Summary: Y/n has spent years avoiding the school bad boy. Trying to blend into the background so she doesn't become his next target. She has no desire to be one of his many conquests. But no amount of effort can spare her forever. Certainly not after walking in on him with two different girls in one day. He has his eyes set on her. And he won't stop until she is his.
[It's not the next part; but it's the first thing I've written in over a year. I was so excited, I just wanted to post what I worked on today!! I don't have any expectations with my writing. I just want to write again, even if only one person shows interest. I've missed Image Jk so very much!! It's wonderful to spend time in his world again!! I hope you enjoy this preview!! <3 ~ Kitten]
The moonlight spilled through the curtains, a light breeze flowing through them. It was an easygoing evening. Like so many you enjoyed now.
Soft fingers delicately swept over your back, then danced along your waist. A gentle kiss pressed into the skin of your shoulder; and you glanced to watch the way his lips lingered on your still feverish flesh.
"Are you still planing on getting up early?" he asked in a subdued way, a thickness lingering to the edges of it from the past hour's activities.
You glimsped his eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a curious sparkle to them.
Shifting slightly so you could face him better, you sighed in thought, questioning yourself on exactly why you needed to get up early on a Saturday. Jungkook had this way of making you second guess anything that required the, albiet brief, on most days, seperation between the two of you. University was still months away; but your job was in the present. And you did like working with your friends. But, Jungkook...
Raising yourself closer to him, you kissed him softly, yet fervently, before sighing against his mouth. It was a mix of satisfaction you tended to feel kissing him, or being in any physical contact with him for that matter. Yet it was tinged with a very mild frustration that you had to leave his side in the morning. On your usual day off.
"You know why I have to go in on my day off..." you gently prompted, your brows raising slightly. The hint of a smile curled his lips, a mirror of your own. His smile shook as it attempted to grow bigger; but he fought to supress it.
"Yeah. I know." The humor was barely there in his voice, but it was there.
Your fingers glided over the hairline near the side of his forehead, down towards his ear as you affectionately moved his hair away from his eye.
"I'd love to stay in bed all day with you."
His smile broke out into a huge, goofy, Jungkook grin, his musical laughter, quiet but ever beautiful.
"Hey, that's my line." he joked, lightly, teasingly pinching the soft skin of your side. You squealed in a hushed way and his laughter got louder, your own melting in to join his.
Jungkook tilted his head to kiss you deeply, though brief.
"If you promise to spend extra long in bed, in my arms next weekend, I'll let it slide that you have to leave so early in the morning this weekend."
"Oh?" you teasingly replied, "Even though it couldn't be helped?"
He made a face and then rolled his eyes.
"I love him like a brother, and understand why. But I'm annoyed he caused you to work on one of our days." His annoyance trickled into a pout by the end of his sentence, his lower lip increasingly tempting. So you went with it and gently pecked the plumpest part of it.
"I promise extra time next weekend." you murmured, "Happy...?"
His lashes fluttered a moment, before his now slightly surprised expression turned into a bright, eager one.
"Very!"
This kiss was longer, exhuberant; and it melted into something more.
[This is not edited, please be gentle!! I love writing again; it feels so lovely to be back at it!! Woohooooo!!]
Summary: Now that things were official with Jungkook, life was definitely looking up again. And another weekend spent at Jin's brought with it a few surprises.
Warnings: Language, Smut; light fingering, oral (m/f recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!); mild, brief mention of heavier topics.
"Pass the sugar, please." Hoseok asked as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
Everyone was seated around the breakfast area like usual. Except Namjoon. Apparently he had a lecture out of town and would be gone for a few days.
Yoongi silently handed the sugar over, but his gaze was on Jungkook. Well, both of you. He tried to be subtle about it, unintrusive...but he couldn't seem to stop watching the two of you with this funny little smile. It was obvious that he was pleased at how things had turned out for Jungkook. The warmth in his gaze and the sweetness at his lips was evidence of this enough. But you could almost feel how happy it made him that you were sitting across from him, right next to Jungkook, like he thought you belonged there. Well...you suppose you do.
Now that both of you have ackowledged with each other your feelings, and started an official relationship - and he'd declared your relationship to everyone just half an hour ago while pinning Taehyung to the floor for teasing him about things - everything shifted once again. It was more than accepted by your new family. It was quietly celebrated, in the most domestic of ways. Everything feeling like it just was.
Taehyung, of course, sat dutifully at your other side. Apparently he'd meant it about viewing you as a sister, despite teasing Jungkook by flirting with you on occassion. This was something Jungkook was still struggling with. He adores Tae, of course; but he made it clear he wasn't thrilled at the attention from time to time. You chalked it up to his insecurities and subtly reasured him with brushes of your hand on some part of him. Or like now, Taehyung's boxy smile aimed at you for the umpteenth time this morning; you felt Jungkook's body tense the tiniest degree, felt more than heard his silent sigh, and you leaned a little more into his side. He acknowledged this by pressing you in a little with the arm draped around your shoulder.
"So..." Jin started, trying to sound casual, but failed miserably. Yoongi jabbed him gently in the side, and a resulting windsheild laugh of nervousness emmitted out of him. "Let's get to the point, now that everyone has gotten something in their bellies."
Jimin dutifully set his utensils down to fucus on Jin more. Hoseok nodded as he poured his cream and stired it, sucking jam off of his other thumb. Yoongi rolled his eyes, but his smile eased into a slightly bigger grin. You thought you were the only one confused, until you looked up at Taehyung's wide eyed expression, and the way he froze mid motion as he'd started to spread strawberry jam onto his toast. Jungkook appeared unsure, but like he might know where this could be headed, a new kind of tension rising in him.
"We're all aware enough of the situation. Y/n," he addressed you, to your surprise, "and we want you to know that you're welcome to stay here as long as you want. We know the situation at home is..." Jin paused as his gaze fell to the way Jungkook was pulverizing the toast in his fist. "Anyway..." he quickly skipped over the unpleasant part of the situation, "you know you always have a home here with us."
"Especially when you're Jungkookie's girlfriend and we all know you're fucking." Hoseok muttered a little too loud, enough that Jimin heard on the other side of Tae and chuckled. Taehyung let out a scandalized gasp at the exact same time that Jungkook dropped his fork and reached out towards Hobi.
"Enough teasing for today, let them rest." Yoongi chastised Hobi in a kind way. Jungkook scooped his fork back up and let it go, Hoseok quiety apologized to him, and that was that. Excpet for the fact that Jungkook's body leaned more into yours, his hand moving into the dip above your hip in search of some form of comfort. Or maybe it was to remind himself to keep it together?
"I appreciate it. I think...I think it would be much more...healthy, for me to stay..." you were going to say 'stay somewhere that's not with my so called parents, but Jungkook was holding his breath, "here for a while. Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Both Jin and Yoongi said at the same time, both beaming at you. Then they turned there softening expressions on their youngest brother.
"I would, however, like to go get some things. I left in such a hurry, I barely grabbed a few things to take with me."
Jungkook made a choking sound as he tried to control his emotions on this topic, and Taehyung reached around you to pat him on the back.
"Sure, of course. Bring whatever you would like." Seokjin generously agreed.
"You cannot be serious?" At first you panicked, thinking Jungkook wasn't thrilled to have you around all the time. But then his jaw flexed and he tried to relax. "I don't want her to go alone. Got it? No matter when you go, Y/n, make sure there is at least two of us with you. Even if I'm...busy..." he choked the word out, looking like he wanted to throw it up. You had a feeling he could never be too busy to accompany you back to get the rest if your things.
"We'll all be sure. She won't go alone, promise." Yoongi assured him in a solemn tone.
Jungkook further relaxed, but it was obvious this still bothered him, you going back there. You stretched to give him a comforting kiss on his neck, and to your utter shock, he made the softest, most endearing little noise. You must have caught him by surprise as well. Instantly he turned flustered, his ears reddening by the second as his older brothers all exchanged various looks and then burst out laughing.
"You'd think he was some sexually innocent and inexperienced guy by his reactions!" Hoseok howled, Jimin laughing so hard you couldn't make out what he added or replied with. Yoongi tried to glare at them both, but failed before he smiled affectionately at his coffee mug.
"Well it IS his first real girlfriend..." Even Jin joined in this time, his windshield laughter as raucous as the rest.
"Shut up." Jungkook pathetically muttered, a deep pout at his pretty lips.
You comforted him in a different way this time, hugging him around his middle. His hand slid down to grip reassuringly at your thigh and Taehyung swatted at him playfully.
"You'd better treat my innocent little sister well, and with respect."
Jungkook swatted back at him, just as playful.
"I'll do whatever she wants, and treat her however she wants." The false threat in his voice was far more soft and loving than you thought he intended as he smoothed the back of your hair with his hand, and it was your turn to fend off a blush.
"Besides, that ship's sailed, am I right, Y/n?" Hoseok added, winking at you after.
"Watch it, you're really asking for it this morning..." Yoongi warned.
This time you couldn't contain the flush beneath your cheeks; they all knew you and Jungkook have been fucking for months in this very house.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, in order to not pumil you in defence of my Y/n's honor." Jungkook was at ease, teasing, and happy.
Later, you were lounging across Jungkook's bed...well, techincally it was now yours as well. Jungkook was catching up on the school work he needed to catch up on, and you were mildly bored.
The soft rustle of another page being turned came from his desk. Glancing over, his form was studious, hunkering down to do his best. You didn't dare tell him how you were on the bored side, as to not distract him. And that's also why, when he stretched to fend off the stiffness of sitting there at that desk much of the day, you didn't tell him what ran through your mind. You bit into your lip and suppressed the urge to go over and slide your hands down his sides and tease your fingers around his tiny waist. It was all you could do to not go to him and press kisses down his neck, or sneak your hand places that would definitely distract him.
A somewhat heavy sigh fell from his lips and you bit harder into your own lip as he leaned back against the backrest of his desk chair, hands going to the back of his neck, arms stretched out, the sleeves of his t-shirt slipping a little, giving that much better view of the back of his muscular arms.
"Y/n..." he said in a way that both sounded pathetic, and minutely aggravated.
"Yes, Jungkook?" you immediately replied, hoping he wasn't getting annoyed at you being there. He'd seemed to fair better whenever you were there with him. Like some sort of comfort as you silently cheered him on. Or something like that. But what if that was wearing thin?
"You keep doing that. Are you too bored, do you need to go hang out with Tae, or one of the other guys?" His tone turned understanding, probably aware how boring it could be to lounge while waiting for someone.
Blinking in astoniushment, your mouth formed a tiny 'o'. Had you said something out loud after all?
"I'm sorry, Jungkook, do you want me to leave you to study in peace?"
He exhaled roughly as he rubbed his hands over his face, his pencil clattering onto his desk.
"No, I don't want that at all. But you keep sighing like that, and it's..." He shook his head as if it could displace some thought.
"Bothering you?" you filled in, sheepish.
He scoffed and shook his head again, this time in disbelief, muttering "bothering?"
You slowly sat up, readying yourself to see what Tae was up to, but Jungkook picked his pencil back up and started scratching it across his catch up work.
"You're not bothering me like you think. Just relax and I'll take another break soon."
You nodded silently, obiediantly relaxing into a more comfortable position, lounging back on your hands, so you could watch him better.
He hummed as he wrote something else down and then stiffened.
"Y/n..." he half warned, half whined.
"What, what, what I do?" you sputtered in concern.
"Every time you sigh like that, it makes me think of having sex with you. It sounds like that's what you're thinking of, even though I'm sure it's out of bore-"
"I AM thinking about sex." you blurted, wincing a moment later, once you realized what you'd done. You didn't want to be a distraction to him.
He stilled, his whole body on alert as he thought about what you'd just admitted.
"You...you are...?"
"How can I not, Kookie?" you let the words drip from your mouth with seductive poutiness, unable to help yourself when you could read the signs so easily now of when he was fastly getting turned on. "How can I not, when you look so hot studying." At the emphasis of the word hot, his breathing started to pick up a little. "And when you stretch or make any sound and all I wanna do is go over there and MAKE you take a break. To kiss and suck on your neck and run my hands down you-" The sound of his pencil snapping in half stoped you in your verbal tracks. The next moment, the pieces of it clattered to the desk and he was spinning in his chair to launch himself over to the bed.
He was over you before you had time to fully proccess it all, but there he was. Kneeling on either side of your legs, leaning the tiniest bit over you, his intense gaze glued to your eyes.
"Y/n." And there it was...the tone he often used when he wanted to fuck you into the mattress. Or against a wall...It wasn't totally different nor similar to the one he'd used that very first day, on this very bed, when he'd warned you about pushing him in order for him to maintain full control and take things slow.
He watched as the memory filled your mind, and he must have known it was something sexual. But perhaps his mind was going to that memory as well.
His lips crashed against yours, his body leaning more over your form. One hand gripped onto your hip, the other braced himself.
"I want you so bad." he groaned against your lips.
You decided he needed this break as much as you needed to get your hands on him after waiting so long today. So you gripped onto his waist, and then yanked him down on top of your body. The moment his body collided with yours, he was pressing into it with need, his whole form pressed to any part of you he could. He whimpered into the kiss, and it wasn't a leap to know he'd been needing this after denying yourselves all day. It was for a worthy cause; but you needed his touch so much. And clearly he needed yours.
It was easy to fall into a pattern or sorts. The two of you found your rhythum, and it didn't take long until clothes were starting to dot the room as he flung them out of his way, and yours.
His smooth, overheated skin was a comfort, and touching as much of it as you could was already like some form of release. Oh how much you needed to feel his skin with yours. He seemed in the same mindset, touching every part of you he could as he peppered your neck and upper chest with sloppy, deep, wet kisses.
"Try to be quiet. I don't want them teasing about this." he spoke against your skin. "I need to know we can have sex while someone is in the house. There's no fucking way I can wait for the times we're entirely alone." He punctuated that last sentiment by rolling his hips slowly, but with more pressure.
You made a noise of agreement in the back of your throat, pulling his pelvis deeper against yours while simultaneously gridding up against his hardening cock. He bucked in response, groaning softly. The sound he made was too beautiful, too erotic. You needed to make him do that again. It was easy, you knew what got him going best. But the second time he was much louder, and he grabbed your hands gently and pulled it away from him while he leaned back slightly.
"I meant it. We need to be quiet." The words were stern, but the tone was gentle. As was his gaze. He really wanted to make this work.
"Unlike the first night I stayed here with the other boys in the house...?" you teasingly challenged, raising your eyebrow in anticipation of his reaction.
"That. Well. That was..." he floundered around, his gaze cast to the side, ears and cheeks subtly flushing red. "You see, Y/n..." How cute he became when he was embarassed.
"You WANTED to be overheard, by Jimin especially, for him to know how good you make me feel so that he would back down." A look of surprise pushed his eyebrows upward. He looked like he'd gotten caught at something and wasn't sure what to do as he stared down into your eyes. Cupping his cheek with one hand, you caressed your thumb on his cheekbone. "He was pushing you, you know? To get you to admit what was going on between us."
"I know..." he muttered, looking away again as the embarrassment that had remained grew. There was an almost rueful edge to the way he stared off to no where in particular.
You pecked his jawline and he sighed out his frustration at his friend.
"He coulda gone about it in another way..."
"It's Jimin, he's a notorious flirt. How else would he think of getting you riled up enough to admit things...?"
"Tae didn't help..." He was pouting now.
"Actually...Baby, I think he did...You did snap this morning and chase him around the living room until you caught him..."
He groaned in mild frustration, the noise sounding pathetic in the cutest way, as he rested his head against your chest for comfort. Instinctually, you wove your fingers into the base of his hair and gently rubbed comfortingly at the back of his neck.
"Have I ever told you how adorable I find you? How utterly, devastatingly attractive you are to me...? How much I love you and your beautiful heart?"
He hoisted his head from your chest and blinked at you, stunned, though clearly happy about the words coming out of your mouth.
"Not in so many words, but it's great to hear them..." His smile started small, almost shy, but it built into one of your special smiles. One of the ones he only gave around you or his brothers of friends.
"....Jungkook...?"
"Hmm...?"
"Shall we try being quiet now..." All you wanted to do in the moment was to express to him how much you love him. He quickly got on the same page as you, the corner of his smile curling up into a small smirk. Then his lips met yours again, much more gentle than minutes ago, but every bit as passionate.
"Yes, please." he breathed in answer.
Again, things felt different. Even in how he moved over you, the way his body pressed gently yet fervently into yours as he kissed you. This kiss was slow building, soft in a way you've never felt before. Not even from Jungkook. His touch was gentle as his hands roamed slowly around your body; almost like he was redescovering it. Your hands wandered his body in a similar way, caressing, rubbing, gripping with as much gentle passion and rediscovery.
His warm lips traveled from yours to trail down your jaw, to your neck, and continued down over your chest as his fingers dipped beneath your panties to carefully remove them as he kissed his way down your body. When he had your panties out of his way, thrown towards the rest of your clothes, he carressed deeply at the outside of your thigh and hip, and let out a soft but erotic moan of appreciation at the sight. His lips parted a bit, his loving gaze resting on your exposed pussy. A large hand caressed at your thigh again, before easing it more out of his way.
The way he pressed his lips into your folds was hard to describe. It was wonderful, every ounce of it filled with his love for you. It was only the one kiss, before his eyes rose up along your body to meet your gaze. Permission. Even after all this time. Even after making things official. He was still asking for permission. And something about that made it feel all the more amazing. Made you feel all the more loved.
It was natural as breathing to reach your fingers towards the softness of his hair, twining them into the locks at the back of his head. To urge him gently to continue. He did so with gratitude, another lovely moan falling from his lips into your pussy. The warm wetness of his tongue licked up through your folds, slow, as he savored the moment.
"Ah fuck." he half moaned, half whimpered, his voice sending wonderful shockwaves of pleasure through you. "I've missed the way you taste."
Shyly, you bit into your lip and flushed at the flattery. He really did like the way you taste on his tongue. Appreciative, you smoothed the back of his head and he sighed softly against you.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to bring you to the edge; but you stopped him just in time. The confused, hurt expression he had on his face as he sought your eyes for explaination made you feel a little bad for stopping him. But, you wanted HIM to cum. HE needed the break, the stress relief, way more than you.
As you sat up, he moved with you, questions in his eyes. That all evaporated the moment you straddled his thighs as he sat back, and you started kissing slowly, with intent, at his glistening lips, down his jawline, his neck. By the time you got to his chest, he was already a mess, knowing what you were doing, because your hands gave you away the moment you started brushing your fingers towards his erection. He knew you were going to kiss your way down to return the favor so to speak. And you were determined to finish getting him off.
"Naughty of you, thinking you could get away with pleasuring me and make me go back to studying." he teased, playfully chastizing. He cupped your chin and had you raise your chin towards the ceiling so he could better stare into your eyes. He tsked, doing that little head tilt thing you loved so much. "Baby, I don't cum if you don't cum. You know that..."
Flustered, you blinked up at him and he smiled a bunny smile before kissing all over your face.
"I want," kiss, "you to cum," kiss, "with me." He kissed you on the lips now, and eased you back onto your back. This time he smoothed your thighs as he spread them wider, and gently placed weight on them, just enough to be used as a reminder that he wanted and needed you to get off with him.
He rocked his pelvis into yours and you both struggled to stay quiet. Jungkook started grinding against you, returning his lips to your neck and chest.
"Don't think I won't get my way later and eat you out good. I've been without all of this, and I'm going to be even more insatiable for the time being..."
You groaned, liking the sound of that, your back arching you into his mouth as he purposfully slotted his erection between your folds.
"Junkook have your way, just fuck me already." you moaned the plea as you gripped onto his hips, pulling him even closer. "Please! I've been without, too, remember? I need you, too."
He groaned into your heated flesh as his weight gave at the words you said. Ever turned on by the things you say and how your body reacts to his.
"Whatever you want." he murmured, his lips brushing along your skin.
It was pure bliss having him slowly fill you up again. It felt different than last night, he was much more tender. If that was even possible. The kisses he gave you were soft and passionate, and they never ceased; even as he rocked his erection into you, over and over.
This was the farthest from fucking he's ever gotten. This was definitely not anything like fucking. This was love making.
Jungkook was content with this for a while, and you enjoyed every second as well. At some point, the motion of his hips turned more desperate, his moans increasing as his hips started to pull back just a little. Enough to begin thrusting harder for a few seconds. And then, as your fingers slipped up into his hair, he let out a desperate sound, his pelvis bucking once, before he was thrusting deeper and harder.
With each deep thrust, he let out the softest grunts, occassionally peppering your skin with delicate kisses. His hands held your hips, thighs, waist, traveling where they pleased from time to time as he contined his slow, but empassioned pace. He wasn't in this alone, your pelvis moved in perfect harmony with his; and you knew he loved the way you eventually tightened your limbs around him to hold on as he sought both your orgasms. His long, appreciative groan further backed up what you already knew. He loved when you did things like this. Your fingers twined back up into his hair, and you held him even closer. He didn't all out fuck you like this, but neither of you minded. You both wanted it like this today.
Jungkook was again content to mostly stay sheltered in your warm wetness, rolling his pelvis into yours so that he was more so grinding his erection in you now, than thrusting. He made the softest sounds yet, getting lost in these sensations, the feeling of love and acceptance. And so did you. The way you rocked to meet his motions, the way you tilted his face so you could kiss him long and deep and full of recipricated love...it was all simply perfect and heavenly.
Eventually the drive to release grew enough for him to reposition so that he could thrust better. His lips never left yours, though. He kissed you slowly as one hand left your body so that he could shift into a better position. Then, like always, you eagerly widened your thighs in anticipation and he briefly collapsed onto you as he let out a deeply appreciative moan. Again he didn't say it, he didn't need to. The way he kissed you became more messy, the focus on the sensations more than the actual kissing as he thrust faster and harder. Soon you both were struggling to remain quiet as he hit that spot in you that you both loved the most.
All it took was a few swirls of his thumb on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. You moaned his name and he swallowed it with another kiss, his hips eager to bring him his own orgasm so he could join you in your bliss. A few more stuttered thrusts and his body tensed beautifully.
"I love you." he moaned in a wonderfully strained way as he came.
The way this made you feel was indescribable.
"I love you, too." you replied, smoothing hair from his face as he rested it into your neck.
"I mean it, Y/n...I'll love you for the rest of my life." He cealed this promise with a kiss under your jaw.
The warmth and love overflowing within you could burst out of you at any moment. Jungkook loved you wholeheartedly, and basically declared he would love you always. And maybe that meant....Maybe your silly little dream wasn't impossible after all.
Wanting him to understand as fully as he declared himself, knowing his struggles with thinking of himself as unlovable and unworthy, you eased his head off of your shoulder and shifted so that you could capture his face with your hand. You wanted him to see these words in your eyes, feel them from your heart to his.
"I'll love you forever."
The brilliance that shot through his eyes and burst through his entire being was almost hard to fathom. The next thing you knew, you were wound tightly within his arms, pressed against him, his face against your hair on the top of your head. He had rolled the two of you carefully so that he was on his back, and you were circled in his arms.
Nothing else needed to be said. You both knew this was going to last. Knew you were safe and at home in each others arms.
The two of you stayed that way for a while, until you smoothed his side affectionately with your hand.
"Kookie, you should get a snack and hydrate, and then get right back to studying."
He sighed heavily, but you could tell he agreed, despite it being obvious he'd much rather spend the rest of the day like this.
"Alright, let's go."
He helped you sit up, jumped up and rushed around the room, scooping up the pieces of your clothes to hand them to you. He waited until you were fully dressed before he dressed himself, and then he hoisted you from the bed, only to set you gently on your feet.
"Don't forget...I'll get the better snack later..." he winked at you salaciously and then chuckled at your stunned expression. Then he tugged at your hand and led you to the stairs.
Taehyung's cheerful voice floated up to you as you decended the stairs. It seemed like Jimin retorted something, bellow the volume your ears could pick up on; but whatever he said had Hoseok snickering.
By the time Hoseok had stopped, your feet were touching down on the bottom steps. As soon as they noticed, all three of them looked right at the two of you, your hand still in Jungkook's, and you just knew they knew something had happened upstairs. Taehyung aimed an accusitory look at Jungkook, a slight pout to his down turned lips. Hoseok, who was already smirking before he saw you on the stairs, glanced between the two of you, his smirk growing; even as his eyes landed on the way Jungkook's hand was holding yours, and leaned in to whisper something to Jimin. Whatever he said made Jimin laugh in delight, though the way it sounded more than hinted at it being something of a sexual nature. Your eyes shot up to Jungkook, worrying that he might take this the way he tended to; but it didn't seem to faze him as much as you thought it might. He appeared about as casual as he had been moments earlier.
"We're taking a snack break, want anything?" he asked his friends as he strolled towards the kitchen.
"I'll get them!" Taehyung eagerly offered, happily popping up from the couch to bound over to the kitchen. He swung the door open, entering the kitchen with bright, bouncy movements.
Jungkook shrugged and turned instead to lead you towards the couch.
Jimin and Hoseok eyed the two of you and then looked at each other with meaning as you sat down and settled into the couch.
For Jungkook's part, he either didn't notice their exchanged smirks and knowing looks, or he chose to ignore them.
Jimin and Hoseok behaved themselves for the time being, and you setted in next to Jungkook. Jin exited the kitchen, Taehyung on his heels, still bouncing, and joined the gathering group in the living room. Jin sat next to you and Taehyung briefly pouted, then shrugged and sat next to Jimin. Jin handed a plate of snacks to you, and indicated it was to share between you and Jungkook. Yoongi walked into the room, on the phone with Namjoon, and sat on the other side of Taehyung, responding minimally to whatever Namjoon was saying.
"Let's watch a movie." Jimin suggested, and everyone was in agreement, even Yoongi turned his head to nod his interest in a movie.
He must have had one in mind already, because he went right to a movie and started playing it. Yoongi gave Jimin a look and then pressed the phone closer to his ear. Jimin gave him a small apologetic smile and Yoongi shrugged as he smiled back at him affectionately.
When the movie was done, Yoongi turned the tv off and squared his shoulders as a peculiar expression settled over his features.
"Jungkook," he started in a serious tone. Jungkook immediately looked over at him and waited for what he would say next. "We're all proud of you for working so hard to get back in school and graduate." Everyone nodded at Jungkook, gazing fondly at him. "And. Taking breaks can be a good thing. However, I think this break has been long enough. You have a lot to catch up on before school Monday morning. You said you wanted to get as much done as possible so you don't fall too far behind, and that it would be better than taking too much time out during the following weeks to finish it all. So I'm reminding you of that."
"Yes, Jungkookie, why don't you go back upstairs and study some more?" Hoseok encouraged, giving a gentle smile.
"If you buckle down until dinner, I'll make one of your favorite desserts." Seokjin encouraged in his own way.
Jungkook perked up to this; then his eyes darted towards you and away. For a brief moment, his mouth turned down and he looked unsure.
"Y/n will be ok. You know we'll entertain her." Yoongi reassured.
Jungkook's lips formed a small pout, even as he nodded. Taehyung and Jimin jumped up to pick a game to play, all the while discussing what you might enjoy. Yoongi turned to Seokjin to discuss dinner, and dessert. Hoseok pretended to busy himself with his phone. So you took the opertunity to catch Jungkook's elbow as he made to stand. He paused, waiting, his eyes curious as he gazed at you. Leaning in, you brushed the shell of his ear with your lips and enjoyed the way he shivered.
"If you do as your brothers say and study hard until dinner, I'll reward you in my own way tonight." you murmured, and when you said the word 'my', you emphasized it by subtly sliding your hand on the side of his thigh. Enough to make a point, while being discrete about it. For all anyone else who could have seen this exchange might think, it could appear as if you were comforting him. But he let out the quietest, most lovely little whimper.
As you pulled away to let him get up, his eyes met yours and he followed them as you settled back into the couch. Something in his eyes told you this had the biggest impact on him studying dutifully for the next few hours.
While Jungkook was preoccupied with his studies upstairs, Taehyung and Jimin did all they could to keep you preoccupied in their own way. At first you weren't sure why. But then at one point, Jimin sidled up next to you.
"I know you want to be there with him. But he can't have any distractions until he gets more done. He needed the stress relief, and I encourage that in any form, especially sexual release." He bit into his lip, his expression hesitant. Like he didn't like having to say this, but thought it best. "The thing is, it lead to him taking a couple extra hours then he should have. I know you didn't intend for that. I'm just saying this so that you can help keep him on track. You have more influence over him than even any of us now."
"I didn't mean for the hours watching the movie." He started to comfort you as you looked dejectedly at your hands, shaking his head to show he didn't blame you for anything. "I thought we'd get a snack and go right back upstairs. I agree, he can't afford distractions. I'll do what I can to make sure he stays on track and gets all his catch up work done. I'll do the same for his homework. I'll make sure we both study and then whatever time is left..."
Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively when you left off, and you slapped at his arm. To which he laughed heartily.
"That's not what I was implying!" You tilted your head, "Although..." you both chuckled and Taehyung returned to the conversation.
"It's fun whenever you do something couple-ie and he reacts strongly. Like when he nearly assended earlier when you kissed on his neck." Tae, who had been focused on picking out the next game with the controller - or so you thought - finished deciding on a game as he spoke. And it was obvious that it wasn't just fun that was the reason he liked those things. It was in his warm smile. It made him happy that Jungkook was happy. All of them felt that way. It was obvious.
"I do those things in the moment." you sheepishly replied.
"Well, keep it up. He's adorable and hilarious when he reacts to you."
You ruffled his hair, exchanging a soft smile with him.
A while later, Seokjin left the kitchen and made his way to the bottom of the stairs.
"Jungkookie, dinner is almost ready." he called up to him. He turned and paused to tilt his head towards the kitchen, silently including the three of you to the call for dinner.
The three of you stood to make your way to the kitchen, and Taehyung and Jimin started ahead of you. You wanted to wait for Jungkook.
A few minutes later, Jungkook came galoping nonchalantly down the stairs, looking at ease, but still preoccupied in thought. He bounded right over to you, and moments before he reached you, a brilliant smile burst into place on his face as his arms swung wide to throw them around your form.
"Love you." he murmered, gently squeezing you a little tighter a moment later.
You replied with a kiss to his cheek instead of words, and his eyes sparkled as he gathered as much. He let go only to ease his hand into yours, and you lead him to go eat dinner.
It was during dinner that Seokjin seemed to be studying you closer. It was hard to guess what his expression meant, but he seemed displeased with something. Had you done something wrong without knowing?
"Y/n, you've lost a lot of weight since the last weekend you spent here at home."
"Uhm...yeah..." you replied, fidgeting anxiously at his notice of this. Jungkook paused, fork midway to his mouth, and from the corner of your eye you could see him taking a nervous glance at you.
"The two of you, honestly." Yoongi said. "Losing weight over missing the other and being that distraught." It was obvious Yoongi didn't like that either of you had gone through so much since that day Jungkook had left you in the hall, devastated and broken. But you felt more whole now than you ever did in your entire life. That was thanks to this family. Your new family.
It was Jungkook's turn to fidget about anxiously. He knew it was more than about missing him. It was in his eyes when you glanced over at him. He was seeing the window nailed shut, the locks on the wrong side of the door. And when you nervously swept your gaze around to each of your friends, it was clear he hadn't told them about these things. He hoisted his cup to his mouth and swalled the liquid hard. Somehow it seemed like he was trying to not scream.
"It's too bad you didn't know you were staying, you could've brought more with you." Seokjin commented, apparently unaware of Jungkook's current inner turmoil. Or maybe he was purposefully letting him be.
"You should let us know when you think would be a good time to go get your things." Yoongi suggested. Jungkook suddenly had a hard time breathing.
"My key was taken away, it must have been kept seperate from my car keys; it's not on the ring anymore." You spread some of your food around your plate, not wanting to look at anyone as you said all of this. "Well, technically...it's not my car. I was paying my parents for it when I had a job. They count it as not mine until I pay it off. Which isn't going to happen now." It was with sour realization that it came to mind now that you'd paid all that interest they'd charged you over the past couple of years, and it was for nothing. Because they would never let you have that car.
"Surely the title is in your name?" You could see it in Yoongi's expression, he was thinking of the legal ramifications. You shook your head and he sighed in defeat.
"I'll have to leave it there whenever I go get my things." Jungkook's fork clattered on his plate and the table. "I drive everywhere with Jungkook, anyway, so...it's not a big deal..." you cut your eyes over to Jungkook and he stared at you like 'that's not even the point', and you bit into your lip.
"Well, we will have at least three of us there, so one can ride over with you, the other can follow behind in another car."
"Is that enough, though?" Taehyung spoke up, suddenly more serious than you've ever seen him.
"Yeah," Jimin added, "now that she has to go back when they're home..." he cleared up, knowing as usual what Taehyung meant. They both gave a shiver, and you knew. They may not know everything Jungkook knows, but they know something of it. Seokjin and Yoongi exchanged a stress filled, charged expression, now gathering things were way worse for you when you lived there than they had guessed.
"Jungkook, are you sure it's wise for you to go over there with her?" Yoongi was obviously concerned at what his youngest friend could, and very well might do in that situation.
"If she goes, I go..." There was no budging him on this. Anyone could know just by looking at the set of his features. "I refuse to let her out of my sight the entire time; if not within close range so I can reach for her if I need to..." The dark, bleak tone of his voice and the cutting of his eyes silenced any further attempts to persuade him towards a different course.
Every single one of them took affect from this. Each of them with various expressions that said it all. They may not know details, but he was the only one that knew best what your 'home' life was like. And they trusted his assesment enough to be sickened now. No one touched their food for a long minute.
"We can plan it all out tomorrow." Yoongi was the first to speak, sounding like it was harder to do so than usual.
"I'll have to call to check when they'll let me pick things up..." You were not looking forward to that call.
Jungkook tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling, trying desperately to keep his cool.
"We can still plan things out later." Yoongi responded.
It was quiet for another moment, utensils half heartedly scrapping on the plates and bowls.
"I'll have to plan out more fattening meals; you really have gotten too much weight off of you, Y/n..." Jin casually said.
Protests rose up around the tabletop, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok all complaining about having to be extra careful with what they ate if Jin did that. Jungkook set his jaw and Hoseok noticed first.
"A few times a week trying to have better self control isn't too bad..." he amended. Jungkook relaxed and then that was that, the rest of dinner went peacefully, even cheerful again.
The next day, Yoongi sat with you to plan things out. Jungkook sat dutifuly beside you. There was no way he would be left out of this. And once it was done, the two of you took a walk outside in the backyard. It was now that you decided to tell him of your suspension. Better now than he find out right before school tomorrow.
"Jungkook...before you go back to school, there's something else you need to know..."
He stopped in his steps, waiting with apprehension for you to continue.
"I was suspended." you informed, biting into your lip a moment later. "So I can't be there with you your first three weeks back..."
"What?!” he exclaimed in surprised anger. “They suspended you, are you kidding?!”
“Jungkook, it’s ok. I did what I did and I should pay for it. I’m happy to accept this; it could have been worse.”
He had that ‘it’s not fair’ pout on his face, standing there as he stared at you. It bothered him more that you were suspended than the fact that it meant facing going back to school by himself for those weeks.
“Alright. I don’t like it, but...alright.” His eyes watched his boot toe at the grass as he tried to rein in his emotions.
“Don’t make a fuss about it at school, k?”
He gave you a look like ‘what else do you expect of me, who do you think i am’.
“I mean it Jungkook. You can’t do a single thing from here until after graduation. Or do you want to risk not graduating?“
“I still don’t like it.” he muttered, pout growing.
Wrapping him in a comforting hug, you pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek.
"Y/n," came Jimin's voice from behind you. Jungkook stiffened, something setting his features in that way he did when something made him upset, especially when it was something he deemed unfair. As you made a slow turn out from Jungkook, keeping one arm circled around his waist, you read the situation and understood enough about why Jungkook was reacting in this way. Jimin was holding one of Jungkook's books. "Jungkook should study now. Namjoon is back and he's been informed that you're staying. He asked me to help Jungkookie finish his catch up work." He gave you an apologetic look and you weren't sure what that was about, until he shuffled his feet, and then peered back over his shoulder at Namjoon walking out into the backyard, holding more books. "Jungkook will be unavailable until he gets the rest of his work done. Namjoon doesn't want to give them any reason to try to back out of letting him come back."
"That's right," Namjoon joined the conversation, now that he had finished talking with Jin, who was anxiously biting into his plush bottom lip as he watched the scene through the window, "I wouldn't want them to go back on their decision simply because you didn't finish what you needed to do. The tests they'll administer at school. But I think it's best to get everything else done before tomorrow morning."
"That's impossible." Jungkook nearly whined, looking more defeated than anything.
"Not if Jimin and I help you. We were both top of our classes, and it wasn't so long ago that it won't go fast for us to help you."
Jungkook hesitated there, his gaze slipping to your face. His hand gripped a touch tighter into your hip, unwilling to leave your side. From the expression on Namjoon's face, you knew he wasn't going to let you tag along. No matter how quiet you would be. He wanted zero distractions for Jungkook.
Gazing into Jungkook's eyes, you nodded encouragingly, letting him know you agreed this might be for the best. That you were ok with this. A heavy sigh pushed past his lips as he let his shoulders droop, his eyes rolling in frustration
"Fine. The sooner it gets done, the more time I have with Y/n."
Namjoon took on a guilty expression and Jungkook stilled. Alarmingly so. His jaw set, his eyes narrowed to slits as he stared his friend down. And then he suddenly stormed off without a word, snatching the book from Jimin, before purposefully knocking hard into Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon sighed and Jimin hopped over to give you a quick hug before hurrying after Jungkook. As Namjoon continued standing there, it was easy to gather there was something more he had to say.
"It's ok, just say it." you calmly nudged him, slipping your hands into your pockets.
He took a deep breath, staring at the ground a long beat before looking you straight in the eye.
"I know you and Jungkook do a lot of good for each other. But. I'm worried he will get easily distracted with you around." You opened your mouth to rebuff that, and he held up a finger to ask you to wait. "I've heard from Yoongi, and Jin, that you make sure he keeps at it. However, will that last each and every time he needs to get his homework done? And what's more...I'm equally, if not more so worried that he will be a distraction to you." This caught you by surprise. He was worried for you as well? "You'll have work to get done as well. While I suspect you'll buckle down while he's at school and you aren't, when you go back and have the same workload, I would like to ensure it gets done and you both study properly. So I'm insisting on myself or Jimin being present when the two of you study. To make sure it gets done. Once it's done, I don't give a fuck what you two decide to do in your free time. But I will not jeapordize either of your academics from now until you both graduate."
You were speechless. Namjoon cared so much, not only for Jungkook's graduation, but also yours. No one had ever cared in the way he was putting forth. It was all about appearances back 'home', and about not embarrassing them. But with Namjoon, it came from a real place of caring and respect for the academic world. After all...he was an occassional guest lecturer at different universities.
Something compelled you to do something neither of you expected. You took the few steps it took to get close enough, and you hugged him out of gratitude.
"Thank you." you fervently said.
He stood there, flustered, books braced on his side.
"Uh...you're welcome..." the end curved up like a question and you giggled, pulling back to smile up at him. He returned your smile with a warm one of his own.
"No one's cared for real. Well, except Jungkook, of course." His smile turned a touch sad, likely echoing your own, and patted you on the head with a sweet, soft touch.
"You're with real family now. We look out for and care for our own."
Your face lit up, feeling again the warmth and love and acceptance you always did while here at Jin's. At home, you amended the thought. Namjoon patted your head again and then turned to go back inside.
"With Jungkook preoccupied, you're all Tae's...sorry 'bout that." He didn't look apologetic at all. More like he found it a lovely thing, his affection for Tae evident as he gave the younger man a dimpled grin.
Taehyung had stealthed to the back door, leaning against the wall so he could peer out at you, a playful expression on his sweet face. And as soon as Namjoon turned to go back inside, he was already bouncing in anticipation. You had the feeling he had things he planned to coax you into doing while you waited for Jungkook to be free again. Which you appreciated grately. At least you wouldn't have a moment of boredom with Tae keeping you occupied.
As soon as Namjoon had mentioned his name, Tae's boxy smile lit up and his giggle bubbled over to you before his bouncing feet could move. He bounced his way over to you, hair flopping up and down cutely on his head. Sometimes it was easy to forget he concidered himself as versed as Jungkook in bed. How could someone so sweet and playful be that experienced? Jimin it was obvious. But with Tae?
"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!" Tae exclaimed in full throttle excitement as he bounded over to you. His arms swung around you before you could even open your mouth to reply.
"What, Taehyung?" you warmly inquired as response, wrapping your arms around him to hug him back. He chuckled and gave you a gentle squeeze before taking your face between his huge hands, squishing it affectionately.
"Want to take pictures with me? We can look for birds and flowers...Oh! And did you see what Jin and Namjoon planted?!"
And that was that, the whole rest of your Sunday was preoccupied with Taehyung and his distractions. Though your mind often wandered to Jungkook, somewhere in the house, studying, and probably pouting.
Yoongi was cooking dinner tonight, and you decided to help him, preparing the meal in comfortable silence. Well mostly. Taehyung had sprawled out in the living room to organize his newly taken pictures he'd printed out. Jimin had joined in shortly after, and knowing Jungkook was still studying hard made it hard for you to continue enjoying the sunshine of Taehyung's brightness. So you opted for Yoongi's more subtle, muted mood as he cooked. He'd instruct what he would like you to do, you'd do it with minimal questions needed to ask back to him. And overall, it remained steadily quiet and peaceful.
"He should be done soon." Yoongi calmly comforted you after you fifth sigh within a minute. Frankly you were growing impatient. Surely he was almost done? You sighed again and Yoongi chuckled.
"Hey, if it'll help...while he's at school, you could bum around with me at work? I'll even put you to work if you want? And of course Jin and I would make sure you get paid for any work you do."
Blinking over at him in astonishment, you felt both appreciative and curious. You've yet to learn exactly what type of work they do.
"It can be fun, flipping burgers and such." His soft smile curled up in amusement at your expression. "Didn't Jungkook tell you? I thought he had. He brought you by a few times."
It couldn't be...Could it..?
Yoongi's smile stretched, his endearing gummy smile on full display.
"The place he brought you to, with the best fries ever...That's Jin's place. We run it together. Hoseok works there, too. We all have put some time into the place." He turned back to his food, shrugging nonchalant, but you could tell this was a big deal, "I mean, it'll be good for you to work there, too, so all of us will have worked there at some point. It's kinda a family thing..."
They really did think of you as part of their put together family. Tears filled your eyes and then spilled over to run down your face.
"Awh, hey, don't go cryin on me now..." Yoongi said, flustered as he tried to not get overwhelmed with your sudden display of emotion. It was clear it affected him; he had that same gruff yet emotional look he had the other day, when he was trying to not show how much it affected him that you were back in Jungkook's life.
You nodded, and then gave your head a little shake to disperse your emotional response and smiled over at him. His gummy smile further warmed you, yet again, and he walked closer and pretended to busy himself with getting more of the veggies you'd been chopping. He stood there a moment and then nudged your arm with his.
"You should consider it, coming with me or Jin to work." He tried to catch your eye for a moment, but you feared you'd start crying all over again if you looked into his soft gaze. "You could bring your school work with you, or we could have you finish it here before one of us drives you there." He leaned closer so he could lower his volume near your ear, "We wouldn't want to upset and disappoint Namjoon by letting you fall behind. You're aware by now how serious he is about acedemics..."
You shared a quiet laugh and you nodded, returning to chopping more veggies.
"I am. And I can appreciate it."
Yoongi sighed and blinked at the veggies, but somehow it seemed he wasn't actually seeing them.
"It was tough. For a long time. With Jungkook. For all of us. In different and similar ways. The way he was bent on destroying himself. The way he thought nothing mattered except our little family, and in that he didn't care to keep up his grades. Namjoon and Jimin would have it out with him about it constantly." Yoongi gathered the veggies slowly, seeing his memories more than what was in front of him. "He was always finding his way into fights. Always coming home battered and bruised. Like it didn't feel right to him to not have them. Like he deserved them. Yet he thought he didn't deserve anything good." You could feel and appreciate the pain in his eyes, his voice. Could feel it deeply yourself. "Nothing we told him changed that. Nothing got him to focus on doing more than passing enough to graduate. Nothing seemed to affect him enough to change after that first year he came to live with us." He paused, something in the way he stood making it all the more stark in your mind. Your own body stilled, tensing, and it felt as if you knew how he felt in that moment, caring and worrying about Jungkook. He let out a tiny little half laugh, and then his eyes were suddenly staring right into yours. "Until you."
Suddenly it was hard to breath as the air hitched and caught in your lungs. Yoongi gave you a knowing smile, one that showed his appreciation around the edges.
"You might notice the changes in him. But I don't know if you realize just how much you've made things better for him. How big of an affect you've had on him. Sure, he still struggles with feelings of acceptance and deserving. But now that you're back. Now that you've made it undeniable how much you want him, love him. It's in his eyes. He's slowly accepting that he is worth your love, and ours. That he deserves so many good things. And for that, I am eternally endebted to you. Nothing has hurt me more in life than to watch him suffer as he has." He rubbed at the back of his neck, ruffling the hair at the back of his head a moment. "I wanted to say this. I wasn't sure how. And maybe he would get upset knowing I said anything about the time before you. But I wanted to express my gratitude in some way." He let out another little laugh. "I guess this was how."
You leaned into him and briefly rested your head on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you did find a way. And thank you, for taking care of him all these years. I am equally endebted to you." You nudged his arm in a similar way as he had done to you and his smile widened. "I guess that means it's evened out, then..."
Again you shared a laugh; and then a comotion coming from the living room interupted the moment.
"Y/n...!" Taehyung singsonged before pushing the door open to skip over to you, instantly wrapping his arms around you securely, plopping his chin onto your shoulder. "Jimin says I can't spend time with you tonight. Tell him he's mistaken. Tell him you'll spend more time with me?"
Yoongi cleared his throat and was suddenly facinated over the way the noodles bubbled in the boiling water.
"Kim Taehyung! Don't go trying to get Y/n to go along with you on this!" Jimin's voice hallered from the door, getting closer as he came to try to dislodge a by now very pouty and very clingy Tae.
"No, no! I won't let go! I want time with my little sister!"
"Taehyung...!" Jimin warned, his voice having a bit of a growl to it.
"What in the fuck is going on in here-awh fuck." Hoseok's voice reached you now. "Tae...are you pouting about what Jimin said?"
"No!", "Yes!" Taehyung and Jimin answered in opposing unison. Tae stuck his tongue out at Jimin, and Jimin stuck his out back at him.
"Let her be, Tae. You had her most of today. Way more than Jungkook got to spend with her."
"But-" he started to protest, pout growing, but then cut himself off as Namjoon entered the kitchen. By this point, he'd let go of you enough that you could turn around to see the scene unfold before you. But your mind was only on one thing. Jimin and Namjoon were here in the kitchen. Then did that mean...?
"I hope dinner is done soon; Jungkookie worked really hard. I've never seen him that focused." Namjoon commented in fondness.
"Yeah, because he wanted to get alone with Y/n." Jimin whispered to Hoseok, but not quietly enough, and Hoseok snickered. Taehyung pulled you subtly closer, that protective big brother look on his face. Yoongi and Namjoon rolled their eyes. And you...well you flushed.
"There's a little more time left, but, yeah, it's almost done. Better call the other two in." Yoongi replied, trying to act like nothing else had been said.
You tried to ignore it too, trying to supress the heat under your cheeks.
"Y/n!" called the most important and beautiful voice in your world. And nothing else mattered. It all faded away as Jungkook came bounding down the stairs, swung the door open so fast and hard it nearly clipped Hoseok, who had the fast thinking to jump out of the way just in time, and the next thing you knew Jungkook was pulling you into his arms, tight and loving against his body.
"Y/n." he repeated, like it was some sort of relief and reward.
Taehyung gave the two of you your space, silently dropping his hand from your back to slip away the second Jungkook had started to wrap you in his arms. Everyone else busied themselves, finding anything to focus on to give the two of you a private moment.
Your arms wound around his middle, and you pulled him even closer. His soft sigh tickled at your neck as he pushed his face into your hair.
"Are you done?" you gently asked him, and he sighed again, this time more heavy.
"I've got most of it done. I'll have extra school work the whole week." He pulled away enough to stare into your eyes, his fingers smoothing your hair. "It won't give us much time this week. But Namjoon promised he would allow some time together." His lashes fluttered, his mouth turning down a bit at some thought. "So long as my grades don't slip, and I get everything done." he added, before his eyes crinkled and his bunny smile made your heart nearly burst. How much you loved his smile.
"Well, then...I'll have to do my best to help in any way I can so that we can have that time." You rubbed comfortingly at his side and he nodded, looking down. "And, if it helps..." His eyes peered up through his lashes at you, a curious gleam in them. You maintained eye contact as you let your fingers trail along his hip bone, "We could have some...fun...as a reward." The smirk that curled your lips had his eyes closing tight. He groaned as if it was painful to think about, wanting this desperately.
"Y/n, teasing me and promising sexual gratification might encourage me, but I doubt Namjoon will approve." He nuzzled into your hair, purposefully brushing his lips bellow your ear. "So we'd better not tip him off." You felt his smirk against your skin, before his lips pressed passionately onto the spot bellow them.
"Alright, Kookie." you purred, and his body gave a little, his weight pressing into yours a moment. If calling him Jungkookie made him react strongly, this made him react even more.
"Baby, please." he pouted, pulling you tighter against him as he subconciously pressed his pelvis into you.
Namjoon started stepping closer, suspicion growing on his face.
"Later, Kookie." you reminded, the promise in your voice making a soft sound come from him. Quickly, before anything, or anyone, could stop you, you pressed a kiss into his neck and started to step away from him.
Grabbing his hand, you pulled him along with you as you joined your new family as they started to gather at the table. He followed easily, and kissed softly at the top of your head as he passed by you to sit down in his usual spot. It was Jimin sitting next to you this time. And you wondered why Taehyung hadn't claimed his usual spot next to you as he tended to do. Instead, he was on Jungkook's other side, smiling at him as Jungkook sat down next to him. The soft way he looked at him reminded you of the way Yoongi looked at him. Which reminded you of your conversation earlier. Would he ever let you in on what they knew? Though, then again, would you be willing to tell them, even Jungkook, of all that you've been through? Gazing at him, seeing that steady, warm gaze. You knew, someday the two of you would know everything about the other. But for now, it seemed you both were in silent agreement to just enjoy this time and peacefulness as you adjusted to this new life. And then...then you could share everything. Once enough distance had accumulated from those painful pasts.
"Jungkookie, will you have time to play this week?" Taehyung asked in a subdued voice, hopeful, but understanding of his anticipated response.
Jungkook glanced at you, then clapped Taehyung on the shoulder.
"I can try; but between school and Y/n, I'm not sure how much time I'll have left."
"Ok." was Taehyung's simple reply, having expected that answer. He didn't even pout, just went back to plating up the meal you'd helped Yoongi with earlier.
"After dinner," Namjoon started, and Jungkook sighed but gazed over at him respectfully; however, Namjoon's subtle smile grew into a full grin, "you're free to do whatever you want. You got more done than I anticipated, so I think you should rest before school tomorrow. Take it easy, and all that."
You patted proudly on Jungkook's thigh and the two of you shared a smile.
"Jimin," you called, turning to him, a giggle bubbling free at the sight of him with noodles dangling from his mouth down into his bowl.
"Huh?" his muffled reply nearly made you laugh harder.
"Could I ask that you help me, like you have Jungkook. The one class I struggle in, I hear you're really good at it."
The surprised, flattered expression on his face was made all the more endearing as he slurped up the noodels and chewed quickly.
"Yeah, sure! While I help Jungkook with it, I can help you, too."
Jungkook pressed a sudden but brief kiss into your cheek and you did a double take. That look in his eyes. The love and adoration, the pride, but also the desire. You knew what you needed to say next. But it was hard to open your mouth to say it.
"I think you'd better tutor me seperately..." you slowly spoke.
Everyone stopped, caught by surprise at you asking for time away from Jungkook when you were about to have another period of time without much of him.
"What..?" Jungkook clearly wanted to deny he'd heard you correctly.
"I don't understand...If he's taking the same class, then why don't you want-"
"I think we both would be too distracted." you broke in over Jimin, and he glanced around you at the way Jungkook was staring at you. You could feel it, his gaze boring into you as he tried to fathom why you would ask for such a thing.
"You're right." Jungkook further shocked everyone as he agreed to this. "I won't be able to help myself. Until I can get used to having you here all the time, and we settle into things; it'll be hard for me to focus or control myself." He paused in thought, pressing his lips into a line. "But I would like it if we can try, maybe next week? Having you near me also helps me. A reminder of what I have to look forward to."
"Whoa, we're eating here and you're talking about having sex with my sister?!" Taehyung exclaimed, nearly tipping his cup over as he reacted to what Jungkook had said.
"No," Jungkook shook his head, laughing that hushed little laugh he did, "I mean in the long term. Life after school. We only have months left as seniors. Then it's university for Y/n, and whatever I find to do. All I know is that wherever she goes, I go. And that's more than enough for me."
"Wait, hold on, why would you leave here?" Seokjin's anxious and whinny response shouldn't come as a surprise. "You both can do whatever and still live here..."
"I want Y/n to be able to choose whatever school she wants. And I'll be there with her, of course. She shouldn't be tied down to one place if she wants-"
"I think my chances are good at getting into the uni Namjoon occassionally lectures at, an hour from here?" You glanced at Namjoon to check and he nodded. "I already applied there, and had concidered it." Jungkook squirmed in his seat, clearly ruffled about something. "I think I would very much like it to stay here, at least for a few years. I've..." you bit hard into your lip as tears filled your eyes faster than you could have anticipated, "I've never had a real home. Or a real home life. I would very much like it," the emotion of it all broke your voice and everyone was holding their breath as your words started to sink in, "if we could stay here and have that."
Understanding swelled in Jungkook's eyes, his face grave but soft. He more than anyone could understand this.
"I didn't even think of it that way..."
You squeezed his thigh in reassurance and comfort, and he pulled you into his body with a loving side hug
"Of course you can have that." Seokjin assured, emotions threatening to surface.
"I was thinking of life together, just the two of us. I should have forseen you would want to live here a little longer."
You pressed into his side and then reached the short distance to peck him on the cheek.
"The holidays will be insane this year, I can already feel it!" Hoseok enthused in excitement.
"Oh! We should plan an epic Halloween party!" Taehyung joined in in a burst of exuberance so brilliant you wished you had some shades. "OH! And Christmas!" he wiggled excitedly in his seat, punching the air in tiny, cute movements. "We can spoil our sweet sister; no one try to stop me!" He pouted cutely, determination burning in his gaze as he eyed each of his brothers, lingering the longest on Jungkook and Seokjin and everyone laughed at his adorableness. Jungkook and Hoseok both rubbed affectionately at the back of his head, taking turns, and his sweet smile made your heart even more full.
"Ha!" Jimin suddenly exclaimed, looking plotfull. "Jungkook will finally have someone to kiss on New Years!"
"Ha! Hahahaha!" Hoseok joined in, both of them smirking at a straightfaced, unamused Jungkook.
"Wait, wait, wait..." you said, sitting up straighter in your seat. "Jungkook has had plenty of prospects, surely one of them was around on New Years for him to kiss...?" Jungkook shifted anxiously next to you, barely breathing, and as soon as Jimin and Hoseok started laughing you could practically sense the groan building within him.
It was Taehyung's turn to chuckle now, and you knew that chuckle well enough to brace yourself, Jungkook going too still beside you.
"Are you fucking kidding?! He's always been by himself. He sits there and mutters to himself, any time we try to set him up with someone, about what's the point if it doesn't mean anything."
"We always celebrate together. Until recently, that is." Jin directed a disdainful look right at Jimin then Hoseok and you guessed they had made other plans at some point.
"She was willing to suck me and fuck me the whole night! What was I supposed to do, say no?!" Jimin remarked, giving a look right back to Jin.
"I lost track of time!" Hoseok started defending himself as well. "She kept my attention longer than I thought she would; who knew she would wanna-"
"Alright, I will let it slide." Jin quickly interupted Hoseok, nervously laughing a moment later. "But this year, no excuses..."
"Like any of us will miss Y/n's firsts." Jimin snarked before hugging onto you. "OW!" he exclaimed a moment later, and you realized Jungkook had punched his shoulder as Jimin pulled away, rubbing at his arm.
"Watch it." Jungkook muttered.
"I didn't mean it like THAT!" Jimin replied, still rubbing at his arm.
"Watch it!" Both Jungkook and Taehyung warned in unison.
Jungkook eyed Taehyung, and Taehyung stared back, until he blinked and sheepishly went back to eating.
"What if they wanna be...alone...?" Hoseok wasn't done apparently, sitting there, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively with a dirty smirk on his face.
Jungkook stiffened.
"That's not out of the equation...but I do want to spend it overall with everyone..."
Everyone stopped again, Yoongi dropping his chopsticks, at the boldness they didn't expect from you, saying something like that.
"Baby." Jungkook turned to you, in disbelief and hope; the way he said it almost sounded like a koo. You blushed and blinked shyly at him. He wrapped you in his arms, and the soft way he stared at you... "you really are addicted to my cock, aren't you, Sweetheart..?"
Your jaw dropped, Yoongi dropped his chopsticks again, Seokjin gasped like a scandalized old lady, Namjoon sputtered on whatever he'd just put in his mouth to eat, and Hoseok and Jimin took exactly one beat before howling. Taehyung was sitting there, smug, but it seemed out of place. Or was it? He was too happy for Jungkook to think about you being like his sister at the moment, apparently.
Jungkook hadn't said anything that brazen, nor spasific; outside of that one certain night, months ago.
No one expected this, and no one could anticipate your next reaction, either. You tilted your chin upward and smirked right at him.
"You know it, Jungkookie." Jungkook smiled that special smile he had that was a mix of softness and love, and the sexual rampage that was shooting through his veins and flashed in his eyes.
"Right in front of my food..." Seokjin mumbled to himself.
Yoongi cleared his throat and pretended he didn't hear anything this time. Namjoon stared at Jungkook like his baby had grown up. Jimin and Hoseok howled again. And Tae..? He looked like the cat that got in the cream.
"Now that we are all made aware of just how much you're into each other sexually; can we please eat the rest of dinner in peace?" Seokjin commented.
There was a murmur of laughs, and then everyone went back to eating and talking like nothing happed, yet there was an undercurrent in the air. They were all thrilled that their Jungkookie was happy and well attended.
Jungkook had a soft but smug expression the rest of dinner. And as dessert was being consumed amidst cheery conversation, he leaned into your ear.
"My real dessert is tonight, don't forget."
It was your turn to drop something, your spoon quietly clattering. Jimin was the only one that noticed, and he did well by disregarding it. The only reaction he gave that indicated to you that he'd caught on enough to why you'd dropped it was the smug curl to his lips as he brought his beer up to take a deep sip.
After dinner, Jungkook caught your eye and tilted his head towards the stairs, indicating he wanted to go back upstairs. The two of you snuck away, climbing the stairs carefully as to not gain too much attention. Towards the top, and out of sight of everyone downstairs; he gave a love tap to your butt, and you both laughed quietly. He cirled you in his arms the moment you both were solidly on the second floor, and he tugged you along, until he let you go into your room first.
Jungkook plopped backwards onto the bed with a sigh of satisfaction, sprawling his arms out as he laid there with a soft smile on his handsome face. He remained there, not moving more than his eyes as he watched you kneel onto the bed and make your way closer. His eyes were filled with so many wonderful things as he stared up at you as you leaned in over him. Staring into his eyes, you smoothed hair off of his face, wanting to remember this moment forever as you memorized the soft expression he had. His hand caressed at the back of your thigh, lingering under the curve of your ass.
"How can I ever express the way you make me feel?" he murmured with near reverence.
"We can spend our lives trying to do just that to each other..." you suggested, then leaned down to peck him lovingly on his lips.
When you started to pull back, he lifted his head off of the bed to chase your lips, a hand quickly bringing your face back down to his. This kiss lingered, shifted. And it was palpable in the air; this was going to lead into more.
"I've waited all day." he said, then peppered slow, soft kisses on your lips. You made a sound of agreement to let him know you had been waiting, too, and then pressed your lips against his with a little more presure. He let you swing your leg over to slowly straddle him, kissing more and more passionately as you did. He sighed into your mouth as you lowered yourself onto his penis, his hands quickly smoothing up your thighs to grip at your hips to hold you in place.
As your lips wandered down his jaw and neck, he tipped his head back, angling it to give you better access. You spent a good amount of time kissing and sucking on his neck, his collarbones, until you'd had enough for the time being. Your hands snaked up his shirt, caressing and touching along his chest and abdomen as you kissed your way back up to his parted lips. His own hands slipped up under your shirt to glide them up and down your sides. When your lips met his again, he sighed, his fingertips gently gripping with intent into your sides to pull you deeper into the kiss.
Tired of the shirt being in your way, you eased it up along his upper body, and it took only a second for him to get what you wanted. Jungkook sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head, and his hair, longer than it already had been when you started fucking months ago, fell over his eyes in a beautiful mess. The sight of his hair over his eyes, the way his gaze met yours through the curtain of hair, the way his lips parted so erotically. It was quite the sight, and it made a huge impact on you.
You crashed your lips to his and he pulled you closer, kissing you deeply. But it didn't last, his hands were tugging at your shirt as he whimpered in frustration over it blocking him from touching you the way he wanted. He pulled back and you let him pull your shirt over your head. But he wasn't done undressing you. Oh no. He pulled you into another kiss as he laid back on the bed, and then carefully rolled you over onto your back so he could hover above you. He kissed you deeply again, slotting himself between your thighs. His tongue slipped out to lightly lap at your bottom lip, asking for more. Instantly you let him deepen the kiss, your fingers gripping onto his hip bones to pull him tighter into your pelvis. He gave an appreciative groan, and then gave you a good grind to further show his appreciation.
Things seemed to slow, Jungkook wanting to savor this as much as you. While he continuously ground his pelvis into yours; your hands explored his back, fingers occassionally slipping up into the back of his hair. And even though he took his time with this, it didn't take long before his lips and tongue moved down your body. He licked and sucked his way down your neck, stopping to take some time to give attention to both your breasts. Then his fingers started working on getting your pants off, and his mouth moved lower as he eased them off of you.
Eventually, he had you completely naked before him, leaning back to admire your body bared to him. But now you weren't having it. Why should he have all the fun?
You sat up and ran a hand down the middle of his chest, all the way to the top of his pants. He got what you implied, but this time didn't ablige so easily. His hand came to gently stop you, but you slid your other hand up his thigh.
"Sweetheart..." he softly warned.
Defiantly, you gently cupped his package and rubbed at it through his pants. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he stared at you with half lidded desire. He didn't stop you this time, so you eagerly slipped your hand into his pants to palm at his semi hard on. His head kicked back, his mouth dropping open as he let out an erotic moan. It was easy then to finish undressing him, he watched with lust filled eyes until you were done. But the second you were, he tried to ease you onto your back again.
Your hands haulted his advance and he stared at you, waiting. You wanted to show him your appreciation. He might have wanted to eat you out tonight, but he wasn't about to be left out in recieving such a pleasure. His breathing picked up as you lowered him and it was obvious he thought you were going to ride him. He eagerly laid back reaching to help you onto his body. Only to stare in confussion as you smirked down at him.
He waited, breathing hard, as you got between his legs; and somehow, he still didn't realize what you wanted to do. Caressing at his thighs, teasingly brushing the sides of his balls with your thumbs, running your fingers along his growing erection, you teased and got him ready. All the while enjoying every sound he emmitted. His eyes never left you, watching you work his cock slowly.
"Baby, Come here so I can touch you, too."
He made a whiny sound when you shook your head and continued. He opened his mouth to say something but it cut off beautifully as you bent down to wrap your lips around the tip of his dick and give it a few slow kitten licks. He slumped onto the bed, falling back with a soft, desperate moan.
"Sweetheart, why are you doing this right now? You know I wanna taste you on my tongue." His fingers carded into his hair, his hips bucking as you slowly took in more of his hard cock into your mouth. He let out a desperate, beautiful moan, and then tangled his fingers into your hair as you pulled back to softly suck at the tip. "That feels so good." he groaned, then licked thickly at his lips as he watched you.
That was about all you got of tasting him like this, because after a few seconds, he suddenly sat up, carefully pushing you off of his erection. He kissed you with urgency and you giggled into the kiss.
"Enough of that for now..." he murmured against your mouth, then slowly got you on the other side of his leg so that he could get you on your back again.
"Jungkoo-" you started to object, wanting to continue going down on him.
"I told you; you're my dessert tonight. I've waited all day for this..."
His lips pressed into your thigh, before going right for what he wanted most. The hot, wetness of his tongue lapped slowly, expertly along your folds. A soft sound left you and he smirked up at you. And then he dove right in, licking and sucking on your folds. His hands roamed and carressed and gripped, occassionally holding you more against his mouth as he ate you out. It didn't take long for his tongue to swip past your folds to your inner folds, lapping over your entrance. You let out a sound that was a little too loud and he chuckled, repeating the action before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked at it, adding his fingers after a minute, teasing his digits at your entrance.
"Please, Jungkookie." you moaned your plea and he moaned in response, giving you exactly what you wanted. He eased two fingers into you and slowly started pumping them as his lips and tongue continued on your clit. He was skilled at knowing exactly how close you were getting to your orgasm; and so it was easy for him to know when to back off enough to stop it, just to bring you right back to the edge. You could live in this high forever, but you wanted him in more ways. As pleasurable as this is, you wanted him buried deep in you.
He let you press his face deeper against you as you rolled your pelvis continueously. He didn't stop for one second now, nor did he attempt to deny this orgasm. In fact, he sped up, sucking harder and licking faster until you were a mess beneath him, your fingers tangling your own hair as you moaned about how good he was making you feel. Your orgasm hit you and you keened, but you only reveled in it for a minute before you were trying to coax him up higher. He easily gave in to what you wanted, moaning in appreciation as you wrapped your limbs around him.
"Please, please Jungkookie." you half moaned, half whined.
His body gave, landing gently onto yours with a grateful groan.
"Fuck, Sweetheart, whatever you want. You know I always wanna give you what you want." He paused and then chuckled as his fingers came up to carress the underside of your breast. "Especially if it means I get to fill you with my cock and then fill you with my cum."
"I want that so much, Jungkookie." you moaned, and he kissed you. Not breaking the kiss for one second, he shifted so that the tip of his cock lined up with your entrance. And with one smooth motion, he filled you with his hot, throbbing cock. He stayed there like that a moment, kissing you, playing with your body as you felt up his. And then he started rocking his hips. This lasted only a short while before you both were rolling your hips to meet each others movements. Your mouth moved along his skin to taste his neck, kissing and sucking on it in the ways you knew drove him mad. His hands moved to hold fast to your hips and upper thighs, and you knew it was coming. His hips pulled back only to snap forward, thrusting deep and hard into your pussy. Both of you let out a symphony of moans, that continued and grew as he continued to snap his hips to fuck you good and hard.
It had been a while since he fucked you this hard like this, and it was breathtaking. You almost forgot how very much you loved when he did this. You now appreciated in full the lovemaking along with the fucking in equal measures. And you knew you'd never get enough of any way you had sex with Jungkook.
He continued his almost brutal pace, each thrust deep; until his hips twitched eratically and he started to chase the impending orgasm. You let your thighs fall away and he groaned long and deep as his head dipped down, his sweat wet hair brushed on your chest for a moment before he doubled his pace and thrust somehow even faster and harder. The changed angle had him hitting the right spot, and you held onto him with a vice grip, tipping your head back into the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cried out, trying to stay quiet. He let out a laugh that strained with the exertion of his thrusts with each snap of his hips.
"Careful, Sweetheart. We don't wanna get caught and lectured, now, do we?"
Even with him saying that, he purposefully aimed for that spot and it was as if he was trying to challenge you to try to stay quiet. All you knew was the intense pleasure he was giving you as he drove into that spot over and over and over.
You whimpered, trying so hard to stay quiet, yet overwhelmed by how very good it felt. Then you made the mistake of glancing at the way his cock disappeared and reappeared then disappeared again as he fucked you.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!"
"That's right, Baby, just feel how good you feel. That's all that matters right now." His words were punctuated with tiny huffs from his exertion and the way he drilled into you. He softly brushed his thumb onto your clit and it was too much to bear. Your orgasm hit you harder than it had in a while, even as good as it always was with him, you came that much harder this time.
Your back arched off the bed, your chest pressing against his as you let out a loud cry of his name. He slowed just long enough to kiss you deeply on your neck, and then his lips disappeared as he redoubled his efforts to bring himself to orgasm.
Another orgasm was starting to build as he chased his own, and you could tell by the way his hips moved and the way his face scrunched so beautifully that he wan't far from cumming inside you. So you did something you'd didn't normally need to do with him. You touched yourself. You rubbed lazily at your clit, starting to moan soft but long moans again and his jaw went slack at the sight you were giving him. It would be comical...if it wasn't so hot to watch the way his eyes danced from his cock pounding into you, your fingers playing with your clit, the way your breasts bounced with the power of his thrusts, and then he'd take a moment to glance into your eyes to see how good it all felt to you.
His brows furrowed in this cute but hot way as he watched you, and himself, at what you were doing together, and a tiny little whimper left him.
Your free hand reached for his hair and you smoothed some of the strands off of his face to better see his expression.
"Baby, you can cum."
He shook his head in small little shakes, screwing his eyes closed the next second, gritting his teeth in determination to not cum until you did again.
You touched at his cheek until he opened his eyes and met your gaze, and then you looked purposfully down at your bodies connected so that he got that you wanted him to look there too. And when he did, you started circling your clit faster and harder, trying to show him he could cum, that you could cum with him. He let out a desperate sound and his hips stuttured at the sight, then picked up impossibly faster. He started grunting, soft, beautiful and desperate grunts as he tried to hold off long enough for you to reach a second orgasm. You watched the way his eyes pleaded with you, and you smiled affectionately at him, before the pleasure grew too much and you momentarily lost sight of him as you eyes scrunched closed.
When you met his gaze again, the way he was staring at you, it was the tipping point. The way he was lost in his pleasure, yet not so much that the tenderness didn't come through. He looked like a man in love, concumsed by it along with his pleasure, and you no longer needed your fingers. Just him. You needed to kiss him, and as your lips softly met his, it was all that was needed and your second orgasm poured over you, his hips stuttering before he gave one more snap of his hips to get himself as deep as he could to coat your walls with his cum. He stayed there, long after the tension in his body had eased, the two of you pressing your lips to each others, not really kissing, just enjoying the sensation.
And then, he did kiss you, soft and slow and filled with his love. He peppered these soft kisses down to your neck and then pressed his face into that spot, carefully resting his body on top of yours for a moment. And then he rolled off of you, his hands reaching to have you join him. You settled against his side, his arm bracing you, the other winding around your waist.
"I love you." he breathed, spent.
You raised his hand to your lips and kissed at it, then met his gaze as he tried to catch his breath.
"I love you, too, Kookie." you responded, breathless as you tried to catch your breath as well.
He gave you a soft but brilliant smile and squeezed you more tighty against him.
The two of you laid there, exhausted, and it didn't take long to drift into blissful sleep.
A loud, annoying beeping sound reached you through your dream. You covered your ears, groaning in aggitation, and then woke with a start as you heard Jungkook's apologetic and fond laugh.
"Sorry, Sweetheart."
He even looked slightly apologetic as you peeked an eye open at him. And then you sat up with a start. He was freshly showered and getting dressed. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and the way it fell in place, obscuring his abs. He laughed again and came over to cup under your chin.
"I know, I know, you like seeing my naked body..." he teased.
"Than take it back off..." you teased back, reaching to grab at the bottom hem of his shirt. Your fingers barely brushed the soft fabric before he was quickly dodging out of you reach.
There was a soft smile on his face, his nose scrunching in that cute way it did when he was having a happy moment like this. It wrecked havoc on your heart.
You got up on your knees, noting somewhere in the back of your mind that you were wearing one of his shirts, that somehow you had been turned the proper way on the bed and had been covered up. But these were lesser thoughts as you reached out for him again, walking on your knees to the edge of the bed.
"Kookie..." you pouted. He caved, if only slightly, walking over into your readied arms. He let you hug around his waist, and when you stared up at him, he gave you an even softer smile as he ruffled your hair affectionately.
"Tonight. After Namjoon is appeased with my school work being done."
It dawned on you then, why his alarm was set. Everything that wasn't last night came crashing back to you.
"You need to go to school now." The words came out slow as the realization struck you.
He gave you a bittersweet smile and then bent down to pec a kiss to your lips.
"The day will go slow for me, too. But it won't be as long as we think..."
You nodded, trying to supress your pout, not wanting him to feel bad about things.
"I'll be waiting to kiss you." you promised.
"I already can't wait..." he replied with a cute smile. It felt very...domestic. Then suddenly he kissed you, chuckling as he pulled away. "So why wait at all."
"Jungkook you'll be late if you keep kissing me." you gently chastized, flushing.
He sighed and then nodded. His eyes swept the room, looking for something specific.
"Where's our jacket? I want to wear it every day you're not at school..."
Your heart nearly burst at how wonderful that sentiment made you feel.
"Here." you said, getting off the bed to bring it to him from where you'd placed it last.
He took it with a grateful smile, swung it around his body to put it on, and then stepped closer to kiss you one more time before he really had to leave.
"Tonight." he breathed, and then he was hurrying on his way.
Trailing along behind him at a slower clip, you could hear Seokjin before he came into view.
"Jungkookie, I have your lunch packed!" came his endeared voice. Jungkook was already nearing the bottom of the steps, and you weren't even to the middle.
"Thanks, Jin." Jungkook replied, hitting the bottom step.
"Breakfast is read-" Jin started to say, but broke off in a stunned disappointment as Jungkook reached out long enough to grab the lunchbox out of Jin's hands on his way towards the door.
"Yah, hey, come back here; you need to eat breakfast!" Seokjin fussed in a flustered, rushed way as Jungkook stepped into his boots, and scooped up his backpack to shoulder it in one smooth motion before turning to peer at Jin over that same shoulder.
"No time, Jin. I wanna get there extra early to hand in my re-addmission forms and all that."
"But...!" Seokjin ecclaimed as Jungkook turned the knob to open the front door. He chuckled as he left, the sound lingering there even after the door was closed behind him. Or maybe that was in your head. You already missed him.
Seokjin stood there, staring at the front door, not really seeing it. He looked like a proud dad sending his son off to school.
For a long moment, you stood in place, still near the middle of the stairs. Now that Jungkook was off to school, what were you to do? You weren't sure when you would get your own school work that would need to be done during your suspension. And there wasn't anything in particular that you wanted to do. But you needed something. Should you go back to sleep? Would anyone know what happened between the two of you last night? Had you been quiet enough? It was hard to tell; all you knew was that it was amazing.
Jin sighed as the sound of Jungkook's car faded into the distance, and then headed back into the kitchen. Should you have breakfast? He had spent the time cooking, and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. And yet, you hesitated. While they concidered you a part of the family now, that didn't mean you didn't feel a touch awkward still. Maybe you should just go back to bed.
"Pancakes!" Taehyung enthused as he burst out of his room. He let out a soft giggle as he started down the stairs, and you peeked up at him, his puffy morning face as cute as you remembered. "Come on, sis! We get pancakes for breakfast today!" His excitement was catching.
He brushed past you, singing a cute, silly made up song about pancakes and strawberries and you had the strongest urge to wrap your arms around him and squish him over how adorable he is. Before you could choose to act or not, he hesitated a few steps bellow you, one foot on one step, the other on another.
"Uh." he quietly uttered, turning slightly before he briefly eyed you, and then hurried awkwardly down the stairs. What was that about?
"Have fun last night?" Jimin teased, coming up behind you. He stopped beside you, a knowing smile resting gently on his face, and then slowly made his way down after Tae without a further word.
Pancakes sounded great; but it would come with Jimin in the least being aware of the fact that Jungkook had sex with you last night.
Well, it wasn't a secret that the two of you had sex on a regular basis. And Jimin probably expected it was highly possible. So you shrugged and made your way to the kitchen. Who were you to pass on pancakes?
"No morning classes today." Taehyung was saying as you entered.
The wonderful scent of pancakes washed over you and you couldn't help but to take a moment to appreciate the homey feeling of it all. The first time you'd experienced a pancake breakfast at home was when Jungkook had made that first breakfast for you. The memory settled a warm smile onto your face, and Taehyung and Yoongi smiled as they noticed this moment you were having.
"Sleep well?" Namjoon inquired as he groggily moved past you from the door.
"I tend to sleep well when I'm here."
Seokjin, Yoongi, and Taehyung fondly gazed at random points around the room.
"Jungkook would love to hear that." Jimin commented, smiling warmly at you.
"Actually, he already knows. We always sleep better when we're together."
Yoongi looked smug, fondly gazing into his coffee.
"Even when you slept in his car?" Taehyung asked, his eyes huge.
He knew about that?
"It was still good, he made sure I was comfortable." And safe. He made you feel safe.
"Why did you sleep in his car?" Hoseok asked as he came in on the conversation, going right over to squeeze orange juice, at which Taehyung sat up in anticipation. You bit into your lip, not wanting them to feel bad. It wasn't far to venture a guess that they might.
"The house was being used. He said one of the boys...."
Hoseok squeezed too hard, too fast on an orange and sprayed orange juice everywhere as he heard this, his face going blank as he thought back.
"Oops, my bad." He started cleaning up, still in thought. "Wasn't that when you brought that girl here, Jimin? The one you thought you were going somewhere with? You fucked her a lot back then and you were trying to get a relationship going?"
"Don't remind me..." Jimin groaned, sitting back, looking at his mug dejectedly.
"Oh!" A thought came to you. "Was this the girl you called Jungkook about, asking for his night?"
"Jimin." several voices chimed in various tones of disapproval.
"I didn't know he had a girl here! Let alone how serious it was to him! He never brought a girl here until Y/n!" he defensively responded, a guilty edge to his gaze.
The reminder of the fact that you were the first and only girl that Jungkook brought home made your heart beat a little faster, the smile stretching on your face impossible to supress.
"You didn't, did you?" Taehyung said, accusitory as he turned towards Jimin, before turning to look at you. "He didn't did he?"
"Didn't...what...?" you replied, blinking in confusion.
"He didn't make you leave, did he? He didn't talk Jungkook into leaving did he?"
Jimin started laughing, slapping his thigh.
"Are you kidding? He wouldn't budge. I've never heard him react that strong like that. Not about things like that. He always caved, if he didn't immediately agree to get out of the way. But that day, I shoulda known it was Y/n. He was so defensive and adament about staying. He stood his ground, insisting on keeping the house to himself. Thinking back, it should have been more obvious to me."
You flushed at the memory, recalling the look on his face as he defended your time here together. It had been so hot.
"Good." Taehyung seemed satisfied at that, and took a bite of his pancake.
"Wait. Hold up, I'm not getting something...Why did you spend the night in his car, and not somewhere else?" Namjoon asked, pouring his coffee.
As you sat down next to Taehyung, he made a face; and though you were sure that Tae didn't know what Jungkook knew, he had figured out enough. Jimin and Yoongi had echos of the same expression. They'd put it together as well.
Namjoon paused with his mug hoisted towards his lips as he watched the way you rubbed your hands together while wondering how much you wanted to say on this topic.
"It would have been bad if he snuck in through my window. Besides, I needed to get out. So he came and got me, but the house was occupied. We had no money, so he parked his car in the safest place he could find, and we spent the night there. And he made sure I got to school on time, as well." A curl of a smile lifted your cheek at another memory. "Actually, I wanted to skip, but he insisted."
The room was filled with warm smiles of various kinds.
"Truly good for him." Namjoon commented before sipping happily at his coffee.
It was quiet for a moment, everyone resuming whatever they had been doing. Hoseok placed the juice in front of Tae and sat down, Jin ready with a feeshly made plate of pancakes. Then he placed another in front of you.
"What are you going to do today?" he asked, holding the syrup over your plate. "Tell me when to stop." he added as he started to pour.
"Stop." you gently said when he'd poured the ammount you liked. "Well..." you said as you started to cut into the stack of pancakes. "I thought I'd stay here today. See if anyone needed help cleaning the house or something...?"
"You don't need to do th-" Seokjin started.
"No I want to. If I'm part of this family, I should help out, too."
"Alright then." Jin softly replied.
Someone's phone alerted to a text, and Yoongi checked his phone. He glanced at you and quickly looked at his mug, then took a deep sip before texting back.
"We can have fun before Jimin and I have to leave for classes..." Taehyung suggested.
"Sounds great, Tae." You hugged onto him and he leaned into the side hug.
After breakfast, the day dragged on and on as you waited for Jungkook to get home. The day was spent helping Seokjin in the garden, cleaning the house, helping prep for dinner. Nothing kept your mind off of Jungkook, not even when Taehyung and Jimin had tried to occupy you with fun things before they had to take off for their university.
As the time for Jungkook to arrive approached, you could barely keep your eyes off of the time, constantly checking it, growing more fidgety and anxious as the minute hand ticked onward. You started orienting yourself near the front door, knowing the moment he came through the door, you wanted to kiss him.
Finally, the sound of his car came up the drive and your heart started pounding in anticipation. You waited, leaning against a wall, listening hard as the car came to a stop. He closed the door, and then you heard his boots on the stones that lead up to the driveway, then over the pavement, right up to the door. As the keys jingled, you could hardly take the wait. The door swung open and you launched yourself towards it.
"I'm home." he called out, then blinked in shock as he reggistered you coming right at him, not expecting you to already be that close. It was clear in that split second that it made him happy that you were, and he barely had time to throw his arms out to let you collide against him, instantly hugging him tight.
His arms wrapped tightly around your form as you took a deep wiff of him, your body relaxing just like that.
"Hey, Sweetheart." he softly greeted, and you needed your lips on him.
Holding him closer, you started pressing kisses up his neck, onto his face.
"I missed you, too, Baby." he murmured, just as your lips started making their way towards his. He met your lips, too eager to wait, and he kissed you long and passionate.
"How was it?" you asked, anxious at how it went without you there.
He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Frustrating. But it was worse because you weren't there with me. When your suspension is done, it'll be better." He remembered something and then bent to open his backpack. "They let me bring you the work you can do while on suspension. So you don't fall behind..."
"Thank you." You kissed his cheek and he smiled that smile you loved.
"Snacks before you start your homework." Jin said, coming back in from the backyard. "Then Namjoon wants you to get on it asap, and he'll be here to help as soon as he can."
"Alright, alright." Jungkook replied, equal parts grateful and frustrated, then stepped out of his boots and headed towards the couch. You followed, sitting next to him, snuggling into his side while you could.
Once the snacks were gone, you left Jungkook to go back upstairs, not wanting to distract him. You grabbed your own school work on your way, and mentally prepared yourself for more hours of waiting. It was all worth it. And it was very likely that you'd have tonight together. This wouldn't last forever. In a few weeks, things would improve. For the time being, you could be content with nights and mornings with him. And then, well, this was only a beginning.
I'm so close to being done with the first draft of Image 15, that I already know soon I can start a wip for Image 16!! It's a really tough one to write. Really painful, but still excited to write it. I've known this part would happen for over 2 years, and here we are almost there. But no worries to the lovely readers that love our Image couple...it's going to bring them closer, not tear them apart. It's nessasary angst they need to go through, but they go through it together. And with help.
I'm saddened that the series is going to wind down sooner than later. But I also know I won't be able to say goodbye to our precious couple, nor their story. So I already know there will be one shots and drabbles and other things that have been planned for a very long time now. We'll still see them in the future with new content!! So as sad as it will be to end the series, it also means we can have these other things sprinkled from time to time. Whenever I miss them too much, I can always work on something to do with them!!
((Btw in case anyone forgot or is new and hasn't seen how many parts Image will have: there will be about 18 asdfgh so we still have a ways to go~!! Yaaay!!))
Hope you're finding the small things in your day and enjoying them!!
Summary: After Jungkook left you broken in the hall, there’s no one to help you pick up the pieces of yourself. What’s the point without him, anyway? Weeks go on and the heartache consumes you and is you know.
Warnings: Language. There’s uh...a lot of things I should put here..but it’d affect how you read it, so...read at your own risk, I guess...??
a/n: i’ll say it on here as well, just in case; there’s about 18 parts in this story.
Staring down at your phone, your somber frown deepened. The blank screen void of any messages or potential missed calls was exactly what you’d expected as you checked it for the umpteenth time that day alone. But it had long become habit by now. There were no texts. No calls. Nothing from Jungkook. It was like he’d up and disappeared. It didn’t matter how many times you attempted to contact him, he never replied, never answered. Not once.
Your heart was shattered. The emotional pain of finding what you had with him only to lose it the moment he decided to walk out of your life caused you physical pain as well. The ache in your body wouldn’t stop. The heavy, deep ache in your chest never left you. Not even for one second. Without Jungkook, you felt as if your entire existence was a sick joke; that your future had crumbled into ruble.
You knew it would end like this. You knew. But knowing and actually experiencing the aftermath were two different things. There wasn’t anything that could have prepared you for this pain.
On top of losing Jungkook, you lost your new friends as well. None of them replied to you when you pathetically attempted to reach him through them. Not even Taehyung. You’d lost all you held dear in one fell swoop, and ultimately it was your own fault. Because you allowed yourself to get close to him. To them. When all along he was always going to break things off.
And why would it be any different after the time you spent together? You weren’t so special; certainly not to him either. You’d fooled yourself into thinking that maybe...just maybe he might come to care for you enough to want to keep you in his life. But you weren’t special. Of course you weren’t; you’d never been special.
Three weeks had passed by since Jungkook’s unfair expulsion; and it felt like an eternity. The entire time you did all you could to prove how wrong everyone was. About you, and about Jungkook.
The school had called your parents after your “disruption” the day he was kicked out. When they learned of your behavior, they not only kept the locks and nails in place...they locked you in any time you weren’t at school. You couldn’t eat unless they brought food to you - which they didn’t always do, and when they did it was often barely enough to keep you alive. There wasn’t a way to go buy the clothes you wanted either, so you modified the ones you already had.
At school, your new can’t-give-a-fuck attitude garnered many stares. It wasn’t easy to get used to at first, but eventually you were able to ignore everyone and pretend they weren’t all staring at you like you’ve lost your mind.
It wasn’t your mind you’d lost. Oh no. It was more so that you found your heart and way in life; who you wanted to be. No, it wasn’t your mind you’d lost. It was Jungkook. And that was every bit as bad to you as if you had lost your mind.
No one dared approach you; whether in class, in the halls, or in the cafeteria. It was as if they all thought you had something catching and didn’t want it. Or maybe it was the cold glares you gave whenever anyone tried to talk to you. It wasn’t your fault though. You’d lost Jungkook and it had devastated you to the point that the whole world looked bleak to you. On top of that, they often brought him up, asking things that were none of their business. Worse when they pretended to care about him, or you. You knew they didn’t. They were nosy, that’s all.
You knew what you needed to do to clear Jungkook’s name, but you tried other avenues first. When they all fell through, you made plans to go through with what you knew all along.
Too bad you kept chickening out. Every day you brought cans of spray paint along with you in your backpack. And every day you lost your nerve the second there was even a small crowd.
More days past and the ache inside you was worsening. No matter what you did or where you looked you thought of Jungkook. And thanks to your dumb move of bringing him to your house and fucking him in your bed; there was no escaping memories and thoughts of him there, either.
The first few days his scent lingered on your bed. It was something you were both grateful for and quietly lamented all the same. If you closed your eyes, for a few minutes at least, you could pretend you were still in each others lives. You comforted yourself with false scenarios in your head while breathing in his scent; it was the only way you could get remotely any sleep.
Not only had his scent been left behind the day he’d been there with you; he’d accidentally left his jacket in the rush to get out of the house to avoid getting caught. You found it the day after he’d left you in the hall. When you spotted it you broke down all over again, crumpling to the floor before reaching out to pick it up. Shaking, aching, longing arms held it to your chest for what felt like hours as you sobbed freely once again. When you’d calmed down a bit, you couldn’t resist smelling at it, pressing it harder against your face to breathe in the stronger concentration of his scent. He’d worn it almost every day since the very first day you’d watched him stroll in through the school’s front doors. His scent was embedded deeply in it. A grace. A gift. A curse. Because it was all you had of him now. The only tangible thing to remind you that he existed and that you had in fact been together in some form.
At first you tried to preserve his scent by carefully placing it in a bag and tying the opening off to keep his scent locked within it. It took exactly five days before you broke down and pulled it out to drape it over you as you tried to sleep. Two days after that, you were wearing it to school. Even though you wore it constantly and slept with it curling around you or in your arms, it retained his scent well. Any time you wanted - or more like couldn’t help yourself - you could sniff at it and get a fairly good hit of his scent. It was a habit now. An addiction to the way he smelled; somehow even more powerful now that he was gone out of your life.
Again, today, you were wearing his jacket at school. The sight of it drew more attention, but you didn’t care. That’s not why you were wearing it to begin with. You just wanted some part of Jungkook with you. And at school.
Because of the fact that you had his jacket on, the girls that he’d fucked before things had started with you were glaring even harder whenever you were within eyesight. They seemed to loath you collectively, not shy on making it clear they not only blamed you for not getting his dick anymore, but also that you were somehow the reason he wasn’t at school anymore. Well they were right there. It was your fault.
The glares, the shoulder knocks, even the horrible comments, you could put up with. But last week it had reached a high you never wanted to reach.
Scabs covered the once broken skin on your face and the bruises were now turning more yellow instead of the blue and purple of the first few days. They were more numb pain, mere annoyances this week.
Thinking back over what had happened, a faint, numb smile made a brief appearance on your face. A couple of the girls had teamed up to fight you and no matter how you tried to walk away, they weren’t going to let you. The shock on their faces when you pulled out a few of the moves Jimin had eagerly taught you was almost worth it. Almost. So too was it when you leveled a punch to one of the girl’s faces. The very punch Jungkook himself had taught you for self defense.
Getting called to the office and given detention would have been worth it to you. The school calling your parents yet again, however, was not. It lost you your car and you were forced to ride to and from school with your mother. Each trek to and from school was filled with nothing but her lectures and disappointed looks. Her guilt tripping and shaming. Sometimes even her shouting at you. Mostly you stayed silent. Why argue or defend yourself when you were marking off the days of your calendar until you could get free.
Sure, technically you’re eighteen and could just leave. But where would you go? You couldn’t turn to Jungkook or his friends. And the money you’d tried to save up wasn’t enough if you were to pay for rent, gas to and from not only school but also a new job, plus food. Of course that’s if you could find a new job. And you’d been trying to find one.
No, you figured you had to do your best to be strong enough to endure this until you graduated. Then, when you went off to college, you could be gone for good; off to live some sort of life. Though without Jungkook it seemed harsh and bleak ahead. Still, it was tons better than the life you were currently “living”.
“Y/n, how are you doing today?” a kind voice asked from behind you. It was the girl from your class that had been kind to you from time to time.
“My face doesn’t hurt as much and my body isn’t as sore.” you replied in as normal a voice as you could manage. But it still sounded off. It was the only thing you could say. It was the only thing getting better.
“Your face seems to be healing nicely, the bruises are almost gone.” she noted.
You shrugged and looked down the hall absentmindedly.
Spotting your ex preening with his good arm and hand as he talked himself up to a small crowd sent a chill down your spine. Most still thought he was all that. His life was continuing on with only the slightest disruption and mildest risk of loosing his scholarship, and where was Jungkook? Expelled because he was covering for you. You, who had tried to take things out on your ex, who had deserved it. Who had done more damage to you than you could ever inflict on him.
“Are you?” the girl next to you asked again. You’d entirely missed what she’d been asking.
“Hm?” you asked in turn, distracted, your eyes set on your ex. Several lockers down from his own.
“I’ve got to go do something, hold that thought.” you said to her without giving her time to ask again, nor ask what you were about to do.
You waltzed over towards your ex’ locker, making a huge display of it as you unzipped your backpack and pulled out the spray paint. He was yet aware of your proximity to it, and he wouldn’t when he was getting so much attention at the moment.
The crowd had started with a few students pausing in shock as they watched you shake a can in each hand. It grew as you began spraying one at a time, spelling out obscenities and accusations. And at the bottom, you added a “see? wasn’t Jungkook.” and signed it. At that precise minute you didn’t care what happened to you after this. As long as it helped clear Jungkook’s name.
Gasps trickled around the crowd as they read what you’d sprayed on the locker, muttering spreading through it like a wave.
“Hey! What are you doing! Bitch!” your ex shouted as he made his way through the crowd. “Someone stop that bitch from destroying my locker!”
“What’s going on here? What’s this commotion about?” Everyone froze at the sound of your principle’s voice.
She stepped into the semicircle the crowd had formed around you and the locker and folded her arms, tapping a perfectly manicured nails on her own arm.
“My office.” she ordered, pointing to you standing there with the cans in your hands, and then to your ex.
“But,” he whined it that grating way you loathed, “I didn’t do this!”
“Now!” she bellowed before turning on her heels.
In her office, you sat there as she stared at you. She wasn’t shocked. She didn’t seem disappointed. She just wanted to know why you’d done it in the first place.
“Tell me...why is there paint on one of my lockers. Again.”
Clearing your throat, you sat up a little straighter.
“I did it.”
“I’m aware. I want to know why.” her brow raised in that way that had a way of making you gulp in inferiority.
“First, I want to state that it was me both times. I am the one that sprayed paint on the locker.”
“I was informed that you admitted to this earlier; however it was described in a way that made it seem as if you’d confessed only to clear up Mr. Jeon’s name. Is it true, and is this another attempt at clearing his name?”
“No, Ma’am. I did it to get back at him,” you pointed at your ex without so much as a glance, “and Mr. Jeon was accused and wrongfully punished in turn.”
“And the second time?”
This time you paused longer. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. Hard to breathe. With him sitting there in the room, how could you tell your principle what he’d done to you? But you had to try. You’d held your tongue too long and downplayed what he’d done to you, even to yourself.
“Because he assaulted me in the janitor’s closet.” you whispered.
A pen could drop, the room was so silent.
“What?! This it outrageous!” your ex shouted, a little too delayed. “She’s wanting to get back at me because I dumped her! She-she’s the one that broke my arm with the janitor’s hammer! I tried to tell the vice principle that it was her but he didn’t believe me!”
“The janitor’s hammer, you say?” You couldn’t believe it, nearly sighing in relief. She’d picked up on the right words. The slip of his own tongue.
“Well, I, uhm...the thing is...” he tried to cover.
“Why did she need to use the hammer in the first place? Did you assault her in the janitor’s closet?”
“It was nothing! We were going to make out and she chickened out!”
“No means no, either way. And that’s not the story from both sides.” She looked back to you, sympathetic now. “When he’s in the next room, tell me all you can and I’ll listen to you.”
“What?!” your ex exploded.
“Wait in the vice principles office. And if you try to wander off, we will track you down.”
“Unbelievable.” he muttered as he shoved up to his feet. He stormed off and slammed the door shut on his way out.
“Now...” she spoke with a gentler voice, “What happened?”
It took half an hour. Half an hour to explain what had happened with your ex. You told her about a few of the things he’d done in the past when you were together, and that you feared he was about to do more and that you’d reacted on instinct to defend yourself. At first you weren’t sure if she would believe you. If your ex would get punished at all, or if you would. Afterward, she called in witnesses to your little tagging spree earlier, one of them happening to be the girl you were talking with just before.
Apparently, when she’d backed you up weeks prior about the incident with breaking your ex’ arm; she’d witnessed more than she’d said. When the matter was brought up on some of the words you’d used to paint across his locker, the girl had informed the principle that she had not only witnessed you trying several times to get away from your ex, but had also spotted him trying to pull you somewhere against your will. That information coupled with what you’d said, and the slip on your ex’ part, resulted in his suspension. There wasn’t more proof, and you didn’t press charges. You knew with his broken arm and suspension he probably would lose his scholarship and that was enough justice to you.
When all was said and done, your principle called you back into her office.
“Ms. Y/LN, please take a seat again.”
You sat quickly, bracing yourself for impact. You’d broken school rules and just knew you were about to get in huge trouble for it.
“As you can guess, what you’ve done is not something we can disregard and look the other way. Because of your excellent record and exemplary example of a model student these many years at our school, we are going to settle on a three week suspension as punishment for your actions.”
You sunk into the chair. It was better than you were expecting, and yet, still somehow worse.
“On top of the suspension, you are to pay for the damage done to the locker and the cost of repairs to the locker for each time you painted on it and for the damage done to the walls and lockers from a few weeks ago as well.”
You sat there pathetically, silently groaning. You deserved this for going about things the way you had. The worst part wasn’t the suspension, however. It was the money you’d have to shell out of pocket to pay for all of this. That meant even less to help you get a start out on your own.
“Are we clear?” she asked, raising her brow expectantly.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She was quiet for a long minute and you assumed she was done and wanted you to leave. You started to ready yourself to stand when she held up a finger.
“Just a minute. There’s one more thing we need to go over.”
Blinking, you had no idea what else there might be.
She folded her hands on top her desk and looked at you like it was something hard to say.
“Due to the confession and evidence that you were the one that did damage to both the locker and caused bodily harm to a fellow student...we’ve decided to reinstate Mr. Jeon.”
Shock washed your face clean of anything else for a long moment, in which you didn’t breathe. Had you heard right?
“Thank you! Thank you, Ma’am!” you exclaimed with exuberance, beaming at her as you jumped to your feet.
Jungkook would get his one dream. He could graduate! He might not want anything to do with you ever again, and you weren’t fool enough to think that this might change his mind...but that didn’t matter. You didn’t care, as long as he got to graduate. You could live with seeing him at school, though it would ache in a new way. You would get through it and let him go. Just as long as he walked across that stage and received his diploma.
“Hold on...there’s a matter to discuss with you in regard to his reinstatement.”
The smile on your face faltered as you stared down at her.
“We have been unsuccessful in contacting Mr. Jeon, or his guardians.”
“What does that mean...?” you dumbly asked, your eyes glossing over.
“We have tried every number we could find in his contacts and cannot get a hold of him, nor those that might be able to reach him. Except for one person.”
“Oh?” you asked with a growing hope.
“You.”
“Oh.” you muttered, dejected.
“We are aware of your relationship,” You winced at the word; because that’s not what you’d ever had with him, and you had nothing at all with him now, “with Mr. Jeon.” Another wince. “The only way we will reinstate him is if he is here at school come Monday, ready when the doors are unlocked. He needs to fill out a form and then attend every class. He mustn’t skip school nor any class the rest of the school year. Unless he provides a dr.’s or guardian’s note explaining a valid reason for his absence. And about his grades...they need to improve or he might not graduate.”
“He will! He’ll do all of that!” you excitedly rushed to say, getting ahead of yourself. Calming, you bit back tears form forming. That’s if someone could get a hold of him to tell him.
“Then I can trust that you’ll get in contact with him to inform him of his impending reinstatement?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” you answered, more subdued. You had no idea how, but you were going to get this news to him. One way. Or another.
“You may leave, then.” she said, gesturing towards the door.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” you quietly said, and then hurried to your last class of the day.
By the time the clock was ticking down the last minute until you could get out of school for the weekend, your leg was bouncing so hard you dry laughed to yourself in your head that it might bounce right off. You laughed...until you recalled Jungkook making that joke a couple months back when you’d done something similar.
The moment you could, you jumped up and made a run for it to wait for your mother. You’d been texting Jungkook ever since you found out about his reinstatement, and he’d still not replied. You were worried he’d muted your number and instructed the others to do the same. Not even Jin or Yoongi replied to this news when you’d text them about it in hopes of them passing it on to him.
You knew you needed to do something more. Something drastic. It was the only way.
With resolve, you pivoted to go back inside the school to catch an old acquaintance at his locker. Hoon had always been kind when you were both on the student council. One time you’d given him a ride in your car to his workplace because his car was out of commission. He’d offered to return the favor; but seeing as when your car did wind up in the shop you were getting rides from Jungkook, you’d not needed the return favor. This just might work, however!
“Hoon!” you called on approach.
Upon hearing your voice he flinched and then looked up from his backpack with a weary glance.
“What is it, Y/n?” he reluctantly asked.
“You remember that time I gave you a ride to work and you said if I ever needed the same in return?”
“Yeah...?” he said after a long pause, like he wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
“Well, I really need a ride to my house, and I was hoping you could make us even.”
“Oh...” he quietly replied, pushing his glasses back up his nose, “Well...I guess I could. But don’t you have your boyfriend for that?”
“Boyfriend?” you asked, confused.
“Jungkook.” he said as if it were the most obvious thing.
“Oh....uhm...well that’s...complicated.”
He glanced at what you were wearing and lingered on the jacket. Jungkook’s jacket.
“Yeah, sure...I bet.” He closed his locker and zipped up his backpack. For a long minute he stared at his bag, as if trying to find any excuse to get out of this while reasoning that it was to even things out. He let out a slow sigh, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes in resignation.
“Fine. I’ll drive you.” He turned to you and leveled a look at you. “But this makes us even. You can get your boyfriend to pick you up; student or not he could at least do that.”
“He would if he could.” you mildly fibbed, smiling as brightly as you could manage. By the expression Hoon had on his face, you were sure you weren’t pulling it off correctly.
“Hurry your ass; I’ve got oboe practice.”
“Sure thing, Hoon!” you enthused, bumping your shoulder into his playfully like you used to. He stopped to eye you and then rolled his eyes. He used to love when you’d do that.
“Yeah, whatever.” he replied, shouldering his backpack. “Does that again when she has a boyfriend?” he muttered under his breath, unaware that you could still hear him. “No, sure, not when she’s asked to a recital where you’re the highlight. Doesn’t want a thing to do with you out of school. Guess we all know her type now.”
“What was that?” you asked, playing innocent.
“N-nothing!” he quickly responded, flustered. “We, uhm...should get going faster. Don’t want to have to skip oboe practice...!” he tried to cover, laughing nervously a moment later.
“Yeah, that would be a travesty.” you said, the corner of your mouth twitching into a smile.
“Yes, it would.” he said all too serious, and you suppressed the laugh that was trying to come out. He was actually that serious about the oboe?
After asking Hoon to floor it one too many times and anxiously shouting for him to turn when it was time to turn; you were quite certain he was never going to be willing to drive you anywhere ever again. Even then, when you’d hopped out of his car to dash to your front door, he’d leaned out the window to wave enthusiastically at your retreating figure.
“It was nice driving you-”
“Thanks again, Hoon!” you shouted over your shoulder, interrupting him, and waved erratically back at him before hurrying through the front door.
Once inside, you hurried to your room. You threw a few things in a spare backpack - the one you used when you used to spend time at Jin’s - and shoved as much as you could in it in the shortest time possible. You expected this would get you in serious trouble and you wanted to be as prepared as possible to sleep at a friend’s house. That is. If you had any that would allow you to. They’d all abandoned you. Whether it was before, during, or after Jungkook. They were all gone now. You didn’t care anyway. Even if you had to sleep on a bench or find some place to crash. You were doing this.
With the backpack stuffed with as much as your frantic hands could get crammed inside it, you ran down the hall, bouncing off the walls a few times in your hast. Your mom was probably on her way by now. She would have rolled up to pick you up at school and seen you weren’t there waiting like you were instructed to. Would have blown up your phone screaming over text at you; left likewise messages in your voicemail. You didn’t dare check your phone to see if you were right. You’d put your phone on silent for a reason.
You made a mad dash for the kitchen, all the while this frantic flight reminding you of the one time you and Jungkook had taken this very path towards the kitchen in just as much of a panic. This time you made a sharp turn and grabbed the handle for the correct cabinet you needed. There was the item you needed...Your fingers quickly coiled around the handle of the sledgehammer and then you took off for the study. There was no hesitation as you slammed it down on the edge of the desk draw, desperate to get it open. The keys to your car had been locked in this draw for weeks, and you were going to get them at all cost.
Finally the draw splintered open and you carefully reached in and snatched up your keys as fast as you could. You could swear you heard your moms car speeding up along the road towards the house, so you booked it to the garage where your car was parked and got in your car as fast as you could. You hit the garage door opener and then slid the key in the ignition, the key jiggling and scrapping a few times in your shaky, heart pounding state. You twisted your wrist and the car made that wretched sound it makes when it turns over and doesn’t start and you nearly started crying in frustration, panic, and fright. If you got caught and stopped before you could get out of there you’d never get a chance later. You turned the key again and the engine purred to life and you almost shouted with relief. The moment the garage door was opened enough, you carefully reversed, but quick.
You had barely pulled out of the driveway and started down the street when you could spot your mom’s car driving up to the house from your rear-view mirror. You slammed your foot down, pressing the accelerator down a little harder and refused to give her or her car a second glance. There was no turning back, no way things would ever be the same again. For better or worse. But you dared to hope for better.
The long drive felt longer than it used to. Perhaps because it had been a while since you’d taken it, or because of the time away from driving at all. Perhaps it was something else, something missing that was normally there. Someone that had been there. You didn’t give yourself time to think about what you were doing, or the absence that made you ache harder; instead focusing on getting there as fast as you could and trying to plan out what to say. Where you might go after.
Pulling up to the picture perfect house sent a wave of familiarity through you that, for a moment, relieved the pressure in your aching chest. Then came the nerves. It had become your safe haven as much as it had been his; but you weren’t welcome now. Sighing, you resolved that they could kick you off their property the moment you informed them of what you needed to, and then you’d never bother any of them ever again.
Despite your rush to get here and the urgency you’d felt minutes before; all you could do was sit there and stare up at the house you loved so dearly and quiver from the anxious, nauseating feeling in your gut.
With slow, disheartened movements, you turned the car off and got out. You trudged your way all the way up to the front door, second guessing if this really was the only way. But you needed to tell him. He needed to be at school Monday morning.
At the door, your hand sluggishly lifted to knock but you hesitated, your hand pausing in the air. Fist shaking from nerves and emotion, you stood there staring at the closed door and continued to fail at following through with the action you needed to do next. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath to steady yourself, and then slowly let it out through your mouth as your eyelids slid open. This is for Jungkook, you reminded yourself. With that thought, you were able to knock on the door to Jin’s house.
As you waited, you steeled yourself. No matter how angry, annoyed, or apathetic they might be when they answered the door, you needed to get this done.
The knob of the door raddled as someone turned it on the other side, and you nearly fainted. Whoever it was opened the door so slowly you were sure you would pass out from holding your breath so long as you watched it start to swing open.
The face that greeted you filled you simultaneously with relief and an ache for a life long gone. Yoongi stood there, peeking through the crack in the door. His eyes were rimmed with dark circles, looking like he’d not slept in days. The worn, pained expression on his face turned into a faint smile upon seeing you, however, and he opened the door wider.
“Y/n.” he greeted in a hushed voice. “Nice to see you again.” At least Yoongi looked happy to see you. In fact...he looked a little relieved as he stepped aside to let you past him. Or were you reading too much into things? Maybe he was just tired.
You gave him a tiny, shy smile as you entered the house, and he quickly closed the door behind you as quietly as possible.
The house was eerily silent. It hung in the air and made your smile turn nervous. Not even when you were here alone with Jungkook had it felt this...what was this feeling? It wasn’t an empty or void feeling. It was heavy and thick. Like some sort of storm cloud loomed over the entire house, melancholic and steeling the air from the lungs of those within it. That’s what it felt like. Until now it had always felt warm, welcoming...a haven. What on earth had happened to change that over such short amount of time?
But there were more pressing matters to attend to. You weren’t about to spare the time to try to figure things out. Not when you needed to get this done and over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
You opened your mouth, part of you about to tell Yoongi the news so you could sneak off like the little coward you felt...and the other part was screaming at you in your head to ask him where Jungkook was.
“He’s upstairs in his room.” he beat you to it.
His room? Had they given it to him officially?
“O-oh...Thanks, Yoongi.” you quietly said.
He nodded and then padded off, picking up his coffee mug on his way to get a refill in the kitchen.
Hesitating for a while, you remained planted where you stood. It took another long inhale and subsequent exhale to get you moving again.
Climbing the stairs, an onslaught of increasing nerves took a hold of you. Butterflies swirled and thudded in your stomach, getting worse the higher you ascended. You tried to prepare yourself for the potential harshness you might be about to face. He’d made it undeniably clear he wanted nothing to do with you. That things were over between you. What if he yelled at you for coming here uninvited and unwanted?
Mentally you steeled yourself as you approached the door to his room. There was no telling what his reaction might be.
Nothing could have prepared you for what came next, however.
His door was ajar, so you pushed into the room, opening the gap wider with your shoulder, and reached behind you as you readied to knock. Just as you were about to knock, there was a quiet sound like a sniffle. It gave you pause. You stood there a few seconds, unsure what to do. Another sniffle reached your ears and you quickly but softly knocked at his door to alert him that he was no longer alone.
“Go away, Yoongi. I don’t want anything to eat.” The dullness in his voice, that lifeless tone...it sent a shiver down your spine and a pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt in your heart. He didn’t sound anything like himself. You barely recognized his voice through the gruffness. It wasn’t the roughness you were accustomed to after getting him to make sex noises all night. It was nothing like that at all. It was razors that cut and ripped at your heart.
“I don’t want anything to drink either.” he continued after a short pause. He sounded so strained, his voice so raw.
Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you dared to step inside. The door creaked slightly, like it tended to, and you winced, bracing yourself further.
“I said I don’t want anything!” he suddenly bellowed, showing more life than he had seconds earlier. “And if you’re here to lecture me again about Y/-” His sentence, and subsequent mention of your name, came to a sudden halt as he finally turned his head enough to glare at who he thought was Yoongi.
The moment his eyes met yours it was all you could do to not gasp aloud. They were hallow, detached; red with deep, dark circles around them. He’d also lost weight...from what you could tell.
“Y/n.” he murmured in disbelief. He stared at you like he might be seeing things but wished desperately to be seeing something real.
Shock overtook him, his eyes widening as it hit him that you really, truly were standing in his room. His mouth fell slightly agape as he started turning more towards you. He really looked stunned that you were there. Well, you both did know that you’d never invited yourself over to Seokjin’s before. It had always been on invite only. Or brought here by Jungkook, which you figured counted as the same thing.
He cleared his throat and sat up on his bed.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He sounded angry, but his eyes read he was hurt.
“I uhm...I-I’m sorry, Jungkook; I just had to try-”
“Try nothing. Get out.” The bleakness in his voice made you wince, but you held your ground. He turned his head away again, resting back on his forearms now.
“You didn’t let me finish!” He huffed and his head lolled to look back over at you again.
“And I said, ‘get out.’ Whatever you’re here for-”
“They’re reinstating you at school.” you rushed out so that he couldn’t interrupt you this time.
He looked taken aback for a second, and for a moment, hope returned to his eyes. But then it was replaced by the flicker of some realization as his eyes swept over you and then looked away. He looked hurt again.
“Oh. So you’re here for that.” He nodded to himself and then crumpled back to his bed.
“You need to be there early Monday morning,” you continued on despite the crushing pain eating away at your heart. “Earlier than when school starts. There’s a for-”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” he interrupted again. There was that hallow voice again.
“It...doesn’t matter...?” you repeated, turning it into a question, baffled. You knew how much it meant to him. This was not a good sign if he didn’t care about this anymore.
“But, Jungkook. You said it was the only reason you stayed in school. To graduate.”
His shoulders and chest lifted and dipped in a deep sigh. He turned fully away from you now, as if he was trying to shut you out. This hurt worse than you were prepared for.
“Just get out, Y/n. My life is none of your business anymore. It never should have been.” There was a pause that felt an eternity as you tried to figure out how to move your legs. “And hey...I’m sorry for fucking up your life by being in it. I should have never had sex with you.” Another, shorter pause. “I ruin what I touch.” he whispered so quietly you were sure he’d meant it only for himself.
The gasp that ripped out of you was quiet, but the near silence of the room made it sound much louder, sharply clear. He flinched.
“Jungkook. Please don’t say that. Don’t you say that. Not that!” Tears welled up in your eyes so fast you couldn’t stop them for nothing. You wiped furiously at your eyes to no avail; the tears streamed down you face like two dams breaking.
“I have not regretted for a second what we had!” your voice was starting to rise louder and louder; and yet, he stayed still as if you didn’t exist. “It might have only been sex to you, but it was more to me!” you continued anyway, all the bottled up things spilling out of you in one sweep. “I wasn’t your girlfriend, and I know I made that a clear stipulation up front. But I wish I never had. Fuck, how I wish I hadn’t.“ your voice quieted now, your hand coming up to grip over your shredded heart.
“I don’t know when it happened or exactly how, but you changed me and made me feel things I never thought I would. I thought these kinds of feelings, they didn’t exist for real; that it was something made up, only in the movies kind of thing. Now I’ve felt those things for myself. You made me feel them. You made me see how life could be different. How I want to be. Who I want to be. So please. Don’t say you regret having sex with me. It led to the best thing I know.”
His shoulders tensed more and more as you spoke, and his breathing picked up heavier and heavier. Your voice was quivering by the time you were done speaking, but you didn’t care.
Your bottom lip started to quiver while you watched him as long seconds ticked by like everything was in slow motion. And not in a good way. Had he fallen asleep; not even bothering to care enough to listen to you?
You started to twist your body to make a run for it and barely caught the motion from the bed. Turning your head towards him, you watched as he slowly turned to face you. His eyes scanned you, his brows creasing as he observed the way you looked.
“Is that my jacket?” he asked, knowing full well that it is. You bit into your lip and rubbed anxiously at your arm. “You’re wearing my jacket?”
“I...uhm...” you couldn’t get the words out. Not to try to explain it away, to say anything. “You left it at my...house. Remember?” you finally managed to say.
He didn’t say anything in reply. He didn’t even blink.
“I’m...well, I thought I could return it to you while I’m here.” you fibbed. You reluctantly started to shrug out of it, only now remembering that you were wearing it. How could you be so stupid as to forget that you were wearing it? You’d meant to take it off so you could lie about knowing it’s whereabouts if he asked. It was the only thing you had to think of him and hold on to as a piece of him, and you desperately wanted to keep it.
“Keep it. I can buy another.”
Standing there, his jacket hanging off your shoulders, you stared at him in disbelief. This one wasn’t so easily replaced.
“But...” you muttered, falling into stunned silence. Were you really going to be able to keep his jacket?
As you slowly pulled it back in place, he eyed you again. His careful, cautious gaze landed heavily on your bandaged hand and his brows knit.
“What happened to your hand?”
Of all things for him to address now.
You moved it behind your back, out of sight.
“It doesn’t-”
“It matters. Tell me.” he heatedly demanded. What was he so angry for now?
“I g-got into a f-fight at school...” you hesitantly replied after a brief pause. Your teeth dug into you lip, and he laid there not moving, not blinking as he stared like he couldn’t tell if he heard right. It was a different kind of disbelief from when he was surprised to see you again.
Suddenly, he sat fully up.
“You...got into a fight?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. You nodded. He scanned your face again, this time clearly focusing in on the scabs and bruises.
“I did.”
“You got into a FIGHT?!” Now he was outraged.
He was springing up from the bed and in front of you in a heartbeat.
Backing away, you tried to keep distance between you; but his huge hands gripped onto your waist. Your knees instantly became weak, your heart yearning deeper. This is why you’d wanted to keep your distance. Why you’d not wanted him to touch you. Because it would cause all the more pain and longing when he sent you away from him.
“What the fuck have you been doing since I’ve not been at school?!” he demanded, fire crackling in his voice. “I throw everything I care about away for your benefit, for your own good, and you repay me with fights in school?!” His hands flexed as he held onto you. “Tell me, Y/n...what else have you recklessly been up to in my absence?” his voice was more subdued, but not by much.
Your eyes flickered up to his, and you hoped he saw the flames in them.
“What have I done?” you started out chillingly quiet. “What have I done in the wake of a mess I created and you took the blame for?!” you bellowed. “I have done EVERYTHING I can to make them believe me when I tell them the truth that I did it, that it wasn’t you. And you know what?! It worked!”
“You WHAT?!” He let go of you to run the fingers of both hands through his hair like he was loosing his mind. They dropped to his sides the next moment, accusations in his eyes. “Y/n, how could you?! I threw everything away for you!” His hands returned to your waist, further wrecking you for later. “As if I’d go back now! No. Ohoho no. I am going to march in there alright. And I’m going to swear up and down that it was me and that you have just temporarily lost your mind from...from....” The fire in his rage dissipated as he tried to think of a good enough reason.
“From missing your cock..?” you coyly suggested, unable to help yourself. He blinked, stunned, and then looked down at you, the grip on your waist tightening again. But in a different way this time.
“You...what?” he distractedly asked, all his anger gone now, replaced with a cautious hope.
“I missed your cock. And everything attached to it. Including this...” You placed your hand over his heart.
His chest was heaving again, his eyes turning molten.
“You really mean it? And all the things you said earlier?” A flash of pained disbelief flickered though his eyes, almost too fast to see.
“Every word.” you fervently replied.
“I’m not a good guy.” He looked away and down, pained. You cupped his face in both hands and coaxed him to look at you.
“Yes, you are. You are so good, Jungkook.” He gave you a sarcastic look in response. “Yeah, I know...bad boy, fuckboy. But. You have a good heart.” You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, searching his eyes and urging him to see himself how you saw him. “And maybe that was all pretense. Now I see through it more clearly than ever. You are an amazing, sweet, and loving man, Jeon Jungkook. And I have been a bit lost without you.”
It was obvious he wasn’t sure he could believe the words you were saying, though he clearly wanted to. Something was still holding him back from seeing the truth about himself.
“The past few weeks...” you continued on, needing to finish what you were trying to say, “I thought I’d never see you again and that you wanted nothing further from me. It broke me a little; because I knew how strongly I felt about you. And I knew you didn’t feel that way about me.” Your eyes followed the motion of your hands as they dropped from his face, bottom lip caught between your teeth. There. You said it.
His hand lifted to curl gentle fingers under your chin. He waited, patient, until you brought your eyes back up to his.
“I have been more broken the past few weeks than I ever have been before. And trust me; I’ve been pretty broken before then.” He gave you a sad smile, then a genuinely bright one stretched across his face and lit his eyes.
“I have missed you every second. Your smile, your laugh...the way you look so scandalized whenever I say or do certain things.” He chuckled, and your heart started flying. How you’d missed that sound. His eyes turned a touch sad again, the faint hint of a sad smile starting to return.
“I missed how you helped hold me together; until I realized that was exactly why I was right to get out of your life. You don’t need nor deserve me in it messing it up. You deserve a man much better than me; who will be everything I can’t be.”
That hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced. How could he think so lowly of himself?
“Like all the other guys out there? Jungkook. You are the only man to treat me decently, and you did a lot more than that. You treated me so well. You’ve spoiled me for life, I’ll have you know.” A flush spread through your cheeks after you admitted this.
“You actually want me? Me? The way I am? Imperfections, bad reputation, fuckboy past and all? All of it?” he asked, cautious but hopeful.
“All of it. All of you.” You held his gaze, willing him to see your sincerity.
His breath caught and his eyes searched yours fervently.
“I love you.” he whispered, ardent.
This caught you by surprise, your mouth falling slightly ajar. He smiled at you and laughed softly, then leaned closer. You looked up into his eyes and saw all the love there, and saw your own reflected in them.
His hands were on your waist again, and distantly you were aware that you were moving. He walked backwards, bringing you with him. His lips captured yours before he spun you around and sent you toppling backwards onto his bed. Gasping, you stared up at him and he chuckled. The look in his eyes, it was that same look he used to try to hide from you. The very one he occasionally actively wanted you to see.
He knelt on the bed and slowly crawled on it towards you. Your teeth caught and tugged on your lip, and he smirked at you as he crawled over your body.
“Wasn’t there something you said earlier...? About going insane from missing my cock?” he asked, somehow managing to simultaneously sound cocky, playful, and serious all at once in this remarkable way.
The scoff you let out in response was unimpressive at best and he chuckled again.
And then his lips were on your neck, kissing up it slowly. Subconsciously, you gripped onto his shoulders, tilting your head back.
“I was just teasing...wasn’t serious at all...” you replied, but it was breathy and he smirked into your skin.
“Oh? Then why is your body reacting so quickly to mine, huh, Sweetheart?” And there it was, the return of your pet name. The one you had missed oh so much.
Fighting a blush, you tried to play it off.
“Ah, nooo...it’s just because I haven’t had any-” Your own gasp cut you off as he rubbed his thigh up against your clothed core; at the same time, he bit and sucked on your neck in a spot he knew drove you wild. You tried not to moan...but he was making it hard on you.
“You sure? It’s only that? No sex for weeks? Sweetheart, you hadn’t had sex for months when we started. And your even more responsive now than you were then.” He pulled away from your throat to smirk down at you and you couldn’t hide your blush this time.
He caressed at your cheek, a soft smile managing to be a touch smug.
“Face it...you just really like the way I have sex with you and you’re crazy about my cock. Come on, admit it, Sweetheart.” He was so smug. So proud. And one hundred percent right.
You clenched your jaw and he laughed heartily. He knew you so well by now.
“Alright. I admit it.” you gave in.
He beamed down at you for a minute, and then his face disappeared back into your neck to continue trailing sloppy kisses up and down the side of your neck.
He was slowly getting more needy by the minute. And so were you.
Hungry hands roamed your body, caressing, kneading, gripping. His lips never left you, always attached to some part of the skin easily available to him.
Deep, passionate kisses were intermingled with butterfly brushes all over your face, sweet, gentle presses of fervent lips dotted here and there.
Your hands were as busy as his; pulling him closer, gripping, massaging, trailing over wherever you could.
Eventually you both wanted more and he pulled back to gaze down at you for a long minute. He looked so happy you could feel it seep into your own heart and body, meld with your own happiness.
His eyes trailed over his jacket, his smile widening impossibly wider.
“Were you really intending to give me back my jacket?” he asked, like he already knew the answer.
“What?” you asked back, pretending you didn’t know what he was talking about.
“You said you brought it to give it back...but I saw the relief when I said you could keep it. And why exactly are you wearing it?”
Biting back an embarrassed groan, you avoided eye contact for a moment to gain enough bravery to answer.
“Honestly...once I found it, I took to sleeping with it draped over me or near me. It still smells like you. And I couldn’t resist taking to wearing it as well.”
He looked so surprised it made you want to laugh, but you refrained.
“You sleep with it and wear it because it smells like me?”
Shyly, you nodded.
“I sorta became obsessed with your scent after...” you trailed off, unable to complete that thought. “It not only reminded me of you and our time together, it became an odd source of strength and comfort. If I closed my eyes and sniffed at it, for a few minutes I could pretend things were alright, that you were still in my life.”
Awe filtered into his surprised eyes. He gripped at your hips a little deeper and stared down at you like he was feeling a little chocked up from some emotion.
“You like the way I smell that much?” Now it was your turn to be surprised. Of all the things for him to focus in on in what you’d just confessed, he chose how addicted you were to his scent and how much you loved it.
You didn’t answer verbally, but he could see it in the way you flushed, your teeth digging into your lower lip.
“Does it still smell like me if you’ve been wearing it and sleeping with it?”
Before you could answer, he bent his face to sniff at it and he let out a soft sigh.
“It smells like you, too, now.” he answered himself.
“And that’s why I need to give it back to you; so you can wear it again and it’ll smell like you.”
Slowly, he shook his head. He didn’t break eye contact, staring at you with a look you couldn’t figure out.
“I want it to smell like you. Like both of us. Our combined scent. So instead of giving it back to me, why don’t we share it.” His little bunny smile made an appearance and your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah...I like that idea. It’s now a communal jacket.” His gaze turned sultry yet retained an affectionate edge. “Besides...what’s mine is yours, now and forever.”
He was so enthusiastic about it that you couldn’t deny him what he wanted. So you nodded, biting deeper into your lip as one of your hands wove your fingers up into his hair, the other gliding around his neck to drape it there.
“If that’s what you want.” you sweetly replied. His beaming smile was almost too brilliant to behold.
“It is.” he softly murmured.
A distracted look came into his eyes as they swept over your shirt. It was one you’d made alterations to, making a slight cut in the neckline to show a little cleavage, along with two deeper cuts up the sides to show your sides off a bit.
“Isn’t that one of your shirts you used to wear?”
“Yep.” you replied, smiling.
“It looks different; you did something to it.”
“Mhm.” you chuckled, carding your fingers through his hair.
The way his eyes darkened with plot and desire made your heart flutter and your walls clench around nothing.
“Is it a shirt you’re particularly attached to, or one you don’t care if you have tomorrow?”
“Uhm...the latter...?” you replied, confused with where he was going with this; though you had your suspicions. Maybe he wanted to keep it?
“Good to know.” he muttered, adjusting his weight to hold his body off of yours by the strength of his lower body alone.
His fingers slid towards the cut you’d made at the neckline and curled around both sides of the fabric.
“What-” you started to ask, but a loud shredding sound drowned the word out and made you fall into stunned silence.
“Brace yourself.” was the only further warning you got. The next moment he ripped the shirt until it was completely shredded all the way down and pulled fully apart. He held it open like that, staring down at you in your bra.
“Jungkook!” you gasped, your chest heaving.
His eyes raised to yours and he smirked down at you, letting both sides of the split shirt slip out of his grip.
“There. That’s much better.” he said, his voice thick and seductive.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, your cheeks flushing.
He chuckled, running a hand heavily up your abdomen and over your bra covered breast to knead at it.
“I want to fuck you in my jacket.” was his simple explanation. “Our jacket.” he softly added.
“I could have taken everything off and put the jacket back on, you know.” you pointed out, then bit into your lip to tug it down as you gazed sultrily up at him.
“I know...but my way was much faster. And hotter...wouldn’t you agree?” he quirked his brow, his smirk turning more smug.
You groaned at the thought, your hips lifting, back arching.
“Yes...much hotter.” you moaned in agreement.
“Now how to get this pesky bra out of the way...” he plotted, distractedly trailing random designs over your bra, and subsequently your breast.
Before you could suggest anything, he tugged both cups down to reveal your breasts to him.
“Ah yes,” he seductively sighed, “this will do for now...”
“Jungkook.” you whined, but he chuckled because he saw through your mild shyness. The fact that you were now pulling him back down on top of you certainly backed that notion up in his mind.
“It’s been weeks, baby...I need to see you. Touch you.” he purred, sounding and looking thoroughly fucked out already as he rolled his body atop yours. His lips pressed deeply into the skin of your chest, just above one of your breasts. “To taste you.” he sighed, his fingers slipping down to glide over your clothed pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” you groaned and he chuckled, smirking against your skin.
“Baby, I know. You love the way I eat you out.” He sucked on the spot beneath his mouth and rubbed deeply at your pussy. “I love it, too.” He licked at the spot he’d been sucking on and peppered wet kisses down over your breast.
Suddenly, he lifted his head up to gaze heatedly at you.
“I love you.” he fervently said.
“I love you, too.” you murmured in fervency, staring back into his eyes just as intensely. You wanted him to see and hear the sincerity of it and hoped that he did. Gently, you swept his hair off his face with delicate fingers, and then cupped his cheek. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”
There was only a second that you were able to glimpse the way his face and eyes lit up with pure joy before he kissed you with more gratitude and more passion than ever before.
Though both of you were enjoying the way things had been going, it proved too slow for either of your liking when it had been so long since you’d had sex.
It didn’t take long until you both started desperately yanking clothes off of each other. His shirt was first. Then your pants. His pants and underwear. Your panties...
True to what he said before, he insisted on you keeping his jacket on and didn’t even bother to get your shirt or bra off of you the rest of the way. He was on top of you, grinding and bucking against you before you could even suggest again to take them off and put the jacket back on. Not that it mattered to you either way. As long as he fucked you, you didn’t care what you were or weren’t wearing.
He took the time to finger you, thrusting carefully at first. When he realized you wanted more, he let go and finger fucked you until you came around his fingers. Now that he was sure you could take his cock again after so long, he gripped your thigh and hiked your leg upward as he rolled his hips into yours. Your back arched, already wanting him more desperately than you could voice. He knew you well, though, thankfully.
He lined himself up and pushed all the way in as deep as he could go. There was no real pause, he started thrusting deep. The two of you let out simultaneous sighs of relief and then moaned together. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, thrusting faster, harder, until your body was moving on the bed from his rhythm.
Wrapping your body around him as much as you could, you held him. He sighed in appreciation, gripping your side and hip tighter.
When you were getting closer to cumming, he started kissing on your shoulder and neck. Deep, passionate kisses that lingered. The moment he knew you were almost there, he started rubbing your clit the way he knew you loved and lifted his face up high enough to watch you cum.
As his eyes stayed focused on your face, his hips became more erratic. It didn’t take long until he made the most beautiful sound that toppled out of his parted lips as he came deep inside you.
His eyes closed, face scrunching from the pleasure that was consuming him. Was there anything more beautiful? Not in your mind, anyway.
Your fingers wove into his hair and you waited until he was able to gaze back at you and focus.
“I love you.” you murmured, pulling him into a sweet kiss.
“I love you.” he whispered against your lips, breathless; before allowing himself to lay there limply on top of you.
The two of you stayed like that, holding each other, occasionally pressing soft kisses into each others skin. Until sleep overtook both of you and you fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning, you woke with Jungkook sprawled across your body, his limbs tangled with yours. Groaning, you tried to stretch, to even move the slightest inch. His weight on you didn’t allow for much, and once you’d so much as shifted your arms and legs, he let out the softest, most adorable whimper you’ve ever heard and shifted so that he was covering more of your body with his. His hands gently gripped the sheet on either side of your body, and his nose dug deeper into the side of your neck. Apparently you weren’t going anywhere until he woke as well.
Affectionately smiling to yourself over how endearing he is, you carefully, light as a butterflies wing, trailed your fingers over his hair, then wove them into the strands.
A soft sigh reached your ears and then one of his hands slid from the bed and onto your side.
“Morning.” he sighed, groggy. He shifted a bit and then managed to lift his head up to peer at you through sleepy eyes.
“Morning.” you replied, smoothing his sex and sleep messed hair off of his face.
He took in the soft way you were smiling at him and then something clicked in his brain.
Suddenly his eyes were wide and fully alert, his breathing picking up.
“We’re back together.” he recalled in a sleep roughed voice.
“Mhm.” you chuckled, continuing to smooth his hair.
“We fucked.” he continued on in the same manner.
“Yep.” you smugly replied.
A smile so beautiful broke across his face, like the sun rising in the morning after a long, dreary night. It lit his eyes and warmed your heart.
“You love me.” he said in awed happiness, full of emotion.
“Yes.” you softly replied, the smile on your own face deepening, even softer now.
He jubilantly hugged onto you the best he could given the current position the two of you were laying in.
“I love you and you love me back and I can’t ask for anything else of life!”
You giggled a moment and then stroked his shoulder.
“What about getting that diploma?” you smugly asked.
He froze, then pulled back to blink at you. It was obvious he’d forgotten all about the reason you’d come back to Jin’s.
“I can graduate...!” he enthused in shock.
“Yes, baby, you will.” You caressed his back with both hands.
He beamed down at you for a while and then shifted to sit next to you.
“I should tell Yoongi. Jin is out again.” he explained. “Yoongi stayed here to look after me. Though he flat out denies that’s why he stayed all week.” he chuckled. Pausing, he turned thoughtful. “Or should I tell all of them at the same time?” He stared off into nothing as he contemplated his options; then looked back down at you. “Will you stay the weekend? I know you didn’t bring anything because you weren’t planning on this happening. But...the guys will be so pumped when they see you and hear you’re back for good.”
Smiling shyly, you sat up and kissed on his shoulder.
“I’d love to stay the weekend.” you replied.
His smile stretched wider, his arm looping around your waist.
“You can wear more of my clothes. If you need to.” he smugly crooned.
His eyes swept over your mostly naked form and you remembered you were still in your bra and ripped shirt. And his jacket.
“I’ll make us breakfast. You can pick out whatever you want of mine.” He kissed the top of your head and got up, dressing in only his sweatpants.
After he went downstairs, you stretched real good and then sighed, before you went to look through his clothes for a shirt to wear. You picked one out...one of your favorites. It was one that you’d noticed he started to wear more frequently after you’d mentioned that fact only once. You searched for your panties and slipped them back on and then your pants. Your backpack was still in the car, and you really didn’t want to ask him to go get it for you. You could get it later.
Joining him in the kitchen, you easily fell back into routine. The soft, warm smiles and shared looks, the touches and caresses...
“I’ve missed making you breakfast.” he commented, platting up for you.
“I’ve missed it too. But I missed you even more.”
He handed you the plate, kissing the top of your head.
“Missed me...and my cock, you mean?” he smugly teased.
Gasping, you swatted at him with your free hand. He sent you a you-know-it’s-true look and turned to plate up his own breakfast.
There was a clattering of keys outside the front door, and then the door opened and gently closed.
“I came back, I forgot my-Oh...” Yoongi called out, breaking in over himself when he pushed the kitchen door open and spotted the two of you standing there with your plates of food.
His eyes darted around the room, trying to land on anything but either of you. But especially you. His ears were a little red, his cheeks starting to dust rose as he sheepishly stared at the counter between where you were standing and his position by the door.
“My bad...I ah...I thought you two would still be in...bed...” He cleared his throat and something about it was adorable. He was embarrassed more than either of you were.
You glanced up at Jungkook and watched the way he eyed his friend speculatively. As he stared at him, his eyes narrowed slightly and he stood at his full height.
“What did you see?” he asked in a deep, rough, and intimidating voice.
Yoongi’s eyes went as wide as they could go at the exact moment your own eyes did the same.
“N-nothing! I saw nothing, swear!” he quickly, loudly replied.
“You’re acting like that and telling me you didn’t see anything?” One of Jungkook’s brows rose towards the ceiling, his jaw setting. Why was that so hot? Inwardly you groaned. If you weren’t so mortified at the moment, you might have taken him by the hand and pulled him back to his room...
“I didn’t!” Yoongi exclaimed, mildly panicked. “I...well you left the door open so it wasn’t like I could help hearing what the two of you were doing! I left before it got...you know...” he winced, looking at the counter again.
“Hellooo.” Jin’s voice called from near the front door. The door closed, harder than how Yoongi had closed it, and the sound echoed through the house. “I’m hooome.” he cheerfully continued. “Yoongi, Jungkook...?”
The door to the kitchen swung open again, his cheerful face turning to full on shock when he saw the scene before him.
“Y/n?” he asked in a stunned but excited voice.
“Hi, Seokjin.” you shyly replied, waving in small mildly embarrassed waves.
His smile returned and he clapped Yoongi on the back.
“Our baby has his baby back! All is right with the world again!”
Yoongi grumbled something under his breath and Jin let out one of his signature windshield laughs. Oh how you missed them, too.
“See, Jungkook? I told you things would turn around and start looking up.” he pointed out, then nodded once, sure and confident.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Jungkook responded, a little shy and embarrassed, and ruffled his hair.
“When did you get back, Y/n?” he asked, ignoring him.
“She got back yesterday afternoon.” Yoongi discontentedly informed.
“Aren’t you happy she’s back, too?” Jin responded, looking a bit disappointed in his friends behavior.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Than what’s with that look and the tone?”
“You didn’t have to hear them...getting back together...” he replied, a bit ruffled.
Jin blinked and then looked at each person one by one.
“Is that what’s up with all the awkward expressions?”
“No,” Yoongi snarked, “we just decided to play a game of ‘who can stand here looking awkward the longest’...” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “I had to find somewhere else to sleep last night because I knew the two teenagers wouldn’t stop going at it for a while, maybe into late morning.”
Hands flying up to cover your face, you suppressed an embarrassed groan.
“We...we’re not...Hey we may be teenagers still, but we’re adults, Yoongi!” Jungkook sputtered in a defensive but embarrassed way.
Peeking through your fingers, he had that look. The one he got whenever he was shy and embarrassed and trying desperately to counter it. That stubborn pout of his lips. It was so endearing. Oh how you love him.
“Y/n, what a sweet, love filled smile that is on your face.” Jin said in a soft way. The smug curl of his lips as he observed you and Jungkook made your cheeks heat even more.
“Uhm...” you sheepishly muttered, averting your eyes from any of the men standing there in the kitchen with you.
While you’ve had similar interactions like this, it was way different this time. For one, it was known how much in love the two of you are, that you’re together in a more official capacity. There was no avoiding or pretending things weren’t as serious as they really were. No more uncertainty. He loves you and you love him.
For another; while you’d been overheard in the past, it was quite different. The way Yoongi put it made it seem like more than it was. After all, Jungkook had gotten you to scream his name with every one of his family of friends in the house and had marked you up good. It wasn’t like that, though. This seemed much more intimate. And maybe it really was. He’d fucked you, not made love to you. But it had that same sentiment behind it. And that’s what made your cheeks burn more than the last time.
What surprised you more was the fact that Jungkook was just as embarrassed and shy about this. It was all over his face and in the way he couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. Something about that fact, the look in his eyes, melted you even more.
“Am I going to be able to sleep in my own bed tonight?” Yoongi asked, still a bit disgruntled.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, his ears turning deeper red.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want. I can’t make any promises that we won’t...” For all the indignation that started the sentence out, he trailed off awkwardly, shyly biting into his bottom lip as his cheeks flushed that lovely color you loved but were so rarely treated to.
“Alright, I understand.” Yoongi responded in a surprisingly soft way. “You two are young and in love. I get it. We’ll get used to it and put up with it until you get it out of your system and level off.” He gave a sweet, soft gummy smile and walked over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. The fond way he was smiling at him made your heart beat with appreciation and pride.
“Who says we’ll ‘level off’?” Jungkook muttered as Yoongi walked away from him.
His dispute to his friends comment, though quiet, hadn’t been quiet enough. Jin laughed that laugh you loved again, and Yoongi chuckled softly. As for you...another flush rushed through your cheeks and you couldn’t keep this shy whimper in this time.
Jungkook’s immediate reaction was to snap his gaze to you and reach for you. Though he’d embarrassed himself by saying it, his first reaction was to make sure you were alright and to comfort you.
“We’re hooome!” Jimin’s voice shouted as the front door banged open. Was that the usual thing they said when they got here? That similar announcement?
Taehyung’s laugh filled the house and Jimin’s quickly joined it.
“You two, take it down several notches!” came Hobi’s chastising voice. “Jungkook is going through the worst time of his life. And that’s saying something and you know that.”
“Oops.” Taehyung guiltily said in a much more subdued voice.
“Shit. I didn’t mean to...I hope I didn’t disturb him or anything.” Jimin said in just as guilty a way.
“I know; but we need to be more...why is Jin’s coat on the floor by the kitchen?” Hoseok said, his tone turning confused as he spotted the coat in question.
“I hope he stopped crying. It hurts when he cries.” Taehyung said, ignoring the coat question.
“It hurts more than when I feel like crying for myself.” Jimin’s voice was getting closer, a note of confusion as he too was growing intrigued by the coat on the floor.
“He never leaves clothes on the floor.” Hobi said, baffled and worried. He pushed into the kitchen and gasped upon seeing the small group of you standing there awkwardly.
“What?” he asked in that surprised but excited way only Hobi could.
“What...what’s happening in the kitchen?” Jimin inquired, hurrying up behind him.
He froze, his mouth dropping open the moment he saw what caused Hoseok to react the way he had.
“I don’t want to miss out on this, what’s going on?” Taehyung excitedly called out, coming up to squeeze past them.
“Y/n?!” he exclaimed in surprised delight. His boxy smile was a sight for sore eyes, and his sweet chuckle was music to your ears. Jungkook wasn’t the only one you’d missed, after all. You’d missed every single one of them.
“Y/n!” Taehyung enthused as he took off to attack you with a big bear hug. “You’re here, you’re here!” He pulled back and held you at arms length, staring down at you as if to check if he was really seeing you there. “You’re here.” he softly repeated with a warm smile. He wrapped you up in another big, warm bear hug and rocked you slightly.
“Hey...” Jungkook nervously said. “Hey...!” he repeated a little louder when no one said anything in reply, a little more panicked. “That’s my girlfriend!” he exclaimed, his hands squeezing between your body and Tae’s to try to peel you away from him.
“Yes!” Jimin suddenly shouted with exuberance. You were able to just make out the way his arms had flung sky high as he jumped up into the air as he shouted the word. “He finally admits it! He said it, he said it!” He turned to Hoseok, pleased as punch, and tugged on his arm. “They’re official and admitting it!”
“I’m aware, Jimin.” Hobi responded in an affectionate way, patting and smoothing down his friend’s hair with a soft smile.
“Great...we’re all on the same page. Who’s making breakfast?” Yoongi griped, but he was wearing that fond smile still.
“Tag, Yoongi.” Jin said, tapping his shoulder and then bursting into another round of windshield laughter.
Yoongi’s expression in reaction was priceless. It made the whole kitchen burst with laughter, and he even gave a tiny chuckle himself.
“Why is there food already, though?” Taehyung asked, staring at the two abandoned plates on the counter. His hand was still touching you, wrapped securely but gently around your wrist. Jungkook eyed it, clearly displeased, but there was an underlying current to his expression that made you think he was also happy. Because his friends - his family - adored you, too.
“The teenagers had a night of it and made themselves breakfast before anyone else arrived.” Yoongi announced.
“For fucks sake, Yoongi, please stop putting it that way!” Jungkook exclaimed, a little whiny.
“I bet they did.” Hoseok muttered under his breath, smiling wolfishly.
Jimin laughed a deep, suggestive laugh that only aided in bringing on another deep flush of your cheeks. And Jungkook’s.
“We have sex a normal amount.” he muttered under his breath, pouting. “Well, for us anyway.” His soft, shy bunny smile made your heart skip a few beats and then take off sprinting. You didn’t even mind what he’d said. That sweet, soft look he was exhibiting was too lovely to care about anything else.
“You have a fuck ton more than you used to before Y/n.” Taehyung commented, casual, then shrugged. A pout slipped onto his face and he gave Jungkook an accusatory look. “And you stopped telling us explicitly about your sex life after you finally got her to go out with you.”
“What?!” you exclaimed, flabbergasted.
“Tae!” Jungkook shouted at the exact same time, whining.
“What?” he replied, blinking, confused and innocent.
“Jungkook...” you started, turning towards him, “what does he mean by that?”
He avoided your eyes and laughed nervously.
“Well I didn’t think you’d like me talking about our sex life with them.” he replied. That wasn’t what you meant. And judging by the way he was acting, he knew it too.
“He was totally into yo-” Tae started to answer for him, but was cut off by an anxious, embarrassed Jungkook putting him into a playful headlock.
“Come here you little fucker.” he said, carefully leading Taehyung out of the kitchen with his arm still locked around him. He whispered something into Tae’s ear and Tae sheepishly smiled up at him, apologetic.
“Your food is cold by now. Frigid perhaps.” Jin commented as he turned to follow Jungkook and Taehyung into the living room. “Yoongi, you know what we like.” he smartly added, sending a winning smile to his friend.
“Why did I have to mention breakfast...” Yoongi pouted. He sighed and then went to work getting things ready to make a full family breakfast.
“Thanks, Yoongi.” you softly said, pecking his cheek with an appreciative, affectionate kiss.
Instantly he was flustered, his cheeks and ears turning red.
“Sure...i-it’s nothing.” he replied, stuttering a bit in his shy state.
“Y/n,” Jimin spoke as you made your way towards the door, “before Taehyung can claim the spot next to you, and before Jungkook can object...can I sit next to you when we play a game or watch a movie after breakfast?”
His cute puppy look could melt the coldest heart. Not that yours was. It was the warmest you’d ever felt.
“Sure.” you agreed as you walked beside him.
He looped an arm over your shoulder and sent you a brilliant smile.
“If Jungkook pummels you after getting too cozy with his girlfriend; can I have your game station?” Hoseok joked, following the two of you through the kitchen door.
Jimin sent him a withering glance and then squeezed you closer to himself.
“Pay no mind...Jungkook would never actually beat me up for something so trivial as cuddling with his girlfriend. Right?” he said it in false confidence, but you could see the nervous way his lips curled into a smile.
The three of you came to a full stop upon entering the living room.
There, on the floor, was Jungkook and Taehyung, locked in a heated wrestling match.
“You better keep your mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for you!”
Jungkook was clearly winning. But what else could be expected?
“Get over it, Jungkookie! I slipped!”
“You did it on purpose!”
“No I didn’t!”
They rolled around some more, wordless but grunting as each tried to gain the upper hand. Which was comical, because no matter what Taehyung tried, Jungkook overpowered and or out maneuvered him each and every time.
“Besides, what’s the harm of saying things like that!” Tae shouted, trying in vain to flip Jungkook over.
“You shouldn’t, ok? Leave it at that!” Jungkook shouted back.
“Why not?! Why can’t I?!” Tae yelled. More like loudly whining.
“She’s my girlfriend!” Jungkook loudly grunted.
“She’s my friend!” Taehyung countered back.
“She’s! My! Girlfriend!” Jungkook shouted, pinning Tae down. Actually, it was a bit of a growl. He glared down at him, a snarl on his face.
Jimin peeked at you, then looked up at Hoseok. Hoseok nervously smiled back at Jimin, looking a little scared, and Jimin closed his eyes.
“I’m fucked. He’s going to pummel me for sure.” he said in a low, doomed way.
Jin laughed heartily as he came over to join the three of you, all of you watching the two on the floor with various expressions.
“It’s all in fun; don’t worry, Y/n. Jungkookie still adores TaeTae. He’s just...highly protective and a little too easily jealous.” Jin patted your back to comfort you.
Taehyung overheard him and sent a bright, dashing smile to you and playfully winked.
“Hey, Jungkookie...” he started out, the playful, teasing tone already sending warning bells off in your head. Jungkook might adore him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get mad at him for real. “How long did you say you had a thing for Y/-”
Jungkook’s hand flashed like lightning to clamp over Taehyung’s mouth.
“Shut up, for fucks sake, please!” Jungkook cried out, in full panic mode, and more embarrassed than you’d ever seen him.
“Welcome to the family.” Yoongi gently said as he joined the rest in the living room. He was staring in that fond way at his two babies on the floor. He turned his head to fix you with a softening smile and your heart swelled with increasing hope and happiness.
Jungkook smiled up at you then. Not that cocky grin he used to give you and everyone else. Not the knowing smirk, or the teasing one. It wasn’t any of the ones you knew well by now. No...this one was all warmth and love, pure joy at your existence and that you are a part of his life.
Family. That’s what you wanted with him. A real family. Now you were brave enough to dare to hope for such a thing. To dream of a future that might not be that impossible after all.
Summary: Now that you and Jungkook have gone “public”, things start to change again. The entire school is abuzz about the two of you, and you can’t get used to the stares he’s well used to by now. He’s been stared at and whispered about from the first day he stepped foot on campus. But you? It’s all new to you. But anything is endurable...if you have Jungkook by your side and in your life.
Warnings: Smut, language; unprotected sex (stay safe!), physical harm, brief depiction of assault, mentions of mental and emotional abuse, depictions of destruction of property.
a/n: to head off questions about whether there will be more parts or not, I’m going ahead and reminding everyone that there is going to be a minimum of 17 parts.
The next morning you greeted Jungkook with a dejected pout as you glimpsed his form unusually early as he sat in first period. You needed to find the time to go shopping for the new outfits you were eager to wear. Certainly he would know what stores to shop at, since you’d been confined to the look expected of you from your parents and stuck to the stores they deemed appropriate.
All morning you’d absentmindedly pondered whether he would want to go with you and help you decide on what to get for yourself. He might. You could already see the way he’d eye fuck you if he did.
He smiled as soon as he saw you, his lips twitching with amusement the moment he saw your pouty expression. When you sat down his smile widened as he shook his head in tiny shakes, then pulled you into him.
“Aw, what is it, Sweetheart? Wanted to get me going again like yesterday?” he taunted.
“Yes, of course.” you flirted back, playfully pouting at him, and he kissed your cheek before shrugging at the judgmental glare of the teacher.
The next class was one of those dreaded classes without him, and it was with regret that the two of you separated. Watching him walk away tugged at your heart, but you shoved it down.
“You’re kidding yourself, Y/n.” The voice in the crowd behind you sent a chill through your body and you instantly started curling in on yourself.
“Leave me alone.” you muttered loud enough for him to hear you.
“Hey, come on, I know what you’re doing. It’s pathetic and ridiculous.” This brought you to a full stop, sending daggers with your eyes to the owner of the voice you dreaded the most. “He’s only using you. You’re using him, too; but I would’ve thought better of you.”
“It’s none of your business.” The near growl of the words barely fazed him.
“It is, though.” The look he gave, his body language, it all said he thought it was the most obvious thing. But he couldn’t be more wrong. In more than one way.
“It really isn’t.” you countered in a dark tone.
“I know you’re doing this to get back at me for dumping you and to get me back. You know you’re going to be my girl again.”
“That isn’t even close to what’s going on with me and Jungkook.”
“Just drop this shit; stop being stupid and be my girl again. You know you’ll always be my girl.”
“I am not and never again will be your girl. And you didn’t dump me; I wised up and broke up with you. I should have done it early on; but I was naive and you were manipulating. It’s over and it’ll never happen again.”
“Stop kidding yourself, you’re more stupid than I thought. Jungkook?! Jeon Jungkook?! What a joke. He’s the biggest fuckboy ever and treats girls badly. He’s going to break your heart worse than I broke it. He’s not worth it, he’s not a good guy.”
You weren’t sure if he was more upset that you were giving him push back or if the, in his mind anyway, reason you were was because you were involved with Jungkook.
“Jeon Jungkook is the best man I have ever known!” you retaliated, voice even louder than his as you glared up at him with the full force of your anger. He actually looked a little scared at this. Good.
“You’re a manipulator, an abuser; and yet because you put on this ‘good boy’ act that everyone falls for you think you’re actually a good guy?! You’re nothing like Jungkook, and he’s what makes a man, a real man. A good man. The best kind of man. Whether he breaks my heart or not is on me. It has nothing to do with you. You’re out of my life permanently, and if you approach me again, I’ll make you regret it.”
Not giving him a second glance, you turned and stormed off down the hall.
“I’m not done with you!” he shouted after you.
Ignoring him the best you could, your focus stayed on the route ahead of you. And so, you couldn’t see his approach and it was too late before you realized your mistake. You shouldn’t have turned your back on him.
His hands were dragging you with him, your feet struggling to find footing that he wouldn’t allow you to find.
Back against a wall once again, the terror ripping through you swallowed you whole.
“You’re going to stay my girl. You’re going to remember who you belong to.”
Pinned with one hand, both of yours dug at his arm, trying to free yourself. A groping hand grabbed at your ass, jerking your hips forward against his forcefully when you struggled to get away.
“Stop! Stop now! No!” you screamed, continuing to tug with all your might, but he was much too strong for you. Surely someone would come to your aid? Where was Jungkook?
The horror of the situation was much worse when you noticed where you were. He’d taken you to an empty room. The janitors closet. And the door was closed. You needed to get away. Fast.
Eyes wildly searching for any way to get out of this situation, they fell on the handle of a hammer sticking out of a bucket. There was no thought but to escape. Nothing but terror and rage that this was happening to you.
It was much easier than you thought it would be to grab onto the end of the hammer and slam it down, the force of the blow landing on his arm with a nauseating crack before a blood curdling scream pounded your eardrums.
His hand dropped free from holding you in place to clutch at his broken arm, and the way he bent over himself gave you enough time to get to the door and fling it open. You ran out into the hall, instantly aware just how empty it was and that there was likely no one that witnessed any of this. If anyone had, they were long gone.
Your feet couldn’t carry you away fast enough as you took off down the halls, not knowing what else to do but get to class, any class, full of other people.
What you really wanted was Jungkook. You needed Jungkook.
Part of you wanted to go to his class and stay there with him, even if it wasn’t your class. But you thought better of it. As the tears continued rolling down your cheeks, sensing the frazzled expression on your face; you knew he would know something happened and would react. If he found out exactly what happened...you shivered at the thought. Nothing would stop him.
Outside of that thought, there was also the fact there were no witnesses. It would be your word against your ex’, and he had a good reputation to the staff and most of the students. And if he was off telling anyone what you did, you couldn’t possibly get into real trouble. One because neither of you had proof against the other, and two, if he dared tell he was risking it coming to light what he’d done to you. And if that happened, it’d stain his reputation in the least. With a scholarship on the line, it wasn’t likely he’d risk damaging his clean reputation.
It was tempting to go tell the staff about what happened; maybe they’d believe you. After all, you had a good reputation as well. But the reason you didn’t was for a very good reason. Because if Jungkook found out, there was no telling what he might do. You wouldn’t risk him getting in trouble, especially if it could mean it could get him kicked out of school.
With him in mind, you made an abrupt turn to dash into the bathroom. If you took a few minutes to calm down and get rid of any signs of crying, maybe it’d be like nothing happened, and maybe he wouldn’t suspect a thing.
Placing your hand on the door to the girls bathroom, you swung it open only to be greeted with another sickening sight. It had your feet instantly moving before you could think of anything.
“Y/n!”
No. You couldn’t respond to this voice either. Keep running. That’s all you needed to do. Keep running.
“Y/n, wait; Y/n please stop!”
No. Don’t listen to him.
For the second time today strong hands grabbed onto you, only these were much, much more gentle as they spun you to face the panicked stricken face of the one person you thought you could trust above all else.
“It wasn’t what it looked like, please, you have to believe me.” he begged.
Silence met his pleading and the crushing fall of his face made you waver.
“What was it then?” you asked, brow raised.
“She isn’t happy that I’m with you. She thinks it should be her because I’ve gone back to her more times than anyone else. But Y/n, I swear to you I’ve not given her another thought since we started our agreement.” he rushed to explain. “I humored her and heard her out, told her it wasn’t ever going to happen again, and was about to leave. That’s all.”
Thinking back to the scene you’d stumbled upon, it was true he was still very clothed and there was plenty of space between them. His hands had been held up in the air as if in defense, and one foot was stepping backwards to try to gain more distance from her. His expression, from the split second you had seen before taking off as fast as you could, had been one of distress.
Staring up into his sincere eyes, the fright and sheer panic in them was undeniable.
“I believe you.” you whispered.
Relief swept his features, his whole body relaxing. A hint of a smile appeared for the smallest of moments, until his eyes swept over your face and then down and back up over your body.
“Wait.” He went pale so fast it sent your heart through the floor. “What’s wrong?” How did he know so easily?
Shaking your head, you tried to deny anything was wrong to spare him.
Instantly his arms were around you, holding you tightly against him.
“Please tell me, Y/n. You can trust me with anything.” he pled into your hair.
Body wrecked by sudden sobs that started without warning and without permission, you stood there in his arms. The sobs ripped out of you and his arms tightened around you in growing desperation.
“Shit. Please tell me?” The despair in his voice as he begged you to tell him what was wrong broke you more.
You didn’t want to hurt him. But he really was the only person you could trust and knew you were safe with.
“My ex. He...” You couldn’t get the words out. They choked in your throat in the form of another sob.
“What did he do?” he uttered in a voice void of anything, making an effort to keep his expression neutral.
“He got me into the janitor’s closet, he groped me. I-I thought he was going to do more, but...” you trailed off as something flashed in his eyes. “Jungkook?”
The tension in his body as he stood there, hands managing to remain gentle with their hold on you, made your blood drain out of your feet. This is what you’d feared about telling him or if he found out some other way.
“I’m going to break him in half.” he menacingly growled in a low voice. The malice and rage in his eyes sent sheer terror through you. Not for yourself, but for anyone else that tried to stop him.
“No, Jungkook. He isn’t worth it.”
“The fuck he isn’t! Y/n, he assaulted you! He’ll be lucky if I can stop myself-”
“Please. Please, for me? Just let it go and let’s move on. For me?” you pled, gripping onto him in desperation.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” his voice was dull, deadly.
“Come on, take me to class.”
“I’m staying with you.” There was no question, he was going to whether you wanted him to or not.
“You’re being silly. All you have to do is take me to class and I’ll wait there until you come back to go to our next class.”
Shaking his head slowly, the stubborn insistence remained in his eyes. With a sigh, you headed to class, his arm never leaving you for a moment.
In class everyone was clearly baffled why he was there when this wasn’t his class, but he ignored them all; and the teacher was too scared of him to even question it. He merely continued on with his lesson in a flustered manner.
Half way through the period, the door opened and your principle stepped inside, his gaze falling to you.
“Sorry for interrupting, but I need to talk with Miss Y/L/N.”
All eyes whipped towards you, every single person stunned as to why you of all people had the principle himself pulling you out of class to talk.
Waring with yourself in your head, you tried not to gulp or show any sign that you knew what this was bound to be about. Your ex must have risked talking after all.
“Me?” You feigned confusion, forcing a tiny worried crease between your brows. Everyone would believe you’d be scared of getting in trouble. Everyone expected it.
“About what?” you asked, keeping up the act.
“Come along and we’ll discuss it in my office.” was his response.
Jungkook’s hand darted to your thigh, gripping it as if on some reflex to keep you beside himself. Or was it just to keep you seated, defiant that you might be about to get in trouble for something that wasn’t your fault.
“Is it important? I don’t want to miss class over whatever it is.”
Mr. Lim hesitated, his mouth opening only to close as he studied your face.
You saw it in his eyes, he was second guessing whatever it was already.
“Could you tell me what it’s about at least?” you inquired, darting your eyes to the board and your teacher as if worried about what you might miss.
“An incident not too long ago. In the hall.” he obliged.
The hall? Was he serious? Your ex tattled and said it was in the hall? He left out the parts that made him look bad, to be sure.
“The hall?” you asked, brows scrunching in fake confusion.
Mr. Lim glanced about, unsure now.
“Yes.” he replied.
“Can you ask me here? I really don’t want to miss any of this class.”
Not really, it was more so that you didn’t want your ex to be in the principle’s office and able to get you alone again after the two of you were dismissed from it.
“Well...I was informed that you might have assaulted your ex in the hall?” his voice went up in question at the end, second guessing the reported situation. He thought it unlikely that you’d do such a thing. You were a good girl in his eyes.
The entire class and your teacher stared at you in deepening shock.
“I walked away from a situation he was trying to escalate.” you slowly stated, as if trying to figure out what he could mean.
“That’s true; I saw her walking away from him as I passed her to come to this class. She was definitely trying to get away from him and whatever he was trying to do.” A girl a year younger than you spoke up on your behalf. You couldn’t remember her name, but she was the one that had shared her lunch with you once, when she found you crying from hunger in the bathroom.
“And...you didn’t go back to break his arm?” Mr. Lim asked you, clearly filled with doubt and wishful that you remained the goody two shoes he knew you to be.
Everyone gasped in unison, all but your principle, yourself...and Jungkook.
“She was with me from the moment she walked away onward.” Jungkook interjected, trying, in his way, to defend you and keep you from getting in trouble. “She couldn’t do such a thing; this is a joke.”
Mr. Lim didn’t seem pleased with Jungkook, but his words relieved him a bit. He was quick to buy what he was saying - this time at least. Only because your reputation made it seem ridiculous to him as is.
“The information told to me must be wrong...” Mr. Lim slowly said, distracted. “Carry on, sorry for the disruption.” he spoke to the teacher, nodding to him as he left.
The lesson resumed, though everyone was still distracted. A few pairs of eyes continued to glance your way and you ignored them.
Jungkook bent his head closer to yours as his arm swung around your shoulders, flexing it tighter against you as he gave your form a little squeeze.
“You broke his arm?” he inquired.
The sheepish expression you felt slip onto your face brought an odd joy to his face, his shoulders jolting in silent laughter as he smooshed his lips together in effort to not let the laugh escape him.
“Can you come to Jin’s this weekend?” he suddenly asked, serious again. But it was a different kind of serious. Hopeful...a little contemplative but sure.
“Yeah, I’m free to go to Seokjin’s anytime.” you replied with a smile.
A tiny smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he rubbed gently on your back.
“We can stop at some stores on the way.” he added, smile turning into a smirk. “Buy some of those clothes you wanted to get.”
“Definitely.” you practically purred, knowing full well he’d like to watch you model each outfit off for him...and help you out of them, too. Well...once you were at Jin’s.
The next day, Jungkook was there early in the morning, parked down the street from your house, were he normally parked when he came to pick you up.
His text had startled you as you lounged in bed, feeling too lazy to get up and get ready like you knew you should. It alerted you to his arrival and request to drive you to school. From the moment you read it through the first time, you felt light as a feather. Knowing he was waiting for you made it easy for you to get going, and you got ready in record time. After all...the faster you were, the sooner you could hurry out to meet him.
“Good morning, Sweetheart.” he greeted with an easy, soft smile as you got into his car. He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.
“Good morning.” you greeted back, cheerfulness saturating your voice.
He took a moment to help you buckle and ensure your safety and then pulled out from the roadside into the proper lane. How was he so sweet, so gentle?
“If you’re up to it, we could go shopping later?” he asked, peeking over at you quickly before turning his eyes back to the road.
“That sounds great.” you eagerly replied, reaching over a moment later to smooth his hair from the side of his face, tucking the strands behind his ear; though they were barely long enough to stay there.
A huge smile broke across his face, his eyes scrunching into crescents, and your heart fluttered. He made you so happy. How did this happen? It wasn’t supposed to get this deep. It was supposed to be only fucking when you needed. Now you needed his smiles and warm, gentle gaze, his beautiful voice more than anything else in the whole universe.
“There’s this nice restaurant near the stores I wanted to take you to, if you’re down?” He gave a nervous glance to your reaction and then stared at the road ahead, adjusting his hand position on the wheel.
“Jungkook...I’m not sure. I’m not really the fancy restaurant type.” you tried to put it gently.
“Oh...oh...” he uttered, the first being a little disappointed, but the second sounding surprised and a little relieved. “Well if that’s the case, we could go to this shitty little place near it instead.” he joked, his teasing smile and tone making you laugh.
“In seriousness, though.” he continued on, turning a little more serious again. “I want to take you out somewhere...”
“That’s nice, Jungkookie, but I really would be happy grabbing fastfood between stores or something.”
He sighed then nodded, a little disappointed but going along with what you wanted.
“Another time?” you inquired, and his smile returned as he glanced at you again.
“Sure thing, Sweetheart.” he replied.
At school you couldn’t go anywhere, be in any class without feeling the stares of every one of your classmates. It made you feel self-conscious, fidgeting frequently. The only thing that calmed you was when you would start to shift around too much or fidget extra, Jungkook would calmly take your hand in his, or gently squeeze at your thigh. Like they were gestures of some form of solidarity and comfort.
One of the girls he used to fuck kept glaring at you...the one that you’d spotted in the bathroom with him the day before. If that saying was true...that’s the way she glared at you. It didn’t faze Jungkook other than that he clearly didn’t like you getting negative attention and that he didn’t seem to like you getting hurt in any way.
During one of your classes, you asked to be excused to go to the bathroom, and when you did, she apparently asked to go as well. And when you came out of the stall, she tried to slap your face. Thanks to quick reflexes from time with your ex, you dodged out of the way just in time; but she slammed into you with her shoulder on her way out.
“Stay away from Jungkook, or this will get worse for you.” she muttered under her breath.
You couldn’t believe she was being so ridiculous. It wasn’t your fault you fucked him better than her, and that that resulted in him pursuing you and staying exclusive with you.
His anxious gaze followed you back to his side, and the moment he could, he reached for you and helped you sit, his arms coiling around you as if to protect you from you weren’t sure what.
The incident earlier coupled with all the unwanted attention made you anxious to get out of school; so you plotted to make an escape.
When you tugged on Jungkook’s hand, pulling him towards the exit, he followed you easily. Though confused, a curious, co-conspiratorial light sparkled in his eyes. You got the impression that he would let you pull him anywhere and he’d follow you without question.
At his car, he waited until the two of you were buckled before turning his curious, expectant gaze fully on you.
“So, where are we going, baby?”
“My house.” you calmly informed, though you felt a flutter of panic in your chest.
“Really?” he asked, checking. He knew this was a big deal. He’d only been in your house once.
“Yep.” you answered, smiling.
His anticipation was palpable. It was like he couldn’t wait to get back into your room.
Suppressing a laugh, you bit into your lip and stared out the window. Wait until he found out what you wanted to do with him.
At your street, he parked far enough away, in case he needed to sneak out. He knew your parents couldn’t know about him. And that went double for knowing he was ever in your room. You didn’t mind the walk...you’d had to make that long walk quite a few times. When he’d helped you when your car was in the shop, and when things got bad at home.
The two of you giggled as you made your way, hiding behind this car or that, all the way up to your driveway. Several times he tapped on your ass; once going as far as to grab onto your hips and tug you into his body, only to release you and take off ahead of you. He really was excited to get to be in your room again. The thought, the smile on his face, and the look in his eyes filled your heart and brought a warm smile on your own face.
With a quick look down both directions of the street, you took his hand and pulled him along to hurry towards the front door to the house. Nervous fingers nearly dropped the keys in your hands over and over, but you finally got the right key in the door, quickly unlocking and swinging it open.
Jungkook waited politely for you to take his hand again, letting you pull him inside with you. He copied you as you took off your shoes at the door and padded along with his hand never letting go of yours.
He only had eyes for you, not caring to look around. Which surprised you a bit. You’d thought he would be curiously glancing around the house. It wasn’t like he got many chances to see what your life looked like outside of himself and school.
“Was there a reason you wanted us to come here?” he asked, the anticipation and expectation coloring his voice and sparking in his eyes.
Wordlessly, you tugged at his hand, smirking softly at him as you pulled him towards your room.
Once in your room, door securely closed and locked, you spun to see him standing there awkwardly. Like a lost puppy that wasn’t sure what to do.
“Uhm...may I sit, or?”
He looked so nervous, his bunny eyes wide, slightly scared. This reaction was a vast difference from the first time he’d been in your room.
“You can sit on my bed, if you want.” you told him, concealing a smirk by turning to set your backpack next to your desk.
“Oh...uh...ok...” he awkwardly replied, and it was all you could do not to laugh at how cute and endearing he was being.
When you turned back to him, he was sitting on the very edge of your bed, hands on his knees, back ramrod straight, his expression mutual; however, he was struggling to not let something show.
“You can relax, you know...” you teased, amused. You walked over, a smile starting to tug your lips upward, and he gulped.
“Y-yeah...sure...”
He tried to act more casual, placing his hands behind him to lean back on them, but his movements were too rigid to pass as such.
Chuckling, you took slow steps towards him.
“Jungkookie...are you nervous?” You bit your lip, tugging it with your teeth as he slowly raised his gaze to yours. This wasn’t a side you were used to seeing with him. In fact, you were certain you’d never actually seen him like this.
“I uhm...thought we could stop at this one store...Jimin gets his clothes there a lot.” he started, as if to distract you, or himself. You weren’t sure which one, or if it was both. “I-I think you might like some of the things they have there.” The way his voice stuttered as you slid your hands over his shoulders made the corner of your mouth lift in a pleased smirk.
“I’m not thinking of buying or putting any clothes on right now.” you murmured.
“O-oh?” he nervously asked, gulping again a moment later when you shook your head. “Wh-what were you thinki-” a lovely gasp toppled from his lips, cutting himself off as his already wide eyes went even bigger the second you straddled him.
Leaning closer, you smoothed your hands along his broad shoulders, one hand going up into his hair, the other trailing across his back. Tilting your head a bit, you pressed your lips to the skin of his neck. You loved the way his breath hitched. The way it instantly picked up, turning shallow. Each rise of his chest pressed up into your breasts, and the whole thing was electrifying and addictive.
Slowly, gently, his hands made their way onto your body. Trailed and glided softly up your legs, gripped your waist.
His head tilted back as you kissed and sucked on a spot you knew drove him exceptionally wild, his quiet, breathy moan bringing a smug, pleased smile to your lips. The way his hands tightened on your waist, his pelvis rolling up slightly without thought, unable to help himself...It made your boldness surge higher.
Trailing your hands down his body, you sought the hem of his shirt; and when you found it, you eased it up over his head and threw it aside.
“Are you sure?” he asked, checking. He knew how you felt about him in your house, your room....why he was never allowed in.
“We have time.” you quietly assured before capturing his lips with yours.
For a time, you got lost in the kiss, going slow, only making out at first. Eventually it grew too heated to keep to that. You were down to your panties by this point, and the way his heated, bare chest pressed to yours was every bit as delicious as it always was.
He carefully shifted you to sit on your bed and kissed you one more time. When the kiss broke off, he stared at you for a long few seconds before peeling off his pants and underwear in one go, and then shifted to kneel between your legs.
His hands shook as he lowered you down onto your bed, and they didn’t stop as he slid your panties off of you.
“Jungkook...” you murmured his name, not sure if you meant to ask him why he was so nervous, or simply because you needed to say his name. Whatever it was, it caught his attention, his gaze lifting back up to yours. His eyes were less wide then earlier, but they still remained a little wider than usual.
“Yes?” he whispered in response, like he might break some spell if he spoke any louder.
For a moment you didn’t say anything, and he stared down at you, waiting. Anticipating.
“Whatever happens, I’m happy we met. I’m happy we’re...” emotion threatened to consume you, so you stopped talking, blinking the impending tears from entering your eyes, swallowing thickly to dislodge the emotion.
His lips crashed to yours and it felt like an answer; an echo of the same sentiment. He kissed you with all the unsaid things right there on the surface, and you felt as if you couldn’t breathe, so overwhelmed with how he made you feel. How much you really were close to...
You pulled him down harder against you, needing him closer; though it seemed impossible for him to get any closer. Not without him actually being in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips angling upward in desperate imploring. You needed him to fill you and sweep you away into the world that existed only when it was just you and him.
His silent laugh ruffled your hair and gusted across your skin as he dropped his face down to better look into your eyes.
“Always so eager and impatient.” he murmured. It wasn’t a teasing or snarky comment. It was soft and gentle. Dare you say affectionate?
Biting into your lip, you smoothed your hands up the expanse of his back and gripped gently onto his shoulder blades.
“For you and your cock? Yes, always.” you murmured in response.
Something wonderful illuminated his eyes, sparked to life behind them and threatened to consume you whole. Unlike how it usually happened, he didn’t try to hide it from you. There was no smirk, no comment. He didn’t crash his lips to yours, nor drop his head onto your shoulder. He stayed there, so close to your face, staring deeper and deeper into your eyes.
You weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore, or if he was either. All you knew was that this was turning into a moment that was awfully close to both what you wanted and dreaded. If he saw through you in this moment...if he saw how he truly made you feel...But you couldn’t look away. Not when you saw the stars and planets in his eyes. Your dreams and wishes sparkling like diamonds in them.
“I want you so bad I can taste it.” he whispered, barely audible.
Closing the very short distance between you, you brushed your lower lip on his, not breaking the eye contact. It was almost in dare for him to keep it and continue on. To say something more.
His mouth parted further, his breathing picking up. And when he took a deeper breath, you thought maybe he was about to say what you wanted so badly for him to say.
Bright eyes flashed down to your lips and then back to your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, his kiss deep, passionate, imploring. It felt like he was begging for something, trying to get you to respond. All you could do was answer by moving your lips with his in perfect harmony.
Soon his hips bucked, rolling up into your pelvis. A silent moan fell from your lips and you detached your lips from his, glancing down to the way his erection pressed against you.
“Jungkook, please.” you whispered, eyes glued to his cock.
Another of his quiet laughs tickled your ears, and you looked back up to meet his waiting gaze.
“Anything you want, Sweetheart.” he murmured, rubbing his cock through your folds.
He pulled back enough to line himself up with your entrance and then slid slowly in as deep as he could go. He stayed there, trying to look into your eyes again, but you didn’t let this moment allow to show you as vulnerable as you felt. Instead you watched the way his body was connected to yours.
After a minute, he gave up waiting for you to look up at his face and started thrusting at a slow pace before taking off, crashing his hips against yours.
Jungkook made fast work of it, working your body all the ways he knew could get you to your bliss. And when he knew you were close, he teased and rubbed at your clit in fast, tight circles until you came around him hard.
He didn’t take much longer to cum inside you, shuddering as he released himself and coated your walls. He collapsed on top of you for a minute, breathing heavy as he came down, long inhales held a moment before long exhales tingled your sweat covered skin. Your limbs remained locked around him the whole time, until he started to pull out of you. When you let go, it felt like some sort of sting, like part of your heart left with him as he moved away from you to crash next to you on your bed.
“Wow. That was amazing.” he said, breathless as he continued to recover.
You glanced at him, turning your head to watch the way he was staring up at your ceiling. He was so beautiful. Everything about him was. Not just his physical appearance. He truly was beautiful on the inside as well. No one could ever convince you of anything otherwise.
As you watched, a tiny smile formed on his lips, a look filtering into his softening gaze. It was a moment you were certain that wasn’t meant for you to catch, but saw it you did. And you had a feeling you weren’t going to be able to get it out of your head.
Blinking, you joined in on staring up at the ceiling; before he could catch you staring at him.
“It was.” you breathed, a smile itching at the corners of your mouth.
He rolled over, the bed bouncing a bit as he shifted to face you and get closer. Delicate fingers touched at your shoulder, sliding gently down your arm to trace each of your fingers. Lacking bravery, you kept your eyes on the ceiling, refusing to look at him. What if he had that look in his eyes again? How could you keep pretending you didn’t notice it? Or how it made you feel for that matter.
“Part of me really can’t believe you brought me here, to your room...your bed where you sleep when you’re not with me, to fuck.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing at your neck. “Is this a dream? It feels like it can’t be real, but it is.”
Soft kisses peppered your neck, each one feeling like they were sealing the fate of your heart. His words echoed in your brain, not ceasing for one second as he continued to kiss on your skin.
Maybe it was a mistake to bring him here again. When he was gone out of your life, you’ll be left with this memory to torment you every time you step foot in your room. Let alone when you lay here alone.
His weight shifted as he moved closer, his body leaning more against yours as his hand caressed across your abdomen to curl his fingers at your side, pulling himself even closer. His at first soft kisses were growing in intensity, each one taking longer, pressing deeper, turning needy. You weren’t sure you could take another round with him in this room. The first was already a risk to you and your heart. One you now had to live with.
Shifting away, you started to sit up. Your heart squeezed painfully when his face fell as he watched you move away from him.
“Don’t you want to go another round?” he quietly asked. There was something he tried to hide in his voice, but you caught the edges of it anyway.
“We really shouldn’t. Not here.” you answered.
You pulled your hair over your shoulder, running your fingers through the strands.
His hand caressed at your shoulder and then across your bare back.
“Hey...” he gently said, then waited; but you didn’t respond. “Hey,” he repeated, “I get it...you’re scared of us getting caught. I understand.” He sat up to sit next to you and kissed on your shoulder. “We can go round after round this weekend.” There was a smile, a smirk in his voice. He sounded so sure of this. Like it was going to happen. Like it would continue to happen. Something about it eased you up a bit. He wasn’t planning on ending this yet. You still had time with him. And plenty of it by the sound of it.
Sighing, you finally turned to face him, smiling a bit.
“Promise?” you teased, though you wished it so in your heart.
“Of course, Sweetheart...anything for you.” he replied in similar fashion, then pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You pressed a brief kiss back and then pulled away, standing to get dressed.
He watched you dress for a minute, following you with his eyes as you made your way around your room to find your discarded clothes. When you encountered a piece of his clothes, you tossed them to him. However, he just caught them and held onto them, content to stay naked in your bed.
“How long do we have?” he finally spoke up. His mouth was turned down the tiniest bit, a regretful curl at the corners of his lips. He must really like that you brought him to your house...to your bed. Something you were likely to never be on the reciprocal end of.
“Not long.” you answered, doing a spin to check your room for anything that might be out of place.
Reluctantly, he started to move, slowly getting dressed. He kept his shirt off, leaving it dangling on the side of your bed as he stood. Running his hands through his hair, he glanced about your room. It seemed to you that he might be trying to commit it to memory.
“I know I’ve been here before, but...it feels different...” he said, a small, funny smile making an appearance by the end of his words.
“I suppose it does...” you said, your heart fluttering when he turned to give you one of his most devastating smiles.
“I like being here with you.”
That smile...those words,...why did he have to move you so much? It will hurt much worse when he ends things and walks away from you.
“And you don’t like being anywhere else with me?” you teased, smirking as you walked over towards him. It took all your effort to hide the pain you felt could hit at any minute. Whenever he decided he’d had enough of you and moved on.
His smile faltered, a look of true surprise and hurt wiping his face clean of anything else a moment later.
“Baby, you know I lo-like spending time with you no matter where we are.” You heard the stutter, but you weren’t sure you’d heard it right. He’d not blundered and started to say what you thought he had....did he...?
“You sure?” you teased more, coiling your arms around his waist.
He pulled you against him, holding you close.
“I’m very sure.” he murmured, before bending down to give you a quick, sweet kiss.
The two of you stood there for a while, just holding onto each other, foreheads touching. After a minute, he pulled away to reach for his shirt, a sad smile at his lips.
“I wish we could take all the time in the day to be here; but I don’t want you to get into any trouble.” He tugged his shirt in place, sighing reluctantly.
You giggled quietly, sitting on the edge of the foot of your bed.
Again he started looking about your room, and your smile faltered as he observed things much closer. What if he saw...
Sure enough, he paused by the window. He stared down hard at the windowsill, blinking and squinting, not sure he was seeing right.
“Are those...” he started, a gasp ripping out of his throat after a pause. “Why is your window nailed shut?” he asked, a hint of anger coloring his voice. He knew why, you could see he came to the right conclusion.
You shrugged and he let out a harsh exhale of air, hands going to his hips.
“My parents found out I was sneaking out on some nights...” you muttered, looking down at the floor. “It got worse when they found out I’m sometimes gone for days or a week at a time.”
A startled, wide eyed expression broke across his face, his hands falling down at his sides.
“This...this is because of me...” He didn’t say it as a question, it was a statement. One that was a pained realization.
You winced, wishing he’d not figured it out.
“This is why you stopped coming to meet me randomly? Why you stopped calling or texting for me to come pick you up on random nights we’d not planned?”
You shrugged again, unable to look up at him. At anything.
He started pacing around your room, and you swore you could feel the building stress going through him.
Suddenly he stopped near your door. The sound of it being punched startled you to the point that you jumped in your seated position, bouncing slightly on your bed. Still, you couldn’t look at him.
“They added extra locks to your door? That lock from the outside?” his voice shook with anger and accusations, none of which was directed at you, thankfully. “That’s...that’s not good.”
Again you shrugged, your teeth digging into your lip.
The floor shook as he stomped over, his heavy footsteps reverberating up into the bed. He dropped down in front of you, squatting as he tried to peer up into your eyes.
For all the rage in his eyes as your gaze finally met his, his hands coiled gently around your arms, careful not to hurt you nor frighten you. Through the fury, his gaze turned imploring.
“Why didn’t you tell me how bad it’s gotten for you here?”
“I get to spend time with you still; I even get to spend most weekends with you.” you said, shrugging. “That’s what matters.”
His lips pressed into a thin, angry line as he shook his head.
“You must be convincing in your lying about staying at a friend’s when in fact you’re at Jin’s or in my car.” he pointed out, clearly getting more ruffled by the minute.
He stood, pacing anxiously about your room again, his hands occasionally running through his hair as he thought. The pained expression on his face hurt you more than what you were going through yourself.
He stopped near you, staring down at you with an unreadable expression.
“Are they because of me? The nails and locks?” he asked, the emotion behind his words was painful to hear. It agonized him that it might be partly his fault.
You started to shrug again.
“Don’t.” he said in a voice that sounded as broken as you felt, before you could fully shrug. “Don’t shrug like it’s nothing.” He was furious again. “Y/n, this is a serious thing! No one should be locked in a room; unless they lock themselves in willingly for privacy or something of the sort.”
Tears formed before you new it, filling up and brimming over before you could stop them. He rushed back over to you, this time sitting next to you. He pulled you into his arms and held you like he was trying to piece you back together. If only he knew he was what would break you the most...when the time came. For now you were in his arms, he wanted to hold you...he was comforting you as he soothed your back with a large, gentle hand.
“Y/n...” he quietly started to ask, pausing for some reason; like he wasn’t sure how to ask whatever he was about to, “do you need a way out of this situation?” he asked in a whisper, something raw in his voice; and it was in his gaze when you met it with yours. Or maybe it was something else entirely; not uncertainty, but a prior understanding. He understood something about this. You didn’t dare ask yourself how or why. That answer would rip you to shreds.
“What?” you asked in turn, not sure what else to say.
“Is it bad enough for you to run away?”
“No...” you said after a contemplative pause.
He left it at that, falling into silence.
It’s obvious he’s upset over this matter. That he is outraged by the treatment you’re being given; but he didn’t say anything else, just held you.
“Is there anything else going on?” he quietly asked after a while, trying hard to conceal something from his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“You know...like...are you getting to eat here; are they restricting what you can and cannot eat?”
“How do you know?” you whispered back.
The pained look he gave was so heartbreaking and gut wrenching, for a moment you forgot this reaction was because of what you were going through. You wanted to console him somehow, to sooth him of his pain. But he had you wrapped up in his arms again, even tighter this time, once again comforting you.
“Is there anything else?” he asked in such a hushed whisper, it was impossible to read any emotion into it.
Before you could respond, his hands started to move over your body; but it didn’t feel sexual, not even in the least. It almost felt as if he was carefully checking you for bruises he might have missed noticing earlier; or other injuries that had escaped his notice.
When you pulled away enough to look up at his face to see what expression would be there, his eyes were scanning your body as well. As much of it as he could see now that you were clothed again. There was a line pinched between his brows as he frowned in concentration, dark eyes never ceasing in their movement over your body.
“What are you doing?” you quietly asked, knowing full well what he was doing.
Sorrow filled eyes lifted to meet your waiting stare, the pain in his gaze almost too much to bear.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d tell me if there was anything...else....”
“What, why...?” you asked, confused and a little hurt. You’d told him more than anyone else, about any and everything.
Sighing, he dropped his gaze from yours, suddenly unable to meet it.
“I didn’t know if...if they hurt you physically...”
“They don’t.” you hurriedly assured, wanting nothing else but to relieve him of whatever that pain was in his eyes. To erase the brokenness in his voice. “It was just my ex that-”
Standing with a surge of rage, he practically growled, his fists balling up at his sides.
“That-”
“Jungkook...please...” you urged, grasping onto his wrist. When he turned his eyes to you, you plead with him with your gaze to not let it get to him again.
A long sigh rasped past his lips and he sat with regret.
“I should have broken his body in several places before he ever had the chance to touch you again, let alone...” he trailed off, a bob in his throat as he struggled to swallow.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you soothed, your hand at his back, “he’s not worth it. He really isn’t. You know how close you are to expulsion. We can’t let that happen. It means so much to you to graduate. It’s just a few more months.”
Again he sighed, resigned, your reasoning reaching him and easing him a bit.
“You’re right.” he mumbled, then turned to smile at you, the attempt quivering a bit in his effort. He was clearly still upset over your mistreatment.
Smiling up at him, you rubbed at his back again. Then, risking only yourself, you raised yourself up enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Fortunately he appeared to like this, his smile turning genuine and huge.
“Thanks, Sweetheart.” he uttered.
Tires squealed out on the street before a car was pulling into the driveway and the two of you froze in panic. He reacted first, jumping to his feet, whirling towards the window before turning his panic stricken face back to you.
“How do I get out of here without anyone seeing me?”
“Out the back door.” you replied in a panicked voice, hopping to your feet to hurry behind him.
“Which way?” he frantically asked in a whisper as the two of you headed out of your room.
“Down the hall, take a right.” you whispered back as you securely closed your door. You were certain it still smelled like sex in there, his scent surely lingering in your room enough to be picked up on if one were to waltz in there at this moment.
He did as instructed with lightening reflexes.
“Shoes!” you remembered just in time, whirling him towards the front door as the garage door rattled closed.
“Shit!” he quietly exclaimed, dashing to grab his shoes and then take off as fast as he could the way you were pointing.
“Kitchen.” you quietly said, pushing on his back to direct him the right way.
Once in the kitchen, you tugged on his hand and his startled, worried gaze met yours.
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” you hurriedly said, then went up on tip toe to peck him solidly on the lips.
He was quick to respond to the kiss, his lips pressing against yours sweetly, if only as brief as either of you dared. He paused after the kiss, something alight in his sparkling eyes. Waving your hands, you urged him to hurry and he returned to panic mode again, spinning on his heels to take off out the back door.
There was only enough time for you to close the door behind him and lock it, taking one giant leap away from it before your mom came bustling in to the kitchen. You were grateful you were barefoot, or else she would have heard you land after your leap. As it was, she didn’t seem aware of anything going on, merely curious why you were in the kitchen.
“What are you doing in here, it’s not dinner time.” she chastised, irritable.
“I came in here to get a cup of water.” you replied, thankful you thought quickly on your feet.
She glanced at the fridge, the distance between you and anything you needed for water raising suspicion.
“I thought the door was unlocked, so I was checking it.” you tried to calmly fib. “I saw a special about unlocked back doors and break ins so I was being extra cautious.” you let your natural flush from the rush and panic you’d been in color your face, feigning embarrassment instead.
She blinked, then looked at the door and then back to you.
“Oh, well...that’s a good thing you checked in case, then....” she responded, going back to rummaging through her purse.
You nodded and went about getting a cup and going as far as filling it and slowly sipping on it as you waited for her to leave the kitchen.
Once she was in the living room, you relaxed, flopping over the countertop like a boneless fish.
“That was way too close.” you whispered to yourself.
You stood back up and made your way back to your room. As you passed the living room, your mom cleared her throat in that way she did to get your attention. Pausing to peer in, you peeked around the wall to see what she wanted.
“What are you doing now?” she asked in a judgy, speculative way.
“To finish my homework and study.” you answered as if it were an obvious thing but like you wanted to please her. But in reality, you could care less about anything she wanted from you anymore. “Why? Is there something you need?” you asked in a polite and sweet way that felt false to you, but you knew she bought it every time.
She blinked in surprise, her expression turning pleased.
“No, no, that’s very good that you’re back on track. I’m proud of you for turning it around and knowing what’s important in life.”
“Me too.” you said, smiling in a falsely happy and sweet way. It felt nauseating to you, but again she bought it like always.
On your way to your room, when you knew she couldn’t see you anymore, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in tiny shakes.
A few more months, you reminded yourself. Just a few months and then maybe you could be free. There wasn’t as much saved as you’d hopped, since you’d not been working anymore. But it might be enough for a start. Enough to be free.
The next day, you arrived so early to school, hardly anyone else was there. A few cars that belonged to faculty, a few from fellow students...and Jungkook’s. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. He must think he might get a chance to fuck you again. He’d wanted another round yesterday and hadn’t gotten it. Maybe he was hoping you’d arrive early like usual and allow him a quicky.
When you parked next to his car, he waited until your car was turned off and then he got out and leaned against his drivers door. He watched you anxiously, hands in his pockets, the crisp morning fog clinging to his hair.
“You get in trouble?” he asked when he couldn’t take the wait any longer.
“Nope.” you answered, smiling.
His face washed to relief, his easygoing smile returning as he shoved off from his car.
“Did you get here early just to check if I did?” you lightly teased and he ruffled his hair, the tips of his ears turning pink.
He shrugged, but it was obvious he had done just that.
“I could barely sleep all night, worried you’d been found out and as a result gotten in trouble.”
“I’m good, Jungkook.” you assured. “Really good.” you added as he slipped his hand along yours to hold it.
“Good.” he murmured, bending down a moment later to peck your cheek.
At your lockers, he told you he had to go call Jin and tell him you were alright.
Apparently Jungkook had been so panicked that the entire family of friends were concerned for you as well. He’d described a scene of his friends to you in which he’d told them he was worried about you. The affectionate, proud way he explained the moment Taehyung had declared that he was going to storm your house to rescue you if none of them heard from you by the end of the day was catching. Jimin had apparently joined in on Tae’s plot as well. Even Yoongi mentioned tagging along. By the way Jungkook said it, what Yoongi really meant was he was both looking out for his younger friends, but also willing to help break you out if it was needed. You couldn’t help but feel touched. Appreciative of them and their friendship.
Now that you were standing in the hallway alone, you glanced about to make sure there wouldn’t be a single person that could tattle on you. There was no one that could see what you’d devised the night before as you waited to fall asleep. It was your own kind of vengeance on your ex. Not that breaking his arm wasn’t enough; but you wanted to get back at him more. You knew it was petty. But he deserved it.
Quickly unzipping your backpack, you hurried over to his locker and pulled a can of spray paint out of the shopping bag that was concealed within your backpack. The aerosol can clattered as you shook it, and something about it really pleased your ears. As did the sound of the paint as it left the can, spraying out over the bastard’s locker.
You tagged it with words like ‘false reputation’, ‘abuser’, ‘loser’; along with a few expletives. And when you were done, you didn’t take the time to appraise your work; instead feeling the thrill of needing to hurry away from the scene of the crime.
Dashing back to your own locker, you quickly shoved the bag with the spray paint cans in it inside and grabbed the books you needed, shoving them into your backpack before slamming the door closed. You ran all the way to your first period class like someone was after you from fear of getting caught; and thus forgot that Jungkook was there so early and on the phone with Jin.
It wasn’t until he came strolling in with a confused scrunch of his brows that you realized he might have wanted to walk with you to class. He wordlessly sat next to you, and his bare arms distracted you momentarily.
Where was his jacket? It was a cold morning. That’s when it clicked in your brain that he’d not been wearing it outside either. Had he forgotten it?
“Aren’t you cold?” you asked. He shrugged, shifting closer before looping an arm over your shoulder.
“Nothing my baby can’t cure later.” he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.
You bit into your lip and nestled into him further and he sighed from the warmth you were lending to him.
Things were seemingly turning into routine with Jungkook at school. You were inseparable in every class you had together, even if it meant he glared at who was normally sitting next to you until he could take their seat. And of course, at lunch you sat together and shared each others food.
He brought fries made by Seokjin himself just for you, knowing how much you loved them. He’d even attempted to feed you, and you shyly accepted once in a while so he’d stop fussing and pouting as he tried to get the food into your mouth.
Secretly you really loved that he behaved like that with you at all, and at school it made even more of an impression. He usually reserved this kind of behavior for when it was just the two of you, or when you were around his makeshift family.
And then there were the classes you didn’t have together. He walked you to each class irregardless of whether he was in it or not, and greeted you the moment you stepped into the hall when the period without him was done. Unless he walked into the room to scoop up your things to carry them for you. Which he often did.
It wasn’t always easy to ignore the whispers wherever you went, nor the stares that followed you, but you tried. Apparently it was a great shock that the school’s goody two shoes, teachers pet was involved with the resident bad boy, fuckboy. Outwardly it didn’t appear to affect Jungkook; he smiled and went about his day.
What bothered you wasn’t that people thought differently of you, or that they were shocked or disappointed in you, or both. What upset you was the way they viewed Jungkook. If they knew him even half as much as you did, they’d see him differently. They’d know as you do that he’s an exceptional person.
The whispers got louder, though turned away from you and Jungkook, when your ex arrived back at school with a cast on his arm. He wouldn’t say what happened, to your relief, but he sent accusatory looks your way. You only wished that anyone who saw him looking your way would think he was just sulking over the fact you’d clearly moved on from him for good.
That same day, you were attending to an errand a teacher gave you, strolling through the halls with an unusually light heart for being at school. Especially when it was a class without Jungkook, and here in the halls without him as well.
“Y/n.” a voice called, and you knew that voice instantly, your heart squeezing warmly.
A smile was already easing into place as you turned to face him.
Jungkook strolled over and casually leaned against the wall next to where you were standing.
“What are you doing out of class; being a naughty girl, skipping again?” he teased, then tsked. “I must be a worse influence for you than I thought.” he continued on in that teasing way.
“Why would I skip out without you, hm? Where’s the fun in that?” you responded in likeness, teasingly.
“Oh, I don’t know...lots of things could be fun without me.” He leaned a little closer and you tipped your head back to gaze up at him.
“Maybe...but nothing is as fun as doing anything with you.”
The easygoing smile on his face stretched into one of brilliance and you suppressed a giddy giggle. He chuckled at some thought he had and then smirked down at you. It made your heart pick up in its beats, pounding in your chest. Just like it always did when you were near him.
“So, are you skipping?” he asked again, looking a bit nervous as he glanced about to make sure you weren’t about to get into trouble.
“Noooope!” you drawled out the word and then giggled. Raising your hand, you fanned the note in it. “Teach wanted me to take this to one of the club rooms.” You held up the package in your other hand to show what you meant and he his smirk grew.
“Teachers pet.” he further teased.
You scuffed but that only made him chuckle again. You tried not to smile at him, but a smile stretched across your face all the same.
He smiled down at you, one of those bunny smiles you loved. He reached out, as if to tuck hair behind your ear, but a figure stepped into the hall just at your line of sight, and his.
“Mr. Jeon, my office.” a loud, demanding voice ordered.
It was the principle, Mr. Lim.
Jungkook scowled over at him, then glanced at the floor near your feet, sighing. He didn’t bother to move even a little.
“Now.” Mr. Lim ordered.
You nodded at him, trying to urge him to do the right thing and not get into trouble. Whatever he was being pulled into the office for might be important. He let out a quiet but harsh sigh and pushed off the wall. With one more glance back at you, he hesitated and you smiled a small, encouraging smile and discreetly waved at him.
Once he was in the office, you headed about on your errand, hurrying to finish it in hopes you could catch him on his way out so you could walk together on your way to your respective classes.
It took fifteen minutes to drop off the package and get back to the hall outside the office. You arrived just as he was exiting.
He burst out through the doors to the office, glaring in a way you’d not seen in a while. His fists were balled, as if about to punch something.
Hurrying to him, your eyes going wide, you knew you needed to calm him before he got himself into enough trouble to be suspended. Or worse. You couldn’t forgive yourself if that happened; you knew how much it meant to him to graduate.
“Jungkook, what’s wrong?!” He paused as he spotted you, turning slightly away; almost like he really didn’t want to see you right now. “Jungkook, what’s wrong?” you repeated.
He finally looked at you, his jaw flexing.
“I’ve been expelled from school.” he said so low it was almost inaudible, his voice raw with emotion.
You blinked, unable to wrap your head around the words, too stunned to grasp if you’d heard right.
“Expelled?” you asked aloud, still unable to process what was happening. “But why?”
He sighed, running a hand over his face.
“It doesn’t matter.” he muttered.
“Yes it does! Please tell me?” you urged, anger sparking in you now that it was settling in that this was real.
With a noncommittal air, he shrugged and then turned, taking a step towards the exit.
Desperate, you grabbed onto his wrist and he paused, glancing down at your hand with an unreadable, guarded expression.
“It really doesn’t matter. Just...” he trailed off, sighing again.
“It does. Tell me.” you said, more firm this time, but still gentle.
“For that little stunt earlier.”
That didn’t explain anything.
“What?” you asked, confused. “What stunt?”
He exhaled slowly, in a tired way. He eyed you disapprovingly. Or that’s what you thought anyway.
“The spray paint. They mentioned beating up your ex and blamed me for his broken arm as well. They said there wasn’t enough proof to press charges, but enough to expel me on both accounts.”
Jaw dropping free from the hinges, you stood there gaping like an idiot.
“But you didn’t do anything!” you shouted in aggravation, finding your voice again. And your anger. “You weren’t part of it! Jungkook, we have to go tell them!”
Tugging on his wrist almost violently in your desperation and urgency, you tried your best to pull him the direction of the offices. He didn’t even budge, not even needing to dig in his heels. His abnormal strength kept him glued in place without any real effort.
“No way, that could get you in trouble.” he quietly said. “Don’t try to help me.” he added when he saw the stubborn set of your jaw holding in place.
“I am going to help you.” you insisted.
“No!” he shouted, violently yanking his wrist free from your grip and pulled completely away from you, taking large steps to gain some distance.
You stood there, frozen, hand still held out as if his hand was still there. He wouldn’t look directly at you now.
“No, Y/n. You don’t understand.” he spoke after a minute of tense, raw silence. His voice was low, calm. Too calm. And there was something foreboding in his tone.
“You...you’ve got a good reputation and a future.” he continued on. “You don’t know what it’s like to be me. You don’t even know who I am.” The words stung and cut deep. Something was starting to creep into his voice, a hardness, a finality that hurt and frightened you. “You’re just coming after me because you feel sorry, and because you like the sex. But be honest. If we hadn’t had sex, would you give two shits about me, or the situation I’m in, the situations I get in?”
Finally, he looked directly at you and your heart clenched at his words, at the way he looked. At the way he was looking at you. He looked so broken. Like no one cared for him in all the world outside of the little family he’d made for himself. But he wasn’t including you. He didn’t feel the same as you. So, instead of embarrassing yourself further with the infamous bad boy, like all the pathetic girls you hand long mocked and secretly envied, who begged and pleaded for him to not end things with them; you held those words in your heart and said something else.
“Jungkook. I do care. More than you probably care to know. But I do, and I’m here for you.” you said in a quiet voice. “And of course I know who you are; we’ve spent a lot of time recently an-”
“No, Sweetheart,” he interrupted, “you don’t.” He gave you a sad but none the less condescending look and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. He’d said his pet name for you like the way he used to...before things had started to change between you.
You blinked at him, too stunned to speak, or even think of anything.
Sure, you didn’t know everything about him, but you felt you still knew him. It was the little things. The breakfasts he made, or snacks after any time he had you over to Seokjin’s house. The way he held you after you had sex, whether it was an intense fuck or the sweeter times neither of you found you could discuss, the ones you occasionally had awkward moments after until the next intense fuck. In the way, when he thought you were asleep, that he would stroke your face or nuzzle more into you. It was in the fact that he had, out of any and all other girls, brought you to Seokjin’s at all; let alone when the other boys were there to meet them and hang out with them.
These things and many others grounded it all to one fact. The one and only true fact in your mind. You did know Jungkook.
But now he was expelled for protecting you and your near perfect record. He had taken the fall when he didn’t need to do so. He said he didn’t care if others got in trouble or if he put them in that trouble. But he had deflected it from you. And subsequently it was the last straw.
He wanted his diploma more than anything, to graduate in the least. That was the only reason he continued to make any effort to stay in school in the first place. Why he was there at all anymore. You’d hoped that had expanded to include you.
“Jungkook-”
“Don’t.” he interrupted again. “Just don’t.” he muttered, taking a step further away.
Heat flooded your face and the sting of impending tears prickled at the corners of your eyes.
“Jungkook, please.” you whispered. It was almost a beg, despite what you’d willed yourself not to do.
He took a long look at you, eyed you once more, and stared into your eyes for a second that stretched a painful eternity.
“Have a good life, Y/n.”
And with that, he turned and hurried out the exit, to the parking lot, sprinting all the way to his car.
He drove off and out of your life, just like that.
Your knees felt like jello, your legs wobbling; and then you were on your knees, a flood of tears spilling over your cheeks.
This was it. What you’d known all along would come. He was ending things with you, and you had been unable to avoid the feelings that had developed from the start. And just like you had, in a way, predicted; someone’s heart was getting broken. Yours. Just like you knew the past several months that it would be you. That of course it would be your heart broken and not his. Because Jeon Jungkook doesn’t get attached to the girls he fucks. He doesn’t fall in love. He fucks and leaves you wrecked in multiple ways. And you can’t blame him nor anyone else for this happening to you as well. Because you knew all along you shouldn’t get involved with the bad boy, fuckboy that broke hearts so easily and thought nothing of it.
The only person you had to blame was yourself, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to truly feel like it. Because after all this time, after getting to know him and spend time with him...no matter what, you truly were happy to have spent that time with him. And nothing could make you regret that. You wouldn’t regret how you felt about him either.
At some point you had covered your face with your hands, completely unaware as an acquaintance approached you from behind. It wasn’t until you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder that you came to realize you were no longer alone in the hall.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” a vaguely familiar voice asked.
“It’s all my fault.” you said in a choked manner that had only partly to do with your feelings for the bad boy. It was your fault he was expelled. If only you’d not done what you did to your ex’ locker...maybe then...
“What is?”
When you glanced up at her you recognized her as the one that spoke up for you in class, the one that shared her lunch with you that time. You couldn’t remember her name and you felt bad about that, too.
She looked so confused, and you realized that he had covered so well and your reputation so clean that everyone thought you couldn’t have done anything wrong. But Jungkook on the other hand was nothing but a bad boy the school was glad to be rid of.
Standing with determination, you wiped violently at the last few tears you allowed yourself until you could get to your car. The determined set of your jaw settled in place as you resolved to fix things.
“Y/n?” she asked in a small voice.
Pausing, you patted at her arm and squeezed it.
“I’ll be alright, don’t worry.”
Your feet followed your heart to where you knew you needed to go.
In the office you tapped the bell to ring it and waited, tapping your fingers nervously on the desk next to it.
“Can I help you?” the sweet receptionist, Miss Kang, asked.
“Uhm, yes...I need to talk with the principle.”
“About what dear?” she warmly asked.
She knew you. She knew your reputation. She didn’t suspect a bad thing from you, just like the rest of the school.
“I just need to talk with him. There’s something he needs to know.” you lightly urged.
Her lips puckered a bit.
“He’s awfully busy, and I need a valid reason to interrupt his schedule today.” she reluctantly pushed back.
Sighing, you nodded.
“Then please tell him that I need to report about something that has happened at school and will only talk with him and the heads of staff.”
She nodded and started to get up from the desk.
“Alright, dear. I’ll go see if he can see you now.” With a curious cock to her head, she clocked your expression and then went off to the principle’s office.
Five minutes later, she returned.
“You may go in to talk with him now.” she informed.
Normally, if you were going into the principle’s office, you would have been sick to your stomach from the thought of even potentially getting into any kind of trouble. But in this situation, surprisingly, you were relatively calm.
When you entered his office, Mr. Lim held his hand out towards the chairs in front of his desk, indicating for you to go ahead and sit.
“Ms. Y/L/N, I hear you have something to report to me?” His smile told you everything you already knew. He, like the rest, never thought you capable of any bad behavior.
Sitting quietly down in one of the chairs, you folded your hands and sat as maturely as you could.
“I need to report that the person that sprayed the locker wasn’t Jeon Jungkook. He’s covering for someone else.” There, you started out well. Or at least you thought you had.
His expression became equal parts amused and regretful.
“I see.” he replied in an odd way.
Smiling, you nodded, thinking he was going to believe you after all.
“So even you, the girl that has openly said to never get mixed up with him is following after him like some love struck teenager.” Your face fell. “I guess it was a matter of time for you to fall into his trap as well.”
Not only did he not believe you, he was accusing you of looking the other way to defend Jungkook.
“No Sir. You don’t understand. He really didn’t do it.”
“Then who did it, if he didn’t?” His amusement was growing on his face as a pout was forming on yours.
“I did.” you quietly but firmly informed.
His eyes stayed on you, assessing; then he leaned back in his chair and smiled in a way that made it clear he didn’t believe you at all.
“You mean for me to believe that you, a model student for all four years thus far, did something like that, and that someone like Mr. Jeon, “ he sneered his name and your spine bristled as you outwardly winced, “had nothing to do with it. I don’t think so. He was a nuisance to this school, and now he’s not. Nothing you say can make that change.”
And you saw it in the condescending look he gave you. Nothing you said, shy of proof it was you and not Jungkook, could get Jungkook out of this and the truth known.
Something snapped in you as you sat there, staring back at your principle.
“You seem to be under the impression that you know Jeon Jungkook. That you know me. Well you don’t know either of us. And even though he has, admittedly, done things in the past, not all were his doing. But he took the blunt of it anyway, because he is who he is. I’ve seen it happen. And now this time he willingly took the blame; and I won’t let it happen for me. He was trying to protect me, and I want the truth known.” you stubbornly persisted. You weren’t about to give up. Not yet.
“You really are becoming pathetic for him. I expect better from you. You’re too good for him. Too much of a model student.” he leaned towards you again, the way he was smiling at you only adding to your annoyance. “Trust me, you are better off with him gone. Now you can go back to being the perfect student you are without distractions. You are dismissed.”
That’s all he would say, a wave of his hand indicating for you to leave.
Rising to your feet, your chin lifted in the air.
“Remember, Mr. Lim; I told you the truth that it was me and not Jungkook.” You strode pointedly to the door and opened it, turning back just in the doorway. “Don’t say you didn’t hear it, or that you never expect anything less than perfection from me.”
With that, you left, slamming the door behind you.
If they didn’t believe you capable, then you would just have to show them. You weren’t the perfect model student they thought you were, and Jungkook didn’t deserve to be expelled for what you’d done.
You hatched a plan and started to execute it immediately.
Sure you went back to class; but only so that you could interrupt it with a loud slam of the door as you opened it. Then you proceeded to stomp over to your seat, grabbed your things, and made your way back to the door.
“Later you little fucks.” you said as you sent an obnoxious flip of your middle finger towards your whole classroom as you exited the room.
On your way out, you kicked things over and made as much raucous as you could. Several teachers, followed by students, peered out at you in utter shock as they spotted who it was, you, of all people, making a raucous.
Near the exit, you went as far as to take out your lipstick and draw along the wall and lockers. You wrote obscenities and left them in your wake. And on the wall by the front doors, in big letters, you wrote one more thing: Jeon Jungkook is innocent; he didn’t spray paint the lockers. He took the fall for Y/n, me...I did it. Reinstate him and punish the rightful person or regret it.
You signed it with your signature, complete with a heart by the middle finger you doodled next to the words.
Flipping your hair as you turned to look at the growing crowd observing you, you blew a kiss to them and then threw the doors open and headed right for your car.
Smiling to yourself, pleased with what you’d done so far, you buckled and hit reverse. Today was just the start. Wait until they see what you do next. You will get Jungkook back to school no matter what it takes. Even if that means your own expulsion.
Occasionally I think about Image Jk and just...*clutches at chest and flops over*. I miss him so much. And lately I’ve been thinking of the vamps again. I really want to write. I just don’t know when that’ll be for sure. I think I’m almost there and then...*sighs*. Just know I’ve not forgotten my muses and their stories and that I do intend to post updates to them eventually.
