Iris | ch 8 (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: cursing, taehyung being a dick, some mentions of sara, explicit content: jerking off, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nipple play, clit play, creampie
☆word count: 8.5k
☆a/n: hope you guys enjoy this new chapter <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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Thursday, August 7th
Jungkook hasn’t been in such a good mood in months. No, his good moods usually never linger around, but he’s been feeling like he’s on cloud nine for weeks now.
Ever since their last concert, and the time he got to spend with you. Which isn’t too much of it, as he’s been busy with rehearsals for their upcoming tour along with filming for music videos, but he still made time for you at least once a week.
He’d want more, always, but his schedule doesn’t really allow it. So instead, he enjoys the rare moments he gets with you, and keeps them tucked close to his heart whenever you’re apart. They’re little pearls of time, precious moments he knows he’ll never want to forget.
He hasn’t watched Sara stream in the last three weeks. Hasn’t really even thought about her at all, choosing to Facetime you instead when he has a short break in his day. You always pick up with a smile on your face and bright eyes that make being busy annoying, but also so worth it.
“Let’s run that one again,” the director of the music video says, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He blinks back to reality, the lights of the set almost blinding where he’s standing, and he gives a quick nod to the director, though it goes unnoticed as he’s already instructing Jimin and Taehyung as to what he wants them to do.
“The rest of you, just do the same thing,” the director then yells, and he returns behind the camera as the crew repositions themselves for filming to resume.
They’re filming a scene for the music video, the only one in which they’re actually playing their respective instruments. The rest of the music video is more of a story telling how they made it through the military service and the time they spent apart from each other, and Jungkook already knows that the fans will love it.
In truth, he thinks the fans will love the new album a lot more than they loved what they put out in the past. Maybe because their music has grown in time with the fans, and the subjects they now speak of are more mature, things that adults can relate to more than teenagers.
The director does the countdown to resume filming, and the track of the song blasts from the speakers around the makeshift scene. They start playing again, the camera focusing more on Jimin and Taehyung, yet Jungkook gives his all in the back, much like he always does lately.
You’ve given him an infinite well of energy, and it shows in everything they do. He’s always the first one there and the last one to leave, if only because he wants to impress you. Wants you to remember the days of being a fan of the group, if only because he wants you to love the music as much as he does.
He wants you in every aspect of his life, and though it should be scary, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever. For years, he’s stopped himself from building something with someone else in fear that Sara would come back, which she always did, but now he knows he’d tell her to leave if she tried to come back.
Hell, he’s never replied to the message she sent him after their concert, and she hasn’t reached out again, so he doubts she’ll ever come back anyway. He’s finally free of her, and now all he has to do is enjoy you.
He’s seeing you tomorrow. They have two days off before returning to rehearsals on Sunday, and though you’re busy until the early evening, he’ll get to see you tomorrow night, and then you’ll spend Saturday together.
He really can’t fucking wait.
They end up redoing the scene seven more times after that take, the director wanting to film each of them individually, too, as to have tiny tidbits of all of them sprinkled through the big thing. It could be annoying, exhausting even, yet Jungkook feels excited as they do so, if only because he knows they have a break after, and he’ll text you to ask about how your meeting with your editor went.
Apparently, they asked you to rewrite the ending of the book, and you seemed extremely bummed about it the last time you mentioned it. But Jungkook encouraged you, and he knows you’ve been working hard at it over the last two weeks.
“Cut!” the director finally yells, ending the final tape they needed, and Jungkook gets up, stretching.
A set assistant walks out with water bottles she hands to all of them, and Jungkook grabs his with a smile on his lips, drinking deeply as she moves along to Yoongi and Namjoon. He’s chugged half of it when Taehyung swears loudly, almost making him choke.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jimin asks Taehyung, who just throws his water bottle on the floor, storming away.
Jimin meets Jungkook’s gaze as an awkward atmosphere fills the set, and Jungkook winces, before running after his friend.
Taehyung is halfway to the dressing room when Jungkook catches up to him. Taehyung’s on his phone, eyes cast downwards to look at the screen, and Jungkook spies the name of Jennie at the top of the conversation Taehyung is looking at.
They’ve been having a rocky few days, some ghosts from their past haunting them – Jennie, asking Taehyung for more attention as she feels left out of his life and Taehyung, asking for space to concentrate on their busy schedule.
It’s always been an issue between the two of them, Taehyung never being the best at balancing work and personal life. They used to get in arguments about it all the time before Taehyung broke up the week before he enlisted, but Jungkook reckons the issue caught up to them regardless.
“You good?” Jungkook hesitantly asks as they reach the dressing room.
Taehyung simply scoffs, not bothering to say anything, and he walks into the room, closing the door in Jungkook’s face.
Not one to be deterred by his friend’s shitty mood, Jungkook walks in, leaving the door wide open as he folds his arms on his chest.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook asks.
“Nothing,” Taehyung replies, his tone clipped.
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow in disbelief, leaning against the door frame. “Got in an argument with Jennie again?”
“Again?” Taehyung repeats, and then he scoffs. “So she’s talked to you already?”
It sounds like an accusation, and Jungkook just remains silent as he stares down his friend. Taehyung turns around, cursing under his breath, and he pulls on a chair before sitting on it.
“You really need to choose who your friend’s with here.”
“We’re adults, Tae,” Jungkook carefully says. “Let’s act like it.”
It clearly was the wrong thing to say, because Taehyung gets up, stalking towards Jungkook. “What the fuck did you just tell me?”
For a moment, Jungkook is afraid Taehyung will punch him, and so he chooses to remain silent, just holding his friend’s gaze. That seems to work better, as Taehyung shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Shit, sorry,” Taehyung apologizes. “I just can’t believe we’re fighting over this again.”
He looks around, and then sighs deeply, returning to the chair where he sat before. Jungkook follows him, sitting on the chair next to it, and he just looks at his friend’s profile as he’s looking at his phone.
“I don’t know what to tell her anymore,” Taehyung finally says a minute later, sounding far too defeated. “I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her.”
Jungkook’s brows knit together, confusion sweeping through him. “What do you mean?”
Taehyung meets his gaze. “She always wants more. Feels like who I am right now is not enough.”
Jungkook pulls at his piercings, tilting his head to the side. “Before I say anything, I’ll say that she in fact has not talked to me.”
But she talked to you, and you talked to him, but Taehyung doesn’t need to know that.
“So I don’t know if what I’ll say is fully accurate, but I think she just wants you to make the effort to see her more.”
“I did when I had time!” Taehyung scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know how fucking busy we’ve been these last weeks. I don’t have time to hang out.”
“We’re off tomorrow,” Jungkook points out. “Have you planned to see her?”
Taehyung shuts his eyes, rolling his shoulders. “I have a shooting for a commercial tomorrow.”
Shit.
“But I said I’d go to hers and bring take out after.”
“That’s good,” Jungkook says encouragingly. “Why are you upset, then?”
“She said she’s busy. And that she wants to see each other on Saturday instead, but I’m supposed to hang out with the Wooga guys.”
Jungkook tenses, because the Wooga guys include Park Seojoon, Sara’s now boyfriend. Taehyung completely misses his discomfort, clearly too deep in his own.
“Should they uh… really be a priority right now?”
The affronted look Taehyung throws his way makes Jungkook want to disappear through the floor. “Listen, I know you don’t like Seojoon because of Sara, but they’re still my close friends.”
Jungkook raises his hands in defense. “That is not what I meant.”
“Whatever.” There’s a tense silence, and then Taehyung sighs again. “I told her it’s tomorrow night or nothing, and she sent me a paragraph to complain about how I don’t prioritize her.”
He doesn’t. In Jungkook’s honest opinion, Taehyung does not prioritize Jennie at all, but he doesn’t know how to communicate that to his friend without it becoming an argument.
Namjoon would be better at this than he is.
“Well then…” Jungkook trails off, not knowing what to say. “I could try to talk to her.”
“And tell her what?”
Jungkook shrugs, glancing behind himself as he hears the scuffing of shoes by the door. It’s Jimin and Hoseok, who both look like they were ready to fight if needed.
“That you love her,” Jungkook simply replies. “And that you both are flawed, but if you got together again, it means you can overcome hurdles together. Just gotta compromise.”
“Exactly what I said earlier,” Jimin pipes in. “Just plan something elaborate next weekend, and go sleep over during the week. Doesn’t she live closer anyway?”
Taehyung remains silent for a few seconds, before muttering, “She does.”
“Then it’s easy,” Jimin adds. “Tell her you can go sleep at hers next week and that you’re taking her out on a date on Saturday.”
Taehyung does not look like he wants to do that, yet he gives a curt nod. “Okay.”
Jimin and Jungkook exchange a look, both sensing that Taehyung is probably not going to do that at all, but before they can say anything, Namjoon appears in the door frame.
“We’re going to get samgyeopsal.”
It probably was meant to be an invitation, but Namjoon doesn’t say anything else, just knocking on the door frame once before turning back the way he came. They all follow him out of the dressing room, from the instincts of the years when Namjoon would order them around as the leader of the group – even though he’s the oldest, Seokjin never really wanted to lead.
And though he tries to talk to his older friend again as they’re finishing to eat some time later, Taehyung leaves before Jungkook has a chance to.
It stresses Jungkook out more than it should.
Friday, August 8th
You want to bash your head in the wall. In truth, you want to jump out the window – not actually, just as an euphemism. But if you have to write a single other sentence for this book…
You can’t seem to make the end of the book work again. You feel like it worked perfectly well as it was, but apparently it didn’t. The editor didn’t like that the mob boss died. Said it was lazy writing, that he should not sacrifice himself for the main character. But it just made sense – he wasn’t directly involved in the main character’s father’s death, but he felt responsible for it. And now you don’t know how to end it anymore. The book’s themes feel too dark to have it end with the main character and the mob boss falling in love.
But they did. It sort of happened on its own, when they were at a poker game where you revealed that the police officer was actually involved with a ring of criminals unrelated to the mob boss. They were the ones to eliminate her father when he got too close to finding out the truth about them after the mob boss sent him on their trail. The poker game ended in a shooting where the mob boss protects the main character, getting shot in the shoulder by the police officer.
Which led to them falling in love. They fell in love as she stitched the wound for him, and you think it was always meant to end that way. She was always meant to fall in love with the dark man and his sleeve of tattoos…
But, the editor does not want him dead. So you can’t kill him, and you don’t know how to keep him alive. Because the police officer and his goons storm the mob boss’s house at an auction dinner, and the chaos that ensues leads to him jumping in front of the main character to protect her from getting killed by the police officer.
Or maybe… Maybe he could still jump in front of her. Maybe he could protect her and get injured without dying. It might feel redundant as he’s done it already, but it could become something the main character teases him about.
She could tease him about how he’s always catching bullets for her. How he should learn to have a survival instinct, and he could tell her that his only instinct is towards her. That he doesn’t care if he lives or dies, as long as he gets to be with her when the end comes.
It’s romantic. You know you’ll have to figure out the conversation more for it to flow naturally, but it’s a start. So you get to work, rewriting the scene from the moment the police officer and his men burst into the ballroom of the house. It’s packed with action, with shorter sentences to make the readers feel out of breath, like they’re in the middle of the action too…
When the mob boss is bleeding out on the floor, your fingers pause, hovering over the keyboard of your laptop. And then you laugh. You laugh, because you know what should happen. It’s so clear now, like you should have figured it out earlier…
The main character picks up the mob boss’s pistol. Takes aim at the police officer, who raises his hands and tells her, "Sweetheart, you don’t want to do this”. But she does. Oh, she really does, and she shoots him right between the eyes, killing him with no regrets.
And then she’s with the mob boss, pressing a hand on his wound, and he tells her she’s his angel. She kisses him in the chaos surrounding them, and then his second helps to carry him out. They go down a dusty staircase usually used by the staff of the house, and they escape through the night.
You finish the chapter, sitting back in your chair as you fold your arms on your chest. You reread it, feeling satisfied enough that you send it to your agent to see what she thinks, and if she agrees with this direction. Mostly, to ask if she believes you should keep going, or if the editor will once more call your writing lazy.
Once the email is crafted and sent, you finally allow yourself to go upstairs, where you left your phone so you wouldn’t be distracted while you write. And you know you would have had reasons to be distracted – Jungkook is off today, and he said he’d send you pictures of him working out.
He’s done that a bunch over the last few weeks, and it’s been driving you insane in all the best ways possible. Almost as much as the moments you got to spend with him, where he showed you just how much he knows how to touch you already.
It’s insane. You’ve never had a connection with anyone like this before, like it’s more natural than the wind and the rain and the sky, yet being with Jungkook, laying with him, feels more natural than all those things combined.
You sit on your mattress as you get upstairs, reaching for your phone on the other side of it. It was face down, volume off to make sure it wouldn’t disturb your writing and you grab it, turning it in your hand to take a look at the screen. Your heart drops in your chest as you see you have five missed calls from Jennie, along with a dozen of messages.
Jungkook texted you, too, but you ignore his messages in favour of opening the conversation thread with Jennie.
[2:34 pm] Jennie✨: babe [2:34 pm] Jennie✨: tae said he needs a break [2:35 pm] Jennie✨ i can’t believe this shit
You quickly read through the other messages, all of them growing increasingly more desperate and sad. She’s freaking out, visibly so, and your heart breaks in your chest for her. So you call her, but she sends you right to voicemail, though a text message comes in almost instantly.
[4:45 pm] Jennie✨: am crying [4:46 pm] Jennie✨: can’t believe i lost him again [4:46 pm] You: are you at home?
It takes a moment for Jennie to reply, and you’re already grabbing a raincoat and an umbrella from the closet by the door when her reply comes in.
[4:50 pm] Jennie✨: yes [4:51 pm] You: omw
*****
Jennie is a mess. She’s been a mess, sobbing in your arms for the better part of the last hour while Jungkook and Mingyu have just been sitting there like they’re going through a nightmare.
You didn’t know Jungkook was here. But Jennie admitted that she called Mingyu when you didn’t pick up, and Jungkook and Mingyu were together, so they both came to the rescue. You reckon they seem like they’ve been doing a shit job at cheering her up, but they’re men.
Men suck with emotions.
“He just said he needs to think about it all,” Jennie says for what feels like the hundredth time. “Again. He always does this shit.”
“And you always go back to him.” Mingyu’s words earn him a glare from you and a punch in the shoulder from Jungkook. “What! It’s true.”
“I thought he would have changed after the military,” Jennie says, glaring at him through her red eyes and swollen nose.
“He’s been stressed”, Jungkook says, which only makes Jennie glare at him, too. “He’s shutting me out too.”
“But not his stupid friends.” Jennie sniffs, glancing at her phone as it lights up.
It’s not a message from Taehyung. You know it because she visibly deflates, and a rush of fresh tears roll down her cheeks.
“Bet he’s with them right now,” she adds. “Laughing and shit when he fucking broke my heart again.”
“Babe…” you let out, grabbing a tissue from the box sitting between the two of you. You dab her cheeks, and she just starts crying harder the second your gazes meet, so you pull her in again, letting her cry on your shoulder. “Deep breaths,” you gently say as you rub her back.
Mingyu says something behind you in Korean – you recognize the words for ice cream – and Jungkook replies in the affirmative.
“I’ll be back,” Mingyu then says, and you glance at him.
He offers you a weak smile, and then he leaves, disappearing down the hallway that leads to the front door of Jennie’s spacious condo. You return your attention to Jennie, who takes a shuddering breath in before leaning back from the hug so she can lean on the backrest of the couch instead, looking at you.
“I don’t feel like eating ice cream,” she tells you, like you’re the one that suggested it.
“He’s just trying to help,” you gently say, and you meet Jungkook’s gaze quickly. “Is there something you’d rather have?”
“A baseball bat,” she grumbles. “So I can beat some sense into Taehyung.”
“Woah,” Jungkook lets out. “Let’s not resort to violence here.”
“Let’s throw eggs on his house,” Jennie adds, ignoring Jungkook. “I could slash his fucking tires.”
You snort. “Period. I’ll help.”
Jungkook sighs, before weakly saying, “I’ll drive you guys.”
That earns a smile from Jennie, and you look at it like it’s a rainbow after the worst storm of the century.
“He’ll kill you,” Jennie says.
Jungkook shrugs. “He can try.”
She snorts, before sighing loudly. And then she looks between the two of you, and her eyes grow silver again. “To think y’all are dating when I’m getting dumped.”
She’s crying again, and you put a hand on her forearm, squeezing softly.
“Hey, hey, he just asked for a break, he didn’t break up.” You meet Jungkook’s big doe eyes after the words leave your mouth, and you wet your lips. “And Jungkook and I are just friends. Nothing more.”
It hurts him. He recoils, immediately frowning, his big eyes narrowing to unhappy slits. But then you nod your head towards Jennie, trying to communicate with your eyes what you can’t say in front of her.
Jungkook doesn’t seem like he understands for a few seconds, but then his face lights up with comprehension, and he says, “Yeah, we’re just friends.”
Jennie deflates even more. “I want you guys to like each other.”
She’s pouting, and you chuckle at the sight. “Friends like each other.”
She remains silent, just taking a deep breath as she grabs a tissue to wipe her cheeks once more. She throws it on the pile of used tissues on the floor, and you glance at Jungkook again.
He looks pensive, eyes downcast, and he doesn’t look up to meet your gaze. You hope he’s not upset with your words, and that he understood you were just trying not to upset Jennie.
The last thing she needs right now is you two rubbing in her face how you’ve been standing in front of a blooming relationship.
At least that’s what you think it is. It surely feels like it, and though you’re still wary about Jungkook not being over his ex, he hasn’t mentioned her since that day after the concert. And the praises he reserves for you whenever he’s balls deep in you…
You feel your cheeks burning, and you push the thought away, clearing your throat.
“Can we watch Mean Girls?” Jennie asks.
Right as she says the words, you hear the front door unlocking, and Mingyu strolls into the living room a few seconds later with a tub of ice cream in a seethrough plastic bag.
“I got the goods,” he says proudly.
Jennie sighs, and then motions towards the kitchen. “Go get bowls.”
He does so, and you hear him looking through drawers and cupboards for a few seconds before he returns. Meanwhile, Jungkook busies himself with setting up the movie, and soon enough, the four of you sit together on the floor in front of the couch so that you can eat while watching.
You’re halfway through when the front door bell rings, and Jennie throws a look in that direction, frowning as she pauses the movie.
“Did you invite someone else?” she asks.
You shake your head no, both the guys replying in the negative, too.
“Weird,” she lets out.
“I’ll get it,” Jungkook quickly says, and he gets up from where he was sitting next to you, jogging to the front door.
You all listen, looking in the direction he went, and Jennie jumps to her feet when a baritone voice is heard.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
It’s Taehyung asking, and Jennie runs out of the living room. You and Mingyu both get up to follow her, though you stop when you can see the door.
Jennie has her arms thrown around Taehyung’s neck, and he’s holding a bouquet of red roses while Jungkook stands to the side, visibly trying to avoid the glare Taehyung is throwing his way.
Taehyung’s gaze shifts to you, and the daggers lessen as he catches sight of you.
“We were just hanging out,” Jungkook replies then, motioning over his shoulder at you and Mingyu.
Taehyung hands him the bouquet, and Jungkook grabs it, throwing you a confused look. And then Taehyung is pushing Jennie back until he can close the door behind himself before he wraps his arm around her waist, hiding his face in her neck.
You wave Jungkook over, but he just stupidly stands there for a moment, until Mingyu says his name in a hushed whisper that still cuts through the air. Jungkook startles, and then he turns and walks over to you guys.
“What sh–” he starts, but you put a finger on your mouth to tell him to shut up before grabbing his arm and Mingyu’s arm, pulling them towards the kitchen.
And then, thinking better of it, you push them out on the balcony. You follow them, closing the sliding door behind you, and the two men look at you as you turn around.
“Let’s just give them space,” you explain.
“It’s raining,” Mingyu deadpans.
It is. But the balcony is large, and there’s a small roof over part of it that allows you to remain dry.
“We’re okay,” you say, and you glance at Jungkook who’s just looking at the bouquet of roses in his hands.
“He brought her flowers,” he says, and he lets out a small, disbelieving chuckle. “Taehyung fucking brought her flowers.”
He looks up, smiling, to see you and Mingyu looking at him with your brows furrowed in confusion.
“He’s never brought her flowers before,” Jungkook explains. “Guess he figured out he’s a dick.”
“Flowers don’t excuse his fuck ass behaviour,” Mingyu says. “She deserves better.”
“He’ll be better,” Jungkook replies with such quiet conviction that you immediately believe him.
They’re practically brothers, after all. If anyone would know, it’s him.
“Still don’t trust him,” Mingyu says with a slight shake of his head. “Why would he ask for a break and then show up here with flowers a few hours later?”
“He probably realized he was wrong and decided to apologize before it was too late,” you guess. “Which is a good thing.”
“Well, define a good thing. We’re stuck on a balcony in the rain,” Mingyu grumbles. You laugh in time with Jungkook, and Mingyu just looks between the two of you before leaning his head back, looking towards the sky. “I guess there are worse things in life than this.”
“Definitely,” you say.
There are. There are a lot of worse things in life than your friend not actually getting her heart broken today. Relief washes over you, and you really, really hope Jungkook is right. Because Jennie deserves happiness, always, and you know she won’t want it if it doesn’t come from Taehyung.
She loves him too much.
The sliding door opens, and you turn to see Jennie standing there. You spy Taehyung a few steps behind her, his hands in his pockets, and he meets your gaze for barely a second before looking away.
“What are you guys doing out here?” she asks.
“Y/n thought it was best to give you space,” Mingyu explains.
Jennie laughs, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, thanks for that, bubs. But you guys can come in.”
You do so, and there’s an awkward silence while the five of you exchange a look, until you figure someone should say something. So you clear your throat, and say, “Are you okay?”
Jennie gives you a small smile. “I will be.” She looks at Taehyung, and then adds, “Did you guys want to finish the movie?”
“I think I’ll head home,” Mingyu says, scratching the back of his neck. “But I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He then walks closer to Taehyung, and says, “If you hurt her again, I think I’ll kill you.”
“Mingyu!” Jennie bursts out.
He looks over his shoulder, winking at her, and then he walks away. Taehyung remains silent, though you’re pretty sure he clenched his jaw. He takes a deep breath, and then says, “I deserved that.”
“You did,” Jungkook agrees, and he hands the flowers to Jennie. “If you don’t mind, I think Y/n and I will go, too.”
Jennie smiles, looking between the two of you. “Leaving together, I see.”
“We’re neighbours,” you remind her as you narrow your gaze at her, but she ignores it, turning around to grab a vase in a cupboard to put her flowers in.
“I’ll see you at rehearsals on Sunday,” Jungkook tells Taehyung, and he taps his friend on the shoulder.
Taehyung nods and then speaks in Korean. “Yeah. Thank you for the message you sent, by the way. You opened my eyes.”
At least you think that’s what he said with your limited Korean knowledge, though you reckon you’ve been getting a lot better in the last few months after hanging out with all of them for so long.
“Of course, bro,” Jungkook replies, and then he looks over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “You coming?”
“Yes,” you say, but you quickly jog to Jennie, pulling her into a hug. “You need to tell me everything tomorrow,” you tell her in a whisper.
She nods her head. “Will do. Thank you for today.”
“Anytime, girl.” You hug her again. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
*****
Jungkook taps his finger on the wheel in time with the beat of the music, the windshield wiper swiping across the windshield in a quick flurry. It’s hypnotizing, especially as you’re stuck in traffic, and you’ve been silent for most of the ride, looking outside the passenger window.
He glances at you, and you haven’t moved from your position. From this angle, all he sees is your profile, though you turn your head as you sense his gaze on you.
“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks before returning his attention to the world outside as the car in front of you move.
“Yeah”, you let out, and you wet your lips before adding, “You think Taehyung and Jennie will be okay?”
Of course you’d be worried for Jennie. Despite the fact you haven’t been friends for a long time, Jungkook can tell you have grown extremely close to Jennie. Enough so that she chose to call you today, and not Rosé or Lisa.
“I think so,” Jungkook says as he presses his foot on the accelerator, and the car inches forward, slowly, to make sure he doesn’t bump into the car in front. “He would have never come over if he didn’t mean to make it work.”
“Are you sure about that?” you ask.
Jungkook casts you a quick glance. “I am.”
You nod, worrying at your bottom lip as you too look in front of you. The car you’re stuck behind is looking to turn to the left, and Jungkook makes sure there’s no one in his right blind spot before he switches lanes to pass the car.
“What did you tell him anyway?”
Jungkook raises his eyebrows, surprised you understood that as Taehyung did not speak in English. “I told him she would never take him back. That she knows her worth and deserves better than that.”
“You did?” you let out. “Didn’t you say Taehyung is stubborn?”
Jungkook chuckles. “You remember that?” He mentioned it once the last time you hung out, when you mentioned Jennie’s worries about Taehyung being distant. “He really is. But he loves her. He’s stupid about it, but I know he loves her.” He falls silent as they finally are able to roll down the street, traffic seeming to lessen out of nowhere. “He was depressed the whole time they were broken up.”
Your eyes tickle his profile, and Jungkook quickly glances at you before resuming his attention on the street.
“He was?”
Jungkook nods with a sigh. “It was a lot,” he admits. “But he’s been doing so much better now that they’re back together. He just took her for granted.”
“He did,” you agree. “Hopefully he won’t anymore.”
“Don’t think he will.”
You don’t say anything to that, and a new song starts on the radio, one Jungkook knows you love from hearing you humming it a couple of times. He turns the volume up, and you start bobbing your head along to the beat, a smile splitting your face open.
It’s like his heart expands in his chest at the sight, with warmth and softness and something just a tad scary, and he can’t help the smile that grows on his lips too. It remains there for the whole duration of the song, even when you start singing just a little off key.
He laughs then, and you glare at him, but then you’re taken by the bridge of the song, and Jungkook can’t help but sing with you. At that you’re smiling again, eyes shining and fuck, Jungkook wonders if he’ll ever forget this moment. It seems so simple, yet… Yet you look so happy, careless, and there’s a gentle aura around you that feels like the glow of the sun. You’re glowing, shining from within, a fallen star he has the chance to see in the flesh.
And though you sing just a little off key, there’s something raw about it, an authentic quality to your voice that few people could reproduce. He’d listen to you sing all day, even if he knows you get insecure when you realize he’s listening.
Indeed, every time you’ve sung in front of him before, you end up turning deep crimson and telling him to stop looking at you. He just can’t help himself – you’re so damn beautiful.
You finally reach the boulevard by your place, and Jungkook drives past your building, heading to his house instead. It doesn’t take too long until you get there, another song playing on the radio that you seem to enjoy just as much as the other.
With the torrential rain, the street outside his house is thankfully empty, and Jungkook is able to pull into the tunnel that leads to his underground parking without anyone looking his way, or running away. It’s such a relief he feels the tension lifting from his shoulders, and he’s able to breathe better as he closes the garage door behind the car while you’re going down the ramp.
Soon enough, he parks his car in the usual spot, and you both get out, heading towards the staircase.
But Jungkook doesn’t let you get to it. No, he’s been dying to kiss you since you got to Jennie’s place, so he grabs your wrist, spinning you around into his arms. He catches you, one arm going around your waist while his other reaches up, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.
You don’t resist, as if you expected the kiss, and your lips part open on a soft inhale as his mouth finds yours. He takes the opportunity to gently tease your tongue with his, your hands grabbing at his oversized shirt to pull him closer, and he sighs against your lips.
You taste sweet. Sweet and soft and everything in between. And he kisses you languidly, letting your taste fill his mouth, dizzying his head. Mind spinning with you, Jungkook pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and he takes a breath.
“Just friends, huh?” he lets out.
You chuckle. “You know I just said that because I didn’t want to upset Jennie.”
He doesn’t reply anything to that, instead pressing another kiss on the pillowy softness of your mouth, and you’re quick to deepen it, tilting your head to the side as one of your hands gets lost in the hair at the back of his head, pulling just enough for him to feel a shot of desire going down his spine.
He likes when you pull his hair. Likes when you dig your nails in the skin of his back, or when you nip at his neck. He likes the gentle pain that comes with it, as it mixes with pleasure. He’s always been like this, but it’s heightened with you.
He’s aware of you in ways he barely comprehends, and he doubts he’s supposed to understand. Instead, he just enjoys it, lets it be. It’s easy – you’re starting to become the oxygen in his lungs, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He pulls away again, his breath shorter this time, a little ragged as he whispers your name. You say his back in that soft, breathy voice of yours that makes him crave your body against his, under his, and Jungkook is back on your mouth, though it’s fiercer this time.
There’s far too much desire in his bloodstream now for him to be able to hold back. Not when he held back all evening, even as he sat next to you during the movie. The faint smell of your perfume was making him feel lightheaded, but it’s nothing compared to the spinning in his mind now that he gets to touch you, to taste you.
You’re his favourite drug. He gets drunk on you, on the way your lips move against his, as his hands lift your shirt just enough to slip underneath so that he can feel the warmth of your skin in his palms. It’s inebriating, and fuck he’ll never get enough of it.
He’ll never get enough of you and of how a single kiss of yours feels like he’s been struck by lightning. He’ll never get enough of how your hands on him make him feel like a star about to burst, a supernova waiting to happen. He’s so energized in your presence he thinks sleep becomes futile.
But maybe that’s just because he wants to fuck you all night long. He’s so greedy when it comes to you – all he can do is hope his greed won’t become his downfall.
“Jungkook,” you breathe out again as he pulls away, and you tilt your head to the side, his lips coasting at the side of your throat.
“Y/n,” he says in the same tone.
You curse, and he knows he needs you right now. Knows there’s no chance he’ll make it all the way to his bedroom, yet he still bends down to pick you up. You let out a startled yelp, yet wrap your arms around his neck quickly.
He walks upstairs, pushing the door open with his back so he can carry you to the couch. It’s dark, only the motion sensor light by the garage door lit up, and he gently sets you down before grabbing his phone to quickly turn on the lights by the bar.
He wants to see you. Needs to see you as he takes you.
He looks down at you, at the way your hair is like a halo on the couch under you. You’re breathing heavily as your gazes connect, and Jungkook takes his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He doesn’t even check to see where it lands, too busy contemplating you as he climbs on top of you to find your mouth again.
Your swollen lips taste just as heavenly as they did downstairs, and he feels his dick straining against the fabric of his pants. He shifts, inadvertently rubbing against you as he does so, and he groans in your mouth. It unleashes you, your hand going between the two of you so you can cup him.
“You’re already so hard,” you say with a gasp of surprise. “So fucking hard.”
“Baby,” he lets out, groaning in pleasure, yet he needs more. “You know I’m always hard for you.”
You bite at your lower lip, and he leans down to suck your lip out of your teeth’s prison, which makes you moan softly. It’s a barely-there sound, but Jungkook still bucks his hips, seeking friction.
Your hand leaves him for a few seconds, though you quickly push it into his pants, under his boxers. The moment you wrap your fingers around him, Jungkook moans, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He smells your perfume there, and he gently bites at the skin of your neck before sucking on it.
You stroke him, your grip tight, though it seems like you’re struggling because of the angle and of his clothes. So Jungkook kneels back between your legs, quickly unbuttoning his pants. You’re impatient, pushing them down just enough so that you can rub his dick through the fabric of his boxers, and then you push those down too. His dick stands tall, leaking precum, and you rub your thumb over his slit before spreading his precum on his length.
Jungkook shuts his eyes, taking in the sensations, and he throws his head back as you start jerking him off at a steady pace. He wants to fuck into your hand, if only so that he can get more, but he knows if he does, you’ll stop your ministrations to tease him.
You’re bratty. He loves it, likes to tame you until you’re a mess under him, but he doesn’t have the patience for it right now. Not when his balls are already tightening and you’ve barely even touched him yet.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he praises, and he looks down at you to see you’re looking up at him with lust spilling out of your gaze, on your features, like the way you’re touching him is making you feel just as good as it makes him feel.
Fucking downright sinful, you are. He loves it.
“Baby,” he lets out. “I want to fuck you, mmh?”
You smirk. “Don’t like my hand wrapped around your dick, Jungkook?”
He shuts his eyes with a smile on his lips, shaking his head. “That’s not what I’m saying.”
“Then let me have my fun, alright?”
And then you’re letting go of his dick just so that you can spit in your hand before grabbing him again. None of his fantasies have been able to convey just how hot that simple gesture is, and Jungkook knows he can’t wait any longer.
He needs to be buried in you. Needs to feel your tightness sucking him in. So he grabs your hand, pushing it over your head along with the other so he can hold your wrists in place, and then he unbuttons your pants, pushing them down your legs.
“Let me…” you trail off as he struggles with it, and he lets you go, getting up to finish taking off his pants and boxers, too.
He watches you undress, though you keep your shirt on. He doesn’t mind – he’ll push it up so he can see your perfect breasts as he fucks you anyway. So he kneels between your legs again, gently caressing up and down your thighs, your soft skin like satin under his touch. You just look at him through your lashes, lips slightly parted, and he needs to kiss you again.
So he bends down, captures your mouth in a sweet embrace, and he grabs his dick to align it with your entrance. With the lack of foreplay, he knows he’ll have to take his time, and though he can grow impatient with you, he knows he has all evening.
And tomorrow, too.
So Jungkook nudges your entrance, rubs his tip on your clit, and when you softly moan in his mouth, he starts pushing in, slowly. One inch at a time. You’re tight around him, yet so, so wet, and so he slips right in, up until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. Your walls flutter around him, and he grunts, though he doesn’t disconnect from the kiss.
There’s something too perfectly intimate about kissing you while inside of you. It makes him forget about the world outside, about everything that led to this moment in time. It’s just you. It’s just been you for a few weeks now, he reckons, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
After what feels like a short eternity, Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. He slowly pulls back, and then pushes all the way in, the breathy sound you let out like the first sip of water after being lost in the desert for days. It’s heavenly, and he’s convinced you’re an angel.
You’re his angel, sent to save him from this existence.
“Jungkook,” you whisper, and he realizes he hasn’t moved for a few heartbeats too long.
He’s just been taking in the feeling of you, getting distracted by it. He swallows, his throat feeling somewhat dry, and then he starts moving again, slowly. His motions are steady, deep, and he feels all of you along all of him. Your walls suck him in, and it feels so good he knows he could come like this.
He’s always on the verge of coming when he’s with you. You turn him on too much, but he wants to please you first. Only ever allows himself to come when he knows you had your fun. So he focuses on you, on the way you react to everything he does, and soon he’s picking up his pace, kneeling back between your legs as your soft moans start growing louder.
It’s pornographic. He wishes he could record you for when he touches himself, but he’s got a good imagination, and so far it hasn’t disappointed.
“You feel so good,” he praises you. Your walls tighten around him, and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from coming. “So fucking good.”
He opens his eyes – he doesn’t even remember closing them – and he looks down at the spot where your bodies are connected. His dick glistens with your juices every time he pulls his hips back, and it’s a sight he’s committed to memory already. So, instead, he looks up to your features, to the creases of pleasure on your forehead. He picks up the pace even more, and your hands find his thighs, your nails scratching at his skin inadvertently.
“You take me so well, baby.” He grunts as your walls grow even tighter before loosening. “Love to fuck you.”
“You’re so big.”
Your words are a whine, and Jungkook feels his balls tighten so hard it takes everything in him not to come then and there. But he manages to hold it in, and he takes a deep breath as he slows down the rhythm.
“Wanna try another position?” he asks.
He’s come to realize you’re not the biggest fan of missionary. He doubts you’d tell him, but he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t make you come like this.
It’s much easier when you’re on top, or when you’re lying on your side. This time, you end up on top of him, and Jungkook plants his feet into the couch to be able to fuck up into you as you ride him, your head thrown back in bliss.
He pushes your shirt up, hands caressing up your sides before moving forward to your breast. You’re not wearing a bra, and your nipples are perked high. He sits up, feeling the need to taste you, and he licks at one of the sensitive buds, rolling the other between his fingers. You keep fucking yourself on him as he does so, and you’re so wet he feels your juices dripping down his balls, most likely staining the couch underneath. It’s leather, though. He’ll have no problem with cleaning it after. So instead of worrying about it, he slides a hand between your two bodies, finding your clit. It’s swollen with arousal, and he rubs at it gently, trying to make sure to not put too much pressure. You cry out his name still, and your pussy grows so tight he thinks you might push him out.
But then you grow limp, your head falling in the crook of his neck as you stop moving, and your walls spasm all around his dick. He raises his head from your breast, kissing the side of your face. You come for a while, and he rubs your back all through it, up until you raise your head too, immediately aiming for his mouth. It’s a sloppy kiss, and then you’re moving again, going up and down on his dick.
You’ll be the death of him.
You push him down, the blissed out look on your face enough to make him let you take over, and then you’re fucking yourself on him, though this time, you’re focusing on his pleasure. Your hand rests around his neck in a loose embrace, and he helps supporting your weight with his hands on your ass. His eyes focus on your breasts as they bounce with the motions, and it’s entrancing, so much so that he feels his balls tighten again, and this time, he lets himself go.
This time, he comes deep inside of you, his mind soaring to the sky as you barely even slow down, the stimulation so thorough he loses grasp on reality for a moment. He only comes to his senses when you move up until his dick falls on his lower abdomen, his cum spilling out of you. His mind is spinning too much for him to register the view, and then you’re putting a hand under you as if to stop the flow.
Jungkook chuckles, looking down at himself. He came a lot, and there is nothing to clean himself with here.
“What’s funny?” you ask.
He shuts his eyes, his lips spreading in a lopsided grin. “Nothing. I just feel… amazing.”
You press a quick kiss on his lips. “So do I.”
Jungkook meets your gaze. “Let’s get cleaned up and then we should order takeout.”
He doesn’t want to waste time cooking right now. Not when he only has this evening and tomorrow with you. After that, it’s getting ready for the album release next week, for the tour and the months away…
His heart drops in his chest.
How will he manage to spend months away from you?
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