts that she would rather burn. Eva let out a long, slow breath as the night city swamped past her car windows- seoul’s night life. Always glowing, like a fever dream. It rained in the morning, and the weather is still wet and peachy.
Her fingers were tightened around the steering wheel. Her phone, silent, and kept on the cup holder was used too many times a little before. It glowed with messages eva wished she didn’t go through.
Jungkook:
I’ll come around 9 pm.
No denials.
Last time, it was urs.
There was nothing surprising in this. This was their usual routine, unwritten but understood. Days picked out like cold appointments, when they fucked and didn’t talk unless they It was something knotty.
However, today has been a hectic day for eva. Fresh with meeting some Spanish sponsors to invest in her newly flourishing fashion brand and following to meet some interviews. A public press meet, some nagging guests, a two or three deals and what not. She was exhausted. The awful and untimely rain was nothing helpful either, only patched her timings. She has three emails flagged urgent, a 9A.M. shoot call first thing tomorrow and ofcourse, the presence of a persistent tightness in her lower back from standing on heels for four hours. She has been looking upto a warm bath, an exfoliating scrub, microwave soup and a bit of any show to feel normal again.
Instead, she is driving, presently, through the city. Low hum of tires on asphalts, heading towards her private penthouse suite she swears not to go every time.
She has called him before; listing her issues and that, by no means today was a good day. But jungkook has a big ego, bigger than the toned chest he has made, that made him pick up the last time they had sex which was her call, not his. A week ago. And he didn’t refuse instead helped her strip off herself from her black lacy dress and then grazed his teeth, nipping her collarbone, sweetly. And so, this was his turn to get back what he showered.
Now, jungkook isn’t to blame completely. Eva could have sternly said a “no”, cut the call- block and all that if she wanted to. It is not like they are children trying to sneak out to do nasty things but mere adults who should respect a boundary.
But did she call him, daring a challenge that she cannot, at all given her circumstances meet and have sex? No.
Because everything involving jungkook has always been a labyrinth of confusion and betrayals to her own heart.
Her brain hisses at her to turn the wheel the other way. Go home, be smart and powerful. Have the upper hand. But her hands stay steady, traitorous and stubborn.
She tells herself it is all about being fair. That he was calling the shots tonight because she has had the last time. She omits the part where she will very likely love to have him hover over her, low breaths and sounds of intentional whimpers that drive her crazy. Only about being fair. Only.
The lights blur past. She barely notices the city anymore. Her head spirals with the echo of the night they first met- ride or die, baby. Ride or die. How she wishes they didn’t meet that day, his laugh and all that weirdness. How he said her name like it was some secret he was not supposed to know.
It was the beginning, a beautiful beginning that at one point felt like a vibrant future but things, when it comes to love, just don’t dribble smoothly.
Now it is complicated, and twisted. It is her knees hitting the back of a leather couch or her voice biting out a warning to leave after or his back retreating towards the bathroom while she stares at the ceiling, mind blank and full of guilt.
She turned left, parking in her usual spot when she enters the gates of her penthouse. Her hands grip the wheel, as she hopes maybe if she sits still, time will reverse. She will be in her actual house, warm rice and sandalwood perfume and not this version of herself.
In the elevator, she can see her reflection in the transparency of the walls- a woman in a structured blazer, lips still lined perfectly and eyes rimming in a tired kind of black.
She has no reason to be pissed off at jungkook. If anything, she needs to hates herself- unlove this place and her and forget jeon jungkook ever existed.
Eva steps in, pressing the code to the penthouse.
Jungkook has called and she hated it. Hates him.
But she is here, In body and soul, isn’t she?
The front door clicks shut behind her.
Eva steps out of her heels first. The sharp clack of them hits the marble, echoing too loudly. Her penthouse is dimly lit, washed in the golden glow of the city. The scent, notes of lavender with a tinge of rose petals, expensive and sultry, mixes with a hint of black orchid.
The walls were a deep, moody gray, and smooth concrete framed by shadowy beige and golden accents. There is a floor-to-ceiling window that bore out over the city. The Han River could be seen flowing, gently, unbothered of the turmoil elsewhere. The living room was low-lit, amber lights and smoky crystal sconces. One or two separated couches, a fancy dining table, a plush cream sectional curve in the middle of the space, and a sleek untouched fireplace. No tv. Not a place for entertainment.
A open kitchen rests at a side with a fridge that probably consist of everything rotten. A lot of wine- deep red and chilled whites, lined up like sacred lovers in waiting. Coffee table, a meaningless book shelf.
And her bedroom- the heart of it all.
King sized bed resting low to the floor, drapes in deep cream sheets and an unreasonably soft gray duvet. Minimal pillows and displaced cushions.
A big stony bathroom with mirrors and a tub that can fit two. Steam that clings to the glass. Nothing extravagant-some soap, towels, or maybe someone’s ring that was left in a hurry and never got out of it.
This penthouse was not a home. Just a bearer of her own sins she repeatedly prayed not to commit. The sin is not cheating- hell, she is not married and neither is cheating, just only coming back to someone who is not hers. How pathetic. How pathetic eva.
Only if the media knew this, the people that look upon her knew this- but lust does blasphemy and sometimes, the high takes you to things you cannot return from.
Eva still thinks back to the day they thought of this ironic deal- no strings attached, fucking your ex-boyfriend. Shameful. So shameful.
The day was 9 months ago.
Some months after their break-up.
The post break up part was not even about healing. It was about some lingering attachments that refused to wither just so easily. Like signs- stupid signs- that the universe kept placing in eva’s path just to mock her.
Maybe a playlist they once shared, a leather jacket that looked like his, sometimes a scent- smoky vetiver and pepper, reminding her things.
And sometimes, the feverish and vivid dreams. Not even the soft, romantic ones where he kissed her like she was his whole world. No, those were forgivable.
But the ones where they fought. Where she screamed at him for leaving and he just stood there-silent, beautiful, infuriating-until she woke up gasping for air, with nothing but silence and sweat in her sheets.
And now people would think the poised and elegant eva lee was mistreated, and her feelings were tawdry against jungkook’s counterfeited ones.
However, she initiated the break-up. And now people would ask why? And she would not answer.
Shit was, really, fucking, complicated.
They had tried to be civil post break-up. Tried to pretend they could run into each other at events and keep things polite. Nothing was ever, really, graceful anyway. It was clear- there was loathing and disdain all over.
It had been six months that they had broken up. Done with each other and long passed the naivety of feeding delusions. Eva believed jungkook didn’t really care about how fucked up they were or that anything about the break up had affected him or not.
Hell, she didn’t see him around for 3 months now- as if he disappeared, quite suddenly, in the thin air. Like a memory that had erased itself.
A person can deny feelings. Can deny how their heart can thump and flip. Can control emotions if needed. But hunger? Lust? That has to be one of the sickest sins of the seven that are there.
So when jungkook and eva meet, once again, under critical circumstances at some auction party, it was too poignant and obscure to ignore the need to just come undone against each other.
A lot of things happened that night. Like when jungkook took a step further to kiss eva, she didn’t refuse.
When eva pulled him evn closer, tugging at jungkook’s buttons, he let her.
Or when in some unknown place that they moaned and whimpered, they let themselves be- for one night. They said- one night. Sure.
But jungkook was not a ephemeral drug. He was like a ever consuming one- like nicotine or all those sorts.
And eva, beautiful eva, was everything that jungkook wanted. Every single thing about eva.
That changed into an unspoken routine and when they were released of those hormones did they acknowledge these obsession they had got with each other. But it was too late.
So that was it then, a kiss- then nakedness and a lot of noises that they shouldn’t be appealed to.
The door clicked. Past memories stand in past tense.
And just like all other days that had been spent here, in a morbid secrecy, once again, there would be one- filled with everything but love.
“nice to see you knock” eva mumbled dryly, sipping her drink.
Jungkook walked in, unbothered, dressed in shades of black and grey. As the hell knows, jungkook is a horrendous kind of appeal, and so when he has the black translucent mesh top underneath that revealed his toned chest contours, it looks like it is deliberately worn. And somehow to contrast the bold cloth, he has put on some structured oversized blazer.
He looks like he came hurriedly from something formal- hair layered and jelled, a two or three locks falling. And if that’s not everything that commands- “come, fuck me”, then eva doesn’t know what is.
“you didn’t answer the doorbell last time” he says, shrugging as he tossed the keys of his car on the kitchen table and then helped himself retrieve a bottle from the fridge. Yes, a cotes du Rhône. Classic jeon jungkook.
“that’s a cue that I wasn’t in the mood for visitors” her jaw clenches a little.
“but I am not a visitor, am i?” jungkook smirks.
Eva gets up slowly, the cut of the navi blue sundress reveals her bare thigh just a little.
She takes some step, a small breathe and jungkook’s eyes wavered. Always amused by her tactics.
Her nose scrunches timidly, “where did you come from?”
“a board meeting, why?” he muses.
“no, thought I got a scent of some women’s perfume” she mumbles walking close to him. “must be nice, to get laid two times, you’re a pro” she smiles. Eva has got a thing with playing stupid games she is going to regret later.
“ah, there she goes, accusing me” jungkook snorts putting down his wine. “and who, god forbid, would tell her she is fucking some A-class actor in paris and getting caught on balconies with” he states flatly, voice like smoke and worn leather. “must be nice. To be publicly adored”
Oh. Right. Some actor. She almost has forgotten. Jungkook always reminds her of things she will try her best to omit.
Eva laughs, a cruel and sexy sound. “jeon jungkook, are you jealous?”
He takes a step close, chest touching one another’s “not at all, just surprised you have lowered your standards”
She narrows her eyes “says the man who had a brunette in his bed last weekend. Pftt. Was stalking your club mates”
“well, she talked less, sucked better” jungkook chews his teeth, leaning closer.
“better, as in-better than me?”eva licks her tongue.
Eva was not sure what she was playing at. Only that jungkook looked so fucking bang-able, if that’s even a word. And suddenly all her remorse went down the lane.
Jungkook brings his face close to her ear, lips brushing “atleast she didn’t pretend she hated me while dripping down my fingers”
Eva’s jaw tightened. But losing to jungkook? Never.
“that’s because she wasn’t important enough to hate. Sucks” jungkook stills because maybe, that cuts.
They don’t flinch. Neither ever does. Love was off the table.
Jungkook’s tongue ran over his teeth. God, she was infuriating. Annoyingly infuriating.
He grabs her by the waist, harsh. He tilts his head ever so slightly, muscles underneath his jaw twitching very lightly. “keep talking like that” he mutters leaning close to nibble softly on eva’s lower lip “and I will fuck you so fucking hard you won’t be able to find a solid excuse to give your fuck ass Parisian boyfriend when you go to him with your stuck up little conscience limping and wearing nothing but the scent of me, eva lee.”
What that enough to turn on a 29 year old woman soaking wet?
Eva grabs jungkook’s blazer around the collar, pulling him in for a long and eager kiss. He deepens the kiss almost immediately and pushed his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a moan.
It doesn’t take a second before a metallic glint gets twisted along with his tongue on hers. A piercing. A tongue piercing. Eva feels she may lose the last thread of control any time soon.
Jungkook pushes eva down the sectioned couch, the blinds are turned to not please the outside people of this heinous act inside.
Eva’s posture lay barren on the couch, the blue dress caressing a minimal of her thighs while also revealing the lacy garment underneath.
She could hear the clattering of metal as he discards his belt, almost equally hungry. However, eva can notice a slight of unusual urgency in jungkook’s actions as if he has no extra time but to devour eva as soon as possible. Hungry and needy. Good for her.
He advances, hovering over her, removing all the messy shreds of her hair as if they play a taunting game of teasing the already frustrated boy.
One hand under her head on the couch, jungkook’s fingers slowly move to the lining of the underwear, helping her undress. Her soaked core clenches but she won’t really admit that. That is jungkook’s work to find out how and where to pleasure her.
She adjusts herself looking down where jungkook has put the underwear to the side, dangling around her knees. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, jungkook caresses her clenched entrance.
He nibbles the side of her lobe, smirking on noticing how her muscles tighten and he is very much the teaser. “so eager for me, pretty girl?”
Eva rolls her eyes, upholding her eye level just to meet his “just fuck me already, we both know there’s not much time”
“true” he says, moving his eyes. Eva grows a little confused. What’s up with him today? Probably not because he is not in the mood else he wouldn’t have called.
His fingers line towards the core, fingers that want to be filled in, all white and smooth. Eva’s chest heaves as she clears her throat, her hand moving towards her bosom, trying to feel every bit of it. He moves his hands, deliberate and urgent, the raspy and lewd sounds of wetness accompanying her gravelly moans.
Now, eva can fuck whoever the hell she likes, and they can make her feel just as satisfied but jungkook, he has the power to throw her to the gates or nirvana and that, she will admit, is just his excellent fingering skills and not how much he eager she gets for him.
Her eyes are shut, lips trembling as jungkook’s fingers, now two, inside her moves with equal intense. She is about to come undone, the urgency helping her release every frustration of the day. The little ridge, like the perfect g-spot, has been only used by him and him alike, like he knows every other inch that has to be perfectly cradled with to help her. There, there, just there. Don’t stop, just like that, yes. Please.
Even the weather growls once, as if the weather is playing its part to come undone too, pouring its own relaxation in the form of cold and dull raindrops.
Eva’s eyes shut open. Glaring.
Jungkook grins “needed a drink”
He gets up, huffing and fixes his air. He tosses his blazer somewhere eva is too annoyed to notice.
“what’s wrong with you?” she coos, throwing her head back on the ccouch.
“I love watching you getting the frustration I get every time I see your legs on the covers”
“and jeon jungkook is all about being jealous today” eva says, grabbing the wine bottle.
Jungkook gulps down the sip, eyeing eva once and then walking to the window that stands viewing the Han River. Yes, jeon jungkook is out of place and acting odd today.
Eva lies blinking a little too many times then mixes her dress, “I’ll be….in the bedroom” he says.
Eva stands in front of the mirror in their master bedroom, caressing herself, touching and wondering how long will it take for jungkook’s hands to replace hers. Impatient, wanting.
As if on cue, jungkook enters the room, noticing eva. He comes behind, placing a small smooch on her shoulder. Eyes up, he trails his tongue along the nape of her neck, letting out a small gasp from eva. His hands move to remove the lacy sundress down to her waist, squeezing her breasts as If he has the perfectly curved hands to fondle with them.
Eva moves ahead, turning around, holding his forearm. She lowers herself down the carpeted floor and unbuttons the bottoms of his jeans. Jungkook only admires, his hands around the fluff of her hair.
She palms his rigid bulge through his clothing. He watches her fingers caress his cock, biting her lips trying to stifle her amusement.
Wrapping her fingers around it, her tongue slides out of her mouth and licks a stroke up to the top of it. Those smudged eyes of her looking up ever so innocently.
Jungkook can forever carve this view. Even ink it if it was respectfully possible.
At this time, she looked so fucking pornographic. So eager, desperate. And jungkook has no issues getting teased and played.
Eva takes him into her wet mouth, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks. She feels him throb, let out a grunt and it satisfies her. It’s not every day the jeon jungkook gets to be this undone by woman. She will like to think it’s only her attempt to make him feel. Her possession.
She pushes her hair out of her face and jungkook gathers her hair tighter thrusting himself against her, making her move herself in sync with his own throbbing.
She removes it out of her mouth, only the tip of her tongue touching his. Taunting and explicitly making him annoyed. Foreplay is all about teasing and letting out reactions even though both are going to fuck hard just a little later, right?
She knows jungkook is frustrated and she moves back, still kneeling.
Jungkook kneels himself, hands till tightened around her silky hair. He kisses her hard, lips twisting and playing and then helps her stand up, almost throwing on the bed.
“on the bed, bra off” he orders climbing himself as well.
Her back is against the headboard, while he closes the distance as his tongue finds her nipple, serpentine against the hardened core and sucking them as long as he wants. Eva knows she will end up writhing having his tongue flicker all over, making her wet and filthy but that does not matter not when she could feel his pre-cum leaking, and the idea of her being all used up, in good ways, by jungkook makes her insatiable.
As much as jungkook wants to play it coy or look all nonchalant about not wanting to nibble each part of her, he has long around been patient.
Jungkook’s elbows rest on either side of eva’s head, all tangled with her soft hair. His nose nuzzles with hers, lips plucking on her cheeks. The clink of a silver chain dangles detached from his neck, and to where her chin meets his bare torso. Eva’s lips waver to hold the chain, creating a distraction and tug at it. Jungkook believes she is going to be the death of his.
Watching eva bite her lips, so red and plum, as her hands tighten around jungkook’s bare back, looking every bit the celestial angel that has come tonight to be worshipped by him. To hell with patience.
“you look so fucking gorgeous” jungkook hums against her breast, lips trailing down to reach the abdominal layer.
Her legs clench which makes him frown. He pressed her legs apart, where her hole lies-wet and liquefied to the extreme that jungkook wants to have every bit the taste-always has.
“that” he points to the wetness “is all mine”
Lowering himself, his shoulder squelching as his tongue licks across the top of her clit. When he hears her moan, that he looks up with only his eyes- “like that?”
When eva gives no dissatisfaction, jungkook continues, head buried deep as he licks up and down, helping you lose in the ecstasy.
Eva is leaking around his fingers as he spreads her even more. He moves his fingers too, near the entrance of her hole with his tongue parching the clenches parts of her clit. There’s no dignity in the way he will leave you tethering.
“so sweet, so fucking sweet” he muses, his own tongue filled with the warmth of the creamy liquid. He gathers the creamy slick.
“don’t sto-fuck” eva mumbles, head leaning back, holding onto the ivory sheets, that lay wrinkled.
He moves up, grabbing her hand to move back. Her bare back on display for him to play however the fuck he wants.
“bend over, pretty girl” and eva follows, wanting to be ordered. To be so submissive that she will forget there was ever a side that wants to dominate him to.
The tip of his cock nudges slowly and gently at first, the hole spreading by the coarseness of the shaft. Eva curses, her neck sweat and nails pinning against the headboard. He pushes himself, once or twice and then repeatedly. His hips picking up pace, molded with her throaty moans.
One hand on her ass, jungkook’s fingers tangle around her hair, that smells so addictive jungkook has lost himself. He pulls her arched back, maintaining his pace. She lets out whimpers of pleasure as jungkook hands get a grip of her neck, almost choking her.
His teeth graze her neck, nibbling enough to leave purple bruises. Then her little boyfriend would question and jungkook will be so, so proud. “tell me, does he make you feel like this, hmm?” he mewls, his body clammy against her.
She can barely form words, her own lips smudged and eyeliner dripping down.
“n-no” she shutters, feeling him thrust hard and sloppily.
“properly. Does he? Has he? Will he?” he practically growls, hand clasping her throat as her hands find the need to capture his hand, wanting to make him stop and go harder simultaneously.
“you. Only you” she moans and that fuels jungkook. He will like to go deeper and fuck her so sweetly, that she will forget every other man that have had the ability to fuck her pretty cunt.
Her lips find his as he controls his pace, now a little gentle but still making her writhe.
He throws her over again, bending her against him, breaking apart their contact. He looks dangerously sweaty, his fingers dripping with all her sweetness. The thing made by him, only for him.
Eva grows impatient, so eager to cum that all sense of morality has ceased to exist. She crawls to jungkook, grabbing the side of his neck and kiss. Jungkook hisses when she bits his lip, almost as hard for the blood to ooze out. He grabs her gently, even though her sudden dominance has left him bruised with his ego.
Eva grazes his wrist, pulling close, smiling ever so evil- a mastered smile to pull out for every model shoot. Seduction is a thing eva has learnt, thought it will not be needed for jungkook but she has a knack to play with death and danger, the sole reason as to why she chose jungkook as her boyfriend in the first place.
She places him against the wall of the bed, groveling closer againt his ear. Her hands traces his shaved jaw, his pretty lips and then she whispers, ever so lightly that will for sure have jungkook to beg.
“fuck me sweetly, pretty please”
That will do. Jungkook grabs her back, placing her on his lap. She puts her legs on either of his hips, rubbing her clenched clit against his pulsating dick.
Her face breathes near his by the time he inserts himself against her. light moans and groans get filled with the pattering rain outside. The weather was windy but there was only steam raised up with the unusual heat.
Jungkook’s arms were around her tightened hips, guiding her as always. Her hands on his hair, pulling and tugging at every other pain that jungkook will very likely love to endeavor without any complains.
He is thrusting against her, deliberately hitting her favorite spot. There was a tune to the way both their bodies moved against each other. This moment does not make jungkook think of any other race, rarely, but has ever lost. Eva doesn’t remember any insult. Only them, only each other.
His lips gave hollow kisses on her neck, wanting more of eva’s moans to reach his ears. To be completely affected and addicted by the sexy and lustful sounds she can make.
Eva is beyond the level of pleasure she can receive. “shit, shit-fuck” she whimpers. Jungkook helps her adjust her hair, now clammy and against her pretty face.
Jungkook races his pace, determined and so focused on to let eva release her high. He has never been so out of control with any one else, not even on the tracks when his aim was to only win. Here, now, there’s no winning- only wanting to make love to a woman he can never make a future with.
Not that he doesn’t wish, only that eva thinks it’s this weird fucking schedule they have. Jungkook will like to think that make love-beautifully. Complicated but just her and only her.
Fuck if there was ever any other woman.
“want to keep fucking you forever, eva” he mumbles, sucking her nipples.
Eva has gained her breath, now a little in between her control “I have shoots to do tomorrow”
“or you could just leave everything and ride in Harleys with me” he mutters, quickly. “you know, ridin’…Harleys in….” he grins. Eva lets out an unwanted chuckle.
“surely” he whispers, teeth gazing her ear, her neck, her hair, her everything.
Both were pacing up, trying to fuck as long as they want but their bodies wont really compromises because losing control has always been their suite with each other.
“cum with me, all over me, just me” he says, placing half kisses all over her shoulder as she moves, rubbing against her.
“the world doesn’t revolve around you” she says. Will not leave a chance to bite at jungkook’s cocky habits. Jungkook likes it anyway.
“bullshi-fuck!” she curses just as jungkook inserts hander, willingly to shut her bitchy mouth up.
“I am so sorry” he coos, looking up with his doe eyes.
“fuck you” she growls “you are” he mumbles.
They both moved. Jungkook is losing his loads, wanting to unload every creamy spurt all over her, coating her with everything that’s there.
Her forehead leans to touch his, a little gentle. She is moving and moving, wanting to come apart as forever. There’s no need to restrain herself.
Eva’s stomach crumbles, feeling the knot of nirvana reaching her. she moans heavily, letting out the last breath of her high. Unaware that jungkook watches her come undone, a light smile, having nothing but warmth that has, shamefully, long gone but back whenever with her.
She moves herself, hurriedly to let her feel his cum too.
He grabs his throbbing cock and slides himself fully into her mouth, guiding her hair by the ponytail he has got a hold of. His grunts intensifies eva’s will to make him cum. His eyes roll a little, feeling her body go rigid the more she sucks.
Eva’s jaw started to get tired but she wants more. See the strongest man she knows get affected as much as she wants. Else wise she will yell and shout how much she hates him for ruining her both mentally and physically. But now, like this, hate is a word long banished, there’s only desire to collide, to tether at the edge and have the Buckingham palace appaear in the form of jungkook’s nakedness.
Her red lips wraps his dick lightly, molding and twisting. Jungkook’s release was building and his grip on her hand fastens, wanting her to come duck better, more than right now. Have all of him, his on her, her on hers too.
He guides her to coax up and down. Eva relinquishes the control, to the point of gagging. Jungkook was mewling, groaning by the mess eva has created.
When the pressure of his orgasm builds, he became breathless, pulling his cock out and on her face. Her chocolate orbs sparkled with such intensity jungkook, once again, wants to stay buried within her.
“where do you want me?” he grunts, impatient.
Eva scoots closer, kneeling. Her palms red. “on here, please”
Jungkook releases, the raspy cum all over, making her lick her tongue. Jungkook is sometimes so surprised by her boldness as if even fucking again and again will not recompense how high jungkook gets with her.
Like she is angel, a diving sculptor only kept to be admired. But there, she is, so spectacularly licking her tongue, eyes wide and a mix of everything jungkook sees as his future home.
He helps her get up. He knows the ritual now. She will go ahead, take a warm bath, forget she ever begs, as guilt will engulf her. Back to the old rhythm jungkook so fucking hates.
Eva walks over, plucking some soft towels, and open the door of the bathroom with a clack. She will not lock, traditionally. Let it open.
Jungkook walks over to the balcony, after putting on his jeans. Smoking has been a realief- a better drug than eva. Atleast it says it will intoxicate you with a previous warning. Doesn’t abandon you as well.
Seoul has bared its soul with a thunderous rain. Has been all the day. Jungkook eyes looks over the night-still glowing even under the thunder and winds. His eyes do not reach himself, betraying himself. What is he doing here? What is the need to be here?
The smoke he is taking whirls in front of him, like puffs matching his own emotions. Tangled and messy.
Jungkook loves to be pleasured by woman who sees him as some idol that can fulfill their undying sexual desires. Jungkook likes to play that way, takes all the control mostly, and then have them leave.
So, what’s here? He has asked himself that a lot of times and now there’s no answer.
Eva thinks he’s a heartless bastard without any moral sense. He will like to think he is. a selfish and pathetic person, opportunist too. All that synonyms. He will let eva think whatever she thinks.
She has always been like that- putting her own thoughts before his. But he will not call her toxic, crazy or insane. To him, she is so beautiful, so intangible that having her like that under him has kept him coming back like a magnet.
He will like to stay unvalued if that means eva will let him touch her.
Jungkook thinks of the breakup they had. So strangely, unpredictably.
Sure he had been busy for long, to the point coming to eva felt like a burden. Not that he will deny. There were races, endorsements, team meetings that turned into all-nighters, breakdowns of both bikes and contracts and the general exhaustion that came from maintaining an image as seouls’ underground racing champion.
He was busy. He was unavailable.
Emotionally detached like he has always have been. He didn’t understood he could be doing this when they first made love, then kissed and then promised each other a relationship. Jungkook was so deep into his feelings for eva that the retrospective of what could have happened if he put on his issues, didn’t enlighten him then.
He thought his usual distance would make eva understand-she is a celebrity too. That she would wait. That there was strength of what they had could survive a few unanswered calls, a few delayed flights and some miscommunication.
Apparently he was wrong. He knows better now. He might have never made her feel that he was still hers and her, his through all that chaos. Assumed that she would fill in the blanks with her own certainty. Only If, now that he thinks, he could have done things differently- said words he meant. Kissed, said he loved her and all that.
Eva had it all- money, fame, success and praises. So why would jungkook’s absence hurl her? that was jungkook’s wrong thinking because the only thing eva ever wanted was him. His little presence, a little enthusiasm in her works or whatever normal couples do.
Jungkook thought eva was better-alone but knowing he was there. And eva had a thing with romanticizing silence. She started filtering what she told him-the fights with her brand manager, the anxiety before fashion weeks, and all that media nightmares. She thought his absence meant he didn’t care or that, as they say, a silent minds leads to the bundle of issues and misunderstandings. Trust stood on the line, where she thought he was out there with someone else.
Thought what people would think. That hurt more than she ever let on. She acted like she didn’t need him anymore. Like he was just one more man in her life who was too selfish to really understand her. Maybe he was. But she never expressed it. Never gave him a chance to try. She’d walk past him in their shared apartment with the same calm indifference she used for paparazzi. Cold. Composed. Professional.
That was the thing about Eva. She was brilliant at performing love -radiant smiles, forehead kisses, and whispered “goodnights” over champagne glasses. But beneath that, she was scared. Scared of needing someone who wouldn’t stay. So she stopped needing. And Jungkook didn’t notice until she’d already stopped.
They both began to live parallel lives under the same roof like touching the same walls, sleeping in the same bed, but drifting like unmoored satellites. He kept chasing adrenaline. She kept chasing control. And neither of them had the energy to sit down and ask, “Are we okay?”
One thing led to another-missing birthdays, each other’s championships, fashion shows and all that. It was not really about those terms either, because all circled to the fact that they were too busy aiming careers that love became sidetracked. Came to the point it felt like they have used each other for sex, for lust and no real feelings. It’s easier to think like that.
So, when people pressurize her with love-bombing questions about jeon jungkook as the boyfriend. Media wanted pictures, that didn’t thrill her anymore.
They fought over the unexpected break up agreement by eva just a little. Like, for the sake of fighting. She made the decision. He handed her the reason.
He didn’t beg. Didn’t show up at her door in the rain. Didn’t fight or did anything to keep her. thought it was better to let her go and have her deserve what she truly deserves. He thought staying would be the same as losing her-either way, she was gone.
And he let her, like a dumbfuck coward. The new boyfriend of hers is better, atleast is happy to har her. Might worship the ground she walks on. That is what Eva deserves
Not a stupid, jeon jungkook. People worships him, throws banners and adoration for what? He is a sick man. Who is proud to let go of his love. How shameful. How unmanly.
And so, when they made the offer of fucking without strings- jungkook thought it would be a way to apologize for all that he did as a pathetic lover. He will touch her like a man who has no right to ask for anything else. Will fuck her like an apology wrapped silently. That’s the least he can do.
Eva is a precious ruby, a rarest wonder built with finery as If the heavens took a personal time to create her. Her eyes, that glowed, like a mix of brown and hazel under moonlight. Her cheeks, toned but soft, sometimes sparkles under the dusky warmth. And then there’s her rounded lips so appealing and plump and what not. Her body-god heavens, her curves and every other shred of the skin he gets to touch. Oh, how lucky, isn’t he?
Eva must be kind letting a man as horrendous and pathetic as jeon jungkook still touch her. how, jungkook cannot fathom.
Only now that he stands overlooking the river flowing gently, rain a little heavier now, he thinks how close they were to achieve the stars if not the storm had arrived.
Ride or die, baby. Ride or die.
The bathroom tiles are cold now, done by the harsh wind outside. There’s some crippled leaves lying that has come from the window.
Eva lies on the tub, with the water running-half a turn hotter, then back a notch, something out of a habit more than desire. There are steams curled up that fogs the mirror near the tub. She cannot see her reflection right now but it might be one of contrition and self-hatred. Her undergarments were in a heap of the closed lid. The bra and her cotton panties. Minimal and nothing fancy.
Eva sinks into the water, slowly and carefully to engulf the silence ever more. The water falls on her thighs, her waist that still ached after the aftermath. The collarbones shiver with the heat while the purple bruise over there makes her hiss. She lets her knees fold, the water hugging like a blanket, protecting her. her skin looks pale and a mix of flushed pink now.
Usually, she lights candles, plays music and romanticize even though there’s nothing so blissful about it. However, tonight her muscles are a little too sore and her head hurt. Her heart is tired too. That was all.
She, has, throughout the night noticed the unusual approaches of jungkook- softer than regular, a little close, and at times his eyes looked like it wanted to ooze out and tell things he cannot. Why, why, why.
She should not care. Caring meant losing, weakening. But something about how jungkook touched her today. What was it?
When eva tries to move, she winces due to the dull ache in her lower back. Bubbles start to ripple and circulate -a mix of lavender and fresh lotus, like how she wants. Like how he wants her to want.
She tucks one foot under the other, toes brushing the curve of the drain. Water sloshes gently with the bubbles. The glass of wine she poured earlier is on the sink of the counter. She wants to drink some that can soothe all the pain.
A faint sound of someone approaching rings near her ears. She lets he eyes rest. She can never be prepared to whatever jungkook tells.
Jungkook quietly comes, leaning against the counter, in front of the mirror. The warm haze of steam meets him immediately, clinging to his already sweaty skin. The light overhead was a faint yellow only casting a grainy, golden tint.
Jungkook watches her. The angel. His pretty girl. Well, once.
Her collarbones peek through the surface of the bubble bath. A few droplets linger at the base of her throat. Her hair has fallen out of the messy bun in paces, loose strands curling damply against her shoulder.
Jungkook gazes at the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Beautiful. The way her fingers flexed occasionally under the surface causing the bubbles to pop. Beautiful too. A small bruise near her neck, made by him only for him to witness. That was beautiful. Those gentle breaths, those lashes that flutters, as if it knows jungkook presence but refuses to acknowledge.
That was beautiful too. Her hating him was gorgeous, fitting.
Her lips part, jungkook sees.
“On a rate of 1-10, how intimidating is my face?” she mutters. Jungkook has to smile.
She remembers. Their little secret.
“so much I can go another round” he tells because he cannot tell “so much, I want to hodl you, hug you, kiss you, tell you I am yours and only yours”.
“you are a fucking man whore. Nuisance to society” eva muses “menace kind”
“please don’t call me for two weeks. I have loads to do” she tells, rising up to get out of the tub. Her skin glowing like hues of golden and something blush has poured upon.
Jungkook goes silent. Once again, that baffles eva. She looks straight to his eyes-that always looks unreadable. “what’s the matter with you?”
“eva” he speaks, so silently loud that their heartbeats could be heard maybe “I am moving to vegas. Tomorrow”
“oh” her face is rid of all that blush that was there just a second later”umm, like a club trip?”
Jungkook lets out a low chuckle “not really. It’s a contract with an affiliate club-li-like joint races, sponsorship gigs and maybe collab. Might take some years”
Silence slams into the room. Eva doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink.
“Congratulations” she muses.
Jungkook shakes his head once “Vegas is like a way out, all sorts of glam and all that. Nice place. Good money”
Eva steps out, tying the towel tight against her “good for you, yeah”
He bends his head slightly trying to decipher eva’s motions. “are you not happy for me?”
“not really. But yeah, good to know” she says, clenching her jaw. Jungkook steps forward, wanting to hold eva’s hands. Eva only backs off.
“since when have you received this…opportunity?” she asks, her damped hair dripping water.
“maybe, a month ago, I don’t kno-“
“and you didn’t tell me!” she turned. Jungkook can see how furious she is.
“we don’t talk normally, do we? Also yes-I am telling you now”
“why did I ever expect anything else either, jeon jungkook. Go ahead, kudos to your hardwork, chase your dreams, be rich”
“that was aggressive, thankyou, pretty girl”
“stop calling me that” there was a glare in eva’s face. And jungkook is a little annoyed too.
“what? What are you so pissed off about?” he stands up, leaning close “you wanted me gone from the face of earth, so what proposition do you have now?”
eva furrows, the little droplets still falling, one, two. “you want to know what I have to say?” she yells “I don’t want you to go to Vegas”
his brows twitch “funny. Don’t do this, eva. I already booked the flight”
“I have promised my mates”
“break it. You’re good at it”
Eva pushes jungkook as he leans against the counter “you don’t get to fuck me jungkook and then leave. It was a mistake first time but not now, you promi-fuck that! We wanted this, don’t we?”
“and what is this?” jungkook accuses, trying to calm her
“this. Look, we broke up and that’s true but we were good with this, it is some other woman? You like someone else now?” eva asks, her tone rough now “if that’s the reason, I get it, you should-“
“stop this eva, you are hurting yourself” jungkook holds her wrist. He knew she will say something but never thought she can say things he never imagined. Didn’t she say she hates him?
“am I ?” eva clears her throat, her arms around his neck “then help me! Don’t leave me”
“you broke up with me, eva” jungkook mutters, his lips just over his “it wasn’t me, it was you. I begged you not to, I asked you what did I do wrong an you left. Why act now that you care?”
Eva looks down “alright then, I am a world-class pathetic person. I am selfish and so stubborn and I don’t care about anyone” her voice breaks. Her hands slip from jungkook’s neck “and I am sorry”
Jungkook looks else where. This is not the time for this. He promised himself he will just say his plan and walk away.
Instead he finds himself caressing her cheeks, his palm on either cheeks of her-his thumb gracing her like she is so precious, which indeed she is. “look at me”
Eva’s eyes travels to everywhere but on his. “I am a bad, bad person, eva. You see, with me, you will be just depressed, and I will hurt you” jungkook takes a breath “and you hate me. Remember that. You hate-you should hate me”
“I don’t” eva speaks, her eyes glistening. Her hands travel to caress his bare torso-a small scar along his collar “it’s funny, isn’t it? I don’t hate you at all, not at all. And you know that too.”
“then what, eva, do you love me? Do you have feelings for me?”
Jungkook sighs, blowing wind out of his cheeks. He pulls eva close and then turns the shower on. Cripples of water fall on them. Jungkook unties her towel, tossing it somewhere.
The water soothes both of them, as crystals from heaven. Jungkook pulls out something from his pocket that eva cannot see. Her back stays attached to his chest.
Something cold touches her chest, in between the curve of her breasts. It’s a small pendant, almost the shape of heart that looked like a small strawberry too- shining under the semi-golden husk.
“for you” he speaks, lips against her shoulder. Eva has no reason to cry, why would she? But she is, a drop or two falls as he adjusts the locket around her neck.
Eva remembers that she saw this, about an year ago, while being on a trip to new York with jungkook. There had been some issues that made them not purchase that moment. Jungkook remembers. And he remembers because forgetting it anymore will result in him not gifting this to her ever.
“please” eva sobs “don’t go, please”
“come with me then, there”
Eva goes silent. “you can’t, I know. Seoul is your life and that is mine. When we left each other, it was this damn career that pulled us apart. And I don’t think this will make any change this time too”
“I hate you, jungkook” eva manages to speak.
“yes, I know, you have made it very clear” jungkook speaks, his own voice breaking too. He plants a kiss on her shoulder. The water falls In rhythm. Their bodies get wet-so messy, no filthy and so them.
“you should leave” eva speaks letting herself where she forever wanted to belong. His arms, her body only in his arms.
“do you want me to go?” jungkook smirks, lifting his hand to move the wet hair from her collar, kissing and teasing. Eva gasps which makes jungkook want to savour every breathe he can, right now.
“we- we can do long distance” eva offers, unsure of her own words.
“you have gone mad ,eva. Didn’t know you still want me that much” jungkook speaks but it’s not a tone he usually uses to flirt. He is breaking too. Eva can understand.
“is everything a joke to you?” eva was crying as she speaks, her eyes shut as jungkook’s fingers squeezes her breasts, his lips on her bare back. So close they might die together.
“that boyfriend of yours, he is a nice guy and he h-“
“he is not my boyfriend. You know it. It is a part of making some scandals. Stop bringing him” eva practically warns, now turning around.
Their eyes meet, so determined to fall apart. There was a tension neither wanted to acknowledge. Were they not breaking because all they wanted stood infront of each other. A family they once believed they will build. Those petty dreams.
“what’s stopping us, jungkook? From us becoming something?” eva says leaning close, her eys full of moisture and undone tears.
“tell me, if I say, you will leave everything, forgive me and come, with me?hmm?” jungkook mutters.
“will you do, that, if I say?”
Jungkook keeps a silence to hang over. Eva learns jungkook will never be the one she wants but then he speaks “I will, eva. I will do anything to have you back”
He snickers and continues. “but you wont, eva. You wont like me without my dreams and you cannot abandon your success too. It’s a harsh and cruel reality. We are better off without each other”
“what about our promises?” eva suddenly mutters.
Promises. Promises like building a house in seoul’s outskirt-live and grow a future. Promises like going on long and reckless drives during the night. Promises like kissing each other until they are sick of it. Promises like having toddlers dancing around the house. Promises like him going to praise her after and before every ramp and her cheering the loudest for him. Promises like visiting LA together, watch agora hills, visit places no one goes. Do things no one knows. Promises.
“what are promises, if not broken?” jungkook chooses to say. “hate me, eva and let me hate you too, that will help me survive”
Eva has her hands clutched around him, refusing to leave. Jungkook’s eyes bore onto his- like memorizing every contour that’s there on his girl’s face. “and hit me, punch me, kill me too, but” he reaches forward removing her tears that has dried “don’t cry for me. I am not worth your tears”
Eva pulls him closer, kissing him, savoring his taste. Jungkook leans too, kissing her lips, her nose, her cheeks and all of her. she is a drug, better than anything. He takes all the time to cherish her, tell her-if not through words- how precious she is. how undeserving of jungkook.
He is hugging her tight. They don’t understand how love can be this harsh, so cruel. Only that love was a bunch of apologies. So jungkook is sorry. Sorry for loving her, sorry for letting her love him. But he cannot say that. It will be harder to leave.
jungkook breaks the hug, pulling her close. His fingers lift her chin, pressing one long kiss. tongue to tongue, moulding and twisting as if a simple kiss can join the two and make them inseparable. only if.
They are standing against the main door, his back to her. eva doesn’t speak.
Jungkook turns once, trying his best to cheer. He has told about how he will call, give all the updates and that they will remain friends. But he might not do because eva wil be better If she doesn’t’ get a call too.
“I’ll miss you, pretty girl” he laughs. Eva smiled too.
Maybe, jeon jungkook is a lot of things. A lot of what ifs in him, a lot of complications eva will remember.
Jeon jungkook is her asshole.
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