The Maknae line is chatting over break one day pondering their colleagues. When it comes to you they come to the unsurprising conclusion that they all find you attractive. And so, despite you no co-workers rule, they make a bet to see who can win your heart.
Eventual smut, Spit kink, DP, Mirror sex
Part 4
Your eyes blink open slowly as your alarm goes off somewhere nearby. You very much regret how late you stayed out with Taehyung last night knowing that you would be in for an early start with Jungkook the following day. Actually, you were very much starting to regret this entire situation. Giving up your entire weekend just to create an awkward situation for yourself to deal with on Monday was not how you saw this going.
A free dinner, some fun singing, maybe a little light-hearted revenge? Not the crushes you were forming on the guys involved. And certainly not causing the break up of friendships. Still, you had to finish, it wouldn't be fair to not go through with Jungkook's date just because you had gotten in over your head. Plus, for all you knew this could be the refreshing hang out with a platonic friend you so desperately needed to come from this.
So begrudgingly, you dragged yourself out of bed in order to prepare for whatever lay ahead.
Jungkook had never actually mentioned his grand plan for the day. However, having gotten to know Jungkook over the last couple of weeks, you made the educated guess of light-hearted fun, maybe something a little active.
You settled on a casual, multipurpose outfit, fit for whatever he wanted to throw at you. He appeared right on time. You could practically see the energy bouncing around inside of him. He couldn't seem to keep still as he reached to take your hand. He barely waited for you to check that the door had locked behind you before taking off towards the stairs and out into the world.
This time no car awaited. Instead, he insisted on walking, hands swinging gently as you went. It was nice, listening to him hum as you walked along. He didn't answer your questions when you asked, only smiled and shrugged. You just let it go, enjoying the quiet and the feel of his hand in yours.
You're about 20 minutes away from your apartment when the funfair comes into view and you finally understand where he is taking you. He pays for a bucket of tokens at the gate and the two of you head towards the first run of games you see.
It's a classic throwing game, hit the target, win a prize. In theory, it should be easy. But as you watch the couple currently standing in front of the booth the targets switch places and the man misses by a hair. The girl giggles until she notices how devastated the man looks. She tries unsuccessfully to hide her laugh by burying her face into his bicep, curling around his arm to make him feel better. It's cute to see the way he instantly relaxes at her touch. The two walk away together looking for an easier way to win a prize.
You expect Jungkook to take up the throwing position but he instead twirls you under his arm and into place and then hands a couple of tokens to the woman running the game. She hands you three balls to throw.
"Win me something good won't you?" Jungkook asks batting his eyelashes at you. You nod determined, then face the task at hand. The first two balls miss by a mile. You can't help but deflate a little, Jungkook's exaggerated fake pout not helping. For the third throw, you take a deep breath, shake out your shoulders, and close one eye to aim. By some miracle it hits! Barely... but it still counts. The lady holds out a small bucket of beanie baby crabs for you to choose from. You pluck a sparkly green one away from its friends a present it proudly to your date.
Jungkook grins as he takes it from you putting it in the top pocket of his shirt so it can just about see the world around it as you continued on through the park.
You stumble across a strongman bell next, and this time Jungkook takes the swing himself. It shouldn't surprise you that he does well, still, you are taken aback by the speed the hammer hits the bell at the top. It seems you aren't the only one taken aback as the attendant gapes at your date before shaking himself back to reality. He hands Jungkook a ribbon, proudly proclaiming him to be the world's strongest man and Jungkook wears it proudly on the opposite side to the crab. He takes your hand once more and leads you onwards.
"Want to ride some of the rides?" He asks.
"Sure, but nothing too big, I've never trusted these temporary park rides." You eye the big drop wearily and he laughs at your apprehension.
"Okay, we can start easy." He winks and you swear you're melting, the heat rushing to your face far too quickly to be healthy. You don't have time to consider how wrong it should feel to be this affected by the man beside you. He is already pulling you in the direction of the next activity.
You land in the queue for the bumper cars, about ten people ahead of you waiting their turn. He releases your hand and the sudden lull gives you a chance to take him. His nerves are obviously bubbling to the top again now that you aren't distracted by anything else. It's adorable to see the difference between him in his element and him the moment he is remotely unsure. Keeping busy with the things he is familiar with brings out a confident cocky young man, ready to take on the world. The moment the familiarity is stripped away, he shuffles his feet, his hand runs through his hair a little too often to be moving it out of the way, and he starts to look like he will flee at any loud noise.
You reach out for his arm, smiling softly to reassure him. You can't help swaying into him just a little bit as he smiles back at you. Tilting your face down to the floor, you cough to clear the lump forming in your throat.
"So... are we sharing a car or are we going for a player vs player game?" You ask trying to break the weird atmosphere that seemed to be descending between the two of you.
"I thought it could be more of a 'you and me vs the world game'," He said, the missing bravado from early only making the suggestion more endearing.
"Sounds good to me." The line shuffles forward as the previous drivers disembark. The attendant gestures to a car at the far side of the ring and your head towards it. Clearly once a royal purple, the car was covered in scratches and scrapes that only seem to its character. Jungkook offers you the driver's side, but you decline, more than willing to just be along for the ride. He helps you over the shallow sides and into your seat before taking his position and a bell sounds around the arena. He takes off at full speed. Turns out Jungkook walked everywhere because he was a terrible driver. He hit the walls more often than another car. Most people ended up leaving your car alone out of pity.
Each time he bumped into another wall, he cringed, and you laughed, feeling lighter than you had since Taehyung had proposed a second date. It was nice just to forget the problems awaiting you tomorrow, even if only for a little while. The bumper cars are brought to an automatic stop and everyone disembarks. It's cute how quick he reaches for your hand again.
The day continues on in a similar fashion, you have lunch at a hot dog cart, with candy floss to finish. Both of you feel far too sick to continue on rides for a little while afterwards so you stick to fairground games, occasionally winning, usually losing. Still, you were more than thrilled with the little loot that you had acquired. Jungkook had won a bunny friend for his pocket frog, along with a selection of candy jewellery and some temporary tattoos that he insisted you put on using the sinks near the porta potties.
It was such an easy afternoon that you really hated yourself every time you thought about how it would end. Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end.
The two of you settle on one last ride to finish your time together. The most cliché thing you could possibly manage. So the two of you pile into a carriage on the Ferris wheel. he still holds your hand in his, like he is afraid you'll disappear the second he breaks contact. You use it to loop his arm around your shoulder and lean back into his.
"I wish we could stay up here forever." He breathed, barely above a whisper.
"I think I so too." The silence lingers between you for a moment before he asks the question that must have been playing on his mind the entire day.
"How were your dates with the others?" You tilt your face up to look at him, seeing the real concern in the furrow of his eyebrows. And it breaks your heart to have to tell him the truth.
"They were fun too." You pause and his eyes close in defeat. "But you need to know I did all this because I knew about the bet. I just didn't know about the real feelings behind it." He drops your hand but doesn't take his arm back from around you.
"I don't think any of us knew about the true feelings behind the bet until it was too late... But I do know now that they are very real at least for me." He takes a deep breath a peeks out of one eye. You're not sure what your expression reads as, but you're sure it wasn't what he had been hoping by the way his eyes squeeze shut again. "I take it there is no chance at a second date?"
"I don't think I could do that to your friendship with the others, I think it's best if we go back to just colleagues... Don't you?"
"Maybe I should think that, they are my best friends... It's just so hard to look at you and not want you." The heat is back in your cheeks. "But I also could never give them up." He relaxes back into the chair as the ride starts to take you back towards the ground. His eyes reopen and he turns to face you. "Whatever happens next, I know I'll always regret it if I don't do this." He presses forwards and kisses you like a man with nothing to lose.
The ride comes to an end and he offers you his hand one more time. You take it without a word and allow him to lead you home. The evening air cool on your skin, as the two of you remain silent the entire way. No teasing questions, no humming, not even swinging your arms. Still, you take advantage of the time memorising the feeling of his hand in yours. Turning over thoughts of each man as you mulled through the mess you created for yourself.
He holds open the front door to your apartment building. For a moment, you think he will leave you there, say goodnight at the door like he usually does, but his fingers remain laced through your, grip tightening, afraid that letting go of you now means he has to let go of you completely.
You hear squabbling as you come to the top of the stairs. Jungkook turns to look at you confused, probably wondering if this was a normal occurrence in your building. You shake your head in response. Tentatively you push open the door at the top of the stairwell to reveal a very worked up Jimin and Taehyung standing in front of your door. Both men fall silent as you walk into the hallway holding Jungkook's hand. Each looking equally as devastated.
One shot idea/request! M or E rating, !idol tae, Kim Taehyung x reader
Y/N hasn’t dated in a while and downloads a few dating apps to test the waters. She doesn’t anticipate wanting to meet up with anyone, but has been quite lonely during quarantine and wouldn’t mind some free compliments/dirty talk to boost her confidence. She meets someone mysterious with no photos but an interesting profile. They match and engage in some pleasantries which escalate to some naughtier topics. After getting to know him more she starts thinking about meeting up after all. She’s vaccinated and has been seriously craving some skinship and sexy times. Imagine her surprise when she goes to meet her mystery guy who happens to be one of her idols. (Bonus if they talk about BTS at some point and she mentions her Tae bias 😂)
If something like this already exists pls let me know! And if anyone would be interested in writing this ☺️
↠Synopsis: Jungkook’s been away on tour, and you’ve really missed him. But when you try to show him just how much, he doesn’t reciprocate the way you’d like, and it makes you question whether the problem is you.
↠Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
↠Word Count: 12.8k+
↠Genres: Angst, Smut, Fluff if you squint really hard
↠Warnings/Tags: punk rock!au; alcohol and marijuana use; explicit language (cursing); a sprinkling of an existential crisis; thigh riding; slight body worship; edging/orgasm denial; oral sex (m receiving); unprotected sex; creampie; multiple orgasms (m&f receiving); rough sex.
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↠ A/N: I can’t believe I wrote a thing! Thank you so much for giving it a read! I really hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been posting for a few weeks saying that it would be done in a few days but life kept getting in the way. But it’s here now and I’m excited to finally share my first fic with you! Please tell me what you think, send me asks, leave a comment, anything. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated since I’ve never written a piece of fiction before! I’m excited to know what you think!
Also a HUGE thank you to the lovely lady who beta read this story for me, she is so freaking amazing and nice and helpful, and she really saved my ass with this one lol, and also to my best friend who helped me along the way and kept it real with me.
Sanctified: “declared, made or believed to be holy; free from sin.”
“….And that’s why George Nakashima is the best woodworker of our time.”
You stared blankly at your best friend as he took a gulp of his no longer neglected beer, dumbfounded as to why he decided to regale you with the wonderful story of his favorite furniture craftsman, and something about “the soul of the tree”.
“Did he really just spend 20 minutes talking about your guys’ boujee new coffee table?” you said as you turned to your other best friend, Yoongi, who also happened to be a bartender at the bar you were currently sitting in.
“Namjoon’s been enthusiastically domestic whenever he gets drunk lately.” Yoongi placed a fresh shot of rum on the bar in front of you, chuckling to himself.
Namjoon looked so melodramatically heartbroken that you were afraid his face would get stuck that way permanently. “I don’t think I appreciate being character assassinated by my best friend AND my boyfriend! And I am not drunk.”
In what you assume was an attempt at acting dismissive, Namjoon crossed his legs while leaning back and tried to take a swig of his beer. All of this simultaneous movement would have required too much coordination for even a sober Namjoon, so you watched as your friend’s elbow missed the bar, and in the process of trying to catch himself, spilled beer all over his face.
You fought to contain yourself, sucking in your lips hard enough to turn them blue. Yoongi burst into an absolute cackling fit from behind the bar and you absolutely lost it, laughing so hard that you had to get off your stool and stabilize yourself.
“I’m gonna pass out!!” you yelled as you slapped the seat of your stool repeatedly.
After a minute your laughter died down, and you looked up to see Yoongi bent over the bar, eyes screwed shut and gummy smile on full display, silently shaking with the aftershock of his outburst. When he straightened up you looked at each other for a moment, as if to tell each other telepathically to get your shit together before you try to console your friend.
You both turned to look at Namjoon, who you were forced to admit looked so pathetically adorable slumped on his stool and dripping in beer that you didn’t know if you could hold a second wave of laughter, and you could sense that Yoongi was fighting the same battle in your periphery. Trying to distract yourself you picked up the shot of rum from the bar and put it to your lips. As you were about to take your shot, you looked at Yoongi and Namjoon, who seemed to be trying not to laugh again, their lips pursed and struggling to contain their giggles. Just as you knocked your head back to let the sweet tingly liquid past your lips, they both burst out into a laughing fit again and you nearly spit your shot all over them as a surge of laughter erupted from your chest.
Eventually all three of you started breathing at a normal pace again as you wiped the tears from your eyes and Yoongi reached under the bar, grabbing a fresh towel for Namjoon to dry himself off with and handing it over to him, all of you still giggling slightly.
“Oh my GOD!” You fanned yourself with your right hand, as your left attempted to keep your sides from splitting at the seams. “That was too perfect! Looks like you’re cut off Joonie-bug,” you chided, poking at the dimples in his cheeks.
Namjoon swatted at your hand, pulling away from your intrusion. “Isn’t there a punk rocker boyfriend of yours that can come get you or something?”
“He should be here soon actually.” You pulled out your phone to check the time.
12:00 am.
You looked up from your phone to scan the bar, with its red walls and stained glass light fixtures that glowed with low light.
It was a pretty large establishment. It had a line of pool tables along the left side of the bar, a moderately sized dancefloor with tables along either side, and a small stage at the far corner for a live band. You’ve been coming here for a long time, ever since Yoongi, whom you’ve known since elementary school along with Namjoon, applied for a bartending job here a few years back. It was almost homey to you, and you enjoyed spending your time here with your friends, even on nights when there was nothing special going on, much unlike tonight.
Tonight’s live act had the place packed to standing room only. The band playing was none other than ‘BTS’, a relatively popular rock band, whose heart throb frontman and main vocalist Jeon Jungkook happened to be your aforementioned “punk rocker boyfriend”, whom you haven’t seen in months. The band was coming back from a tour overseas today and this show was their last for the summer.
The band’s instruments and equipment were on stage, but no actual band members. They’d be coming straight from the airport so you had no idea whether they were even here yet or if they were late, since Jungkook hadn’t really been able to text or call you much in a few days. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t think much of it since you knew that you’d be able to finally see him tonight regardless. All you knew was what time the show was supposed to start, so you decided to wait out at the bar with Namjoon and Yoongi instead of waiting alone in the run-down, tacky green room behind the stage all by yourself.
You looked back at your phone to check the time again when you heard a *tap tap tap* coming from the speakers. When your eyes hit the stage this time, you saw the broad shouldered, chestnut haired manager of BTS, Kim Seokjin, standing at the front-most microphone on the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please! They’ve just come back home from their first world tour, where they sold out every single venue they stepped foot in! Here at ‘The Speakeasy’ for an exclusive show, I present to you, The Badass, The Talented, The Sanctified! Put your hands together for B T S!!!”
The crowd erupted into cheering and screaming as the band members of BTS started to file onto the stage.
First up was the drummer, Jung Hoseok. As you watched him glide over to his drum set and sit down, grabbing his drumsticks and twirling them around his fingers, you were reminded of why he always got on stage first: that man was pure sunshine. Sure, he was wearing almost all black with raven hair to match and had tattoos all down his arms, but when he entered a room you could swear the lights got just a little bit brighter. Hoseok got every crowd excited just by him being there. He radiated absolute warmth as he beamed out at the crowd, waving to as much of the audience as he could, and you could almost feel your skin start to sunburn, when the purple haired guitarist hopped on stage.
Park.
Jimin.
If there was any man who made being in someone’s presence a personal attack, it was Jimin. It just wasn’t fair how much of a flirt this man was. It had always been that way. You remembered meeting him the for the first time like it was yesterday. Before Jungkook could even finish telling each other your names Jimin had already wasted no time in running his eyes up and down your body, like he could see right through your clothes. He licked his pillowy lips, took your hand and planted a kiss on the back of it, and drawled out “It’s nice to meet you, sweetie,” with a wink. Jimin had absolutely no shame, and that was when he was just being a muggle. When Jimin got on stage? Forget about it. You’d sometimes had to warn girls in the front row of their shows to try and not get pregnant.
He got to his spot on stage, looked out at the crowd and playfully stuck out his tongue before turning around to grab his guitar off it’s stand. It took everything in you not to yell “Stick your tongue back in your mouth boy!” and you ended up just murmuring it to yourself instead.
Right behind him walking onto the stage was one ocean blue-locked, ethereal bassist named Kim Taehyung, and ethereal really was the only word that could describe him. Both in physical appearance, and in personality. He was so beautiful. His facial features were perfect in every way imaginable, and yet whenever he hung out with everyone off stage, he’d sometimes make the silliest face he could possibly muster, seemingly out of nowhere, or would just come out of left field with the most outlandish statement he could think of at the moment, and his duality really made you question whether he was human sometimes. He put the strap of his bass guitar over his shoulders, plugged it into the amp, and freestyled a short riff, his long fingers dancing along the chords with ease.
Just when you thought the crowd couldn’t get any louder, there he was. Jeon Jungkook’s curly mop of raven hair emerged from beneath your line of sight, followed by his big doe eyes and his signature smirk, and the entire bar went absolutely apeshit cheering for the frontman they all came to see. When you could finally see him standing full stature on stage, suddenly it felt like it was too hard to breathe, your heart beating so fast that the sound of blood rushing past your ears almost completely muffled the sounds of the crowd. The feeling was euphoric, finally being able to see him in the flesh after six months of being away from him. You had missed him so damn much.
The beauty and grace of the other 3 band members had nothing on Jungkook. Not to you anyway. He had the body of some ancient God of War that you read about in mythology, the voice of an angel, and when he would touch you it felt like your lungs were about to fly out of your body and take all the air with them. Needless to say he was absolutely breathtaking.
Jungkook adorned himself with his guitar, leaned into the mic with a smug smile that showed off his bunny teeth, and yelled out to the crowd to prepare themselves for a kick ass show.
The crowd roared with “hell yeah’s” and “fuckin right’s” and huge smiles spread across the band member’s faces, everyone on stage exchanging smirks and nods with each other in satisfaction.
“LET’S GET IT!!”
On cue the instruments onstage and the members holding them came to life with the opening chords of the first song of the night.
‘Dionysus’ was growing to be your favorite BTS song, and it made a killer opener. You’d become quite fond of the drinker’s party anthem after hearing it open up every show since its release a year ago. It really brought out the inner rocker in everyone, no matter what genre of music they preferred.
Namjoon was the perfect example of that very phenomenon. A staunch hip hop enthusiast to the outside world, he’d never once admitted out loud that he actually enjoyed coming to BTS shows with you and always insisted that he only accompanied you to show support for you and your boyfriend, though it didn’t take a genius to see the truth. Like clockwork, when you looked over at Namjoon when the song opened, you saw him pound his fist on the bar precisely two times at the same exact part that he always did. You cast your eyes over to Yoongi, who was already waiting for you to look his way, because he was watching for Namjoon’s signature move as well, and the two of you shared a knowing smirk.
“I thought you only had ears for Yoongi’s music, Joon!” you yelled over the noise.
He shot you a playful look that said “don’t test me”.
You smirked as you shook your head. “Top ten anime betrayals!” you declared.
Namjoon playfully punched you in the arm, so you feigned death for a moment, falling limp onto the bar and letting your tongue flop out of your mouth.
Yoongi placed a new shot of rum in front of your face, making you straighten right up.
“Took you long enough! You’re not getting a tip!” you teased. You took the shot, the liquid tingly and sweet on your tongue.
You loved the witty banter that Yoongi would indulge you in. But the way he smiled at you, mischievous intent clear in his eyes, you dreaded where he was going to take the conversation.
“I beg to differ!” Yoongi glanced over at his boyfriend with a smirk.
“You’ll get more than the tip if you behave!” Namjoon winked at him, the smile slowly quirking up on his face showing off his dimples.
“Ok can you guys not eye fuck while Yoongi’s still working? You’re gonna get him fired and I don’t want you guys to have to move in with me because you spent your life savings on a coffee table complete with soul!”
“Wow, good to know you’re willing to help in a crisis!” Namjoon said sarcastically.
The band went through their set, and you watched as your boyfriend and his band mates practically brought the house down with their sheer stage presence alone as they ended their performance. Even after all the band practices, rehearsals, late nights of Jungkook singing to you and riffing on his guitar to try to get a song just right, and the countless live shows you’d attended, BTS performances had never once ceased to amaze you. The members had amazing chemistry onstage, topped with incredible talent, and no one show was exactly like the other. You were so mesmerized that you didn’t even realize the show was over until you saw Jungkook and his band mates hop down from the stage one by one and disappear into the sea of people. You were searching through the heads of the people in the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Jungkook when you felt a soft slap land on your shoulder.
“They’ve out done themselves again.”
You looked over your shoulder to see BTS’s number two fan (after you, of course) standing behind you.
“Jin! It’s good to see you again!” You threw your arms over his almost abnormally wide shoulders and gave him a hug, which he quickly reciprocated. “How was the tour?”
“It was great! The boys have quite the fanbase overseas. I almost had to add more dates, the people couldn’t get enough.“
"I know the feeling,” you said.
You were about to turn around to ask Yoongi to pour some shots for everyone, when you feel it. The heat. Like literal, physical heat. When you tried to look over to where you’d last seen the band disappear into the crowd, your view was blocked by Jungkook, heat waves rolling off him and glistening with sweat, followed by his three equally sweaty bandmates.
In the year and a half you’d known Jungkook, you could always count on him being physically hot to the touch. The man was like his own space heater. It had saved you a mentionable chunk of money during the winter, that was for sure. So especially after performing, of course he’d be so hot that you could feel him from 5 feet away. You ran the rest of the way over to him and practically tackled him to the ground, throwing your arms over his neck and moving in for a kiss, one that you’ve been waiting six months to give him. When your lips met his, he reciprocated with a sweet and tender kiss, which caught you completely off guard. You had expected something eager, something primal.
You’d fantasized about this moment for the past few weeks, all of the drama that would unfold. Thinking about him devouring you with his eyes, grabbing and holding you so tight that you couldn’t breathe, not that you would be able to anyway. Thinking of you getting home and not even being able to wait until the door was closed before your desire overwhelmed you, letting him have every part of you right in the doorway. So far, this was not at all going to plan, and you hoped it wouldn’t stay that way by the end of the night.
You pulled away from him to look into his eyes. He wasn’t looking at you in any type of negative way, but the fire in his eyes that you had imagined would be there just wasn’t.
“Hi baby.” he said with a soft smile.
“Hi Kookie.”
You searched his eyes for a few moments longer before turning to greet the rest of the band.
“Guys, that performance was amazing!” you said as you made your rounds, giving hugs to the other men around you.
“Did you miss me, doll?” Jimin’s hand lingered on your waist a bit too long, as per usual.
You gave him a hearty slap on the chest as you backed away toward the bar. “Umm, I missed my boyfriend. I will admit though that it’s nice to see all three of you again,” you simpered.
You made sure to put extra emphasis on the ends of your sentences. After all, who else was there to keep his ego in check? He only cared what women thought about him and you have the only vagina in your friend group, so that duty lay solely with you. You knew that on some level he was only joking around when he acted like this, mostly because you’d seen how he acted when he was trying to hit on a girl he actually liked. Plus you knew him to be far too loyal to actually put the moves on his best friend’s girl. Even still it was fun to shoot him down without mercy.
You turned around to face Yoongi who was about to take his apron off. Luckily Yoongi’s connection to the band had earned him an early end to his shift so that he could celebrate BTS’s return with you, partly due to the fact that Jin probably wouldn’t have booked this bar for the end of their tour if Yoongi didn’t work here, and his boss knew it.
“Before you clock out can you pour us a round of shots? We’ll wait for you so we can take them all together!”
“Pick your poison.” Yoongi took his hands off the strap to his apron and smoothed it back down.
“I don’t care as long as it’s strong.” You winked.
Yoongi chuckled and turned around to grab the shot glasses and libation when you heard Hoseok protest behind you.
“Who said the rest of us are willing to wait? I’m ready to get this party started!”
“I did, you didn’t hear me just now? Besides, it’s not like you need to pregame, Hobi. You’ll be out of it before we even get back to Jin’s.”
Jimin and Taehyung both slapped their hands over their mouths and turned away so that their friend couldn’t see them laughing at his expense.
Hoseok’s smile faltered a little at your insinuation. “I–I’m not a lightweight, if that’s what you’re implying!”
This only sent Jimin and Taehyung further over the edge, trying their hardest to not fall on the ground, laughing as silently as they could muster.
You just stood there in front of Hoseok with your arms folded over your chest, almost challenging him to try and prove you wrong, but Jin interrupted your playful banter to announce that he was going to go hail cabs for everyone to take back to his place.
“I’ll go with you,” Jungkook turned around and started towards the door behind Jin to help him go fetch your cabs. Before you could ask him to stay with you at the bar he’d already disappeared into the crowd.
You watched him as he walked out the door and into the warm summer night, staring at the door unblinkingly as it opened and then closed. You must have been staring at the place he disappeared through for a while because when you looked over at everyone else, their eyes were glued to you, likely confused as to why you went dead silent all of a sudden after you’d just spent a few minutes jabbering away with them.
You clapped your hands, shaking your head as if that would banish the anxiety that was plaguing you. “Alright guys! Grab your shots!”
Yoongi came around to your side of the bar after abandoning his apron behind the counter somewhere and sat next to Namjoon, who didn’t waste a second giving his boyfriend a kiss.
Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok closed the distance between them and the bar and each took their shots in hand.
You reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s shot for him as well as your own, and you swirled the spirits around in the shot glass, staring into it as if it would tell you your fortune.
‘Why does Jungkook seem so off? Did I do something wrong? Is he not as happy to see me as I am to see him? Maybe all that time apart ruined us for him, maybe he didn’t miss me…..’
“Ahem!”
You were pulled from your inner monologue when someone coughed very loudly in your direction. You must have been gone to the world again for the second time tonight.
You looked up to see Namjoon staring at you with a cocked head, and he motioned you with his eyes over to Jin and Jungkook, who reappeared while you were lost inside your head.
“Oh!” You chuckled nervously and handed over Jungkook’s shot.
“Shall we all toast to something?” Hoseok asked, bright smile having returned to his face.
“I’ll go first!” Jimin pushed his way to the center of your circle. He looked right at you and you rolled your eyes. “To beautiful women.”
Groans at various levels of done-ness broke out from everyone else in the group.
“Fine then.” Yoongi put his arm around Namjoons waist and looked him in the eyes. “To beautiful men.”
“To art.” Taehyung raised his glass.
“To being an amazing and handsome manager and CEO.”
“To the soul of the tree” Namjoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
“To bringing down the house!” Hoseok acted out a short interpretive dance of a literal building collapsing that made you burst out laughing.
“To getting fucked up with your closest international rockstar friends!” you shouted, raising your glass high above your head in victory.
Everyone looked over to Jungkook who had yet to make his toast. He looked around at everyone in the circle in front of him, each person silent and waiting, like they were standing on the edge of a precipice waiting in anticipation for Jungkook to give the go ahead to jump. After a pause that seemed like it took a decade, Jungkook smiled and said “To BTS!”
“To BTS!!!” You all clinked your glasses together and knocked your heads back.
As soon as the liquor touched your tongue you regretted not specifying to Yoongi what liquor you had wanted for the shots, and it took all your willpower not to start heaving. You managed to swallow the fire liquid and keep it down, and you whipped around to face Yoongi who had a wicked smile stretched across his face.
“Yoongi!!! Tequila!?!?” You gagged, animatedly waving your arms above your head.
Yoongi seemed to find this hilarious and immediately doubled over laughing.
“Ah fuck, Hobi’s already turning red!” Taehyung pinched his fingers to the bridge of his nose in apparent annoyance, but you could see that under his hand he was biting his lip to fight back his laughter.
“Well we better get in the cabs while we still can then! Let’s take this party back to my place!”
The short 15 minute cab ride from the bar to Jin’s penthouse apartment had been agonizingly uneventful. Everyone else decided to let you and Jungkook have a cab all to yourself, and absolutely nothing exciting happened. Not even so much as a makeout session. Most of the ride was completely silent, with Jungkook just staring out the window almost the whole time. Sure he was holding you the whole time but you thought it was odd of him to be so silent and it unsettled you. So upon arriving at Jin’s, you decided to try and not let it bother you by getting ultra drunk, because when had that ever not solved your problems?
You were about 2 shots of brandy and 3 blunts in when the thought occurred to you to try and get Jungkook riled up. He’d been keeping to himself all night while the rest of you played drinking games (which you’d been absolutely conquering, much to everyone else’s dismay) and you wanted to let him know just how much you’d missed him, in every way. So at the close of the game you were currently playing you concluded it was time to make your move.
“Alright guys, I’m tapping out for now.”
“What!? Come on girl, where’s the fun in that!?” Hoseok hiccuped as you got up from the table and made your way over to the couch where Jungkook was playing on his phone.
“I’m…pacing myself…” You motioned your eyes over to Jungkook and then back to Hoseok, hoping he wasn’t too far gone to catch your drift.
He flitted his eyes back and forth for a few seconds, and then you could see it clicking on his face. “Ohhhhhhhh…gotchu..” Hoseok winked dramatically at you.
You walked over to the couch and plopped down, snuggling up to Jungkook as he put his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey baby” Jungkook turned and planted a kiss on your temple.
“Hey. Whatcha up to over here?” you asked, peering down at his phone.
“Just playing a game I downloaded while we were in England. It’s pretty fun.”
“Don’t you want to come play with us? We were gonna play Cards Against Humanity next.” You nonchalantly put your hand on his thigh. You could still feel how firm it was even through his leather pants, and you thought about how much you wanted to just straddle it and beg him to let you ride his thigh until you came undone.
“No, I’m fine out here. I’ve been with them all day everyday for six months, I could use a break.” Jungkook kept his eyes locked on his phone.
You began inching your hand higher up his thigh, closer and closer toward what you craved so badly to finally touch. You weren’t trying to actually start anything with him, you just wanted to tease him a little bit. Get him hot and bothered so that the real action would start as soon as you got home. Maybe even in the cab. You craved him so badly after your six month dry spell that you wouldn’t have even minded him flipping you over on the couch and going to town right in front of everyone. You just needed him, and you needed him to know it.
Jungkook seemed completely unfazed by your advancing hand until you scooched up and began nibbling on his neck, right where it met his collarbone. The reaction you got out of him was the exact opposite of what you were hoping for.
Jungkook leaned his head away and gently pushed your hand off his thigh. “Not now babe, come on.”
“Sorry, I just missed you.” You sat completely up, praying that the couch cushions would open up and allow you to sink all the way through.
“Yeah I missed you too but I don’t feel like doing anything right now, especially not in my manager’s living room. Ok?”
“Yeah. Sure. I’m just gonna go back over there.” You quickly got up from the couch and grabbed a bag of weed on your way back to the dining room, where Jin and Namjoon were setting up the card piles for Cards Against Humanity. You were definitely going to need to get more toasted to make this work.
You sat down in your previously abandoned seat, grabbed your blunt wraps and started breaking up a bud while Namjoon and Jin finished setting up the cards and pouring everyone a starting shot of Ciroc.
“We’re already smoking a blunt you know?” Taehyung said through his held breath, having just taken a toke of said blunt.
“Yeah, well……” You zoned out as you began to stuff the herb into it’s wrap. “Since when is sharing one blunt with seven people fun?”
Something about your dulled tone must have set everyone on edge, because a hush fell over the table at your response.
“Um….did something happen over there?” Jimin inquired in a hushed tone. You could see genuine concern in his eyes as he gazed at you from across the table.
“Yea, that was kinda quick.” Hoseok cocked his head to the side.
“Guys, I’m fine. I swear.” You faked the best smile you could, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look that told you they weren’t buying it. You looked over at them, and Namjoon quirked his eyebrow up at you, to which you shook your head, just slightly enough for the pair of them to notice without alerting the rest of the group to your telepathic conversation. Namjoon and Yoongi have been your best friends for close to 20 years now, of course they’d know you were faking, but you’d have to talk to them about it later, and they knew you would. You finished rolling the blunt and lit the end, taking your two puffs and passing it to Jin.
You started to play Cards Against Humanity with the drinking stipulation that the losers of a round take a shot, and though the game succeeded in lifting your spirits a bit, it still couldn’t keep your mind off of the man sitting in the living room all by himself. It was like you had completely forgotten about your dilemma until whenever there was a lull or a moment of silence, allowing your brain to kick up the emotional sediment you had thought to be settled already and bringing it back to the surface. You wanted to know why he was acting so out of character and if it had anything to do with you. This tour had been their first world tour, so this situation was completely new to you and you had no idea how to deal with it. It felt like it was eating you alive from the inside out and you didn’t know how to stop it, or if the flesh eating monster inside you would get it’s fill and leave you be.
After a particularly funny round, in all his flailing Jimin somehow managed to knock a bottle of vodka off the table, sending it toppling onto the floor and shattering into oblivion.
“Ah, fuck,” Jimin managed to say in between giggles.
Jin looked back and forth between the bottle and Jimin. “I’m not cleaning that,” he deadpanned.
Jimin just stared at him with pursed lips, giggling like a schoolboy.
“I’m really not,” Jin reiterated, trying to exude at least a sliver of authority over the situation. He looked around the table for support, but everyone was suddenly very interested in the cards they were holding, or straightening the stacks that remained. Jin huffed as he stood up from his chair. “Goddammit,” he mumbled, chuckling to himself under his breath.
The intermission gave you the perfect opportunity to go back into the living room and try again with Jungkook. You stood up from your chair and walked over to the couch where Jungkook was lounging with his head lolled back onto the headrest. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly ajar, but you thought nothing of it. You straddled his lap and ran your hands down his chest. His muscles were taught and firm and it made your mouth water.
Jungkook’s head slowly lifted, his eyelids heavy as he gazed up at you. “Hmm? What’re you doin’ babe?”
“Showin’ you how much I missed you,” you slurred out. You trailed a hand down to Jungkook’s groin, and your heart rate increased as your fingers made contact with his bulge.
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow as he glanced down at your hand on his crotch, before looking at your surroundings. “Are you kidding me?” Jungkook sighed as he flopped his head backward for a moment. “How many shots have you had?”
“Enough.” Your other free hand was playing with one of his nipples when Jungkook grabbed you by the waist, hoisted you off of his lap and placed you next to him on the couch.
“Did you forget what I told you earlier? I don’t want to get busy on my manager’s couch, especially in front of everyone.”
Your heart sank into your stomach at his rejection. You made to get up when Jungkook grabbed your wrist.
“That doesn’t mean you have to leave me alone you know? I’m just not trying to fuck you on this couch,” Jungkook appealed. “You can still hang out with me out here obviously.”
“I’m playing a game though,” you said, confused as to why he wanted you to stay but didn’t want to be touched.
“Right, fine.” Jungkook relented and let go of your wrist so that he could rub his eyes.
As you staggered back to the dining room table you thought you heard Jungkook grumble something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out, so you just ignored it and plopped back down in your seat.
Jin tossed the paper towels he used to clean up spilt vodka in the trash and settled into his seat as well. “Alright guys, we should probably make this our last round. Hit me with your best shot.” Jin picked up a black card. “War! What is it good for?”
Grateful for the distraction from the failure of your second attempt to excite Jungkook, you glanced at your hand and immediately knew exactly which card to use. You plucked out the card that said ‘An M16 Assault Rifle’ and slid it over to Jin.
Jin finished collecting all the white cards from everyone, shuffled them up and began reading them aloud.
“War! What is it good for?” Jin flipped the white cards over one by one and arranged them around the black card. “An M16 Assault Rifle. Historical Revisionism. All of this blood. Civilian casualties. A slightly shittier parallel universe. Sweet, sweet vengeance.”
Raucous laughter broke out among everyone at the table. Jimin crumpled over onto Taehyung, grabbing onto his shirt to keep himself from falling off his chair, and Taehyung was laughing so hard that his boxy grin was wide open but with no sound coming out. Jin’s windshield wiper laugh only made everything funnier, and you had your arms wrapped around your middle, praying to God that your spleen wouldn’t rupture. You laid your forehead on Hoseok’s shoulder for support, which didn’t do much to keep you upright because he was clapping his hands like a happy seal, and Namjoon had gotten up from his seat and started jumping around like a kangaroo, while Yoongi just rested his forehead on the glass of the tabletop while his shoulders shook up and down in silent laughter.
“How did everyone have the absolute perfect card for this?!” Jin wiped tears from his eyes as he looked over the cards again, still giggling like a madman. “Umm….okay who had ‘A slightly shittier parallel universe’?”
Hoseok began clapping like a cute little seal again. “Ha ha ha! Yes that’s mine!!” Hoseok announced as he began doing a little victory dance and plucked the black card from Jin’s hand.
“Damn!” You slumped back in your chair still giggling, before sitting back up and taking your last loser’s shot along with the other five sore losers.
Now that the game was over you decided it might be a good idea to check the time. You pulled out your phone and pressed down on the lock button but you were met with a dead battery symbol flashing in the center of a black screen. So, late-o’clock probably.
“Everyone is more than welcome to stay here for the night.” Jin said as he stretched his arms over his head.
“Well I kinda want to go home, if you know what I mean.” Yoongi said from his spot tucked cozy underneath Namjoon’s arm, whose shoulder Yoongi was using as a pillow.
“I second that motion!” Jungkook piped up from the living room and you almost jolted up out of your seat. You convinced yourself that the spirits in your bloodstream were to blame for your frantic thoughts.
‘Does that mean what I hope it does? Has he just been playing hard to get all night? Calm down, compose yourself. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out. Shit! Not THAT in and out! Okay, breathe in, breathe out. You can make it till you get home. Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, act normal…’
“Well of course the couples want to go home. Us bachelors can have a sleepover without you then! We can stay up late, swappin’ manly stories, and in the morning…I’m making waffles!” Taehyung burst out laughing at his Shrek reference.
“Kookie can you call us a cab? My phone’s dead.” You were surprised how even your voice came out considering how fast your heart was pumping.
“Already did, it should be here soon,” Jungkook said as he made his way toward the table. “Let’s head downstairs and wait.” Jungkook held his hand out to you with a soft smile, and you took it and stood up from your chair, hoping that he couldn’t feel you shaking ever so slightly, or that no one heard your breath hitch when your skin met his.
You grabbed your purse from the table by the door and turned around to say your goodbyes to everyone. Just before you turned back towards the door you saw Namjoon and Yoongi wink at you in unison and you winked right back at them. And then you were walking out the door, holding hands with Jungkook as he led you down the hallway, catching you every time you drunkenly stumbled over your own feet or lost balance, and then into the elevator and out onto the street to the waiting cab.
You were having trouble getting your key in the door of your shared apartment with Jungkook, thanks no doubt to the significant amount of alcohol in your system. Each second that ticked by that you were stuck outside seemed like it stretched on forever. You just wanted to get inside so that Jungkook could help you ease the throbbing in between your legs that had been building the entire cab ride home in anticipation. Feeling the dampness in your panties was becoming agonizing.
You finally managed to find the keyhole through your warbled vision and opened the door. As soon as Jungkook closed the door and clicked the deadbolt shut you felt your desire finally come all the way to the surface, tingling across your skin and tightening in your chest, like your body knew it was finally time for release, and you felt a fresh wave of arousal soak through your jeans. You couldn’t wait another minute to finally welcome Jungkook back properly. You turned around and walked over to Jungkook, placing your hands on his firm chest (partly for balance if you were to be honest) and leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles from his pulsepoint up to his sharp jawline.
Jungkook let out a quiet, breathy moan, but tried gently to push you away. “Not now, let’s go to bed.”
“Kookie please,” you whined as you brought a hand up and threaded your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, giving it a soft tug.
“You’re drunk, let’s just go to bed. Come on.”
“But baby, I need y-”
“I said let’s go to bed. You’re drunk. I’m tired. Please just come to bed with me.” Jungkook reached up and removed your hand from the back of his neck. His tone wasn’t laced with anger but you could tell, even in your intoxicated state that we was growing a little irritated.
You looked up into his doe eyes that were pleading with you to give it a rest.
“Come on” Jungkook held his hand out to you and smiled that adorable bunny smile. You took his hand and followed him to your bedroom where you both stripped down into your underwear and climbed into bed together. Jungkook draped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his face into your hair.
“Goodnight babe. I love you,” he said wistfully as he placed a kiss on the back of your head.
“‘Night Kook. Love you too” Your needs would have to wait until tomorrow.
It had been a week since the night of the party and still nothing. Try as you might, you had been completely unsuccessful in seducing your boyfriend. God, even just thinking that made you feel like an insecure teenager, but you couldn’t help it. Your anxiety was reaching a fever pitch, and every day that passed that Jungkook rejected your sexual advances, the more knots your insides tied themselves up into.
That’s why you were on your way to The Speakeasy tonight, to talk to the two friends you knew would be able to help: Yoongi and Namjoon. Yoongi had texted you this morning telling you that you could meet them at the bar before it opened, so here you were. You looked out of the window of the cab, watching the clouds roll by against the pink and orange painted sky above you. Tall buildings would occasionally obscure your view of the clouds as the cab rolled down the street, and you’d look into their windows thinking that there are people in there living their own lives who didn’t even know you existed. It made you think about if your problems really mattered on the grand scale. Before you could spiral down the rabbit hole any further your cab came to a stop and you decided to save the existential crisis for later.
You paid the driver and made your way into the bar, which was virtually empty, except for the blonde and pink heads at a table in the back. You made your way over to the table as quietly as you could and snuck up behind your friends.
“Mwah! Mwah!” You planted a loud kiss on the tops of Namjoon and Yoongi’s heads, startling them both as they whipped around to face their attacker.
“Oh, it’s you.” Yoongi sighed with relief.
You chuckled as you sat down across from the pair and grabbed the cocktail Yoongi had already prepared for you.
“So what’s wrong?” said Namjoon, concern written all over his face.
“I don’t even know….” You took a sip of your drink, pondering on where to even begin.
“Well how about you start by telling us what made you upset at Jin’s last week?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Ok, well, I went in the living room to try and, uh, rev things up with Jungkook, if you know what I mean, and he totally rejected me. And then when we got home it was the same thing!"
"Go on.” Namjoon’s brow was furrowed in concentration, nodding along to what you were saying.
You began nervously stirring your drink, pushing the ice to the bottom of the glass with the little black straw and letting it float back to the surface before submerging it again. You decided to just put the drink down, it was distracting you. “Well it’s been the same all week! No matter when or how I try he just won’t fuck me! It’s been six months, I’m getting a little desperate here!” you said, definitely far too loud.
“Thank God we’re not technically open yet,” Yoongi snickered.
Namjoon giggled, covering his mouth.
“Guys! Not helping!” You threw your arms up before slumping down and dropping your forehead against the table. “Please just help me.”
“Alright Drama Queen, let me ask you this. Has he been cold to you at all?” Yoongi began questioning you.
You had to think about it for a second. He’d been affectionate since he’s been back. He did cuddle with you at night when you slept, he’d given you plenty of soft kisses, but whenever you’d make a sexual advance, he’d always seem slightly irritated. That was what was driving you up the wall: it’s not like he was being a prick, he just didn’t want to have sex with you and you had absolutely no idea why. “No."
"Has he been aggressive with you at all when you try to initiate?"
"No"
"Have you ever considered that maybe you’re overreacting?"
At this you ripped your head from the table to look at Yoongi square in the face. "Why would I be overreacting? It’s blatant sexual rejection, I have a right to be upset!"
"Honey, have you ever considered that maybe there’s a deeper reason why he’s not indulging you?” Namjoon piped up from his seat, his arms folded over his chest, leaned back in his chair.
“What are you trying to say?”
It seemed Namjoon could hear the worry in your voice and he rushed to ease your mind. “I’m saying that maybe he just wants to relax for a bit. He’s been working almost every day for six months, thousands of miles from home. He’s probably tired."
"There’s no way that’s it."
"And you know that how? If you know what the problem is then why are you here?” Yoongi sat forward and put his elbows on the table. He was challenging your logic, or lack thereof, and if you were forced to be honest, it was working.
“Well Tae, Jimin and Hobi didn’t seem very tired at all, so how could you be so sure?” You thought you had him there, but Namjoon, ever the voice of reason chimed in with a rebuttal.
“Jungkook’s the leader of the band. There’s a lot of responsibility and extra work that comes with that, especially on tour, that the other guys just don’t really have to deal with.”
“Is that really it then? He’s just tired? He’s had a whole week to rest though,” you said.
“Well, I mean, that’s not all of it, Joon’s just being too nice to say the rest.”
“Yoongi,” Namjoon quipped.
“Have you tried to do anything other than fuck him this whole week?” Yoongi questioned you.
“Ummm..” He had you stumped.
“Out of the last seven days, how many of them have you tried to seduce him?” Yoongi pushed on before you could answer his first question.
“….All seven of them.”
“And you’ve paid no attention to any of his signals that might have told you he wasn’t up for it, for whatever reason?”
“Evidently not, asshole.” you jested, followed by a burst of laughter from all three of you.
“So what do I do?” you asked after you’d stopped laughing. You looked back and forth between the men, hoping that they could help you.
“Honey. Your main problem now is the same problem you’ve always had: you don’t talk when you have an issue with something,” Namjoon started to say when he was cut off.
“That and he’s probably pissed at you by now,” Yoongi interrupted. “Just ‘cause you think men only think with our dicks doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings.” Yoongi batted his eyelashes at you with a pout, his hands laid over his heart.
“Yoongiiiii,” Namjoon whined, before laughing at his boyfriend’s brashness. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is you stuff down your anxiety and pretend it doesn’t exist while it eats you from the inside out. All you have to do is talk to the poor guy! And you know I’m right.” Namjoon reached over and took the drink you’ve been fostering from your hands. “Go home, sweetie.”
“Maybe you’re right…”
“Oh, he’s definitely right. And so am I.” Yoongi smiled his gummy smile and motioned you toward the door with his head. “So go, and let’s us know what happens,” he said with a wink.
The door closed with a soft click as you entered your apartment. The light that still lingered in the twilight sky outside was casting elongated shadows all over the walls; for some reason none of the lights were on in the apartment. You dropped your purse and keys on the table by the door, kicked off your sandals and made your way toward your bedroom. When you rounded the corner to the hallway you saw the bathroom light shining from under the door, and you were halfway there when the door opened and out walked Jungkook.
He had a towel wrapped low around his waist, his torso completely bare. His golden skin was still dripping with water from the shower, and he was ruffling up his dark shaggy hair with a towel. He smiled wide when he noticed your presence. His bunny-like grin tugged at your heartstrings hard, meanwhile you felt an ache between your thighs that was growing more unbearable the more your eyes raked over Jungkook’s half naked body. It was like your entire being was trying to rip itself in half.
“Hey babe!” Jungkook sauntered over to you and gave you a sweet kiss that lasted nowhere near long enough.
“Kookie, can I talk to you about something?”
“Yeah, of course.” Jungkook cocked his head to the side.
“Umm… I’m not sure how to start this…” you trailed off, wrapping your arms around your shoulders. You remained silent far too long for Jungkook’s liking.
“Are you ok?” Jungkook’s big doe eyes were wide open as he took a step closer.
You had to turn your head away. The close proximity was killing you, and you had to get through this. “Sort of…” you murmured. You risked a glance up at his face to see his eyes light up with absolute panic.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” Jungkook reached out and grabbed your shoulders, and electricity shot through your skin from his warm touch.
“Why won’t you sleep with me?” you uttered, barely above a whisper.
“Excuse me?” Jungkook shook his head in surprise.
“I said ‘Why won’t you sleep with me?’” you answered, this time at a higher volume than necessary.
Jungkook’s hands dropped from your shoulders as he backed away from you. He put his arms across his chest and stared at you for what seemed like forever, his mouth slightly ajar.
“Will you say something already?!” Boy, did that come out wrong.
“Are you being for real right now?!”
“Yeah I’m being for real!”
Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe this is seriously the only thing you care about.”
“Well I’ve been coming onto you for days and you’re just not having it!” You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to start yelling, but you’d been holding it in so long that you figured ‘Fuck it, might as well let it all out.’
“And why do you think that is? I just got back from tour, have you heard of a thing called jet lag?” Jungkook asked sarcastically.
“It’s been a whole week Kook! You trying to tell me you still have jet lag?”
“Does it matter if I do? Because from what I’ve seen you don’t care about how I’ve felt the past week in the slightest, so why would you care now?” Jungkook threw his arms up in frustration.
“How about how I feel?! You’ve been rejecting me after we haven’t had sex in months, and you haven’t let on about why you’re rejecting me at all!” You were getting angry now, and you could feel all the blood rushing to your face as you waited for his reply.
“Why is it so hard for you to just be considerate of the fact that I just wanted to rest? I told you more than once I didn’t want to do anything! You sound so selfish right now!” Jungkook took a step forward, and you could see in his face he was becoming just as angry as you were.
“Well what about the night of the party?”
“What do you mean ‘What about the night of the party?’”
“I heard that moan! When I was kissing your neck? You liked it and you pushed me away anyway! What the fuck is up with that?!”
“You were piss drunk! Excuse me for not wanting to fuck you while you’re barely even there! Especially after I told you more than once that night that I was tired. There seems to be a recurring theme here,” Jungkook countered.
You were at a loss for words, and after a few tense moments Jungkook continued to unload on you.
“What I don’t understand is why you have to keep pushing it! The only thing you’ve wanted since I got back is sex! You didn’t want to spend time with me at Jin’s, you’d rather just get shitfaced with MY friends. You haven’t tried to spend any real time with me at all! It’s like you only missed my dick, not me! And this whole time I’ve actually been being pretty fuckin’ nice about it! I’ve been pissed off for a whole fucking week and not once have I taken it out on you!” Jungkook was seething, his breathing becoming heavier. Now you could see the fire burning in his pupils, you just wished it had been under better circumstances.
“So you’re pissed that I want to have sex with you?! What kind of sense does that make? Does that mean that you don’t want to fuck me at all? That this whole week you haven’t wanted to fool around even a little?!”
“Of course I want to! What, do you think these past few months were easy for me?! You’re not the only one here who hasn’t had any form of sexual contact in months you know! Do you know how hard it is to listen to your friends fucking in the other room while you’re on the other side of the world from you’re girlfriend? So of course I want to! It’s just kinda hard to get in the mood when I feel like the only thing you care about is my dick and not the whole me!” Jungkook’s whole body was so tense that he was shaking.
“Ok, fine! Sure, let’s just say I was wrong, or was being selfish. If you were tired and jet lagged, or I pissed you off, all you had to do is tell me! And you didn’t. You just pretended that I didn’t have feelings too! That makes you just as guilty as me.” You stepped closer to him, his height unable to intimidate you. If your rage wasn’t (thankfully) blocking out your desire you didn’t know if you’d even be able to speak. How long that would last you had no idea, but you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass you by. You weren’t backing down.
“I’m not wrong. You should have taken the hint.” The slightly softened look on Jungkook’s face when he finished speaking told you he was just grabbing at straws, so you knew it was time to go in for the kill.
“Oh! Mr. Sanctified can never be wrong! Jeon Jungkook is a God among men, how could he possibly make an error!?” you spat sarcastically, your words laced with venom as you pretended to speak to an audience around you, waving your arms around patronizingly.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, clearly fed up with your little performance.
“I was wrong, and so were you,” you hissed, punctuating your point by poking him in the chest.
Jungkook stepped closer to you once more, his face now a mere inch away from yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Once again the close proximity snapped you out of your thoughts, and all you wanted to do was reach over and touch his taut abdominal muscles.
“Oh my God, fine! I was wrong too! What more do you want from me?!”
“I want you to fuck me already!!!”
There was silence. Neither of you spoke for a few incredibly long seconds. Every little sound around you slowly amplified in your ears as you stared into his heavy-lidded brown eyes: your heartbeat thrumming in your chest, Jungkook’s quickening breaths, the clock on the wall that marked each second that ticked by while the both of you stood there, your bodies so close to touching and yet so far. The inches felt like miles. You wanted something to happen but the tension was so thick you didn’t know if you could actually move. Your arousal began dripping down your thighs, having already soaked though your lace panties. This was absolute agony.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened. By the time you noticed his lips move back to bare his gritted teeth Jungkook surged forward and pushed you back the few feet between you and the wall and pinned your arms above your head, ravenously biting and kissing at your pulsepoint and pressing his body against yours. It sent you reeling, thrashing your head back against the wall as a guttural moan ripped from your throat. He knew right where your most sensitive spots were and he was not going to take his time getting there.
There was nothing gentle about Jungkook’s movements. It was purely carnal as he removed one of his hands from your wrists and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you into the most intense kiss he’d ever given you. Your teeth clashed, your tongue entangled with his, trying to taste every part of his mouth like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have.
When he pulled away you immediately felt empty, panting and gasping for air as you gazed at him. He was looking deep into your eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. You squirmed, desperate for more contact.
“Is this what you wanted, babygirl?” Jungkook sultry deep voice rippled through your body as his hand snaked up the hem of your dress, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” you panted out, having now lost all ability to compose yourself.
“I think we need to get these out of the way.” Jungkook let out a deep growl as he hooked his fingers through your panties and ripped them clean off your body. “I hope you don’t like this dress.” Without even waiting for you to respond, Jungkook let go of your wrists with his other hand and ripped your dress right down the middle and let it fall to the floor at your feet.
You stood there in front of him, almost completely bare with the exception of your bra. Jungkook’s gaze wandered all over your body, his eyes leaving tingles raking across your skin wherever they went. The anticipation was unbearable; your breathing was erratic and completely out of your control.
“Take that off.” Jungkook motioned for you to take off your last remaining garment with a nod of his head, and you quickly obliged, unhooking the clasps and tossing it to the side.
Jungkook rushed forward again, pinning your arms out to either side of you against the wall. His voice dripped with honey as he brought his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered. “Tell me what you want to do, babygirl.” Jungkook bit down softly on your earlobe and you nearly collapsed at the sensation, his breath fanning across the skin of your neck only intensifying your pleasure and your breaths were coming out in short puffs as you struggled to speak.
“Please let me ride your thigh.” you whined.
You could feel Jungkook smirk as he kissed the side of your neck, just under your ear. He straightened up and took off his towel, which had formed a tent from his erection, letting his cock spring free. The bulging veins running down the length of his long shaft were almost visibly throbbing, and fresh precum had started to bead at his tip.
For a moment you almost regretted not asking to get on your knees and please him. You almost felt selfish for asking for your own desire, but Jungkook grabbed your wrists again and pinned them above your head, and suddenly you forgot what you were thinking about as he slotted his leg between yours, giving you full access to what you wanted.
“Ride,” Jungkook drawled as a cocky smile spread across his face.
You immediately started grinding your hips against Jungkook’s thigh.The friction from his taut leg muscles flexing against your clit was overwhelming, and you began to roll your hips more feverishly against it, letting your slick juices spread across his hot, golden skin, all the while letting out wanton moans that made Jungkook’s cock twitch.
“You’re so fucking needy.” Jungkook brought a hand down to massage one of your breasts, before dipping down and taking your nipple into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue. He alternated his attention between both of your breasts, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin and then removing his mouth with a pop, and your hips stuttered as you whimpered his name over and over like a mantra, your eyes screwed shut.
“Look at me, babygirl.”
You snapped your eyes open to see Jungkook staring at you with the intensity of a supernova. You could feel your orgasm approaching, pooling at the bottom of your stomach, ready to overflow.
“Please let me touch you” you mewled, desperate for him to let go of your wrists so that you could run your hands along his body.
Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get to touch me yet. Keep going baby.” He began to let his free hand wander along your skin, exploring the curvature of you hips and ass and sending shivers up your spine that only accelerated your oncoming orgasm.
You kept grinding your hips against his thigh, your clit so sensitive that each flex of his muscle threatened to throw you over the edge. Your moans were reaching peak volume, being so completely enraptured that you were unable to contain it, and your body was drenched in sweat.
Jungkook leaned forward and licked a stripe up your neck to your ear, making you writhe and whine in ecstasy, and he whispered one singular word.
“Cum.”
On command your orgasm rushed over you. Electricity shot up through every nerve ending in your body, every muscle in your legs tensing and beginning to shake from the sheer force of it. You threw your head back in rapture, allowing your cries of ecstasy to escape your chest of their own accord.
You breathed deeply, albeit shakily, as you slowed the rolling of your hips, riding out the remnants of your orgasm.
Slowly your limbs started to feel like jello, but just before you could sink down the wall and bask in your post-climax bliss, Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you further up against the wall, pressing his body against yours and wrapping your legs around his waist. He began leaving sweet, soft kisses along your shoulders and chest, nibbling on your breasts and laving his tongue over the spots to soothe them. His movements were slow and gentle, a complete 180 from what had just transpired. Jungkook was the undisputed king of aftercare. God, you missed him so much.
Jungkook began rubbing soft circles on your thighs where he was holding you with his thumbs, occasionally grabbing a handful of your flesh and massaging it with his strong hands. You let out long, breathy moans at his ministrations, revelling in all of the sensations that were making your skin shiver in absolute bliss.
You realized that he’d let go of your hands, so you ran them along the breadth of his shoulders and down his chest, letting your nails lightly ghost across his skin.
Jungkook whispered your name into your skin, shivering at the sensation.
You wished that this would never end; that you and Jungkook could stay like this, worshipping each others bodies forever. This was euphoric. This was paradise.
You brought your hands up his neck and pulled his face to yours. Your lips met in a soft brush of skin, the embers of your passion slowly igniting and engulfing you as your tongues danced along the insides of each other’s mouths, growing more and more fervent as the seconds ticked by, the both of you whimpering and whining into the kiss
Jungkook wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and peeled you away from the wall as you reached up and threaded your fingers through his long raven hair, tugging on the strands. He walked you over to the living room and placed you on the couch. The moon was shining bright through the open curtains, casting an almost mystical glow on Jungkook’s skin as he removed himself from you and started kissing his way down your body toward your glistening cunt.
But you wanted to please him. You’d barely gotten to touch him so far, and you so craved to. Jungkook had reached your stomach when you decided it was his turn; if you caught him off guard you’d be able to overpower him enough to pin him to the couch.
In one swift movement you managed to flip him over on the couch, and you slid your body down off the furniture and onto your knees so that you were eye level his magnificent, beautiful cock. Just as your knees hit the floor, you had an incredible idea that made you giddy with excitement. You were going to take revenge on him for all of the rejection of the past week.
You looked up into his deep doe eyes that had widened in shock at your boldness. You smirked to yourself at your successful plan, knowing that he had not expected that at all, and that he had no idea what you had in store for him. It was your turn to get even. It was time to make him sweat.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“It’s your turn Kookie.” Your voice was sugary sweet as you rubbed your hands up and down his muscular thighs. You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head with feathery light pressure, before licking up the precum that was dribbling out of his tip.
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip to hold back a whine. This was going to be fun.
You continued leaving kitten licks all across his shaft, and Jungkook began running his fingers through your hair. Then, unprovocted, you instantaneously took his entire cock into your mouth all the way to the base, and buried your nose into his taught stomach, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Jungkook as his head fell back against the headrest of the couch and his fingers tightened in your hair. You swallowed while his cock was still buried in your throat, and it began to throb against the walls of your mouth.
Jungkook’s breath was ragged as you started to bob up and down, occasionally stopping to lick a stripe up from the base of his cock, or to spit on it to make everything messy. Delicious breathy moans and whimpers were leaving his lips that only goaded you on further.
His thighs started to tense and shake. He was close.
“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook whined.
As soon as Jungkook spoke, you gripped the base of his cock and squeezed, and you removed your mouth from him and sat back on your haunches so that you could watch his reaction.
Jungkook’s eyes snapped open in panic. “What’s going on?” Jungkook panted.
“Shhhh, baby, calm down.” You felt devious as you crawled forward toward his messy, throbbing cock again. You placed your tongue back at his base and repeated the process all over again; licking, sucking and swallowing on his cock until you felt him getting ready to cum again. Once again you pulled completely away and left his orgasm hanging in the ether.
What you saw when you looked up at him this time had your heart racing in excitement. Jungkook was totally wrecked. His body was drenched in sweat, his hair was matted to his forehead, and his breathing was frantic. If it hadn’t been so long since you’d been together it might have taken a few more times to make him look like this, but it made pride swell in your chest that Jeon Jungkook, long haired international rock god, looked this fucked out because of you.
“Baby, please,” Jungkook whined. He looked so desperate as his chest rose and fell in rapid succession and his cock throbbed, “Please let me cum.”
You smirked as you crawled up from the floor and straddled him. Jungkook’s cock was pressed up against his stomach, and you began to roll your hips against his head, allowing it to slide across your clit.
“Mmm, fuck,” Jungkook whimpered, rolling his head back
“Look at me Kookie.”
Jungkook looked up at you, the sweaty fringe of his bangs hanging in his eyes, and bit down on his lip.
You pressed your forehead to his as you reached down and lined his cock up with your entrance. You slowly sunk down onto him, savoring the stretch inside your pussy, and you both sighed out in pleasure. You pulled Jungkook into a tender kiss as you bottomed out, and you began grinding your hips up and down tantalizingly slow.
Jungkook pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes and gritted his teeth. His hands snaked down to the flesh of your ass and squeezed, guiding your hips as you continued to ride him.
The feeling of finally having Jungkook inside you was other-worldly. It sent warm tingles across your skin with every stroke. How had you functioned this whole tour without being able to have him like this? It was like Jungkook was custom made just for you.
Jungkook’s moans were getting louder and more desperate sounding and you still hadn’t even sped up yet, trying to drag out the slow grind of your hips, to feel every single inch of him. You contemplated getting off of Jungkook one more time, but as if he could read your mind, Jungkook stopped that thought in its tracks.
“Don’t you dare think about edging me again.”
You placed your hands on his chest, fanning your fingers out across the smooth skin. You were about to push yourself up when Jungkook wrapped his arms around you waist to hold you on top of him.
“Please baby, I’m so close.” Jungkook began rutting up into you, keeping the pace you’d already set. The addition of his rolling hips made it so that he was hitting your g-spot, and you leaned down to bite on his shoulder to stifle your moans.
Jungkook’s own thrusts were getting sloppy. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was close.
“Where do you want me to cum, babygirl?” Jungkook whispered in your ear.
“Inside me,” you mewled. Your second orgasm was rapidly approaching and it was getting hard to try and form coherent responses.
Soon after his request, Jungkook’s hips stuttered and his thighs tensed as his orgasm flooded over him. Strings of hot cum filled you up as you helped him ride out his orgasm, his face buried in the bruised flesh of your neck to muffle his cries of euphoria, before exhaling a deep, shaky breath.
You laid there on top of him for a few moments, content with the fact that you’d only get to cum once, but vibrations against your skin caught you off guard. Jungkook was…laughing.
Jungkook chuckled into the crook of your neck for a few seconds before uttering a string of words that made your stomach drop, because it reminded you that there was a critical piece of knowledge that you’d overlooked.
“You’re gonna get it, now.”
The critical piece of knowledge you’d forgotten, was that Jungkook can stay hard.
It was at this moment that you knew, you fucked up.
With a growl Jungkook pushed the both of you onto the floor. Your back hit the floor with a soft thud, and Jungkook folded you in half as a wicked grin stretched across his face. He lined himself up and entered you with a snap of his hips, pushing his cock in all the way to the hilt and causing some of his cum to squeeze out.
“Your pussy looks so fucking good filled up with my cum.” Jungkook pulled all the way out and plunged back into your pussy with enough force to scoot your body up the floor. Cries of pleasure erupted from your chest as he set a punishing pace, crashing his hips against yours hard and fast.
You lost all concept of time and reality, knowing only the feeling of Jungkook inside you, his growls and moans, your sobs of ecstacy, the wet sounds of your bodies smacking together, and the feeling of a second orgasm poising itself to explode through your body.
Jungkook’s hips started to stutter and become sloppy as he reached down between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit.
You arched your back off the floor, all of the sensations growing too much for you to handle.
With a few more expert thrusts, Jungkook threw you over the edge again. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung wide open, your climax so powerful that your whole body seized up as electricity shot through your nerves.
“Fuck!” Jungkook groaned as your walls convulsed around his cock, sending him into the throes of his own orgasm, painting your walls white as he emptied himself into you for a second time. He rode the both of you through your highs until your body went completely limp, basking in bliss.
Jungkook pulled out of you and reached up to brush the wet hair out of your face. His eyes softened, and he gazed at you lovingly, smiling at your completely fucked out state. “Better?”
A loud laugh erupted from your chest. “Yeah, much better,” you chuckled.
“Good.” Jungkook knelt down between your legs to admire the cum that was slowly dripping out of your pussy. He took a finger and tried to push it back inside you, but there was so much that it ended up forcing some of it back out. “You’re not allowed to clean this, understand? You have to sleep filled up with my cum tonight.”
“Ok Kookie.” You nodded your head lazily in acknowledgment and patted the piece of floor next to you, signaling Jungkook to lay down.
Jungkook crawled over to you and laid down, allowing you to rest your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.
You melted into his body with a sigh.
After a few moments of silence a question popped into your head. “Why were all the lights off when I got home?”
Jungkook chuckled quietly. “If we’d made it to the bedroom you’d have found out.”
You perked you head up so that you could see Jungkook’s face. “What do you mean?”
“I set candles and stuff up in the room. Figured maybe our minds would clear up if we both weren’t so fuckin horny. But you had to go and be impatient like usual,” Jungkook said with a smirk as he stared at the ceiling.
You laid your head back on his chest, your eyelids becoming heavy. “I’m sorry about being kind of a bitch.”
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell underneath you as he took a deep breath. “It’s ok babygirl, I’m sorry too.” Jungkook gave you a tender kiss on the top of your head. “I love you.”
“I luh- you…too, Kookie,” you mumbled as sleep started to overtake you. The last thing you heard before you slipped into dreamland was Jungkook chuckling at your sleepy voice, and the ringtone you had set for Yoongi’s contact.
Namjoon x Reader oneshot where Y/N accidentally confesses
Requested by anon
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“Which one do you think would work best, the yellow or black?”
“It’s literally a jacket Namjoon, it’s not rocket science.”
You laughed at Namjoon as he rolled his eyes at you and looked back at himself in the mirror, holding the two jackets up to him.
“Fashion is important Y/N. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He smirked.
“Hey!” You gave him a slight shove. You looked at the jackets more carefully, but got distracted by Namjoon. He didn’t know, but you had a huge crush on him since high school. It hasn’t gone away, in fact it’s only gotten stronger ever since you guys became close friends.
However, that’s the problem, you guys are best friends, admitting to him wouldn’t be possible because losing your friendship would be a nightmare, you couldn’t risk it.
You shook your head and looked back at the jackets, already knowing your answer.
“Yellow.” You said without thinking, “You are super attractive in yellow.”
There was silence. Which gave you time to think about what you said. You gasped, “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like-“
“You think I’m attractive?” Namjoon leaned closer with a smile on his face.
You cursed at his dimple for being so damn adorable. “I said IN YELLOW! That’s it!”
Namjoon, still holding his smile, leaned back and put the jackets back on the rack. “Hmm, sad...” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and began to walk away, “It’s a bummer you know, I think you’re super cute but I guess you don’t feel the same.”
You started following him but stopped dead in your tracks, did he just say you were cute?
“W-what?” You stuttered as Namjoon turned around to face you.
You gulped at how close you were to him.
“Y/N...I really like you-I hope you feel the same.”
Namjoon liked you? What kind of fairy tale was this?
You nodded shyly, “I-I do.”
You heard him chuckle and walked right past you. You turned to watch him and smiled as he grabbed the yellow jacket off the rack again. He came back and grabbed your hand with his free one.
“C’mon love, let’s go buy the jacket.”
You were blushing like mad and looked down at your intertwined hands. Why was he so sweet?
“I’m buying it for you though, Y/N, because I also think you look absolutely stunning in yellow.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Words: 63,932
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: DollHouse is a band taking the world by storm across the globe. Having come onto the music scene only a year or two after BTS debuted they've been neck and neck from day one. This six member idol group has stolen the hearts of boys and girls alike but where BTS rules over pop and hip-hop, dollHouse is a rock powerhouse. Their lead singer has pulled the nation into their little house of societal rebellion and they make music that tops the charts.
Despite their vastly different styles, they do actually have one thing in common and it comes in the form of former K-pop idol, formerly known as V, and current dollHouse frontman: Tay Kim.
The Maknae line is chatting over break one day pondering their colleagues. When it comes to you they come to the unsurprising conclusion that they all find you attractive. And so, despite you no co-workers rule, they make a bet to see who can win your heart.
Eventual smut, Spit kink, Big dick, Rough, Mirror sex
Part 3
*buzz*
Your eyes flutter as the vibration of your phone starts to wake you.
*buzz* *buzz*
You ignore the multiple texts, assuming it to be a group chat that would never need an actual response from you.
*buzz**buzz**buzz*
The vibrating only increases as you try to bury your head into your pillow. Saturday mornings should be sacred.
*buzz*
You groan and then reach for the phone on charge. It blinds you as the screen switches on to another text. You squint to make out the name. Kim Taehyung. Rolling your eyes you unlock the phone.
KTH: Are you awake yet gorgeous?
KTH: Please be awake.
KTH: Good Morning Beautiful.
KTH: Did you sleep well?
KTH: Did you have a nice night?
KTH: Actually don’t answer that…
KTH: I can’t wait for tonight <3
You read the messages and shake your head. He was worse than a puppy. The typing bubbles appear just as you are about to respond.
KTH: I can see the checkmarks… you’re awake now! Why aren’t you answering my questions L
Y/N: Because I just woke up and you didn’t give me a chance… You also just told me not to answer…
KTH: Oh yeah, well never mind. I barely slept, too excited to see you later ;) I’ll pick you up at 5 pm sharp, dress nice!
Y/N: Okay Tae see you then.
You glance at the time in the corner of your phone screen and sigh. 9.a.m. Far too early to do anything on a Saturday. Still, you drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen. Usually, on a Saturday you might order breakfast in, but seen as dinner was on the cards for this evening, it made sense to eat light throughout the day. The date might be a sham but at least you were gonna get a decent meal out of the occasion. So, you settle on a rather depressing bowl of cereal and go to sit on the sofa ready to binge-watch some comfort tv until it's time to get ready.
You zone out completely for the rest of the morning, only moving to reassure Netflix you're still alive and watching the mindless program you'd settled on. The alarm you set on your phone startles you out of your Saturday stupor at 2 .p.m. sending you into action with your heart suddenly beating unevenly again as the next date grows closer.
Running through the same routine as yesterday, you get ready for the evening ahead, albeit more dressed up, expecting a more upscale destination based on Taehyung's description. You even make an effort when blow-drying your hair. You reach for the bottle of perfume Jimin had sent, before thinking better of it and using an old favourite instead. You are just about finished fastening your shoes when there is a musical knock on the door. 15 minutes early.
You shake your head at the overeager nature of the man that just two weeks ago used to drive you a little mad. He is grinning as you open the door, large bouquet of flowers in hand. Part of you really wishes they'd thought to put a price limit in place. Still, you take the flowers and invite him in. He looks around your living room as you fish for another vase to join the ones already filled by the flowers Jimin had been sending. You find one hidden behind some old bottles of wine that had been gifted to you at Christmas, but it barely seems big enough. You resign to forcing them in as best you can and promise to cut the stems and rearrange them later.
When you announce that you're ready he offers you his arm. You take it and he leads you from the room, not letting you go until he physically has to, helping you into the passenger side of his car. The restaurant is on the other side of town, a long drive, but he keeps assuring you that it is absolutely worth it. You don't doubt it when you pull up outside of a building with the longest queue.
"These people all wait outside just hoping a reservation doesn't turn up." He explains as he parks in front of the valet. "For actual reservations, you have to book months, sometimes years in advance."
"And you just happened to a reservation for tonight?" You ask a little shocked at the coincidence.
"Nope." He slides out of the car and goes to speak to the car park attendant as you are left to wonder if he is really expecting you to wait in the massive queue. If he really wanted to win this bet, there is no way he would expect you to stand for hours to not get to eat... Is there? Still, you allow him the benefit of the doubt as he moves to your side to open the car for you.
"So we are standing near a restaurant for a date tonight?"
"Of course not Y/N what kind of man do you think I am?" He offers you his arm once more and walks you straight through the front door and passed the jealous eyes of those waiting.
The inside is overwhelmingly pretty. There are vines of flowers and fairy lights strung to the ceiling, each booth is contained in its own private little bubble, and the servers look like they've walked straight off the catwalk in Paris. You look around open-mouthed as Taehyung whispers to the maître de. The young man nods and heads into the kitchen. Minutes later out walks the head chef, looking more than a little annoyed until he spots Taehyung waiting for him.
"Hyung!" Taehuyng greets the man, reaching to shake his hand. The chef smiles at him then at you.
"Taehyung-ie, you didn't tell me your date was so beautiful." The man reaches for your hand and kisses the back, you can't help but blush as he does so. Something about him is overwhelmingly charming. "You're lucky I could do this for you." He adds turning back to Taehyung with a more serious look on his face.
"Seokjin, I appreciate it more than words could ever express," Taehyung admits. The chef nods and summons a waiter over.
"These guests are to be given our best service, their cups should never be empty and their food should be the first out." The waiter nods and waves his hand in the direction of your table. Taehyung lets go of your arm and pushes you to walk first. You can just about hear Seokjin grumble to him about owing him big time as you move. You are seated at the far end of the restaurant, right by the window. you can see the setting sun over the horizon of the lake. Even if the food is terrible, it's easy to see why the venue is so popular based on location alone. You are handed your menus and the waiter excuses himself.
You sit silently as the two of you pour over your menus, an overwhelming amount of choices presented to you. Soups, salads, mains, dessert, each looking equally as tempting as the last.
"How many courses are you thinking?" Taehyung asks, peering over the top of his menu.
"Do you know how big the portions are?"
"For a place like this? pretty generous."
"There's just so many choices I don't know if I'll be able to decide..."
"How about we go for six dishes and just share? Two starters, two mains, two desserts... or one depending on how full we feel? You can even pick them all." He offers.
"I can't pick them all... what if everything I order is something you won't like?" You're scandalised by the idea. Letting someone else pick your entire menu sounds like actual hell.
"I like most of the things here, that's never a concern. but if you're that concerned, pick four things and I will narrow it down, does that help?" You nod and start to think about your options a little more seriously just as the waiter returns with a bottle of champagne.
"Compliments of the chef." He announces as he displays the bottle for you. Taehyung nods and the waiter begins to pour. "Are you ready to order?"
"I think we need just a few more minutes." Taehyung answers for you and the other man nods, saying he will be back shortly. Taehyung closes his menu and places it on the table. "So what are our options?" He asks you.
You list a selection of foods you were having a hard time deciding between and he narrows down the options to your final choices. The waiter reappears right on time and your orders are sent off to the kitchen. You try to talk about your work project, finding common ground to be comforting in such an unfamiliar setting. Taehyung, however, is unwilling to cooperate, steering you away from work and on to more normal first date topics. He asks you all about your life, your family, where you grew up, what you really wanted to do with your life. It's a little unsettling how long he forces you to focus on yourself before he lets you ask him any questions in return. He takes your hand across the table and strokes softly along your skin with his thumb, his attention undivided as he listens so intently.
It would be so easy to lose yourself and forget that a bet had ever been involved in this. Part of you wants to let it all drift away and hold on to the butterflies this man had put in your stomach. The eye contact alone was so intense, it felt so real. How could it not be? Eventually, you just had to look away when you were speaking to him. Finding literally anything else to focus on. It was a relief by the time the entrees arrived, glad for the reprieve. Still, he didn't make it easy for you. The sharing idea may have been a mistake. You realised as soon as he lifted his fork to feed you, instead of letting you eat for yourselves.
He actually went as far as stealing your fork so you couldn't do it yourself if you wanted to. He laughed as you pouted. He was enjoying the annoyance on your face a little too much. He alternated between feeding himself and feeding you. Switching between each of the dishes. About halfway through the first course, he returned your fork.
"So which one is your favourite?" He asks.
"I don't know if I can pick, they are both too good." You admit, taking a bite from each and putting it in your mouth together. He laughs and does the same thing. It really is impossible to choose between the two, so you don't, eating both equally until they are all gone. The waiter takes away the empty dishes and there is a break in between courses. At which point Taehyung decides it's time to play a game. Two truths, one lie shouldn't be too hard...
"Okay, 1, I once tried to start a band with the head chef here, 2, You are my favourite person in the office, 3, I can't ride a bike." You feign considering the options even though it seems obvious what the lie might be.
"There is no way I'm your favourite person in the office." You choose and he smugly shakes his head.
"Nope, I can absolutely ride a bike, I'm a little insulted that you thought I couldn't actually..."
"Surely Jimin or Kookie must be your favourites? You've been friends with them forever haven't you?"
"Yeah I have, actually they were in on the band thing too... but being in the office with you never fails to brighten my day." The next course arrives before you get to take your turn.
The remainder of the date is a lot of fun. He tells you all about their failed band. About his family. You even drift on to the topic of his friends. It's fun to watch the way his face lights up when he talks about the other boys and it makes your heart hurt a little when you think about the bet and what it did to them in the last week, even if 2/3 of them aren't taking it seriously. Your mind drifts briefly to the kiss you shared with Jimin the night before and you can't keep it in anymore.
Just as he takes the last bite of dessert you find yourself ready to explode.
"I know about the bet." You blurt.
"I know." Is the response that meets you. He gently wipes at his mouth and then reaches across the table for you. "I figured that out when I found out about the others, I knew you'd never agree to all of us under normal circumstances."
"But you didn't tell the others?"
"No, I still wanted to go on this date, and if it was the only reason you were going to say yes to the first date then so be it." He shrugged. " I even had no intention of trying to kiss you tonight, I'm just hoping this date was good enough to have earned a second date. A real date."
"I don't think I could do that to your friendship. When I told Jimin I knew he said something similar and I can't watch what happened to your friendship this last week go on any longer." You admit.
"I understand, still I've had an amazing time tonight Y/N." He kisses your hand, and then as far up your arm as the table between you allows. He then pays the bill, refusing your money and takes you home. He walks you up to your door and shuffles nervously as he waits for you to unlock it.
You open the door and turn back to bid him goodbye. Almost exactly as Jimin had, he takes the opportunity to kiss you. It's brief but leaves your heart trying to escape your chest.
"I know that doesn't count as winning because I kissed you, but I just had to if it was going to be my only chance." You nod, biting at your lip. "Good night Y/N, sweet dreams." He strokes your cheek, gazing into your eyes one last time before retreating back down the hallway. You watch him disappear into the stairwell before heading back into your apartment. You flop immediately onto the bed, head buried in the pillows and scream.
It wasn't supposed to be difficult, this was supposed to be a game, a fun little joke that you would all be able to laugh about on Monday. This was going to scar you for life. You finish groaning and pull yourself back up so you could get into PJs. Just then your phone buzzes.
JJK: I hope you had a good night... I can't wait for tomorrow. Pick you up at 11. Sleep well Y/N.
You fall immediately back down into your bedding to groan a little more.
The Maknae line is chatting over break one day pondering their colleagues. When it comes to you they come to the unsurprising conclusion that they all find you attractive. And so, despite your no co-workers rule, they make a bet to see who can win your heart.
Eventual smut, Big dick, Rough, Mirror sex
I honestly don’t know how I forgot to post this with the rest but here is the guys asking y/n out
Jimin caught you at lunch time. Just as you took your meal from the microwave he invited you into the office to eat lunch together, despite the fact you both knew he usually ate with the other two. You jumped at the chance, knowing he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see the others between now and the end of the workday. You could feel the daggers being glared in your direction as you walked to the secluded office, Jimin looking particularly smug.
You talk for a little first, about work, about yourselves, about tv. Normal lunch time conversations. Jimin is actually extremely easy to talk to. If it hadn’t been for your no co-worker rule you might have considered the date he’d asked you on when you first started. But after a bad experience with a guy in the job you had at 16 it became a permanent decree that came with every job since.
Still as you watch him talk, you can’t help but wonder what might’ve been if you’d only said yes. And then you remember that he is currently in the middle of a childish bet with his best friends about who can get you to kiss them. You tune back into the actual conversation then, just in time.
“So what do you think? Wanna check it out with me?” He asks, the look in his eyes a little too sincerely vulnerable for your liking.
“Sorry check out where?” You ask, ashamed that you’d missed his date proposal. A little of the hope he had burning in his gaze fades as he repeats himself.
“The new karaoke bar in town? Want to go with me after work on Friday?”
“Oh? Yeah that sounds great.” He grins like the Cheshire cat as the realisation dawns on him. “I better get back to work, send me the address I’ll meet you there.” You get up to leave, but he reaches for your wrist.
“Don’t be silly, I’ll pick you up at 8.” With his offer fully extended he lets you go back to your day.
As soon as you’re out of the office you track down Taehyung under the guise of a new presentation. He is very easy to find seen as he has been pacing past your desk every so often since you first went into Jimin’s office. He tries to act nonchalant when you emerge. Talking to your desk buddy, but they give the game away immediately by shooing him away. You pretend not to notice.
“Hey Tae, could you give me a hand with this? I think it needs an extra something.” You point to the open PowerPoint on your screen. He nods excitedly and pulls up a spare chair from nearby and sits on it backwards leaning his head on the backrest. You sit in your own chair and point towards the problem areas. He hangs on your every word subconsciously shuffling closer to you. You don’t realise how close he has gotten until you turn your head and are practically nose to nose. It should be criminal to be this pretty you think staring straight ahead into his dark eyes. Eyes that flit down to look at your lips before meeting your gaze again.
You manage to pull yourself away before he seizes the opportunity to win the bet and ruin all your fun. He looks disappointed. You watch from the corner of your eye and takes a deep breath. He then continues to walk through you fun ideas for the presentation letting the moment pass in favour of work. A move no doubt calculated. You’d asked him to help with work, not flirt. He knew the best way to stay on your good side was to wait until you were finished to ask you out. And that’s exactly what he did.
The moment you click out of the document he springs the question on you.
“Go out with me?” Its comes out too quickly, like verbal diarrhoea.
“Go out where?” You ask casually.
“To dinner? On Saturday? With me?” He asks phrasing each segment as a question, the las clearly to check you heard that you knew it was with him.
“Sounds good Tae. What dinner were you thinking?” He talks about the idea he has for a big romantic date. Dinner in a nice restaurant, drinks at even nicer bar, a walk through a park in between the two. It sounds lovely, it really is a shame it’s only for the bet. Any other girl would be lucky to go on this date with such a handsome and kind man.
It occurs to you then that you aren’t sure when your brain made the switch between annoying and kind to describe Taehyung, but it did seem to fit him better.
You listen to him go on about each detail. How the perfect date would go in his head. You find yourself truly wishing that you could have someone that thoughtful actually pursuing you for you. And with that you push him away, giggling about leaving some things a surprise. He nods happily, his boxy smile shining brightly. A smile that doesn’t leave his face for the rest of the day.
You don’t manage to pin down JK until the end of the day. Too many of the execs have him running errands. Luckily he comes back into the office just as you shut down your laptop for the day.
“Y/N? I thought you’d be long gone.” He comments setting the paperwork he had gathered on to somebodies desk. Typical for them to send out an intern and leave early. “I’m glad I got to see you today.” His dimples deepen as he smiles widely at you.
“I’m always happy to see you too Kookie.” You return his smile and reach for your coat.
“Heading home? Let me walk you, it’s in the same direction as my place anyway.” He offers, although you could’ve sworn he usually heads in the opposite direction to you. You agree anyway, wanting to see if this is how he makes his move.
He chatters all about the tasks he had been made to do that day. You listen carefully and provide supportive “oh dears” and “I hate that guys too”. He asks about your day, but you try to avoid the questions, so you don’t have to bring up Tae or Jimin. If he finds it suspicious he doesn’t mention anything. You pull up outside of your apartment building in no time. You turn to Jungkook expectantly. You wait a moment to see if he takes the hint, batting your eyelashes. But he just stands with his hands in his pockets and stares at the ground.
“Okay Jungkook, good night.” You think about saying something yourself but that would give Jungkook an unfair advantage, so you drop it. If he misses out it’s his own fault. Your about to enter your pin when he hurries up the stairs after you.
“Y/N wait.” He is holding your wrist, but he clearly hasn’t thought this through enough. He swallows hard trying to form the words he needs. You silently will him to find his voice. Not that you should really care about who wins the bet… not that anyone is going to be winning the bet. But still Kookie is too cute to go out like this. He’d never live it down with the others.
“Is everything alright?” You prompt, dipping your head to look into his eyes. He takes one more deep breath and finally finds the courage.
“Go out with me Saturday?” He asks, you curse him for choosing the same time as Taehyung.
“I can’t do Saturday.” His face falls and it feels like you’ve kicked a puppy. “I could do Sunday?” You hasten to add, not being able to cope with being the source of his sadness.
“Sunday? Absolutely! It’s gonna be really fun I promise.” He surges forwards to hug you before he can stop himself. It’s so endearing to watch his excitement. He lets go before you can hug him back. “I’ll pick you up Sunday, lunchtime, 12ish! See you tomorrow at work Y/N.” With that he runs off into the night. Back the way you had come.
