Iris | ch 5 (jjk)
☆summary: when you move to Seoul to do some research on your upcoming book, your life gets tangled with the city's celebrity scene. It leads to you crossing paths with Jeon Jungkook, whose confusing behaviour convinces you that he hates you. Only, you might have misread his intentions from the beginning...
☆pairings: drummer!Jungkook x writer!female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter has mature content)
☆genre: enemies (annoyances?) to lovers!au, celebrity!au, rockstar!au, smut, angst (make it dramatic), fluff
☆warnings: references to the events at the end of ch 4, cursing, alcohol, taehyung's jealous ass, sara mentions, explicit content: phone sex
☆word count: 10.8k
☆a/n: here's a new chapter for you guys <3 and thank you to @moonleeai for being my perfect beta reader again, you are the best and i'm forever thankful for you <3
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And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls
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Friday, June 27th
The lights of the studio are dim, spotlights directed on the set where Jennie is currently filming a scene. She’s invited you, as you haven’t hung out since karaoke night last week, and you didn’t find it in you to say no.
Not when she questioned you about Jungkook last night, claiming he was acting weird after you left, and that she’s afraid you’re avoiding her because of it, too.
No one knows what happened between you and Jungkook. In truth, you highly doubt it even happened at all – it doesn’t make sense that you’d end up hooking up with him like that. It just doesn’t register in your brain, like somebody else experienced the moment.
But you know you’re the one that experienced it. You can still feel his hands on you, at night when you’re trying to sleep. You can still taste him on your lips, and you can’t forget the way he made you come so easily, like it was second nature to him.
To be fair, you haven’t had any action since Josh, which has already been a few months ago. So you’ve been blaming it on that, because you refuse to accept that Jeon Jungkook could do that to you. Not when you barely know each other.
The director yells ‘Cut!’, and Jennie and her co-star walk off the scene. She heads your way, sitting down in the chair left for her. She’s careful as she sits not to disrupt the makeup on her arms – she’s got fake wounds all over her forearms, as her character got in an accident in the show. They’re filming a hospital scene, so she’s also wearing a white hospital gown, and she wraps a blanket around her legs once she’s sat, courtesy of her assistant.
“I am freezing,” she complains.
You don’t blame her. It’s relatively cold in the studio, enough so that you’ve also been wrapped in a blanket since you got here.
“How are you finding it so far?” Jennie asks.
“It’s interesting,” you answer. “It’s my first time on a set.”
Jennie’s assistant hands her a water bottle, and then offers you another one. You thank her with a slight bow of your head, and then you uncap it, taking a sip of the clear liquid.
“Really?” Jennie lets out.
You nod. “Yeah, never had the opportunity before.”
Jennie makes a non-committal sound, and then says, “My parents used to take me on sets all the time as a kid. I used to do homework while they’d act.”
Indeed, her two parents are well-known actors too, though they’ve mostly retired from acting now.
“I used to go to my mom’s office,” you reply. “It was nothing like a movie set, unfortunately.”
Jennie chuckles. “Bet.”
There’s a short silence, and Jennie grabs her phone to reply to the few text messages she’s received while they were filming. You were the one to hold her phone, so you know most of them were from Taehyung, though you’re pretty sure you spied one from Jungkook, too.
Not that you really checked.
“Do you know BTS are having a comeback concert next month?” Jennie asks out of nowhere a few minutes later, while you’re scrolling your Instagram reels.
You glance at her. “Yeah, saw the notice on social media,” you reply.
“They’ve already started rehearsals,” she adds mindlessly as she’s still looking at the screen of her phone. “Tae suggested meeting up for dinner if filming doesn’t end too late. Wanna come?”
And see Jungkook? No thank you. But you can’t really tell that to Jennie, can you?
“I’m meeting up with Hyunseok,” you remind Jennie, which is thankfully not a lie.
Jennie throws you a look, her eyes slightly narrowed. “Are you?”
“Yes.” The suspicion doesn’t wear off from her features, and you chuckle. “I swear.”
“Are you sure you’re not avoiding Jungkook?”
Your throat dries out, and you find yourself at a loss for words. Jennie’s face breaks out in a smug smile as the silence stretches between the two of you.
“Knew it!” she says after a few seconds, a little louder than necessary. Thankfully, people are too busy with fixing up the scene that no one looks your way. “You need to tell me what happened last week.”
“Nothing happened,” you say, though the lie is weak, your cheeks burning too bright for it to be normal.
“Girl.” Jennie throws you a no-bullshit look. “You ran out of there like the place was on fire.”
“I didn’t.” You wet your lips, and then shrug meekly. “I wanted to go home.”
“You and Jungkook were alone for like fifteen minutes,” she says. “We all saw him follow you.”
“Just went to the bathroom.”
Jennie laughs, a snort that makes you want to disappear through the floor. “Girl, I went to the bathroom. You guys were not there.”
You just sit there in silence, your cheeks turning darker.
“What happened?” Jennie asks again.
“We just talked!” you blurt out.
Jennie narrows her gaze at you again. “Just talked?”
“Yeah.” You nod, clearing your throat. “We actually fought. Called him out for being a dick to me.”
“Oh.” Jennie seems surprised at this turn of events, and you offer her a tight-lipped smile, hoping she’ll let it go. But then she asks, “And what happened after that?”
You worry at your bottom lip, looking away. “He apologized.” You shrug, sighing deeply to try and tame the wild beats of your heart. “And then I left.”
“Oh,” she lets out again. “Okay.”
She believes you. Relief floods through you, and your smile is a little truer as you look at her. “Yeah.”
“Jungkook seemed pretty shocked,” Jennie admits, frowning slightly. “And he told Taehyung to kick everyone out and then went to bed before we even left.”
You try to not sound too interested when you say, “Did he?”
Jennie nods. “Yeah. And after seeing you running out, I just assumed something happened. Didn’t think it was a fight.” The director suddenly yells for the actors to return on set, and Jennie gets up, handing you her phone. “That’s my cue.”
You grab her phone. “Good luck.”
She winks. “Thanks, bubs. And about Jungkook, sorry for the fight. He was looking for one last week, and I’m sorry that it happened with you.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure her. “I guess we sorted our shit out, kind of.”
“I’m glad.” She nods once, and then she glances at the scene, where her co-star is already waiting for her. “Let’s talk about this more after.”
You give her a thumbs-up, and then she returns to the hospital bed, and there’s a bustle around her as some assistants make sure that she’s in the same spot as before so that there’s no differences between this take compared to the previous ones, allowing for no continuity errors.
You take a deep breath, relieved that she’s off your back. Relieved that she believed you, too. Which, you reckon she doesn’t really have any reason to doubt you. You’ve never lied to her. And it’s not like you did lie, either. You just… chose to omit part of the truth.
All you can do is hope it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass.
*****
Jungkook looks at Jennie’s reply to his message, and he can’t help but be annoyed.
He’s told her everything after what happened with you. He originally didn’t want to say anything, but she directly confronted him about it, telling him she knew something had happened between the two of you, and he’d immediately fumbled. Mostly because he’s a bad liar, and Jennie’s known him long enough to be able to tell when he lies. At least, he made her promise to not say anything, and though he’s pretty sure she’s told Taehyung, Mingyu and the others haven’t made any comments, so he thinks she’s made good on her promise.
She said she’d try to get you to come hang out tonight, but her text message reveals that you’ve got other plans, and Jungkook feels far more disappointed than he should.
He can’t get you out of his head. Ever since last week, all he’s been thinking of is the way you kissed him, the way your legs were wrapped around him… and how fucking wet you were as he fingered you. He’s jerked off way too many times to the thought of you, to the knowledge that he made you come. It’s burned in his mind, as clear as when it happened.
You were so beautiful he thinks you’re unreal. An angel sent from above, and god fucking damn, he can’t get you out of his mind. It’s a curse as much as it’s a gift. Because he can’t focus on rehearsals, and he’s been fucking up the beat constantly over the last hour, enough so that Hoseok got mad at him and asked him what his problem is.
He lied and said he had a headache, and they cut him some loose, but he’s noticed Taehyung watching him, and he feels like he’ll get scolded again by the end of rehearsals.
So, he focuses on the song. On the beat, one that he knows by heart so much it’s muscle memory. He shuts his eyes, lets himself get carried by the rhythm…
And he’s right back in his gym, with you pressed against him, his dick so hard he thought he’d explode. Hell, he almost came when you did, just because it was so fucking pornographic to please you.
“Jungkook, goddamn,” Hoseok lets out again as he messes the beat, disrupting the song. “If your head hurts that much, we can put a backtrack for your drums and just go take a nap or something.”
“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes as he blinks a few times, trying to get rid of the image of your dress hiked up around your waist, your black thong pushed to the side, his fingers plunging inside of you…
He needs a cold shower. And to jerk off, because he’s already semi-hard. Luckily enough, the members can’t notice since he’s sitting, but he knows he can’t even get up right now.
“I’m good,” he says. “I’ll get it, I promise.”
“Stayed up late last night?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook wonders if he imagined the jealousy behind Taehyung’s words.
Which, he reckons Taehyung could be jealous. Because he did stay up late last night, talking to Jennie. About you, though, but maybe Taehyung doesn’t know it after all.
“Yeah,” Jungkook says.
Jimin’s the one to speak next. “Were you watching Sara stream again?”
The mention of Sara is enough to douse Jungkook’s arousal, the thought of you quickly fading away.
“No?” he says, eyebrows bunching up over his eyes. “Why would you assume I was?”
The members exchange looks, but Taehyung offers him salvation. “You were talking to Jennie.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook replies. “She’s a friend.”
There’s an awkward silence, and Seokjin is the one to interrupt it a few heartbeats later. “Now that that’s settled, let’s start again from the top.”
At the singer’s cue, everyone gets ready to start the song again, and Jungkook sighs in relief as they all look away to focus on their own instruments instead. This time around, they make it through the song without any mistakes, and it seems it lifts everyone’s spirits up enough that they don’t call him out again for the rest of rehearsal.
Jungkook almost thinks he’ll get away with it at the end, too, but Taehyung comes over to him as he’s chugging some water, patting him on the back.
“You coming to eat with us tonight?” Taehyung asks.
Jungkook swallows the water, nodding his head as he puts the cap back on the bottle. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”
Taehyung remains silent for a few heartbeats, and then sighs. It sounds defeated, resigned and Jungkook almost feels bad. Until Taehyung inquires, “Since when do you talk to Jennie like that?”
Jungkook shuts his eyes for a few seconds. “It’s really not what you think it is.”
“She refused to tell me what it was all about,” Taehyung says. “I just think it’s sus.”
Jungkook pulls at his piercings, surprised that Jennie didn’t tell Taehyung as he holds his friend’s gaze. “Just needed someone to confide in.”
“And you couldn’t talk to us? Or to anyone else?”
Jungkook knows that Taehyung has a tendency to get jealous a lot, but he’d entirely forgotten to what extent while they were broken up. Some part of it was because he wasn’t stationed with Taehyung at the military base he was assigned to during his service, but also because Taehyung distanced himself from the group during that year and a half somewhat, most likely out of heartbreak.
“Bro,” Jungkook lets out. “I guarantee you that you have nothing to worry about.”
Jimin stops next to them, a bright smile on display, fully unaware of the tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. “You guys coming? The car is here.”
Jungkook and Taehyung hold gazes for a few seconds more, and then Taehyung lets out an audible sigh that almost sounds like a scoff before walking away. Jimin watches him leave, frowning.
“What’s up with him?” he asks.
Jungkook chuckles bitterly. “He’s jealous that I’m friends with Jennie.”
Jimin looks at Jungkook, confusion spreading on his features. “You guys have been friends for years.”
“I know.” Jungkook sighs, slightly shaking his head. “He really has nothing to worry about, I don’t get where this is coming from.”
“Maybe he’s just unsure if Jennie really wants to commit to him after everything,” Jimin suggests. “You know he feels like he doesn’t deserve her after breaking up with her.”
“She’s in love with him,” Jungkook points out.
“I know.” Jimin pauses, seemingly looking for the right words to say. “But maybe he needs reassurance, you know? The breakup wasn’t easy for him.”
Jungkook has half a thought to say it was way harder on Jennie, considering that she’s the one that got dumped out of the blue, but he keeps it to himself. He sighs, shoulders hanging low. “You’re right. Jennie’ll be there tonight, I’ll tell her to talk to him.”
Jimin offers him an encouraging smile. “And if things get awkward, I’ll play the middle man.”
That makes Jungkook laugh. “You really don’t have to.” Jungkook grabs his bag, and he follows Jimin out of the studio where they were rehearsing. He closes the door behind him, and then turns to his friend. “And also, Tae always gets anxious about rehearsals,” Jungkook points out, scolding himself for not thinking about it before. “Maybe it’s just that.”
They head to the elevator, and Jimin calls for it, throwing Jungkook a look. “You’re right, he might just be stressed out. So am I, if I’m honest. We haven’t had a concert in so fucking long.”
“We got this,” Jungkook reassures Jimin. “It’s not like we’re performing anything new this time around.”
Indeed, the concert is a means to come back to the music scene slowly, before they announce their new album and their tour.
The doors open, and they walk into the elevator, Jimin pressing on the first basement. They ride down, and they get out of the elevator to see Hoseok and Taehyung, waiting for them. Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon all decided to go home, so it’s the four of them as they walk towards the car, and they quickly climb in. Taehyung gives directions to the driver, and then they set off towards the restaurant where they’re meeting Jennie.
And unfortunately not you, Jungkook remembers. He sighs, and Taehyung throws him a look that’s a little too tense to Jungkook’s liking, so he pulls his phone out of his pocket to text him.
Better to do it himself than ask Jennie to do it after all.
[7:13 pm] Jungkook: it’s really not what you think [7:13 pm] Jungkook: don’t tell the others but [7:14 pm] Jungkook: i hooked up with y/n
Taehyung grabs his phone as it vibrates, and his gaze widens. He drops his phone, looking far more suspicious than Jungkook thought he would, but Jimin and Hoseok are talking about Heryung’s last fashion show and Taehyung’s fumble goes unnoticed.
[7:15 pm] Taehyung: the fuck you texting me that for💀
Jungkook pulls at his piercings.
[7:15 pm] Jungkook: that’s why i was talking to jennie last night [7:16 pm] Jungkook: i wanted to know what she thinks
Taehyung raises his head from his phone to meet Jungkook’s gaze, giving him a nod.
[7:17 pm] Taehyung: when did you hook up with her anyway [7:18 pm] Jungkook: at the party at my house last week
Taehyung cocks an eyebrow, approval in his eyes.
[7:18 pm] Taehyung: see i told you [7:19 pm] Jungkook: i know [7:19 pm] Jungkook: but she ran off
Taehyung winces, and Jimin throws him a look.
“What’s up?” he asks.
Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing. How’s Heryung doing, by the way?”
Hoseok, entirely oblivious to what was going on, says, “She’s doing fantastic. She’s going to be there for the concert next month.”
“Hell yeah,” Taehyung replies. “Any chance you’ll see her before, though? The concert is like at the end of the month.”
It’s in the third week of July, in truth, but no one corrects Taehyung. Especially not Jungkook, who’s just relieved Taehyung is not asking him more questions.
He doubts he’d be able to keep a straight face if he did.
“No, she’s fully booked until then.” Hoseok lets out a long sigh that has Jimin clap him on the shoulder in support. “And with rehearsals, I don’t have time to go to Japan.”
“I really don’t know how you can date someone that lives so far,” Taehyung says. “Couldn’t be me.”
“How are you and Jennie doing anyways?” Hoseok asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Y’all been reconnecting well?”
As Taehyung only offers a smirk and a wink in reply to Hoseok, the driver informs them that they’ve reached the restaurant. It was a short drive, and they probably could have walked, but since the new album wasn’t announced yet, they’re trying to avoid being seen in public together too much. Indeed, although there has been some speculation going around, the company doesn’t want people to figure it out before the announcement.
Though, people know about the concert. Maybe they really could have just walked.
Hoseok chuckles at Taehyung’s antics, and they shortly all file out of the car, jogging towards the door of the restaurant to avoid being seen.
Which proves to be easy, as the street isn’t too busy at the moment, the only passerbys an elderly couple walking with their small white dog on a leash. The dog’s wearing a blue hat, and Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sight.
He loves dogs. Always has, and always wanted to have one too, but with their busy schedule and the fact that they’re gone for so long at a time when they’re touring, he’s figured having a dog is not really something achievable.
Maybe one day, he always tells himself. Once they stop touring, if they ever do. Or when he has a stable partner that can take care of the dog, perhaps.
They walk into the restaurant, and Jennie waves at them from the table at the back. The restaurant is thankfully empty despite it being dinner time, as they reserved it for a couple of hours to keep their privacy, and so no one is around to snoop on them as they head to where Jennie is sitting.
Jennie gets up as they near her, and she and Taehyung exchange a short kiss that has Hoseok raise his eyebrows with a knowing smile as he glances at Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin laughs and pushes their older friend, and then Jennie greets them as Taehyung stands next to her. They all sit after that, and the food arrives almost instantly as they ordered in advance.
The food is good. Delicious, even, the Jeju pork tasting better than ever. Or maybe Jungkook was just famished, and any food would have been delicious. He eats his fill as they talk about everything and nothing, Hoseok asking a bunch of questions to Jennie about her current acting project. It’s fun, soju flowing between the five of them, and Jungkook wishes you were here.
He wants to talk to you. To tell you he’d like to get to know you more, and that he’d like to take you on a date. But he doesn’t have your phone number, and he hasn’t had the courage to dm you on Instagram either. He meant to ask Jennie for your number yesterday, but he was so embarrassed to tell her you ran away after you hooked up that he figured it was best not to.
After all, Jennie said you might need time, and so he’s been trying to give you some time. But it’s not easy… Not when the thought of you makes him feel like his blood has turned to magma.
He takes a long sip of his maekju as he tries to push you out of his thoughts, and it works enough that he’s able to rejoin the conversation. You slip out of his mind, sort of, for the next hour and a half, but when they finish eating, Jimin and Hoseok leaving together, Taehyung turns toward him, his eyebrows raised.
“What the fuck do you mean, you hooked up with Y/n at your party?” he says.
“Tae!” Jennie blurts out as she slaps his arm.
Jungkook laughs, cheeks burning. He takes another sip of his drink, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah. Kind of?”
“You told him?” Jennie asks.
Jungkook nods. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You do nothing,” Jennie states. “Y/n…” she trails off, and an apologetic look takes over her features. “She uh, lied about it. Either she’s just shy, or she’s embarrassed.”
It hurts. His heart squeezes in his chest, and he looks down at his drink, focusing on a drop of condensation on the glass. “Ah.”
“I didn’t get to talk to her a lot between takes,” Jennie adds. “So it might be that too. But when I asked her about it, she said you guys just argued.”
“Did she?” Jungkook lets out.
Jennie nods. “Yeah. I didn’t push, especially not when there were people around, but… yeah.”
“Noted.”
Taehyung sits back in his chair, folding his arms on his chest. “Come on, that means nothing. I bet she was just shy to be confronted like that. Just get her to come to the concert next month.”
Jungkook clenches his jaw, and then sighs. “I kind of want to text her?” he admits. “The concert isn’t for a long time, no?”
“Yeah, I don’t think you should wait that long,” Jennie replies. “Wait, you don’t have her number, do you?”
Jungkook shakes his head no, and Jennie pulls her phone out of her purse, scrolling through her contacts. When she finds you, she clicks on your name, and then she hands her phone to him.
“Here’s her phone number,” she says, and Jungkook could thank all gods that exist that he didn’t even have to ask her for it in the end. “Text her if you want.”
“If I want?” Jungkook repeats as he grabs his own phone, adding your number to his contacts. “You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
“I kind of wish I could talk to her about it more first, but…” she trails off, shrugging her shoulders. “Just text her now, we’ll see what she says.”
Heart beating out of his chest at the sudden prospect of texting you, Jungkook asks, “What should I say?”
“Just say you want to hang out,” Taehyung suggests.
“To talk it out,” Jennie precises. “Just something simple like ‘Hey, been thinking about last Thursday, I’d like to talk to you. Let’s meet up’ or something.”
“That is very straightforward,” Jungkook says.
Jennie shrugs. “It’s better to be assertive, honestly.”
Though he’s unsure, Jungkook gives her a nod. “Okay.”
He types a message out, deleting it a few times before he figures out what he does want to say. Once he’s satisfied with it, he hands his phone to his friends.
“What about this?”
Jennie and Taehyung read, and they both give him the thumbs-up. So Jungkook gathers his courage, taking a deep breath, and though he thinks his heart might be in the process of exploding, he presses send.
[9:01 pm] Jungkook: hey, it’s jungkook. ngl, i’ve been thinking about what happened last thursday. do you want to meet up and talk about it?
He turns his phone off, putting it face down on the table, and then he meets his friends’ gaze. And then, for good measure, he chugs the rest of his maekju, which makes Taehyung cheer for him loud enough that the waitress, who’s been sitting at a table on the other side of the restaurant, looks at them quizzically.
The next hour is excruciating. Jungkook keeps glancing at his phone, and apart from a video Jimin sends him, his notifications remain void of you. Disappointment chokes him up, slowly but surely, even though Jennie reassures him and tells him you had dinner with a friend tonight and that you might just be busy. It doesn’t make him feel better, not even in the slightest.
Especially not when, later, he gets home to no text of you still, and to the sight of two random girls taking pictures of his house. They run when they see his car, most likely knowing he’ll call the police, yet Jungkook is in a foul mood by the time he’s showered and lied down in bed, turning on the TV just to have something to fill the silence.
Then, when he’s convinced you are not going to reply, his phone lights up, your name at the top of his notifications. Almost immediately, adrenaline floods his bloodstream and Jungkook sits up straight, grabbing the device. His heart racing, he opens the notification.
Only to wish he’d never text you.
[11:57 pm] You: hey. tbh, i don’t think there’s anything to say??
Jungkook shuts his eyes, heart sinking in his chest. But then his phone buzzes again, and he looks down at it.
[11:58 pm] You: actually… [11:59 pm] You: jennie said you have a concert next month?
Jungkook swallows around a lump in his throat. And even though he should probably wait before replying, he starts typing right away.
[00:00 am] Jungkook: yeah! you’re invited if you want to come:) [00:01 am] You: i’d love to🤗
Jungkook sighs in relief, tongue toying with his piercings as he watches the three dots pop up a few times before you send another text.
[00:03 am] You: about last week, i’m sorry
He frowns.
[00:04 am] Jungkook: you have nothing to be sorry about
And then, feeling emboldened, he adds:
[00:05 am] Jungkook: it was hot
It takes you a moment to reply. Jungkook is almost convinced you won’t reply at all, and he puts his phone away after three minutes of staring, if only because his eyes are starting to burn. Ten minutes later, his phone vibrates again.
[00:14 am] You: i meant for fighting but… i guess it was hot🤭
Jungkook’s throat goes dry, and the adrenaline in his system is replaced by something else entirely, something that makes him wish he was back a week ago, with you in his gym.
[00:16 am] Jungkook: oh yeah?🫣 [00:17 am] You: yeah [00:17 am] You: but that was very unlike me [00:18 am] You: idk what happened [00:19 am] Jungkook: i get that! dw about it [00:21 am] You: 😌 [00:21 am] You: gotta head to bed but… [00: 22 am] You: i’ll see you at the concert?
Three weeks really is too far away, Jungkook reckons. But he doesn’t know if he should push. Not when he receives a notification that Sara is streaming, and his heart strangely strains in his chest, her name in this moment feeling like a slap to the face. He swipes the notification up so that it goes away, and then replies to you.
Sara should not be in this thought when he’s talking to you anyway.
[00:24 am] Jungkook: sure!
And then, for good measures, he adds:
[00:24 am] Jungkook: we can grab a drink before too [00:25 am] Jungkook: if you want [00:26 am] You: i’ll let you know! i actually have to go back home early next week [00:27 am] Jungkook: oh? how come?
It takes you a few minutes to reply this time again, and Jungkook tries to focus on his show, though he really cannot bring himself to listen to what the characters are saying. Not when a small part of him wants to watch Sara’s stream instead, just to see how she’s doing. He feels disappointed with himself, mostly because he really doesn’t want to be thinking about her when he’s talking to you, but he can’t help it. It’s been second nature for so long, and he curses himself mentally, annoyance slowly taking a hold of him. Thankfully, when he receives a new message from you, Sara leaves his mind, replaced by the much more appealing thought of you.
[00:31 am] You: my publisher wants a meeting in person, and my cousin is getting married [00:32 am] Jungkook: congrats to your cousin:) [00:33 am] Jungkook: and the book is going well? [00:34 am] You: almost done with it, actually [00:34 am] Jungkook: already?! [00:35 am] You: yeah… the publisher is being a pain in the ass [00:35 am] Jungkook: I’m sorry [00:35 am] You: it’s okay. just means i have to lock in and focus on that [00:36 am] You: which is why i have to go to bed [00:36 am] You: i need to finish it over the weekend [00:37 am] Jungkook: well good luck with that! [00:37 am] You: thank you! [00:38 am] You: good night:) [00:39 am] Jungkook: good night, sleep well
And though Jungkook wishes you’d say something else, his phone doesn’t buzz again, and he assumes you’ve truly gone to bed. So he puts the device aside, trying to focus on the TV, but all he manages to do is think about you.
Your conversation went well. Hell, he feels all giddy as he rereads it, much like a teenager with a crush, and he’d be embarrassed with himself if it wasn’t because of you. You, who came all over his hand last week. You, with those pretty, shiny eyes that could likely drag him to hell if you wanted….
Though he might be disappointed he won’t get to see you soon since you’re leaving, the thought of you being at the concert next month sends Jungkook’s mind spiraling with excitement, and he really does feel like a stupid teenager with a crush.
He really can’t fucking wait for the next three weeks to be over.
Saturday, July 5th
It’s hot. Dreadfully so, and your cousin Chelsea was worried about possible downpours in the afternoon ruining the wedding, though so far all that’s visible up there is the blue, vast expanse of the summer sky, with the occasional white fluffy cloud leisurely travelling across.
It’s hot, yes, but it’s a beautiful day. With just the right amount of breeze to lift Chelsea’s veil perfectly in the pictures she takes with Ryan, her now husband, and you watch from the side with tears in your eyes, your other cousins and some family members surrounding you.
Hyunseok is somewhere at the reception hall, enjoying cocktail hour – he’s been your plus one since you RSVP’d for two, thinking Josh would accompany you. Instead, Hyunseok followed you home, never one to turn down a trip and free food and alcohol at a wedding. Though he’s been missing Haneul, you can tell he’s been enjoying his time here.
“She’s so pretty,” your mother says as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. “Doesn’t she look like a Disney princess?”
“She does,” you agree.
Your mother sighs dreamily. “Do you remember when you were younger and you tried on my wedding dress?”
You do. You’d been in middle school, and you had to do a photoshoot for a project with an important object to you. You’d chosen your mother’s dress, as pictures of your parents’ wedding day were all over the house growing up, and it was always a source of happiness to see them.
“It was way too big for me,” you reminisce, chucking lightly. “I still can’t believe you let me wear it.”
“I couldn’t say no to my baby,” she teases with a smile.
Indeed, you’re the youngest of three siblings, though your two older brothers couldn’t attend this wedding – one being stuck at an important conference on the other side of the country he could not skip as he was asked to host, and the other back home a plane flight away with his wife who’s about to give birth any time soon.
You lean your head against your mother’s, emotions rushing over you.
You were lucky. You had a great childhood, with parents that have always supported your dreams to become an author, and though you love the life you’ve started to build for yourself in Seoul, you do miss home sometimes.
“Alright, let’s do a picture with all the cousins,” the photographer says, and you quickly blink away your tears.
Your mother gives you a quick hug – she’s been sticking around as she’s your cousin’s godmother, and will be taking pictures with her after. You then follow your cousins to the spot the photographer tells you, and you pose like she recommends, laughing with your family.
Except for your brothers, all the cousins are girls, and as Chelsea is the first one to get married, it makes for a few emotional pictures as laughter turns into joyful tears, which only leads to more laughs.
The air is light with happiness you rarely know, the kind of happiness that’s elusive, the one you hold in your palms for just a short amount of time, thankful you’ve even experienced it. The reception feels the same way – the white and purple flowers create a magical ambiance, as do the strings of leaves hanging from the ceiling. The fairy lights entwined with the leaves basks the room in a warm glow that you know your memories won’t be able to render properly.
So you take pictures. You take pictures and you share conversations with family members you haven’t seen in forever. You try to avoid the questions about Josh, but they inevitably come, many uncles and aunts wondering where Josh is and who’s the guy that’s with you.
Hyunseok is great. He’s been talking with your family like he’s known them forever, and it feels a little less lonely with him around. Because, yes, despite it all, you can’t help feeling lonely tonight. Maybe it’s the fact that most people surrounding you are happy in love, and you’ve lost the one thing you’ve ever had. It’s been months, but it hits harder tonight.
But the food… the food is amazing. Decadent, even, and you and Hyunseok eat your fill, drowning it all with white wine that tastes just a little fruity. It matches the summer vibes, and you end up going outside to take pictures with Hyunseok after dinner, when dancing hasn’t quite started yet and the cake is half-eaten on your plates.
You didn’t stray too far from the reception, standing just a little off to the side of one of the doors leading to the party inside, and though the grass is a little wet, the air smelling of the rain that fell during dinner, you still decide it’s a good spot as any for pictures.
“I probably look bloated as hell,” you complain, patting your stomach.
Hyunseok, who’s holding your phone to take a picture of you, tilts his head to the side in annoyance. “Shut up. You look perfect.”
You lift your hand, letting out a long “Ayyy” that makes Hyunseok burst out laughing.
“Okay, diva,” he hypes you, and you can’t help but hit a few eccentric poses.
As Hyunseok keeps hyping you up, you turn around, looking back at him over your shoulder, and he snaps a few more pictures. But then, his eyes move from your phone to you, going wide as saucers.
“When the fuck were you going to tell me you’ve been texting Jeon Jungkook?”
You spin around. “What?!”
“Girl?” Hyunseok lets out a small disbelieving laugh. “‘Bet you look amazing in your dress’?”
“Oh my fucking God,” you let out, walking towards him to grab your phone out of his hands.
In truth, you’ve texted Jungkook sparsely over the last few days. You’ve been busy, and the time difference doesn’t quite make for easy conversation. But he’s still texted you consistently, asking you about your day and about your meeting with the publisher, which went a lot better than you thought it would.
Except they said they’ve loved what your agent told them about your book, and that the editor has put in a good word for the book so far. Not only that, but they said they’re excited for more books of that genre from you in the future, which you frankly don’t know if you have more stories like that under your sleeve, but you just laughed and told them you’d do your best.
You will. That’s what you’ve always done, even if your best sometimes falls short. You’re only human after all.
“Girl,” Hyunseok repeats as you see he’s already pressed on Jungkook’s message, and your conversation thread with him lights up the screen of your phone.
Indeed, Jungkook’s text really does read what Hyunseok just said, and you think you flush fully red.
You’ve never been more thankful for the good coverage of your foundation.
“Huh,” you let out.
“Bitch, Jeon Jungkook,” Hyunseok says. He laughs, and then repeats Jungkook’s name louder.
“Shut the fuck up,” you grumble through your teeth as you glare at him.
“Oh.” Hyunseok makes an apologetic face, looking around. Thankfully, it’s just you outside on this side of the building, so no one’s heard. “Is it like, a secret or something?”
You shut your eyes, scrunching up your nose as you try to figure out what you’ll say. And, to be fair, you trust Hyunseok with your life – even though the NDA Jungkook made you sign back when you’d met him and Jennie mentions you’re not supposed to talk about them at all, you know Hyunseok wouldn’t say anything.
“It’s just…” you trail off, shrugging your shoulders. “Remember the guy I told you I hooked up with at a party two weeks ago?”
Indeed, though you didn’t tell Jennie anything about what happened with Jungkook considering she’s his friend, you had felt the need to talk about it with someone, at least to a certain extent. That person ended up being Hyunseok, when you had dinner the night when Jungkook texted you for the first time.
“Bitch!” Hyunseok almost yells. “That was him?”
You slap his arm. “Shut up, holy fuck.” That just makes him laugh, and you throw him a stern look. “Yes, that was him. It was sudden and unexpected and nothing’s happened since then.”
“Well, he’s been texting you, mmh?”
You nod, chuckling. “Yeah.” You look down at your phone to see Jungkook’s text still on display, and you mindlessly scroll up. “Yeah, actually.”
“I’m so fucking happy for you.” Hyunseok pauses, narrowing his eyes. “But so jealous too. Goddamn. Jeon Jungkook.”
You giggle, slightly shaking your head. “Shut up, I told you it’s nothing.”
“Girl, it is not nothing,” Hyunseok says as he puts his fists on his hips. “He’s texting you. Thinking about you in your dress and shit.”
You worry at your lower lip, shrugging. “I guess?”
Hyunseok just stares at you for a few seconds, lips jutting in a small pout. “Why are you being so nonchalant about this?”
“I’m not!” You look at your phone, tongue toying with your cheek. “I just deadass thought he hated me, and I genuinely have not wrapped my head around what happened yet.”
Two guys walk out of the reception hall, and you watch them pass as music engulfs you for a short time before the door closes again. They’re Ryan’s friends, and you’ve never met before, so you just offer them a polite nod as they start walking down the path that leads to the field where you took pictures earlier.
You have half a thought of telling them it might be wet, but you refrain, not wanting them to stop for a chat.
“Why did you think he hated you?”
You wince. “Well, hate is a strong word,” you admit. “He was just… weird every time I saw him. Like weirdly cold and distant, and he was always looking at me like he wanted me to leave.”
“Oh you have to be the most oblivious person on this planet,” Hyunseok says. “I bet he was looking at you ‘cause he thinks you’re hot.”
“Well,” you let out, chuckling. “Can’t deny that.”
“Ayyyy.” Hyunseok high-fives you, and you look to your left.
There was a fountain earlier today in the middle of the pond, but now that the sun has almost fully set, gray clouds covering the sky up above, no water is spurting out of the pond anymore. There’s enough light for you to see that there’s a couple on the other side, and you don’t recognize them from the wedding.
They’re likely people from the event in the other reception hall.
“But seriously,” you add, “I really thought he didn’t like me, and then we fought and we kissed and it degenerated.”
“In a good way, though,” Hyunseok points out with a wink.
You nod. “Of course. And he’s asked Jennie for my number, and he’s been texting me a little. But it’s really nothing.”
“‘Bet you look good in that dress’,” Hyunseok repeats. “That is not nothing.”
You worry at your bottom lip. “I… I guess not.”
Hyunseok’s eyes light up like a cartoon character when they have an idea. “Send him a picture right now!”
“Oh no,” you refuse. “I told you I’m bloated.”
Hyunseok rolls his eyes. “You haven’t even checked the pictures I took yet.”
He’s got a point, so you switch apps to your picture app, and you click on the first picture he took.
It’s not bad. But you look awkward, like you’ve never been in front of a camera before, and it doesn’t get any better as you scroll through the pictures. But then you reach the one where you’re looking over your shoulder, and the open-backed dress reveals the muscles you’ve been working on at the gym.
You’ve indeed been working out even more since you’ve moved to Korea, often going in the morning before you start your day.
“Is this one good?” you ask Hyunseok.
He nods his head, clapping his hands. “Yes girl. Send it.”
You hesitate for just a few seconds, the wine from dinner clearly giving you more courage than you’d usually have. And, the moment you press send, you turn off your phone, meeting Hyunseok’s gaze.
“Let’s go inside and have a drink.”
Hyunseok snorts. “Good plan.”
You end up having more than one drink. In truth, despite being the one to text you first tonight, Jungkook doesn’t reply for hours. So you drink lychee martinis after lychee martinis, dancing with Hyunseok and with your cousins, even taking a shot with your mother.
You never thought you would take a shot with your mother one day, but here you are, downing the strong liquor. Your mother is a pro – she barely even winces, and she immediately asks for another round, and you truly party like you haven’t partied in forever.
There’s dancing and singing and Chelsea and Ryan looking absolutely in love. There’s your mother convincing your father to dance with her, and they too look so in love it almost makes your heart ache. And there’s Hyunseok, partying like he really has been part of this family forever. It’s fun, the fairy lights bathing everything in a surreal glow, and you’re walking back to the reception hall from the bathroom, some time after midnight, when Jungkook finally replies.
[00:09 am] Jungkook: you look fantastic [00:10 am] Jungkook: attached picture [00:10 am] Jungkook: been at rehearsals all day
Your eyes catch on the selfie he sent, his lips slightly jutting out as if he’s pouting. He’s throwing a peace sign, and he looks good, effortlessly, like he was born like this. And you reckon he was.
Jeon Jungkook has really good genes indeed.
You stop in your tracks, just staring at his picture. And then, alcohol acting as liquid courage, you take a selfie yourself, pressing send. And then you add:
[00:12 am] You: you lool good
You realize the typo after pressing send, and though you’d usually edit it hoping he doesn’t see, Jungkook immediately starts typing. So you wait, watching the three little dots moving for a few seconds before you receive a reply.
[00:13 am] Jungkook: are you drunk? haha
You pout.
[00:14 am] You: no:( [00:14 am] You: yes [00:14 am] You: good drunk
Jungkook doesn’t reply right away this time, and you get tired of waiting for him after what feels like an hour, but might have been just a few minutes. So you return to the reception, where people are dancing to classics from the 2000s. You join in on the fun, phone forgotten in your hand and then on the table where you ate when you go to drink water a little later.
The wedding is ending by the time you realize you don’t have your phone on you anymore and, drunk enough to panic easily, you get Hyunseok and your mother to help you look for it. You’re checking in the bathroom when your mother comes, handing you the device.
“Someone’s been texting you,” she says with a smirk, her skin flushed from the dancing and the drinks.
You immediately grab your phone, pressing it to your heart. “I thought someone had stolen it.”
Your mother laughs. “No one would dare steal a phone at a wedding. Maybe you’re just a little drunk?”
You are, though you’re pretty sure you haven’t actually drank anything for nearly an hour.
“Aren’t we all?”
Your mother snorts, eyes wrinkling at the corners. “We sure are.” She wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you out of the bathroom. “Let’s go home, your dad already called a taxi.”
You’ve been staying at your parents’ house since you came home, not having an apartment here anymore. It’s been strange to sleep in your childhood bedroom, yet you think about your bed as your mother leads you out, and you just can’t wait to be in bed.
In bed and cuddling with Roxie, your parents’ dog.
You’re yawning in the backseat of the taxi when you finally read the texts you’ve received while you accidentally lost your phone.
[00:23 am] Jungkook: sounds fun [00:24 am] Jungkook: make sure to drink water and eat something! [00:59 am] Jungkook: hope everything is okay [1:01 am] Jungkook: text me when you can? [1:17 am] Jungkook: lmao this made me think of you😂 [1:17 am]: Jungkook: attached link
You click on the link, startling when music starts playing. You apologize, and Hyunseok throws you a look from where he’s sitting on your left. Your mother’s on the other side, and she looks like she fell asleep with her head against the window.
It can’t be comfortable, but she doesn’t look like she cares, even as the taxi hits a small bump in the road and you swear she hits her head on the window.
You look back down at your phone then, watching the video Jungkook sent. It’s a squirrel that seems like it’s passed out, one little paw on its belly. It’s adorable, and you watch it a couple of times before returning to the conversation with him.
[2:01 am] You: wdym it made you think of me😭
You shut off your phone once you hit send, and you lean your head against Hyunseok for the rest of the ride home. When you finally arrive, you all file inside after your father pays for the taxi, and your parents immediately head upstairs to go to bed, wishing you and Hyunseok a good night.
And though you’re tired and probably should go to bed too, you need a snack first. So does Hyunseok, so you order burritos from a 24-hour place you used to order from all the time when you still lived here. You wait for the food to arrive in the living room while Hyunseok shows you the pictures you took of him that he prefers so that you help him choose which one to post on Instagram.
You feel too tired to bother with posting tonight, though you already know you’ll post the picture you sent to Jungkook, along with a picture that you took with Chelsea a long time before you got drunk.
“This one’s the best,” you say, pointing at Hyunseok’s phone as he’s swiping between the three pictures he prefers.
“Not this one?” he asks as he swipes left.
“Nah, the other is better. More candid.”
“Period,” Hyunseok lets out, and he switches to Instagram so that he can post the picture.
Your phone buzzes while he does so, and you look down expecting it to be the Door Dasher, but it’s Jungkook replying.
[2:21 am] Jungkook: lmao i thought you were passed out drunk [2:22 am] You: no, just waiting for food [2:22 am] You: actually sobering up
“Who are you texting?” Hyunseok says in a teasing tone, and he wiggles his eyebrows when you look at him.
You push him, and he falls on his side on the couch, laughing. “No one.”
Hyunseok stays in his lying position even after he’s done laughing, just scrolling Instagram. “Uh-huh,” he lets out.
You look up to the ceiling as if annoyed, and then resume your attention on your phone, right as a new text comes in.
[2:25 am] Jungkook: what are you getting
The Door Dasher ends up arriving right as you’re starting to type a reply, so you erase it, taking a picture of your burrito once you’ve grabbed the bag with your food outside. And then you eat the food, lying back against the couch as the flavours melt on your tongue.
“Oh this is good,” Hyunseok says. “Wow.”
“I know,” you reply despite your mouth being full. You swallow. “It always hits so good.”
Hyunseok makes a non-committal sound of agreement, and then you busy yourselves with eating, conversation becoming futile when good food is to be had.
[2:33 am] Jungkook: that looks so good
You smile as you send him a picture of the half-eaten burrito.
[2:34 am] You: it is
Jungkook’s reply comes right away, and you almost choke on your bite as you read it.
[2:35 am] Jungkook: wish I was there with you so that i could have some [2:36 am] You: oh yeah?
Your heart rate picks up as you watch the three dots appear and disappear a few times.
[2:37 am] Jungkook: yeah [2:37 am] Jungkook: i’d kill to see how good you look right now
As a matter of fact, you think you don’t look half as good as you did earlier in the evening, but you still blush at his words.
[2:38 am] You: you wanna see me? [2:38 am] Jungkook: is that a trick question [2:39 am] You: no🤭 [2:39 am] Jungkook: you still in that dress?
“Oof, I’m gonna go to bed,” Hyunseok says from beside you, his burrito finished. “I’m going to fall asleep on the couch if I don’t.”
He’s been sleeping in one of your brothers’ rooms in the basement, and he gets up from the couch, stretching.
“Good night,” you tell him.
“You’re not going to tuck me in?” he asks, puppy dog eyes on display.
You laugh. “Shut up and just go to bed. I’m going to head up.”
Hyunseok sighs dramatically before wishing you a good night. You wish him back, and then you shove Hyunseok’s burrito’s empty wrapper in the bag in which you got the food, before carrying it to the trash in the kitchen. You end up putting the rest of your burrito away in a container that you put in the fridge, and then you head upstairs, tip-toeing past the door to your parents’ room to reach the bathroom that’s in front of your room.
And then you grab your phone, taking a picture in the mirror. You send it to Jungkook, and then say,
[2:47 am] You: gonna take it off now
Jungkook takes a few minutes to reply, and you’re naked, makeup off, when his next message comes in.
[2:54 am] Jungkook: wish i could take it off you
Your blood heats. Turns to liquid magma, warmth spreading through you at his words. He hasn’t flirted like that once, and it does something to you that you reckon might be madness. But your core grows warm too, sensitive, and all you can think of is the way he touched you two weeks ago.
[2:55 am] You: wish you could touch me
Your heart starts racing, and you nibble at your bottom lip in expectation as you wait for him to reply. When it takes a little too long, you decide to turn the shower on, knowing you need to feel clean to be able to fall asleep.
[2:58 am] Jungkook: touch you how [2:58 am] You: 🙄 [2:59 am] You: you know how
You’re horny. Maybe it’s because you haven’t really been able to fully get him out of your head since that night, but you feel your pussy clenching at just the thought of those fingers of his and what they did to you in his gym.
[3:00 am] Jungkook: i think you should remind me
He’s frustrating. Infinitely so, and you get in the shower, making sure your phone is far away from the water when you reply.
[3:00 am] You: like at the party at your place
You slide a hand between your legs, not surprised to find wetness already collecting there. And when Jungkook sends you a picture next, you feel your knees get weak, and you promptly get out of the shower, throwing a towel on the ground so that you can sit on it, leaning your back against the wall.
He’s sent you a picture of his dick. He’s fully clothed, but you can see the outline of his erection through his underwear, and he’s holding the base of it.
[3:02 am] Jungkook: look at what you’re doing to me [3:04 am] You: shit jk
You think about him. About how he must be touching himself right now, the thought of you making his blood boil just like the thought of him does to you. And he’s hard. You can tell he’s hard from the picture, and you so, so wish he wasn’t on the other side of the world right now.
[3:05 am] Jungkook: too much? [3:06 am] You: no, i want more
You slide your hand between your legs again, teasing your clit. It’s already swollen, crying for attention, and you press your lips together to avoid moaning at the sensation.
The last thing you want is someone hearing you right now.
[3:07 am] Jungkook: you wet for me?
You dip a finger into your pussy, and it slides right in, coming out slick with your juices. You use it as lubrication on your clit as you start pressing circles on it, keeping a slow, lazy rhythm for now.
[3:08 am] You: yes [3:08 am] Jungkook: show me
You bite at your lower lip, a small part of you being reticent at the idea of sending him a picture. Not because you’re against it – you’re two adults that are allowed to have fun – but because you’re afraid he won’t like it, won’t think you’re as attractive as you think he is.
But then you remember the picture he sent of himself, and you scroll up to look at it again, your heart beating out of your chest. You pick up the rhythm on your clit, and your eyes flutter shut for a few seconds, allowing you to imagine it’s him touching you instead.
Then, your shyness dissipates, mostly because you want to please him. Want him to find you hot, even more than he’s told you before that he does find you hot. So you angle your phone between your legs, taking a picture that shows how your pussy is already glimmering with your wetness, and you send it to Jungkook, waiting on the chat for him to reply.
[3:11 am] Jungkook: holy shit y/n [3:12 am] Jungkook: i wanna fucking taste you
At his words, you push a finger inside of yourself again, curling it to find the spot that makes your head spin. It doesn’t feel as nearly as good as it was when it was him touching you, but the picture of his dick he sends next still makes your walls flutter around your digit.
He’s taken off his underwear, and he’s gripping his dick hard, holding it up for you to see. He’s big, that much you can tell, and your eyes follow along a vein that starts at the base of him and goes all the way up to the tip.
You reply with another picture of yourself, this one with your finger inside of you, and Jungkook replies with a short video.
“Fuck,” you hear him say as he jerks himself up slowly, light catching in the bead of precum that already sits on his slit.
You push a second finger inside of yourself, increasing the rhythm of the back and forth motion you were already doing. And then you film yourself for a few seconds, taking your fingers out of your pussy at the end so that you can spread them, a line of wetness stretching between them before it breaks.
[3:17 am] Jungkook: that’s so fucking hot [3:18 am] Jungkook: want to fuck you so bad [3:19 am] You: i wanna suck your dick [3:19 am] You: it’s unfair you touched me and i didn’t touch you
The video Jungkook sends this time is of him jerking himself off faster, and he grunts and says your name like you’re a prayer. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, and you watch the video on repeat a few times.
He’s rough with himself. Holding himself tight, moving fast and slapping his balls on the way down. It’s so, so fucking hot, and you wonder how good he’d fuck you.
You feel like you wouldn’t be able to walk after.
You send another video, starting with fingering yourself and then circling your clit fast and hard. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you imagine his dick splitting you open, ramming into you so hard you’d see stars…
[3:21 am] Jungkook: i’m gonna come so fast
You don’t blame him. You already feel your high nearing you, though it’s still out of reach. It might be because of the alcohol that’s left in your system, or because you’re tired after your day. But though you feel an orgasm coming, it stubbornly stays still, refusing to explode.
[3:21 am] You: i wanna see [3:22 am] You: wish you’d come inside me instead [3:23 am] Jungkook: fuck
Another video comes in, and you think Jungkook has gone insane. Because he’s sitting in a chair facing a mirror, and he’s filming the mirror while he pleasures himself. It’s hot, sinfully so, his head thrown back to reveal his Adam’s apple, his biceps flexing as he moves quickly. His chest is red, and he’s breathing hard, and all you want to do is climb on top of him so that you can fuck yourself on him.
[3:25 am] Jungkook: i’ll fill you up when you come back
You’re going to come. As much as your orgasm was avoiding you, it’s now coming right at you, and you start filming, fingering yourself fast, your palm slapping on your clit every time you go in. It’s hard to keep your moans in, but you bite at your lower lip, imagining Jungkook finishing in you, and you go over the edge, tumbling into your climax.
It’s intense. Not quite as mind-numbing as it was when Jungkook was knuckles deep inside of you, but you still lose your vision for a few seconds, fingers stilling deep inside of you as your thighs tighten around your wrist.
You send the video to Jungkook, and then you just sit there, back against the wall, as you try to catch your breath.
That is, until he replies with another video, and you watch him as he strokes himself, the muscles under the skin of his arm dancing with his movements. He’s going even harder than before, slapping his balls so hard on the way down that it has to hurt, and then he’s coming, white spurting out of his dick and landing on his abs.
You want to lick him clean. It’s feral, animalistic, but you can’t help it when he comes with your name on his lips, like he’s done it a hundred times before.
The video ends as he’s holding his dick up, cum dripping down on his fingers, and you don’t think you can breathe anymore. You just sit there, trying to fill your lungs with oxygen, and Jungkook texts you again.
[3:28 am] Jungkook: holy shit [3:28 am] Jungkook: that was…
It’s strange to read words under that last video he sent, and it’s almost like your brain can’t compute them. You must have been staring at your phone for too long, because Jungkook sends another message.
[3:31 am] Jungkook: you’re driving me crazy, y/n [3:32 am] Jungkook: can’t stop thinking about you
You swallow, gulping, and then you take a deep breath.
[3:32 am] You: can’t stop thinking about you too [3:33 am] Jungkook: 😌 [3:34 am] Jungkook: i can’t wait to see you
You wet your lips, mind still buzzing with your high, yet a smile still breaks out on your features, too.
You wish you could kiss him. Wish you could hold him for a few seconds, as you regain your breath. You wish you weren’t alone, in the bathroom of your childhood house, sitting right outside the shower with steam wafting out of it.
[3:34 am] You: i’m coming back soon
You get up, putting your phone down on the counter before you go back into the shower, quickly cleaning yourself. Your skin feels tingly from your high, and you revel in it, even as your exhaustion catches up to you.
You step out of the shower once you’re done, wrapping yourself up in a clean towel. You immediately check your phone to see that Jungkook has texted you again.
[3:35 am] Jungkook: i know [3:36 am] Jungkook: i’ll see you then [3:43 am] Jungkook: i assume you went to bed? [3:43 am] Jungkook: good night, i hope you sleep well
You smile, drying yourself with your towel and quickly putting your PJs on. You reply to him as you’re brushing your teeth, wishing him a good night too – even though it probably isn’t even close to bed time for him – and then you head to your room, softly closing the door behind you before you climb under the covers.
And though you’d meant to stay up until he replies, you fall asleep almost right away, phone still clutched in your hand, your dreams visited by a familiar man with a sleeve of tattoos that knows how to touch you like no one else can
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well well well mmmmmmh what did we think of this chapter?? the ending though.... let me know what you think <3
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