#jk ff

[kurapikaenia]

Look, dont touch. ︱ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ oneshot.

mafia jeon jungkook set his eyes on you long before you ever noticed him. you, the club’s silent dancer, the one who never spoke, never allowed a single touch yet left men breathless with every movement. a fantasy men paid thousands just to witness, a mystery wrapped in silk and silence. one look at you, and jeon knew that resistance would be futile.

⎯⎯ pairing: mafia jeon x stripper y/n

• warnings: 18+ mdni, dark, smut, erotic, obsession, yearning, kinky, angst, selectivelymute!y/n, bigdick!jk, softdom!jk.

〴note: i didn’t think id share this because i was really insecure abt it for the longest time, but i‘ve made some nunu changes so here we are. think of this oneshot as a soft, reverent kiss on the cheek from me to you. ︴

• word count: 9k

The club had been Jeon’s possession for exactly seven days.

No more crowds, no more wandering eyes. No more hands reaching for what was never theirs to begin with. Jeon had burned every bridge and cleared out every extra pair of eyes until the neon drenched room breathed only for the two of you. The bass pulsed low and heavy, but the only rhythm that mattered now was the erratic strike of your heartbeat under his locked gaze.

You circled the pole once, your eyes never leaving his.

Jeon’s breath stayed calm, but his grip tightened against the armrest. He could feel the heavy, all consuming obsession clawing deeper under his skin.

This was the woman who had haunted him since the very first night.

Months ago, he had walked into this same club strictly for business. Corrupt politicians sat across from him in the VIP lounge, sealing dirty deals while his men guarded the doors with heavy weapons. Lust filled men threw money at the stage like confetti, but Jeon hadn’t spared the dancers a single glance. He was here to collect what was owed, nothing more.

Once the deal was finalized, he stood up and lit a cigarette, heading toward the dimly lit back hallway that smelled of cheap perfume and sweat. The smoke curled from his lips.

Then, you came out of nowhere, colliding straight into his chest with a soft, startled gasp.

Out of pure reflex, Jeon’s gun was out and pressed to your forehead before either of you could blink. His other hand gripped your upper arm hard, steadying you from the impact. His eyes were black ice, his voice a dangerous growl.

“Do you want to die, little girl?”

You didn’t scream, nor did you flinch away. You just stared up at him, wide eyes flooded with raw fear and a deep, quiet sadness that hit him unexpectedly hard. Your chest rose and fell rapidly against his grip, but no words came.

Jeon clicked his tongue, annoyed at the lack of apology, yet intrigued by the delicate creature trembling under his hold. He stepped closer, crowding you back against the cold wall until his broad frame completely eclipsed yours, caging you in without effort.

The barrel of the gun lowered slowly, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he leaned in and blew a thin stream of smoke directly into your face.

You coughed softly, quite startled. the first sound he ever heard from you. It was barely a fragile, sweet breath, and something dark and possessive stirred low in his gut.

Jeon traced the edge of the weapon slowly down the side of your neck, letting the cold metal glide right over your pulsing vein. He was looking for a whimper, a flinch, any sign of breaking. Instead, you only gasped silently, lips parting further, your smaller frame staying perfectly still despite the tremors running through it.

His free hand rose, his knuckles brushing your soft cheek with surprising gentleness for a man who had just held a gun to your head. He watched a pretty blush bloom under his touch, your big eyes glassy with terror. You were breathtaking.

“Pretty little thing,” he said quietly, almost to himself, his dark eyes drinking you in. “All quiet and scared… but you don’t run. Interesting.”

Before he could push further, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon!” Your manager came rushing over, bowing repeatedly with a shaking voice. “She doesn’t speak much. She’s new, probably just got lost back here. She won’t cause any trouble, I swear.”

The man yanked you away from Jeon’s grip, still apologizing profusely. You disappeared quickly down the hall without a backward glance, your robe fluttering behind you.

Jeon let you go, but his eyes stayed glued to the spot where you had vanished, the ghost of your warmth and that silent, fearful gaze burning into his mind. He left that night with a fixation already spreading through his veins.

Jeon returned the next friday for another meeting. This time, while making his way out, he saw you step onto the stage. You moved beautifully, ignoring the crowd as they whistled and threw bills. You never smiled, never engaged. Your eyes scanned the room once… and landed directly on him.

Tension crackled instantly between you. You held his gaze longer than anyone else’s.

Later, after your set, Jeon watched from the shadows of the hallway as a drunk regular tried to grab your wrist near the curtain. You pulled back sharply, ice cold refusal in every line of your body. The manager intervened quickly, muttering to the guest, “She doesn’t let anyone touch her, ever. That’s her rule. She’s the most demanded girl here right now because of it.”

Jeon’s jaw tightened. He made a single, quiet phone call that night, and by his third visit, fewer men lingered near the stage when you danced.

By the fifth, the ones who still tried to approach you started disappearing entirely.

And now, seven days after he bought the entire establishment, the room was empty except for him.

The low lights dimmed even further as the last staff member slipped out without a word. The heavy velvet curtain behind the small private stage parted.

You stepped into the glow barefoot, your silk robe sliding off one shoulder, the same calm mask on your face that never cracked for anyone. Your eyes found his immediately. They locked on unblinking, the way they had every single night since he first sat in that booth months ago.

The same quiet apprehension lived in your eyes, the same deep, unspoken sadness. But tonight, there was something else threading through it... resignation, maybe. Jeon noticed, the first fragile thread of curiosity.

He sat perfectly still in the wide leather chair, legs spread, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other resting on his thigh. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He didn’t smile, didn’t speak first. He simply let the silence stretch between you like a taut wire.

You never spoke. Not once. Not even now, when the entire club was empty except for the two of you and the rules had finally bent enough for this: one private dance. For him. Only him.

You let the robe fall. It pooled at your feet like spilled ink, revealing the delicate lace lingerie underneath, kissing the curves he had memorized from a distance for so long.

Your body moved before the first heavy beat dropped. Every roll of your hips, every arch of your spine, every slide of your palms down your own thighs was teasing but never giving away too much.

You dropped low, thighs parting as you sank into a slow crouch, your back arching until your hair brushed the floor. The lights painted gold across your skin, catching on the faint sheen of glitter still lingering from earlier. When you rose again, you stepped closer, close enough that the heat of your body brushed against the air in front of him, close enough that he could smell the faint vanilla on your skin, but never close enough to taste it.

Your palms slid up the pole again as you spun slowly, one leg hooking high, your body stretching into a perfect line that made the ache in his chest twist into something scandalous.

Your eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, calm on the surface, but he saw the flicker of the fear that never quite left, and the sadness that made him want to wrap the whole damn world in silence just so nothing could hurt you again. He simply watched, his dark eyes heavy with a quiet, dangerous intensity.

Jeon was painfully aware of your rules. No one touched you. No one saw more than you chose to offer. Yet, you were still the most prized, most wanted thing that had ever existed in this place. And now, you were his alone.

His cock strained hard against the front of his slacks, thick and throbbing with every slow roll of your hips. The flimsy fabric of your top barely hid the soft swell of your breasts, your nipples faintly visible through the lace. Those thin panties clung to you, the delicate material doing nothing to hide the outline of what lay beneath. Every time you moved, his mouth went dry with the need to taste, to bury his face between those pretty thighs and worship you until the sadness in your eyes melted into pleasure.

He had paid you more than anyone ever had, enough that you could walk away from this life tomorrow if you wanted. Enough for that quiet, secluded place you dreamed about, far from bruises and leering eyes. But tonight you were still here, dancing only for him, giving him more than you had ever given anyone. That knowledge sent a dark thrill through his veins.

You intrigued him. The way your eyes always found his shadow in the dark, the way you bent and twisted as if trying to see past the low lights to the man watching you so obsessively. He had never once tried to touch you, never pushed past your boundaries even though he could have overpowered you in a heartbeat. And that restraint only made his hunger burn hotter, because he respected you. He needed you to come to him on your own terms.

Jeon couldn’t handle the temptation much longer. Months of watching you, dreaming about sliding his hands over your soft skin, kissing away the fear in your eyes, giving you everything you could ever ask for. But what drove him truly insane was your silence. You had a voice, he had heard that soft little cough the night you first collided with him. but no one in the club had ever heard you speak. The quiet mystery of you made his cock twitch painfully.

He muttered a quiet curse under his breath, shifting in his seat as you slid down gracefully and sat on the edge of the small stage, your legs dangling toward him.

Jeon reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick stack of bills, placing them on the small table beside his chair. His rough voice came out, patience laced with raw hunger.

“Touch yourself. Now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, that familiar fear and sadness flickering, but the heavy heat that had been building between you for months shimmered there too.

You didn’t speak, but you obeyed.

Slowly, shyly, your fingers hooked into the waistband of your thin lace panties. You slid them down your legs and set them aside, but the moment they left your body, one hand moved instantly to cover yourself, your palm pressed flat and firm over your pussy, hiding the most intimate part of you even as your thighs parted wide for his gaze.

Jeon’s breath left him in a slow, sharp exhale, his eyes darkening to near black as he leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. He could see everything except the very center of you: the smooth skin of your inner thighs, the soft curve where your ass met the stage, your fingers trembling just slightly as they pressed against your folds.

It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Your shyness, the way you still protected what no one had ever been allowed to see or touch.

You started with slow, hesitant circles hidden beneath your palm, shy strokes that made your hips roll gently. Your breath came in quiet pants.

In your mind, it was all him. Those intense dark eyes watching you. His large, veined hands instead of your own. His broad frame hovering over you, commanding you to keep going while he finally touched what no one else ever had. The fantasy made you wetter, made your palm press harder, your fingers sliding through slick heat while still keeping everything carefully covered.

A tiny, breathy sound escaped you, the softest whimper.

Jeon’s cock throbbed visibly against his slacks. He palmed himself once through the fabric, his eyes never leaving the place where your hand disappeared between your spread thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with restrained hunger.

Your cheeks flushed a deep, soft red, your thighs trembling as you spread them even wider for him, giving him a clear view of your smooth skin and the obscene way your palm shielded your pussy. Your back arched slightly as your hidden fingers moved faster under your palm. The sadness in your eyes was still there, but it was drowning in heat now, heat directed only at him.

Jeon’s gaze burned into you, obsession coiling tight in his chest. He wanted to replace that shy little hand with his own so fucking badly. He wanted to pry your thighs open wider until you broke that perfect silence with his name. He wanted to taste you, then pull you into his lap and keep you there safe and protected until the fear in your eyes disappeared for good.

But he didn’t move.

Your fingers pressed harder beneath your palm, your legs trembling, breaths coming quicker. You were a soaked mess, glistening down your thighs now, and still, he couldn’t see the center of you. Only the way your hand moved, only the mystery of what you kept hidden even while giving him this.

Jeon leaned back slightly, one hand gripping the armrest hard, the other still palming his straining cock through his pants.

He would wait. He would burn. But the day you finally let him touch you… he would ruin you so softly, so completely, that you’d never want anyone else’s hands again.

And in the pulsing neon silence, Jeon was already completely, irreversibly lost in you.

The nights after that began like all the others. You were called to the private room again, just like before, another quiet performance meant only for him. You had already begun to recognize the rhythm of these nights, the steady anticipation that built inside your chest when you knew he was waiting.

But this time, before you could make it there, your manager grabbed you in the hallway.

Your body jerked backward from the force, your arm twisting painfully in his grip. A sharp sting shot up your wrist, and panic surged instantly through your veins. You didn’t cry out, but your body stiffened, shrinking inward like you had done so many times before.

His fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails pressing hard enough to bruise. “You think you’re special?” he hissed, his voice ugly with anger. His breath smelled bitter, too close to your face. “Walking around like you run this place now just because one rich bastard throws money at you.”

You shook your head quickly, small and frantic, your free hand pushing weakly against his chest. You weren’t trying to fight him, just trying to create space, to escape that suffocating closeness.

He didn’t let go. Instead, his grip tightened further, forcing a quiet gasp from your throat.

“I’m the one who keeps you here,” he continued harshly. “You think you get to make rules? If I tell you to do something, you’re going to fucking do it!”

You lowered your gaze automatically, shoulders curling inward as your body slipped into survival mode. The hallway felt smaller now, the sounds of music from the main room distant.

His hand shifted from your wrist to your upper arm, squeezing hard enough to make your knees weaken, before he smirked at your fear, his hand now shamelessly trailing down your back.

“You’re going to start sleeping with the customers I give you,” he snapped, “or things are going to get a lot worse for you.”

His other hand lifted suddenly. You flinched before it even came down, your eyes squeezing shut as dread surged through your chest.

But the impact never landed. Instead, there was another sound... a dull, sickening crack that echoed sharply through the narrow hallway.

Your manager’s grip vanished instantly. Your body stumbled forward from the sudden release, breath tearing from your lungs as you caught yourself against the wall. For a moment, you didn’t understand what had happened; everything felt distant and muffled.

Then you turned, slowly, only to see your manager on the floor.

His body lay twisted unnaturally against the polished tiles, one arm bent beneath him at an impossible angle. Blood pooled darkly beneath his head, spreading outward in a widening stain that reflected the harsh overhead lights.

Your heart began to pound violently in your chest. Your vision blurred, and then you saw him.

Jeon stood a few feet away, his chest rising and falling slowly, his breathing steady despite the violence that had just unfolded. His knuckles were smeared with blood, crimson streaked across pale skin, dripping slowly to the floor below. His face was terrifyingly calm, while your entire body began to shake.

Fear surged through you, wrapping tight around your lungs until breathing became painful. You had seen violence before, heard shouting, witnessed cruelty, even had violence inflicted upon you, but never this. Never death.

Your knees weakened beneath you. And then, without meaning to, your voice broke free, soft and fragile, barely louder than a whisper.

Jeon turned toward you slowly, like you were something fragile that might shatter if he moved too quickly.

Your tears began to fall without restraint now, blurring everything around you. Your hands trembled violently at your sides as fear and confusion tangled painfully inside your chest.

“D-don’t…” you whispered weakly, your voice cracking with panic.

You didn’t even know what you meant. Don’t hurt me. Don’t come closer. Don’t leave me alone with this.

Jeon took a slow step toward you. His voice, when he spoke, was softer than before.

“It’s okay,” he murmured quietly.

The gentleness in his tone didn’t match the blood on his hands, and that contradiction made your chest tighten painfully. You pressed yourself back against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as sobs finally broke free from your throat. Your legs gave out beneath you as you slid downward helplessly, collapsing against the floor as your body surrendered to exhaustion and fear.

Jeon reached you just before your head hit the ground, his hands catching your shoulders with surprising gentleness. The warmth of his touch seeped through your trembling body, grounding you in a way you couldn’t explain.

For a moment, everything felt distant, the music from the main floor, murmurs of staff beginning to gather at the far end of the hallway. All of it faded into background noise as your fingers instinctively curled into the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

You didn’t realize you were holding onto him until he shifted slightly, steadying your weight more securely.

“It’s alright,” Jeon murmured again, his voice low, though there was restraint beneath it. “You’re safe.”

Safe. The word echoed strangely in your mind, foreign and unfamiliar. Safe wasn’t something you had ever truly known, not in your parents’ house, not on the streets, not even here in the club where you had carved out your fragile set of rules just to survive. Yet now, pressed against him, you found yourself clinging to that word like it meant everything.

Your sobs came harder, breaking through your chest in uneven waves as the shock finally settled into your bones. You tried to breathe, but every inhale felt like the air itself had turned against you.

Jeon stayed where he was, crouched in front of you, one hand still resting firmly against your shoulder while the other hovered briefly at your back, settling there. He waited until your breathing slowed slightly before moving again.

“We need to leave,” he said quietly.

You stiffened faintly at his words, your grip tightening unconsciously on his shirt as unease stirred inside your chest. But the alternative, staying here in this hallway with your manager’s body only a few feet away was far worse. Your eyes shifted weakly toward the motionless form on the floor, and a fresh tremor rippled through your body.

Without a word, Jeon moved closer, shifting his body just enough to block your view. You didn’t protest when his arm slid beneath your knees. You barely registered the movement until your body lifted suddenly from the floor, breath catching in surprise as he gathered you carefully into his arms, as if he knew exactly how much strength to use without hurting you.

Your hands clutched at his jacket again, fingers trembling against the fabric. He held you securely, one arm supporting your back, the other beneath your legs, keeping you close enough that you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

The hallway around you seemed to blur as he began walking. Voices murmured somewhere nearby, but no one stopped him. No one questioned him. They simply moved out of his way.

You didn’t look up. Your face remained pressed into his chest, tears still slipping silently down your cheeks as exhaustion settled heavily into your limbs.

Outside, the cold night air hit your skin sharply, making you shiver despite the warmth of his hold. Jeon didn’t hesitate as he moved straight toward a sleek black car waiting near the entrance. One of his men stood nearby, silent and attentive. His eyes flicked briefly toward you before lowering again in quiet understanding.

Jeon slid carefully into the back seat, adjusting his hold on you so that your body rested securely against him rather than the cold leather.

You didn’t realize where he was taking you until the car stopped.

By then, exhaustion had begun to weigh heavily against your eyelids, your body still trembling faintly with every passing second. The movement of the car had been strangely calming, the quiet hum of the engine mixing with the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your ear.

When the door opened again, cool night air brushed across your face. You blinked weakly, lifting your head just enough to see where you were.

Your apartment building stood in front of you.

Relief flickered faintly in your chest as Jeon stepped out of the car, still holding you securely in his arms. He didn’t set you down. Instead, he carried you all the way to the entrance, his pace steady despite the narrow stairwell. Each step echoed faintly against the concrete walls as he climbed, never once loosening his grip.

A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over you as your door came into view. You hadn’t planned for anyone to see this place. Especially not him.

Jeon paused only long enough for you to fumble weakly with your keys. Your hands trembled badly as you tried to guide the metal into the lock, your breathing uneven as anxiety crawled back into your chest. He waited patiently, didn’t rush you, didn’t take the keys from your hand.

Eventually, the door clicked open.

You felt the shift in his body immediately once he stepped inside. You didn’t need to look to know what he was seeing: the thin mattress on the floor, the nearly empty shelves, the bareness of walls. There was almost nothing here, nothing that suggested comfort, safety, or even basic living.

Jeon slowly lowered you onto the mattress. The absence of his warmth felt immediate, leaving you suddenly aware of the cold air brushing against your skin. He stood there for a long moment, his gaze moving slowly across the room, taking in every detail of the worn fabric of your blanket, the absence of anything resembling security.

Then his eyes shifted downward, toward the corner of the mattress, noticing the slight bulge beneath it.

You stiffened faintly.

Without speaking, Jeon crouched slightly, lifting the edge of the mattress just enough to reveal what lay hidden beneath.

There were envelopes. Stacks of them, unopened and untouched. All the money he had given you, every last bit of it, was still there, kept neatly.

His jaw tightened slowly as realization settled into place. You weren’t living off the money or spending it. You were saving, preparing to leave.

The thought struck something sharp inside his chest as he lowered the mattress again, covering the hidden stacks before turning toward you. You sat frozen, watching him with wide, uncertain eyes. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then ever so quietly, he asked, “You were going to leave.”

Your throat tightened painfully as you looked down at your hands, fingers twisting weakly together in your lap. You didn’t answer him, but you didn’t deny it either.

You hadn’t meant for him to see this. not the apartment, not the truth of how you lived. The image of your life laid bare in front of him felt far more exposing than standing under stage lights ever had.

“You’re not staying here.” His voice cut cleanly through the silence before you could even lift your head.

You looked up at him slowly. Jeon was standing in the center of the room now, his broad frame rigid as his gaze swept across the apartment once more. His eyes moved from the mattress beneath you to the bare corners of the walls, then to the thin door that separated you from the rest of the building.

“This place…” he muttered quietly, almost to himself, his gaze drifting toward the single window. “There’s no security. No protection.”

You swallowed, fingers tightening nervously around the edge of the blanket beneath you. You had known that. Every night you had laid down here, listening to footsteps outside your door, every creak making your body tense. But knowing didn’t mean you had another choice.

Jeon turned toward you again. There was frustration in his expression, yes, but beneath it sat something that looked dangerously close to concern.

“You have money,” he said, his voice quieter than but no less firm. “Enough to live somewhere better than this.”

Your throat tightened painfully at that. Slowly, your gaze dropped toward the mattress beneath you. You hesitated for a moment before reaching down, fingers trembling slightly as you lifted the corner of the mattress. The stack of envelopes came into view, carefully arranged in a way that made it obvious they had never been spent.

Jeon watched in silence as you pulled them out one by one, stacking them carefully in your lap.

“What’s your name?” he asked quietly, not really expecting an answer.

You didn’t look up. Your gaze stayed fixed on the floor, on your trembling fingers, anywhere but him. He didn’t push. He understood.

You didn’t speak not because you couldn’t, but because speaking had always cost you something. You had learned early on that silence was safer, that keeping your thoughts, fears, and even your voice to yourself was the only control you could hold. In a world where hands could hurt more than words ever could, silence had become both shield and sanctuary for you.

Jeon studied you quietly for a long moment, noting the tension in your shoulders, the slight tremor in your lips. The thought of leaving you here in this fragile state, with nothing and no one, felt unbearable to him.

Finally, he straightened.

“I’ll find you somewhere better, safer. Somewhere you don’t have to look over your shoulder every second. You won’t dance in clubs anymore.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “I’m not forcing you,” he added, softer now. “But it’s dangerous. People saw me with you tonight. The manager…” His jaw tightened slightly. “What happened back there doesn’t stay in this city.”

You remained still, silent as always, but your gaze flicked faintly toward him. He crouched slightly, as if to match your level again, giving you the space to absorb the gravity of the situation.

Then, without another word, he turned. The sudden sound of the apartment door opening filled the space behind you, leaving you alone with the weight of his impending absence.

And then, it happened.

You rose unsteadily to your feet, the exhaustion, fear, and sudden surge of emotion coalescing into a desperate, unplanned movement. You stepped forward and pressed yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his torso before he could fully clear the doorway.

“Wait,” you whispered, a soft, broken sound.

Jeon’s body froze, his hand halfway out to the doorknob, eyes wide as he registered the unexpected voice.

“Don’t go,” you murmured, your voice so soft it almost blended with your rapid breathing.

He stayed still, hesitation creeping into the edges of his controlled composure. The man who had dealt with threats and death without flinching was now caught completely off guard by the quiet, trembling sound of your voice and the fact that you had chosen this moment to break the boundary you had always held so carefully.

Slowly, he lowered his hand from the doorknob and wrapped his arms around you instead, careful not to press too hard but considering enough to reassure you.

You buried your face against his chest, holding on tighter than you thought you could. And in that silent embrace, for the first time in a long time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t need to escape anymore. Not while he was here.

--

The first few nights in Jeon’s estate had felt unreal.

You remembered lying stiffly in the massive bed the first time he brought you here, your body tense beneath clean sheets that smelled faintly of something warm and unfamiliar. You hadn’t slept much that night, not because of fear, but because comfort had felt suspicious, something temporary that would disappear if you trusted it too quickly.

But it hadn’t disappeared. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Slowly, without you realizing it at first, the estate stopped feeling like a stranger’s home. It became yours too.

Jeon had given you everything without asking for anything in return. Clean clothes, soft ones unlike the tight, glittering costumes from the club. Not the uncomfortable fabrics that clung too closely to your skin. These were loose, warm, and gentle against your body, soft pants that allowed you to move without feeling watched.

At first, you had hesitated to wear them, as they felt too nice, too undeserved. But Jeon never commented. He never made you feel like you owed him gratitude for the smallest comforts. He simply placed them in the wardrobe and left you to discover them on your own.

The soft bed had become your favorite place. At first, you slept at the very edge of it, as far from him as possible, your body turned slightly away, ready to flinch at any unexpected movement. But he never crossed the space between you. Even when exhaustion dragged him under after long nights away, his body remained still, respectful of boundaries you had never needed to repeat aloud.

Months had passed, and he still hadn’t touched you without permission. That alone had changed something deep inside you. You appreciated it more than words could express.

And that was the problem. You still hadn’t spoken to him, not truly. Not beyond broken whispers forced out by fear. Yet every day, he spoke to you like conversation was natural between you. Like the silence didn’t bother him, and your presence alone was enough.

He would talk quietly while getting ready in the mornings, adjusting the cuffs of his shirts, straightening his jacket as he explained small details about his day, where he was going, when he would return, who he would be meeting.

You always listened.

Sometimes, when he wasn’t in the room, you practiced saying his name quietly, whispering it into the empty air, shaping the syllables slowly against your lips.

“Jeon…”

Soft, and barely audible. Sometimes you said it again, just to feel what it sounded like resting on your tongue. You didn’t know when you would say it to him. But you wanted to. More than anything.

You rarely felt bored inside the estate, as there was always something to do, books he had placed in the room, soft music that played faintly through hidden speakers. Sometimes you wandered the halls, your bare feet sinking into thick carpets, curiosity slowly replacing fear.

But even with all of that, you still found yourself waiting. Waiting for the sound of the front door, his footsteps, waiting for the familiar presence that made the entire house feel warmer. You didn’t like admitting it to yourself, but you missed him when he was gone.

And tonight, he was later than usual.

You sat curled near the headboard, a book resting forgotten in your lap as your eyes drifted repeatedly toward the door. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. Your fingers twisted nervously into the pages.

Then, distant footsteps sounded as the door opened.

Jeon tracked inside slowly, his movements heavy. His jacket hung loosely from his shoulders, slightly wrinkled, his dark hair messier than you had ever seen it before. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

Your chest tightened at the sight. He didn’t notice you at first. He exhaled deeply, low and exhausted as he stepped further into the room.

Jeon walked straight to the bed like he always did after long nights. The mattress dipped slightly as he sat down at the edge, his shoulders slumping forward in a way you had never really seen before. Usually, he carried himself sharply and controlled. Tonight, that control looked worn thin.

You frowned slightly. Pushing yourself upright, the blankets slipped from your shoulders as you moved. The soft fabric of your nightgown settled around you, light against your skin. It was simple, modest, something he had bought months ago without comment, leaving it folded neatly on the bed as if it had always belonged there.

You could tell by the way his head lifted slightly, his brows drawing together in quiet confusion, that he hadn’t expected you to be awake.

For a while, neither of you spoke. Then, carefully, you shifted closer, giving him time to pull away if he wanted, but he didn’t. He only watched, quiet curiosity flickering faintly beneath his exhaustion.

You reached for him, your fingers brushing lightly against his sleeve first, hesitant. When he didn’t resist, you curled your hand more firmly into the fabric and tugged softly.

Jeon blinked in surprise as you pulled him toward you. He let himself move, guided by your hands, his body leaning slightly forward despite the confusion written faintly across his face. He trusted your actions, even without understanding them.

And then, you pressed his head softly against your chest.

The contact startled him; his body went still for a split second, his breath catching faintly as he registered what you had done. The warmth of you, the steady rise and fall of your breathing beneath his cheek, the soft fabric of your nightgown brushing lightly against his skin, it all felt unfamiliar in the most disarming way.

You didn’t hesitate as your fingers slid gently into his hair, ruffling through the dark strands slowly, uncertain at first, as if learning the motion as you went. You continued, slow strokes threading through his hair, your hand moving patiently. The tension in his shoulders began to loosen beneath your touch, his breathing gradually evening out as he allowed himself to rest there against you.

Your fingers kept moving, soothing him into a small, quiet offering of comfort. The least you could give him.

Jeon let out a slow breath against your chest, soft and unguarded. His hands rested loosely at his sides at first, as if he didn’t quite know what to do with them, what he was allowed to do in this moment.

You didn’t push him away. So slowly, cautiously, his hands lifted, hovering near your waist for a moment, giving you time to stop him, to remind him of boundaries, but you stayed still. Carefully, he let his hands settle against your waist, resting there lightly. Your breathing softened as you felt his weight lean more fully into you.

And then, after a long moment of silence, your lips parted. Your heart pounded faintly in your chest, the words forming slowly, clumsily unfamiliar on your tongue, but you tried.

“…Tired?” you whispered. The word came out quiet and fragile, barely louder than a breath, but clear enough to be understood.

Jeon froze from surprise at the sound of your voice, soft and full of concern for him. He tilted his head slightly, just enough to glance upward, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

“Yeah,” he murmured quietly, voice rough with exhaustion. “A little.”

Jeon’s face remained pressed to your chest, his warm breath fanning across the soft swell of your breasts through the thin nightgown. His mouth brushed lightly against one peaked nipple, the contact sending a quiet shiver through you. He stayed perfectly still, waiting, always waiting for your boundaries.

You didn’t pull away. Your fingers continued their slow, soothing strokes through his dark hair. With the gentlest pressure, you guided his head a fraction closer, your other hand cupping the back of his neck in silent permission.

Jeon’s breath hitched. His lips parted, and he began to suck softly through the fabric, his tongue warm and careful as it circled the sensitive peak. There was nothing demanding in it, only a deep, exhausted need for comfort. He suckled slowly, eyes fluttering half closed, a low, broken sound vibrating against your skin.

You let him. Your thumb brushed tenderly over his cheek as you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his cheek, then another to his temple. A faint, barely there smile curved your lips, the first real one he had ever seen from you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, soothing him.

His eyes opened just enough to look up at you. He had heard your voice so rarely that each whisper, each soft breath of sound felt like something precious. He yearned for it hungrily, but in the quietest way.

Jeon never made you feel foolish for not speaking. Silence with you had never felt like an absence to him; it had always felt like waiting for something fragile to bloom in its own time. It did something dangerous to his heart.

He had never known warmth like this. Never known someone would hold him, let him take comfort from their body without expectation or fear. He continued sucking softly, his mouth gentle and unhurried, his cheek resting fully against your breast as he drew quiet comfort from the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. His hands stayed lightly at your waist, his thumbs brushing slow circles, anchoring himself without taking more than you offered.

You kept kissing his cheek between soft coos, your fingers never stopping their patient strokes through his hair. The faint smile lingered on your lips as you watched this dangerous man, reduced to nothing but quiet vulnerability in your arms.

He had spent months protecting you, erasing every shadow that dared come near. Tonight, you were the one giving him shelter.

Jeon’s movements gradually slowed, growing lazier and softer as exhaustion finally pulled him under. His lips stayed gently latched, warm and wet against your nipple, his breaths deepening into the steady rhythm of sleep while his face remained nestled safely between your breasts.

You held him there, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, the faint smile still ghosting your lips as you continued to stroke his hair long into the night. In the quiet darkness, with his mouth still softly pressed to you and his heartbeat syncing with yours, the silence felt warm and fulfilling.

The nights after that moment stayed with you. They lingered in the quiet way your skin felt warmer than usual, in the strange heaviness that settled low in your stomach whenever you thought about the way Jeon had leaned into you, trusting you enough to rest like that.

And now you craved it in ways that left you restless at night, your thighs pressing together when you remembered the weight of his head on your chest, the way his lips had brushed your nipple through the thin fabric, the soft needy sounds he made while seeking comfort only you could give.

On the nights he returned home angry, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp with the weight of whatever blood and deals stained his hands, you did the same. You would take his hand without a word and guide him to the bed. He would follow, always, letting you pull him down until his broad frame curled into you. You’d press his face to your chest, fingers sliding into his dark hair, and he would sigh against you like the whole world finally quieted.

It became a habit faster than either of you expected. He would nuzzle in, his lips seeking until they found the soft peak of your nipple through whatever you wore. Then he would suck slowly, with gentle pulls, his tongue warm and lazy, eyes fluttering shut as tension bled from his shoulders.

You loved the way his sharp, cold gaze would soften into something vulnerable when he looked up at you in the middle of it. This dangerous man twice your size, a mafia who erased people without blinking, reduced to quiet need in your arms. it melted something deep inside your guarded heart every single time.

You would stroke his hair, kiss his temple, and whisper soft, wordless coos while he suckled. Sometimes your nightgown would slip just enough for his mouth to meet bare skin, and you let him. The soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room, intimately vulnerable and strangely sacred.

You had never allowed hands on your body with anyone, never permitted closeness. Yet with Jeon, you offered solace, even though he was the most dangerous man you knew, because giving it to him made the emptiness in your own chest feel smaller.

But the more he found peace in you, the more you ached.

The absence of his hands on your waist when you weren’t guiding them. The lack of his mouth when he wasn’t tired and seeking solace. You wanted more. You wanted him to touch you not just when he was exhausted and seeking comfort, but because he needed you the way you were starting to need him. You wanted his large hands sliding under your clothes with quiet permission. You wanted his mouth on you when you were the one trembling and restless. You wanted to hear his rough voice telling you exactly how he was going to take care of you.

Jeon still didn’t touch you unless you guided him. He still respected every boundary without question.

And that was the problem.

You had spent so much of your life feeling touched in ways you hated, the forced contact of unwanted hands, the suffocating closeness that made your skin crawl. But Jeon’s touch had never felt like that. His hands had always been gentle.

And now, you missed them. You missed the weight of his head against your chest, missed the warmth of his hands resting lightly at your waist. You missed the quiet way he breathed you in. It made something inside you ache, a quiet restlessness. A strange warmth blooming beneath your skin when he stood close to you. The heat of his body when he passed by, the faint scent of him left behind on pillows and clothing.

You noticed everything now, the sound of his voice, the shape of his hands. And worst of all, you noticed how much you wanted him. The unfamiliar longing coiled low inside your stomach and refused to fade.

Sometimes, when he wasn’t home, the estate felt too quiet. You found yourself wandering into the bedroom early, curling into the bed where his scent lingered faintly in the sheets. Days passed, and the feeling still didn’t fade. It only deepened.

Until one night, you found yourself alone again.

The house was silent; Jeon had left hours ago, promising to return late like he often did.

You lay on his bed in nothing but a thin nightgown, your thighs parted, two fingers buried deep inside your soaked pussy. Your hips rolled desperately as you chased release, your mind filled with his dark eyes, his large hands, the way he watched you like you were everything.

A soft, broken whimper escaped you.

“Jeon…”

You hadn’t heard when the bedroom door opened and Jeon stepped inside. You lay on his bed, legs spread, fingers still moving, your eyes wide with shock as they met his. You whimpered his name again, shyly trying to cover yourself, but your hips twitched restlessly, starved. Your eyes begged him silently, glassy and desperate.

Jeon’s jaw clenched. His cock hardened instantly, thick and heavy. He was just as desperate, but he didn’t trust himself to stay gentle if he lost control. He crossed the room but still didn’t touch you.

“Keep going, angel. Let me watch.”

You obeyed, shy fingers returning between your legs, rubbing slow circles while your eyes stayed locked on him. But it wasn’t enough. You were too restless, too impatient, your thighs trembling with need.

Jeon sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”

He guided you gently onto his lap, your back to his chest, your thighs spread wide over his. His hard cock pressed against your ass through his slacks. One large hand rested lightly on your stomach, the other hovering just above your pussy, waiting.

“Relax, angel,” he murmured against your ear, his voice rough. “Show me.”

You whimpered restlessly, grinding down against the bulge beneath you. His fingers finally brushed your folds gently, exploring. The moment he tried to press one thick finger inside, you tensed, a small sound of discomfort escaping.

Jeon froze instantly, pulling back. “Too much?”

You shook your head quickly, grabbing his wrist, but another attempt made you flinch again. He cursed softly, then shifted you so you were straddling him, your soaked pussy resting against the hard line of his clothed cock. Both his hands settled on your hips, holding you steady but not forcing you.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice commanding. “How are you going to take my cock, hm? If you can’t even handle one finger?”

You whimpered, your hips rolling desperately against him, silently begging. Your hands clutched his shoulders, needy and impatient.

Jeon’s eyes darkened. He reached between you, gently spreading your folds with two fingers, exposing your pussy to his hungry gaze for the first time. His breath hitched.

“Fuck… so pretty,” he groaned quietly, his thumb brushing just above your clit. “Been dreaming about this for months. This soft little pussy… all mine.”

You grew shy under his intense stare, trying to close your thighs, but he held them open, firm yet gentle. “Don’t hide from me, angel. Let me see.”

He lowered you onto your back on the bed, then moved between your spread thighs. You were completely exposed to him now, your pretty, glistening pussy on full display. He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your folds. Slowly, he blew a soft stream of air across your sensitive lips, watching with dark fascination as they fluttered and clenched from the cool sensation. A low, hungry sound rumbled in his chest.

His mouth watered at the sight. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

He pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss directly to your pussy, his lips soft against your slick folds. Then his tongue dragged through you in one long, hot stripe from your entrance up to your swollen clit, tasting you properly for the first time. The moan that tore from his throat was deep and filthy, vibrating straight against your core.

You gasped sharply, your hips jerking hard. The sensation was overwhelming, his warm, wet tongue too much. Instinctively, you tried to close your thighs, tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure, but Jeon’s strong hands gripped tighter, pinning your legs open wide.

He kissed your folds like he was devouring something sacred and soft, wet sounds filling the room as he sucked gently on your clit, then pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow, teasing strokes. You writhed beneath him, restless and overwhelmed, small, desperate whimpers spilling from your lips. Your hands pushed at his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently in his iron grip as the pleasure bordered on too much. Every slow lick, every suck, every time his tongue curled inside you sent sparks shooting up your spine. You were so sensitive, so needy after years of nothing, that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

Jeon groaned deeply, the taste of you driving him insane. “So fucking sweet… dripping all over my tongue. Taste so fucking good for me.”

When your moans grew higher, he finally slid one thick finger inside, careful, curling gently once he was past the initial tightness. This time your body accepted him, clenching around the intrusion while his tongue continued working your clit. You were dripping, restless, your hips lifting impatiently.

Jeon pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. “That’s it… taking my finger so well now.”

He added a second finger, scissoring slowly, stretching you open while his mouth returned to suck on your clit. The pleasure built fast and overwhelming until you shattered, whimpering his name again and again, your thighs shaking around his head. Only when you were trembling and boneless did he finally pull back, kissing your inner thighs gently, his eyes soft yet burning with possessive need.

Jeon sat up at the corner of the bed, his cock straining painfully against the last barrier of his boxers. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shoved them down, freeing his thick, heavy length, the flushed head already glistening with pre cum. He stroked himself once, watching you with dark, hooded eyes.

“Come here, angel,” he murmured, his voice dripping with intent.

You obeyed without a word, your body still buzzing, crawling across the sheets on shaky limbs until you were between his spread thighs. The sight of his massive cock so close made your mouth water. You had been starved for him for so long.

Without hesitation, you leaned in, your lips parting as you took the thick head into your mouth, sucking greedily.

Jeon groaned deep in his chest, one hand gently threading into your hair. “Fuck… that’s it. Look at you. Been dreaming about these pretty lips wrapped around me.”

You sucked him deeper, your tongue swirling around the head, desperate and eager. Your cheeks hollowed as you took as much as you could, soft whimpers vibrating around his length. He was so big your jaw already ached, but you didn’t stop.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough. “Sucking me so sweetly... just like that.”

You moaned around him, sucking harder, one small hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The hunger in your eyes made his cock twitch against your tongue. After a few minutes, Jeon gently tugged you off, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip.

“Enough, baby. Come up here.” He patted his thighs. “Sit on me. I want you to take it at your own pace. It’s going to stretch you a lot… okay?” His voice was serious, his eyes searching yours. “You sure this is what you want? We can stop anytime. Tell me it’s okay.”

You nodded, restless and aching, climbing into his lap. Straddling his thick thighs, you hovered over his massive cock, the blunt head nudging your soaked entrance. You were dripping, your thighs slick with your own arousal, but the size still looked impossible.

Jeon’s hands rested lightly on your hips, not pushing, just steadying you. “Easy, angel. Whenever you’re ready. Only if you want it.”

You sank down slowly. The thick head pushed inside, stretching you open with a burning pressure that made you gasp. You only managed a couple of inches before the discomfort bordered on pain. You whimpered, pausing, your body trembling as you struggled to take more.

“Fuck… so tight,” Jeon groaned, his jaw clenched, fighting the urge to thrust up. “Does it hurt, baby? We can stop...”

You shook your head quickly, desperately sinking a little deeper despite the sting. Halfway down and you were already full, barely half his cock inside you, your walls clenching hard around the thick intrusion. The stretch was intense, but the heat and fullness made you even wetter, your arousal dripping down his shaft.

Jeon’s hands tightened on your hips, his eyes flicking between your face and where you were joined. “Breathe for me, baby... you’re doing so good… taking me so well.”

You whined, restless and impatient, trying to push down further but struggling. The pain lingered sharp and deep.

“Shh, angel. Let me take over now,” he said softly, his dominant tone wrapping around you. “I’ve got you.”

He gripped your hips more firmly, holding you steady. With careful, controlled rolls of his own hips, he worked himself deeper, aching thrusts that pushed another inch, then another. You cried out as the burn intensified, tears pricking your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. You wanted all of him.

“Almost there, baby… just a little more,” he murmured, his voice strained with restraint. “You’re clenching so fucking tight around me. Relax for me… let me fill you up.”

With one last gentle but firm push, Jeon sank the rest of his thick cock inside you. The stretch was excruciating at first, pain blooming sharp and hot as your walls were forced to accommodate every inch of his huge length. You whimpered brokenly, feeling impossibly full, like he was splitting you open.

Jeon stilled completely once he bottomed out, buried to the hilt. His hands stroked your back soothingly, his voice soft and reassuring even as his cock throbbed inside you.

“There you go… all the way in. You took every inch. Such a good girl for me.” He kissed your temple, staying perfectly still to let you adjust.

Slowly, the burning stretch eased into a heavy, throbbing fullness. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him as the discomfort melted into deep, aching pleasure. Jeon stayed buried deep, his hands gentle on your skin, waiting patiently until your whimpers turned into soft, needy sounds and your hips began to move restlessly again. He could feel the way your sensitive little pussy gripped him so tightly it bordered on painful for both of you.

“Fuck, angel… look at that,” he murmured hoarsely, He shifted you carefully, laying you back on the bed and hooking your legs over his elbows, folding you open wider so he could see everything. His dark eyes dropped between your bodies, watching with raw hunger as your slick walls clenched visibly around the base of his cock. “Pretty pussy sucking me in so greedily. Clenching like it never wants to let me go.”

You cried out softly, overwhelmed tears slipping down your temples. The stretch was still intense, but the fullness felt too good to stop. Your hips twitched restlessly beneath him.

“Jeon…” you whimpered, your voice breaking for the first time again, needy and begging. “More… please…”

The sound of your voice finally saying his name like that hit him like a drug. Jeon’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with possessive hunger. He had waited so long to hear you, and now every soft whimper and broken plea made his cock throb harder inside you.

He started slow at first, gentle rolls of his hips, sliding his thick length in and out with careful control, kissing your tear streaked cheeks and murmuring soft praises against your skin. “That’s it, angel. Taking me so well… my good girl.”

But your desperate little whimpers kept fueling him. “More… please...”

Jeon lost control, his hips snapping forward harder, driving his massive cock deep into your tight heat with rough, punishing thrusts. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he fucked you deeper, faster, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every brutal stroke. You cried out, tears streaming down your face, but you took every inch, whimpering his name over and over like a prayer.

Jeon loved it. Loved the sound of your voice breaking for him. It drove him wild until he was growling against your neck. He pounded into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours, the bed creaking under the force. His thick cock stretched you open again and again, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you as he drove himself deeper.

Jeon was losing control. After months of never touching you, only watching, only respecting the sacred line you had drawn, the hunger finally broke him.

His hand slid up your body, his large palm wrapping around your throat with firm, possessive pressure. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch and your pulse race under his fingers. He held you there, his thumb pressing lightly against the side of your neck, feeling every frantic beat of your heart.

One hand slid between your bodies, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit. The pressure built fast and overwhelming. Your pussy clenched violently around him, your walls fluttering and squeezing so tightly it almost hurt. You came hard, squirting around his cock with a broken cry, clear fluid soaking his abs and the sheets beneath you.

The sight and feel of you falling apart pushed Jeon over the edge as he groaned, his voice strained. He buried himself to the hilt, his hips stuttering as he released deep inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your spasming pussy.

Even as he came, he kept kissing you softly, on your lips, your cheeks, your tear damp lashes, whispering affectionate praises between heavy breaths.

“My perfect girl… I love you. So fucking much. You’re mine now… all mine.”

He stayed buried deep, holding you close as both of you trembled through the aftershocks, his cock still twitching inside your cum filled, sensitive pussy.

Jeon’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving against yours. He stayed perfectly still for a long moment, savoring the way your walls fluttered weakly around him. Then his hand came up, his large palm cupping your tear streaked face with heartbreaking gentleness. His thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away the wetness, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched and your breaths mingled.

His dark eyes searched yours. “I don’t want you to call me Jeon anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost trembling with the weight of it. “Not tonight. Not ever again.”

He swallowed hard, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as if memorizing the shape of your silence. “I want you to call me Jungkook.”

His eyes were burning deep with something that had been growing since the night you first crashed into him in that dim hallway. Since the first time your fearful, sad eyes had locked onto his across a smoky club and refused to let go.

“I’ve waited so long to hear my name on your lips,” he continued softly, his voice cracking. “Every time you danced for me… every time you looked at me like I was the only man in the world… I wanted this. I wanted you to say it like you just did when you were falling apart around me. Like I’m yours.”

He pressed a slow, reverent kiss to your forehead, then to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt of your tears.

“You’re my home now, angel. I’d burn everything down again just to keep you safe… just to keep hearing you whisper my name like that.”

You lay beneath him, still impossibly full of him, your body aching in the most overwhelming way. Your mind was a quiet storm, confused and unsure of the depth of what you felt for this man who had quietly claimed every piece of your guarded heart without ever forcing his way in.

You didn’t know if this was love yet.

But you knew comfort. You knew home. You had never known anything like the way he gently held you now, even after he had ruined you so thoroughly, protective even when he was buried to the hilt inside you. No one had ever made the fear quiet down like this. No one had ever made the sadness feel bearable just by looking at you like you were something precious.

Your fingers trembled as they traced the line of his jaw. You didn’t speak, as words still felt too complicated, but your eyes said enough. They stayed locked on his, warm with quiet realization that this man had become your safe place.

Jeon smiled, soft and impossibly tender, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips. “Stay with me,” he whispered against your mouth, the plea wrapped in desperation. “Let me keep you.”

Jeon’s fingers kept tracing slow patterns along your spine, his breath warm against your temple.

After a long while, you finally spoke. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, hoarse from all the whimpers and moans he had drawn out of you tonight.

“…Jungkook.”

His entire body stilled. The name left your lips like a secret finally set free, hesitant and uncertain, but real. His arms tightened around you instantly, a shaky exhale escaping him as if he had been waiting years just to hear it.

You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t need to. In that single word, you had given him the only thing you had left to offer, the quiet acknowledgment that he was no longer just the man who watched you from the shadows. He was yours now, too.

Jeon pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, breathing you in. The room fell quiet again, filled only with the sound of your mingled breathing and the distant hum of the city beyond the estate walls. He stayed inside you, holding you close, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

You still didn’t know if this feeling in your chest was love. But for the first time in your life, the silence felt like it could hold something beautiful, something that might last.

«an: im sorry you guys i actually suck at writing and wrapping up oneshots unless its like atleast 25k words or just pure smut. but mafia jk is so hot i need himmm ugh

[a-nyx-7]

devotion ⋆˚꩜｡ Jk

After pregnancy, insecurities begin to take over, and your husband reminds you just how deeply he loves you.

Pairing - Husband! Jungkook x Wife! Reader

Warnings - insecurities, smut, mentions of body fat, licking, eating out, fucking, 18+.

ONESHOT.

The room was a vibrant chaos of plush toys and soft giggles. Jungkook was sprawled across the bed, completely immersed in a world of play with his five-month-old son.

"Hey! Jae! Look at this!" he chirped, his voice brimming with affection. He reached out to tickle the infant’s tummy, rewarded instantly by a toothless grin and wide, doe-like eyes that mirrored his own.

You stepped into the room, the scent of soap lingering around you. Your hair was still damp, and you draped a towel over your shoulders as you took in the heartwarming scene.

"Kook, could you grab some water for me, please?" you asked softly. "It’s nearly time for his feeding."

Jungkook gave a quick, dutiful nod and headed toward the kitchen. Gently, you scooped Jae into your arms and settled onto the edge of the bed. A wave of quiet wonder washed over you as he blinked up at you ---your son, the tiny life you had carried and brought into the world.

A moment later, Jungkook returned, his face splitting into a broad grin at the sight of his two favorite people. "Here you go," he said, handing you the water bottle. He slid onto the mattress beside you, watching with quiet reverence as you began to breastfeed.

He seemed perpetually in awe of how small and delicate the baby was, his gaze softening with every tiny movement Jae made.

You let out a sharp, rhythmic sigh when the baby’s latch grew a bit too enthusiastic.

"Is he being a little too rough?" Jungkook asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

You nodded tiredly and carefully shifted Jae to the other side. Seeing the slight strain in your expression, Jungkook leaned in to press a tender kiss to your cheek, his hand reaching up to affectionately ruffle your damp hair. "You two are my entire world," he whispered against your skin.

You leaned into his touch, smiling. "And you are the best husband and father we could have asked for."

"And you," he countered, kissing your cheek once more, "are the perfect wife and mother."

As the house fell into a deep, nocturnal stillness, the two of you remained huddled together. The conversation drifted back to the whirlwind of the past year—the erratic mood swings, the midnight cravings, and the moments you had sulked over the smallest things. Laughter punctuated the quiet night as you revisited those memories, the exhaustion of parenthood momentarily eclipsed by the simple joy of being a family.

The following day, Jungkook returned from work earlier than usual, the savory aroma of a home-cooked meal soon wafting from the kitchen. From the living room, you rocked a fussy Jae in your arms, watching Jungkook’s fluid movements through the open doorway.

He moved with a practiced grace, a skill he had perfected during your pregnancy when he took over the household chores so you could rest. Seeing him there, so attentive and diligent, warmed your heart. Once Jae finally succumbed to sleep, you laid him down and slipped into the kitchen to offer a hand.

Later that evening, the two of you settled onto the sofa, the soft glow of a romantic film flickering against the walls—a perfect wrap-up to a quiet Saturday.

"It’s been way too long since we just sat down and watched a movie together," Jungkook remarked between bites of dinner.

"I know," you admitted, a small pout forming on your lips. "I’ve really missed this."

He grinned, pulling you closer. Once the plates were cleared, you melted into his side, resting your head against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat while his arm draped securely around your waist.

The intimacy felt restorative, like a balm for the exhaustion of new parenthood. It mirrored those golden days of college when, after a grueling week of exams, he would whisk you away to his place to spend the entire night lost in a marathon of films.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly when the movie took a turn. A heated, passionate exchange between the leads filled the screen, the air in the room suddenly thickening with a different kind of energy.

You shifted slightly, the sudden friction of your clothes against his feeling amplified. Jungkook’s fingers began a slow, rhythmic caress against your waist.

Jae was sound asleep. The house was silent.

The tension rippled through you, your throat tightening as you noticed his breathing grow shallow and heavy in tandem with the steamy scene on the screen.

Feeling a sudden rush of self-consciousness, you cleared your throat and stood up, gathering the empty plates as an excuse to retreat to the kitchen. Jungkook’s gaze followed you, heavy and lingering.

He wanted you. It had been seven long months since you had last been intimate. Throughout the final months of pregnancy and the two months following delivery, he had been the ultimate gentleman, never once pressuring you. He had insisted on waiting until you felt fully healed and ready.

Then, as Jae grew, the nights had become a blur of restless cries and exhaustion, leaving no room for anything beyond sleep.

But tonight, the silence was an invitation.

Jungkook followed you, carrying an empty water bottle and setting it on the counter with a soft thud. You kept your back to him, fiddling with the bowls in the sink to avoid his eyes.

Then, you felt it—the warmth of his chest against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

BYour heart thudded violently against your ribs. He gently turned you around in the narrow space, his eyes dark with a hunger he had kept at bay for months. When he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss was desperate and searing.

For a moment, you lost yourself in him, your hands finding the nape of his neck. But as the heat intensified and the reality of his desire pressed against you, panic flickered in your chest. You pulled away, breathless and trembling.

Jungkook panted, his pulse visible in his neck. The kiss had ignited a fire that was becoming difficult to contain.

"Kook... Jae... he’ll be awake soon for his feeding. I need to go check on him," you stammered, stepping back and busying yourself with the faucet.

The rejection hit him like a physical weight. He let out a long, shaky sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to steady his breathing. A flash of guilt crossed his mind—were you still in pain? Had he pushed too hard? Without a word, he retreated to the bedroom, the heavy silence of the house returning once more.

After checking up on your little son, you slipped into the bedroom. The air was heavy with the unspoken tension from the kitchen. Jungkook was propped up against the headboard, his gaze fixed on his phone, though he didn't seem to be reading anything.

As you slid beneath the covers, the mattress dipped under your weight, and the silence felt deafening.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice low and thick with regret.

You turned to look at him, the guilt in his eyes mirroring your own. "I’m the one who should be sorry," you whispered, your heart aching. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. I know it’s been a long time, and I..."

"No," he interrupted gently, finally meeting your eyes. "I just thought maybe you were still in pain. I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable."

"It’s not that," you replied, moving closer until your shoulder brushed his. "I’m just... exhausted, Kook. Jae was so fussy all day, and I feel like I’ve run out of energy. I just need to rest."

A visible wave of relief washed over him. He wasn't being rejected because you had lost interest; it was simply the bone-deep weariness of a new mother.

He let out a soft sigh, humming in understanding as he leaned over to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I get it. Let's just sleep, then." He draped a protective arm over you, pulling you into the familiar warmth of his chest, and within minutes, the exhaustion pulled you both into a heavy slumber.

The next morning, the house was draped in the pale, grey light of dawn. You rose early, slipping into your bathrobe to prepare a bath. This was your routine—showering before Jungkook left for work so he could keep an eye on the baby’s monitor.

But as the water began to steam, the guilt from the previous night resurfaced, sharper than before. You missed him. You missed the way he looked at you, the way his hands felt against your skin, and the effortless intimacy you used to share. You craved his touch, yet something held you back.

Standing before the vanity mirror, you hesitated. Slowly, with a trembling hand, you let the silk robe slide off your shoulders, pooling at your feet.

You looked at your reflection, really looking for the first time in weeks. Your eyes immediately fell to your abdomen, tracing the silvery, jagged lines of stretch marks that mapped out the journey of your pregnancy.

Your silhouette had softened; your hips were wider, and your frame carried a new, unfamiliar roundness.

"God," you whispered, the word catching in your throat.

Tears stung your eyes as a cold wave of insecurity washed over you. You traced a finger over the marks, feeling like a stranger in your own skin. The intrusive thoughts began to spiral, dark and relentless.

How could he still want this? What if he’s just being kind? What if he doesn't find me beautiful anymore?

Jungkook was sitting on the rug, a picture of domestic bliss as he entertained Jae, when you walked into the living room. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, catching the soft edges of the home you had built together.

"I’ll be taking him to the clinic for his monthly checkup today," you mentioned, your voice slightly muffled by the steam of the coffee you were pouring.

Jungkook looked up, his attention momentarily diverted from Jae, who was currently preoccupied with tugging relentlessly at his father's shirt collar. "Do you want me to come along? I can push back my first meeting."

"No, stay," you insisted with a small, reassuring shake of your head. "It’s just a routine checkup, and the driver will be there to help with the stroller anyway."

You joined them on the floor for a while, the air filling with lighthearted banter and the latest family gossip. It was a rare, peaceful pocket of time before the day truly began.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Jungkook said, standing up and smoothing out the sharp lines of his suit jacket. "There’s a small gathering at my aunt’s place this Sunday. Mom was pretty adamant about us making an appearance."

"Of course," you replied, giving him a supportive smile. You leaned in to press a quick, lingering kiss to his lips. He beamed, waving a playful goodbye to a babbling Jae before heading out the door.

Once the house grew quiet, you retreated to the bedroom. Jae was sprawled comfortably in the middle of the large bed, kicking his legs and staring intently at the ceiling fan. Taking advantage of his good mood, you began rummaging through your closet, pulling out options for the Sunday gathering.

One by one, the dresses you used to love felt like betrayals. Some were too tight in places they never used to be, while others draped awkwardly, making you feel alien to yourself. You reached for your favorite black bodycon—the one that used to make you feel invincible. As you pulled it on and turned toward the mirror, you let out a shaky breath. The fabric clung to your new curves, highlighting the softness of your post-partum silhouette in a way that made your heart sink.

A lump formed in your throat as you stood there, feeling exposed even in your own room. With a heavy sigh, you pulled the dress off and tossed it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Biting your lip to keep the tears at bay, you reached for your phone. Your thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before you began scrolling through a maternity-friendly boutique, quickly ordering something new—something with more flow, something that would hide the parts of you that you weren't ready to show the world.

Shaking off the lingering sting of insecurity, you gathered Jae’s diaper bag and prepared for the hospital visit, putting on a brave face for the day ahead.

°

After the routine hospital visit, you stopped by a nearby CVS to pick up a few essentials. As you stood at the checkout counter, a familiar, high-pitched voice sliced through the quiet of the store.

"Jeon Y/n?"

You turned instantly, your eyes widening with pleasant surprise. "Soora! Oh my god, hey!" It was one of your classmates from university, her face bright with recognition.

Soora’s gaze immediately drifted to the sleeping bundle in your arms. "Is this your little guy?" she whispered, her face melting into a smile.

The two of you migrated to the cafe next door, catching up over the hum of the espresso machine. Soora hadn't changed a bit; she spent the better part of an hour gushing about her new boyfriend and her latest career moves.

"Jae, right? That was his name?" she asked, leaning in to admire the infant’s peaceful face.

"Yes," you replied, a soft, maternal pride warming your chest.

"He looks exactly like Jungkook!" she exclaimed.

You let out a soft laugh. "I know. They match in energy, too—completely restless."

As the conversation wound down, Soora ordered a decadent pastry, offering you a bite. You politely declined, never having much of a sweet tooth.

"Of course, you must be dieting," she said casually, taking a forkful of cake.

"Hmm?" You blinked, caught off guard.

"Well, you look a little... chubby," she added, her tone light and conversational, as if she were simply commenting on the weather. "Pregnancy does that, I guess. It makes sense that you’re watching what you eat."

She didn't mean any malice; she was just stating what she saw as an innocent fact. But to you, it felt like a physical blow. The insecurity you had been nursing since that morning flared into a painful ache.

You forced a tight smile and nodded slowly, but your mind began to spiral. You made a quick excuse to leave, the weight of her words settling heavily in your stomach.

That evening, the house was filled with the rhythmic sounds of Jungkook yapping about his workday. He moved around the kitchen with high energy, setting the dinner table while you finished the last of the meal prep.

"I’m actually not eating tonight," you said, keeping your voice steady as you wiped down the counter.

"Why not?" he asked, popping his head back into the kitchen, his expression falling into a pout.

You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. "I had some ramen earlier this evening," you lied. You knew Jungkook; if you said you weren't hungry, he’d assume you were sick and try to spoon-feed you himself. A specific heavy snack was the only way out.

"Oh. Well, just one bite of this?" he urged as he sat down.

"No, I’m really stuffed, Kook." You sat beside him anyway, playing the role of the attentive listener as he ate and continued his stories, though your stomach growled in silent protest.

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The next morning, the air was cool and quiet. You were sitting on the bed, gently rocking Jae, when Jungkook stepped into the room. He had just finished his morning workout and was clad only in low-slung track pants. Beads of sweat glistened on his sculpted chest as he tipped back a bottle of water.

You felt a sharp tug of desire in your lower belly. He was breathtakingly handsome—rugged, strong, and entirely yours. Your thighs clenched instinctively as you watched the play of muscles in his back.

Jungkook caught your gaze in the mirror. He wasn't oblivious; he saw the hunger in your eyes and felt an immediate, matching surge of heat. In his eyes, your body had only become more alluring since the birth of your son—softer, more womanly, and utterly captivating. His gaze darkened as he noticed the silk strap of your nightgown had slipped down your shoulder, revealing a tantalizing hint of skin.

After you tucked Jae into his crib in the nursery, you returned to the bedroom. Jungkook had showered and was lounging on the bed, still shirtless, his skin smelling of soap and warmth. You hovered by the vanity, nervously applying your skincare, before finally sliding into bed beside him.

He didn't hesitate. He pulled you flush against him, his eyes burning with a need he had suppressed for far too long. His knees brushed against your thighs, and his calloused thumb began a slow, agonizingly beautiful caress along your collarbone.

"Y/n..." he breathed, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made your heart skip.

Your breath hitched. You wanted him so badly it hurt, but the voices in your head were louder. What if he sees the marks? What if he thinks I’ve let myself go?

He leaned down, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hot against your ear. He was impatient now, his body hard and demanding against yours. But as his hands began to wander, the panic flared.

Suddenly, his phone on the nightstand erupted into a loud ring.

You jolted, using the noise as a literal shield to push him away. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, a flash of pure frustration crossing his handsome features. Usually, you both ignored the world when you were on the verge getting intimate.

"Answer it," you said, your voice breathless as you scrambled out of his reach. "I... I need to go check on Jae."

"He’s sound asleep, Y/n," Jungkook groaned, his voice thick with unspent desire.

"I just want to be sure."

Before he could reach out to pull you back, you were out the door, your heart hammering against your ribs. Jungkook let out a frustrated growl, snatched up the phone, and answered the call with a sharp "What?" while you stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall and trying to catch your breath.

°

Jungkook let out a jagged sigh of relief, his hand moving with a desperate, frantic rhythm. In the solitary quiet of the bathroom, his mind was a whirlwind of images, all of them centered on you. He recalled the way he had woken up that morning, feeling the soft pressure of your plump lips against his shoulder and the weight of your body pressed against his.

He groaned, the sound muffled by the tiled walls, as he fantasized about the heat of your touch and the familiar, intoxicating mess of a night spent lost in each other.

But even as release finally came, it brought little satisfaction. A lingering ache remained, fueled by the growing worry of why you kept pulling away. It was becoming a pattern, a distance he didn't know how to bridge.

By evening, the tension had been tucked away behind a veneer of elegance. You stood before the mirror in a forest-green dress, the fabric draping over your new curves. Jungkook, dressed casually in a crisp grey shirt and dark jeans, stepped up behind you.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured, his hands settling firmly on your hips as he admired your reflection. You offered him a small, fragile smile, silently wondering if those words would hold true if he saw you without the artful concealment of the dress.

Before the moment could deepen, Jae’s cry echoed from the nursery. Jungkook pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek and rushed out to tend to him.

The drive to his aunt’s house was filled with a quiet, charged energy. Jungkook found his gaze drifting toward you at every red light. He felt like a smitten teenager all over again, desperate to catch your eye and win your favor.

"Ouch... Jae, gentle," you hissed softly, wincing as the baby grew restless and nipped at you during a mid-drive feeding.

Jungkook glanced over, his hands steady on the wheel despite the sudden surge of heat that flooded his senses. The sight of you, so maternal and raw, sent his pulse racing. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, forced to focus his eyes strictly on the road to maintain some semblance of composure.

By the time the car pulled into the driveway, the ache of desire was nearly unbearable.

The gathering was a lively affair, with the family instantly swarming to dote on the new baby. You watched with a heart full of pride as Jae was passed from one adoring relative to another.

Across the room, Jungkook stood with his brothers and cousins, laughing at their jokes, yet his eyes never strayed from you for long. He tracked your movements with a protective, hungry intensity.

When dinner was served, you took your seat beside him. In front of you sat a perfectly seared steak—your absolute favorite. Your mouth watered at the savory aroma, but the echoes of Soora’s words and the image in the mirror held you back.

"Is everything alright, Y/n? You've hardly touched a thing," his mother noted, her brow furrowed with concern.

Jungkook looked down at your pristine plate and then up at you, his voice a low whisper. "What’s wrong? You love this."

"Nothing, I’m just taking my time," you lied, forcing yourself to cut a small piece of meat and take a bite. To your starving body, it was heaven; to your anxious mind, it felt like a betrayal of your resolve.

Jungkook wasn't convinced. He had noticed your meager breakfast of apple slices and the way you had survived the afternoon on a single cup of black coffee. He didn't know the thoughts racing through your head, and he hesitated to push you in front of the family.

Seeking to ground you, he reached under the table and gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up, meeting his warm gaze and offering a small nod of reassurance. He smiled, though the worry didn't entirely leave his eyes.

Your gaze accidentally dropped to his lap, noticing the unmistakable tension in his frame. You bit your lower lip, a wave of guilt washing over you. You had heard his muffled groans from the bathroom that morning; it had taken every ounce of your self-control not to walk in and ease his frustration.

Sensing your gaze, Jungkook leaned in closer. "Eat," he commanded gently, transferring a prime cut of meat from his plate to yours. "You haven't been eating nearly enough lately, and I’m not letting you skip out on your favorite meal."

You couldn't help but smile at his mock-scolding tone, the warmth of his care momentarily quieting the insecurities that had been screaming all day.

°

The soft glow of the nursery lamp cast long, warm shadows across the room. The air was still, filled only with the rhythmic, peaceful breathing of your son. Jungkook leaned over the crib, his large hand looking even more powerful against the delicate frame of the sleeping infant. He adjusted the blanket with a tenderness that always made your heart ache.

"He looks so peaceful," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely a breath as he watched Jae’s tiny chest rise and fall. "He really is the best of us."

"He is," you whispered back, stepping closer until you were standing in the circle of warmth radiating from Jungkook. "He has your stubbornness, though. He refused to nap for even a second this afternoon."

Jungkook let out a low, tired chuckle and finally straightened up, turning to face you. The exhaustion of the long day at his aunt's house was etched into the lines around his eyes, but his gaze was soft as it landed on you. The quiet of the nursery felt like a sanctuary, a world away from the prying eyes of relatives and the loud bustle of the city.

He reached out, his fingers grazing your arm, tracing the line of your green dress. "Finally," he sighed, "some quiet."

The guilt from the day—the skipped meals, the rejected touches, and the silent insecurities—seemed to weigh heavier in the stillness. You looked up at him, seeing the man who had stayed up with you through every midnight cry and who looked at you with more adoration now than he ever had in college.

"Kook..." you started, your voice trembling just slightly.

"Don't," he interrupted softly, sensing the apology forming on your lips. He stepped into your personal space, his presence grounding and solid. "You don't have to say anything. I just want to be near you."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a slow, weary embrace. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, familiar thrum of his heart. For a moment, the mirror's reflection and Soora's comments didn't matter. In the dim light of your son’s room, held tightly by the man you loved, you felt a flickering sense of peace.

The bedroom was heavy with a suffocating silence as Jungkook collapsed onto the bed. He looked exhausted, his muscular frame sprawled across the sheets as he stared at the ceiling with a hollow kind of longing.

Seeing him like this, needy and frustrated, yet still so patient with your distance made the guilt in your chest become unbearable. You realized that while you were obsessing over your flaws, he was starving for the woman he loved.

Moving with a sudden, quiet resolve, you crawled toward him. Jungkook’s breath hitched as you settled between his legs, your eyes meeting his dark, hooded gaze. Without a word, you reached for the button of his jeans.

As you lowered his zipper, his cock sprang free, already painfully hard and pulsing with a desperate heat. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, silver in the dim light, and the sight of him so ready for you made your own body ache.

"Y/n... what are you—" he started, his voice a broken rasp.

You didn't answer with words. Instead, you leaned down, letting your tongue dart out to lick the length of him, tasting the salt and heat of his skin. He let out a jagged, guttural groan, his head falling back against the headboard. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, feeling the frantic thrum of his pulse, and leaned forward to finally suck the velvet head into your mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming. He was so large and firm, filling you completely as you began to move with a slow, rhythmic suction. Jungkook’s fingers tangled deep into your hair, his knuckles turning white as he guided your pace.

"God, baby... you’re so wet and warm," he choked out, his hips bucking instinctively against your lips.

You quickened the pace, swirling your tongue around him, focused entirely on the way his breath shattered every time you took him deeper. He was trembling now, his entire body wound tight like a coiled spring. The power you felt in that moment eclipsed every insecurity; in this room, in this light, you were the only thing he wanted.

"I'm close... Y/n, I'm gonna—"

You didn't let go. You gripped him tighter, your mouth working fervently until he finally broke. Jungkook let out a loud, raw cry as he came, his body shuddering violently with the release he had been craving for months.

When it was over, he pulled you up his body.

The heavy, post-release bliss in the room was short-lived. Jungkook, still pulsing with the adrenaline of the moment, shifted his weight. His eyes were dark with a different kind of fire now—one that wasn't just about his own satisfaction, but about reclaiming the connection he felt slipping through his fingers.

"My turn," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise.

He reached out, his large hands finding the delicate zipper at the back of your forest-green dress. The metallic slide sounded loud in the quiet room. As the fabric loosened, Jungkook leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive curve where your neck met your shoulder. He began to lick and nip at your skin, his hands sliding around to your front to find the weight of your breast through the silk.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n," he breathed against your skin, his touch becoming more frantic, more needy. "I've missed the way you feel. Let me..."

But as his fingers grazed the edge of your bra, the familiar cold spike of panic flared in your chest. The image of those silvery stretch marks and the softness of your stomach flashed in your mind like a warning light. Before he could pull the dress down past your shoulders, you grabbed his wrists, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps.

"No, Kook... stop," you whispered, pulling away and clutching the loosened fabric to your chest.

Jungkook froze, his hands hovering in mid-air. "Baby, what’s wrong? I want to help you too. I can see how much you need this. Just let me love you."

He tried to lean back in, his eyes searching yours for a spark of the passion you’d shown just minutes ago. He reached for the hem of your gown again, his intentions pure and desperate to make you feel as good as he just had.

"I said no!" you snapped, more harshly than you intended. You let out a long, shaky sigh, turning your back to him as you re-zipped the dress with trembling fingers. "I’m just... I’m not in the mood. I told you, I’m tired."

The rejection hit him like a physical blow. Jungkook sat back on his heels, then slowly stood up from the bed. He stood there, shirtless and disheveled, his brow furrowed in deep, painful confusion.

The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. He watched you move to the vanity, avoiding his reflection in the glass. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of the mixed signals. Why would you go down on him so fervently—taking his cock with such hunger and making him feel like the only man on earth—only to recoil the second he tried to touch your body?

"I don't understand," he said quietly, his voice laced with a hurt he couldn't hide. "If you're too tired to be touched, why did you just...?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't. You just kept your back turned, terrified that if he saw the tears in your eyes, he’d realize just how broken your confidence really was.

Jungkook didn’t let you retreat this time. He moved from the bed, his footsteps silent on the rug, and sat on the vanity stool directly in front of you. He forced you to acknowledge him, his presence large and grounding.

"Talk to me... Y/n... please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with a mixture of love and desperation. "This isn't you. Something is eating at you. I can see it in the way you look at yourself, the way you’re skipping meals. It’s killing me."

The dam finally broke. A loud, jagged sob escaped your throat, your shoulders shaking violently as months of silent insecurity finally boiled over.

Jungkook didn't hesitate; he surged forward, pulling you off the chair and into his lap. He wrapped his powerful arms around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, letting you soak his skin with your tears. He just held you, his hand rhythmically patting your back, a constant, steady force against your chaos.

When your sobs finally subsided into shaky breaths, he pulled back just enough to frame your face with his hands. He used his thumbs to wipe the dampness from your cheeks, his gaze searching yours with a piercing intensity.

"Tell me," he whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. "Talk to me. Whatever it is, we fix it together. Just don't shut me out anymore."

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling as you finally gave words to the darkness. "I... I hate my body, Jungkook," you choked out, fresh tears blurring your vision. "I look in the mirror and I don't see the woman you married. I see the marks, the weight... I see how much I’ve changed. And when you look at me, when you try to touch me... I’m just so scared that you’re disappointed. That I’m not beautiful to you anymore."

Jungkook went completely still, his eyes widening as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. The skipped meals, the rejection of his touch, the way you had avoided the mirror—it wasn't that you didn't want him. You didn't think you were worthy of being wanted.

"You think I'm disappointed?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, thick with disbelief. "Y/n, look at me."

He took a deep breath, his hands sliding down from your face to rest firmly on your waist, his grip possessive and sure. "I have been dying to get my hands on you for months. Not because I’m just needy, but because you have never looked more like a woman to me than you do right now. Those marks? That softness? That’s my son’s first home. That is the proof of what you went through for our family."

He stood up, pulling you with him until you were standing in front of the full-length mirror. He stood behind you, his large, warm hands splaying over your stomach, forcing you to look at the reflection you had been fleeing.

"Look," he commanded gently, his lips brushing your ear. "I see a queen. I see the mother of my child. I see the most gorgeous, and incredible woman I’ve ever known. I don't want the girl from college, Y/n. I want you. Right here. Right now.”

Jungkook’s mind raced back through the last few weeks—the way you’d scrambled to cover yourself whenever he entered the room and the untouched plates of food you’d pushed away.

The realization hurt, but it only made his resolve stronger. He leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss to the side of your neck.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, Y/n," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with conviction. "Don’t ever doubt that. Not for a single second."

His words acted like a balm, slowly quieting the frantic noise in your head. His large, warm palms began to move in soothing, rhythmic circles over your abdomen, his touch grounding you. He let out a soft, airy laugh against your cheek. "You really are an idiot, you know that?"

You shifted in his lap, giving him a weak glare through your wet lashes. "You won't find me... repulsive? When you actually see everything?"

"No." The answer was instantaneous, sharp and leaves no room for argument.

"But... things changed. I'm not... pretty down there anymore. It looks—"

Jungkook didn't let you finish. He captured your lips in a firm, silencing kiss that tasted of salt and desperation. When he pulled back, his eyes were burning. "Let me be the judge of that," he whispered, his voice dropping to a gravelly register.

With deliberate slowness, he reached for the straps of your silk gown. You tried to shrink away, your instinct to hide still flickering, but he caught your gaze and held it.

As the fabric pooled around your waist, his breath hitched, coming out in a shattered exhale. He stared at your body, at the soft curves and the silver lines that marked the journey of bringing his son into the world with a look of pure, unadulterated worship.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "I am so hard."

He pulled you flush against him, his thick, pulsing cock pressing firmly against your hip. You let out a shaky gasp at the sheer size and heat of him.

"Feel that?" he growled, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. "Feel exactly how much you still drive me out of my mind. You think these marks make you less? They make you a goddess to me. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect."

He began to trail kisses downward, his mouth hot and needy as he explored every inch of the skin you had tried so hard to hide. The way he looked at you—like you were the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on—began to burn away the last of your shame, replacing it with a mounting, heavy heat.

Jungkook didn't give you a chance to retreat back into your thoughts. He scooped you up, his powerful arms locking under your thighs as he carried you the short distance to the bed.

He laid you down in the center of the mattress, the moonlight catching the silver of your stretch marks—lines he traced with a worshipful gaze before spreading your legs wide.

"Kook..." you whimpered, feeling exposed, but he silenced you by leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"Open for me, baby," he growled, his voice thick with an edge. "I want to see everything. I want to taste how much you want me."

As you slowly yielded, Jungkook moved between your knees. He didn't look away; instead, he stared intently at your entrance, his thumb reaching out to gently part your folds. You were already glistening, a sweet, natural wetness coating your skin. He let out a low, guttural hum of approval, his eyes darkening.

"Look at you," he whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "So beautiful. So wet for me."

He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, agonizing stripe from your bottom to your clit. You arched off the bed, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as the friction sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. He didn't stop there. He used his fingers to spread you further, exposing the pink, swollen center of your pleasure.

He began to eat you out with a focused, reverent intensity. His tongue was broad and warm, swirling around your clit before diving deep to taste the creaminess of your pussy. He used his spit to lubricate his movements, making every slide of his tongue feel slick and heavy.

"You taste so good, Y/n," he mumbled against your wet skin, the vibrations of his voice making you tremble.

He grew more aggressive, his suckling becoming firmer as he sensed you nearing the edge. He buried his face in you, his nose rubbing against your soft hair as he focused his attention on the small, pulsing bud of your pleasure. You were a mess of tangled sheets and broken moans, your fingers clutching at his hair as he devoured you.

The insecurity that had plagued you for months vanished, incinerated by the sheer heat of his worship. He wasn't just helping you; he was obsessed with you. He drank you in like a dying man, his tongue flicking rhythmically until your hips began to jerk uncontrollably.

"That's it, baby... give it all to me," he urged, his voice a dark command.

As the first waves of your orgasm hit, he slid two fingers deep inside your entrance, mimicking the motion of his cock while his mouth stayed locked on your clit. The dual sensation was too much. You cried out his name, your body shuddering violently as you collapsed into the pillows, completely spent and thoroughly worshipped.

Jungkook didn’t give you a moment to recover. As you lay there breathless, your body still humming from the aftershocks of the climax he’d just gifted you, he crawled up the length of your body like a predator reclaiming its prize. His eyes were dark, dilated with a raw, primal hunger that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"I’m not done with you yet," he rasped, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Not even close."

He hovered over you, his heavy, muscular frame a warm weight that made you feel small and cherished. He captured your lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of your own wetness on his breath.

As the heat intensified, the physical reality of your postpartum body made itself known—the stimulation and the surge of emotion caused your breasts to feel heavy, and a small amount of milk began to leak, bead-like and ivory against your skin.

You let out a small, self-conscious whimper, trying to turn away, but Jungkook’s gaze followed the path of the moisture. He didn't recoil; instead, his expression softened into something intensely carnal and worshipful.

"Kook, I—"

"It’s beautiful," he interrupted, his voice thick. He leaned down, his warm lips surrounding your nipple as he began to suck with a slow, rhythmic pull. The sensation was electric, a direct line of pleasure shooting from your chest to your pussy. You let out a loud, unrestrained scream, your back arching off the bed as he used his tongue to lick and swirl around the sensitive peak.

"Jungkook! Oh god, Kook!" you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent marks in his skin. The raw intimacy of it—the way he embraced every part of your motherhood and turned it into something incredibly erotic—shattered the last of your defenses.

He moved lower, his hard throbbing cock rubbing against your thigh, slick with pre-cum. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours. "I want to feel you, Y/n. All of you."

He pushed inside slowly, a low growl escaping his throat as your tight, wet heat encased him. He let out a long, shaky breath, hovering there for a moment to let you adjust. You felt stretched, full, and utterly claimed.

"You’re so tight," he groaned, beginning to move in long, deep strokes. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow grind that forced you to feel the sheer size of him. He wasn't just fucking you; he was reclaiming you, his body worshiping yours with every heavy push.

He leaned down to whisper filth in your ear, his breath hot and needy. "Do you feel how much I want you? Do you feel how perfect you are for me?"

You could only sob out his name, your head tossing back and forth on the pillow. The friction against your clit was perfect, and with every thrust, you felt your internal muscles clench around his cock, desperate to pull him deeper. He quickened the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the quiet room, mingled with your loud, breathless moans.

He was relentless, driving into you with a rhythmic power that made the headboard thud against the wall. He watched your face, watching the way your eyes rolled back and how you called for him, his own pleasure reaching a breaking point.

"I love you, Y/n," he choked out, his movements becoming frantic and heavy. "Everything about you... is mine."

With one final, deep surge, he buried himself inside you as far as he could go. You felt the hot, pulsing rhythm of his release filling you, a shared explosion of heat that left you both trembling. He collapsed onto you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged, exhausted hitches as he held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth.

Jungkook remained draped over you for a long moment, his forehead pressed against yours as both of your heartbeats gradually slowed their frantic pace.

When he finally shifted, he didn't pull away completely. Instead, he retreated just enough to grab a soft, warm cloth from the en-suite. He returned to the bed and settled between your legs once more, but this time, his movements were filled with a quiet, domestic reverence.

"Stay still, baby," he whispered, his voice still raspy from the screams he’d let out moments ago.

With agonizing gentleness, he began to wipe away the traces of your shared passion. He was meticulous, his touch light as he cleaned the wetness from your thighs and the lingering spit and creaminess from your entrance.

Every stroke of the cloth was accompanied by a soft kiss—to your knee, to the curve of your calf, and eventually, to the silvery lines on your stomach that you had spent so long trying to hide.

"You see these?" he murmured, his thumb tracing a stretch mark with a tenderness that made your throat ache. "They’re like a map of how we became a family. I don’t see 'imperfections,' Y/n. I see the strength it took to carry Jae. I see the woman who gave me everything."

He looked up, his dark eyes shimmering with an honesty that was impossible to doubt. "You’re softer, yeah. You’re curvier. And fuck, I’ve never been more attracted to you in my entire life. You’re a mother now, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen."

As he moved up to clean your chest, he paused, his eyes lingering on the skin he had just been worshipping. He didn't shy away or look embarrassed; instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to each breast. "I love every single change, Y/n. Because every change happened while you were making our son."

For the first time in months, the crushing weight of insecurity didn't just lighten—it dissolved. Watching him care for you with such unhurried devotion, hearing the way his voice shook when he talked about your beauty, you finally let the truth sink in.

You reached out, your fingers tangling in his damp hair, and pulled him up for a slow, deep kiss. It wasn't fueled by the frantic need of earlier, but by a soul-deep sense of security.

"I believe you," you whispered against his lips, a small, genuine smile finally tugging at your mouth. "I’m sorry I doubted you. And me."

Jungkook grinned, that familiar, boyish light returning to his eyes as he pulled the covers up around both of you, tucking you firmly against his side. "Good. Because I’m going to spend every day reminding you until you’re sick of hearing it."

As you drifted off to sleep, curled into the heat of his chest, the mirrors in the house no longer felt like enemies. You were loved, not in spite of your changes, but because of the incredible journey they represented. And in Jungkook’s arms, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Thank you for reading <3

[cupidsbling]

Wanna be yours | J.JK

You haven't seen your best friend's younger brother in over four years. And when you do, you realise that he's not some kid anymore...

genre – Secret pining, best friend's brother, fluff.

pairing – Jungkook X female reader.

warnings – Explicit language and smut.

word count – 6k+

series m.list

You haven't seen your best friend Minji in over a year. The thought alone makes your stomach squeeze as you drive up the familiar path to the Jeon family home.

The same place you spent half your teenage years in, laughing on the balcony, sometimes stealing wine from Mr Jeon's stash with Minji and teasing Minji's younger brother Jungkook every chance you could get.

You can already picture Minji running out the front door with her hair flying around as she comes to engulf you in the tightest hug. You feel a great sense of relief knowing that no matter how much time you spend apart from Minji, things will never change. You two have always been inseparable and even now, nothing's changed. And sure enough, the door opens before you can knock.

"Y/N!!"

Her loud voice hits you before her arms fly around you. She's wrapping you in the warmest hug and tightest hug that smells like her perfume. It's sweet, expensive and so Minji. You laugh and squeeze back just as tightly.

"I missed you so much Min." you mumble into her shoulder.

"I missed you more." She grins and pulls away just enough to look at you. "You look so good! Living with that boyfriend of yours is really treating you well, huh?"

You laugh again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, it's been... good... Busy, you know how it is."

Minji knows you better than anyone so she knows that tone in your voice too well but she doesn't comment on it. She links her arm through yours and tugs you inside.

The Jeon house smells the same. It sleeps of delicious food being cooked, soft wood polish and something faintly floral. It feels so nostalgic, walking back into the place that once felt like a second home.

Photos line the hallway. The first ones are of Minji. Her graduation, family trips and photos of her as a kid.

You come across a photo that makes your stomach twist. It's Jungkook in his university cap, smiling proudly. He looks so different since the last time you him. Of course, it's a good kind of diffent but you barely recognize him in this new photo... He looks so much olderm

"Four years ago was the last time you've seen him, right?" Minji asks, following your gaze with a little smile "Can you believe it? He's finally finished. My little bro."

"Wow," you murmur, still staring at the photo. "I still remember when he wouldn't stop complaining about his math homework.. Or anything for that matter."

Minji laughs "Oh trust me, he still complains. But he's different now. He's somewhat more mature. I mean he's even got all these tattoos and piercings now – Mom nearly fainted."

You blink. "Tattoos?"

"Oh yeah. Didn't I tell you? He got his first one on his arm after his first year. Now I think he's collecting them."

You smile, shaking your head. "That's... Wow. Jungkook with tattoos? I can't even picture it."

Minji grins mischievously. "You'll see. He's upstairs. He just got home this morning."

"He's here?" you ask curiously.

"Of course. You didn't think I'd let him miss my birthday, did you?"

Before you can answer, you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs. You turn and there he is. For a second you don't breathe.

Jungkook looks taller and he's much broader. His black t-shirt clings to his defined chest and arms. One of his arms is now entirely inked with patterns that dissappear beneath the fabric. A small silver hoop glints his lip and another by his eyebrow. His hair's longer and it falls into his eyes a little – Those same same big and dark eyes that would light up when you'd talk to him.

"Y/N - Noona?" His voice is a bit rougher now.

You blink, smiling a little too fast and forced "Jungkook?"

He grins genuinely and for a moment, he looks just like the boy you remember. The one who used to follow you and Minji around the house, trying to get you to watch movies with him.

"You've - you've really really grown up." you let out a breath and step closer.

Minji laughs and slings an arm over her brother's shoulders, even though she's much shorter than him. "Doesn't he look different? He's basically a man now. I feel so old."

Jungkook chuckles but his gaze quickly flickers to you and lingers. "I'm still the same though Noona." he says quietly.

"Still the same annoying kid?" You tease but your voice wavers just slightly and you hope no one notices.

Minji doesn't notice, she's already busy dragging you toward the kitchen. "Come on. Mom's gonna freak out when she sees you."

You follow her, trying to act normal but you can feel Jungkook's eyes on you aa you walk away.

The kitchen is filled with the familiar noise. Clinking dishes, Mrs Jeon's favourite old radio station and something bubbling on the stove. You follow Minji inside and the atmosphere wraps around you like a memory.

"Mom! Guess who finally showed up!"

Before you can even open your mouth, Mrs Jeon looks up and her eyes widen. Her face breaks into the kind of smile that makes you feel ten years younger.

"Y/N-ah!"

She wipes her hands on her apron and rushes over with open arms. You don't even have time to drop your bag before she pulls you into a tight hug.

"It's been too long, sweetheart." she says. "You disappeared on us!"

She pulls away to cup your face. " Still so beautiful. Minji told me you moved away but you should come back more often, hmm?"

"I promise I will. " you say.

Mr Jeon appears in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His eyes brighten the second he sees you.

"Is that my second daughter I see?" he teases.

You laugh and bow playfully. " Mr Jeon, it's so good to see you."

He chuckles and gives you a hug of his own. "It's good to have you home, Y/N. This house feels louder already."

Minji grins, watching the reunion. "See? I told you they missed you more than they missed me."

Her father waves her off. "We missed you both. But Y/N always helps your mother in the kitchen, so–"

Mrs Jeon gasps in mock offense. "So I only love her for her cooking skills?"

"Obviously." he jokes, ducking just in time as she playfully hits him with a wooden spoon. You giggle as the easy banter fills the kitchen.

For a moment, everything feels as it used to. The laughter, the warmth and the smell of dinner that always seemed to mean comfort.

"Come sit," Mrs Jeon insists, guiding you to the table. "Tells me everything. How's work? Are you eating properly? You look too thin –"

"Mom." Minji groans. "Don't interrogate her the second she walks in!"

But you shake your head, smiling. "It's fine, I missed this." You glance around the kitchen, feeling your heart swell. "I really missed all of you."

From the corner of your eye, you catch Jungkook hovering by the doorway. Mrs Jeon notices too and waves him over.

"Yah Jungkookie, don't just stand there like a stranger! Sit with us."

He slides into the seat across from you and the faintest smile tugs at his lips when your eyes meet.

After a short while, everyone helps to set the dining table, once the food is prepared. The table looks exactly like it always has. Crowded with side dishes, steaming bowls of rice and the rest of Mrs Jeon's culinary masterpieces.

Jungkook goes back to his seat, directly across from you again. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt while Minji pours the soju. Your try not to notice the veins in Jungkook's forearm or the faint glint of mental on his lip ring when he smiles politely at his father's jokes.

"So, Y/N-ah," Mrs Jeon starts, sitting beside her husband. "Minji told me you moved with your boyfriend. How's that going, hmm?"

You nearly choke on your rice but laugh it off. "Ah, yeah, it's-it's going well. We've been together for two years now."

Minji hums teasingly. "Her boyfriend's a businessman . Works long hours, though. Poor Y/N, barely gets to see him."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Don't make it around tragic." But even your playful tone is a little too tight and practiced.

Mrs Jeon tilts her head, watching you with the fond curiosity only mother's have. "Well, I hope he's treating you right. If he doesn't, you tell me, okay? I'll come straighten him out myself."

Everyone laughs, except Jungkook. He's silent across the table. His chopsticks still for a moment before he goes back to eating.

"And you Jungkook," Mrs Jeon turns her attention to him, smiling sweetly. "What about your girlfriend? The one from college? I saw your pictures with her. Such a pretty girl."

Everyone at the table quiets down and glances at Jungkook curiously. Jungkook's expression barely changes but there's something unreadable that flickers across his face before he looks down again.

"We broke up." he says simply.

Minji's fork pauses midair. "Wait, what? Since when?"

He shrugs without looking up. "A couple weeks ago."

Mrs Jeon's face falls. "Oh no, why? You two looked so happy."

"Things just... Didn't work out," he says, his eyes briefly flicker to you. It's so fast, you think you might've imagined it. "We wanted different things."

The silence between you is heavy for a while before Minji sighs dramatically, trying to lighten the air.

"Well, that's her loss. You're too good-looking for your own good anyway."

"Minji," Mr Jeon chuckles shaking his head. "Don't inflate his ego even more"

"I'm just saying! Look at him - he's turning into a whole heartthrob! Poor Y/N's probably shocked."

You freeze mid-laugh and your cheeks warm instantly. "Oh please," you say, waving it off. "He's still the same Jungkook to me."

But you don't miss the way Jungkook's eyes shoot up to you. "Not exactly the same, Noona... " he says softly.

Minji chuckles, not catching the undercurrent in this tone. "True, true. He's got it all now. Tattoos, muscles - can't believe this is the same kid who cried when I broke his video game."

Jungkook grins, finally looking away from you. "I was twelve."

His parents laugh and his mother pats his arm affectionately. There's something about the way he's carrying himself now. He has this quiet confidence that was never there before.

And when you catch him looking at you again, you realise that Minji's little brother isn't that small boy anymore

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After dinner, Mrs Jeon serves biscuits and coffee. Everyone lingers, still talking about everything and nothing. But every now and then, your eyes keep meeting Jungkook's. You blame it on coincidence but you know that you're kind of checking him out.

As strange as it feels to admit it, Jungkook has become really attractive. You've always found him cute but it's pretty much ended there since you're three years older than him and he is your best friend's younger brother...

The lights dim slightly as Mrs Jeon rushes out of the kitchen, beaming while holding a cake that's looks straight out of a patisserie. It's perfectly frosted and the candles flicker like tiny stars.

"Everybody ready?" she asks, her voice is bright with pride.

Minji squeals and claps her hands like a little girl. "Mom, it's perfect!"

You grin and stand up to grab your phone. "Hold on, let me record."

Everyone gathers around the birthday girl and you step back to get the perfect shot. That's when you feel the warmth of someone very close behind you. The faint scent of his clone fills the air and a low murmur rumbles near your ear.

"That cake looks so good." he says.

Your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. "Yeah it does, your mom's done a great job."

"Mmh." he hums.

You try to focus on the screen, on Mrs Jeon carefully setting the cake down or on Minji giggling with her hands clasped. But it's hard when you can literally feel his chest just inches from your back and his breath on your neck, everytime he laughs.

Everyone sings happy birthday to Minji. Her face glows in the candlelight and her eyes sparkle before she closes them to make her wish. You tilt your phone slightly, zooming in to capture her expression, the pure happiness that makes you love her all over again. She blows out the candles and cheers erupt. You lower your phone, grinning.

"Perfect." you say softly to yourself.

"You always had an eye for moments like this." Jungkook says.

You glance back and he's looking down at you, a half-smile tugs at lips. Something about the way he's looking at you makes your stomach flutter before you quickly look away.

"Here," Minji calls, snapping you out of it. "Come take a picture with me, Y/N!"

You hurry over and wrap an arm around your best friend as she holds up the cake, still giggling. "Happy birthday, idiot." You kiss her cheek.

"You're the best," she says, squeezing your waist. "... Wait - is that a Cartier bag?"

You grin, handing her the small, elegant box you'd been keeping in your bag. "Open it."

Everyone leans in as Minji gasps, pulling out the sleek, silver bracelet inside. "Y/N. This is- oh my god, this is so expensive!"

"You deserve it," you say simply. "You've been wanting that one for years."

Minji's eyes soften instantly. "I can't believe you remembered."

You smile. "Of course I did. You're my person."

Mrs. Jeon claps her hands, teary-eyed. "Look at my girls! You two have such a beautiful friendship."

Minji throws her arms around you again, almost knocking you off balance. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"Love you too, birthday girl."

And somewhere behind the laughter, over Minji's shoulder, your eyes flicker toward Jungkook for the hundredth time tonight.

He's watching you with a small, quiet smile on his lips as he takes a sip of his drink...

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The time reads 9pm on Minji's clock in her old bedroom. The air smells like vanilla body spray, hair products and perfume.

You're both standing infront of the vanity mirror touching up while Minji's Playlist plays in the background.

"I missed getting ready with you." Minji sighs, blending highlighter on her cheekbones.

You smile at your reflection. Your hair's done, lips glossed and your dress is fitting you perfectly.

"Same. Though I didn't miss your five outfit changes"

Minji laughs and tosses a heel at you. "Excuse me, I have to make sure your best friend looks like the main character tonight."

"You already do." you tease before zipping up her black silk dress.

She smirks, catching your gaze in the mirror. "Please. You're one to talk. Your boyfriend's gonna lose his mind when he sees your story later"

You roll your eyes and reach for the lip gloss. "He's working late tonight. Again."

There's a quiet for a beat. The kind that lingers between two old friends who can read each other. Minji opens her mouth to say something but stops and let's out a grin again.

"Well then, more of a reason to dance your ass off tonight."

You laugh, grateful that she let it go. "Fine but if I end up barefoot on the dance floor again, you're carrying me home."

"Deal."

The two of you continue getting ready whilst singing songs from her Playlist. I wanna be yours by Arctic monkeys starts playing.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner." Minji mumbles wiggling her eyebrows. "Despite the weird lyrics in this song, it's so sexy..."

You hum. "It feels like... Longing. Like someone desperately wanting someone they know they can't have."

Minji glances at you in the mirror for seconds too long. She doesn't say anything, she just smiles. A secret kind of knowing smile.

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Downstairs, Jungkook's sitting on the couch. He's dressed in all black jeans, an open button-down and a white tee underneath. It's simple clothing but for some reason, he looks super hot.

One hand rests lazily on his knee as he scrolls through his phone. He's supposed to look relaxed but his leg keeps bouncing.

He hears your laughter before he sees you and then you appear at he top of the staircase. For a second, he forgets how to breathe. Your heels click softly against the wooden steps and your dress shimmers under the low light.

His eyes travel from your legs to the small pendant resting just slightly above your cleavage. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you talk with Minji. Completely unaware of the effect you're having on him.

His mother pokes her head out from the kitchen. "You girls look beautiful! Jungkookie, be careful driving them, hmm?"

He stands quickly and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah of course mom."

Minji catches his expression. His lips are parted and his eyes haven't left you once. She almost laughs. So that's how bad it's gotten, she thinks to herself.

"Ready ladies?" Jungkook asks, his voice is lower than usual.

"You sound like a chauffeur." Minji teases before grabbing her purse. "Come on. Let's go before I cry about being twenty-seven."

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The city lights blur pass as Jungkook drives. One of his hands is on the wheel and the other rests near the gear shift. Another simple thing he makes look unnecessarily attractive. Minji is in the passenger seat, singing along to the music. You're in the back with the window down, the wind plays with your hair.

From the rearview mirror, Jungkook can see you and he subtly glances at you every chance he gets. He shouldn't be looking but he can't help it.

Minji glances sideways, catching him in the act. "You good, Kookie?"

He clears his throat. "Yeah. Just uh thinking. Maybe I need a drink. "

"You've been thinking since we left the house. And you better not get drunk, you're driving us back."

He chuckles and his eyes flicker back to you again, for a second. "I know."

"Don't worry, some of my other friends will be there too. Namjoon, Taehyung..." Minji informs.

"Good to know ." Jungkook says, not really sounding interested in them.

You smile faintly from the backseat. "You sure you don't mind coming with us, Jungkook?"

His eyes immediately meet yours again. "Wouldn't miss it." he says softly.

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The bass vibrates through the club when the three of you step in. Coloured lights flash as Minji leads the way through the crowd with her arm looped through yours.

You can already see your table in the VIP section, tucked slightly to the side where Minji's friends are gathered around bottles and half-empty glasses.

"There they are!" Minji cheers, waving at them.

Jungkook follows a few steps behind you. He's quiet with his hands in his pocket as he scans the room.

Namjoon is the first to stand. He's tall and broad with a cute smile that could make anyone feel relaxed.

"Minji! Finally! And you must be Y/N right?"

You nod and smile as he leans in for a polite hug. " That's me. You're Namjoon, yeah? I've heard a lot about you."

"All good things, I hope."

"Mostly" you tease, making him laugh.

Then Taehyung comes with his drink in his hand and his eyes lingering on you for too long.

"Wow." he says. "Minji, you never mentioned your friend was this gorgeous."

"Tae, don't start already." Minji groans.

But Taehyung is still grinning at you. "What? I'm just being honest."

You laugh and shake your head. "You're forward, aren't you?"

"Only if you let me be." His tone is playful but you can tell that he's half-serious.

You take your seat and Jungkook slips into the booth across you. He doesn't join in on the laughter, he just watches quietly and sips his drink. His gaze flicks from Taehyung to you and back again.

Soon Minji's voice breaks through the noise. "Shots!"

The waiter brings a tray and everyone cheers. You take one and clink glasses with everyone.

"To the birthday girl."

"To the birthday girl!" everyone echoes.

You take the shot and the alcohol burns down your throat. Taehyung leans again, much closer this time. His breath brushes your ear when he says something about Minji that makes her roll her eyes.

You laugh it off and before you can respond, Jungkook moves to sit next to you. His arm rests along the back of the booth, behind you. You turn your head to look at him and he's already looking at you.

Your heart trips over itself and you immediately look away. You have a boyfriend. You should not be feeling like this for someone else. Especially not your best friend's younger brother.

"You okay, Noona?" he speaks close to your ear so that you hear him over the loud music.

"Y-yeah. The music's just really loud."

He smiles at you. "You'll get used to it."

"Mm, guess I'm getting old."

"No," he says quietly. "You're perfect."

You don't know if you heard him right over the bass or if you're imagining it. Either way, your eyes look away from his because your heart's doing that thing again.

After a while your bladder feels a bit full so you make your way to the bathroom. You get inside and girls are fixing their lip gloss, laughing infront of the mirrors and snapping photos.

You slip into one of the stalls, the door clicks behind you. The bass from outside is still pounding through the walls but it's duller in here. You finish quickly, wash your hands then pause infront of the mirror.

Your reflection looks good, just a little flushed from the drinks. You tuck a strand of hair behind and hair and smooth your dress anyway then pull out your phone.

There's one message from your boyfriend Jake :

Working late again, Have fun with your friend.

It's from hours ago. You stare at the message, your thumb hovers the screen. No missed calls, no check ins, not even a heart emoji.

You lock your phone. Your throat starts to feel tight and your heart hurts. It's not the type of heartache that hits all at once. It's more like the kind that been quietly nestling under your ribs for weeks.

You already know he's lying. You've known since you saw those messages on his phone. The way he flirted with his co-worker, the "late nights" or the "team dinners". You'd scrolled through them until tears streamed down your cheeks.

You promised yourself that you'd walk away. But it's never that easy, is it? Not when you've been together for such a long time, not when you two share an apartment together, not when you know each other's families so well.

You take a slow breath, blink a few times and force yourself to smile. You can cry later, not tonight.

You're pushing the door open to step out the bathroom when you nearly jump. Jungkook's leaning against the opposite wall with his head low and phone in his hand. The glow from his screen lights his sharp jaw before he looks up.

"Oh," you breathe out. "You uh, you scared me."

He pockets his phone immediately. "Sorry, I just-" he pauses, searching for the right words. "I just wanted to make sure you got back okay."

You look up at him surprised. "I was gone for like three minutes."

"Still. This place is crowded. I've seen a few weird guys lurking around the hallway."

The protectiveness in his voice makes your chest tighten. You nod and force out a smile. "Thanks Jungkook. But I promise I'm fine."

He watches you for a few seconds. His eyes flicker down then back up. "You sure?"

You nod but it's a but slower this time. Jungkook doesn't look convinced.

"Come on Noona," he steps aside so you can walk in front of him. "Let's get you back"

You get back to the table and Minji's already standing on the couch, dancing with a shot glass in one hand and the other arm around one of her friends.

"Y/N, there you are!" she shouts, she's already tipsy. "We thought you ditched us for the bartender or something!"

You laugh and shake your head at her but Jungkook notices the way it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Come on," She hands you a glass of something strong. "It's my birthday, let's get wasted!"

You don't argue, you take a glass, clink it with hers and down it in one go. Then another and another...

After a while, you've lost count of how much you drank. You scroll through your phone between refills, hoping for a message that doesn't come.

Jungkook sees all of it. The way your smile sometimes fades between laughs or how you dissociate from some conversations. He leans back in seat with a tight jaw. Even though some of the other guys are talking to him, his focus is solely on you. It always is.

"Noona," he says after a while, low enough so only you hear him.

You glance up at him with droopy eyes. "Hmm?"

He nods at the glass halfway to your lips. "You should slow down."

"Relax Jungkookie. I'm celebrating my best friend's birthday."

"Yeah," he says quietly. "But you're drinking like you're trying to forget something."

That makes you still. His gaze doesn't waver as he studies you. You shake your head and set your glass down.

"You worry too much." You gulp down the rest of your drink defiantly.

Jungkook's tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you.

"Noona." He warns, leaning closer to you.

You ignore him and go around the table to reach for another drink. Jungkook follows you around the table and before you reach for the drink, he grabs your wrist and pulls towards him with a firm force.

You gasp and almost trip on your own feet since you're already quite intoxicated but he steadies you with a strong hand on your hip. He tugs you closer to him, so close that your chest is flush with his.

"Jungkook-" you start with a small tremble in your voice. He's so close to you that you smell the whiskey in his breath.

"Why are you so stubborn, hmm?"

His comes out smooth and just a little rough, it makes your knees even weaker. You're staring at each other and you can't help the way your eyes fall to his lips. He looks so kissable.

You glance back up at his eyes and notice that he's looking at your lips as well. You don't why you feel the urge to tilt your head upwards, but you do. He glances at your eyes quickly before looking back down at your lips and tilts his head toward you. You think he's going to kiss you when -

"Y/N!" Minji voice calls out.

You flinch, Jungkook lets go of your wrist and takes a step back as his sister drunkenly walks towards you.

"What are you two talking about? Doesn't matter. Mind if I steal her Kookie?"

None of you notice the way Jungkook looks at Minji. He looks pissed. But he steps back anyways and let's her drag you to the dance floor.

He watches as his sister loops her arm around yours and walks with you. He respects you more than anything but he can't help the way his eyes drop down to your the curve of your ass. He bites his lip, admiring your figure in that tight, little dress.

If you were his girl, he'd never let you leave the house looking that if he wasn't with you. He's heard about your prick of a boyfriend. And Jungkook hates him. Yes, he's been jealous of that guy but that's not the only reason why Jungkook hates his guts.

Minji's always known about Jungkook's love for you, so naturally you had become a common conversation topic for them. Nothing serious though, Minji had just told him about the important parts since you and Jungkook barely spoke. And she's mentioned your boyfriend and how you usually complain about him.

That messed with Jungkook's head because you weren't supposed to be with that guy. Not with some jerk who couldn't even treat you properly. Sure, he didn't know the details, but he didn't need to. You deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, someone who will worship you and someone who will kiss the ground you walk on. And Jungkook knows that someone is him.

It's insane but he's been obsessed with you since he was about thirteen years old. He remembers the first time he saw you, it was life changing for him. That was the day, you had become the love of his life.

It was a weekend and Minji had invited her friends over for a sleepover. He didn't really care, he'd planned on just staying in his room until all of you left. He obviously hadn't expected you to just walk into his messy room, but when you did, Jungkook swore he saw everything in slow motion. You were undoubtedly the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, he was practically in a daze watching you.

"Hi," you said with the most friendly smile. "You must be Minji's little brother. I'm Y/N."

He just stared up at you since you were a little taller than him at that time. He must have looked like a complete idiot, with his mouth agape and hearts in his eyes.

"Um... What's your name?" you had asked when he said nothing.

"J-jungkook... I'm Jungkook." He embarrassingly stammered, still keeping his eyes locked on you.

Are you even real? He thought. How could someone look so perfect? He had suddenly become aware of how messy his room was, his dirty socks bundled up in the corner and dirty dishes decorating his desk. If only he had known that an angel would walk into his room, maybe he would've atleast showered.

"Nice to meet you Jungkook. Uh I got a bit lost. I'm looking for the bathroom ...Do you mind telling me where it is?"

He had nervously directed you to the bathroom on the same floor, although he almost tripped. You laughed, thanked him and told him that he was cute.

After that day, he started to see you more often. You were Minji's best friend and you two were always together. He couldn't be more thankful for that since you were always around.

Everytime you'd come over, he'd make sure he's showered and smells great, just incase you decided to smell him for some reason. He'd stick around you and Minji so you'd notice him. At times he asked you to watch movies with him and to his surprise you always agreed.

When he joined his school's football team, you always took him to his games and supported him when Minji couldn't. You weren't just beautiful, you were sweet and kind. That's what had made him fall even more in love with you.

He had almost confessed his undying love for you so many times but he was always nervous and he knew that you saw him as nothing more than your best friend's little brother, and he hated that.

If only you knew how much he wanted to be yours, even at that young age...

And now he's watching you and Minji on the dance floor, under the colourful lights. Your hips sway against Minji's as the two of you dance, letting the music take over. You're probably not even trying to look sexy, but you do. You always do.

After four years of not seeing you, he still can't believe you've managed to look even more beautiful.

He was stupid to think that he could go to college somewhere else, with a different environment and it would help him get over you. It didn't, even when he'd dated other women, he still yearned for you. The one person he could never have.

Your hair falls over your shoulders as you carrying on swaying to the music. His breath hitches but he doesn't break eye contact when your eyes find his. You hold each other's gaze and he sees something flicker in your eyes. You look away and carry on dancing provocatively against Minji. Are you doing that on purpose? He takes a big sip of his vodka and puts the glass on the table with an unnecessary force.

"Fuck it." he whispers to himself.

He gets up and makes his way to you and Minji. You don't see him at first, you're to lost in the rhythm of the music. He whispers something in Minji's ear, she seems surprised, she taps your shoulder and tells you that she's leaving. You're startled when you see Jungkook towering over you.

"Noona..." He lets out his hand for you to take.

You're confused but you place your hand in his. Your breath hitches when he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Wanna dance with me?" he asks.

He licks his bottom lip and your eyes follow the movement of his tongue. Maybe it's because you're under the under the influence or because you're ovulating and haven't had good sex in a month. But right now, you can't deny the fact that Jungkook looks hot.

You'll never be intimate with him though, that's crossing too many boundaries. He's still your best friend's younger brother, even if you haven't seen him in four years, he's still off limits.

You're not oblivious to the fact that he's liked you, it was extremely obvious. But that was years ago. He's moved on since, you know that since you've seen his social media and posts with the women he'd dated.

Although you're confused with his behavior tonight. The way he's been shadowing over you and watching you makes you think to yourself. Maybe what's going through your head is going through his... Maybe you just find each other attractive now...

He pulls you closer to him and you gasp. Your hands find his shoulders to steady yourself. One of his hands goes down to hold you waist.

"You look beautiful Noona." he leans down to whisper in your ear and he sways with you to the music.

Your pulse spikes when his hands go down to guide your hips in sync with his. Even though the crowd is close by, all you can now seem to focus on is Jungkook. His warmth, his scent and the way his eyes are burning into yours.

"Jungkook..." You start without even knowing what to say. Because what do you even say to him? You know you should stop this but you don't want to. Maybe you're just curious to see what happens next.

You let out a shocked gasp when he spins you so that your back is flush agaisnt his chest. His hands stay low on your hips, grazing your sides as he keeps moving with you.

"You're good at this Noona." His breathe tickles you neck, you instinctively press your back into him, your body matching with his rhythm.

You tell yourself that it's the music, the alcohol in your system and maybe even the thoughts of your cheating boyfriend. But when Jungkook's hands tighten just slightly to pull you closer, you know that you're just making up excuses. In all honesty, you want him.

You tilt your head to look at him and he's already watching you, as he has been the entire night. The flashing lights make his eyes look darker and there's no mistaking the heat in them.

Your heart hammers, you're the older one here, you should push him away and put an end to this madness. But instead you feel the world shrink down to just the two of you swaying in perfect sync.

The song changes to a slower one, now's the time you should step back but of course, you don't. Instead you do the most ridiculous thing, you drop lower and roll your hips against him.

You don't know notice but Jungkook's lungs literally empty in one sharp breath. You're basically twerking agaisnt his dick. You – Y/N –The girl he's spent a decade craving. Heat shoots through him so fast, it makes his head spin.

He grips your hips tighter, not even realizing how hard until his fingers are digging into the fabric of your dress. His jaw clenches, he's trying to focus on the music or on anything other than the way you're grinding against him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

He thinks that you probably don't mean it the way he's thinking. You're just having fun. He tells himself to play it cool and not to let you notice. But his body betrays him, his heartbeat spikes and blood rushes south.... He's getting hard, right here while he's literally flushed against you.

Panic surges through him. He doesn't want you to think ill of him. He respects and loves you so much, he doesn't want you to think he's getting hormonal this easily. But he can't help himself, he wants you. He wants you so much.

You're still flush against him but you straighten up a little so your back is pressed against his chest. You tilt your head back so it's leaning against his shoulder. One of your hands goes behind his neck to tangle in his soft locks of hair and pull his face closer to your now exposed neck.

"Jungkookie." You giggle but it's whiny.

He feels his dick twitch in his pants, hearing you like that. To make matters worse for him, you smell like vanilla and everything he desires.

"Yes Noona?" he asks, his voice lowers deliberately and he sees the way you bite your lip.

You don't say anything, you just carry on torturing him with the sway of your hips against him. He doesn't know what comes over him – Maybe it's the few drops of alcohol in his system or the obsessive chokehold you have on him, but he leans down closer to your neck and leaves a wet kiss there.

He waits for your reaction and you just let out a pleasant sigh and tug on his hair as if urging him to do it again. And he does, he groans against your neck and kisses and licks on your skin.

His tattooed hand goes down to your thigh to give it a squeeze under your dress and you involuntarily let out the sweetest moan. Your hand finds his on your thigh, your fingers wrap around his wrist – Not to stop his movements, but top hold him and press his hand harder against your skin.

Your body keeps rubbing slowly against him and you can feel him rock hard against you. His tilts his head back and bites harshly on his bottom lip, it's all he can do to keep himself from losing it right there. He can't believe he got into this position with you.

"Y/N.." His teeth graze your skin then they sink in, just enough to leave marks on you. You tilt your head to give him more access.

When you grind against him again, he instinctively pushes forward. Your skin is so soft against his lips and the small whimper you make, makes him feel hotter.

You stop and pause for a moment. His heart stutters and panic flickers in his chest. Is this it? Are you going to pull away? Are you going to pull away before he's ready to let go? But then you turn in his arms until you're facing him. The sight of you nearly undoes him.

His gaze drops to your mouth then flicks back up to your eyes. He thinks you might reprimand him and stop this, but you don't. You slide your arms around his neck and tug him closer. You start moving to the music again, your body is pressed even closer to him.

Your eyes are locked onto his, the air between you is electric. He can't look away from you, he doesn't want to. Because the way you're looking at him is as if you want him as badly as he needs you. It makes his knees weak.

"Noona..." He's shocked at how his voice comes out as a whimper.

His hands slide lower, fingers playing over your hips, brushing the tops of your thighs where you dress rides up just enough to tease him.

He's holding back though, he wants you to set the pace of whatever this is. You tilt your head and a knowing smile forms on your face.

"Whats wrong Jungkook? " you whisper, your voice a sultry tease. "Too much for you?"

Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling just enough to make his scalp prickle. He groans softly and his eyes flutter shut for a second. He fights the urge to give in, to pin you to the nearest wall and kiss you until neither of you can breathe.

"Too much?" he growls, but he knows you're right...You are too much for him.

There's something bold in your eyes that makes his cock throb painfully in his pants. His breath catches and before he can stop himself, he leans in. His lips brush against yours, he's not kissing you yet but he's so close that he can taste your sweet and warm breathing that's mingling with his.

You close the distance, kissing him slow and deep. Your lips are soft against his but very demanding. The kiss is hungry and he groans into it. One of his hands tangle in your hair and the other steadies on your back to pull you harder onto him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting just enough to make him hiss. He pulls back to catch his breath, his forehead is pressed against yours.

"Noona." His voice is rough and desperate. "Tell me what you want, because I'm about two seconds away from losing my fucking mind."

His hands are literally shaking, despite the firm grip he has on you. You have a challenging look on your face and he swears he can feel himself leaking through his boxers.

Your lips part and for a moment, you don't say anything. You carress his nape and lean in, your lips brush his ear in a whisper that sends a shiver down his spine.

"I want you to stop holding back." you say and that's all the permission he needs...

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A/N - I know this part is a bit boring, lol. I just wanted to emphasise how close Y/N is with the Jeons and briefly describe Jungkook's love for her. However, the next parts are going to be super spicyyy <3

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When Your Clingy Mafia Husband Couldn't Sleep Because You Left to Your Parents' House — Now He’s at Your Door | Jungkook ff

⚠️This story is fictional and created only for entertainment. It does not romanticize obsessive behavior.

The clock ticks loud enough to rattle the quiet house, but you barely hear it over the sound of distant rain tapping on the roof. You’ve been back at your parents’ home for only a few hours, yet the silence feels heavier than usual—like someone’s missing.

And you know exactly who.

You lie awake in your old bedroom, staring at the ceiling, arms tucked under your pillow. The moment you left Jungkook alone at the mansion earlier, he had been unusually quiet. No protests. No negotiation. No dramatic clinginess. Just… stillness.

Honestly, the silence was what frightened you most.

Because Jeon Jungkook is never silent.

He’s loud, dramatic, emotional, clingy, and the most dangerous mafia boss on the eastern side of the city—yet he turns into a soft, helpless mess the second you look like you’re about to walk away.

And you had walked away.

Not because you were angry—just because you needed a weekend with your parents. You told him that. You swore to him you’d be gone only two nights.

But Jungkook still clung to the doorway like a puppy who’d just been abandoned at the gate.

“Two nights is like… forever, baby. Can’t you take me with you?”

You laughed. You kissed him. You left.

And now somehow you’re the one staring at the ceiling at 1:00 AM with a strange ache in your chest.

Your phone buzzes lightly on the pillow beside you.

Jungkook <3:

Are you sleeping?

Before you can type a reply, the screen lights up again.

Jungkook <3:

It’s dark here without you.

Another pause.

Jungkook <3:

I’m trying to sleep but my pillow doesn’t smell like you and my heart is being dramatic.

You bite back a laugh.

That is exactly something he would say.

You’re typing a teasing reply when a sudden sound makes you sit up straight.

A car engine.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Stopping right in front of the house.

You stiffen. Your parents are asleep upstairs. Nobody should be visiting at this hour.

A door shuts.

Then footsteps. Heavy ones. Familiar ones.

Your heart drops.

“No way.”

You climb off the bed, tiptoe to the window, and gently lift the curtain.

A black SUV sits at the curb, engine still warm, parked crooked in a way that screams impatience and urgency.

And standing on the porch, rain dripping off his dark hair, wearing a black hoodie thrown over what is definitely a bulletproof vest—because of course he didn’t come here calmly—is your husband.

Jeon. Freaking. Jungkook.

You gasp.

He’s staring right at your window.

Like he knew you’d check.

His lower lip trembles.

He lifts his hand in a tiny wave.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jungkook <3:

Baby… open the door… please…

You facepalm, but your chest warms helplessly.

You rush down the stairs, trying not to wake your parents, and quietly unlock the front door.

The moment it opens, Jungkook practically collapses inside—wet, cold, and looking like an overgrown child who lost his favorite blanket.

He wipes his eyes.

No—he’s actually crying.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, panicked. “You drove here in the rain at night? Alone? Are you crazy?”

He sniffles hard and holds up his finger.

“One,” he says dramatically, voice cracking. “I didn’t drive alone—Yoongi drove, because I can’t drive when I’m sad.”

You blink. “…Okay?”

He holds up a second finger.

“Two… I am crazy. Exactly. For you.”

You sigh. He steps inside fully, shutting the door behind him with a pitiful whimper.

Then he wraps both arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck like you’ve been gone for years instead of a few hours.

“Don’t leave me,” he mumbles, voice thick. “Don’t sleep somewhere else. Don’t make me sleep in that big empty bed alone. Baby, do you know how cold that bed is without you? I swear the temperature drops twenty degrees.”

You rub his back gently. “Jungkook… I just came to visit my parents. I told you—”

“You said two nights!” he cries harder, muffled in your neck. “That’s forty-eight hours! That’s 2,880 minutes of pure suffering!”

You burst into laughter. “You counted?”

“Yes!” he pulls back, eyes glossy. “Every minute is torture.”

You cup his cheeks. His lashes are wet. His nose is pink. He looks like a mafia boss who lost a fight with a box of tissues.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper.

“And you love me,” he fires back instantly.

You can’t argue.

You thumb away a tear on his cheek. “You seriously couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head vigorously. “No. I kept hugging your pillow but it didn’t hug back. And I tried listening to the recording of your voice but it made me miss you more. And then—then I thought—what if—”

He stops.

His eyes drop.

“What if you liked being away from me?” he whispers shakily.

That hits you deep.

“koo,” you breathe, tugging him closer. “Baby. No. Never.”

His grip tightens like he’s afraid you’ll vanish between one blink and the next.

“Then come home,” he murmurs. “Please. Right now. I’ll carry you out if you say no.”

You soften. His hair is dripping onto your shirt. His hoodie is soaked. He’s trembling slightly—not from cold but from panic and clingy desperation.

“Just stay here tonight,” you whisper. “We’ll go home together in the morning.”

He stares at you with huge doe eyes.

“Together?” he repeats.

You nod.

He sniffs. “You promise?”

You smile. “I promise.”

And suddenly he brightens—like a switch flipped.

He presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re warm,” he whispers. “I missed this.”

Then he kisses you. Slow. Emotional. A little desperate.

In the middle of the kiss, he mumbles, “I swear when I woke up alone I almost declared war on something.”

You laugh into his lips.

He kisses you again.

Then again.

Until he pulls back, cheeks flushed. “Where do I sleep?”

You raise a brow. “Where do you think?”

He gasps. “With you?!”

You flick his forehead. “Stop pretending to be shocked.”

He giggles—actual giggles—and clings to your hand like a toddler.

As you lead him upstairs, he suddenly whispers, “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“If your dad sees me… I just want you to know I’m willing to sprint out the window.”

You choke on your own breath. “Jungkook!”

“What?! He scares me! He once asked me what I ‘do for work,’ and I almost told him the truth. I can’t handle that kind of danger.”

You throw him a look. “You are danger.”

He hides behind you. “Not in front of your dad I’m not.”

You shake your head and pull him into your room, quietly closing the door.

He immediately dives onto your bed and spreads out like he owns the place, patting the spot beside him.

“Come here,” he whispers. “I need to hold you until I fall asleep. And maybe after. And forever.”

You crawl in beside him.

He wraps around you like a human koala, burying his face in your chest.

“Finally,” he sighs dramatically. “My wife. My pillow. My happiness. My oxygen.”

You tease, “You’re so clingy.”

“Yes,” he hums proudly. “And you married me anyway.”

His breathing slows.

His grip stays firm.

But right when you think he’s asleep, he whispers,

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

“Next time you leave the house for more than a hour… I’m coming with you.”

You laugh softly. “Geez! Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, love of my life,” he mumbles.

“Goodnight, owner of my last three brain cells.”

“Goodnight, woman who almost made me cry myself into dehydration.”

“Jungkook—sleep.”

He finally does.

Breathing softly against your collarbone, arms locked around you like he’ll never let go again.

[alphabetboyluvr]

habits of a clandestine nature | jjk

pairing: collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)

warnings: college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao

wordcount: 16k

note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.

Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.

You already know who it is—or at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.

Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.

From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.

All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.

Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.

It's not that you actively want to see him.

You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.

He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three months—but school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.

God-forbid Jeon Jungkook—son of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the university—ever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.

The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.

In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.

Has told you a lot.

Told you far too much.

Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.

Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.

And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.

You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.

But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape: I know you.

You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.

It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.

But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.

Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?

Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.

The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.

The things he did—and the things he didn't do—corrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.

The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.

For a minute, you feel vindicated.

It doesn't last.

For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.

The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secrets—no matter how pure they actually are—become the talk of the town.

He always slept well in your bedroom, though.

Funny, that.

He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.

Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.

The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.

"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.

Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live there—you, Maria, and Taehyung—and you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.

"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.

They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.

There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.

It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.

"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"

"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"

"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."

On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.

Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.

Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.

After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.

Namjoon—one of the Botanists and the birthday boy himself—has started padlocking the greenhouses.

Another one of them—Yoongi—minored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.

Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.

"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"

"Obviously."

"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."

"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.

And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.

While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.

But summer was lonely.

Or at least it was.

Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.

Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"

The conversation dissolves into plans—what to wear, what drink to take.

After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.

When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.

"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.

Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.

Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.

But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.

He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, too—but then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.

A routine grew. Habits formed.

Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.

Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.

The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.

He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.

And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.

Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.

But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.

Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."

"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him naked—not like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.

You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.

The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.

But he was, and it was lovely.

The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your head—or at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.

"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."

It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.

Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.

Spent weeks—months—laying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.

But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.

Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.

You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.

It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.

"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.

"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.

"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"

On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.

"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.

"Sure."

There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.

"You think I can't be trusted?"

"I think it's foolish to trust any man."

His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.

"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"

"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.

"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"

With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."

"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.

"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"

"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.

"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.

Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."

Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.

A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.

And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?

His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.

Have you not served him enough?

You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.

"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the bills—but like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.

He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.

"Excuse me, sir."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.

"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.

More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.

Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.

Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.

You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.

Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.

"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."

Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.

Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.

You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.

You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.

As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.

But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.

Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.

But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.

You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.

Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.

It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.

In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.

"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"

The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.

It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud. 

In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.

But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.

You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.

Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.

Where you at? It could read. I'm here.

Or maybe, I miss you.

I can't sleep without you.

This is so stupid. Can I come over?

It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.

Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.

You: you not coming in tonight?

You: you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x

You: ... at least let me know if ur alive?

Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.

Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.

Jackass Wang: party tonight

You: so????

One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.

Jackass Wang: so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery

"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.

It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.

Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.

You: i like it better when i don't see you x

Jackass Wang: you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.

You: they'd rather die :) x

Jackass Wang: y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: you just can't take no for an answer

Jackass Wang: yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.

You: so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????

The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.

Jackass Wang: conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.

You: charming x

Jackass Wang: it's why the ladies love me.

You: all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.

Jackass Wang: can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.

The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.

Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.

Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.

Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.

"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.

Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.

"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"

Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"

His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.

Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."

He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.

"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"

"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."

"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."

"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."

Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.

"Don't give me that bull."

"It's not bull!"

"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"

His expression is flat. You are paper thin.

He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.

He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.

"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"

"No!"

Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.

Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"

"I'm not!"

"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"

Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.

"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.

"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."

"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.

He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.

"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"

With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.

"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."

You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.

As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself: take a sip every time you want to cry.

By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.

There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.

Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.

Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.

Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.

It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.

But he did, and you damn well know it.

Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.

"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."

But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."

You're silent when he says this.

Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.

But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeks—months—playing in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.

Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are back—but when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.

"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."

Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.

Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.

Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.

He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.

"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."

"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's been—"

"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."

He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.

They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.

Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.

"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."

"Who?" Jimin chirps.

Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."

"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"

"I said leave it."

"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.

"No one."

"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her ass—"

"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."

"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."

Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.

"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.

They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?

"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.

It's not that he's ashamed. 

It's that you're separate.

When he's with you, all of this—the bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apart—dissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.

If you were to ever become a part of his life—his real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summer—then it'd all change.

He doesn't want that.

He wants you to be a safe haven.

A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.

But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.

He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.

"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"

With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."

"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"

"You really have to ask?"

For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.

They always have done.

When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.

Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.

How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.

Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.

When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.

So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.

"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"

"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."

Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.

The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.

It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.

The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.

The irony isn't lost on you.

"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"

"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.

If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of him—and given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.

All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.

One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.

When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.

You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.

Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.

Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.

"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardens—the same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."

"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."

"It's not my new home—"

"MONTGOMERY!"

The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.

"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."

Nothing happened between you.

It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.

"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.

"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."

Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.

Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cœur is, disappointingly, something you expected.

It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.

"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.

Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."

As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.

How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.

"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."

Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.

A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.

"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."

It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.

They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.

And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.

Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.

The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.

Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail. 

Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.

In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.

Summer becomes you, he thinks—adores—from afar.

The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.

Had it been spring—the brain of the year—when he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.

Had it been winter—the cunt of the year, for lack of a better term—he would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.

But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.

"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.

The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.

Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.

"Cut the bullshit," he says.

"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"

"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"

Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundry—especially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.

"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."

Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.

Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.

You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.

"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"

It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.

"Mistaken identity."

"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"

You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.

He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.

"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.

"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."

"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.

With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.

"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."

Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almost—but you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.

"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."

Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.

He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.

It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.

Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.

This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.

You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.

Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.

As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.

Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.

But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.

"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"

Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."

"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."

And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.

If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.

He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.

But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.

It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.

Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.

"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.

"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."

The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.

"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"

"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."

Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.

"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the time—"

"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? I—" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "We— Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"

It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.

But every cloud has a silver lining.

"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."

He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.

"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."

The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal: let me in.

A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.

And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.

Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.

The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.

"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"

You're gonna kill Taehyung. 

In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.

"Safe," you grimace.

Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"

"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.

"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.

"My sentiments exactly."

Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge

"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."

"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."

Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.

"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.

"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."

Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.

"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.

The bathroom is small—just a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.

You wish you didn't.

"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.

"Excuse me?" 

"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"

"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."

"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"

Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.

And so he doesn't try.

"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"

You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.

Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.

You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.

"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.

"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"

It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.

"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."

"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.

"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."

"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"

"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"

He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."

Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.

"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"

He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.

"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friends—"

"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.

"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."

"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.

The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.

"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."

"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"

He's silent, now. Cowardly.

"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."

"You know that's not—"

"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.

Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.

Feels like it, too. 

"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.

"Tell you wha—"

"That you were a virgin."

Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!

Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.

"Hardly relevant, is it?"

"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have known—"

"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"

"I didn't ghost you."

"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."

"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"

"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"

"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."

"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."

"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"

The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gag—but if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.

"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."

You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.

To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.

With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.

Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him away—but you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.

With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.

Looks down at you.

Is so close you can smell his aftershave.

A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.

"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."

Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.

The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.

"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.

"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."

He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."

The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.

Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.

Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.

"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"

The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?

All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.

"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess and—"

The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.

Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.

And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.

It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.

Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.

An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.

When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.

While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.

He knows they hate him—isn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.

He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.

As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.

And so it's up to him to put you back together again.

"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't have—"

His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to.  Also knows that he does need to.

"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."

"But I—"

"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up." 

He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.

"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"

His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.

An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).

"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.

The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thought—"

"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? To—"

"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong calls—but I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."

Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.

Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.

It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.

"I want you," he husks against your lips. 

"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.

"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."

"And what was that?" You encourage.

There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer. 

Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."

And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?

Frantic in the way your hands are on his body—his arms, his waist, around his throat—there's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.

The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.

"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.

"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"

"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."

He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.

"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.

"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.

As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.

"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"

You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."

He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.

"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.

"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.

"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.

There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.

"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."

Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."

"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him again—but it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.

And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.

His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.

"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"

"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.

"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."

With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.

Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.

His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfaction—which he does often—the suction only grows stronger.

Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."

The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.

He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.

When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouth—and when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.

Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.

But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.

"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."

If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.

Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.

Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.

You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.

But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.

As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"

Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.

"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."

The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.

"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.

"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.

"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."

It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.

His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.

"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.

"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.

"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."

"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"

"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.

He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.

"S'all there is. They alright?"

"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the front—only to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"

"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."

His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.

"I don't care. I don't want them—"

You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.

"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"

When he's got you like this—legs spread, body his to claim, your soul to take—it's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.

"I promise," you swear.

As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.

"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me raw—"

"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's you—yet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forget—"

"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.

"—but you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."

With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into you—and he's the one who whines, now.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.

"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.

"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."

"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.

You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.

"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.

Your argumentative streak wants to fight.

You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."

His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.

In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.

Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.

Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."

Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.

He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.

"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.

The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.

You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.

"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."

"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"

His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."

And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.

But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.

Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."

"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.

"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."

"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.

"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole. 

His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes. 

Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"

There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."

But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupider."

"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before. 

His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"

"Think you were gonna make me cum."

"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."

His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.

The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.

As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.

The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.

"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.

"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."

You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.

"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.

"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"

It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.

"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.

"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."

The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with. 

His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.

But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"

That's the thing.

He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.

Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.

"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."

Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.

And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.

"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"

You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.

"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."

It's been half an hour.

He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.

The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck. 

Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.

Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.

"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches you—the hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of him—and finds it impossible to be mad.

"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."

"We?" You question, incredibly confused.

"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.

Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.

As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.

Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.

"Sorry, what the fuck?!"

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FERAL THINGS DON'T BELONG INSIDE II PART 16 [IN PROGRESS] Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook

Parts: P1 | P2 I P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 | P10 | P11 | P12 | P13 | P14 | P15 | P16 | P17 | P18 | P19 |

DESCRIPTION:

You never planned on taking in a hybrid. Especially not one like him.

You offer him food. A place to stay. Rules.

He offers you obedience. Tension. Trouble.

Because hybrids like him don't know how to exist without earning their place and you're about to learn that kindness, to someone like Jungkook, can feel just as dangerous as cruelty.

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: : pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook x reader

: : genre: Hybrid AU, Angst-driven Romance

: : warnings: alcohol use, drug use, mutual pining, violence mentions of abuse, cursing, fluff, angst, smut, jealousy, emotional trauma, hurt/comfort, dehumanisation themes

: : word count: chapter: 5.3k | Total: 135,2k [for now]

ao3 link: Link

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A/N: if you're here for emotional damage, slow-burn tension and a little bit of chaos-then yeah. let's go... this fic is messy in all the ways: hurt, comfort, trust issues, anc a hybrid who doesn't really know how to be safe even when he finally is.

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PART 16

Aspirations are a funny thing, mostly because of how wildly they vary from person to person. Some people dream of climbing Mount Everest, others chase the relentless high of becoming self-made millionaires by the age of 30, some yearn for a sprawling family in a cute house with a little garden that no one ever has the time to take care of, and a rare few just want to perfect the art of the crispiest of crispiest sourdough bread.

​But nobody's aspiration is getting escorted in handcuffs by police to jail.

​Nobody dreams of being led through a metal detector with their wrists bound, their head ducked, and their dignity crumbling. Nobody's childhood vision board includes an ugly mugshot, a mandatory fingerprint scan, and then being thrown into a nasty cell.

​It certainly wasn't yours, yet here you are.

Life locked behind bars is exactly as glamorous as the movies make it out to be; which is to say, not at all. The lighting in here is absolute trash. The flickering, dying bulb in your apartment's broken bathroom provides more actual illumination than this depressing tube.

​There isn't a single window. Not one. The walls are just solid cinderblock, painted a miserable shade of beige that seems specifically designed to drain the last drop of hope from the human soul. To make matters worse, the air smells like a very specific kind of depression: Think of a damp basement packed with sacks of muddy, molding potatoes, a rotting corpse hidden in the corner, and the stale burp of a hungover old uncle. Yup. That is exactly how it smells.

And to really seal the cinematic perfection of the moment, your current view features Danny in the cell directly opposite yours. 

Danny. Of all the people in this city, of all the junkies and drunks and petty criminals who could have ended up in the cell across from yours, it has to be Danny. He is gripping the iron bars, beaming across the corridor at you and flashing a partly toothless grin like he's in a drastically less miserable position than you are.

​All of this was definitely not your ultimate life goal. But given that your life has always been a spectacular, pathetic little circus, you can’t even say you’re surprised.

Disappointed? Highly. Shocked? Not in the slightest.

"Psst, Miss Bartender..."

​"What?" you mumble, your voice straining slightly as you shift your weight. Your ass is already aching terribly from the hard, unforgiving wooden plank they call a bed.

​Danny's grin only widens. Looking him up and down, you notice he isn't just missing a front tooth. He’s also missing an entire shoe. He pushes his dirty hands out between the rusty bars, stretching his arms straight into the corridor, while his forehead presses right back into the metal. The skin there already sports a grid of deep red lines from his earlier sightseeing, but he doesn't seem to care.

​"So–What brings you here into our lovely little corner?" he asks, his voice carrying across the corridor with the casual ease of a man chatting at a local bar rather than someone incarcerated in a government facility. 

You lean the back of your head against the concrete wall, letting the deep chill of the block seep through your hair. Closing your eyes, you let out a long, heavy sigh. 

How did you end up here?

Honestly, you should have predicted this. Your entire day had been a cascading domino effect of absolute back luck, and you really should have known things wouldn't just stop with a bird shitting directly onto your head at nine o'clock in the morning, the exact moment you just stepped out of your apartment building.

You were already running severely late for your shift. That was entirely thanks to Jungkook, who had sneakily turned off your alarm in the desperate hope that you'd skip work and stay home with him all day. You had scolded him thoroughly for being so thoughtless, but the stubborn hybrid simply couldn't reconcile the fact that after a brutal week of you being sick and running a fever, you were actually about to go back to work instead of sitting by his side forever.

​When you finally reached the bar, you were definitely surprised not to see Danny and his usual crew lurking outside waiting for you. There was no Danny, no Trevor, and no nameless third man who had never once offered his name in the two years of daily attendance. Still, you didn’t think too much of it, assuming they’d just given up and wandered off after you failed to show up on time.

​The shift itself was bad. It wasn't catastrophic, just the kind of miserable bad that comes from being sick for a week and trying to pretend your body has fully recovered when it very clearly hasn't. Your hands weren't steady, your coordination was completely off, and your brain felt like it was running through thick mud. By the time you clocked out, you had broken two glasses and managed to spill an entire Sex on the Beach right into a client's lap.

​And the misery didn't stop when your shift ended.

You desperately needed to buy groceries, but of course, the nearest supermarket was completely closed down due to the chaotic hybrid riot that had torn through the neighborhood last week. That forced you to trek to a much farther store; one that was notoriously overcrowded, cursed with endless checkout queues, and completely devoid of any decent sales or promotions.

You had to be really strict with your budget, searching for the absolute cheapest items on the shelves. After looking at your latest stack of bills, you felt like digging your own grave right then and there. The astronomical surge in the water bill alone was enough to induce a panic attack. Keeping a hybrid clean and fed was officially draining your bank account to zero.

​You were standing frozen in the middle of a frantic aisle, reading the ingredient list on the back of a carton box that boldly claimed to be "100% Apple Juice" on the front, only to discover the fine print listed apples as barely making up 50% of the actual liquid,when your phone suddenly vibrated violently in your pocket.

You fished it out with one hand, the juice carton still clutched in the other, and the screen lit up with Jungkook's name. ​You pressed the phone to your ear, stepping to the side of the aisle.

"Kook. I'm at the store —"

"You have to come home."​ His voice cut you off. It was tight, but hushed. 

​Your grip tightened on the phone. "What? Why?"

​A pause stretched over the line. You could hear his breathing; fast, shallow, the unmistakable sound of someone who was frantically pacing the floorboards. 

​"Someone is at the door."

​"What do you mean someone's at the door? Who?"

​The juice carton slipped from your fingers. You caught it against your hip, pressing it back onto the shelf, already moving toward the exit.

​"I don't—" A sound interrupted him. A distant thud that rattled right through the phone speaker. Heavy, echoing, and entirely impatient.

"They keep knocking. I didn't open it. You told me not to open the door."

​"Good. Don't open it." Your feet moved faster now, weaving through the crowded aisles. "Can you see who it is? Through the peephole?"

​Silence fell over the line, save for the faint sound of bare feet shifting on wood. A familiar creak followed—the exact floorboard by the front door that you always stepped over.

Then came his breath, sharp and completely shaky.

​"There are four of them," he whispered, his voice trembling with a primal terror. "They have... they have uniforms. Y/N, it's the police."

​Your feet stopped dead.

In the middle of the crowded grocery store, surrounded by harsh lights, total strangers, and the distant, mechanical beep of checkout scanners, you completely stopped breathing.

​"Y/N?" Jungkook's voice was agonizingly small now, completely stripped of his usual stubborn pride. "Y/N, what do I do?"

​Your brain violently kicked into overdrive. Thoughts fired rapidly, scenarios branching out into terrifying possibilities. You forced yourself to swallow the lump of panic in your throat, desperately trying to calm down. It was the police, yes, but it didn't automatically mean the absolute worst. You didn't even know if they were there for you or for Jungkook. Maybe something happened with the neighbors downstairs and they were just conducting a routine check-in.

​"Listen to me," you said, keeping your voice remarkably steady even though your hands shook so hard you could barely hold the phone. "Go into the bedroom. Close the door. Don't make a single sound. Don't come out no matter what you hear. I'm coming home right now. Do you understand?"

​"Y/N—"

​"Jungkook. Do you understand?"

​"Yes," he whispered.

​"I'm on my way."

You abandoned your basket right by the exit door of the store. You didn’t care about the cashier who called out after you, or the security guard who gave you a passing, suspicious glance. 

The early evening air hit your face the second you burst through the automatic glass doors, sharp and smelling heavily of oncoming rain. Somewhere across the city, in your tiny apartment, a boy with flat ears and dark eyes was pressing himself against your bedroom wall, listening to the knocks at the door, waiting for you to fix this.

You started running.

As you sprinted through the streets, your stamina rapidly died. Your lungs burned, still weak from the week-long fever, and your chest throbbed with a terrifying mix of physical exhaustion and sheer panic You didn't know what to expect. You didn't know what you were running into.

When your apartment building finally came into view, your feet nearly skidded out from under you. You genuinely thought about turning your ass right back around, buying a plane ticket—no, a space rocket ticket—and leaving all the way to Mars. Anything to escape the spectacular, unfolding circus parked right outside your building door.

Four police cruisers were parked haphazardly across the curb, their emergency lights flashing red and blue that painted the dirty brick facade of your building. A small crowd of onlookers had already gathered at a safe distance, whispering behind their hands. Even several of your neighbors (Including old Mr. Henderson from the second floor, who never seemed to emerge into daylight) were leaning so far out of their windows that they risked falling.

To make the nightmare entirely complete, an officer was standing by the hood of the lead cruiser, a megaphone pressed to his lips. His voice boomed disorted through the narrow street:

"All residents, please remain inside your apartments! Keep your doors locked. We are currently investigating a potential high-risk suspect in the building. For your own safety, do not enter the staircase until the scene is secure!"

Your stomach dropped straight through the pavement. You forced your shaking legs to move, pushing past the outer edge of the gathering crowd.  A cold sweat broke out across your forehead, but you walked over and tried to go into the building, even though it was entirely surrounded by men with badges and guns.

"Hey! Miss! Stop right there!"

A heavy hand clamped down on your shoulder, spinning you around. It was a burly officer, his uniform crisp and his expression hard.

"The building is locked down. You can't go in there."

"I live here!" you gasped out, your voice hoarse, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "What's happening?"

The officer checked a clipboard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at your disheveled hair, your trembling hands, and the sheer desperation bleeding out of you. 

"Are you the tenant of apartment 3B? Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Yes," you choked out. "Yes, that's me. What... What's going on?"

Before the officer could answer, the second-story window on the staircase banged open. Miss Teresa’s head emerged, her perm entirely disheveled, but her expression practically radiant with malice.

"That's her!" She shrilled, her screeching voice easily carrying over the low, rhythmic hum of the police engines. "That's the girl! I told you, officer! Arrest her—"

Before she could finish her triumphant grand finale, a large hand in a navy uniform reached out from the shadows of the stairwell, grabbed her by the shoulder, and firmly pulled her back inside. The window slammed shut, cutting off the rest of her unhinged rant.

The officer beside you pulled a small black radio up to his mouth, his hard gaze never leaving your panicked face. He pressed the button on the side, a sharp burst of static slicing through the air.

​"Unit four, we have the tenant at the front perimeter," he spoke into the device. "Confirming it's Y/N Y/L/N. What are our orders?"

​A tense second ticked by. Then, a gruff, distorted voice crackled back through the receiver. "Let her in. Bring her up to the third floor."

​The man gave you a grim nod, releasing his grip on your shoulder. "Alright, let her through."

​The officers guarding the doors stepped aside, allowing you to pass. You crossed the threshold into your own building, but any sense of home was completely gone. Another officer immediately fell into step right beside you, his heavy tactical boots thudding as he escorted you up the stairs.

​As you passed the second landing, you glanced toward a particular apartment, knowing with absolute certainty that Miss Teresa was now pressed flat against the wood, straining her ears with a glass to catch every single sound vibrating through the corridor.

But you didn't know that in fact the miserable old lady had been spying on you for over a month now, meticulously cataloging your every move after noticing you weren't actually living alone. At first, her grand plan had been far more petty; she was just planning to tip off your landlord. He was a notoriously stingy man, and in his eyes, more people in a unit meant a higher price tag for rent and utilities. She wanted nothing more than to see you priced out of your home.

​But then, earlier today, Miss Teresa had been sitting comfortably in her rocking chair, sipping tea and watching the afternoon news, when a high-priority segment flashed across the screen. The broadcast warned the public about a dangerous criminal and drug dealer currently on the run, offering a massive financial reward for any information leading to his arrest. Looking at the blurry police sketch on the television, she became entirely convinced it was the exact same boy she had caught you with on the staircase. The temptation of a fat government check was too much to resist, and she had practically tripped over herself rushing to the phone to report you.

With every step you took up the stairwell, you felt as though you were on the verge of fainting​.Your chest was tight, your hands were still clammy, and the weight of the officer's presence behind you made it feel less like you were going home, and more like you were being marched straight to an execution.

Unable to take the suffocating silence anymore, you turned your head slightly, looking back at the uniform behind you. "Please," you pleaded, your voice cracking as you practically begged for someone to finally tell you what was happening. "What is going on? Is all of this necessary?"

The officer didn't look at you, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the landing above. "Ma'am, we received a high-priority report from a resident in this building stating that a dangerous criminal on the run has been hidden in your apartment. The caller claims the suspect has been spotted with you on multiple occasions recently."

"What?" you gasped, nearly tripping over the next step. "That's completely insane. There's no criminal in my apartment!"

The officer didn't offer a rebuttal, his expression remaining entirely stone-faced as he gestured for you to keep moving. By the time you reached the third-floor landing, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. Three more officers were stationed directly outside your door, their heavy frames entirely blocking the narrow hallway.

The lead investigator, a tall man with a severe expression and a badge clipped to his belt, stepped forward to intercept you. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. Instead, he pulled a sleek digital tablet from beneath his arm and flipped it toward your face, illuminating a grainy, high-contrast mugshot.

"Do you recognize this individual, Ms. Y/L/N?" he demanded.

You squinted at the screen, your heart hammering against your ribs. The boy in the photo had a sharp jawline, dark, unruly hair, and sleeves of intricate tattoos winding up both of his arms. At a very passing, superficial glance, he did look a bit like Jungkook. But as your eyes traveled up the image, the differences became glaringly obvious. This boy had an entirely different facial structure, an aggressive scowl, and a prominent silver hoop piercing embedded directly into his left eyelid.

"No," you said firmly, shaking your head. "No, I've never seen him before in my life."

The investigator didn't blink. He swiped his thumb across the screen, replacing the mugshot with a different set of files. "Then perhaps you can explain these."

​Your stomach bottomed out. The next images were grainy, low-light photographs taken through what was very clearly a peephole. You recognized the exact angle instantly. It was clearly the view from Miss Teresa’s apartment door.

​There you were on the staircase, desperately trying to haul a completely unconscious Jungkook into your apartment. Beside you, helping to carry his dead weight, was Greg, and right behind you both was a half-naked Krissy mid shouting. Jungkook’s beanie was low, his ears hidden, but the sheer chaos of the scene looked highly incriminating from an outsider's perspective.

​"We have eyewitness testimony and photographic evidence of you and two accomplices dragging a concealed, unresponsive male into your unit after hours," the investigator said, his tone dropping into that flat, unyielding police voice. "Now, open the door."

A dark, vicious plan flashed through your mind: The moment this nightmare was over and the suspicions against you were cleared, you were going to drag that miserable old lady into the stairwell by her gray hair and send her tumbling down the steps. You'd absolutely had enough of Miss Teresa's nosy bullshit.

​But at this exact moment, you were trapped. Your blood ran entirely cold. There was no escaping this. If you refused, they would smash the lock, kick the door down, and swarm the apartment with weapons drawn. They would find a terrified, cornered Jungkook who would instinctively fight to protect himself, using every ounce of his apex predator biology. If he shifted or lashed out at a cop, there would be no trial. They wouldn't hesitate for a fraction of a second to pull the trigger and terminate him on the spot.

​Your hands shook violently as you reached into your bag, your fingers brushing against the cold metal of your keys. They clinked together loudly, echoing like a countdown. 

You had no other choice than to open the damn door.

​"Okay," you whispered, the word scraping past the raw lump of fear in your throat. "Okay. I'll open it."

​You slotted the key into the deadbolt, your trembling hands making it scrape loudly against the brass plate before the mechanism finally turned with a definitive click. The second the latch released, the atmosphere in the hallway shifted into lethal overdrive. The officers immediately drew their weapons, the sharp, metallic sounds of unholstering guns making your heart physically stop.

​"Step back! Step back right now and raise your hands!" the lead investigator barked, grabbing your shoulder and forcefully pulling you away from the threshold, shoving you behind his bulky tactical vest.

You raised your hands into the air, your back pressed hard against the opposite wall of the corridor as the squad flooded through your front door. Their heavy boots slammed against your floor as they screamed in deafening unison:

​"Police! Search warrant! If anyone is in the apartment, step out with your hands above your head! Do it now!"

The apartment erupted into absolute chaos. From the hallway, you could hear the harsh click of lights flicking on, and doors slamming. Your chest heaved as you stared blindly at your open front door. You really prayed that Jungkook had somehow escaped, that he had lied to you and actually turned out to be a pigeon hybrid who could fly right out the bedroom window, or that he had somehow dug a hole in the wall and disappeared into a pipe. Anything but being trapped inside.

"In the bedroom!" an officer yelled from the back of the unit.

The sound broke your paralysis. You couldn't take it anymore. Shoving past the officer guarding the threshold, you pushed yourself into the apartment, completely ignoring their shouted orders to stay back. Three officers stood in a tight semi-circle, their weapons trained directly on your closed bedroom door. 

"Police! Exit the room immediately with your hands where we can see them!" the lead investigator commanded.

"Don't shoot! Please don't shoot him, he's not a criminal!" you screamed, desperately trying to get between them and the door. "He doesn't have a weapon, he's not who you're looking for!"

Cutting through the chaos of the apartment, a muffled sound came from behind the wood.

"Y/N?"

It was Jungkook. His voice was agonizingly small, trembling. You bit your lip hard, the taste of blood grounding you for a split second. The officer closest to you turned his head, raising a brow waitingly, his hand still hovering over his holster as he waited for your confirmation.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Yes, Kook. It's me."

"Tell him to get out, ma'am! Tell him to step out right now!" the investigator ordered.

"Jungkook, come out," you called, keeping your voice as soft as possible despite the terror clawing at your lungs. "They won't hurt you... right?" You aimed the last words directly at the police officers, but they didn't respond, their expressions remaining entirely flat and unreadable.

Suddenly, you heard a shift inside the room. The police stepped back instantly, their guns pointed dead-center at the doorway.  Then the  bedroom door creaked open, and Jungkook finally stepped out. He had the oversized black hood pulled over his head, his face cast entirely in shadow, his chin tucked tightly against his chest.

"Keep your face up! Pull down the hood!" the lead officer barked.

Jungkook didn't move. He just stood there like a statue, completely freezing out the command. He refused to listen to anyone else but you, his shoulders tensing defensively under the heavy cotton fabric.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a rasp. "Pull it down, Kook."

His trembling hands went to the hood, slowly pulling the heavy material back. You wanted to cry right then and there. His large, dark velvet ears appeared, pinned entirely flat against his skull, his eyes glued firmly to the floor. He looked like a sad little bunny, his posture hunched as if he felt he had the right to be ashamed for being discovered.

Everyone went dead silent for a full minute. The aggressive tension in the air instantly evaporated, replaced by absolute confusion. The investigator lowered his weapon slightly, turning a piercing gaze onto you.

 "That’s a hybrid. Is he yours?"

"Yes," you said, forcing your voice not to shake.

"Are you his legal owner?"

You lied without hesitation. "Yes."

Jungkook didn't look up, his eyes remained fixed on the ground, his flat ears twitching slightly at your words.

The investigator adjusted his belt, his eyes narrowing. "You didn't tell us you were housing a hybrid."

"I didn't?" you feigned confusion, trying desperately to scramble for a lie that would get you out of the situation. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I did. Everything happened so fast... I have... um... his registration documents somewhere, yeah. But it might take me some time to find them... Actually, now that I think about it, they might be down in my storage unit in the basement. It's really just a loss of your time, sir. I can go down and look for them later."

"That’s okay, ma'am, don't worry about the paperwork," the officer interrupted smoothly. "We'll just scan his chip."

Your chest tightened, a cold sweat breaking out across your neck. "His... chip?"

"Obviously, yes," the officer said, looking at you like you were slow. "The identification chip you get when you adopt a hybrid. It's a new law that went into effect at the beginning of this year. It streamlines the entire public safety database, allows for instant biometric verification during routine checks, and significantly reduces administrative processing times. It’s mandatory across the board. Or is he strictly a stay-at-home pet? Even then, the grace period for domestic registration expired three months ago. Did you not get the official letter for the mandatory chip if he didn't already have one at the time of adoption? The department sent them to every registered keeper in the district."

"I—" Your voice died completely.

Before you could say another word, one of the officers pulled a sleek, heavy black device from his tactical vest. The chip detector whirred to life with a low hum.

He stepped toward Jungkook, who instantly panicked. The hybrid’s chest began to heave violently, a dark, primal fear washing over his face, but he didn't look at you. He deliberately avoided your eyes, staring doggedly at the floorboards as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.

The officer stepped behind him, firmly pressing the cold tip of the scanner directly against the back of the hybrids neck. Jungkook flinched hard, his fists clenching at his sides.

A sharp, digital beep echoed through the apartment.

The officer pulled the device back, squinting at the glowing screen as rows of data began to rapidly scroll down. The officer's eyebrows shot up, his expression hardening as he looked up from the screen and stared dead at you.

"Well, his registration isn't empty," the man muttered, his voice dangerously low. "But it surely doesn't say your name, Miss Y/N."

Your breath hitched. "What do you mean?"

"This unit is registered as active private property," the officer stated coldly, turning the tablet screen just enough for you to see a name emblazoned in bold red font. "Registered owner: Christina Morona."

​The words echoed, completely hollow and devastating. You didn't know he had a chip. Neither did you know he was still registered to some woman. But as the initial shock began to numb your mind, it made a sickening sort of sense. If she had just thrown him away on the street like garbage, he would still be registered to her under the federal system anyway.

​Your shoulders dropped, the last of your defensive adrenaline draining out of you. You didn't say anything. What was there left to say? That this was all a giant misunderstanding? That you had suddenly forgotten your own name and you were actually Christina Morona? 

​You desperately wanted Jungkook to look at you, to give you some kind of sign, but he didn't. He kept his head bowed, perhaps not ready to meet your devastated gaze. He probably already knew this might be the last time he would ever see you, and he didn't want a look of utter defeat to be his final memory of your face. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting dark shadows over his pale cheeks as the officer started speaking again.

​"Do you know Christina Morona, ma'am?" the investigator asked, his eyes drilling into yours. "Is she a family member? A close friend?"

​You looked down. "No."

​The officer sighed, a sound completely devoid of sympathy, and tapped the digital screen of his tablet.

"According to Title 4, Section 82 of the Domestic Hybrid Penal Code, the unbonded harboring of an apex-tier asset is strictly prohibited. A registered hybrid may only reside within a designated domicile under the direct supervision of their primary legal owner, or an authorized immediate family member possessing a notarized waiver of custody. Any unauthorized transfer or concealment of such an asset without formal registration updates constitutes unlawful possession."

​He paused, the clinical weight of the law setting into the quiet space like concrete. He looked from you to the silent boy standing between the two guards.

​​"You are not allowed to have this asset under your roof, ma'am," the officer said, pulling a pair of heavy, reinforced titanium cuffs from his utility belt with a sharp, metallic rattle. "You aren't his owner. Which means you're facing a federal grand larceny charge for kidnapping."

And just like that, the trap snapped shut. That was how you ended up in jail. 

Now, hours later, sitting on the hard prison bed, the desperate pleading of Jungkook still echoes in your ears, memorized to your brain like a fresh burn mark. The memory is agonizingly vivid; The moment the officers had moved toward you with the cuffs, the fragile wall of Jungkook's compliance had completely shattered. He had lost his mind. It took three grown officers to hold him back as he violently tried to break free, his claws ripping through his own sleeves as he lunged toward you. He had screamed your name until his voice cracked, pleading, begging you to do something, to tell them he was yours, to save him.

But you had been entirely frozen. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't speak a single word of comfort as the heavy metal clasped around your own wrists. You knew the brutal rules of the system: from that exact moment on, every single tiny word you uttered could and would be used against you in a court of law. So, you chose silence.

​They dragged you down the stairs, past Miss Teresa peeking through the narrow crack of her apartment door, and straight into the sea of flashing blue lights outside. It was a thoroughly humbling experience. Although, if you were being completely honest, it lacked a certain cinematic flair. For a full-on federal grand larceny charge, it sorely lacked a crowd of aggressive news reporters, flashing cameras, and a true-crime documentary crew waiting at the curb. You didn't even get the full experience of a high-profile criminal.

​Instead, you were stuffed into the back of a cramped police cruiser and driven straight to the precinct. The routine that followed was a blur of lights and ink: the clinical humiliation of the mugshots, the rough pressing of your fingers against an electronic scanner for fingerprints, and the stripping of your personal belongings.

​You were supposedly next in line to be dragged into a bleak interrogation room for a formal questioning, but a massive, high-priority case had suddenly broken out somewhere else in town, and the detectives suddenly had absolutely no time for a rabbit kidnapping case. Without a second thought, a guard led you down a narrow corridor and threw you into a temporary holding cell, locking the heavy iron bars behind you right across from the cell of Danny, who had proudly informed you that he had been arrested yesterday for initiating a massive, drunken brawl inside a 24-hour convenience store.

"...So?"

The rough voice yanks you violently out of your thoughts.

You blink, opening your heavy eyes and realizing that Danny is still staring at you, waiting impatiently for your answer.

He presses his face even deeper into the gap between the rusted metal bars, shifting his weight, one bare foot sliding forward across the cold concrete floor as he leans in with dramatic curiosity.

"Don't tell me..." Danny whispers, his eyes widening with theatrical awe as he scans your rumpled clothes and hollow expression. "Did you kill someone? Who was it? A cheating ex? A noisy neighbor?"

You roll your eyes so hard it physically hurts, utterly over the entire day, the police, the law, and the universe in general.

"Fuck off, Danny."

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Pair: idol jungkook x manager reader (maybe a bit of fuckboy jungkook)

Summary: You come from a background that's filled with love. Maybe it's just your luck that lands you the job of manager of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the notorious troublemaker vocalist of renowned boyband BTS. You both are at odds from day one. Jungkook has never known love and he doesn't care for it. What happens when you have so much love to give, but he doesn't know how to accept it?

Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT, drama, piningg, somewhat of an enemies to lovers (maybe?), jungkook has a temper, fuckboy jungkook, jimin being a sweet human being, OH jungkook rides a MOTORCYCLE, jungkook just wants love but doesn't know how to take it, jimin best boii

Warnings: mature themes, 18+, mentions of death and suicide, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (jungkook sleeps around, what do you expectt), making out, fingering, tit-sucking, biting-sucking-hickeys (you know the whole shabang), they fuck, idk it's pretty chill, very little dirty talk

Word count: almost 26k

Notes: let me know your thoughts, my very first at attempt at smut, hope you all like ittt. All kinds of feedback welcome.

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It isn't like any other day in your life. There's a bounce in your step, as you walk through the pavement at dusk. Your long dark raven hair which is currently tied in a neat ponytail blows behind you  due to the chilly evening wind. Rubbing your hands together, you hug your pastel pink peacoat closer to you, though not because of the wind but out of excitement.

There's a giddy smile adorning your face. You are buzzing with excitement at just the thought of you graduating university in a few months. You can finally get a better job that pays much more than the coffee shop that you are currently venturing towards and do something for your gran.

Gran, your grandfather is the only one whom you can call family. Your parents died when you were young and you haven't even seen your grandmother since she passed away long before you were born. Your grandfather looked after you for all these years and you absolutely love and adore him. Though your life wasn't luxurious, all your needs were met and you couldn't possibly want anything else in life. Except looking after your gran, that is. After all these years, you wanted to be the one to look after him and not the other way around.

As you are half walking and half prancing to the coffee shop, the name 'Bangtan Sonyeondan' stops you. Looking beside you, you notice from the broadway window of a shop selling electronic devices, a news channel playing on the nearby television.

"The world's current biggest boyband Bangtan Sonyeondan, also known as BTS has finally returned from tour this morning and are back home. Sources say, they are going to take a short break before going back to their busy schedules of winning the hearts of millions and millions of fans, again.", the reporter informs while a clip of the members leaving the airport keeps playing in the background.

The news elevates your mood than it already was before. Like most other girls, you are also a big fan of BTS. But contrary to popular opinion, you are more fascinated by the band members' skill, determination, hard work and talent than their looks. They are handsome. Gorgeous, irresistible, bewitching specimens of men to be exact. But you don't think that can be the only reason for their worldwide popularity.

You enter the coffee shop, humming 'magic shop' under your breath. You quickly hang your coat and tie your apron to start your shift. You are so cheerful today that even Alice, your usually aloof co-worker, notices and gives you a rare smile.

It is almost 9 at night. Your shift ends in a few minutes and you are supposed to close the shop before leaving. The coffee place is usually quiet at this time but today it is quite busy, probably because of the art exhibition going on across the street. Noticing the bustle of customers, Alice heaves a sigh, "We'll be working late today."

"Hmmm, seems that way.", you reply, noticing the long queue on your counter.

The last customer comes up wearing a blue woolen sweater and black slacks, a white mask covering his face and an aviator rests above his nose. He seems quite familiar but you can't really place where you've seen him.

"Good evening! What would you like to order?", you greet with a cheerful smile.

"Can I have an iced sugar-free vanilla latte with soymilk please.", he answers though you don't catch his smile due to his face being covered.

"Can I have a name please."

"Jimin.", you look at him with a grin.

"Hey, that's the name of my bias! Do you know BTS?", you ask excitedly, completely forgetting about your job. However, you soon realise and quickly backtrack.

"Uhh… don't mind me.", you say sheepishly while scribbling the name on his cup.

"It's fine. I may have heard of them.", he says with a laugh, seemingly amused.

You swipe his card, a blush adorning your face.

"May I ask why you are wearing sunglasses when it's completely dark outside, Jimin?", you ask sneakily, turning towards him with his order.

You stand frozen in your place as he takes off his sunglasses and tugs down his face mask slightly. Your ultimate bias, Park fucking Jimin of BTS is standing before you! You can't seem to believe your eyes which are currently wide open. Your mouth agape in a small 'o' shape. Can this day get any better?

He looks at you with a smug smile and covers back his face, noticing your co-worker approaching.

"What are you doing?", she enquires, noticing you standing still in the middle of handling a drink to the customer.

"I..ummm…I am..", you stutter, still gawking at Jimin.

He gestures you to keep quiet with a finger on his lips, well supposedly his lips which are covered by the damn mask.

"Nothing.", you finally let out, not removing your eyes from Jimin.

You quickly hand him his drink and he takes it while still looking at you. You are hyper-aware as his fingers brush yours.

"Good to hear you are one of Jimin's fans. I'm sure he would appreciate it if you kept the encounter a secret. Have a good day, Y/n.", he winks looking at the nametag adorning your apron and leaves the cafe.

"What was he talking about?", Alice asks.

"No idea.", you say with a wide grin.

"You are weird.", she replies while frowning.

—

Jungkook and all the members were dead tired after returning from the tour. Spending the entire morning sleeping and lazing around, thereafter they decided to go clubbing. Jungkook was more than happy to let loose and enjoy himself after such a long time.

He is sitting in the VIP lounge of the club, busy drinking with his hyungs except Jimin who left after receiving a phone call.

"The girl in red is constantly giving you bedroom eyes from across the dance floor.", Taehyung says to Jungkook.

"Who doesn't?", Hoseok pipes up from beside him.

Jungkook turns towards the said girl.

Jungkook has always been the hottie, even before BTS became as distinguished as they are today. For good reason too, his looks are no joke and he knows that. He is well aware of the effect he has on others, especially the ladies and uses it to his advantage.

Jungkook is also the scariest of the group, well known for his abrupt mood swings. Every manager, even the CEO keeps a distance. He's known as the heartless one, notorious for sleeping around and does so without so much as batting an eyelid. He loves all the attention he gets and thrives in it. He lives for all the popularity and fame.

Today isn't any different as he gets up and proceeds towards the girl. After dancing for a while, well grinding against each other to be more precise, both of them leave the club, hand in hand.

Jungkook can't seem to keep his hands to himself as he is all over the girl as they proceed towards his car in the otherwise empty parking lot. He opens the door to the backseat and asks her to get in, which she does quite eagerly. He follows inside and closes the door.

—

Jungkook comes out of the backseat as the girl gets dressed.

"That was amazing. Would you like to go for dinner? We can have round two in my house.", she says with a sleazy grin.

"No thanks.", he states.

"Ohh come on. I know you want to.", she says, not giving up.

"Does it look like I want to?", he turns around towards the girl with an intimidating expression after getting in the driver seat. "You can get out now."

The girl looks at him, surprised which soon morphs into irritation and gets out of the car.

Jungkook doesn't pay her any mind and accelerates out of the parking lot. It's quite normal for him. Sleeping with someone and leaving thereafter. He never spends the night with someone else. That's his one and only rule when it comes to sex.

You walk through the sidewalk, returning home late after the busy hours spent in the cafe. You still can't believe you saw Park Jimin face to face, let alone the fact that you touched him and he actually winked, at you! You are in your own world as Jungkook passes by you in his mercedes.

—

You are sitting in your university hall for quite some time when your name is finally called.

"Y/n. Please come up on stage."

You quickly get up and proceed towards the stage in your black robe over your baby pink floral dress and white ankle boots, hair resting loose upon your shoulders.

As you receive your certificate and shake hands with the headmaster, you hear the distinct sound of lone loud claps. You look towards the audience to see your grandfather, standing up and clapping excitedly, not paying mind to anything besides you. Soon, the entire hall follows suit with loud claps. You are so overwhelmed that your eyes become glassy with tears.

After the end of the ceremony, you run towards your gran and hug him tightly, tears now flowing freely and soaking his shirt.

"I did it gran, I finally did it!", you sob.

"Of course you did, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you!", he sniffles.

You release his embrace and look up at him. He rubs away your tears and asks, "Don't you want to talk with your friends?", motioning towards the other students who are all busy clicking pictures with their friends.

You have always been withdrawn and soft-spoken, never one who had lots of friends. Even more so after your parents passed away. You could hardly ever talk to others who didn't seem to be interested in doing so either. So, you always kept to yourself, just going to university, studying and coming back home to leave for the cafe. Not wanting gran to know any of that, you simply reply,

"Nah! I'm good. It's already late and I need to go to the cafe after I see mom and dad. Come on, let's go. I'll drop you home, first."

—

Jungkook wakes up after another one of his usual nightmares. He should get used to it by now but it never quite ceases to rattle him.

It's his mother's birthday today and he gets changed to go to the cemetery. He does so every year without fail. It may seem weird but he never visits her grave on her death anniversary. Jungkook doesn't like remembering about the awful day. Rather, he finds solace in visiting her on a good note with cheerful memories of her.

As Jungkook drives, he is reminded of her last birthday. Jungkook was only 13 at the time.

He woke up early and entered his parents' bedroom. His father wasn't home, as usual and he notices his mother still asleep. He tiptoes towards the bed and jumps up on her body, capturing her in a tight embrace.

"Happy birthday mom!", he exclaims.

"Ohh darling, thank you.", his mother smiles at him groggily and hugs him back.

"I brought something for you.", Jungkook quickly gets up and leaves the room.

He comes back with a bunch of white lilies in hand which he bought after saving his pocket money.

"They're beautiful! Where did you get them?", she takes them from his hand after sitting up.

"I woke up early and went to the flower shop. Do you like it?"

"I love it! Come here.", she says and kisses his forehead.

Jungkook stops his car in front of the cemetery and comes out. He moves towards the passenger side and takes out the bouquet of white lilies. He reaches her grave, sets down the lilies and sits there for quite some time.

He finally gets up and moves towards the exit. That's when he notices her, you. He is immediately drawn towards you. He can't really explain why, but he stands there observing you.

You sit there in front of a joint grave in your pink dress. As the light breeze blows away the hair, he notices your face. You look beautiful, he thinks. The evening sunlight falls just right on your face giving you a heavenly glow.

"I'm so happy today, I can finally look after gran.", you say animatedly.

"Ohh I completely forgot! Do you know, I met my bias yesterday! He's so perfect!..", you continue rambling and Jungkook chuckles at your antics.

He keeps standing there, looking at you and when you finally gather your things to get up, he seems to be broken from his trance. He quickly turns around and starts walking.

—

As you move towards the exit of the graveyard after spending some time at your parents' grave, you notice a person walking ahead of you. While he takes out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, something falls out in the process. He doesn't notice though and keeps walking.

You quickly pick it up and run towards the stranger.

"Excuse me!", you raise your voice to catch his attention and he turns around.

You stand there, surprised to see Jeon Jungkook, the main vocalist of BTS. He's more handsome, face to face. He's wearing a simple blue button up with dark blue jeans and timberlands while his long coal-black locks are parted from the middle. A black sunglass adorns his face, making him look more charming.

Noticing you staring, his lips tug up into a knowing smile and you seem to come back from your daze.

"Umm... actually…", he doesn't let you continue and speaks up.

"Haven't you heard about the policy?", he looks at you, still sporting the same smug smile.

"What?", you ask bewildered.

"That you shouldn't bother idols for selfies or autographs while they're out, enjoying their alone time."

"I wasn't….", he cuts you off again.

"I'm quite busy today. Otherwise I would definitely have given an autograph to a cutie like you. Maybe even something more. Better luck next time.", he shoots you a sleazy wink and leaves.

You stand there dumbfounded. Did he really just flirt with you? And did he mean what you think he meant by 'something more'. He didn't even let you talk. How can someone be so overconfident? He's nothing like Jimin, you think. You are not someone to judge people but his arrogance baffled you.

"Wow. He's rude.", you conclude, immediately growing a dislike towards him.

Little did you know that Jungkook was dying inside while talking to you. You were so pretty and radiating that he hardly could let out a word. Usually girls didn't have so much of an effect on him. If he found someone attractive, he would simply pursue her, have a fun night and that was it. Sounds too easy but it was the truth. He never really faces any difficulty in doing so. But you were so different. He wanted to know everything there is to know about you and just wished to see your dazzling smile. He desperately wanted to ask your name.

As soon as he realises what he was thinking, he quickly controls himself. He can't let anyone close to him. He already did that mistake once and doesn't wish to do that again. He can't let himself be vulnerable again. So, he did the only thing he knows how to do best. He flirted with you and not giving you a chance to say something, he left.

—

You finally look at the paper in your hand, the one Jungkook dropped, after he leaves. It's a picture, you notice. A small 12 or 13 year old boy who looks a lot like Jungkook is standing while holding the hand of a very beautiful lady, probably his mother. Both of them look so happy that it brings a smile to your own face. Clearly, the picture must have meant a lot to him if he cares to carry it around. But what can you do if he behaves like such a douche. Even though you don't really want to see him again, you hope you do just so you can return it to him. With that thought in mind, you leave the cemetery.

Reaching the cafe, you keep your robe and other belongings in the backroom and start your shift.

—

It's almost closing time. Alice has left early today, you're cleaning the coffee machine before closing the shop while humming a song under your breath and thinking about today's events. You're reminded about your encounter with Jungkook which effectively makes you think about Jimin.

Jimin has become quite a regular customer in the past few months. He comes in almost every week with the same order. You were initially starstruck but quickly overcame it. He's easy to talk to and makes everything seem so normal, as if he wasn't a worldwide celebrity but some commoner like you. He came with the same mask hiding his face but after a lot of teasing he eventually let go of the sunglasses. You've grown to like talking to him and spend time with him, even if it's for a few minutes.

"I want you to be your night baby, you could be your night, ibami neoege…"

"You sound better than me.", Jimin teases and you turn around surprised.

"Yeah right.", you reply, grabbing a cup, already having memorised his order.

"You seem chipper than usual.", he smiles.

"I am. I finally graduated today.", you turn around and start making his order.

"That's great. Congratulations.", he says cheerfully.

"Thank you.", you hand him his order.

Jimin extends his card but you quickly deny, "My treat."

"Shouldn't I be the one giving you a treat?", he looks amused.

"You should.", you reply sneakily while he looks puzzled.

"You could give me an autograph.", you say hopefully, a deep flush extending up your neck. You had finally attained the courage to ask after months.

"Hmmm… I could. But..", this is what you were afraid of. Of course he's going to deny, after all you know about their policy, thanks to one Jeon Jungkook. You really shouldn't have bothered him.

"It's fine… I was just…", you stop in the middle of your babbling as you notice Jimin quickly surveying the cafe which is currently empty save a middle aged man who seems to be absorbed in his notebook, writing something, and comes across the counter and stands in front of you.

"I think a selfie stays longer.", he says cheekily.

You realise what's happening and quickly pass him your phone. He takes it and stands beside you making a peace sign with his hands, lowers his mask and clicks a few pictures. He gives back your phone and returns to the other side of the counter, adjusting his mask.

"Congratulations again, Y/n and thanks for the coffee. See you later.", he leaves.

You look at the pictures after Jimin left. Your face is flushed in the pictures while Jimin looks as charming as ever. You can't believe you clicked pictures with none other than, the Park Jimin. You become flustered as you reminisce about how suddenly he came across the counter without even thinking twice.

—

The BTS members really are flirts, you think while closing the cafe. Though Jimin is nothing like Jeon Jungkook. He is rude and an A-class jerk on top of being flirty. You become irritated just thinking about his behaviour this afternoon.

You enter your house to be greeted by gran, sitting on his armchair with the photo frame of your grandmother clasped in his hands which rests above his chest. The sight makes you smile.

Gran loves your grandmother so much that it makes your heart ache. They used to be childhood sweethearts and eventually married. She passed away though, when your father was just married. Not even a day goes by when gran doesn't write in his old brown journal. He always says that he's writing to his darling and firmly believes that whatever he writes, your grandmother reads it.

You are amazed by how much a person can love another even in their absence. Since childhood, it's been your wish to find such love. You want to experience how it feels to love someone unconditionally and get that love in return. You yearn for it. Gran always assures with so much confidence that you are going to find him, the one, and it's going to be the best day of your life that you believe him.

"Gran, come on. It's dinner time.", you say softly.

He smiles after seeing you.

"You are early."

"Yeah, the shop wasn't busy today. What are you doing with grandma?", you ask good naturedly.

"I was just telling her about how much you've grown.", he smiles at you and you smile back.

"Come on. Let's have dinner.”

—

It has been a few months and you are browsing your computer, looking for jobs when you come across the advertisement. It's from Big Hit Entertainment, BTS's music company. There isn't much description but they are apparently looking for a manager to look after schedules and such other things. You quickly fill up the form and wait for a response.

The response comes after a week and few days in the form of an email informing about an interview to be held next Wednesday. You are so excited that you get up from your chair and do a small goofy dance.

Wednesday arrives in the blink of an eye. You are currently waiting in the vast common hall of the building where the interview is held. You were more excited than nervous while coming here but after reaching, you notice the entire venue filled with people waiting for their names to be called, all of them girls, not a single male in sight. Of course, what were you expecting? After all, it's BTS's music company. Obviously, there will be girls. All of them seem to be talking with each other animatedly, too excited while you sit there sweating in nervousness.

You come back home after your interview. You think it went well but you can never say anything, after all there were at least a few hundreds of people who gave the interview. You don't expect to get the job so easily, you weren't that lucky.

You are getting ready to leave for the coffee shop when you get the call. You were asked to report to the Big Hit Entertainment main building tomorrow and answer a few last questions but they assured you that you didn't need to worry because technically, you got the job. You couldn't believe your ears. You really got a job! That too in Big Hit! You couldn't contain your excitement. You wanted to tell gran but decided to wait until you were actually sure.

—

You were currently sitting inside a room of Big Hit Entertainment's main building in front of a panel consisting of a few directors for your final interview.

"Can you assure us that you can work among these renowned idols without being starstruck? We don't want any problems."

"I'm a fan, no doubt but I won't let that interfere with my job. They are human too after all and being the manager, looking after them is my job. You can trust in my abilities.", you reply.

"Since you don't have any previous experience, why do you think we should hire you? Do you have what it takes?", the person who earlier introduced himself as Mr.Sung questioned.

"You can believe me when I say I can do the work and offer exceptional results. I possess the communicational skills needed for this job. From what I've heard, you are looking for someone who will be able to handle the coordination between all departments, the company and the broadcast staffs' concerns quickly and effectively. So, I think I am best suited. I know that I don't have any earlier experience but I am capable of offering new and refreshing ideas.", you finish confidently.

"You are hired, Miss Y/l/n. You can join us from now.", Mrs.Yun, another director, informs with a smile."Would that be okay with you?"

"Of course.", you smile back.

"Lisa, please introduce her to everyone."

"Of course."

"Hi Y/n, I'm Lisa, Yoongi's manager. Nice to meet you.", she says with a smile.

"Hi. Nice to meet you too. I didn't know the members had individual managers.", you reply.

"Of course they do. What do you think you are here for?", Lisa looks amused.

"I don't know. No one really said anything apart from the fact of me being a manager.", you reply sheepishly.

"Ohh.. I see. Of course they didn't say it in the description. You are actually going to be the manager of Jungkook. If the information was somehow leaked, competent or not, girls from across the world would be crowding here. It would have been a hassle!", she informs while moving towards a room.

"I am..what? I mean really?", you quickly control yourself.

"Yes.", she doesn't seem to notice and continues, "His manager resigned without notice actually and he immediately needs one. He's a tough one though, the most difficult to manage. So, good luck with that.", she opens the door to the room and enters inside with you in tow.

You heave a sigh. What have you gotten yourself into, you wonder. But you are not one to give up. So, thinking about gran, you try your best to look cheerful and reply, "Yeah."

—

The past few days have been devastating for Jungkook. First of all, he lost the only picture he had of his mother. After he returned from the cemetery, he noticed it was missing and has been looking for it ever since but to no avail. Secondly, he can't seem to forget about you. Your cheerful face comes to his mind at the oddest of times and he can't help but smile thinking about you, which really doesn't match with his character. Just imagine him, smiling like a fool while he has to act all rough and tough in front of others. He's dying to see you again but doesn't know where to find you.

He and his hyungs are all currently present in the practice room, waiting for Jimin to arrive (who's always late) when Lisa, Yoongi's manager enters the room with… wait, is that you? Is it really you or is he hallucinating?

"You!", he exclaims, looking at you with his doe eyes, opened wide.

"Hi.", you say sheepishly.

"You two know each other?", Lisa asks.

"Not really.", Jungkook replies, quickly controlling his demeanor.

Lisa frowns, looking at you quizzically, "Anyway, this is y/n. She'll start working as your manager from today. She's quite new to this field, so try not to give her a hard time.", she says looking at him and leaves you two alone, moving away.

"Did you follow me?", Jungkook looks at you.

"What? No.", you reply.

"You should've said so that day if you wanted me this desperately. You didn't need to follow me, you know.", he smugly says.

You are about to retort when you are interrupted.

"Y/n?", Jimin exclaims while coming over to you and your face breaks into a large grin.

"What are you doing here?", he asks, standing in front of you.

"You know her too? She's Jungkook's new manager.", Lisa replies from beside Yoongi.

"Yeah, she's a friend.", Jimin smiles.

"Of course she is.", Jungkook replies, visibly irritated and you look at him with furrowed brows.

After meeting with all the members, you decide to talk alone with Jungkook. You can't just ignore him, after all you need to take over all his schedules and look after all his needs being his manager. You move towards him and are about to open your mouth, when he cuts you off.

"Can we begin practice now? We are already late due to Jimin."

"You don't like me at all do you?", you ask meekly.

"And why do you think that?", he teases.

"You don't seem to want to speak to me. If you expect me to look after your schedule and all other requirements as your manager then I think we need to speak civilly."

"Of course we do, babe. I think you are really attractive and would love to spend some time with you, alone. We can talk too if you want.", he says with a smirk.

You are not used to being flirted with, that too so casually, and your face blooms red by his innuendos.

"That's not what I meant.", you reply in a clipped tone.

Jungkook chuckles at your reply and moves towards the dance floor to start practice.

"Yah! It's her first day and she already seems too nice. Give her a break.", Jin reprimands.

You come outside and fan your face which seems too hot. Lisa follows you outside.

"Don't mind him, Y/n. He's quite a flirt. You'll get used to it eventually. Come, I'll introduce you to the other members' managers.", she says.

You meet everyone and decide to have some coffee. Except Jin, Jimin and Hoseok, everybody has female managers. All of them are quite young, though you are the youngest one. Jin's manager, Sejin is the eldest. Then comes Hoseok's manager, Hwan and Namjoon's manager, Yeri. After that are Lisa, Taehyung's manager, Jieun and Jimin's manager, Jisung. Everybody is quite friendly and you quickly become acquainted with all of them.

Jungkook's schedule is quite flexible this week as they are on a short break but it gets busy after that with all kinds of practice, choreography, photo shoots, brand shoots and award shows. So, you decide to utilize this time to get to know him better to help with your job.

He doesn't make it any easier though. Whenever you ask him about something, he always seems too reluctant to answer. He doesn't leave any opportunity to insult you. Instead of co-operating, he makes your job more difficult than it already was. He always seems to be in a foul mood and ignores almost all your attempts to talk. He was fine with everyone but you. He tries his best to make your life a living hell. He really didn't like you, you realise. But you weren't one to give up and decided to keep trying.

It has been weeks since you joined Big Hit and weeks of Jungkook's torture. Flirts, insults, improper advances, you've faced everything but you are still nowhere near knowing what Jeon Jungkook actually wants. You would readily give him anything he wants. If he doesn't like you, that's fine. You don't like him either. But why act in such a harsh way? Does he want you to quit? That's the only thing you can't give him, you think.

BTS has a performance today at a music show and therefore all of the members and their managers are present at the venue for the stage rehearsal. All the members are on stage while you are looking for Jungkook to let him know about his schedule tomorrow.

Not getting any response after knocking, you enter his greenroom to be greeted by a shirtless Jungkook. The muscles of his back contract deliciously while he does pull ups, back turned towards you. A black tattoo covers the entire of his right hand from his fingers up until his collarbone. In all your early encounters, he had been fully dressed, so you didn't get the chance to observe his tattoo. You knew he was sculpted but seeing his body amazes you.

That's when he turns towards you, and you gawk at his body. The grey sweatpant hangs so low on his waist that you can make out his prominent v-line. His body is covered in sweat after the workout. He drinks water while a lone droplet falls from his lips. You follow it with your eyes as it rolls down his neck, chest and chiseled abs, descending down, down. You can feel something stirring in your stomach as you keep staring. You understand why he is called the hottest of the group and why girls go crazy about him.

"Eyes up here baby.", seemingly broken from your trance, you quickly look up towards his face.

"Like what you see?", he raises an eyebrow and your entire face goes red.

"I….uhh", you stutter while he keeps proceeding towards you. He's standing right in front of you now and you still can't seem to utter a single word.

Jungkook moves even more closer and you keep backing away. Eventually, your back meets the wall. Jungkook stops right in front of your face and places his right hand beside you on the wall, effectively caging you, other hand resting inside his pocket. He doesn't touch you but keeps looking at your eyes, hardly a few centimetres between you. He's so close that you could count his long prominent eyelashes, even smell his woody scented cologne that gives you a heady feeling.

Your heart seems to be beating out of your chest and with Jungkook standing so close, you suspect that he can already hear it. He moves his face closer and whispers near your ear,

"If you really wanted to look, you should've said so, baby. I would've gladly given you a private show.", his voice sounds husky, you notice.

He moves away from your ears and places his lips on your neck. His lips press a kiss on the juncture, grazing his teeth on your soft skin in the process and running his tongue over the place thereafter. Your breath audibly deepens while you take harsh breaths, clenching your legs together. His face moves away and looks at you with a smirk. He's about to touch your lips with his when the door of the greenroom opens and he pushes away from you in a blink.

"Jk, everybody's looking for you.", a girl comes in wearing an off shoulder top and a skirt that's a little too short, you think. But she's attractive nonetheless and has a confident air about her.

"On my way.", Jungkook replies while wearing his shirt and tugging on his jacket.

"Who's she?", the girl asks while looking at you standing in the same position, leaning on the wall behind you with a flustered face.

"No one important.", Jungkook says and leaves the room with her.

You stand there dumbfounded. What just happened? Did he really just say, to an absolute stranger, might you add, that you were no one important? That was humiliating. But more importantly was he really about to kiss you? And the most annoying part? You would've let him. How could you lose control like that? You were here for your job not to make out with the idol you were appointed to. Not to let Jungkook step all over you. With that thought in mind you leave the room, albeit a bit shaken.

—

You are standing below the stage while the members are taking a short break from rehearsals. You notice the girl you saw earlier hanging near Jungkook and talking to him animatedly.

"Who's she?", you ask Jieun who's standing beside you while motioning towards the girl.

"That's Hwasa, in charge of today's stage props and apparently Jungkook's lay for tonight.", she says.

"For tonight?", you ask, bewildered.

"Yeah. Jungkook doesn't do relationships. He had a nasty break up, a few years back and has sworn off all kinds of relationships and romance since then. So, just tonight.", she laughs at your surprised expression.

After Hwasa leaves Jungkook's side, you get up on stage to talk to Jungkook, the task that you initially wanted to do in the greenroom. Jungkook gives a smug look towards your way as he notices you approaching.

"You have a photoshoot for the Kim company tomorrow morning, sharp at 8.", you quickly say, not letting him open his mouth.

"And?", he asks, seemingly bored.

"And you need to be there.", you say matter of factly.

"I will be there. You can stop bothering me now."

"Please don't be late like the previous photoshoot. The Kim's are important clients. I'll pick you up at 7.", Jungkook doesn't respond, so you continue. "Do you need me to give you a call tomorrow? I will….", you stop with a gasp.

Hwasa came from the opposite direction while you were talking, with a coffee cup in hand, bumped into you and emptied the entire thing on you, 'accidentally'.

"What the fuck are you doing?!", Jungkook shouts at her and runs towards you.

"I'm so sorry, I slipped.", she says in a sweet voice.

"Are you okay? Does it burn?", Jungkook asks worriedly.

"It's cold actually.", you say matter of factly.

"Of course it is. I drink iced latte.", Hwasa supplies.

It's when Taehyung lets out a whistle that you finally look down. Your white shirt which was tucked in your trousers has soaked completely and gone transparent with your black lace bra in show. Your entire face goes red when you notice everyone, even Jimin staring at you.

"Fuck off, Tae!", Jungkook exclaims. He quickly takes off his jacket and places it upon your shoulders. You notice it smells like him. Fresh and minty.

"Go and change.", he says, giving him a glare and nudges you towards Jieun who comes forward and takes you away.

—

It has been hours and the show has started. You are currently standing backstage and observing BTS perform. You are mesmerised by their performance. Jungkook may be a jerk off stage but on stage he's magnificent. He has a charismatic air surrounding him and it's like he transforms into a completely different person while performing. He seems so passionate and determined that you can't seem to move your eyes away from him.

After the show ends, you look for Jungkook to remind him about the photoshoot again. But both him and Hwasa are nowhere in sight. You decide not to bother him anymore today and go back home.

You don't sleep the entire night, working on Jungkook's schedule, since he seems to be in too much pressure these days. You try to squeeze it as much as possible to give him some free time, constantly checking and rechecking it for errors.

But that's not the only reason. Today's events have taken a toll on your mind. You unknowingly keep repeating the kiss in your head every time you close your eyes. It's as if you could still feel his lips on your neck. It makes you shiver. And then there was the coffee spill incident. You can't seem to get the worried face of Jungkook out of your mind. You didn't expect him to be so worried. Looking at his face, you thought for once that he really cared, that he didn't hate you as much as you thought he did. You quickly chase that thought away though, assuming it to be your wishful thinking.

As you finish with the schedule, you check the time and see it's already 6 in the morning. You quickly call Jungkook but he doesn't answer. Thinking nothing of it, you take a shower and start getting ready.

It's almost 06:40 when you get inside your car. You call Jungkook again but he still doesn't answer. You drive towards the members' dorms, worriedly. Reaching there, you come to know that Jungkook didn't return last night. You become more and more tense by the minute.

It's 08:05 now and your phone is blowing up with calls from the Kim company, as well as your own and Jungkook is still nowhere in sight. Finally at 9, the photoshoot was announced to be cancelled. You can really bring yourself to care about it though, worrying about Jungkook's safety more.

It's 10:30 and you and all the members are waiting in your company's practice room when Jungkook walks inside, spick and span. He looks as kept together as usual and you heave a sigh, in relief.

"What?", Jungkook asks, looking at everyone's glum faces.

"Where the hell were you?", Yoongi enquires.

"Why should I tell you that?", he counters.

"Jungkook, you had a photoshoot today.", Namjoon lets out.

Jungkook seems to finally realise and his eyes become wide,"I…. Y/n", he tries to say something when Jisung comes inside the room.

"Y/n, Mr.Sung is looking for you.", he says with a nervous expression. Hearing the director's name, you quickly get up and leave the room.

—

You enter the director's office while Jungkook follows you, waiting outside.

"Please have a seat, Ms. Y/l/n.", he instructs and you sit down.

"You must know why you've been called here today.", Mr.Sung asks rhetorically.

"Yes sir.", you answer anyway.

"Would you like to explain why it happened? Why have we lost such important clients like the Kim's and now have to face the legal consequences? Did Jungkook know about the photoshoot?"

"I'm sorry, Mr.Sung. It happened because of my carelessness. I forgot to inform Jungkook about today's photoshoot. It slipped my mind. I know I shouldn't make excuses but…", Mr. Sung cuts you off.

"Then don't Ms.y/l/n. I hired you to do your job properly, not to slack off. Ever since you got this job, something or the other seems to be going wrong. Whether it be losing the lyrics of a song, arriving late at venues and even not arriving at all. If you wish to keep your job, I suggest you stop slacking and start actually doing your job. But if you are not serious about it, you can just say so now, so that we can hire someone else. Please don't waste our time."

"It won't happen again.", you lower your eyes.

"I don't want there to be a next time Ms.y/l/n. You won't be excused then. You may leave now.", you bow and come out of the office.

You don't notice Jungkook standing behind the pillar and leave towards the common room. After the events of today on top of missing sleep yesterday night, you can't seem to focus on anything. Your head aches like crazy and you can't seem to keep your eyes open. So, you make some coffee from the office coffee machine and go back to the manager's office to review the schedule.

—

After you leave, Jungkook comes out and immediately leaves the building. He needs some fresh air, he thinks. Coming out of the building, he sits on the front steps and thinks about today. He heard your entire conversation with the director and is quite surprised. He expected you to blame everything on Jungkook, it was his fault after all. But you took the entire blame. If you had taken his name instead, the most he would've faced was a scolding at best, whereas you could've lost your job today. And all because of him.

He completely forgot about the photoshoot after yesterday. He was quite disturbed and left alone, not in the mood to go back to the dorm with everyone after the music show. So, he went to his studio apartment in town and spent the night there. He left his phone in his car and only got hold of it when he was on his way towards the office. He saw all the missed calls from you and the members and decided it's better to just come here and see what all the fuss was about instead of wasting time by calling back.

The past few weeks he gave you hell on purpose. He tried his very best to piss you off and make you leave as he didn't want to get attached. He hid the lyrics himself and blamed you for losing it, he intentionally gave you wrong addresses to pick him up from, he deliberately went late to shoots, insulted you in front of everyone and what not. But you didn't seem to be anywhere near leaving. But today really wasn't on purpose. He did forget about the photoshoot.

Jungkook had actually been quite attached to you in the few weeks you started working. You were growing on him so bad, that he couldn't even wake up in the morning without your call. He thought he didn't want to get attached but he already was. He couldn't even imagine coming to an office where you weren't present.

All these days, he tried his level best to make you quit but now that you were so close to losing your job, he couldn't take it. Just the thought of you not being there, of not seeing you everyday makes him restless. He can't let that happen, absolutely can't. Even a day without seeing your face, your bright smile, your round eyes seems like hell to him. He is thoroughly fucked, he realises. Whatever be it, he won't let you go now.

Jungkook comes inside the managers' office to see Jimin talking to you with no one else in the room.

"....That doesn't matter. The main reason I came here was to see whether you were okay.", Jimin seems to be in the middle of a conversation.

"I'm fine Jimin, don't worry.", you reply.

"Can I talk to you?", Jungkook speaks up. You turn around, surprised. "Sure."

"You sure you're okay?", Jimin asks for the final time and after you nod, he leaves, not even looking Jungkook's way.

"What's up?", you try to be cheerful.

"I….uhhh... I", he stutters while you patiently wait.

"Look, I'm…. sorry for today and all the other days, I really am. Can we start over?", he looks at you hopefully.

"You don't need to apologise. I'm just relieved that you are safe. You had me worried. But if you really want to start over, then sure.", you smile, tiredly.

Jungkook expected you to nag or at least say something in return, to his rude ass. But instead of that, you said you were… worried? You really were something else. Jungkook inwardly chuckles at your uniqueness.

—

The past few days have been better than ever. Jungkook seems to co-operate with you and doesn't give you as much of a hard time anymore. Though his insults have stopped his flirts and sexual innuendos are yet to cease. You don't mind that though, your work is all that matters and it seems to be going quite smoothly. You don't know what caused Jungkook's change of mind but you are happy nonetheless. He still is rude sometimes, when his mood is exceptionally bad, but it's nothing you can't handle.

Jungkook is sitting in the practice room with a grumpy face. You suddenly took a day off today, which you don't usually do and he seems off. How could you just take a leave without telling him? He came to know that you took the day off from Lisa when he was looking for you to discuss things. He's pissed off but kind of worried too wondering whether you were okay.

—

It has been a month since you have joined Big Hit and you received your first paycheck yesterday. You and gran are currently sitting at his favourite restaurant. You wanted to treat him with the best of things in life and what better way than having a lunch date in his favourite restaurant. You want this day to be perfect. The smile on his face is all you wish to see.

"I saw a picture of the group you work with. They're quite handsome. So, which one do you work for?", gran enquires excitedly while eating.

"Really gran?", you deadpan.

"What? Can't I be curious to know who my granddaughter works with?", he gives you puppy eyes and you relent, showing him a picture of Jungkook.

"You should bring him home someday.", he states.

"Gran, I'm the one who looks after his schedule. He's not my boyfriend."

"But he could be!", he says with a straight face.

"Gran!", you exclaim and he bursts out laughing, seeing your flustered state.

—

It's a few days later, Jungkook had an individual photoshoot this afternoon and after completing it, you and him are sitting in a restaurant inside the nearest mall, (since he said he was dying of hunger and couldn't wait till he reached the Big Hit building, his words not yours) waiting for your orders to be served while the others of your team went ahead to the office. Your table is situated beside the glass wall of the restaurant, overlooking the mall outside.

"So you are saying, you hate anything sweet?", you look bewildered.

"Yes? Why is that so hard to believe?", Jungkook asks nonchalantly.

"So you don't eat desserts, not even cake?", you ask, horrified.

"Why are you making it such a big deal?"

"Because it is big! It's huge!", you reply.

"Oh thanks.", he shoots you a suggestive wink.

"What..", you stop mid sentence after realising what he meant. How he turns even the most serious of conversations into something sexual, you'll never understand. And to top it off, you never get used to his innuendos, if the deep blush on your face is anything to go by. That's when you hear it.

"Ohh my god!!! Is that Jungkook?!", a girl screams from outside the restaurant and everybody nearby looks your way.

"It is!! It's Jungkook!!", and soon there's a huge crowd in front of the restaurant.

"Fuck!! Let's go!", Jungkook exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

"Where are we going?", you panic seeing the crowd bursting through the restaurant door.

"Out of here!!", he pulls you towards the backdoor and you quickly exit the small restaurant. You run through the mall, hand in hand dodging anyone in your way while a crowd follows you.

That's when you suddenly stop in front of a broadway window. A beautiful light orchid coloured floral lace embroidered dress adorns a mannequin. It has short sleeves and stops above the knee of the mannequin.

As you stop, Jungkook who was ahead of you, stops with a jolt too. He follows your line of sight and looks towards the dress.

"What are you doing?!", he asks incredulously.

"It's so beautiful.", you say with stars in your eyes.

"You do understand the situation we are in right?", he says dubiously and you scoff.

"There he is!!", you hear a girl screaming as the crowd nears you.

"We don't have time for this. Let's go!!", he pulls you towards the emergency exit.

After running and hiding, you both finally reach your car in the parking lot and you get inside, immediately starting the ignition. As you exit the parking lot, you are welcomed by heavy rain. It's almost 7 in the evening, and it's already completely dark outside.

"What were you thinking? Stopping in front of a shop while there's a crowd chasing us?!", Jungkook asks.

"In my defense, the dress was beautiful?", you say sheepishly and Jungkook laughs.

"Where are we going again?", he asks after a while.

"My house, since it's near. I can't drive much longer in this rain."

The rest of the ride passes in relative silence.

"Get ready to run.", you stop the car in front of your house and say looking at the downpour that keeps increasing in frequency with no sign of stopping.

Even though you run the few steps to your house, you are completely soaked by the time you reach your house. Water drips from your and Jungkook's clothes that keep clinging to your bodies like second skin. You enter your house and close the door behind you.

"I'm awfully wet!", you grumble.

You hear Jungkook chuckling at your words, and turn towards him.

"For me, babe?", he asks cheekily.

"Yah! Is that all you think about?", you exclaim and he bursts out laughing.

You ignore him and moving inside, notice gran sitting in his armchair, asleep. Putting your finger on your lips, you motion Jungkook to keep quiet and tiptoe towards your room while he looks at you amusedly.

"Y/n, is that you?", you hear gran's voice.

"How do you always know?", you ask, smiling while gran proceeds towards you.

"You are soaked! Go and change.", he exclaims, looking at your state.

Jungkook clears his throat beside you, trying to hold back his laughter and you glare at him. He really does have a one track mind.

"And who might this gentleman be?", gran enquires with a straight face while looking at Jungkook.

"Gran we can play 20 questions later. He needs to change first. The company will blame me if he catches a cold.", you say and tug Jungkook upstairs, towards your room.

You bring a few of gran's clothes for Jungkook to change into.

"You can change here, that's the bathroom.", you say motioning towards the bathroom attached to your room. "I'll be back.", you leave the room.

After changing into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you move back towards your room. You knock and get inside after hearing a small 'come in' from Jungkook. He is wearing the pajama bottoms and t-shirt of your gran that you handed him. They are a few sizes too big for him but he looks extremely cuddly in them. And might you add, cute too.

"It's beautiful.", he lets out, observing the large photo frame, covering almost the entirety of the wall above your bedpost.

"I know.", you say, while looking for his wet clothes to toss into the dryer.

"Where's this place?", he asks.

"Wish I knew.", you stop to look at the picture with a dazed expression.

It is a picture of a small wooden bridge overlooking a large pond. Though the thing that fascinates you the most are the numerous blooming white lilies covering the surface of the pond. The sky is painted in hues of pink, purple and orange which acts as the perfect canvas and makes the lilies look more enchanting.

Jungkook notices your dazed expression as you look at the picture.

"Remember the day I first saw you in the cemetery.", you don't wait for a reply and continue.

"I went to see mom and dad. They passed away in a car crash when I was 11. They were on their way to a business trip. This picture was the last mom clicked and it was saved in a folder by my name in her phone. Maybe she wanted to send it to me since white lilies are my favourite.", you smile, still looking at the picture.

Jungkook looks at the picture, then at you and notices your glassy eyes.

"Gran has been looking after me ever since, catering to each and every one of my needs. So, when it comes to him, I want to give him the world. Similarly, when it comes to me, he is a bit too protective. So, please don't mind if he says something.", you smile at him sheepishly.

"You should stay the night. We'll leave early tomorrow.", you say looking towards the window as it's still raining heavily outside.

"So was this your intention all along?", he suddenly asks.

"What?", you look at him, confused.

"Bringing me to your room? You know, you're not quite subtle in your advances.", he says with his signature smirk.

"Yah! Why do you always have to think that! You can leave now if you want to!", you fume.

"No thanks, I'll entertain your advances for tonight.", Jungkook says with a laugh.

You choose to ignore him and picking up his wet clothes from the bathroom, you move towards the door.

"You should come downstairs.", you say before leaving.

Jungkook looks at you leaving, with an amused smile. You are quite easy to fluster and he loves seeing your red face. As the door closes behind you, he turns around towards the picture. He takes out his phone and clicks a photo of the picture.

—

Tucking both your clothes in the dryer, you move towards the living area.

".....And she was a real hottie of her time.", gran is in the middle of a conversation while showing Jungkook, the picture of your grandmother.

"I'm sure she was.", Jungkook agrees while laughing.

You leave Jungkook alone with your gran for 15 minutes and they become equal perverts. You expected gran to bombard Jungkook with all kinds of questions, on the contrary, this scene brings a smile on your face. Jungkook does have a charming personality, after all. People are always attracted to him and unlike you, he's quick to make friends.

"I thought you to be a sweet innocent man.", you tease gran and he grins.

"Come on, sit down, let's have dinner.", you say.

"I'll help set up the plates.", Jungkook offers.

"I hope you're not giving my granddaughter a hard time.", gran asks seriously while eating.

"I used to. Not anymore.", Jungkook answers honestly.

"Good. Otherwise our drinking plans would've gone to waste.", gran says matter of factly.

"And when did that happen? You are absolutely not drinking. Not under my watch at least.", you glare at gran. "And hungover Jungkook is really a handful. So, you shouldn't either.", you reprimand.

Both of them look at each other and sigh. You chuckle at their childishness.

—

After dinner you wash the plates while Jungkook brings them to you.

"Gran, you should go to bed.", you say.

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow morning, son. Sleep well.", he says to Jungkook and moves towards his room.

"Goodnight gran. Call me if you need anything.", you say.

"Good night.", Jungkook adds.

Jungkook sits on the couch checking his phone and you are almost done washing the dishes when you hear the light melody of piano music playing.

"What's that?", Jungkook asks quizzically.

"Gran has quite an impressive collection of vinyl records, all related to my grandmother in some way. He plays one every night before going to bed. This one in particular, is the song he and grandma danced to at their prom night.", you say with a pleasant smile adorning your face.

"He really loved her, didn't he?", Jungkook says with something in his eyes that you can't quite place.

"He still does.", you move towards your room, motioning Jungkook with your hand to follow you. He seems to be broken out of his daze by your words.

Upstairs, you show Jungkook to the room beside yours.

"You can sleep here. The walls are thin, just give me a call if you need anything.", you exit the room, closing the door behind you.

Jungkook pulls off his t-shirt and goes to bed after you leave. Sleep doesn't come for a long time as he tosses and turns in bed thinking about today.

You seemed so different today, seeing you in your home, looking after your grandfather, laughing and scolding him, smiling at his antics. It's like Jungkook admires you more after seeing this side of you. He kind of envies you too. You are surrounded by so much love and peace. You get back as much love as you give. Whereas he never got to spend so much time with his parents. He never got so much love.

You reminded him of his mother too. Seeing the picture in your room and knowing about your love for white lilies, his mother was all he could think about. You are too good, too perfect.

—

Jungkook wakes up in a room that seems too familiar. Not being able to pinpoint where he is, he gets off the bed. Moving out of the room, he is greeted by the familiar corridor of his parents' house. He keeps walking and stops in front of a room. After pondering for some time, he opens the door and gets inside.

The scene inside makes him stop in his tracks. He stands there dumbfounded as he sees a younger version of himself sleeping peacefully beside his mother, while she lies at one side of the bed, a content expression adorning her face. Her left hand covered in cuts and blood, hangs from the edge of the bed with blood pooling on the floor beneath. He tries to move, to scream, to do something but he can't let out a single word.

He finally seems to get back his voice.

"No!", he sits up with a jolt.

—

It's almost 2 in the morning and you are working on Jungkook's schedule when you hear shuffling from his room beside. You think maybe he's going to the bathroom and get back to work. After some time, you hear a distinct shout and jostle out of your chair that you've been sitting on while working.

Quickly running up to his room, you don't bother knocking and immediately get inside. Jungkook is sitting up on the bed, shirtless, holding his face with both of his hands while mumbling something under his breath. If he didn't seem so traumatized, you would've definitely taken some time to admire his perfectly sculpted body.

You rush towards his side and sitting beside him, carefully place a hand on his back. He looks your way and says in a daze,

"She.. she…..my mother…she...killed herself. And I stood…... I stood there and I didn't do anything, again! I….. I couldn't do anything!", he chokes up with sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey! It was a dream. It was just a dream Jungkook.", you rub his back.

"But it wasn't! It wasn't just a dream!", he shouts.

"Shhhh shh. I know.", you hold him close while he nuzzles his face on your neck, hugging you tight, shoulders shaking slightly as he sobs.

"I was 13, she commited suicide after she came to know that my dad cheated for the third time. I was asleep beside her when she slit her wrist. After I woke up, she was already gone, her body cold to my touch.", Jungkook says after somewhat calming down. Not knowing what to say, you keep holding him."I stayed with him, for 2 years after that. When I was 15, I got this offer from Big Hit and immediately accepted it. I never went back again, to that place, that house which seemed so suffocating without mom.", he continues in a daze.

"You should go back to sleep.", you say after a while, trying to move away from his hold.

"No! Please don't leave me.", Jungkook pleads, tightening his hold on you. He looks so small and crushed right now that your own eyes fill with tears.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere.", you unwind his hands from your body and move backwards, leaning your body on the bedpost. You pat your lap motioning Jungkook to lie down. He doesn't need any convincing and quickly rests his head on your lap. You move your hands to his silky hair and tangle your fingers through them while Jungkook lets out a sigh looking at your face.

"Close your eyes. I'll be here.", you instruct and he follows without complaint. You become immersed in your thoughts while your fingers keep moving in his hair.

You would never have thought that Jungkook had to go through something so traumatic while he was still a child. You lost your parents too but it was nothing compared to what he had to go through. You can't imagine how a 13 year old boy must have felt after waking up to his dead mother beside him. He holds so much pain in his heart.

As his earlier helpless expression comes to mind, something stirs in your heart. That small boy is still there trapped in his heart, terrified, just needing someone to extend their hands and help him, love him, cherish him. He deserves the world and so much more, you think. He deserves everything that he has today, that he has worked so hard for.

—

The next morning Jungkook wakes up as bright sunlight falls on his face. Opening his eyes, your sleeping face is the first thing he notices. He smiles, looking at you. You sleep soundly, a content look adorning your face while your hands are tangled in his hair.

Last night comes to his mind and he quickly gets up from your lap, gently removing your hand from his head. He frowns, pissed at himself.

How could he have said those things to you yesterday. He doesn't regret sharing his darkest secrets to you, he trusted you that much. But he was pissed thinking how could he burden you with all of that. It's a lot to take in at once, he knows. How could he lose control like that? Moreover, he didn't want you to pity him. To look at him any differently.

With all those thoughts in mind, he gets up from the bed and putting on the t-shirt, he moves out of the room.

Downstairs, he is greeted by your gran sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in hand. He notices Jungkook and smiles

"Good morning.", Jungkook greets.

"Good morning.", gran's cheerful face morphs into a serious one as Jungkook sits opposite him.

He sits there, waiting for gran to say something.

"I didn't see Y/n in her room this morning.", gran states.

"I….uhh..", Jungkook stutters not knowing where he was going with this while gran keeps staring at him as if he could clearly see through him.

"Y/n is the closest to my heart. I don't need her to spell things out for me to understand. Nobody knows her better than me. She may seem strong and happy. She looks after everyone. But from time to time she needs assurance and care too. She needs someone to look after her. Don't hurt her, son. Cherish her. She will need someone when I'm not there.", gran completes, looking at Jungkook hopefully. Not knowing what to say, Jungkook just nods like he means it.

—

You and Jungkook drive back to the office after bidding farewell to gran. Everything seems normal with Jungkook joking and flirting as usual. He doesn't talk about the previous night though and you don't mention it either.

—

You've had your hands full for the past few weeks since BTS released an album. The boys are all busy practicing their choreo, performing on a multitude of shows like Mnet, KBS, MBC, SBS, MTV and the like per week, showing their skills in performance, holding live shows, open concerts held by media stations, photoshoots with various concepts and what not in their hometown alone. A tour is also scheduled starting from the month after the next.

You rarely have any time to rest, moving from place to place, venue to venue with Jungkook and the members. Other times when the members remain busy in practice, you and the other managers remain engaged in organising the schedules and setting up dates for events, talking with sponsors and what not and you've hardly spoken to Jungkook out of the office.

You are currently getting ready to leave since it's almost 7 in the evening, after completing a discussion about the terms of some sponsors with the others' managers when the members come inside after practice.

You bid farewell and move towards the parking lot to return home. You are so tired that you just want to get under the blankets and sleep for 12 hours straight. You are inside your car, starting the ignition when a very sweaty Jungkook comes running your way.

"Wait!", he says.

"Did you need something?", you ask quizzically from inside the car.

"Uhh.. I want the day off tomorrow. Is that possible to arrange in my schedule?", he asks, bending down and resting his hands on the window of your side.

"I don't think you have anything important scheduled tomorrow, apart from practice. So, if you are okay missing that, then sure. I'll speak to the others.", you say.

"Okay. Thanks.", he gives you a smile, still standing there, not showing any signs to move away.

"Anything else?", you ask.

"No. That's all."

"Okay. Then will you please move away?", you ask, confused. He still doesn't move.

"Jungkook?"

"Why are you not asking why I need a day off?", he sulks.

"Because that's your personal matter?", you ask unsurely.

"But as my manager, you should know.", he insists.

"Jungkook. Do you want me to ask?", you smile and he nods with a grin.

"Okay, so why do you need a day off?"

"I'm not gonna tell you, darling. That's a surprise.", he grins sneakily.

"Hey!", you exclaim incredulously.

"Be ready tomorrow. I'll pick you up at noon.", he turns around and moves back towards the building.

"What?", you ask.

"And don't wear a dress."

"Jungkook! I can't take the day off!", you shout back but he doesn't turn around and enters the building.

"Tsk. This troublemaker!", you sigh and drive away.

—

You got up early in the morning to make phone calls and after a lot of difficulty, you managed to arrange a day off for both you and Jungkook. It's almost noon now and you are still standing in front of your closet, not knowing what to wear. Jungkook asked you not to wear a dress and you hardly own anything apart from dresses.

Despite having a lot of trouble arranging the leave, you are quite excited to be honest. You don't know why Jungkook asked you to take a leave or where you're going but you are looking forward to it nonetheless.

Is it possible that it's a date? You quickly drive out that thought as soon as it comes to mind. How can that be possible? Why would someone like Jungkook ask you on a date? It must be something related to your job. But you still want to look good, not for him, of course not. But for yourself. That's what you try to tell yourself, anyway.

You finally choose something you like and get dressed. You are wearing a pastel green crop top with navy blue skinny jeans and a blue denim jacket. Your hair tied in a loose braid. You are busy tying your shoes when your phone rings.

"I'm here.", Jungkook says as you pick up.

"I'll be down in a second.", you let out, taking your backpack with you that contains all your necessary commodities as you descend down the stairs.

You check yourself in the mirror for the last time and proceed downstairs. Coming outside, you are greeted by a very handsome Jungkook dressed in black from head to toe. He's wearing a black t-shirt with black fitted jeans and a black leather jacket. His coal black hair rests upon his forehead, messy locks, parted in the middle. A pair of black sunglasses adorn his face, just like the first day you met him.

Jungkook seems to be in a daze as he stands there looking at you. He has always seen you wearing dresses but you look so nice today. Not that you don't the other days. You always look good actually. But Jungkook can't seem to look away as he sees you wearing something different.

He is broken out of his trance as you stand directly in front of him.

"Is this okay?", you ask hesitantly, motioning towards your clothes.

"It's perfect…. ", Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat, "Uhhhh…I mean… you look nice babe. Now let's go.", he controls himself.

You frown at his nickname and follow behind him. That's when you notice it. A black motorbike is parked beside your car and Jungkook proceeds towards it. He turns around and smirks seeing your surprised face.

"Is this why you asked me not to wear a dress?", you ask, terrified.

"Yepp!", he passes you a helmet.

"Ohh no. No no. I'm not getting on that.", you squeak and Jungkook laughs.

"Ohh come on. It'll be fun, I swear."

"Absolutely not. Do you even know how to drive this?", you exclaim.

"Of course I do.", he says, offended.

"We can just take my car.", you insist, moving towards your car when Jungkook grabs your hand and stops you.

"Trust me.", he says with a serious expression, holding out the helmet.

After pondering for a while, you finally relent, taking the helmet and fastening it.

"Get on.", he instructs, clearly pleased, his own helmet in place.

"Hold on tight.", he lets out as you sit behind him, placing your hands on his shoulder and starts the engine.

"What..", you are cut off as he gains speed and swiftly moves through the road.

"Slow down!", he doesn't pay you any mind and speeds up.

You quickly move your hands from his shoulders to his middle, grasping him tightly from behind and close your eyes. He laughs at you though his heartbeat picks up at the proximity.

After a few minutes, you open your eyes and look around. It doesn't seem as terrifying, you notice. You enjoy it actually, looking at the buildings, trees and houses that pass by you in a blink.

Jungkook finally stops in front of a restaurant and turns off the engine. You get down and pull off your helmet.

"How was it?", he asks after taking both your helmets and handling it to the valet in front of the restaurant.

"It wasn't that bad.", you look away, embarrassed at your initial mortification and Jungkook laughs.

"Is this the surprise?", you ask Jungkook after sitting down on a table inside the restaurant.

"Nah. I was just hungry. Here we won't be rudely interrupted like before."

After ordering, the food comes pretty fast and Jungkook almost inhales everything within seconds.

"How do you still have a body like that, when you literally inhale all your food?", you ask, bewildered.

"Body like what?", he looks your way with a cheeky expression but you don't notice, busy eating.

"You know, all the defined abs, pecs, muscles and what not.", you finally look up and notice his smug expression. "No, I mean..", you try to backtrack in vain.

"Do you want a taste?", he whispers, raising an eyebrow.

"That's not what I…"

"You just need to say the word baby.", he continues with a sultry expression, moving closer to your face from across the table.

You are interrupted by the waiter bringing your dessert (Jungkook didn't order since he doesn't like anything sweet which you still have a hard time to believe) and Jungkook moves away with a smirk. The waiter gives you a knowing glance and your previously flushed face becomes even more red.

"I've been meaning to ask you a question for a long time now.", Jungkook says with a serious expression while observing you greatly enjoying your brownie.

"What is it?", you ask with your mouth full.

"Who's your bias?", he finally says.

"Umm, I don't have one now.", you say honestly.

"But I'm sure you at least had one?"

"Yeah.", you say sheepishly while Jungkook looks at you hopefully. "But I don't wanna say.", you reply, noticing his expression.

"Ohh come on! Tell me!", he insists.

"Jimin."

"Ohh. Of course it is.", he lets out, rolling his eyes.

After that you quickly change the topic and force Jungkook to have a bite of your brownie which he clearly likes but doesn't admit. He doesn't need to as you pass more than half of it to him.

Getting out of the restaurant, you are literally buzzing with excitement to get on the bike again and can't seem to stop your grin.

"You seem excited.", Jungkook says, noticing your elevated mood.

"I may or may not like riding it.", you supply, motioning towards his bike. "Will you teach me how to drive it after we are done with all the tours and promotions?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course.", Jungkook replies, content to see you so thrilled and happy.

"I'm glad you finally admitted.", Jungkook says getting on his bike.

"Then you should admit too, how much you liked the brownie.", you say cheekily after sitting behind him.

"I loved it actually.", he admits too and you laugh, securing your hands around him.

"Good because I'm a pretty good baker. My brownie is gran's favourite."

—

After driving for another hour and 45 minutes, Jungkook stops the bike and you get down after him. The place seems familiar but you can't quite pinpoint where you've seen it before. Removing your helmet you notice a wooden bridge and move towards it while Jungkook takes the helmet away.

You get on the bridge and your breath catches in your throat at the scene. It is the same pond from your picture at home, covered by a bunch of blooming white lilies. It's almost 5 in the evening now, and the sky is covered in similar hues of pink and purple. You stand there mesmerised by the view.

You've searched and yearned to see this place for 12 years and now that you're finally here, you can't keep your emotions at bay. You keep standing as an invisible weight lifts from your heart. Standing here, you feel like you came somewhat more closer to your parents. You could picture your dad stopping his car here, while your mother clicked the photo.

"I came to know about this place yesterday. Thought you might want to see.", Jungkook says unsurely as you haven't yet let out a single word, your back facing him as he stands behind you.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped….", he stops mid sentence as you turn around with red eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I can't..", you let out between sobs. You place your hands around his neck, tightly embracing him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook hugs you back though surprised. He's relieved that you liked it. But he didn't expect you to cry. Jungkook has known you for almost a year now. He has pissed you off, insulted you, almost caused you to lose your job but you've never cried once. This is the first time he's seeing you cry and he already hates it. He realises he hates it when you cry and doesn't ever want to see your tears again.

With that thought in mind, he breaks the hug and looks at your red tear stained face. Raising his hands, he gently rubs away your tears before the hands gently cup your face. His large hands are warm on your cheeks and the feeling comforts you. By the time your eyes find his, you are surprised to find him already staring. He seems to be gazing deep into your soul, thousands of emotions swimming in his orbs. Jungkook finally seems to reach a decision, the determination evident in him and he is moving his face towards yours.

At the first touch of his lips against yours, you close your eyes and kiss him back. It's a short chaste kiss, almost a peck, lasting not more than mere seconds as he moves away, resting his forehead against yours. You open your eyes and notice him staring at you.

"Please, don't ever cry again", he whispers softly and you nod.

—

On the way back, you hold on to Jungkook, resting your head on his back, content with today. You never expected him to do something like this for you. Even though Jungkook didn't tell you how he found this place, even after asking a thousand times, you feel happy. Thinking about him, going out of his way to look for this place just for you, makes your heart skip a beat.

Jungkook stops in front of an unknown building and gets off while you look at him quizzically.

"My apartment's on the 12th floor. Nobody knows about it, I usually come here when I want to be alone or don't feel well."

"I need to leave my bike here. I brought my car when I left the dorms.", he says sheepishly after a pause.

"So I'm guessing nobody knows about the bike either?", you ask sneakily and Jungkook shakes his head.

"Would you like to come in?", he asks.

"Sure.", you reply.

You get inside and observe the interiors. The apartment in itself isn't too large but has plenty of space. Everything here, starting from the sofa to the paintings hanging on the walls, scream Jungkook. The place suits him, you note.

"Come on. I'll give you a tour of the place.", Jungkook says.

"Is this where you were that day when you forgot about the photoshoot?", you ask while following him through the house. Jungkook nods apologetically and you wave him off, laughing.

—

"And this is the bedroom.", Jungkook says, getting inside his bedroom last. It's quite simple with a king sized bed, a closet and a bedside table. The thing that draws your attention is the view from the large glass window on one side of the room overlooking the city.

"It's beautiful!", you exclaim, moving towards the window.

"It's the best part.", Jungkook agrees, standing beside you.

You look his way and notice him intently looking out the window. He has opened his leather jacket and is standing there in his t-shirt and jeans. The lights from outside reflect on his face and make him look angelic. He seems so content and at peace at this moment, looking out the window, completely opposite from the way he looked that night at your house, broken and devastated.

He looks your way after a while and noticing you looking at him, gives you a smile.

"I have something that belongs to you.", you say, moving away from the window and looking inside your backpack. You shove your purse back inside your backpack after taking out the picture from it. You proceed towards Jungkook who's still standing in front of the window, looking at you quizzically and hand him the picture.

He stands frozen in place, looking at the picture.

"That day at the cemetery, it fell out of your pocket. I went to give it back but you didn't give me a chance to speak. I'm sorry for not returning it sooner."

Jungkook places the picture on his nightstand and turning your way, he closes the distance between you in a few strides. He gives you an unreadable look before his lips are on yours, pushing you against the window. It's nothing like the kiss you shared before, in fact it's the complete opposite.

Jungkook kisses you with such an intensity that immediately losing track of all your thoughts, he is all you can feel. He kisses you in a bruising way, all teeth and tongue and you close your eyes, kissing him back, trying to match his pace. He bites your lip and you let out a moan giving him a way to insert his tongue into your mouth. He takes like heaven and you lose yourself in him. To make matters worse, he rolls his tongue against yours in such a manner that you forget everything else and become drunk on him.

Out of breath, you break the kiss taking in lung-fulls of air. You grasp his hair with one hand, the other pulling him closer as he keeps littering kisses along your jaw and neck. He swiftly grabs your hands with his and pins them against the window just over your head, holding you exactly where he wants you as his lips come back to yours full force. He is standing so close that both your bodies are flush against each other.

He lets go of your hands, moving away slightly to pull off your denim jacket while you tug at his t-shirt and he obliges, pulling it off with a cheeky smirk. You are greeted by his mouth watering body which can easily give a Greek god a run for his money.

You don't get time to admire his body as he closes the space, hungry lips back on you and you let out a whine of disapproval.

"I know you love my body but you can drool over it next time baby.", Jungkook says, voice husky with need. You can feel every ridge of his body crushing against yours, barely separated by your flimsy top.

You graze your hands from his shoulders, to his nipples and down to his abs, making sure to touch every nook of his naked upper body against your soft palm. You move your hands lower, thumb tracing his v-line and he lets out a groan, goosebumps noticeable on his honeyed skin.

You rest your hands on the waistband of his jeans while Jungkook continues licking and sucking against your neck. As he bites on a certain spot on your collarbone, you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your whole body buzzing with need and you can feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Jungkook trails his hands lower, brushing against your sides and inserts them inside your top. His calloused fingers graze your stomach and navel, causing shivers down your spine. He moves higher, palm resting over the lace of your bra, when the doorbell rings.

Jungkook stops, clearly annoyed at the interruption and looks at your face. His own face is flushed with swollen lips and blown out eyes and you can only imagine how you might look right now.

"Wait here.", he says, moving away as the bell keeps ringing and putting on his t-shirt, he walks out of the room.

—

It has been minutes since Jungkook went outside and being impatient you pull on your jacket, fix your hair and exit the room.

In the living room, you see Jungkook standing with a girl near the door. The girl stands too close to him, holding him by the elbow, saying something and he stands there with no sign of moving away. The girl must be a few years older and really pretty, you notice with brown hair, doe eyes and a symmetrical face. She is wearing complete black overalls just like Jungkook.

You get back inside the bedroom and pick up your backpack, heart hammering in your chest and come back out. You can feel your hopes getting crushed.

"No Hanah, I can't. I have a guest.", Jungkook seems to be in the middle of a conversation, a tired look adorning his face.

"It's fine. I was just leaving.", you pipe up and Jungkook looks your way, clearly alarmed.

"I told you to wait.", he says with wide eyes looking your way.

"I can't. Gran's home alone.", you say softly.

"Let me drop you.", he offers moving towards the bowl resting on his coffee table to take out his keys.

"No, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow.", you insist, putting on your shoes.

"But…"

"Ohh come on, Gguk. She isn't a child. She's saying she'll be fine.", the girl, Hanah, cuts him off.

Not waiting for him to say anything else, you move out of the apartment. The entire way out of the apartment, from the elevator to the bus stop, you expect Jungkook to come running and stop you but he doesn't. Of course, why would he? He has better things to do.

You get back home and without a word, move to your room. The entire night, you toss and turn on the bed thinking about Jungkook. How tired he looked while talking to Hanah, how easily he listened to her which was so unlike him. He said nobody knew about his apartment, apparently he forgot to mention her.

You are not sure what to think. You clearly crossed a line today with Jungkook. He made you feel like you were the only one in the world that meant something to him. He made you feel special. He gifted you something today that you could never be enough thankful to him for. But at the same time he was also the one that could make you feel like you were nothing. You meant nothing. It left a pang in your chest.

The next moment you realise how selfish and unreasonable you are being. He's an idol after all. It's not like he's your boyfriend, he can talk to anyone he wants. Moreover, he was just talking. Maybe it was a friend he met after a long time.

With these thoughts in mind, you try to stop thinking about anything else and think about the day, about him showing you the place that's dearest to you, about him rubbing away your tears, about his kisses.

—

The next morning you wake up after the few hours of sleep that you had, as refreshed as you can be. You feel extremely guilty thinking about the way you behaved, leaving so abruptly, after he did something so special for you. You take a shower and drive towards your office deciding to apologise.

You don't see him the entire day as he is busy in practice making up for the leave. You are currently standing in front of the coffee machine in the break room talking animatedly with Jisung, Jimin's manager about a book you recently read.

"But why did Dawson have to die?", you exclaim.

"Because otherwise the plot wouldn't have been as interesting.", Jisung laughs.

"Hey.", Jungkook says and you turn around, surprised.

"See you later Y/n.", Jisung says and moves away.

"Hi.", you say.

"Did you get home alright?", he asks after an awkward silence.

"Yeah.", you both stand there in silence and finally decide to say something.

"Listen, I hope I wasn't rude yesterday. I just wanted to give you some space and didn't want to interfere, besides I needed to get home too, you know for gran."

"No, it's alright.", he smiles.

You wanted to ask him more. You wanted to know who the girl was, why she knew about his place and what she was doing there late at night but you quickly controlled yourself, not wanting to be any more rude than you already had been.

"I really appreciate that you took me there yesterday, Jungkook and I couldn't thank you enough.", you rather say.

"You don't have to. Besides, I'm really thankful too that you kept the picture with you, even after me being my usual jerk self.", he grins, "The picture really means a lot to me. It's the last one I have of my mother.", you smile as everything seems to be normal between you.

—

It's a few days later, it's almost dark outside as you return to the office after discussing some terms and conditions with a sponsor. You and the members with their respective managers are leaving for an interview to promote their album (which will be held out of town), the day after tomorrow for a week and you have to make sure that everything goes well, without a hitch.

You don't notice anything unusual as you take the elevator and ascend upwards. As you come out, the entire floor consisting of the common rooms and practice rooms seems empty with no one in sight. Confused, you proceed towards the common room which is dark and as you switch on the lights,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY.!!", everybody screams, coming out of their hiding spots.

"How did you guys know?", you say with a huge grin.

"Jungkook told us a few days ago.", Taehyung pipes up from beside you.

You look towards Jungkook who gives you a smug look.

"I brought your favourite cake!", Jimin exclaims next.

"Thank you so much guys!", you say, beyond delighted.

"Come on, let's go cut the cake.", Jieun says.

After cutting the cake, exchanging gifts and washing off the cream from the cake that everyone ladled your face with, you are now sitting alone in the balcony of the common room, overlooking the city at night. Just thinking about today, makes you happy. Ever since your parents passed away, you never celebrated any of your birthdays. Of course, gran always insisted, but everytime you politely declined. So every year, you spend this day like any other with just the exception of gran giving you a gift at night before you went to bed.

But today after celebrating it with the people that have become so close to you, you feel content, happy. You don't think you missed anything all these years but it feels nice to be with everyone on your special day once in a while. And to think that Jungkook planned all this just for you, makes you feel even more special.

Ever since he came, your life has been nothing but good. Sure, he was rude at first and you literally hated him for being such a jerk but after you came to know him properly, you have realised he's nothing but sweet and considerate and just needs some love and care. You can never forget all the things he's done for you. The more you think about him, the more you grow to admire and like him.

"What are you doing here alone?", Jungkook asks, sitting beside you.

"Just thinking about today. What's that?", you motion towards the box in his hand.

"You didn't think that I won't give you a gift on your special day when everyone else is giving you one, right?", he raises an eyebrow.

"You've arranged this party. Also, you've given me the greatest gift by taking me to show the lilies. What more can I possibly want?", you smile.

"It was nothing compared to what you do for me everyday, baby. Open it.", he passes you the box with a wink.

You relent with a sigh, opening the ribbon, you remove the lid of the box. You look inside and your heartbeat picks up. There lies neatly, the dress you saw at the mall that day while running away from Jungkook's fangirls.

"You remembered.", you state, looking up at him with a soft expression.

"Of course.", he gives you a bunny grin.

You can't explain, you feel so overwhelmed right now. How can someone be so perfect?

"I have something to say to you.", you say not being able to control your feelings anymore.

"Go ahead.", Jungkook says nonchalantly.

You suck in a deep breath. You feel as though you are sweating from every pore of your body. Was the balcony spinning? It felt like it was spinning. You never felt this vulnerable and out of control in a long, long time. You never thought someone as withdrawn, shy and introverted as you would ever think about doing this, let alone actually doing it.

"I'm going to go right out and say it before I lose my nerve- Jungkook, I like you. A lot. I know it's weird and out of the blue but.. it happened. I don't want to push it down anymore. Despite the fact that you can be cocky or obnoxious or unpredictable, you're so much more as well. You're considerate, passionate, complex and I want each and every part of that. Of you. I think I've wanted that for a long time now."

Jungkook is still, absorbing your words. "Are you drunk?", he quietly asks and you shake your head.

"Ah, okay. I….", Jungkook sucks in a breath.

"You?", you bite your lip nervously, gnawing at it.

"I'm sorry."

You felt your blood run cold and you want nothing more than to turn back time.

"I don't think we should do this."

You feel your heart plummet to your stomach and it's as though someone has tied weights to your arms, dragging you down. A cloud hung over your head and you were paralyzed and helpless, only staring him in the eye.

"This.. this can't happen. It won't work out. You and I could never work out. You and I.. that's something we can never be. Friends maybe. It was nice being friends with you. But…. I'm sorry.", he doesn't meet your gaze.

There's silence between the two of you, the air tense. You feel tears brimming your eyes and your vision is blurry. The last thing you want was for him to watch you cry. You manage to choke on your tears, trying to contain them, though your throat swells despite your efforts.

"Yeah, sure. We can stay friends.", you stand up and Jungkook follows. Neither of you miss the crack of your voice.

Jungkook gives you a sympathetic look, reaching out for you, "Y/n…"

Your lips tremble. The way he says your name, no nickname, without a tone of teasing or familiarity, instead it sounds as though it's clipped like he was calling out for a stranger.

"I should go.", you rush, words curt and broken, strained as you tried to choke them out clearly enough for him to even be able to decipher what you were trying to say.

His fingers grip onto your shoulder as you turn around, you both tense. You freeze, eyes glassy as you look back to him, slowly gripping his fingers, knowing it could very well be the last time you did so. Your hand trembles as you slowly push his hand away and he gulps, staring at the movement as his hand slips off. He lets it hang, dangling by his side.

He doesn't know what to say and you know that. But at the same time, he's said all he needs to. You got the message and there's no way for you to misinterpret it.

"I'm so sorry.", he says one last time, voice barely above a whisper.

You don't respond, moving away as quickly as you could towards the bathroom. Tears roll down your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away.

—

Sitting inside the bathroom stall, you thought back to everything that happened between the two of you, memories swimming in your head. How he kissed you so tenderly on the bridge and rubbed away your tears. You could still feel his hands cradling you while you were sobbing, asking no questions and simply holding your shaking form. More tears slipped down your cheeks when you remembered that night at his apartment, touching, kissing, his words, cheeky and annoying as always. When he joked with your gran and said…. God, it was too much. You couldn't handle it. You misread all of it and you were the one left to be the fool from how you misinterpreted every little gesture to mean something far more than it actually did.

But you were wrong. Jungkook didn't like you. He never would. Maybe it was because he didn't date or maybe it was just you. It made sense. You weren't good enough. You never would be, not for someone as special as Jungkook at least.

Coming out of the bathroom, you come face to face with a disheveled Jungkook.

"Y/n…"

"I'll leave you alone now.", you say quietly, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I guess I never will be.", Jungkook opens his mouth to say something but you are already gone.

—

You spend the entire night tossing and turning in bed without a single blink of sleep. As time passes, you feel more and more guilty. You realise just how much unfair you were being. You had no right to behave with him in such a manner. You can't force someone to love you, after all. So he doesn't love you, big deal. You'll get over it.

Your last words to him keep ringing in your mind. 'I'll leave you alone now', you had said when he pleaded you not to, that night at your house, when he woke up after a nightmare. If he wants to be just friends then that's what you will be but you will never leave him alone when he clearly needs someone, you decide.

The next day was a Sunday and you spent the entire day packing your bags and checking and rechecking whether everything was on schedule. You try not to think about Jungkook too much but it doesn't quite work. He's literally all you can think about and eventually, you stop trying.

—

It's finally D-Day and you are at the airport waiting for boarding. Everybody is present including the members and their managers. Jungkook sits opposite you in the waiting area in his all black clothing, trying his best to not look your way and you are wearing the jeans you wore that day you went out with Jungkook and a lilac hoodie.

You haven't yet tried to talk to Jungkook and he doesn't seem too keen on doing that either. Apart from deliberately ignoring you, he's somewhat normal with the others, behaving in the way he always does. But after a year of being his manager, you can tell that something's going on with him.

After the boarding call, you get on the flight. You carefully sift through your belongings checking that nothing's missing. You have a suitcase along with a duffel and tote bag. You try your best to lift the duffel bag to shove inside the overhead bin of the first class compartment but in vain. First of all, the bag is too heavy, moreover, your height doesn't help.

That's when someone takes the bag from you. You see Jungkook's tattooed hand before his face and turn around as he easily deposits your bag overhead.

"Thank you.", you say but he doesn't look your way, moving towards his seat which happens to be just beside yours, separated by a partition.

The 4 hour flight passes in awkward silence between you and Jungkook though Jimin who sits parallely to you keeps you company. 

The rooms of the members and managers are reserved on the same floor for convenience and you are currently waiting in the lobby of the hotel for check in.

You people came a few days early so that the members could rehearse on stage for their performance. You stay here till two days after the interview which is still a good 4 days away and leave early on the third.

After checking in, you finally get inside your room (that is sandwiched between Jungkook's and Yeri's with Namjoon's room right across) and immediately lie down on the bed. It's dark outside after the long flight and you are completely exhausted and jet-lagged.

 —

The next day you are all present at the venue. You are currently checking Jungkook's mic and it's attachments while he is standing in front of you. You hand him the mic back and move away.

You both seem to be working together fine today but he isn't too keen on talking about something outside of work. You tried to talk after you all reached the venue but he completely disregarded you saying, "Let's not do this now."

You don't understand why he's being so distant when you are the one who should feel awkward being rejected. You also never thought you would say this, but you miss his overly sleazy nicknames. He tries his best not to interact with you directly but at times when he absolutely needs to, he always addresses you as Y/n which he never ever did before and even the others noticed giving you both confused looks.

"So what's wrong with you two?", Jieun asks while you are sitting backstage, taking a coffee break.

"Huh?", you try to act nonchalant.

"You know, you and Jungkook."

"Did you finally sleep together?!", Lisa pipes up excitedly from beside you.

"What?", you splutter out your coffee in your haste.

"Ohh come on. It's quite obvious. Everybody notices the sexual tension between you two.", Jieun says matter of factly.

"It's nothing like that!", you insist with a heavily flushed face.

"Uh huh, sure. We notice all those lingering stares and touches, Y/n.", Lisa says.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Oh yeah? Please explain this then.", Jieun says motioning towards Jungkook who's on stage directly looking your way, as if proving her point. He quickly looks away as he notices you staring and walks away.

"Honestly? I don't know what he wants. I confessed to him, the day before yesterday and he rejected me. He's not talking to me since then, even though I tried to, a million times and now giving me all these mixed signals.", you say tiredly.

"You confessed? As in, you confessed your love?", Lisa asks and you nod with glassy eyes. Now they are the ones who look surprised.

"Ohh Y/n, I'm so sorry.", Jieun whispers, hugging you.

"That's what he said.", you sniffle.

"That dumbass!", Lisa exclaims, joining the hug.

You guys break the hug after a while and coming out, you stand with the other managers below the stage while the members are busy fooling around on stage after the first half of the practice. That's when you notice her, getting on stage and moving towards the workstation and equipments that are set up on one side of the stage after passing a quite obvious wink to Jungkook whose brows furrow.

"What's she doing here?", you ask surprised.

"Jungkook's ex? She's in charge of the lights.", Yeri, Namjoon's manager pipes up.

"Hanah?", you query, bewildered.

"Yeah. Try to keep your distance though. She's a real bitch. I don't understand how someone like Jungkook could be with her.", she says.

"Ummm.. do you know why they broke up?", you question hesitantly.

"Apparently, Jungkook walked in on her cheating on him with her best friend. Had a real nasty fight. She wasn't too resentful though, from what I heard.", Yeri supplies and you immediately grow a dislike towards her.

"We all hate her, including the members. Though I'm not quite sure about Jungkook.", Jisung states while the others laugh.

You look up and notice Jungkook standing with Hanah at the side of the stage and talking. You notice her looking your way with a smirk. She places a kiss on his cheek next and moves away. Automatically, Jungkook's eyes fall on you too and you quickly look away, feeling your heart break at the scene.

It was one thing to be rejected and something entirely different, seeing the person you love, with someone else. You weren't over the rejection yet and now you had to suffer through an entire week watching them being close. It's going to be a tough week, you realise.

It's almost dark outside by the time the members finish practice and you all are currently waiting for your cars to pull up. You are animatedly talking to Jimin about a cat you recently found back home when Hanah comes up to you.

"You are Jungkook's manager right?", she asks while everyone looks your way.

"Yeah.", you reply.

"Would you mind exchanging rooms with me?"

"Sorry?", you ask, bewildered.

"My room's 2 floors above yours. I would like to be on the same floor as Jungkook but no vacant rooms are available. I'm sure you wouldn't mind.", she states.

"Do you want me to?", you directly ask Jungkook who is standing beside you.

"What?", he resembles a deer caught in headlights as he looks equally surprised, by your words or Hanah's proposal, you are not quite sure.

"Do you want me to change rooms?", you ask with a straight face.

"I don't care. Do what you want.", he lets out.

"Okay then.", you look back at Hanah determinedly.

"I'm sorry but I would like to stay where I am.", you state and get inside the van that finally pulls up while she stands there dumbfounded.

"Too bad. You can always share rooms with me though.", Jimin teases with a chuckle to which she scoffs and proceeds towards her own car.

In your haste to get inside the van, you don't notice Jungkook, otherwise you would've seen him trying his best not to crack a smile.

—

The next 2 days pass in a similar manner with Hanah practically latching herself onto Jungkook, every chance she gets while Jungkook does nothing to stop her. Today is the final rehearsal before the show tomorrow and everybody is running around desperately checking and rechecking everything.

You are currently standing backstage. You were coming back after checking Jungkook's attire for tomorrow when you noticed him having brownies with Hanah in the green room. You thought he didn't like sweets. You thought you were the only one he ate brownies with. Apparently, you were wrong.

Not having the time to reminisce, you move in a hurry to get back to monitoring the rehearsal recording. You are in such a rush that you don't notice the box of props in your way. You stumble across and fall down, twisting your ankle.

Immense pain shoots up your leg and your eyes fill up with tears. It hurts so bad that you can't get up and keep sitting down, face scrunched in agony.

"Y/n? Oh god, did you fall down?", Jimin comes running your way and you nod.

"Can you walk?", he queries.

"I can't. My ankle is throbbing.", you let out.

"Okay. Come on.", Jimin places one on your back, another beneath your knees and lifts you up princess style. You clasp your hands around his neck, face still crumpled at the persistent ache.

Everybody comes running up as they notice Jimin carrying you. Jungkook came out of the green room after hearing the chaos outside. His face hardens, seeing you in Jimin's arms but it immediately softens after looking at your scrunched up face.

"What happened?", he comes running.

"She fell down and twisted her ankle.", Jimin replies as he gently places you on a chair.

Jungkook removes the shoe and socks from your injured leg delicately and applies ice on your ankle. As the doctor from your crew arrives, Jungkook moves and sits beside you.

"No need to worry. It's just a sprain. Apply ice regularly and it should be as good as new within days.", the doctor smiles. He applies a spray and wraps it up in a bandage.

"How do you feel?", Jungkook asks worriedly after everyone leaves.

"I'm fine. It's just a dull pain."

"You should stay here. I'll let you know before we have to leave." and he leaves too. You decide to take his advice.

"Do you need me to carry you again?", Jimin comes up to you as it's time to leave.

"Uhh.. sur-"

"No thanks. She'll be fine.", Jungkook cuts you off with a serious expression and Jimin nods.

"I'll carry you.", Jungkook says.

"It's fine, I can walk.", you object.

"Stop being stubborn for once and do as I say.", he looks frustrated.

"I don't think I'm the one that's being stubborn.", you counter.

"Please listen to me.", he says tiredly and sits on the ground in front of you, his back facing you.

"Come on."

You relent and get on his back, entwining your hands around his neck from behind as he holds your legs to secure you in place and gets up. You place your head in the hollow of his neck. You almost lose yourself in his familiar woody cologne and let out a deep sigh as he starts moving towards the exit. He shivers at the sensation of your hot breath touching his neck.

—

Jungkook drops you off at your room in the same manner after getting out of the van upon reaching the hotel. Hanah didn't seem to have processed the situation too well as she kept giving you hardened eyes and death glares the entire day while the others enjoyed it a little too much giving you knowing glances, especially Lisa and Jieun.

"Don't forget to take the painkillers.", Jungkook speaks for the first time after coming out of the venue and you nod.

"Are we never gonna talk? You know we need to.", you say, noticing Jungkook leaving. He turns around and looks at your face, opening his mouth to say something but quickly decides otherwise and leaves your room.

—

The next morning you wake up early as BTS has the interview today. The pain in your ankle is a lot less though it still hurts to walk properly. But you don't have time to think about it since today is going to be a hectic day.

At the venue, you keep checking up on Jungkook as he gets his hair and makeup done. Jungkook's eyes, on the other hand, keep going to you and your bandaged ankle, worried as you limp around.

The venue which seemed empty the other days is filled with fans of BTS today as their cheerings can be heard even from miles away. Everybody is excited about the performance and interview including yourself and the members, especially Jungkook. He has been excited to perform here, since they came to know about the interview after releasing the album and had been chewing your brain about how much he anticipated to perform on this platform.

He seems nervous today if the continuous cracking of his fingers is anything to go by but you can also see that he's literally buzzing with excitement. You know he's going to do well, he always does.

It's almost time for the members to go up on stage as they stand backstage, waiting for their names to be called. You are looking at Jungkook laughing at something Taehyung said when somebody taps you on the back.

You turn around to see a very handsome young man in formal attire, looking at you with a curt smile and you give him a questioning look.

"Are you Jeon Jungkook's manager?", he asks.

"Yes?"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jackson, the manager of Jeon Corps. Ceo Jeon would like to speak with you. Would you mind accompanying me? It's a few minutes drive.", he states.

"Ceo Jeo… Jungkook's father?", you ask incredulously.

"Yes miss."

"But why?"

"It's not really my place to say. Would you please come with me?", he asks.

"Okay."

"Lisa, I really need to leave right now. It's urgent. Will you please look after Jungkook's requirements?", you plead and Lisa immediately agrees asking you whether you'll be okay.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry. Call me if anything happens."

You look at Jungkook one last time and as your eyes meet with his confused ones, you blink and turn around, leaving with Jackson.

You expected to meet Mr.Jeon in his office, maybe a coffee shop but after an hour drive, Jackson stops the car in front of a hospital.

"Is he alright?", you ask worriedly.

"He had a heart attack two days back which is the second this year. The doctors say he's stable now but it would be nothing surprising if he has another one. He probably won't live to see the next though.", Jackson lets out.

"You sure I should be here now?", you frown.

"He's the one who asked me to bring you. I'm just doing my job."

After introducing you to Mr.Jeon, Jackson leaves the room. It's a private hospital room, with a window overlooking the city beneath. The room, as luxurious as hospital rooms go, is proof of Jungkook's family's affluence. Mr. Jeon, on the other hand, looks frail. However, traces of his good looks in his youth, are obvious remnants on his now wrinkled face. He looks like your school homeroom teacher, friendly but definitely not your friend.

"Nice to meet you Ms.y/l/n. I'm Jungkook's dad, which you must already know.", he gives you a smile.

"I do."

"I have a favour to ask.”

You wait for him to complete with a puzzled look on your face.

“Will you be able to bring my son here? Make some excuses, anything, but please bring him to me.", Jungkook's father pleads, voice strained.

"I'm sorry but it really isn't my place Mr.Jeon. I understand your emotions but I can't force him to do something he doesn't want to.", you say thinking about the night he rejected you.

"No you don't understand my emotions!", he raises his voice. "I have never been there, not for my wife, not for my son, ever. I caused my wife to kill herself. My son doesn't speak to me, he loathes me. I know I can't make amends now, but I just want to see him face to face one last time. He doesn't need to forgive me, just…. please. I know I don't deserve it but… please. I don't know how much time I have left.", he finishes with a small voice, eyes glassy.

"But why me? I'm….. just his manager.", you say softly, eyes downcast.

"He would never come here if I ask him directly. Being his manager, you probably spend a lot of time together. You can make changes in his schedule. Make something up."

"I can't promise you anything but I'll try my best Mr.Jeon.", you let out after a long pause and come out of the room.

"I'll drop you.", Jackson says after seeing you leave.

You call Lisa and she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey, everything okay?", she asks first.

"Yeah. What about there?"

"Everything's fine. The interview just ended, we are heading back to the hotel."

"Okay. Thanks", you end the call.

"Can you drop me at the hotel?", you ask Jackson.

"Sure.", he replies.

You sit there in silence the rest of the way, immersed in your thoughts. You don't know whether you should interfere but you promised him after all. It's going to be hard to tell Jungkook, especially when he's much too keen to not talk to you. He's not going to have a pleasant reaction, you are sure.

Jackson stops the car in front of the hotel and as you are about to open the door, he calls out.

"Miss y/l/n.", you turn around and look his way.

"Mr.Jeon really wants to see him. I'm not saying what he did was right but it was in the past. Everybody deserves second chances, don't you think?"

"Thank you for the ride.", you say in lieu of a reply and get off.

The entire ride up in the elevator, you keep repeating Jackson's words in your head. He said everybody deserves second chances, but… do they? You are not the one to decide that though. It's not your place.

You keep thinking about Jungkook and how he's going to react as you enter your room and lie face first on your bed. It was only that night at your house when he spoke about his father, never again did he mention him. Would he want you to interfere in his personal matter? But you are not really interfering, are you? You would just let him know what happened and politely ask him to meet his father. Yes, that's what you are gonna do.

You get up from your bed and move towards Jungkook's room. There's no point in waiting, you will just rip the band-aid right off, you decide.

As you raise your fist to knock, you notice his door already open. You know you shouldn't and you don't know what prompts you to but you push the door and walk inside. Taking 2 steps inside, you freeze in place at the scene unfolding before you.

Jungkook sits there on the bed, hands placed on Hanah's waist who's sitting on his lap in only a bra and jeans, her back facing you, busy shoving her tongue down Jungkook's throat. You gasp at the sight.

They break the kiss at the sound and look your way. Jungkook meets your eye first and you notice his blown out eyes, wide in surprise while Hanah gives you an irritated look. You break out of your trance and quickly leave the room in a hurry, closing the door behind you with a click.

—

By the time you get inside your room, tears are already flowing down your cheeks. You knew she flirted with Jungkook and though he didn't stop her, you never thought he reciprocated. Does he still love her? Are they getting back together? Is that why he rejected you? That must be it, you realise. How could you have been so naive? All this time, it has always been her. How didn't you notice that before?

—

Jungkook sits there, shocked after you leave the room. You weren't supposed to see him like this. After you left with that guy today, he couldn't stop thinking about it. How could you leave him like that? He knows things are not going well between you but he had been anticipating this performance for months now. He at least expected you to be there.

He was pissed the entire day as he couldn't find you anywhere. Then after he came back to the hotel room, someone knocked on his door. Expecting it to be you, he quickly opened the door to be greeted by Hanah who immediately jumped on him, kissing him. Everything was already in such a mess, and Jungkook kissed her back instead of stopping her.

After seeing you there with such a pained face, Jungkook couldn't help but be pissed at himself. Hanah moves back to continue after you leave but Jungkook quickly gets up, moving her away.

"What happened?", she asks.

"I have to go. You should go back to your room."

—

You are sitting on your bed when you hear the sound of your door opening and quickly rub away your tears.

"Y/n… I.."

"Jungkook, I'm sorry for interrupting. You don't have to explain anything, go back to sucking faces or something.", you cut him off, tiredly.

"I don't have to listen to everything you say.", he replies annoyed.

"Where were you?", he asks.

"I…", you turn around, facing him.

"Are you supposed to leave just like that?", Jungkook continues not letting you speak. You let out a sigh, knowing that you wouldn't be able to say something until he's done.

"You knew how much this meant to me but you still chose to go away. What was so important that you couldn't wait a few hours? When you don't plan on being there, why are you even my manager? You should just quit then if you hate this job so much!", he spits and your eyes go wide.

"Is that what you want? Do you….. do you want me to? Quit?", you ask hesitantly.

"Do you even care about what I want? About me?", he raises his voice.

"I went to see your dad.", Jungkook's face goes pale at your words.

"His manager came this morning and asked me to accompany him saying it was important. He wants to see you.", you look at him cautiously.

"You shouldn't have gone.", he says, face revealing no emotions.

"Will you go?", you decide to ignore his words.

"No I will not and you shouldn't either.

"Come on, Jungkook. See him, one last time. I know I shouldn't interfere between you but he's really desperate. You don't have to forgive him or anything, just go and see him.", Jungkook doesn't reply and turns around to leave the room.

"He's not well, Jungkook. He's at the hospital.", Jungkook stops in front of the door at your words.

"Visiting hours are from 4 to 6 in the evening."

After a pause, he opens the door and walks off.

—

The next morning, you wake up with a lot of thoughts jumbled in your head. Last night's scene of Jungkook kissing Hanah doesn't leave your mind for even once. Jungkook's words keep repeating too. Does he really want you to quit? What made him hate you so much within such a few days? He was fine before you confessed.

You also keep thinking about Jungkook's reaction after you told him about his father. Is he going to see him? What if he doesn't? You all leave the day after tomorrow, and if Jungkook doesn't see him within tomorrow, he might never get a chance again.

—

It's almost 4 in the evening when you hear a knock on your door and get up to open it. You are surprised to see Hanah standing there.

"Yes?"

"You think you are all great and mighty don't you?", she taunts.

"What?", you say incredulously.

"Well, you are wrong sweetheart.", she completely ignores you. "Hate to break it to you, but Jungkook will never give a second glance to someone like you. So, just back off and stay away from him."

"Well, technically, I can't. I'm his manager.", Hanah scoffs.

"What's going on?", Jungkook looks surprised, getting out of his room.

"Nothing. I was just leaving.", she replies.

Jungkook walks towards you.

"I..", he stops, looking at Hanah who's still standing there, waiting for her to leave. Hanah gives you a pointed look and leaves.

"What did she want?", Jungkook asks.

"Nothing important. Did you need something?"

"Umm.. What's the name of the hospital?

"You are going! Uhhh.. I.. Woodlands. It's Woodlands.", you try to hide your excitement.

"Can… can I come with you?", you ask hesitantly, as he turns to leave.

"I don't have much time. It's already 4:15 now.", he states.

You look down at your clothes. You are wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a mickey mouse tank top. This will have to do, you decide.

"I don't need time. Let's go.", you say.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as you take a hoodie from inside your room and close the door.

After reaching the hospital, you notice Jackson standing in front of Mr.Jeon's room, surprised to see Jungkook. You didn't really have time to inform him beforehand.

"Thank you so much Miss y/l/n. I'll let Mr.Jeon know.", he enters the room.

"You can go inside now.", Jackson informs, coming out.

You look at Jungkook. He doesn't seem to be paying attention as he looks intently in front of him at nothing in particular.

"Please give us some time.", you say snd Jackson nods before leaving.

"Hey.", you say softly. "You can go in now. Don't worry, it's fine. I'll be waiting here.", you squeeze his hand. He looks at your face and after a pause, gets inside.

You wait outside the room as Jungkook goes inside. It has been a few minutes now and you are talking to Jackson. He seems to be a decent man and quite funny, might you add.

"He wants to see you.", Jungkook says to you as he comes out. You are surprised at the request but oblige nonetheless.

"Mr.Jeon.", you say in lieu of a greeting.

"Ms.y/l/n, please sit.", he says motioning towards the chair beside his bed. He looks much fresh today, you notice.

"Thank you for bringing Jungkook. Really, I can't thank you enough. He hasn't forgiven me but I am glad that I could see him after so many years. I called you here to ask for another favour. What can I do, I'm a greedy man, you see.", he continues after a pause. "Please look after my son, Ms.y/l/n. Consider it my last wish."

—

You and Jungkook don't talk the entire way back and get out of the car as it stops in front of the hotel.

"Are you two back together?", you ask while walking towards your room after the elevator stops.

"Huh?", Jungkook looks confused.

"I mean, you and Hanah. Are you getting back with her?", you ask meekly.

"I… uh… it's complicated.", he replies.

"Thank you for coming with me today.", he says and quickly moves towards his room before you can ask anything else.

—

The next day passes in a daze as you all go out for shopping in the morning. In the evening you pack your bags and go to bed early since you had an early flight. Hanah comes back on the same flight though she doesn't hang off Jungkook's back as before. You don't know what caused the change but you appreciate it.

—

After returning back to town, the day before yesterday, BTS decides to have a movie marathon at their dorm, in lieu of a break and you are also invited. After a lot of deliberation, you finally decide to wear the dress that Jungkook gifted you on your birthday. It was too beautiful to go to waste.

It's almost 5 in the evening now and you are currently sitting in the living room of the dorm which has been converted into a movie theatre. A number of mattresses are lined up on the floor covered by blankets and cushions in front of the huge television they own. The setting is so cosy that you could sleep here.

After everyone arrives, you all decide to take your places. Jungkook is wearing black sweatpants and a plain white shirt. He does a double take upon noticing your clothing but doesn't say anything and moves quietly to take his place between Taehyung and Jimin. You do too, sandwiched between Lisa and Jimin.

The series contains 5 movies and after the first two finishes, everybody is already hungry and Jin orders some takeout. While everyone waits for the food, you talk with Jimin, showing him pictures of the cat that gran looks after.

"So, do you still go to the coffee shop?", you ask him.

"Nah. Not anymore. That first day I went because I was nearby. All the visits after that were because I thought you were cute.", he says casually.

"Ohh.", you let out, your entire face turning red.

"I quite liked flustering you and how your face always went red at the smallest of things like right now. You are quite easy to fluster, you know that?", Jimin teases.

"I've been told.", you agree and Jimin laughs. Jungkook fumes inside, noticing Jimin blatantly flirting with you and tries not to show it.

After eating, you all play the third movie. Well into the movie, a hilarious bike chase scene comes up.

"At this rate, he'll never be able to catch up!", Taehyung exclaims.

"Even I can drive better than him.", Jimin pipes up.

"You can?", you ask.

"Yeah.", Jimin smiles. "My bike is probably catching rust lying in the garage for months."

"You have a bike!", you exclaim and Jimin laughs at your excitement.

"Would you like to go for a ride? We are not doing anything tomorrow, we can go then. I can teach you how to ride it too. I even taught Jungkook.", Jimin replies good naturedly.

"Okay!", you say with sparkling eyes while Jungkook scoffs.

"What?", Jimin asks, noticing his irritation.

"Nothing.", Jungkook says. "I'm going to bed.", he gets up and leaves the room after giving you an annoyed look.

"What's up with him?", Taehyung asks and you shrug.

—

You almost dozed off by the time the series finished. It's quite late and everybody decides to stay the night. You are walking towards the guest room after calling gran, letting him know you won't be home when someone grabs your hand and pulls you inside a dark room.

You are surprised to see Jungkook standing in front of you with the same annoyed expression as he lets go of your hand and closes the door.

"What was that?", you ask, bewildered.

"I thought you ride the bike only with me?", he spits.

"Well, I thought you eat brownies only with me. That isn't the case either, is it?", you argue, mirroring his annoyance.

"I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry.", he says after a long pause as he looks around the room, tensing up.

He turns around as though to leave but you quickly grab onto his arm, anchoring him back and he stops.

"Don't leave again.", you plead.

Jungkook bites his lip, jaw clenching as he silently trods further away into the room. You look around the room, it's minimal but well decorated with darker tones. The surroundings made you realize this was Jungkook's room. Your eyes finally return to Jungkook again. The two of you stare at each other, not knowing who would be the one to break the silence.

"You can't avoid me forever.", you tell him quietly, leaning against the closed door.

"I'm not avoiding you.", Jungkook says hastily. You give him a pointed look and he lets out a defeated sigh. "Well… I'm just nervous… or something."

"What do you have to be nervous about? I'm the one who confessed.", you remind him.

"It's complicated.", he sighs, running his hand through his hair as he walks to the bed, sitting down.

"Don't give me the same answer. What's complicated?", you question, sitting next to him. "Either you like me or you don't. It's alright, I can handle rejection Jungkook. I've coped with the fact that you don't like me back for…… for weeks now. I just want us to talk."

"I never said I didn't like you.", Jungkook interjects quickly, his voice sharp.

"You are running away from me. I wouldn't exactly call that accepting someone's confession.", you quirk a brow.

"No. I like you back, I do.", he sighs. Your heart misses a beat at his words.

"If you liked me back, why would you have rejected me? Constantly trying to get away from me as quickly as possible?", you shake your head.

"Because I don't deserve you!", Jungkook blurts out. He buries his head in his hands, tossing himself back to lay flat against the bed. He repeats his words in a broken whisper as he seems to admit it, not only to you but to himself. "I don't deserve you."

"Why would you say that?", you ask quietly.

"Because I'm not good enough. Not for my parents. Not even for the girl who only wanted my money, that she had to cheat. How could I possibly be good enough for you?", Jungkook whispered to himself.

"I have liked you for so long and I self-sabotaged it because I knew I'd never have you, and I was okay with that. I didn't let myself get my hopes up. But when you confessed, I realised exactly how pathetic I am. I'm damaged. I don't know what love is. But you deserve so much more. I'd be doing a great injustice if I tormented you into being with me.", his eyes water and you notice a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"You are an absolute idiot.", you say softly. "I can't believe you could even think something like that. You are worth the world and more. It would never be a burden to be with you. It'd be…. I don't know what it would be but I will be grateful. I like being with you, whether it's just as your manager or something more. Being in a relationship…I'd be happy to have that. You deserve happiness, Jungkook, whether it's with me or by yourself.", you place a hand on his wrist, moving his hands away from his face to look him in the eye.

"Those other girls didn't see what a wonderful person they had in front of them. I'd like you regardless of your money. You are priceless in that sense. And I'm sure, your mother wants you to be happy. Your dad does too."

Jungkook avoids your gaze and in an effort to force him to listen to you, you straddle him. As though on instinct, he grips your hips. You bend towards him, staring him in the eye.

"Look at me. There are so many great things about you. You are empathetic and always there for people. You are so afraid of disappointing people, but in reality, you're so much more than they could even dream of. You are a good person, inside and out and I know you don't think you deserve much, but I know you do. It took me a while to realise, I deserve those things too."

"Of course you do.", Jungkook speaks up. "You've been hurt and you have struggled so much. You deserve a break. You deserve something good for once."

"What if you are that good thing?", you smile.

"I highly doubt that.", Jungkook sighs as if it was exhausting to even try to get you to comprehend what he was trying to say.

"How come?"

"Because it would be a burden to love me.", he whispers quietly.

Your heart shatters at his words and you feel your eyes water. A tear slips down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away with your hands. Jungkook notices though and his face crumbles along with yours, and he reaches up to wipe the tears off.

"Don't cry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry.", Jungkook pleads softly, his voice tight.

"You are so dumb.", you say weakly. It was so strange. Someone as amazing as Jungkook, believing he wasn't even worthy of love.

"I know.", he sighs.

"No. You are dumb, for thinking that you would be a burden. You are so wonderful and it crushes me that you don't love yourself as much as I love you and I just…", you begin to sob, your body shaking as Jungkook sits up. You wrap your arms around his neck, firmly pressing your body against his.

Jungkook slowly pulls back to look you in the eye. His eyes water along with yours, and before you know it, your lips are pressed together and he falls back onto the mattress. Your lips are firm against his, and you can taste the salt on your lips, realising he was crying as well.

"We shouldn't do this. You still need to figure out how you feel.", you pull back slightly, your lips still brushing together, barely touching.

"I know exactly how I feel about you.", he cups your face in his hands, gently caressing.

"And I feel the same way, I just…", you feel yourself start to choke up once again. "I wish you got to see how wonderful you really are."

"It's just hard for me.", Jungkook frowns slightly, wounded at the thought of disappointing you.

"Then let me show you.", you press your lips tenderly against his once again. But it doesn't take long before your lips grow more insistent. Tongue prodding along his soft lips.

Jungkook's hands slide up the side of your thighs, lifting the fabric of your dress, leaving goosebumps along your skin. "The dress looks wonderful on you.", he says between kisses. By this time your kisses trail lower, along his sharp jawline, slender neck, down to his collarbones and he sighs.

"I never expected you to be a top babe.", he whispers from beneath you and you freeze, your entire face going red. "Don't go shy on me now.", he grips your hips and turns both of you over, changing positions, with him hovering over you and your back flush on the mattress.

He moves his hand to the back of your dress to lower the zipper next and after successfully opening it, he tosses the dress away. Jungkook's eyes wander over the sight of you in your lacy lingerie set, his eyes starry, an unabashed hunger hidden behind the softness. He waits no further and unhooks your bra, letting the straps slide off your arms and tosses it aside in a blink.

You are not sure what to do with your hands and wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck, pulling him closer. You needed him to touch you. "You are so fucking beautiful.", he mumbles as if in a daze, hands coming up to your chest, large fingers squeezing around your boobs.

"So are you.", you half mumble, half moan, causing him to laugh as you grip his shirt next, urging him to tug it off.

"You really do lust after my body, don't you?", he says with amusement in his eyes, tugging his shirt off as your eyes shamelessly roam his body. “Not my fault you are hot as fuck.” You grin, eyes hooded. He lets you have your fun while he gets up and removes his sweatpants. He comes back on top of you in his boxer briefs, hard cock bulging inside the fabric, and you lick your lips at the view.

Jungkook gives you a knowing look, confidence oozing off of him and your eyes drink it all up eagerly. His lips latch back onto your skin as he sucks and bites at your collarbones, leaving behind marks and moves lower towards your chest. He moves lower and licks along your left nipple and blows at it. “God, Jungkook” you moan, eyes shut tight while your hands grip his hair, pushing him into your chest, wanting more and you shiver at the sensation.

“That's my girl. Sing my name baby. Tonight I am your God.” He finally takes the hardened bud in his mouth, sucking hard while fondling the other in his large hands and you let out another loud moan, pulling at his silky raven strands. You can feel him smirking against your boobs but you can't seem to stop the sounds coming from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. Jungkook lowers his hand and slides it against your lower stomach and you whine.

It's funny how one minute you were talking so seriously, both of you crying as Jungkook revealed not what he felt for you but what he felt for himself. And now he was on top of you, both completely naked as he slides your soaked panties down your legs. You are so turned on that you don't even know what to do with yourself, except moaning his name like a mantra. “Tell me you want me y/n.” He husks out the words, eyes straight at your face while his fingers graze along your dripping folds, pussy throbbing with need. He merely touches your clit, before deliberately moving his finger away, massaging around your entrance.

“Fuck, Jungkook… please ahh..” You moan with want, hooded eyes barely open. “Please what?” Jungkook drones, determined. You are so needy, you don't care at this point. “I want you Jungkook…lord, I want you. Please. Touch me” your hoarse voice, along with your pleas, do something to Jungkook. His lips wrap around your nipple like a starved man while two of his fingers thrust deep inside your pussy in one clean motion. “God, you are dripping.” Your resulting moan is so loud, you are sure the whole house hears you. But you cannot bring yourself to care. Not right now when Jeon fucking Jungkook worships you like a goddess, his fingers thrusting back and forth inside you at a rhythmic pace that makes you see stars. You squeeze your thighs at the sensation.

His fingers are relentless, moving in and out in perfect tandem with his lips sucking your nipples, exchanging between the two, tongue flicking the bud before biting down on it and repeating the actions all over again. His eyes meanwhile stay fixed on your face, taking in your expressions of ecstasy with fascination. Your hooded eyes, swollen lips shaped in an ‘o’ as you keep moaning his name, face flushed with ecstasy, back arched into him. The otherwise silent room resonates with squelching sounds as his fingers keep thrusting at a gratifying pace, your juices dripping down his palm. He could come just at the view. It was like he was in heaven.

“Mm.. I'm.. shit. Jungkook – I'm gonna..” Jungkook doesn't wait for you to complete, his thumb immediately finds your clit and he rubs around the bud at a lilting pace. “Not until I'm inside you” he growls, and just as abruptly he is taking his fingers right out. “Jungkook!” You immediately whine at the loss, while the said man looks at your needy form with a satisfied smirk, his dripping wet fingers now inside his mouth as he sucks each digit dry of your essence. Eyes closing, Jungkook groans at the taste as if he was a starving man who was just presented with the sweetest ambrosia.

“Fuck me.” You let out in a daze, eyes fixed at his lips that were busy sucking his fingers dry. You are too impatient though and your small hand wraps around his throbbing hard cock over his boxers. You give it a gentle squeeze and Jungkook doubles down, the resulting groan nothing short of predatory.

When he looks back up at you, you know he is ready to ruin you. Eyes dark and hooded, tongue licking his lips, Jungkook pulls back slightly only to take off his boxers, freeing his huge cock from its confines, and he's back to hovering over you in a blink.

Jeon Jungkook's cock is just as beautiful as the rest of him and you stare at it in awe. He is big and fucking hard, the tip throbbing an edible red, beads of precum collecting beneath it. You lick your lips at the sight. Jungkook fails to notice nothing and his next words break your reverie. “You can have a taste later, baby. But I need to be inside you. Right now.”

One of his hands parts your thighs, making space for him, while the other holds onto the base of his cock as he lines it with the entrance of your pussy. You wait with bated breath, arms immediately wrapping around Jungkook. And it feels like an eternity later when he finally pushes inside, the tip barely inside and you already feel the stretch, groaning at the feeling, eyes shut tight. It's as if Jungkook reads your mind. “Fuck baby, you are tight. Relax for me.” The next moment his lips are on yours, and he kisses you so tenderly, eyes soft as if you were a porcelain doll. You become lost at the moment, and that's when you feel it.

Jungkook pushes his cock inside in one clean thrust, his entire length resting inside your wet pussy. “J-Jungkook!” You garble, pussy walls involuntarily squeezing around his cock and Jungkook lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck, y/n.. I won't last if you do that.” You can already feel the sparks of pleasure slowly spreading along your body and you look into his eyes, pleading for more. “Baby.. please.”

Jungkook's hips slam back into yours, skin slapping skin. You press your nails into his back at the sensation, pulling him as close to you as you can and he groans in pleasure. He builds a slow rhythm, however the pace keeps growing until Jungkook is slamming into you with hunger, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see fucking stars. “Lord!...Ahh- don't stop. Jungkook.. d-dont stopp–”

“Yeah, baby? You're gonna come for me?” Your words only manage to egg him on as Jungkook thrusts inside you harder, the bed rattling at the movement. Neither of you seemed to care though. “Tell me who's making you moan like the filthy little girl you are. Say it” Jungkook growls between taking harsh breaths and groans of pleasure, carding his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck.

"Jungkook, ahh! You are", you pant, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He lets out a moan, pushing his hips against yours as you arch your back into his touch, meeting each of his thrusts with one of your own. Faster as you near your end. “Come for me, my love.” He groans, surprisingly soft compared to his hip movements. One last harsh slam and you can feel yourself letting go, head thrown back in pleasure. “Jungkook! Ahh!”

He follows closely behind as your pussy clamps down on his throbbing cock like a vice. A shiver racks down his spine, and he is kissing you intensely the next moment, effectively lowering both your moans of ecstasy as he comes deep inside you,  moaning into the kiss. You are both breathless and panting, chest to chest as you finally open your eyes, and he's already looking at you with a cheeky smile while you both ride out your high.

Jungkook peppers kisses all over your face before lifting himself and lies down beside you, still facing your side. You are not sure how long you both lie in the comfort of the dark, the surroundings silent now that both of your moans don't fill the room, before you decide to speak up.

"Don't run from me again.", you say quietly. "I need you to confront me properly for the problems we have in the future."

"Future?", Jungkook wonders aloud.

You smile softly at that, twisting a lock of his raven hair around your fingers. "That is if you let us have one.", Jungkook quiets at that.

"I know how you feel about yourself, but I want you to tell me what you want. Not what you think I want or need. Be honest, Jungkook. And if that involves being with me, I'll be with you every step of the way.", you promise him, brushing his cheek and caressing his skin. "You say the word and I'll stay. Just know that, even if you don't want to be with me, I'll always be here. As a friend.", Jungkook's eyes soften at that.

"I want you. I want to be with you.", you grin at that, pressing your lips softly against his. You snuggle into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent with a deep sigh, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours as he wraps his arms around you.

His fingers thread into your hair, softly massaging your scalp as he plays with the locks interwoven with his fingers. "Are you sure about this? About us?", he pauses. "About me?"

"I've never been more sure.", you confirm.

"You used to hate me, you know. I annoyed you.", Jungkook reminds you.

"You still annoy me.", you say cheekily.

"Then why do you want me?"

"Because I want every part of you, the good and the bad. I want the annoying and the empathetic. I don't want you to be perfect Jungkook. I just want you to be you. I wouldn't change a single thing.", Jungkook smiles at that.

"I'm sure about you too.", he whispers in your ear and you shiver.

Jungkook notices and hovers above you, looking at you intensely.

"Round two?", he asks with blown out eyes. You raise a brow before he's kissing you again.

—

The morning always brings new hopes for you. The sweet pleasant sunlight, the ringing melody of the early birds, the soft serene kisses of the wind, and the occasional horns from the passing cars. The quiddity is not lost on you. Sighing, you put the steaming coffee pot out of the coffee maker and onto the mat placed over the counter. Not your pot. Not your mat. Not even your counter. Hell, it wasn't even your home. But you don't regret a thing. Last night's events kept repeating in your mind, bringing a giddy smile to your lips.

Just as you are about to close the lid of a cookie jar that you hardly managed to bring down from the very top shelf without breaking it, you heard him.

"Good morning.", Jungkook wished in his deep coarse sleepy voice.

As you are about to turn around, two strong yet warm arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his firm chest. He is not wearing a shirt, you notice. You sigh and close your eyes.

Jungkook puts his face on the hollow of your neck. He's busy sniffing and nibbling on the soft skin on your neck. He sucks and bites, leaving behind a wet trail on your skin that sends quivers all over your body.

Too numb to free yourself from his sweet embrace, you give in. Taking it as a hint, Jungkook turns you around in a flick. He doesn't take a moment to breathe and in a blink his lips are over yours, claiming your mouth, devouring you.

Never breaking the kiss, his hands move lower to the base of your shirt, his shirt that you wore after getting out of bed with a pair of his clean boxers that look like shorts on you. One of his hands is placed on your back, steadying you while the other is on the waistline of your shorts while your hands are entwined around his neck.

"I fucking knew it!", you quickly jerk away from Jungkook at the noise to notice Taehyung standing there with a cheeky smile. Your entire face goes red. How could you forget about the others? You are so embarrassed that you stand in place frozen, your body going hot.

One by one, everyone starts entering the dining space in front of the kitchen and Jungkook lets out an irritated huff.

"Why are you fucking shouting so early in the morning?", Yoongi glares at Taehyung.

"Jungkook and Y/n had their tongues shoved down each other's throats. I think that's reason enough.", Taehyung lets out a boxy grin.

“Not like we didn't hear you two going at it for hours last night. These walls are thin.” Yoongi groans, and your face goes a darker shade of fuchsia, while Jungkook merely shrugs, directing a cheeky smirk right at you.

"Really? You guys couldn't have waited another month?", Hoseok pouts.

"Come on guys pay up.", Taehyung states.

"What?", you finally squeak.

"Me, Jimin and Tae made a bet on how long it would take for you two to finally be together. Jimin said it would be while we were out of town for the interview, Tae said it would be immediately after we returned and I said after a month. Apparently, Tae won.", Hoseok says, shaking his head.

"What the fuck?", Jungkook says incredulously and everybody bursts out laughing.

"Are we still on for the bike ride today?", Jimin teases.

"Absolutely not. I'm the only one she can ride bikes with.", Jungkook huffs wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer while you almost melt at his cuteness.

—

It's almost a year later and you are currently walking through the same cemetery that you met Jungkook at, after visiting gran's grave which was placed beside your parents'. He passed away a few months back in a heart attack while he was sleeping on the armchair with granny's photo. You were devastated for weeks and Jungkook was there with you the entire time.

He's walking beside you, his arms wrapped around your waist. There's a bouquet of white lilies in your hand as Jungkook brings you to his mother's grave.

"I'm glad I met you here that day.", Jungkook says, looking at you with a content smile.

"I love you.", you look at Jungkook's eyes. The man you wished would disappear from the face of earth, a few months ago. The man whom all the girls on this planet want but will never have. The man who creates earthquake on stage and keeps everybody on their toes, off stage. The man who is ruthless to everyone except his bandmates. The man who still cries in your arms at night. The man who is as tender as the first snowfall and hides it behind the hard mask of his draconian duality. The man who kisses you like the world begins and ends with you. And lastly, the man you are irrevocably in love with, who loves you back just as much.

"I love you too, babe.", he replies and that's enough for you.

[felcayk]

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