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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 2: Plastic Rhinestones

Jungkook just loves playing with you, while you think you've got the whole thing all figured out. But maybe, down the line, both of you have forgotten the rules to the game you're playing- and it's starting to make things more and more complicated.

Tags/Warnings: mc still hates kook, kook hates her too Angst?, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes (they're getting stronger), minor age gap, sexual thoughts & suggestive talking over the phone, there's tension baby and it's getting worse

Length: ~3k.

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"So you're gonna fuck her and then what?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin chuckles a little, leaning back into the couch.

"Was thinking about it." Jimin shrugs. "She's cute and seems up for it, so why not?" He says while tapping away on his phone while Jungkook shoots him a glance through his long hair.

He's met up with Jimin at his own place, casually talking until his friend had brought up you, and his plans to woo you into his bed, no strings attached. Park Jimin doesn't do relationships after all- he breaks hearts casually, and enjoys living rather leisurely. And while yes, Jungkook does in fact participate in similar hijinks whenever he's got the time for it, he's not the same as the man in front of him. He's always upfront with whomever he ends up sleeping- it's only for pleasure, it's nothing personal, there's no chance for feelings after it. But Jimin? Jimin likes to play with people, and that's something that Jungkook just doesn't want to happen to you.

Usually, he would just tell himself it's none of his business. But if it involves you, it is his somewhat business.

"And then what?" Jungkook repeats his question, making Jimin scoff.

"Then nothing. Come on, you've got no right to lecture me on shit like that. You fuck them left and right and then? Nothing either." He says before he looks at his friend with a suspicious smile. "Or are you jealous?" He asks.

Jungkook clicks his tongue. He's not jealous- why would he be? If anything, he should pity anybody who's got to survive whatever boring escapades Jimin makes happen. He's protecting you from a disappointing orgasm, nothing else. "As if. Fuck her six days till Sunday for all I care, it's not like I'm gonna miss out on anything." He shrugs, words empty in their actual meaning as he himself doesn't even believe them in the slightest, adjusting his posture. He doesn't know why he even said them. Maybe just to put up that façade again, so he won't get teased for it to high heavens. "I just don't think you should." He shrugs, making Jimin scoff.

"And why not? Because you called dibs on her or what?" His older friend asks, before he seems to become more thoughtful. "You're worried she might talk." He says, crossing his arms. Jungkook feels somewhat offended by those words.

"No, but one day one of all of your flings will." He says with a bit of an irritated undertone- since his friend is missing the entire point. "I helped you get where you are today. Any of the shit you fuck up is gonna turn on me as well, and it feels like you keep forgetting that." He mentions, making his friend sigh.

"Hm. You've got a point." He shrugs, uncrossing his legs as he picks up his phone. "Well, I'll keep it in mind now though. Please don't think I'm not grateful." Jimin offers, ruffling the younger one's hair and making him groan out in annoyance at that.

And after he leaves Jungkook's apartment, he himself can't help but think about how odd it felt to hear his friend talk about you like this. He really isn't jealous, not at all.

So what's his fucking problem then?

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You honestly don't know how or when it started, but by now, occasionally, you'll drop by at his company building to eat at the cafeteria there with him whenever he asks via text. It's an odd habit you've both created for no reason other than boredom and the need for company- but man, does his attitude piss you off almost every single time you meet him here. If it wasn't for the free food, you wouldn't ever fucking talk a single word to him ever in that place.

The predator in his natural habitat, so to speak.

"I like you, yeah-" you shrug, answering a flirty question he had sneaked in during your meal with him. "-But you're no better than any other guy, really." You tell him, as he sits across from you, trying hard to keep his cool.

He agrees that Jimin probably only wants you as a trophy to show off, yes- but Jungkook himself? He doesn't. He doesn't care for that, doesn't see any worth in telling anybody about whatever you might indulge in behind closed doors. That's for himself only.

He wants you for himself only.

"Am I now?" He challenges, leaning back on his chair, one leg over the other as he relaxes in his posture. You feel oddly threatened by him in that moment, and not even in a bad way. He's more like a predator very much toying with his prey- confident he'll catch it no matter how far it runs.

And maybe you want to know how far he'll let you go before he starts the chase.

"Who cares." You say, taking a sip of your beverage in front of him, trying to appear unbothered by his words.

"You, apparently." He chuckles to himself, amused by your acting. He has already noticed the way you've started to shift around on your seat, legs restless as you evade any eye contact with him. "And there's nothing bad about it. I'm flattered, if anything."

You laugh. "Flattered by me insulting you?" You raise an eyebrow. "Boy, you must have some odd kinks. Not that I'm judging." You wave off.

"You really like barking like a little dog, don't you?" He asks, and you stop everything you're doing as your heated gaze finds his. "Its cute. Adorable, really, how you keep yapping at me." He smiles.

"I take back everything I said." You threaten, crossing your arms. "I hate you. You're so full of yourself, it's disgusting." You huff, and he grins with a wolfish grin.

"I mean.." he tilts his head a little, eyes dark as he licks the silver piercing on his bottom lip. "…you could be full of me too." He offers, eyes never moving away from yours, as you swallow thickly. "All you gotta do is beg." He teases, laughs when you turn a bit red across from him.

"In your dreams, Kook." You jab only, slapping some bills on the table to pay for your portion of the drinks and food, before you leave the company building.

Him still smiling to himself, satisfied as he pulls out his phone to send you the money you've left on the table back with a generous bonus on top- receiving an influx of angry emojis and even angrier insults from you only seconds after the payment is sent. He knows you'll use the money, even if you tell him you won't. He knows you just can't quite get a thank you out from between your lips when it's directed at him.

He just loves playing around with you- because he knows he's the only one who get's under your skin like this.

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Jungkook doesn't like parties.

Jungkook likes you going to parties with him even less.

The whole situation is quite ridiculous really- he had it long coming at this point however. He's almost thirty after all- people are constantly asking questions about potential lovers of his. He's good at hiding any escapades he might've had in the past; but the most annoying thing mostly for himself would be rather that there haven't been any. At least not since he's gotten closer to you this past year or so.

And he honestly doesn't even know why.

He's gotten over his stupid crush he'd had back when you were in your final year of school, staying over at his home every now and then when his sister was living with him during her final year. He's not who he was back then anymore, and he's glad he's not- but at the same time, some things feel like they're just stuck now.

Any girl he takes to bed (or on the couch, he's not really picky), always seems to warp into someone that looks like you- and it's just weird at this point. He doesn't have a crush on you. Of course, you're pretty- exactly his type, both personality wise and in looks as well, but that doesn't mean that he thinks about you as anything other than his best friend's friend who he kind of lusts over.

That doesn't make him special. You've got a lot of his friends licking their teeth for you like you're some prey to be caught. And granted, it pisses him off. You're a grown woman, not some piece of meat.

It's why he takes you out to so many of his company's events like these. He's taken you to Paris for a Dior show he'd gotten invited to, had brought you along to movie premiers, or private aftershows. He wants you to experience these things because you simply deserve it in his eyes- he can't explain it well enough for it to make proper sense, but that's just what he feels like. The look in your eyes of pure amazement at the paintings in the louvre museum in France, the stars reflecting in your eyes when you were drinking whine on the balcony of his hotel room in Dubai, or when you both walked through new York together.

It's weird.

When he's alone with you like this, in situations where you more or less have to rely on him to make sure you'll be fine, you get along great. You laugh, it's light and comfortable, relaxed even- no arguing, only playful banter and honestly good memories made. When in situations like these he does see himself even developing an emotional connection to you- but then you come back, you say your goodbyes, and the next time he meets you again with Taehyung or Jimin for just casual evenings to spend, he just feels like he's annoying you. Like you're annoying him. It just feels wrong, like a sweater that's itchy but you can't take it off.

It's horrible, really. And he doesn't even know who or what to blame.

Because again, right now, he couldn't be happier with you as his company- you're beautiful in the dress you'd picked, mature but naturally playful in the way you carry yourself. You always feel so fresh compared to all the faces he sees around him at times like these- it's all just so confusing.

"Do you think they'll write a dramatic article about me if they spot me eat all those fancy snacks there?" You ask him, fingers having tugged slightly on his sleeve to get his attention. It's small things like these, your giggling, the ease at which you seem to wrap him around your finger just by standing close to him like that, it's stupid how it always gets under his skin. All he can think about right now is how close you're standing to him, how you still hold onto his sleeve, how utterly mischievous you look right now as you eye the catering table. "I'm really hungry.. how long is this whole thing?" You ask, looking up at him.

That Dior lipgloss is really doing god's work, making the low lights of the hall reflect on your lower lip, while tinting them a subtle shade of warm pink. "Jungkook?" You ask, catching him from his thoughts.

"One more hour, then it won't look impolite if we leave." He chuckles down at you, before he takes a look around. "Though there might be a problem brewing over there. They've been talking to each other the entire time." He tells you in a bit of a lower tone. "Don't look." He orders- and you don't.

"What's the problem?" You wonder, and Jungkook sighs, clearly upset but trying to keep himself in check.

"I think they might've gotten the wrong idea about you and me." He explains. "We had to pay off three magazines last month because we've been seen together in Dubai, and now they want to gossip about you being my new 'toy'." he rolls his eyes, making you giggle.

He doesn't see the joke in any of it. You're not a 'toy' to anybody- it's insulting how they've been trying to paint you to the public.

"I mean, granted-" You offer, stepping a bit away from him before you brush something off of his tie. "-we do look like a couple sometimes, not gonna lie. Or. you know, like sugar-daddy and sugar-baby; god knows I'd never be able to bag someone like you." You laugh, before sneakily turning around to look for the group of people Jungkook had been referring to earlier. They're still talking, smiling to each other about something said amongst them, their eyes firmly on you. They're older men and women- but they honestly don't look too mean.

"Cut yourself some slack. I know a lot of guys who'd murder for a gem like you." He teases, and you cringe a bit, making him laugh. "What? Don't like my flirting?" He asks, brows raised.

"Oh I like your flirting- but not whatever the hell THAT was.!" You giggle, before you slide your hair off of your shoulder. "Just tell those magazines I'm like, your sister or some shit. Won't that clear up the air?" You ask, and he plays with his piercing for a second, before he shakes his head.

He wants to tell you that he doesn't want to lie and later be caught in a scandal if he does end up getting that close to you, if he does gain that courage and ask you out, if you do end up agreeing to trying out a relationship with him-

But he doesn't say anything, and just goes to grab your coat, ready to leave and bring you home.

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Jungkook has a bad habit.

Okay, he's got multiple if you're to be given enough to write them all down, but right now, his worst habit is his absolute lack of timing. Or maybe it's perfect timing if his goal is to just piss you off- in which case, his timing is always absolutely on point. "What?!" You hiss into the phone, turning your babypink vibrator off, letting it fall onto your bed.

You'll clean the sheets later.

"Oh wow, you sound like I interrupted some heavy workout there." He chuckles. "Though knowing you, you've been rather jerking off than actually hitting the gym." He teases, making you roll your eyes something he can't see, but surely imagines you doing.

"Fuck you." You bark at him, sitting up slowly, disappointment evident in every breath you take as you take a proper breath. "What do you want?"

"What were you using?" He asks, and you fall into silence at that, the question catching you off guard.

Jungkook is always pretty forward. He flirts, he teases, he uses anything he's got to get under your skin- but he's never been this blunt. And right now, you can't even deny what you've been doing, because he wouldn't believe you anyways- so should you actually answer him? You have to. Otherwise he'll think he's got you- and you won't give him that achievement, ever.

"A vibrator, you know, something I can trust with making me cum instead of being disappointed." You try to casually tell him, though his chuckle on the other end of the line makes you horribly weak in your knees. It's probably still the aftermath of your ruined session of self-love.

Yes, that's it.

"Cute." He simply comments. "Though I take from your sour attitude that it failed at it's task this time?" He almost sings, making you frustrated again because fuck him, fuck men, and fuck this one most of all ten times. "Poor thing. Guess I'm honored you picked up my call though, instead of finishing up." He laughs to himself, and you scoff.

"Fuck off, I thought it was something important." You bite at him. "I could finish myself off right now just fine, you do nothing to me." You try and jab at him, though you should've known he doesn't play by those rules. His own don't apply to him. He's cheating in his own game, and you know it- and yet you fall into his traps every single time.

"Oh?" He says, before he chuckles darkly. "Prove it." He demands, and you squeeze your legs shut as if on instinct.

If you deny, you'll never hear the end of it. If you agree, you'll never hear the end of it. You don't even know if he's serious- maybe he just wants to tease you as always, not putting a single ounce of truth into his demand- and yet, it also fills you with an odd shameful sense of excitement. You've never done anything like this. And his voice is pretty nice to listen to, so..

"Make me." You challenge, and you expect him to laugh, or say anything else than what he actually ends up saying.

In this moment, he's the voice of reason. This is dangerous territory you're both walking on, and while you might be completely clouded by lust in this moment, but he's still very much clear in his head. "Not like this." He simply tells you because of that, voice awfully sober, so much so that it makes even you sit up now, phone in your hand.

All until the shame hits, making you frustrated and embarrassed. "Just say you're fucking with me, asshole, no need to pull such a piss-poor joke like that.!" You angrily tell him- though his next words make a shiver run down your spine- and not a good one, in fact.

"I'm far from joking." He says, sighing. "I apologize for even.. letting it remotely get here. That was entirely my fault." He tells you, and you sigh.

"What did you even want in the first place?" You ask him, by now completely pulled from your mood anyways.

"Nothing. I actually don't remember it anymore." He chuckles a bit awkwardly. "Sorry for my bad timing. I'll leave you to it." Jungkook almost rushes out, before he hangs up.

And he doesn't know that for a good moment, you stare at your phone just as confused as he is.

What the hell was that?

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