killah (jjk) [8]
pairing: managing partner/lawyer!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader ft. yoongi
genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to ?? idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff, infidelity au (jungkook has a girlfriend aand it's not you yet?)
wc: 13.9k
warnings: this is a series! so please visit the killlah (jjk) [series masterlist] for a tiny summary and some extra info :3 noowww, in this chapter, you can expect: major oc crashout, mention of the b word, minor hyewon crashout, emotional cheating, mention of light smut, some slut shaming. oh and namjoon calls oc 'doll.' (deal.)
!!extra disclaimer!! you've got to excuse me once again because i'm tagging this as unedited! i haven't read the chapter one go yet, but i've read all the sections separately multiple tiems and i am just, so,so lazy,,,nnghmffgh it has been edited! the word count has bumped up to 13.9k from 13.3k...
Once again, Jungkook finds himself in a situation where he feels like he needs to apologise to you.
This time though, he has mixed feelings about it. And those thoughts had to be put on pause for now.
Undoing the silky makeshift blindfold from his girlfriend’s eyes, he gently pulls out of Hyewon, earning a hiss from her.
He pulled the condom off, tying it at the opening and tossed it in the bin with ease.
He was tucking himself back in when he heard Hyewon’s shy call, “Kook...” - “Mhm?” Jungkook walked back to her, caressing her hip as she rested in the same position for a few seconds, regaining her composure.
“I love you…” Hyewon smiles bashfully.
He hums, smirking at her through the mirror. “I know you do.”
She giggles then playfully frowns at him. Hyewon always liked to hear it back.
Words of affirmation was her love language. He liked to have fun with her and withhold it sometimes though.
Jungkook learnt very early on that Hyewon needed to hear him tell her he loved her.
By no means was she insecure, but she needed this little thing from him.
At this point in their relationship, it had simply become routine to utter those three magic words. Especially after sex.
And Jungkook never remembered struggling with that unspoken rule. He was always happy to follow it.
Until today, that is.
Although he was able to disguise it as just teasing, the words physically wouldn’t leave his lips.
Jungkook tugged a few paper towels out of the dispenser and wet it.
“Stay there,” he directed Hyewon to hold her pose as he squatted to clean her up.
Pushing her dress back up, he wipes off her slick.
Hyewon winced at the sensation.
Jungkook paused, “Sensitive?”
“Cold.” She shook her head, “But it’s fine, I need to use the restroom anyway.”
He nodded understandingly, continuing to clean her up.
When he’s done, Hyewon straightens up and limps to the little washroom attached to the powder room. “Babe, you should leave first, I don’t want people suspecting anything.”
“You sure?” Jungkook asks as he lathers his hands with sandalwood hand soap.
“Yeah, go on. I’ll have to retouch my makeup. It’ll be a while.” Hyewon assures him.
“Alright. I’ve gotta give Joon his tie back anyway.”
Petrified, Hyewon calls out to him, “Babe!” - “What?” Jungkook’s confused.
“You can’t return that now! We used it.” Her voice lowers on ‘used.’
Jungkook furrows his brows, “It’s part of his four piece set. He needs to send it to the dry cleaner’s together, Won. It’s no biggie.”
“Bu-” - Jungkook doesn’t wait for her, “I’m gonna go find Joon now. Don’t take too long!”
Before exiting the room, he stops by the same velvet wall you had clutched.
You had looked like you were about to burst into tears.
Had he been too insensitive? Or could you only dish it out but not take it?
In all honesty, Jungkook thought you deserved it. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he’s walked in on you and Namjoon before. And that too in his place of work! And not to mention all the bullshit you pulled earlier just today.
Shamelessly flirting with him, but then kissing and flirting with Namjoon.
Not to mention Min Yoongi. Jungkook found it odd for Yoongi and you to get along so soon.
And for you to call Yoongi ‘Mr. Min?’
That did it for him. He understood you were this way with everyone. ‘Mr. Jeon’ wasn’t a little secret nickname for just him.
Jungkook wasn’t fucking special. He deluded himself into thinking he meant more to you. It pissed him off. He had to get away from you immediately.
And if that wasn’t enough, you and Yoongi were getting along really well - dancing, clinging on to each other, becoming drinking buddies - it was weird. Neither of you seemed like each other’s types. Nor were either of you that friendly with just anyone. Hyewon’s living proof of it. His girlfriend seemed to want to get closer to you so bad but you were always dismissive of her.
How could he ever think of entertaining you?
So, just like that, he grabbed his girlfriend and fucked off to an empty corner of the hall.
And the outcome was… you witnessing it. Jungkook would’ve counted it as a win for him had you not looked at him the way you did.
Namjoon had no idea what had gone down in the ten minutes when you walked off to some obscure corner of the hall and returned with tears streaming down your face. You were bawling uncontrollably.
He couldn't get a word in when you only continuously chant ‘I don't like it.’
The man felt utterly guilty for leaving you to fend for yourself half of the night. You were his date after all.
Witnessing you break down like that, his mind went to the worst places.
When he’s unable to calm you down with words, he pulls you in a comforting hug, smushing your teary face against his chest. “You’re okay, doll. You’re fine…” Namjoon whispered repeatedly in your ear, rapidly rubbing your back.
The scene was drawing a lot of attention. No doubt, this would be the second most talked about event at the Eirene this year. Thankfully only half of the crowd stayed so long to have witnessed your crashout.
Seokjin, too, momentarily pulled away from his ‘host duties’ to check up on you. He brought you orange juice and a few pieces of toast in case you needed sobering up.
After a good few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups, you finally settle into Namjoon’s embrace. You still struggled to stabilize your breathing, whimpering from time to time.
You hate them.
That nasty image was burnt into the back of your eyelids.
Every time you shut your eyes, you could picture Jungkook ramming into Hyewon from the back. Him smirking at you. It played in your mind in a loop.
You’re fish. Jungkook was dangling bait in front of you, but it felt so out of reach.
Your drunkenness made it harder for you to control yourself. The only way you could express yourself was through your tears.
These tears weren’t out of sadness though.
It was purely frustration. Well, frustration mixed with silly drunken emotions.
Just when Namjoon and Seokjin walked you back to the table, you spotted Jungkook emerging from the corner, stopping only a few steps away.
No Hyewon in sight.
This jerk better not try to talk to you. He better not even breathe in your direction.
“_____, say ahhh.” Seokjin attempts to force-feed you some bread. You scowl at him, eyes still wet with tears.
No doubt, your entire face was ruined and red now. Certainly not in the way you wanted.
Jungkook cautiously watched on as Namjoon cleaned your cheeks and nose.
His heart raced. You were a pretty crier.
When you caught another glimpse of him, you glared hard.
Oh. Kitty’s got claws.
Though he clearly overestimated you, he still thinks you’re overreacting.
There was another thought swimming around the back of his mind. Have you told them what you saw? And at the off chance you had, how the hell was he going to explain this to anyone? How was he going to explain this to Hyewon? He couldn’t let this affect her negatively.
Lucky for him, you weren’t a gossip, but that’s not why you chose to keep this to yourself. You’d absolutely be up to tattle had you not humiliated yourself by sobbing and breaking down so publicly.
Obviously, you weren’t about to reveal to people that watching your stupid crush fuck his annoying girlfriend terrorized you to the point of tears. You have a reputation to keep up around here; one that you swore you didn’t care about.
This would be scandalous for everyone involved. It’d just hurt more people, not that you care about hurting Hyewon or Jungkook. They’d have brought it upon themselves.
However, you aren’t too proud to admit that you were extremely jealous of Hyewon.
Admitting this to yourself (and to Somin later tonight) is a big step. But you refuse to dig any deeper than that.
ʚ𖹭ɞ
Right around the time you begin to actually lax and reassure Namjoon and Seokjin nothing funny happened to you, Jungkook finally approaches the table.
Instead of taking his original seat next to you, he saunters to the opposite side.
Pussy.
Jungkook would argue he was giving you much needed space. And he didn’t need to rub it in your face anymore by presenting Joon with his tie right now.
Jungkook discreetly stuffed the silky piece of clothing into his coat pocket as he watched you get coddled by grown men.
Instinctively, he wants to join in. Technically, he’s the reason you were in this almost inconsolable state. So, it should be him looking after your every need.
In his defence, he really thought you’d handle it like a champ. Not… reduce into tears.
Then the guilt begins to set in; the guilt of using his girlfriend to get a reaction out of you, of making you feel this way, of making his hyung worry about you.
It weighed on him, making him doubt all the choices he made in the last twenty minutes.
Should he check on you? Jungkook thinks giving you space would be better for you. And easier for him.
Just when he was about to leave the table to get a bottle of water, his girlfriend joins him.
Hyewon rests her palm on his shoulder, distracted by the sight of you.
She keeps her eyes on you who looked like you were recovering from something.
She sends Jungkook a questioning look, mouthing ‘What happened?’ to which Jungkook just shook his head.
Ever so curious, she couldn’t stop herself. “_____, are you okay?”
When Hyewon’s stupid voice floods your ears, you're instantly taken back to ten minutes ago... When she was a moaning mess under Jungkook.
Why was this woman out to get you?
You refuse to acknowledge her and pretend not to hear.
Even though she was loud enough that everyone at the table heard her.
So Hyewon tries again, “___-”
“Oh, my goodness, take a hint!” You snap at Hyewon.
The table just kind of… stills.
Jungkook looked taken aback.
“Oh,” Hyewon whispers weakly, blinking as though she’s been slapped, looking around at the other patrons to see if anyone saw her get yelled at.
Still, she tries to defend herself, “No, I just wanted to make sure you’re-” - “Can you just not?” You cut her off, having had enough of her ‘concern.’
“You’ve done enough…” You whisper the last part, not loud enough for everyone to hear but Hyewon catches on to it anyway. So does everyone else near you.
Hyewon’s lips part, ready to ask what that meant, but Jungkook gently catches her wrist on top of the table, whispering something that sounded like ‘let it go.’
Yeah, bitch, listen to your fucking boyfriend. You grind your teeth together at the display.
They’ve got to stop rubbing this in your face. You could probably get that clown kicked off of the face of the Earth if you wanted.
She glances at him, searching his face for answers, then back at you. Finally sighing, she brushes you off, “Okay, I’m sorry.”
You roll your eyes at the apology. She just has to be the goodie-goodie. Hyewon just has to shove it in everyone's faces that she’s the innocent little fawn who’s getting bullied by the big fat tigress.
You glare in her direction one last time.
To her right, you notice Jungkook looking unhappy. There’s a tiny little wrinkle forming on his forehead and he looks like he’s biting at his lip ring.
Jeon Jungkook was actually pissed off?
At you?
Please.
You find that really funny. Both literally and… not literally? It genuinely makes you laugh ha-ha that he’s angry at you but also, you aren’t ha-ha laughing because you think he has no right to be mad (and at you of all people.)
Still, you wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
You are actively fighting thoughts of throwing Hyewon off her chair and mounting her boyfriend. Pushing his face in your ample bosom as you dry hump him in front of the entire hall.
And maybe he’d be as rough as he was with his stupid girlfriend…
Now that broke your lustful daydreaming.
ʚ𖹭ɞ
After an awkward few minutes, Hyewon, throwing on an obviously fake smile, announces to everyone that she and Jungkook were about to call it a night.
Seokjin smiles at Hyewon, attempting to make up for your… unpleasant attitude. “We’re glad you came, Hyewon-ssi.”
She nods, returning the pleasantries.
Then she turns to Namjoon, reaching an arm out, “Good night, Joonie. Congratulations again.”
Namjoon rises halfway from his seat to hug her back, “Thank you, Hyewon. Get some rest, yeah?”
She smiles and nods before facing you. Her smile falters just a little when she sees that you’re still scrolling through your phone. Namjoon nudges you but you refuse to cooperate.
“Right,” She murmurs, mostly to herself.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she announces again, “We’re gonna say bye to the others.” She directs it at Jungkook.
“Sure, babe. I’ll be right behind you.” He complies, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Allow me to escort you?” Seokjin offers kindly, making Hyewon swoon.
She had been a little starstruck despite whatever just went down with you. It's not everyday that you got Kim Seokjin's attention.
As Hyewon glides away with your step father, Jungkook waits until they’re out of earshot before fishing something from the pocket of his suit jacket.
He twirls it loosely around his finger before dropping it on the table in front of you and Namjoon.
“Thought I’d return this now before I forget.” He clears his throat.
Discreetly, you eye the black object.
Namjoon frowns, picking it up. “My tie?”
What the fuck.
Your neck snaps towards him before you can stop yourself.
Jungkook’s grin tilts into an infuriatingly smug one. “Yeah. We used the hell out of it. Thanks.”
It takes Namjoon a few seconds to make sense of that admission.
And when he does: “Ugh. Dude…” Namjoon recoils, instantly flopping the tie back on the table. Jungkook just laughs, unbothered.
Namjoon then looks up at his friend to whine a little but he notices that his gaze was trained on you. Waiting.
Namjoon turns his head to look at you. You were now staring straight ahead, completely ignoring his friend. You were staring at nothing.
The blank expression painted on your face was obviously forced. Internally, you were seething.
But you don’t give Jungkook the satisfaction of a reaction. Not even a little stink eye or an eye-roll.
Not like he needed that from you anyway.
You continue to mask all of your seventy emotions with an expression of indifference.
This was all Jeon Jungkook would be getting from you from now onwards.
He pushes himself up from the table with an exaggerated grunt. “I better go find my girl.”
You dig your shoe into the floor, imagining his chest under it.
Jungkook lingers at your side for a bit, now tilting his head to gauge your reaction closely.
When he gets nada, he backs off slowly. “Bye, hyungie.” Jungkook smiles at Namjoon victoriously. “Drive safe.” Namjoon spits in exasperation.
Every bit of guilt and regret Jungkook felt for what he did disappeared into thin air when you lashed out at his girlfriend.
Jeon Jungkook couldn't believe your candour just now.
Yet it put a lot of things into perspective for him: the power he held over you, your feelings toward his girlfriend, and finally, he now knew exactly what you wanted. And he knew what buttons to push. And he finally knows your limits.
His intuition had always been right. You definitely could handle this; you just didn’t want to.
A curt ‘_____,’ is the last thing you hear from him before Jungkook goes on to find his stupid girlfriend again.
Namjoon carefully watches the two of you.
Huh.
Slowly, he begins to scratch the surface of what potentially may have gotten you in this mood. Definitely something to do with Hyewon and Jungkook. But what happened?
Sadly for him, you weren’t ever going to talk about it. You never got the whole ‘talking about your feelings’ crap. However, you did rant to Somin on the regular to get shit out of your system.
If only you could talk Jungkook out of your system too…
Hyewon sits stiff in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s Bentley, arms crossed, eyes lazily following blurred car lights driving past them. She seems deep in thought.
Jungkook can sense a little something brewing in her mind. Akin to a few days ago, when you were in a similar position.
It’s an awkward parallel.
“Okay,” Jungkook says finally, glancing at her before turning back to the road. “What’s on your mind?”
She scoffs under her breath. “What’s going on with me…” She repeated before groaning into her palms, “Ugh. I don’t know.”
But he knew.
Jungkook hums lowly in response. “You’ve been sighing the entire ride, babe.”
She inhales sharply, then lets it out, as though admitting this was a huge step. “It’s _____.”
Jungkook’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. Even though he expected it, he feels his heart racing,
“She’s- God, she’s such a bitch sometimes,” Hyewon is uncensored, but she backtracks a little. “I mean, I’m sorry, but does she even realize how fucking unwelcoming she is?”
Jungkook stays quiet, allowing his girlfriend to throw everything out there. Hyewon was breaking.
“She got lucky. That’s all that girl ever did. Born in the right place, around the right people. She’s goddamn lazy- no, she has the privilege to be lazy. And she is! She doesn’t have to try. And she gets away with treating people like shit because no one ever calls her out on it.” Hyewon’s voice cracks a little. “If I treated anyone the way she acted towards me, I’d have no friends left.”
She glances at her boyfriend for a second.
Jungkook doesn’t know what to say to that because he had noticed some of that too.
Although you didn’t seem like a total bitch, you had a bratty side. Maybe you were a little blunt too.
Still, he had no clue his girlfriend had such intense feelings about that aspect of your personality. Or she just never let it show.
“I’ve been trying so hard with her...” She scoffs bitterly, “Trying to be her friend, make her feel included."
Throwing her head back against the seat, she exasperates, "But it’s just fruitless. We were so good all night and just now? All I asked was if she was okay. Why the fuck did she lash out on me?”
Sitting up straight, she shakes her head, explaining, “It’s like, I never know which _____ I’m gonna get, you know? I’m just… I don't know. I'm just- I’m done.” Hyewon whispered the last two words.
Well fuck.
Jungkook was half-responsible for that. He ignited that fire.
Reaching over, he brushes his hand on her clothed knee gently, “You don’t need her, Won.”
Hyewon covers his hand with hers, grasping it tightly.
He sighs, a little unclear about your and Hyewon's relationship. “I thought you guys were friends though.” Or friendly, at least.
Hyewon lets out a hollow laugh, “No…”
Then she recalls, “In fact, she only really started acknowledging me after she saw me with you. Before that, I didn’t exist to her.”
That comes as a shock to him. He fully expected her to have feelings about your behaviour earlier that night but not the rest of it.
Jungkook glances at his girlfriend and back at the road ahead, but his mind flashes back to that night - the first time he was introduced to you and Logan properly.
He’d clocked it instantly.
You were rough around the edges, distant, a little disrespectful too. He hadn’t truly cared. If anything, it intrigued him.
Sure, he ranted about you, but secretly, he’s been curious about you ever since.
Up to this very moment, he’s still curious about you.
Even after the shit you just pulled, he wants to dig deep into you. Every possible implication of that sentence was applicable.
Suddenly, your (overall) conduct with him and his girlfriend made sense to him.
You weren’t friends.
Hyewon was as good as some random woman to you.
“I feel like she’s never liked me,” Hyewon says, more quietly now. “And honestly, I don’t even know why I keep fucking trying with her.”
“Then don’t,” Jungkook offers bluntly. “You don’t have to go out of your way to appease her. Why try to befriend her at all?”
She whips her head toward him, eyes narrowing, “So it’s my fault she’s a cunt to me?”
“What? No!” Jungkook stumbles over the words, heat creeping up his neck. “I didn’t-” - He clears his throat, “That’s not what I meant. I’m just saying you don’t owe her any kindness she hasn’t shown you.”
He doesn’t blame her. After all, he too gets your appeal.
Hyewon quiets down for a moment. She turns her gaze back to the road.
Then she says, sounding defeated, “She likes you, though.”
Jungkook nearly swerves into the divider. “Hm?”
Yet he’s glad he decided to drive instead of being chauffeured. He doesn’t think he could look his girlfriend in the eye and have this discussion about you.
“_____ likes you.” She repeated, as if she was jealous of Jungkook.
And maybe she was, a little.
Hyewon looks at him incredulously. “Babe. _____ clearly likes you. She wants to hang out with you and Joon. She engages with you. She doesn’t give a shit about me, whom she met first, but with you and Namjoon? Even Yoongi and Seowoo! Seowoo?” Hyewon gestures loosely, “Totally different person.”
His heart is, once again, pounding too loud in his chest. “Is that… bad?” He asked, referring to her first claim.
She thinks for a second before sighing.
“No…” Hyewon admits.
Letting out a short, bitter laugh, she admits, “I thought I could take advantage of it. You know, worm my way into her little world through you. But she clearly doesn’t… want that.”
Jungkook feels the guilt like a punch in the neck.
Once again, he thinks about how he had noticed your attitude towards Hyewon. He even brought it up with her. But, he never addressed it with you like he should’ve.
Instead, he flirted with you, touched you, dreamt of you, fantasized about you, crossed every fucking line with you except for actually, officially, crossing the line with you.
Even now, your pretty, teary, flushed face is permanently embedded in the back of his mind.
Jungkook doesn’t have a plan but he asks anyway. “Do you want me to talk to her?” It’s instinctual for him to want to help Hyewon.
Hyewon’s reply comes just as fast, “No! God, can you imagine that? I don’t need daddy to fight my battles for me.”
He glances sideways at her, a pierced brow lifting.
She finally cracks a small smile, “Shut up. You’re fifteen.” Jungkook throws a hand up in defence and maybe slight confusion. They weren’t that kind of couple.
“I said nothing.” Jungkook feels a little victorious to have been able to slightly lighten the mood.
“But now that I think about it,” Hyewon’s smile fades just as quickly, “I… kinda don’t want you talking to her at all.”
“What?”
“I know, I know,” Hyewon rushes. “I’m not trying to be that girl. It’s not like I don’t want you to have female friends. You know I’m not like that. It’s just…”
“I know,” Jungkook nods along.
Hyewon groans and exhales, clearly frustrated, “It’s just her. _____. She’s been so fucking weird with me, I just… I don’t want her to have the satisfaction of being close to you.” At latest not before she herself has that pleasure.
Jungkook blinks, surprised.
“Man, I feel like I’m in high school again.” Hyewon lets out another helpless laugh, “I only had one friend who’d defend me from those rich, mean girls. I’m just so tired of feeling like I don’t belong.” She shakes her head, “Ugh, babe, don’t listen to me. I’m just tired and emotional now…”
Jungkook watched on sympathetically, “Won…” He was familiar with Hyewon’s past experiences with those classmates.
As much as he understood it, he couldn’t relate to it entirely. He never had it quite as bad as Hyewon. Male privilege and what not.
Stupidly, Jungkook indulges her insecurities, playing the supportive boyfriend role well. “It’s okay, Won. It-” He sighs, practically forcing the next few words out. “It’s not as if I’m that close with _____. Joon is. It might get awkward. But, if this is what you need from me, then so be it.”
He’s just shooting himself in the foot at this point.
“Gaah, I don’t know! You’re sweet, baby.” Hyewon runs her hand through his hair. “God. Why does some random woman have such a strong hold on me?”
Jungkook doesn’t say it but it echoes in his head: you and me, both.
Just in time, he turns into his street.
Desperate to move on to another topic, Hyewon forces a weird smile, “Remember when Jiah tried to hit on you all night? And then you blatantly ignored her the entire time and then made out with me in front of her?”
That was oddly specific. How could he not remember?
“I remember…” Jungkook blinked, a little confused. They were now parked in Jungkook’s garage.
She reaches over him to push his seat back. “I’m just reminiscing.” Hyewon smiles at her boyfriend before leaning in to kiss him.
Jungkook can’t help but wonder if she wanted him to read between the lines.
It takes you almost a week to (partially) recover from that day.
It wasn’t really about what you saw that night, it was what you did after you saw it.
Namjoon dropped you home and offered to stay. You refused because you weren’t in the mood for anything funny, or anything at all.
The first thing you did after walking through the threshold of your room was dump those flowers in your fireplace.
You only felt a tiny bit bad for it. Those flowers did nothing to you, but you hated who they came from and what it now signified. You didn’t want to keep apology flowers from fucking Kang Hyewon.
Otherwise, they'd have driven you nuts, just sitting on your bedside table.
Not a day had gone by when you didn’t excessively obsess over every reactive thing you did (that you could remember) that night.
Logan wasn't allowed to utter the words 'gala' or 'night' around you.
The one thing you did not regret was putting Hyewon in her place for overstepping your boundaries.
You aren’t sure whether or not it got through to her, but you aren't afraid of reminding her of it if you had to.
But, when it comes to Jeon Jungkook…
You fought the urge to look at news articles about him and needless to say, any photos or clips from the gala too.
Even your own! It was so unlike you to not find cute photos for your Instagram.
You’d been sent countless of them by all your friends (and Seokjin) but you don’t even want to acknowledge you were ever there. At least not yet.
Speaking of Seokjin; he had really surprised you.
He didn’t go running to mommy and tattle on you (so you assume since your mother never sent you paragraphs about your family’s legacy and image.)
Vague accounts of your outburst made its way to some snark subreddits but apart from that--- nothing major.
You suspect either Logan or Seokjin to have meddled. Either way, you’re grateful.
Even after all that effort of nothing ever making it to the big news channels or any remotely reputable online magazines, word of your little temper tantrum still got out in the office building and some social circles (through word of mouth, i.e gossip) but that was expected.
You have no way of confirming but it was most probably one of Hyewon’s little friends.
You just had to continue to keep a low profile, as you do normally.
Logan had graciously moved some things around and allowed you to work from home for a few (3) days after you sobbed to him about the incident.
Those three days flew by faster than you were ready.
Thursday morning comes for your throat.
You desperately wanted to skip some more but Logan demanded that you make an appearance at work. It was about time you returned.
The night before, you had the most vivid dream where you and Hyewon reversed roles.
But it wasn’t the kind of dream you’re thinking about. You were literally in her shoes, going to a new office, doing lawyer stuff you didn’t understand. And you tanked.
This is the mindset you woke up in: simply filled with dread.
You hope everyone goes easy on you.
Sua had checked on you which was sweet. You ranted to her about the gala in a conference call with Somin and Soobin, just not about what you saw though. That info was reserved for Somin only.
Apart from Sua, Namjoon and Yoongi had also called to check in.
Yoongi just gave you shit for acting like the typical Scarlet Hills socialite he thought you were. He really was a meanie panini.
And Namjoon… got the complete inside scoop from Jungkook before he ever tried with you, so you could not not talk to him.
While your first instinct was to ignore Namjoon, Yoongi gave you more shit for that, so, yeah, you spilled the beans for them. Not all your beans but enough.
It's so fun to be friends with men! Really!
No, but on a more serious note, Yoongi sorta kinda turned out to be the yin to your yang.
He didn’t always give in to you (like Jungkook had done so many times in the past.) For example, he proposed a friendly date. While you agreed, the only place you were willing to meet Yoongi at was this vegan Indian restaurant an hour away from town. Yoongi opposed it a lot. And somehow, he tricked you into joining him at some stupid country club under the guise of ‘picking up his golf bag.’ And he made you drive!
That was when you realised; you and Yoongi would not work romantically.
You needed a sucker like Mr. Jeon to cater to your every need.
Not that that was your goal or anything. You still only want to fuck him and dump him. That’s all.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t have a little fun with the cat-faced man. :p
If anyone’s curious, you’ve discovered that Yoongi’s really good with his mouth. He almost made you cum from only sucking and nibbling on your tits. Almost.
But you haven’t gone beyond that. You don't even know why.
At this point, you fully believe you’re cursed by the sex gods.
To solve this little mishap, you came to the most obvious conclusion. Since two negatives make a positive, you proposed a threesome with Namjoon and Yoongi. One that they both rejected.
They really needed to be inside your head to understand your logic.
It’d been MONTHS since a man made you orgasm. Doing it yourself just doesn’t feel the same. Believe it or not, you love the concept of giving up control during sex just for the thrills. You just can’t do that alone.
All this sex talk right before work was really killing your mood.
When you finally returned to the office, you were surprised by how… normal it all was.
Nobody stared or whispered about you. The world hadn’t ended because you’d cried and then snapped at a little bitch at a gala.
It was business as usual. You went on coffee runs for the office, updated everyone’s calendars, made survey forms for your coworkers as per Logan’s orders, etcetera etcetera.
If at all anyone was gossiping about you, they were at least decent enough to wait until you left the room. But according to Sua, nobody actually gave a shit anymore. Especially not the people in your office. They had come to know you and were already sort of endeared by you at this point, which was good to hear and a much needed ego-boost.
It’d be a blatant lie to say you weren’t a little worried about all of this.
Besides it wasn’t until lunchtime that you actually felt the slightest bit panicked.
You had to go down to J, K & K to see Joon.
Well, you didn’t have to do anything but the more you put this off, the worse your anxiety would get.
Also, he invited you. He had something to ask you. You were dying to know what the hell that was all about. He wouldn't answer your texts or calls either. He went to Yoongi school of manipulation.
So, you just had to suck it up and take your ass over there.
The anxiety stemmed from not having been around Jungkook in a while and the fact that he must know you've deliberately been trying to keep away from him, along with rumours.
Dare you say, you were a tiny bit embarrassed about it all.
But you know what? Enough of that.
Returning to work wasn't as humiliating as you had built it up to be.
Adjusting the straps of your heels, you strutted down to Namjoon’s office.
And you told yourself you weren’t about to look for him.
You pace around in the elevator a little.
Then it dinged.
And the elevator doors opened.
Directly to the one person you were hoping not to run into.
His hair looked slightly out of place, like he had just run his hands through it.
But that’s not the thing you’re focused on.
There was something on his body you hadn't ever imagined to see. It isn’t, like, something absolutely bonkers. It’s so normal. But not on Jeon Jungkook.
Glasses.
On him. Face.
But without wasting any more precious seconds, you flip your hair back and glide past him into the office, leaving behind a trail of your sweet scent.
Jungkook was dumbfounded.
So much so that the elevator he had been waiting for left without him in it.
Maybe he would’ve done something about the way you just… dismissed him had he not made important shopping plans with his other gir- his girlfriend.
You had only gotten one look at the man, yet you had every. single. detail. stuck in your head: his magenta tie, the grey coat hanging off his arm, his lip and brow piercings, the glasses… Oh, the glasses!
You didn’t know he needed them. You didn’t know you needed that.
They made him look maddeningly mature. Normally, that would turn you off but he just looked even hotter.
Very briefly, you pictured yourself stealing them, wearing them yourself as you rode his cock in his office chair. You let out a shaky sigh.
You were not built for crushing on unavailable men.
Then Namjoon’s voice broke your train of thought, “There you are, I was about to come looking for you.”
You tightly smile at him and slip into his office, not trusting yourself to speak just yet.
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Long story short, you’re going to a little retreat on a private island, courtesy of Namjoon’s father.
Initially, you weren’t part of the plan.
It was supposed to be just the winners of the Eirene, Seowoo and Hyewon by extension. But Yoongi’s assistant had to back out at the last minute because… well, you hadn’t paid attention to the reason.
The point was that they had room.
So, naturally, Namjoon invited you.
Since you’d been cooped up in your apartment all week, working from home and (unintentionally or not) avoiding people since the gala incident, he figured a few days away from the city might do you some good.
Maybe give you and Jungkook a fresh start.
However, when he mentioned the idea to Jungkook, it didn’t exactly go smoothly. Jungkook’s reaction was… less than enthusiastic?
“Why though?” He’d complained immediately, brows furrowed. “What’s the point of bringing her?”
Namjoon had rolled his eyes, “She’s my friend. And she could really use a break.”
“Do you like her?” Jungkook had pressed, half-serious, half-mocking. “Because if you’re interested in dating her, maybe take her somewhere else. On your own time.”
Hyewon had been the one to intervene, hugging Jungkook’s arm to calm him. “Kook, relax. It might actually be good for everyone. You, me, her. Maybe it’ll help… smooth things over.”
Translation: This is yet another opportunity for her to get to know you. Fuck whatever she felt or said about you.
With that, the decision was made.
Namjoon promised you that you wouldn’t have to spend more than a dinner or two around the lovebirds anyway.
You tried to wriggle out of it, claiming that Logan would never approve of you skipping out on work again, but Namjoon had a solution ready: “We’re all working, _____. We’ll leave after office hours,” He’d said matter-of-factly.
You gave it a thought.
Namjoon went on talking up the island.
You hummed, already picturing the gorgeous tan lines you’d wear after said retreat.
You weren’t entirely convinced, however, the idea of a natural tan, and maybe collecting seashells for your next art project, sounded good enough to sway you.
Because it’d be more meaningful if you found the shells yourself instead of order them off Amazon or an overpriced Etsy shop.
Of course, the fact that Jungkook would be there was…. not the reason, obviously. But a nice little bonus. Emphasis on ‘little.’
The next day, Namjoon came by your office just as you were wrapping things up for the day.
He waited, leaning against the doorframe, refusing to come in and help you finish because he knew that would take way longer.
After finishing off your final task, you reapplied your gloss and cleaned up any traces of tiredness.
“Ready to go?” Joon finally looks up from his phone.
You nodded once.
After saying goodbye to Logan - who gave you a pointed look that said be good - you followed Namjoon down to the parking lot.
You made him carry all of your luggage; two silver, hard shelled suitcases, one smaller than the other.
One contained all your toiletries and shoes, and the other packed your clothes and makeup. You had stayed up all night, washing and steaming your outfits.
Most of them didn't even make the cut.
You even chose more comfortable shoes today: platform, peep toed heels.
Your steps slowed when you spotted them.
Hyewon, standing near the back of the vehicle, chatting softly with someone you didn't recognise. And you could see Jungkook was already seated inside.
“Please tell me we’re not driving together…” You muttered to Namjoon under your breath.
He only hushed you. “It’s Kook’s car. And it’ll only be a forty-minute ride. You’ll survive.”
Forty minutes? You had no idea what kind of island existed forty minutes away, but okay.
When you neared the vehicle, you greeted Hyewon with a strained smile, which she returned sweetly.
“Need help with that?” Hyeown pointed at the little bags by your feet. You dumbly nod.
Whatever, she’s a better woman than you, blah blah.
She smiled at you once again before helping you load the suitcases in the trunk.
‘Helping’ was generous. She basically did it for you while you watched.
The car, you noticed, was a cherry red Jeep. Not exactly the vehicle you’d ever imagined Jungkook in. He struck you more as a sleek black coupe type of dude.
Cherry red was more your thing though.
You’d have liked to take the front passenger seat, but you assumed Hyewon had dibs on it.
So, you climbed into the back. Only to have Hyewon follow you in.
Great!
Whatever.
You pressed yourself against the window silently, determined not to look at Jungkook or acknowledge him at all.
That’s how you spent the first thirty minutes of the ride.
You had to listen to Hyewon yap about something or the other. About her mom, Jungkook’s mom, their family trip together, just relationship stuff.
She kept trying to ask you about your mother and Seokjin too. You assume it was in hopes of getting more intel on your family situation. But you couldn’t be bothered to give her more than a ‘I haven’t seen them all week.’
You were told Yoongi was already waiting at the resort.
You text him asking him to claim a good room for you but he wasn’t a good sport. He insisted all the rooms were ‘good.’
Boring.
Another thirty minutes passed and traffic had brought the car to a crawl.
Forty minutes, my ass.
Both Namjoon and Hyewon had dozed off, leaving you in near-silence with only the sound of Hyewon’s boring Spotify playlist blaring through the speakers lowly.
It only consisted of Taylor Swift’s last two albums. Or so you assume. They all sounded the fucking same to you. Like, are we kidding? You’d rather eat Hyewon’s shoe.
You’re kicking yourself for not charging your devices well.
You were dangerously close to passing out too but resisted.
You could sleep once you got to the place; on a comfy bed after a nice hot shower.
Shifting restlessly in your seat, you adjust your neck, trying to find a comfortable angle to rest in.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward you in the rearview mirror once.
Twice.
Then once again.
Finally, without saying a word, he reached over and held something out toward you.
A forest green neck pillow.
You stared at it, blinking.
He sighed. “Just take it. All that moving around is distracting.”
You glared at him, curling your lips into a childish pout.
He rolled his eyes and pushed the pillow further back at you until you reluctantly accepted it.
The moment your fingers sank into the plush memory foam, your resolve cracked. Memory foam. Your favourite.
You looped it around your neck, muttering a quiet thanks he probably didn’t hear. You barely even heard it yourself.
The pillow even smelt like him. It was oud-y and musky. It made you squeeze your thighs together.
Fuck me.
Why did Jeon Jungkook have to be hot?
You glanced at him once. He didn’t have his hot glasses anymore. Hm…
The memory of a specs-clad Jungkook would suffice for now, you think.
You sank back against the seat, staring out the window.
Thankfully, Jungkook switched Hyewon’s playlist to something he thought you’d enjoy: J-Hope’s latest singles.
And he’s right again.
When the car finally rolled to a stop, you blinked away the haze of near-sleep and looked out the window - only to frown.
You were at an ominous location. You could smell that ocean air, but you couldn't figure out where you were.
You straightened up a little, “Where are we?” You were already wary.
Namjoon only smiled, that kind of weird ‘trust me’ smile that only made you not trust him. “You’ll see.”
Carefully, you followed the group out, heels clicking softly against the ground until the realization hit you.
You were nearing a helipad.
That makes you stop dead in your tracks. “Namjoon, no.”
Namjoon grinned, glancing back, “_____, yes.” He continued on towards the ground staff.
Ugh, this idiot thinks you’re thrilled.
“No, Namjoon. You didn’t say anything about a helicopter.” You end with an unexpected whine.
Meanwhile, Hyewon was clutching Jungkook’s arm dramatically, squealing something about being scared too. “You’ll hold my hand, right?”
Jungkook smiled, tucking her closer. “I’ll hold it the whole way.”
Eugh.
Yeah, no. You’re going home.
“Joon…” You begin to build up your case but he doesn’t let you finish.
“Doll, it’s a very short ride.” He reassures. Hyewon jumps in too, “Yeah, _____, it’ll be fine! If we go down, we all go down together.” She giggled.
?!
Does she think she’s being funny? What is there to laugh about falling seven thousand feet to your death?
You make a strange face at her and her boyfriend who was leading her to the pick-up spot.
Just the idea of flying in a tin can with blades is… not fun. You’d like to live, please, thank you.
Namjoon turned 180 degrees, making his way back to you to drag you along to the front with him.
And he had to literally drag your weight because you’d forced yourself to go limp in his grasp.
Finally, he just decides to throw you over his shoulders making you yelp in horror. “Come on, drama queen.”
You flail around a little, watching Jungkook’s car get smaller and smaller.
When it's only a little red dot, you give up.
Then you hear a new voice.
“Hi, I’m Ivy. I’ll be flying you today.”
A female pilot.
For some reason, that helped settle your tummy.
Namjoon clumsily placed you back on your feet. You stumble a little but Jungkook holds you up.
You dramatically dust yourself off where he touched you.
He scoffed. Brat.
Ivy smiled warmly at you specifically, “It’ll only be twenty minutes, I promise. The weather’s perfect. It’s so comfortable up there even you could easily take a cat nap.”
You believe her. You nodded slowly.
Okay. Maybe you weren’t gonna die.
Even a person you've never met before can see how worried you were.
You unclenched your fist.
Some of the ground staff was loading your bags into a compartment on the side of the helicopter. Everyone was traveling light so it was all well under the weight limit.
Ivy lets you choose your seat first. You chose the middle one so you wouldn’t have to stare at the world below you.
Even though Hyewon was whining about being afraid, she goes for a window seat, so does Namjoon.
That left Jungkook only one choice: pressed to your side for twenty whole minutes. Plus the few minutes it takes for the safety instructions to be explained and getting buckled in.
You were all given headsets to communicate better. You skipped out on it because it’d have messed up your hair.
You swear you heard Jungkook scoff at you again.
Take-off was the most daunting part.
When you heard the blades whirling faster, you instinctively reached out to grab Namjoon’s arm. He hissed under his breath.
A few minutes in, you still held a death grip on his arm.
He just laughed softly, prying your fingers off. “Jesus, you’re cutting off my circulation.”
You couldn’t hear shit because you chose to forego the headphones.
So you just frown at him and cross your arms like a petulant child. But it wasn’t comfortable to keep knocking your elbows into the two gigantic boulders sitting on either of your sides.
If this was anywhere else, you’d have been very satisfied. But four thousand feet off the ground? Over an ocean?
Nuh uh.
You then press your palms to your exposed knees, holding onto them instead. It was a tad more comfy.
Jungkook’s watching you through the periphery. He realises you’re genuinely scared.
He gazes at Hyewon whose eyes were glued to the window. She occasionally smacked his boyfriend’s thigh to show him whatever she was marveling at: migratory birds flying alongside them, a random skyscraper, a horse? Everything.
She contrasted you who were staring down at your lap.
Your hair fell over your face, barring your vision from accidentally catching glimpses of the environment around you.
Your knuckles were turning white around your knees.
With a deep sigh, Jungkook placed his large, tattooed hand over both of yours. You jump. It scares the shit out of you.
Only for a second though.
You lax a bit and peek at him through your hair.
He’s looking at you.
With his free hand, he places the headphones over your ears and you let him.
In your defence, you were… still processing.
You also learn that the headphones did more than just allow everyone to speak to each other. They were also noise cancelling.
And you don’t want to admit it but you felt a lot better this way.
You blush a deep shade of red as you feel his heavy hand rub yours. You felt his fingers brush against your bare knees, making you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily.
…
You never wanted the ride to end.
By all means, screw that fucker, but Jungkook comforting you through a scary helicopter ride even after you’ve been rather unkind to him is… admirable.
Internally, you groan, wishing you had packed your new thrusting, rabbit vibrator.
The landing was smooth enough to make you feel stupid for ever doubting Ivy’s flying skills but not enough to make you feel neutral these kill machines. You still very much hated them.
Wobbly legged, you stumbled out after Jungkook.
This time, he doesn’t catch you.
Just like that, your brief admiration for him ended right there.
Jerk.
You vowed you’d never let Namjoon trick you into bullshit like this ever again.
By the helipad, two golf carts waited to take you to the resort.
You climbed into one with Namjoon, Hyewon, and Jungkook while your suitcases were loaded onto the other.
The ride was short and breezy. Even a little healing.
The cool night island air hits your face from all directions and the scent of salt and flowers curl in through the open sides; it’d put anyone in a good mood.
The villa, well, resort, technically- it was stunning.
Thank you, Mr. Kim.
It was a Tuscan style villa with creamy stone walls, cobblestone walkways lined with beautiful flower bearing bushes and warm amber lighting that made everything look and feel like it was the early 2000s.
Like any typical resort, staff members greeted you at the entrance, handing out chilled towels and colourful welcome drinks.
You accepted both, immediately taking a long sip from your orange and pink drink. Yum, yum.
As you were being led inside, someone began explaining the amenities; a quick list of spa treatments, private cabanas, infinity pools, yadda yadda, but your brain only half-registered any of it.
Until one particular phrase caught your attention.
“…and we have a two-Michelin-star pastry chef visiting us for the weekend.”
Ooh, bingo.
You knew exactly what your plans for the night were: a warm bubble bath, maybe a quick nap, and then room service from that dessert menu that you just know is about to be scrumptious, as you watch Gilmore Girls for, like, the eleventh time.
You almost moan out loud, thinking about all the tiramisu you’re about to gobble.
As everyone slowly began dispersing toward the suites, you felt a presence behind you. Then a light arm slipped around your waist from the side, startling you.
You peer at the figure. “Yoongi?” You blinked.
He grinned lazily, doing the same to Namjoon who stood beside you, before moving on to greet Hyewon and Jungkook with a similar warmth. He seems a bit dazed.
“Just came to say hi,” He pointed to your left with his chin, “In case I don’t see you guys later tonight…”
You all follow his gaze which lands on a gorgeous woman in a tiny black dress. She smiles and waves.
Ohhhh. Cute! You giggle and wave back at her.
Yoongi was tipsy.
“Ah, I see why you were in such a hurry,” Namjoon teased. Yoongi just shrugged.
Before you could even comment, Hyewon clapped her hands together. “Okay! Since we’re all in a hurry right now,” Nobody’s in a hurry for anything… “You’re all invited to our suite in exactly two hours. We’re hosting a casual dinner! Yoongi, you can bring your date!”
Jungkook nodded along as she spoke, with his arm looped around her shoulders.
Namjoon smiled politely. Even Yoongi gave her a little thumbs up in agreement.
Crickets.
As the silence stretched for a second too long, you realized they were all looking at you.
Oh, they wanted an answer this instant.
You blinked. “Oh. I’m okay. I think I’ll just sleep.”
Hyewon’s smile faltered for a second, barely noticeable, but you still caught it. As did everyone else.
Still, she rallied fast. “Oh! That’s totally fine. Feel better, okay?”
Okay?
You scrunched your brows in confusion. “Ok...”
You could tell she didn’t want to believe you’d turned her down for no reason. It was easier for her to assume you were unwell than to accept you just didn’t want to go.
Namjoon shot you a vague ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look. Jungkook’s sported more of a… frown? Like you'd kicked his dog or something. Well, you suppose you kinda did.
Okay then. Can't please everyone now, can ya?
Not wasting a moment longer, you smile. “Good night!” You chirp and follow one of the concierges down a hallway toward your room. Your luggage follows you.
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As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you exhaled, rolling your shoulders back.
Why the hell was this your fault again? You toss your handbag on the floor.
You don’t understand why Hyewon wants to play host when everything is paid for by Namjoon’s dad. You aren’t trying to be… bitchy? A snob? Whatever the word is, you weren’t it. Your confusion is genuine. She ‘expected’ everyone in her and Jungkook’s suite for dinner.
Sucks to be her because you have big plans to pig out in your little room tonight.
After that hell of a car ride? Having to sit with the couple, forced to listen to their vacation plans for December. Renting a ski chalet with Jungkook’s family. Super original. And who plans trips more than half a year ahead?
And then the godforsaken chopper- you don’t even want to think about it and accidentally relive it.
You’d rather be able to pick your own dinner rather than force yourself to eat whatever crap Hyewon selected.
I mean, she never asked you if you had any allergies or for anyone’s preferences. You can’t eat gluten this week. Or corn, because it sucks.
It’s better than showing up and being rude to the host (because of the host’s own neglectfulness.)
There’s zero reason for you to feel bad about it. It’s not as if all their efforts will go to waste if one person skips. The others were still going to be there to enjoy it and praise her.
Ugh. You groan before peeling your clothes off your body. You slip into the bathrobe provided by the Brando. Mm, soft.
You call room service to set up a relaxing, much needed bath for yourself.
While it gets ready for you, you facetime Somin.
You reiterate your plans for the night to her. To nobody’s surprise, she supports your right to stay in rather than show up at Hyewon and Jungkook’s.
You end up staying on call with her (briefly adding Logan later,) all night long while still doing everything else you planned to.
The next morning, Jungkook spots you strutting into the restaurant in Prada SS 2009 heels and an itsy bitsy striped bikini top and skirt with something that looks an awful lot like a Hannah Montana beach towel lazily draped over you.
You only threw the towel on because the restaurant wouldn’t let you in without a cover-up. It didn’t do much covering anyway which was just the way you liked it.
With his eyes glued to your body, Jungkook didn’t even notice Yoongi in pursuit.
Hyewon was still explaining to the waitress how she wanted her guacamole prepared, too occupied to notice whatever was going on there.
You and Yoongi were the last ones there.
Since Namjoon was off snorkeling with the dolphins or whatever, it was just the four of you.
You were preparing to skip out on this breakfast date but Yoongi came barging into your room and threatened you to show up because Namjoon put him on _____ responsibility.
It’d have been rude to bail a second time.
Not that you care. You sincerely could not be bothered about how Hyewon felt.
You’d like to point out once again that she was not the host, and nor was she the person whose invite you accepted. Namjoon was.
Anyway, Yoongi ate you out: first, through your panties for five whole minutes before discarding them completely, then he only cleaned you up with his tongue. He hadn’t let you finish.
Instead, he held your orgasm over your head and made you attend breakfast.
What were you gonna do? Say no? You tried but he was very persuasive.
“Oh, hello!” Hyewon cheerfully greeted you and Yoongi.
Her eyes flitted over to Yoongi’s arm behind your lower back. He was helping you into your chair. “Oh, when did this happen?”
You followed her gaze, looking down at yourself, and then blinked up at her. “When did what happen?”
“Thiiiss,” she said with a teasing little grin, gesturing between you and Yoongi. “I just didn’t know you two were close. You were with Namjoon before.”
Yoongi hummed, “We’ve become close over the week.” He thought nothing of it. But you knew what was brewing in her head. It’s always about relationships with this woman.
Hyewon’s eyes widened slightly at his tone. She looked back at Jungkook who was now fully focused on your conversation too.
They hadn’t necessarily heard Yoongi speak of anyone like that before. And since you're a woman and he’s a man and men can never be friends with women, they were understandably taken aback. Note the sarcasm.
Hyewon laughed delicately, a little in disbelief, “Wow, really?” Then she goes on to say, “Oh, my god, this reminds me-” She waves her hands around to express her disagreement, “-you know, I’ve always detested that term: homie hopper.” She uses air quotes.
Yoongi and Jungkook’s eyes snap to Hyewon.
Hyewon cringes. “It’s such an unnecessary misogynistic term. Like, people can do whatever they want.”
Then why bring it up in the first place?
You almost laugh in her face because of how bad she was at shading people. Though, that didn’t stop you from feeling a bit of discomfort because everyone at the table understood what she was hinting at.
As much as you’d like to say you weren’t hurt, it stung a tiny bit. Which was crazy because you never cared what most people thought of you, let alone someone like Hyewon, whom you don’t even have a real opinion on.
Jungkook’s brow raised, still processing the words that just exited his girlfriend’s mouth.
On the other hand, Yoongi was quick with his defense. “Why say it then?” His tone wasn’t accusatory or sharp, but he feigned confusion.
“I wasn’t, I mean, I didn’t mean it in that way. God, I’d never.” Hyewon explained smoothly.
Yoongi wasn’t having it, “We’re not stupid, Hyewon.” He copied her nonchalant tone.
Before Hyewon could respond, her boyfriend jumps in, “Yah, let’s not go there? It’s nine in the morning.” It was directed towards Yoongi.
Yoongi?
Hyewon’s the one who started it. But ok, Yoongi shouldn’t go there.
Fuck that. You frown at him before picking out a menu to peruse through.
“She did not mean anything by it.” Jungkook looked at his girlfriend to confirm. “Right?” His hand slipped under the table--- you just knew it was to squeeze Hyewon’s thigh.
Ew...
“Of course not! I was only sharing an opinion!” Hyewon rushed to reassure her boyfriend.
She looks at you with this shocked look. You don’t know how to describe it.
“I am so sorry it came out that way.” It was as if she suddenly regretted trying to drag you. Or pretended to.
When you don’t acknowledge her, she reaches out to grab your hand, “_____, I’m sorry. Let’s just start over?”
If she doesn’t let go of you in the next five seconds, she is about to be wearing her breakfast eggs on her head.
“I don’t care,” you smile awkwardly, “We’re fine.”
Maybe Hyewon was still upset that you rejected her for dinner the night before. And maybe this was her way of showing it or lashing out.
An awkward silence ensued after.
You then placed an order for a breakfast tiramisu and an espresso martini. Not even Yoongi interfered with your unhealthy choices.
It wasn’t until Jungkook decided to break the ice (mainly addressing Yoongi and Hyewon) that things went back to somewhat normal.
You didn’t engage too much in any of their conversations.
Jungkook took note of it. He’d occasionally look your way, and you don’t know if it was to get you to join in or simply to admire.
You had half a mind to unwrap your purple towel and really give him something to look at, momentarily forgetting that you were supposed to be mad at him.
Little things like this never bothered you before. So many of your past dates have pulled these tricks to get you to feel or act on jealousy. But it never worked. You weren’t the type of person who felt possessive over people nor the type to hold grudges.
Until Jungkook, maybe?
You’ve had hours to contemplate if your feelings were even worth entertaining.
It was silly to be mad at Jungkook. He was only teasing. You have half-forgiven him.
That’s a concept you’d like to introduce: choosing forgiveness until he ruins it for you with any more of his shenanigans.
Your heart felt lighter when you came to this conclusion with yourself.
Somin thought you needed to slow down on your attempts with Jungkook, refrain from acting out and getting rage-baited by him. And you agreed.
Besides, it takes a lot of effort to be mad at someone. But you can’t help feeling a tad annoyed by the couple sitting across from you with all their… together-ness.
Around twenty excruciating minutes later, you and Yoongi excused yourself to go get a dry massage session before you sunbathed.
Hyewon invited you to a private couples yoga class she had pre-booked for herself and Jungkook.
It wouldn't have been private with you and Yoongi there though.
While you had time, you did not care for it.
Yoga was a regular thing for you, so it wasn’t as if you’d learn something new. If anything, you’d be forced to watch Jungkook stretch Hyewon out for a second time.
And you didn’t like the way she proposed it either: ‘Oh! You don’t seem to have anything special planned then? Come join us!’
Getting a little massage and sunbathing weren’t ‘plans?’ Fuck that.
Thankfully, Yoongi politely declined before you could protest. He also paid before Jungkook could.
This restaurant wasn’t part of the resort so breakfast wasn’t paid for in advance. Jungkook had called for the bill but, like, Yoongi sniped and gave the waitress his card before she could accept Jungkook’s. And you found that pretty hot.
Jungkook thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing and soothing, something you practiced to get your mind off things.
Yet, in the silence, he couldn’t stop wondering about you and his hyung.
He absolutely didn’t deem Min Yoongi to be your kind of guy in general, let alone something more. But after seeing him dancing with you the other night and after Hyewon’s inquisitiveness, he doubts his own intuition.
It was none of his business but he didn’t love the idea of you and Yoongi. Even Namjoon seemed a more likely option.
Either way, he didn't plan on driving himself nuts over your (possible) dating life.
The yoga class was held under a white canopy by the villa, facing the sea.
The instructor, Ria, spoke in a soft and measured tone, gracefully demonstrating each pose. As expected, Jungkook and Hyewon were the ideal students.
Then, when they get more comfortable between poses, Ria goes off to bring a sound healing instrument.
Then Jungkook suddenly lets out an exhale. “Won, what was that earlier?”
Hyewon looks over questioningly, mid–warrior pose. “What was....?”
“At breakfast.” He straightens, fixing his sweats a little. “The thing you said about _____.”
Hyewon’s face tightens briefly. “It wasn’t about her. I mean-” She sighs, adjusting herself. “It came out wrong. I just opened my mouth before I thought. I feel horrible, okay?”
He hopes she’s being truthful. Jungkook just nods along. “It didn’t sound great.”
“Jungkook, I know,” she says, voice a little strained now. “I mean I even apologised right then. Why are you bringing it up now?”
“Alright, alright. I just wanted to clear it up.” Jungkook backs off. Then he adds, “Yo- we should probably just… leave her alone for now.”
Hyewon doesn’t understand what he meant by that but she chooses to stay quiet, ignoring his suggestion.
There’s an awkward silence when Ria returns and calls for the next pose - downward dog.
Hyewon turns away from her boyfriend, getting into position, focusing on the sounds of the wind chimes and the soothing music instead.
However, as the session goes on, the atmosphere subtly shifts.
Hyewon’s focus wavers. She didn’t love the fact that her own boyfriend questioned her motives in your defense. She suddenly momentarily hated the fact that you tagged along, contrary to how she had felt when she first found this out.
Jungkook doesn’t really notice the shift in his girlfriend’s mood, too busy getting the yoga right. He doesn’t try to engage her how he had tried with you earlier today. (Yeah, she noticed.)
And understandably so, Hyewon hates that even more.
Meanwhile at the spa, you and Yoongi were led into separate adjoining rooms for your dry massages.
The rooms smelt like essential oils and smoky sage.
It looked like a typical Thai spa, nothing outstanding but it was beautiful regardless.
There was a koi pond at the entrance too. You wish you had brought your phone along to show Somin to give her ideas for her indoor pond. Somin had one in her backyard but the birds kept stealing the poor fishies. She would get new ones but the birds kept returning. Soon she realised that she was feeding the birds that way. Ever since, she has been looking for inspo to build a little pond in her living room instead.
The massage was as relaxing as you expected. No oils or lotions were used; it was a dry massage because you didn’t want to get cooked in the sun later.
Your masseuse wouldn’t stop complimenting your soft skin. You assumed she was fishing for tips but she wouldn’t accept any when you tried.
So, yay. :) It doesn’t take too much to make you happy.
You hoped to remain uplifted all day today. Or at least until dinner when you’d have to see Hyewon and Jungkook again.
After your massage, you find Yoongi waiting for you by the sun deck. He was staring into the endless ocean.
The sun made him look almost translucent.
He looked too serene to disturb but you were in a rush. “I’m still a bit hazy from the massage, and I wanna keep feeling so I can nap on that beach!!” With that, you run off to the beach.
Yoongi stays on the deck for a few minutes before heading back to the villas from where he grabs your phone, a tube of sunscreen, and two books to pass time with.
When he gets to the beach, he sees you’ve already set yourself up on a lounge chair, basking in the warm sunlight.
An employee had installed an umbrella for Yoongi.
“Need sunscreen?” He asks, already reaching for the tube before you can answer. You squeak in assent, sprawling out on the chair for him. He kneels beside you, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. The lotion feels cool against your warm skin.
Yoongi spreads it slowly, over your shoulders, your tummy, the tops of your thighs and your legs. “How do you walk on sand with those heels? Flip.” - “Hm? Oh…” You look at your feet before turning over for him, “I dunno, I just do.”
Uh, you weren’t about to take your shoes off to lie on a chair - they’re part of your outfit. And last time you checked, this wasn’t a nude beach. I mean, it was a private one so you could probably get away with some nudity but you’ve been really into tan lines lately. So, you know. The bikini stays on.
Also, you doubt the employees would be pleased if you tried.
Yoongi massages the cream deeply into your skin.
He begins to help himself before you could offer to do it for him, so you don’t bother.
You stay on your stomach, resting your cheek on the back of your palm, leaving your hair cascading down your back.
You hear the roar of the ocean and the screeching of the seagulls. There weren’t too many of those there though. You could maintain your peace.
You sigh dreamily.
A few minutes of silence prompt you to check on Yoongi.
He was settled in next to you with a fat book on… music therapy?
Huh.
You turn the other way and close your eyes, breathing in the fresh, salty ocean air.
It’s peaceful.
For the first time probably all week, you’re content to just exist. Just you, the warm sun, the cool wind, and the sounds of the water. And Yoongi.
Perhaps Namjoon was onto something bringing you here.
ʚ𖹭ɞ
The next time you open your eyes, you see a blond lying on the chair to your left: “Oh,” a familiar voice exclaims, “You’re up!”
You squint a little, and there’s Namjoon, reclined on the seat. His hair was still damp and slicked back and his sunglasses were perched low on his nose. And he’s already got a beautiful tan on.
Still sleepy, you mumble. “How long have you been sitting there?”
He shrugs, “A little less than an hour.”
Damn. You'd been knocked out for a while.
You glance to your right. Yoongi was on to a new book now. “Oh… Should’ve woken me…”
There was a slight imprint of your own hand on your face. It was a good nap.
“I tried.” Namjoon snorted, “Snorkeling was amazing. You should’ve come.”
“Was it?” You ask, flipping on your back and stretching your arms over your head.
“Yeah. There was this one dolphin that kept following me - probably because I dropped my snorkel multiple times,” he laughs. “Embarrassing as hell, but so worth it.”
He was way too chill about losing important equipment more than once… “Good for you.” You hum, blinking against the light, “At least one of us is having fun.”
You put your palm out, asking Joon for his sunglasses. He obliges.
“Yeah, okay. You woke up at the perfect time though.”
“I did?”
“Yep.” He sits up, brushing some sand off his shorts. “Next activity’s at one.”
You ogle his thighs for a few seconds. “Define activity…”
Namjoon opens his mouth to answer but then decides against it: “It’s a surprise.”
Dramatically shaking your head, you whine, “Nuh uh, no more of those.”
“You’ll have fun, I promise.” Namjoon pulls you off your resting place.
You let out a faint ‘Noooo’ before complying with his requests.
Namjoon knew you’d take a while to dress up so he sent you off early. Knowing how much the group enjoyed drinking, he had booked a little mixology class. Initially it was supposed to be just the three of you but during dinner last night, it turned into a group activity.
And maybe this would help you bond with Hyewon and… well, he hopes you wouldn’t ‘bond’ with Jungkook any more than you have currently. For Hyewon’s sake.
All this while, Namjoon had been confident that Jungkook wouldn’t pay you any heed and he had been proven wrong.
In his opinion, Hyewon and Jungkook belonged together.
It’s not that he doesn’t like you. He loves you. But he doesn’t love you for his buddy. He thinks you would stomp on Jungkook’s heart with your sexy little stilettos and crush it.
He could just talk to you and ask you to back away but it’s a bit too late for that anyway.
That being said, he still hopes you and Jungkook are able to build a friendship. If not now, sometime in the future.
It was nearing one in the afternoon by the time you finally emerged from your room - ten minutes later than Namjoon’s text had instructed, but who was counting?
You’d taken your sweet time getting dolled-up, abandoning your bikini for a mini slip dress with black lace detailing along the neckline. It paired beautifully with your diamond necklace (all lab grown because you’re not a monster.)
What took long was the hair. You worked your hair into waves and added little braids here and there. Like at the night of the gala.
Namjoon had only told you to change into something comfortable for an ‘activity.’ No further hints.
You were hoping it wasn’t anything involving hiking, sand, or god forbid, group sports.
The sun was high and hot, you doubt it was any of those options anyway.
You followed the winding stone path down toward the villa deck, where Namjoon’s text had told you to meet him.
You spotted Joon first, leaning leisurely against a railing in a linen shirt and khakis, with a different pair of sunglasses perched on his head.
Yoongi stood beside him, holding a glass of something brown and on the rocks.
They were discussing the layout of the place and how inconvenient it must be for employees on this island to travel from work to home.
“About time,” Yoongi said, glancing at you as you carefully stumble onto the deck in your ladybug kitten heels.
“You boys are lucky I showed up at all.” You shot back, and his mouth twitched in a half smile.
Namjoon stepped forward, clapping his hands once. “Alright, now that we’re all here…” He gestured to the open-air setup behind him: a long wooden counter stood in a corner, shaded by palm fronds. Shakers were stacked neatly atop it along with bowls of citrus, berries and jars of other edibles, bottles of liquor, and rows of gleaming glasses. “…Surprise.”
You froze for half a second before letting out a delighted squeak. “A mixology sesh?”
Namjoon grinned. “You’ve mentioned wanting to try it before, so…”
He listens to you!
“Ooh, oh, my God,” You’re practically bouncing in place, “I’m so excited!”
Right then, a figure exited a gorgeous little shed nearby and introduced themselves as the instructor, Kyle.
Then Kyle began running through the basics. “We’ll start by prepping some ingredients, washing and cutting fruit, muddling herbs, that sort of thing. Then we’ll get into building flavor profiles.”
You weren’t too keen on the grunt work but if the end result is a drunk _____, you’re doing ittt.
You, Namjoon, and Yoongi each gave your introductions in turn before diving into the setup.
Kyle handed you and Joon some of the citrus fruits and a grater and asked you to zest them into separate bowls.
Yoongi, being more experienced with knives, was asked to slice the fruits into thin wedges for the plating.
Everything was going just fine.
And then-
“Oh, you guys started without us?”
You froze mid-smile.
Turning, you saw Hyewon approaching, one arm looping through Jungkook’s. They both looked freshly showered and far too put-together for a lazy beach afternoon (as did you.)
Hyewon was in a coral halter sundress, hair glossy and tied with a silk scarf. Jungkook wore a Hawaiian button-down with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and exposing his tats. His sunglasses were hooked in the center of his shirt and his capri shorts were... weirdly hot.
Your heart did something stupid at the sight of him. His hair was a tad tousled by the wind. You almost want to reach out and fix it.
Namjoon straightened a little, smiling welcomingly. “Hey, you guys made it.”
Hyewon smiled, “Yeah! We were gonna go snorkeling because you made it sound so good but we figured we could just do that tomorrow.”
We, we, we. Blegh.
You forced a polite little smile, trying not to show the flicker of irritation. Or the heat that rose to your cheeks when Jungkook’s eyes flicked to you before dropping to your bare shoulder where one of your straps had slipped off of. Then to your hands that daintily grasped the half peeled lime, and then down to your legs.
“Alright!” Kyle smiled brightly at the couple, “You guys ready to catch up?”
They both nodded. Hyewon offered an apologetic smile while Jungkook looked only mildly interested.
“Great! Since your friends have already started…” Kyle gestured at the small array of half-prepped fruits, bottles, and herbs on the long wooden counter, “I’ll give you two some tasks too.”
He points at Hyewon, “You can help wash and prep the berries.” Then turning to Jungkook, “You can take over the herbs. You’re going to use that muddler and gently press it down on the herbs. Make sure to bruise, not murder them.”
Jungkook already disliked Kyle.
As everyone settled into their given roles, Kyle began to talk about mixing alcohols.
The do’s, the don’t’s, what kind of alcohol mixes with what liquid, different flavour profiles, hot and cold drinks, and so much more that you’re sure you won’t remember after today.
Then, Kyle began demonstrating mixing colours.
You actually found yourself fascinated, leaning a little closer as they poured a splash of liqueur into a shaker and swirled it to show contrast.
Kyle had everyone taste different types of liqueurs. Though they controlled the portion, you and Yoongi snuck some extra shots in.
But you spat bitter whiskey into a paper towel. You never understood how anyone could enjoy this.
After your fourth shot of vanilla vodka, you were beginning to... feel things.
“Now,” Kyle clapped his hands once, smiling mischievously, “time for something fun. I’ve got a little game for you all. It’ll be a test of your creativity and teamwork.”
Yoongi groaned, already sensing some shit-stirring.
These were grown adults with full-time jobs, they didn’t need any more intrapersonal skill assessments.
“I’m gonna divide you into two teams,” Kyle continued, “Each group gets twenty minutes to create an original cocktail. You’ll present it to me, I’ll taste both, and we’ll have a winner.”
Before anyone could voice their opinion, Kyle was already dividing you up, “Yoongi and Namjoon are Team One.”
Now Yoongi’s face lit up in glee. It took you a bit longer to register though.
That meant….
“_____, Hyewon and the hot one whose name I cannot remember,” Kyle winked, “You’re Team Two.”
You exhaled sharply through your nose, turning back to the counter.
The tension was palpable.
Jungkook stood on one side of Hyewon, cutting ice cubes down to little cubes. And you stood on the other, minding your own beeswax.
You have no clue what Hyewon was doing either.
You didn’t bother communicating your idea to the couple. You just started building it.
A sparkling, glittery pink drink with hints of passionfruit and raspberry. The fizz comes from champagne and tonic, and the glitter is a dusting of white edible shimmer you’d found in one of the tiny jars Kyle had set out.
You crushed some berries, mixed them in with the wine and drained the liquid. You ignored whatever conversation was happening beside you.
It wasn’t until you reached for the pink passionfruit that things went sideways.
You wanted to cut the fruit up into tinier pieces to mush together with the raspberries for a deeper tint with lesser berry flavour.
As if he had a sixth sense of some kind, Jungkook narrows in on you reaching out for the sharpest knife designed to cut ice: you were about to pick it up by the damn blade.
You were totally distracted, staring at the pink pigment stained on your other fingers instead of watching what you're doing with a sharp object.
Within a second, Jungkook nearly lunges over his girlfriend. His hand shoots out to grab your wrist and knock the knife away from your palm before you could cut yourself.
Hyewon shuffled backwards, startled, as her boyfriend grabs hold of you.
The tool clattered to the ground.
You were still staring at your pink fingertips.
What just happened?
Your eyes snap up to his.
“You can’t be picking up knives by the sharp end, _____.” Jungkook scolded you, dropping your hand.
The entire deck was now watching on in curiosity. Employees and all.
You pout at him, still a little dazed, “Geez, okay…”
Jungkook exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. Then, quieter, “Just- tell me what you want to do. I’ll do it.”
You hesitated, but eventually pointed at the fruit. “I want to cut it into smaller pieces to mash.”
“And?” Jungkook was already on it.
You hum rubbing up and down your arm, “Mmm, mix it with tonic and white wine and strain it. Add a little sweetener, then glitter…”
Hyewon smiled, suddenly jumping in, “I’ll mash and strain then!”
Ok, so this was going to be a group activity now.
You happily pass the little muddler off to her. You wanted to be on glitter duty anyway.
Jungkook passed on the little cubes to Hyewon who mashed them. Then she stirs it in with the two liquids, as per your direction.
Finally, you dust in a good amount of the shimmery powder and stir before equally pouring the concoction into six different glasses.
Hyewon even sliced a little piece of a tangerine to stick on the rims of each glass. It looked pretty cute.
When the drinks were done, Kyle went around tasting each. They gave feedback on everything.
Finally, Yoongi and Namjoon’s smokey citrussy drink won. But that was expected since Yoongi knew a lot about alcohol and drinking anyway.
Kyle lingered by your side, swirling a glass of the _____ (that’s what you called your drink) in their hand. “This,” they said, admiring the shimmer under the sun, “is fun. Needs a little more acidity, but the presentation is gorgeous.”
Yay! You smiled, ducking your head shyly. “Thanks.”
Jungkook, standing behind you, watched the way you bit back your grin. You tried not to look too pleased. And for some reason, it made something tighten in his chest.
It’s so easy to make you happy. So easy to want to.
Kyle clapped once more. “Alright, mixologists, you’ve earned a break. There’s a beautiful picnic set up for you on the beach. Follow me, allons-y!”
They led you down the wooden path towards the sand.
You walked ahead with Yoongi, talking about how much you loved your sparkly drink idea.
When Yoongi tells you to turn it into a business plan, you immediately lose interest in discussing your drink with him.
Why did men do that?
Behind you, Jungkook fell back beside Namjoon, lowering his voice so only his hyung could hear, “Listen,” He cleared his throat. “I booked a yacht for tomorrow to get back to the city.”
Namjoon frowned. He had checked for yachts the day before but none were available for a few weeks now. Plus, he discovered a helicopter to be faster and, surprisingly, cheaper. The port was farther away than the helipad. And with a chopper, they could directly land on top of their office building if they wanted.
“How come?” Namjoon chose to ask before hounding him with all this info.
Wasn't it apparent?
“She’s terrified of flying, man.” Jungkook said it as if it was the most obvious response.
Namjoon blinked, following Jungkook’s gaze up ahead - stopping on you as you walked barefoot beside Yoongi, violently shaking your head at something Yoongi said.
Huh. Maybe Namjoon’s better off not meddling.
next: killah (jjk) [9]
note: firstly, everything i wrote for the mixology class scene is from my own head. i did not feel like researching anything so i just made stuff up. if anything is accurate, it's a coincidence. still, pleek don't attempt to recreate anything from that scene irl
secondly, slut shaming of any of the characters will not be tolerated! be normal ok
finally, these two months are going to be super busy for me (shocker ik.) sooo, if you ask me for an update anytime before december 30, i won't be able to give you any answers 😖
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