Part 2 to the enemies to lovers Jeongin fic please please pls
One Bed, Two Problems (pt.2)
(One Bed, Two Problems pt.1 link)
Jeongin x reader / enemies to lovers / only one bed / smut → fluff / possessive!Jeongin
**involves!!** sex, dirty talk, cursing, rough sex, Insulting / complicated relationship
reminder for pt.2 : @camryn-haitani @imagine-all-the-imagines @yeop-i @slut4junho
enjoy xx (open for request)
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The problem isn’t that you slept with Jeongin. It’s that you did it twice. And now it’s the next night, and you’re standing on the balcony of your hotel room, staring out at the ocean like it can give you answers.
Behind you, you hear him laughing from the couch with the others — that same lazy, low laugh that drove you insane even before he kissed you senseless. Your skin still burns when you think about last night.
You told yourself it meant nothing.
But your body’s still aching like it meant everything.
You told yourself you could forget it.
But now you can’t look at him without remembering how he sounded when he whispered your name.
This trip was supposed to be just a vacation. Some dumb getaway with the friend group. Seven days of fun. Drama-free. Definitely not sleeping-with-your-archenemy levels of complicated.
But now?
Now he’s acting like nothing happened.
And that’s what pisses you off the most.
It all comes to a head on Day 3.
It’s late. The group’s playing cards in the room next door, but you’re not there. Neither is he.
You’re pacing your shared room like a storm cloud.
He walks in, hoodie half-zipped, hair tousled like he just got out of a hurricane, and when he sees you, he freezes.
“…You good?” he asks, voice low.
You turn.
“You’re unbelievable.”
He blinks. “Okay. Hi to you too.”
You cross your arms, heart pounding. “You’ve been ignoring me all day.”
“Didn’t realize I was supposed to be glued to your side now.”
You glare. “Jeongin—”
“What?” he snaps suddenly, stepping toward you. “What do you want me to say? That last night changed everything? That I can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name?”
You falter — just for a second. “Don’t be an ass.”
“Oh, I’m being the ass? You’ve been throwing looks at me all day like you didn’t start this.”
“I didn’t start anything,” you hiss. “You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back.”
He’s close now. Too close. You could shove him. You could kiss him. You don’t know which urge is stronger.
“God, you’re so arrogant—”
“And you’re in denial.”
You laugh bitterly. “About what, exactly?”
He takes another step. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back to your eyes.
“That you want me,” he says softly. “Even when you’re mad. Especially when you’re mad.”
Your pulse jumps. “You don’t know what I want.”
“I know how you sounded when I had you spread out under me.” His voice dips. “I know how you screamed my name.”
You shove him.
Hard.
He catches himself against the wall, laughing like it’s all a game.
You point a trembling finger at him. “You’re so fucking—so infuriating, and cocky, and confusing—”
“You’re the confusing one,” he snaps back. “You act like you hate me but you come the second I touch you. You beg for me like you’ll die without it—”
You scream. “Because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”
Silence.
You’re breathing hard. He’s staring at you like you just cracked something open.
“I don’t…” Your voice shakes. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what you want from me, Jeongin.”
He stares.
Then?
He crosses the room in two strides — grabs your face — and kisses you.
It’s not gentle. It’s angry. Messy. Desperate.
You moan into his mouth, fists clutching his hoodie, and it’s like a dam breaks.
Clothes are pulled. Teeth clash. Fingers fumble. He lifts you like you weigh nothing and throws you on the bed.
“You want to fight?” he growls, climbing over you. “We’ll fight.”
His mouth crashes onto yours again, and you claw at his back, needy.
“You drive me insane,” he mutters against your throat.
“Good,” you snap, yanking his shirt over his head. “You deserve it.”
He growls, bites your shoulder, makes you gasp.
“Still think you hate me?” he pants, grinding against you.
You whimper. “Shut up.”
His hand flies to your throat again — gentle, just enough pressure to pin you to the moment.
“Make me.”
You do.
The kiss is fire. His hands are everywhere. You can’t get close enough.
Your shorts are gone before you even realize it, and his fingers slip between your thighs like they’ve missed this.
“You’re soaked,” he growls. “You missed me, didn’t you?”
You whimper. “Jeongin—”
“You gonna beg again, baby?” he taunts. “You want my cock that bad?”
You moan as he teases you, rubbing you slow and firm, right where you need it.
“Say it,” he whispers, voice dark. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” you gasp. “*Fuck—*please, Jeongin—”
He groans. “Good girl.”
And then he’s sliding into you in one deep, perfect thrust — and you sob his name.
Every movement is raw now. Unfiltered. You wrap your legs around his waist and take it all, over and over.
He fucks you like he’s angry.
You take it like you’ve been starving for him.
The room is echoing with your moans, your gasps, the slap of skin on skin.
You feel him lean down, kiss your neck softer now. His voice breaks.
“I hate that I can’t stay away from you.”
You freeze.
It’s the first honest thing either of you has said in days.
You grab his face, kiss him hard. “I don’t want you to.”
After
You're lying on his chest, sweaty and spent, heart pounding. The air feels still now. Like you’ve both been put through a storm and somehow ended up on the other side.
He strokes your hair quietly.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you today,” he says softly. “I just didn’t know what we were doing.”
You close your eyes. “I didn’t either.”
“I thought if I acted like it didn’t mean anything, it wouldn’t.”
Your chest tightens.
“But it did,” he adds. “It does.”
You look up.
His eyes are soft now. No teasing. Just truth.
“I want you,” he says. “Not just in a hotel room. Not just during a fight. I want you for real.”
You blink. “You sure?”
He smiles faintly. “I think I’ve been sure since the first time you yelled at me over how to fold towels.”
You laugh through your tears.
“Still think I’m a brat?” you whisper.
“Always,” he grins. “But you’re my brat.”
You kiss him — slow this time. Like a promise.
And when you fall asleep, tangled in his arms, the last thing you hear is his voice in your ear.
“I’m not letting you go. You know that, right?”
You smile.
“Good.”
Breakfast – The Next Morning
You walk in wearing his hoodie again.
Chan stares. Seungmin raises his brows. Minho sips his coffee.
Jeongin just smirks, slides into the booth beside you, and drapes an arm around your shoulder.
“Sleep well?” Hyunjin asks, too casually.
You smirk, sipping your coffee. “Like a baby.”
Jeongin kisses your temple.
And no one says a word — but everyone knows.
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The air is crisp with that annoying kind of goodbye weather — too sunny to match the mood, but just cold enough to make you want to be back in bed.
Suitcases are being wheeled out of rooms, tossed into trunks. People are groggy, hoodies on, coffees in hand. The trip is officially over.
You’re stuffing your duffel into the back of Chan’s car when you hear a familiar voice behind you.
“Hey, need help with that?”
You glance over your shoulder. Felix is there, smiling, bright despite the early hour. His hair is a bit messy, and he’s still wearing pajama pants, but he looks awake. Which is more than you can say for yourself.
“I’m good,” you say, then hesitate. “Actually… yeah, take this?”
You hand him your backpack and he tosses it in. There's a brief silence while the trunk closes.
Then—
“So…” You turn toward him. Felix is looking at you with that little grin that always means he knows something.
“You and Jeongin,” he says slowly. “Are you… like…?”
You blink. “Like what?”
He tilts his head. “You know. A thing. Dating. Hooking up. Making heart eyes when you think no one’s watching.”
Your stomach flips.
You laugh, but it comes out a little awkward. “Was it that obvious?”
He shrugs, smiling like he’s won a bet. “Only to everyone with eyes.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s… complicated.”
“Is it?” he asks, voice gentle.
You pause. “Okay, maybe not anymore.”
Felix raises a brow. “So, you are dating?”
You glance over your shoulder — and see Jeongin, across the lot, loading his suitcase into the back of another car. He’s in a hoodie, hair fluffy from sleep, and when he looks up, his eyes find yours instantly.
He doesn’t smile.
But he softens.
You feel it all over.
You smile a little, then look back at Felix. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “We are.”
Felix grins, warm and genuine. “Good.”
You blink. “Good?”
He nods, crossing his arms. “He’s different around you. Less of an asshole.”
You snort. “Wow. High praise.”
“I’m just saying,” Felix laughs. “He’s annoying, but… he likes you. Like, really likes you. I haven’t seen him this happy since—” he pauses, then smirks, “—well, ever.”
Your heart squeezes.
Across the lot, Jeongin closes the trunk and walks toward you. His hands are in his pockets, steps casual, but his eyes haven’t left you.
Felix nudges your arm. “Speak of the devil.”
You grin. “Wish me luck.”
“You won’t need it,” he says, hopping into the car. “Just don’t kill each other on the drive back.”
You and Jeongin meet halfway.
He raises an eyebrow. “What’d Lix say?”
You shrug, playing it cool. “Just asked if we’re dating.”
Jeongin smirks. “What’d you say?”
You glance up at him, smirking right back. “Told him it was complicated.”
He laughs under his breath, then leans in, voice low. “Want to make it simple?”
Your breath hitches. “How simple?”
He brushes his fingers over yours. “You. Me. My car. Three hours of driving. One playlist. Maybe a few pit stops where I kiss you senseless.”
You pretend to consider. “Hm. Sounds tolerable.”
“Mm. Don’t lie.” He grins. “You love me.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”
But when he opens the passenger door for you, you kiss him on the cheek before getting in.
And yeah… you kind of do.
Thanks for reading xx
