something about a heated confrontation with jungkook leads to a passionate reconnection.
the house is alive with music and laughter, bodies swaying and moving to the beat. it’s the kind of party everyone looks forward to, a night to let loose and forget about the world outside. but for you and your boyfriend, it’s a night filled with tension. you’re on a break, your constant arguments leading to silent treatments. yet, here you are, in the same space, pretending the other doesn’t exist.
you feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your veins, making you feel light and carefree. you’ve lost count of the number of drinks you’ve had, but you don’t care. the more you drink, the less you think about the heated arguments and cold silences with jungkook. you find yourself leaning closer to his friends, laughing a little too loudly at their jokes and touching their arms as you speak.
jungkook watches from across the room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening around his drink. he sees the way your hand lingers on taehyung’s shoulder, the way you laugh at something he says, and it makes his blood boil. he knows you’re doing it to get under his skin, and it’s working.
the final straw is when he sees you lean in to whisper something in jimin’s ear, your hand resting on his chest. jungkook slams his drink down on the nearest table and stalks over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the group. “we need to talk,” he growls, not giving you a chance to protest.
he drags you down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. the music and chatter from the party become a distant hum. jungkook pushes you against the mirror, your eyes locking in the reflection. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous.
you glare at him, your defiance not wavering despite the situation. “having fun, which is something you wouldn’t understand,” you shoot back, your words slurred slightly from the alcohol.
jungkook’s grip tightens on your waist, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. I'm going to make you beg and moan my name.” he hisses, crashing his lips against yours in a rough, punishing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, claiming you with every stroke.
you moan into the kiss, your resolve crumbling as his hands roam your body. he spits into your mouth, making you shiver with a mix of disgust and arousal. “you think you can just flirt with my friends and get away with it?” he growls, his fingers slipping under your skirt and pushing your panties aside.
you gasp as his fingers find your clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. “jung, please,” you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.
he smirks, watching you through the mirror. “please what? you’re the one who started this,” he taunts, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them just right. you cry out, your hands bracing against the sink as you fight to stay upright.
jungkook doesn’t let up, his fingers moving in and out of you at a relentless pace. “look at yourself,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “look at how desperate you are for me.”
you meet his gaze in the mirror, your eyes wide and pupils blown with lust. “i hate you,” you whisper, but your body betrays you, grinding against his hand.
he chuckles darkly, his thumb circling your clit. “no, you don’t. you need me,” he says, his fingers driving deeper. “say it.”
“i need you,” you finally admit, your voice breaking as you come around his fingers, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
but jungkook isn’t done. he pulls his fingers out, lifting them to your mouth. “open,” he orders, and you do, sucking his fingers clean. he groans at the sight, his cock straining against his jeans. “get on your knees.”
you drop to your knees, fumbling with his belt and zipper, freeing his erection. you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip. he hisses, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”
you take him deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping. you want to please him, to show him you are his. he fucks your mouth with a roughness that has you dripping onto the floor, your own arousal making your thighs slick.
when he’s close, he pulls out, stroking himself to completion. “open wide,” he says, and you do, sticking out your tongue. he comes with a grunt, his cum painting your tongue and lips. “swallow,” he commands, watching as you do, a satisfied smirk on his face.
jungkook pulls you up, turning you to face the mirror again. “i’m not done with you,” he whispers, pushing your skirt up and positioning himself at your entrance. he thrusts into you in one swift motion, both of you moaning at the sensation.
he fucks you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you. “you’re mine,” he growls, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “only mine.”
“fuck, yeah,” you moan, your hands slipping on the sink as he pounds into you. “i’m yours.”
as the pleasure builds, you close your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. jungkook grabs your neck from behind, lifting you up and pulling you back against his chest. “eyes on me when i fuck you, baby,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. the intensity of his stare makes your knees weak. “good girl,” he praises, his thrusts becoming more powerful, driving you closer to the edge.
he reaches around, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “come for me again,” he demands, his voice strained.
you do, your body convulsing around him as you scream his name. he follows soon after, filling you with his cum, marking you as his.
you collapse against the sink, both of you breathing heavily. jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his hands soothing over your skin. “I'm sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection.
“i hate that you can make me feel this way,” you whisper, a small smile playing on your lips.
he chuckles, pulling you close and turning you to face him. “i know, but you love it too,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “we might argue and fight, but no one makes you feel the way i do.”
you sigh, leaning into his touch. “i don’t want to keep fighting, jungkook,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just want us to be okay.”
jungkook nods, his expression softening. “me too, baby. i’m tired of this break,” he confesses. “we need to figure out how to make this work, without all the yelling and the stupid silent treatments.”
you look up at him, your eyes filled with hope and uncertainty. “do you think we can?”
he smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i know we can. we just need to communicate better, and not let things build up until we explode,” he says, holding you close. “i love you, y/n. and i don’t want to lose you.”
This was requested a while ago. Sorry, it took so long, anon! 🙈 I hope you guys enjoy it. Because it made me hella soft ... 🙃
fluff, hints of angst
Word count
4.433
1. Kim Seokjin / Jin
He’d most likely feel immediate guilt and like the most horrible person ever, hurt with you and try his best to comfort you in a gentle, caring way, making sure that you are all right.
As soon as Seokjin noticed the first tear running down your reddened cheek, the cause of your apparent pain being his very words, a slender hand wandered to his parted lips.
“No. Oh, my God. I’m sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry …“, he’d whisper, hesitantly, cautiously reaching out in your direction, stopping, however, when you’d pull your arm away and avert your crying face.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. I didn’t mean to take the joke this far. I know I crossed a line. I don’t even know why I said that. Your cooking is great y/n! Seriously, I love it. Please, believe me. You know I love you, right? More than anything. I’m so sorry I hurt you.“
Embarrassed of the fact that it took nothing more than your boyfriend’s playful teasing about your cooking skills to let the tears flow, you got up from the dinner table and turned around, burying your face in your palms.
“Aww, come on, y/n. Don’t go! Don’t hide, jagi! You don’t have to be ashamed!”
He’d immediately get up and follow you to gently try and remove your hands from your face so you would look at him.
“Jagi, I’m sorry. I really am. I promise I’ll never belittle your cooking again. I’m sure you put a lot of effort into tonight’s dinner. It was just a new recipe and maybe you misjudged the amount of salt a little. It happens to the best. So, don’t worry. It was still delicious. Everything you cook for me is delicious.”
Jin would pout, pursing his soft, pink lips and bending down so he’d be at eye level with you, playfully poking your tear-streaked cheeks before he’d wipe them dry, the look in his eyes ever so fond.
“Can you forgive me? Hmm? And smile for me? Just a little bit? Just a little smile?”
Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to resist and your face would break into a wide smile.
“There it is! There we go! Great smile! Great smile! I love it! Big fan!”
He’d pepper your cheeks with little kisses and end it with a peck on your lips. Both of you would be laughing at that point.
“Sorry, jagi”, Jin would mumble into your hair as he would pull you in for a hug, wrapping his long arms around your chest. “I’ll never make you cry again, I swear. I only ever want to make you smile from now on. Okay?”
2. Min Yoongi / Suga
Yoongi would probably not realize right away that or how he hurt you, but he’d be heartbroken, knowing that he made you cry, even though he might not show it. He’d try his best to comfort you because the last thing he wanted was you being hurt because of something he did.
“Are you serious!?”, you gasped. “What do you mean, the weekend is canceled? I was really looking forward to this trip, Yoongi. I planned it all out. Our bags are packed. We — I — ”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry, okay?”, Yoongi shrugged. “I have this song stuck in my head and I need to get to work right away, spend the weekend in the studio. I really can’t afford to lose this idea.”
“But you can afford to lose me or what?”, you scoffed. At first, your words weren’t meant to be taken seriously, nothing but a hurtful comeback. But, suddenly, you weren’t so sure anymore, if there wasn’t at least some truth to them. And your eyes started welling up before you knew it.
“What the hell are you talking about?”, Yoongi would snap back at you without detaching his gaze from his computer screen. “Seriously, y/n. It’s not that big a deal.”
“It’s not, huh?” At this point, you had trouble keeping your voice from shaking, cracking even. Time for retreat.
“Whatever. Good luck with your song”, you sniffled, fighting back the tears as you turned to go, leaving Yoongi behind at his desk.
“Hey. Where are you going? Y/n?”
“Home. To unpack our bags”, you’d reply without looking back, unable to keep the bitterness out of your trembling voice.
“Hey, y/n. Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, okay? But this trip won’t be fun for either of us unless I get this out of my head first. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know”, you mumbled, more to yourself, already by the door of his studio, angry at yourself for taking this so hard. Because, by now, you really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.
Your hand was already resting on the doorknob when you could hear Yoongi pushing back his chair behind you.
“Y/n, come on. Don’t be like this”, he whined. “You know we can reschedule that trip, right!? It’s not a matter of money. I’ll pay for everything.”
When he eventually caught up with you who was about to step outside, not in any condition to face him right now, Yoongi got a grip of your shoulders and, gently, but with a firm hand, turned you around so you would have to look at him.
“What? Are you really crying over this?”, he’d realize, his jaw dropping, eyes widened.
“So, what …”, you’d grumble, averting your face, cheeks blushing furiously.
“Y/n. Baby. I’m so sorry. I had no idea this trip meant so much to you.”
“It’s not the stupid trip, Yoongi. I mean, sure I was looking forward to it. But it was the way you handled this. The way you keep just putting me, us, on hold. I just — Do you even need anything other than your music and studio in your life? Am I really this dispensable?”
Shocked by your words and the fact that you actually seemed to believe them to be true, Yoongi would initially be too taken aback to say anything. Mouth agape, he’d simply reach up to cup one of your cheeks with his palm, softly brushing away a tear, the other hand burying itself in your hair, caressing your neck as he pulled you close, so your head rested on his shoulder.
Ultimately, you wouldn’t be able to hold back the sobs anymore. Yoongi’s expression and the way he held you close broke all dams. Crying uncontrollably, you simply leaned into him, feeling Yoongi’s warm hand slowly rub your back.
“It’s okay, y/n. I’m sorry. I really am. I never meant to make you feel like this. It’s okay. Just — Just let it all out. I’m here. I’m here for you and I always will be. You’re my number one priority and that will never change.”
3. Jung Hoseok / J-Hope
Hoseok would regret whatever he did to make you cry right away and feel your pain, too. He’d apologize over and over again, doing everything in his power to cheer you up again.
“Seriously, y/n. Sometimes you can be such a nag. Can you not leave me alone for even one second? I’m tired and I just wanna read this in peace. Jeez, you can be so clingy sometimes.”
Hoseok’s words cut you like daggers. He didn’t even look up from his phone as he pushed you off of him.
Swallowing hard to fight back the tears that immediately started blurring your vision of his slender figure curled up on the sofa, you pulled back, refraining from hugging your boyfriend as you intentioned.
“Sure. Sorry, Hobi. I’ll just —” At this point, your vocal cords ceased to function.
Hoseok must have heard that something was wrong, must have recognized the tears lacing your voice. Because he turned around immediately, eyes wide with genuine surprise and dismay.
“Oh, no!”, he’d exclaim, immediately sitting up, his phone, forgotten the very second he realized what he had done, put aside. “Jagi! I’m so sorry!”
He’d get on his knees and slide over to you, his rosy lips pursed, brows furrowed, subconsciously mimicking your saddened expression.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n, honey. I’m so, so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?”, he asked, tilting his head to the side and reaching up to hold your face in both his hands.
“It’s just — I’m so tired from practice and my whole body aches and — But that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m just really touchy today, I guess”, you’d object, blinking away your tears, resting your hands on Hoseok’s.
“No, it’s not okay, jagi. My tone was way too harsh. I shouldn’t take my moods out on you. And I love cuddling with you. You know that, right?”
Hoseok smiled warmly, eyes locked with yours, as he’d brush away your tears with his thumbs.
“Right?”, he’d ask again since you still owed him a response. So you nodded in return, trying to reciprocate his smile. The tears, however, just kept on coming, rolling down your cheeks, once they had started falling.
“Aww, baby. No”, Hoseok would pout. “You need to smile, hmm? Smile again? For me? Come here.”
He wrapped his legs around your waist and slid even closer, grimacing to educe a grin from you at least. Eventually, when his signature dimples showed, you couldn’t help but return his smile.
“That. That right there. That’s all I ever wanna see. I only wanna see my baby smile, never ever cry”, Hoseok would comment, content now, before he’d move in to place a quick peck on your lips.
4. Kim Namjoon / RM
Namjoon would be very hard on himself for hurting you, whether it was unintentional or not. He’d apologize immediately and try and make it up to you.
You had fought for half an hour by now, about virtually nothing. Both of you were simply stressed and initially locked horns about some thoughtless remark Namjoon had made about you taking up too much of his time.
At this point, however, all the words and feelings the two of you had been holding back for weeks came to light one after the other. And a few hurtful comments were being made.
Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yeah, you’re right, Namjoon. I’m sorry that I, your girlfriend of three years, is robbing you of your precious time. I really should know by now that BTS will forever be your top priority. Seriously? How idiotic of me to think you could spare at least two nights a week for me.”
“Come on, y/n. We spend a lot of time together. That trip just last month — I took a whole week off, just for you.”
“Just for me!?”, you scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of obligation. Seriously, Namjoon. If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should better just leave you alone then, right?”
And before you knew it, your eyes swam with tears.
As soon as he’d see, Namjoon’s features would soften and the retort he had ready would be left unsaid. Unsure what to do, afraid to only make it worse, he’d hesitate, stay frozen in place while he’d stare at you, immediate regret apparent in his wide eyes, hands raised as if he was scared to touch you or even come any closer.
“Y/n. Shit. I’m — I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry.”
“Just —Don’t. Just —”, you’d turn away, ashamed of your tears.
“Y/n, baby. I’m sorry. I truly am. This whole fight was stupid. I never meant what I said in the first place. You don’t take up too much of my time. I’m grateful for every rare second we get to spend together. It’s just — I was frustrated. With myself. Because I’ve been stuck on this one song for a whole week already and I just — I can’t seem to focus and it just won’t come to me and I — I’m so sorry. I should’ve never taken it out on you, baby. I mean it. I’m truly very sorry.”
Eventually, he’d take a halting step in your direction, extending a hand to see if you’d shy away. When you didn’t, he’d gently place it on the back of your head and the other hand on the small of your back to pull you in for a hug. Namjoon would wrap his arm so tightly around you, you’d have trouble breathing because he was so scared to lose you, he couldn’t help himself but almost crush you. You wouldn’t mind, though, but merely ease into his embrace, breathing in his soothing scent, relishing his warmth seeping through the fabric of his sweater.
“I’m so sorry, baby. You’re my everything. My strength. My inspiration. My home. You’re no obligation, y/n. You’re my greatest blessing, I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you, how I’d get through all this without your continuous support and understanding. I never meant to hurt you and I’ll never forgive myself.”
Shaking your head, you’d try and loosen his grip on you so you could be just enough distance between the two of you to lock eyes with him, the pain and self-hatred residing behind Namjoon’s dark orbs obvious.
“No, baby”, you objected, getting up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t say that. Fights like these are bound to happen in any relationship, most of all in one as long-lasting and tested as ours, with all the obstacles we have to face on a daily basis due to your job. We knew what we were getting into. And altercations like these are necessary even. And this one brought us even closer together. See?”
Instantly, all tension left his handsome features and made room for a fond smile.
“I have no idea how I even deserve you, y/n”, Namjoon would whisper as he’d lean in for a slow kiss, by the end of it both your foreheads resting against each others’. “You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Whatever I may say. Whatever may happen. That will always be true. Don’t ever forget that.”
5. Park Jimin
Jimin would hurt just as much as you and, on top of that, would be very angry with himself for making you cry. He wouldn’t be able to stand to see you in tears and immediately drop any argument you may have been having or whatever he was doing to soothe your cares away.
You had dropped by to surprise him with homemade snacks and maybe, hopefully, take his mind off of things since Jimin, once again, was far too hard on himself and slightly overdid it with practice, basically having locked himself in the dance studio for eleven hours straight by now.
“What the hell!?”, he snapped at you as the music suddenly stopped playing and he whirled around to find you by the stereo, caught redhanded. “Great! Now I have to start all over again. What were you thinking!?”
Anger distorting his beautiful features, Jimin strode past you to turn the music back on, darting you a furious glance.
“Just leave, okay. You’re really the last person I need here right now”, he snarled before he turned his back on you and took up his position in the room again, starting to dance across from the mirrored wall.
His words shouldn’t have hit you this hard. Jimin didn’t really mean them, you were sure. Nonetheless, your eyes flooded with hot tears that soon started running down your cheeks, you just couldn’t help it.
You quickly brushed them away, using the sleeve of your sweater, and turned away so Jimin wouldn’t see. But nothing gets past him. Watching you in the mirror, guilt already having started to gnaw away at him even before he noticed you were crying, Jimin saw right through you. He knew you too well by now, the way your posture changed when you were sad or disappointed, how you always tried to conceal your tears which you viewed as a weakness.
Immediately, he paused in the middle of a complicated dance move and turned to you, swiftly making his way over to where you were still standing, a bag of home-cooked food in one hand while the other one was desperately trying to dry your wet cheeks, face half hidden behind a curtain of hair.
The music suddenly stopping let your head shoot up only to find your boyfriend right in front of you, his expression serious, pained, eyes full of remorse.
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m glad you’re here, I really am”, he’d say, his voice ever so soft, before he’d step closer, cupping your face with his small, gentle hands, not breaking eye contact until his lips would meet yours in a slow, deep kiss which spoke louder than a thousand words ever could.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stand that I hurt you. You’re so sweet and kind, always there for me”, he’d whisper, resting his forehead against yours, both his hands now at the back of your neck, fingers entangled in your hair. “You’re really more than I could have ever asked for, so much better than what I deserve.”
“That’s not true, Jimin.”
“Yes, it is. I love you, y/n. More than anything. And I hate that I hurt you, that I keep hurting you. Sometimes I’m just — My temper —”, he’d stammer, his voice shaking.
“Baby, it’s okay. I know, all right? I know you didn’t mean it.”
You’d run a hand through Jimin’s hair, damp with sweat, and pull him in for another kiss which he’d gladly reciprocate.
“No more tears”, he softly whispered after detaching himself from you, going on to gently press his smiling lips to your skin where the tears had left their traces to kiss them all away. “My baby should never have to cry. I won’t allow it.”
6. Kim Taehyung / V
Just like the rest of them, Taehyung, being very protective and empathetic by nature, would hate to see you cry. Maybe he’d act a little defensive at first since he couldn’t quite stomach the fact that it was him who made you cry. Eventually, though, he’d be incredibly sorry and make sure to let you know.
“Just leave me alone, y/n. I really can’t have this right now.”
With those words, Taehyung detached his hand from yours without even looking at you before he mended his pace, leaving you behind, focused on his phone while he strolled down the tree-lined path.
You knew Taehyung could be cold sometimes, distant out of nowhere. So his behavior really shouldn’t have hurt you like it did. But what your mind understood, your heart just wouldn’t accept, it seemed. It stung in your chest, leading your eyes to well up before you could do anything about it.
Afraid to burst into tears in public, in the middle of the goddamn park, you stopped in mid-step, trying to calm yourself by taking deep, shaky breaths, hiding behind your hair, while Taehyung went ahead unbothered.
Only a while later did he realize you weren’t by his side any longer. Flustered, he pocketed his phone and started looking around, frantically searching for your face.
Eventually, he spotted your hunched figure sitting on a park bench, face buried in your palms, and quickly made his way back to you.
“Y/n!”, he’d call out as soon as he’d get into earshot. “You can’t do that to me, just disappear like that! I thought I lost you or you were kidnapped or something. Jesus.”
He’d hesitate once you didn’t show any kind of reaction.
“What are you even doing here? And what’s with your face? Why aren’t you looking at me?”
At this point, Taehyung knew very well what was going on. That you were most likely crying. Because of him. But, why, really?, he thought to himself. This was unnecessary. And it wasn’t like he did something wrong.
“Come on, y/n. Seriously?”, he couldn’t help but snap at you, regretting it instantly. “Are you crying? What did I do now?”
“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”
Your words hit him harder than he would’ve anticipated. You, apologizing for him being an ass was all that was needed for his pride to cave in.
“Y/n, no. Don’t apologize. You really have no reason to be sorry.”
Taehyung would squat down before you, gently rubbing your knees.
“I’m sorry I was being mean, y/n. This whole walk was my idea. And I really wanted to spend time with you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m really, really sorry.”
Since he could still hear you sniffling, he’d gently try and remove your hands to get a look at your face. You’d resist at first but eventually let him have his way, embarrassed by your tears over basically nothing.
“Come on, y/n. No need to cry anymore. Hmm?”, smiling up at you, he’d playfully poke your chin to reciprocate the gesture. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I usually love holding hands with you, you know that. I just got side-tracked. But I shouldn’t have. Because this was supposed to be our couple day and we don’t get a lot of those.”
He gently caressed your cheek, brushing away a stray tear.
“So, please accept my heartfelt apology, my Lady”, Taehyung would go on, theatrically bowing before you, his voice lowered, taking on some weird accent, his dramatic acting making it impossible for you not to laugh.
“See. There we go. And the sun’s out again. Now, the next time I’m being an ass, I officially authorize you to hit me. On the back of the head or whatever. So I come to my senses again. Do we have a deal, princess?”
“Deal”, you’d smile, shaking his extended hand.
“Great. Now, let’s go have some ice cream. It’s on me.”
7. Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook would be distraught by the fact that he made you cry and, quite frankly, a little overwhelmed by the situation. He’d immediately reflect on what he did wrong and, even if awkwardly, try to calm you and apologize.
“Kookie, you promised we’d go to that restaurant today. You promised. I even have it in writing.”
You held up your phone for evidence, a text message by him showing on the display which he didn’t even bother to look at, entirely focused on the video game he was currently playing with Taehyung.
“See, here. It was basically an appointment. I had a shitty week so I was really looking forward to this, Kook. Could you please —” You bent over to be on eye-level with him, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. And failing. “Could you please just look at me for one second?”
“Come on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m busy!?”, he’d groan, jaw tense, eyes still fixed on the screen before him.
“Are you being serious right now, Jungkook?”, you scoffed, feeling your eyes well up already which only stoked your anger. “This was a set date. I had to make a reservation weeks in advance and it was still difficult to get us a good table. I skipped lunch for this and am not in the mood to argue with you right now.”
“Then don’t”, Jungkook simply brushed off your words with a shrug of his shoulders, seemingly unbothered. “And stop distracting me, for God’s sake. I’m about to lose to Taehyung and I can’t let that happen.”
He wasn’t even dressed yet but still wearing his oversized black hoodie, apparently never having planned on going out with you by the looks of it.
“Have fun then, I guess”, you scoffed, your words ending in a sob which you weren’t able to hold back any second longer, your anger and disappointment getting the better of you.
The change in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. For the first time since you entered the room, he actually detached his gaze from the game to look up at you, his eyes as big as dinner plates, gaping in surprise at the first tear making its way down your burning cheek.
“Y/n — I”, he’d stammer, his hands, still clutching the controller, dropping into his lap.
Angry at yourself for showing weakness in front of him, you roughly brushed over your already made-up eyes with the back of your hand, smearing your mascara and eyeliner. But at this point, you didn’t even care anymore. Your eyes would be puffy anyway. This dinner wasn’t happening anymore.
“Shit.” Cursing under his breath, Jungkook would barely manage to get up on his feet, his eyes never leaving you.
Quickly, he’d reach out and grab you by your shoulder to keep you from turning away.
“I — I — I’m so sorry, y/n. For being such a douche. This game doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I just forgot about our reservation and was too ashamed to admit it so I just pretended like I didn’t care and I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt or to make you cry. I — I just didn’t think that far. And I’m just really, really sorry.”
His hand would slowly slide down your arm to find yours, his fingers interlocking with yours. All the while, Jungkook looked at you out of his big, round eyes, so desperate for your forgiveness and afraid of your rejection that you just couldn’t stay mad at him any longer.
“I’m seriously, genuinely sorry, y/n. I am.”
“I know. I know, Kookie. It’s okay”, you’d sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know why I got so worked up about this.”
“You had every right to! Really. I’m the one who’s at fault here. And I’ll make it up to you. When’s that reservation due?”
“In about forty minutes?”
“Okay. That’s doable. We can make it. If we leave now, we can make it!”, he’d exclaim excitedly, his eyes bright now, shining with a billion stars, his brows raised at you hopefully. “What do you say, hmm? Come on. I’m sure they’ll hold the table for a few minutes if I give them a call.”
“But, Kookie, just look at me”, you’d whine, gesturing towards your smudged makeup. “I’m a mess.”
“But a beautiful mess”, Jungkook would grin shyly, leaning in to kiss your mascara-streaked cheek. “And my beautiful mess. I don’t care what anybody else thinks. You don’t even need all that makeup. To me, you’re always gorgeous.”
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something about sharing a joint with jungkook and getting lost in each other’s touch makes the night unforgettable . . .
the room is filled with a hazy glow, the soft light from the lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. jungkook's apartment feels cozy and safe tonight. you sit close to him on the couch, passing a joint back and forth. each time your fingers brush, you both giggle softly. the taste of the smoke lingers on your lips as you take a drag, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. jungkook’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans in, his voice a low murmur, “feeling good, baby?”
you exhale, the smoke curling around your face as you smile. “yeah, this is nice,” you say softly, handing the joint back to him. your fingers brush again, sending a small shiver down your spine.
as you both continue to smoke, the effects of the weed begin to take hold. the room blurs around the edges, and every touch feels more intense. you lean closer to jungkook, resting your head on his shoulder. he turns slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “you look so pretty like this,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
a blush rises to your cheeks, your heart beating a little faster. “you always say that,” you tease, your voice filled with affection.
jungkook chuckles, setting the joint aside and wrapping his arm around you. “because it’s true,” he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. the soft music playing in the background adds to the intimate atmosphere.
after a while, jungkook shifts, turning to face you fully. “come here,” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap. you move willingly, straddling him and resting your hands on his shoulders.
your faces are close, breaths mingling as you look into his eyes. jungkook’s hands settle on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin through your shirt. “i’ve been thinking about this all week,” he admits, his voice low and husky.
you smile, leaning in to brush your lips against his. “me too,” you whisper, then your mouths meet in a slow, deep kiss. it starts gentle, lips moving softly against each other, but quickly grows more intense. jungkook’s tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and tasting. he pulls back slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips before he spits into your mouth, making you moan.
jungkook’s hands roam your body, slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin. “god, you’re so soft,” he groans, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you rock your hips against him.
his touch is everywhere, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his fingers go. he slides a hand down to your core, slipping beneath your panties to find you already wet. “so wet for me,” he murmurs, slipping a finger inside you, making you gasp. he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out.
your breaths come in short gasps, your body trembling with pleasure. “baby,” you moan, your hips moving in time with his fingers. “feels so good.”
he kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he speeds up his movements. “you’re doing so good, baby,” he praises, his voice rough with desire. “i want you to come for me.”
the pleasure builds quickly, a tight coil of heat in your belly. you can feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing as you chase your release. “i’m close,” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.
jungkook’s fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. “that’s it, baby. come for me,” he urges, and with a cry, you do. your body shakes with the force of your orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers as you squirt, wetting his hand and the couch beneath you.
jungkook doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside you as he kisses you deeply. “so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips, his free hand coming up to cup your breast, squeezing gently.
your body is still trembling, your breaths coming in shaky gasps. “jungkook,” you whimper, your hips moving restlessly. “i need you.”
he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “i’ve got you, baby,” he promises, quickly undoing his pants and freeing his erection. he guides you up, positioning himself at your entrance before slowly lowering you onto his cock.
the sensation is overwhelming, your already sensitive body reacting intensely to the feeling of him filling you. “so big,” you moan, your head falling back as you take him in.
jungkook groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “you feel so good,” he says, his voice strained. “so tight.”
you move together, a slow, steady rhythm that quickly builds in intensity. every thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, your moans growing louder with each movement. jungkook’s hands roam your body, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. he kisses and bites at the skin, leaving marks that will remind you of this night for days.
the room is filled with the sounds of your lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together, and your shared moans and gasps. the pleasure builds quickly, a crescendo that leaves you both breathless.
jungkook’s movements become more urgent, his grip on you tightening as he nears his release. “come with me,” he urges, his voice rough with need. “i want to feel you.”
you’re right there with him, your body tensing as you reach your peak. “jungkook,” you cry out, your body convulsing as you come, your walls clenching around him.
with a final thrust, jungkook follows you over the edge, his body shuddering as he finds his release. you cling to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure until you’re both spent.
you collapse together, breathing heavily, your bodies tangled in a sweaty, satisfied heap. jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands soothing over your skin.
you smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the weed. “i love you,” you whisper, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
“i love you too,” he replies, pulling you close. you lay there, the music still softly playing in the background.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ ❝ HIGH ON YOU ❨jeon jungkook❩⋮ something about sharing a joint with jungkook and getting lost in each other’s touch makes the night unforgettable . . . ⋮ 📄, 🥛
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ ❝ PROVING A POINT ❨jeon jungkook❩⋮ something about a heated confrontation with jungkook leads to a passionate reconnection. ⋮ 📄, 🥛
▸ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 ᵏᵖᵒᵖ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ nothing here yet
▸ 𝐏𝟏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 ᵏᵖᵒᵖ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ nothing here yet
▸ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ᵏᵖᵒᵖ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ ❝ OFFICE AFTER HOURS ❨choi seungcheol❩⋮ something about a late-night office encounter with seungcheol, where feelings run high and boundaries fade, leading to intense and passionate moments . . . ⋮ 📄, 🥛
▸ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ᵏᵖᵒᵖ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‣ ❝ STEAMY DESIRES ❨bang chan❩⋮ something about a shower with bangchan and feeling his hands all over you makes your night amazing . . . ⋮ 📄, 🥛
