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polarity | 03 ( Jungkook’s POV )

— pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

— genre: yandere, smut, angst

— warnings: obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, mentions of mental health, descriptions of panic attacks , mentions of childhood abuse/neglect, smut, con non-con, dubious consent ( extreme, please do not read if this is triggering for you ) toxic relationships

— word count: 10.6k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 03 JK | CS | 04

Jungkook could feel the shift and the way your body had stiffened. His eyes remained closed despite his alert mind. He was relying completely one his senses now, the way the mattress dipped slightly , it felt like you were reaching over to get something on the floor.

Your bag most likely, he remembered you dropping it beside the bed before you had let him continue with his lust driven desires.

He heard you rummage through it, you were cautious with your movements, evidently trying not to stir him awake. Little did you know he had been awake for a while now.

Jungkook didn’t know what exactly you were doing but he had some guesses, you were either looking for your clothes to hastily put on or you were searching for your phone. When you settled back to your previous position, he simply waited. It was a few seconds before you slowly attempted to release yourself from him, grabbing his arm and untangling it from your body.

He gripped your wrist, locking it in place before he deepened his voice, mimicking a sleep deprived tone.

“Baby?” He kept his eyes shut as the next words left his lips.

“Where are you going?”

“T-To the bathroom.” The stutter. You were nervous, but you almost always were so it wasn’t clear to Jungkook what exactly was making you nervous. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in your figure.

You were gripping onto the sheet tightly, as if you were scared it was about to slip off. Cute, he thought to himself. The fact that you bothered with modesty after what you two had just finished doing was endearing if not just borderline amusing to him . Jungkook’s eyes scanned over your face, looking for the cause of your startled expression.

You looked guilty, he concluded.

That was expected but he wasn’t sure if you were simply guilty for the act itself or for something else. He knew your kind nature was getting to you already, it was clear you were feeling guilty and regretful for what you had done behind your friend’s back.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew your sudden arrival here and your willingness to sleep with him wasn’t a sign of your complete compliance. Granted, it had worked in his favor marvelously but it had been too sudden, too abrupt. It was obvious to him that you had made the decision in a moment of panic and complete distraught. He wondered what your conclusion had been, what you thought you would gain from this.

If only it would have been so easy, his thoughts whispered. If only your mind and soul had been as easy to obtain as your body.

“You okay?” He asked you, coming to caress your cheek.

Your words wouldn’t be truthful but your expression might give you away.

He watched your eyes remain on his own, your stare wasn’t focused though. It lingered on his eyes but then shifted over to scan other parts of his face.

That’s new, he thought.

You rarely kept eye contact, it was something that bothered him greatly but he came to find the habit cute. It proved to him that you were far too easy to intimidate, you never established dominance, and you certainly never showcased any sort of stance that would make him cower or back down.

He liked it that way.

But your newfound unmoving stare had to stem from somewhere and Jungkook had his suspicions already.

“Yeah,” You replied, your voice a bit breathless. The sound nearly made him harden again, he already missed your whimpering beneath him and the feeling of your tightness around him.

“I just really need to use the bathroom.” You added and his eyes darted back to yours, wondering if you were sore.

You must’ve been, he thought as he nodded silently and let go of your wrist.

He watched you scoot out of bed, trying your best to cover your entire body with the bed sheet but once you stood up, his hands came to tug on the sheets, causing it to easily slip off your body.

He let out a chuckle at your mortified expression, the way you turned your head at an alarming speed towards him.

“Jungkook!” You gasped but he only continued to laugh as he took in the way you tried to cover up your exposed breasts, he got an eyeful of them before you turned back around with your back facing him.

But he had noticed something, the way you had kept your left hand to your side, completely shielding it from his view.

“Why bother, I’ve already seen it all baby.” He said honestly, still not understanding why you attempted to keep your body a secret, he had explored it to the fullest already. His lips tilted as another thought came into his head.

“Besides, those little skirts you wear all the time don’t leave room for much of the imagination.”

The image of your bare legs had haunted him enough, the way your skirt would nearly expose your entire ass when you bent over slightly. It had nearly sent him over the edge plenty of times. He quite liked them though, how the seemingly innocent attire could be so tempting, or maybe it was just because he found you to be tempting in general. He was infatuated with anything you did.

Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your left hand, he watched you shift it over to the middle of your chest again. He tilted his head, wondering again what you were hiding.

You were holding something.

And he would bet anything it was your phone.

“Can I at least borrow one of your shirts?” You asked in a timid voice and he was quick to comply, reaching over to grab the shirt he had previously taken off and thrown to the floor. He moved across the large bed and kneeled on the mattress. He was right behind you now, he hung the material in front of you until you took it hesitantly.

His hand then came to grasp your waist, pulling you back into his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You were so so soft.

He took the opportunity to peek down, it was slightly hard to fully view what was gripped so tightly in your hands but he caught a glimpse of the upper part of your phone poking out from your hand.

“Don’t be long.” He mutters to you before placing a kiss on your cheek, wishing more than anything to throw you back on the bed.

With that you scurried across the room, your hurried steps echoing throughout the space and he heard you shut the door behind you before a locking sound followed.

Locking doors.

That was all he needed to confirm some of his suspicions.

He pursed his lips, coming to eye the space where you had been laying on his bed. His eyes then scanned over to the camera that was placed on the corner of the ceiling , the red light flashing back at him.

A light smirk formed on his lips as he cocked his head to the side.

You had seen the camera.

He almost scoffed in disbelief.

You had seen the camera yet had said nothing to him.

Perhaps you were a lot more compliant than he had realized, it was so much easier to move your chessman in his favor when you were too busy focusing on the next move of your scorned lover instead. Because if you had not voiced your knowledge of the camera he had placed there, then that could only mean you were too terrified to anger him in fear he would send it directly to Eunji.

You were far too predictable for your own good.

It almost enraged him, a burning feeling had made its way into his chest. Even after you had given yourself to him in a way you had never to anyone else , it was only the shell of you, your heart had still been with Eunji.

But he knew that, he knew it the moment you had stepped inside his apartment. He had known it the moment you had said you wanted him. You were such a pretty liar, an awfully bad one but he couldn’t help and take advantage of your moment of weakness. In your first great mistake in an attempt to outsmart him, you had only tied yourself further to him.

Of course even if you had seen the camera beforehand , he would have still gotten his way tonight. He wouldn’t have to do much convincing, Eunji was such a lovely puppet that he enjoyed far too much being the master of. He knew your friend was head over heels for him, she practically worshiped his every word. One allegation against you and she would be on your neck, he could practically hear the insults and accusations against you.

Besides, why wouldn’t she believe him? He had done a great job of coaxing her to give in to her true nature, the nature she was too much of a coward to fully show to you.

You really did need better friends.

And a much better love interest that actually reciprocates your feelings.

Jungkook got up from the bed, coming to put on his boxers that were laying on the floor. He took a quick glance at your bag on the side of his bed before taking slow steps to the bathroom. He could hear your faint voice before he even reached the door.

Unfortunately for you, these walls were just as thin as the ones in your apartment.

He leaned against the door, not even needing to press his ear against the door to hear the slightest bit of your conversation.

“How about we meet up? To talk somewhere?” Your soft voice echoed and he knitted his eyebrows in concentration, he already had a good idea who you were talking to.

It had to be her. It was always Eunji when it came to you, much to his distaste.

You were silent for a moment before you rushed out the next words.

“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He wanted to laugh.

No you wouldn’t, he thought.

He’d be damned if he let you ditch him here like he was some cheap one night stand. Did you really think he would let you go so easily? Especially after he’s had you already, he was starting to truly despise the way you would easily give into your little friend.

You should be willing to give that easily to him.

You were his after all, not hers.

But he had to be patient, you would soon realize that on your own, with a little help from his part.

He heard you shuffling for a few moments before he heard the sink running. Soon, the door flung open in his face but he didn’t flinch as you nearly walked right into him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed , completely startled by his sudden appearance.

“Sorry,” He said, adding every bit of genuineness into his words. “ Needed to piss.”

He watched you nod, your eyes shyly taking in bare chest and slowly shifting downward where his boxers hung lowly on his waist, something that would have fueled his ego even more but his vision was fixed on the phone in your hand instead.

You walked forward and he waited for you to take a few steps before his voice halted your movements.

“Calling someone ?“ He asked as he watched you stiffen. You really did give yourself away rather easily.

“Uh, n-no I just..” You stuttered and he raised a challenging eyebrow, narrowing his gaze.

Such a bad liar baby.

“Eunji wants to meet up for coffee.” A more casual tone takes over but Jungkook noticed how your lip trembled while saying it.

He thought over your clear excuse, wondering if Eunji did indeed say that to you over the phone. But he knew his supposed girlfriend fairly well, memorized her behavior not with any interest in mind for her but rather to use for his own benefit.

“This late?”

Either way, he didn’t want you meeting up with her right now. Eunji had most of your attention as it was, and he was determined to change that. He couldn’t help the overwhelming jealousy that took over him, the thought of you preferring her after he was the person you needed all this time.

He was the only person who loved you as you were.

“Yeah,” You tell him with a shrug and he finds your attempts to appear casual and slightly comical. “She wants help with some project.”

He gives you a slow nod as his eyes pick you apart, trailing down your figure before meeting your gaze again.

If he was being honest with himself, he was already growing bored talking about your friend. He much preferred you two to get back the previous activities you had been indulging in.

“You told her you couldn’t , right?” He questioned but it was anything but a question and he hoped you could sense the subtle threat in his words.

He really did not wish to bare the more than unpleasant side of him at this moment. You had only scratched the surface previously, you had no true idea of what he was capable of if you pushed him far enough.

You fell silent for longer than he would like but he continued to stare at you, an inner battle beginning and he forced himself into your head once again. He could see you weaken, doubt yourself and think over your next words. You always overthink, but it always worked in his favor.

“Yeah,” You break the stare off, backing down from the battle and the pleasant words hit his ears. “ I-I just told her we could meet up tomorrow instead.”

Another lie, but it didn’t matter.

He closes the space between you, coming to grasp the back of your neck and laying a peck on your lips to show how content he was with your answer. But then he pauses as he notices you trembling, a frown immediately taking over his lips as he takes your hands.

“You’re shaking?” He tells you, caressing your soft skin and concern takes over him, he could sense how unsettled you had become.

“Anxiety.” You forced out, and he nods, preparing himself for what is coming. He knew how panic attacks looked like, after all, he had seen them far too often growing up. And he knew you were seconds away from one.

“You’re okay baby,” He assured you, coming to squeeze your shoulders and trying his best to keep you calm. He knew that was the key point, he needed you to remain calm and know nothing was going to happen to you.

“Just count to 10, you’re fine.” He adds, coming to gently massage your trembling hands that only seem to shake more vigorously as more seconds pass. He sees you mumbling the numbers in a much too panicked whisper and the scene is all too familiar.

It was as if his mother was in front of him, you resemble her too much. In every way. Your distressed and helpless gaze, searching for some type of comfort that would free you from your monstrous mind.

And in that moment, he felt like his father.

But he wouldn’t react like his father, he wouldn’t do every wrong thing he did. He may have resembled his father in other ways but he was the exact opposite of him when it came to handling his most precious loved ones.

“I can’t breathe.” The terror in your voice breaks his heart and he lowers his gaze to meet yours.

“Yes you can.” He insists, letting his tone remain calm. You had to understand nothing was wrong, you needed that reassurance.

Most of all, you needed to feel like what you were feeling was valid. Like you weren’t a burden, or overreacting in the slightest.

“You can breathe just fine, you’re breathing right now.” He points out and watches you swallow before pulling away from him.

“N-Not enough.” You make out and go to pace back and forth, trying to release the overwhelming anxiety in your body. You were even similar in that, his mother always fled the room whenever she couldn’t handle his father’s yelling at her no longer.

When he noticed you trying to tug on your hair, he came to grab your hand, his eyes momentarily lingered on the phone gripped in your other hand and he took it swiftly from you.

You wouldn’t notice much in this state.

“Hey, hey.” He attempted to get your attention back on him, gently reminding you that he was here. He would always be here.

“You’re okay, I promise.” And he would promise you would always be okay, as long as you were always by his side.

Your eyes dart everywhere but to him and he waits patiently for them to return where they need to. Finally, you look back at him and he breaths in and out, waiting for you to copy him. You follow his actions but your breaths are still fast and rushed.

“Too fast, slow down.” He orders softly, and you repeat the action, this time actually taking your time to breathe in the air and let it out slowly.

“Yeah just like that, baby.” He praises you, feeling a bit better upon seeing your more relaxed state. But he knew what would help you even more.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He tells you before quickly turning around and exiting the room. He walks over to his kitchen, going straight for the fridge and he wasted no time in pushing the plastic lid of the ice maker, two ice cubes falling in his palm instantly.

“The cold sensation helps distract me, it forces your mind to focus on the pain of the ice on your skin instead of your thoughts.” His mother told him with the slightest bit of a smile.

“Why do you need to distract yourself from your thoughts?” He had asked her, in the oblivious and curious nature any kid had at his age.

“Because they are what make me freak out.” His mother replied with a sigh, gripping the ice cube tighter.

“I thought daddy was the one who made you cry.” He said , coming to lay his head on her lap and she ran her fingers through his locks gently.

“No sweetie, it’s not daddy…it’s me. I just get sick sometimes..” She whispered the last part and Jungkook could feel the way her fingers shook slightly against his head.

He pushes the memory away before he turned to head back towards his bedroom. But he paused, nearly forgetting something. He took a look at your phone and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, displaying a picture of you and Eunji as your background.

He glared at it, letting out a scoff.

Thankfully, you had not put a passcode on it yet. Something that surprised him a little but he would admit you were not the brightest when you were under pressure.

He set your phone on the kitchen counter before he went back to the room and found you standing in front of some of his picture frames that he had hanging from his wall.

“Hold this,” You flinched at his arrival. He placed the ice cube in your hands carefully and watched as you gripped them tightly.

“I used to see my mom do that when she had panic attacks.” He told you and the surprise on your face came quickly, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

You know so little about him that every small detail about his life must have shocked you.

“Your mother has panic attacks?” You asked him.

Or maybe you were actually sympathizing with him, he wondered. Sympathizing with his mother, relating to her.

He wanted you to sympathize with him, his past could be of good use to have a tighter grip on your fragile heart and empathetic nature.

He nods, coming to place his hands over yours.

“When I was a kid, I used to watch her have them all the time.” He says to you as the memories come flooding in, his mother’s panicked whispers, his father yelling, him sobbing in the corner of his bedroom.

“I didn’t really know what it was back then so it used to scare me to see her like that.” He thinks back to all the times his younger self had been far too confused to fully grasp the severity of the situation. He smiles at the thought of his immature nature as a kid, continuously asking his mom what was wrong and why she was acting weird.

His smile weakens though when he remembers his father and his poorly executed attempts to resolve the chaotic situation that unfolded repeatedly in his household.

“My dad always used to get angry at her, it made things a lot worse as you can imagine.”

So much worse.

There was no doubt in him that his father had loved his mother, but he had not loved her right. He should have loved her far more, should have taken more intelligent approaches. He knew that even at his young age at the time, he knew that wasn’t how love should have been. It should have been stronger, strong enough to understand and look past your lover’s flaws, to deal with them instead of running away from them and hoping they would go away.

“I never used to get why he used to freak out on her, you know? She couldn’t control it.” He frowned, the words were true. He knew his mother couldn’t control it but that didn’t excuse what she had done either.

He watched as you went quiet, watching him. He knew he had you in that second, you were far too kind.

Just like her.

So sweet and gentle, you open up your heart too easily and let others walk over you. Gave too much love to the wrong people.

“I’m sorry.” And there it was again, apologizing for things you had nothing to do with. If you were smarter, less kind then perhaps this wouldn’t have easily moved you.

“All better?” He asks, and you look up at him with those conflicted eyes again. He gave you a smile when he noticed you were no longer shaking, your breathing had steadied at last.

He had done it, he succeeded in taking you out of your horrid mind for a moment. He had known how to handle it, how to handle you.

“Y-Yeah.” You say and start to pull away but he catches your hand again, laughing a bit before he takes you back to the bathroom.

“Dry your hands, baby.” He brings you over to the sink, letting you dry your wet hands with one of the small towels.

“You’re staying the night.” He stated, knowing you wouldn’t protest against it. You had not gone with Eunji so you had to have known better by now to refuse this.

He wraps his hands around your waist, eager to feel you again. He pulls you back against his waist and meets your reflection in the mirror in front of you both. A raised eyebrow is all he sends you in response to your silence.

You nod without a word and he can’t help the immense satisfaction at your obedience. He smirks into your neck, and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when his fingers go underneath the t-shirt of his you’re wearing, trailing up your bare skin.

His mouth grazes your neck, completely relishing in the way he could practically see the goosebumps on your skin.

“I can’t believe you’ve deprived yourself from sex for so long.” He confesses his thoughts, truly wondering how you had not engaged in the lustful act for so long. A college girl at her prime age so starved from one of the greatest pleasures in life.

You really were the one for him, even unknowingly saving yourself for him only. It was insanity.

“With such a pretty face,” He wonders as his fingers trailed further up your stomach, coming to finally palm your breasts fully. “ And body.”

“ You drive me crazy.” He groans into your neck and he feels your fingers tug at his hair harshly, causing a surprised chuckle to leave him. He had not expected that little bold move from you but he found himself loving the idea of discovering what exactly you would be into when it came to sex.

His hands continue to knead your breasts, circling your nipples slowly and he knows you're getting fed up with it by the way your breathing has quickened. He himself could feel the intense arousal begin to build up, the hardness returning already.

He stops his movements, taking notice in the way your eyebrows had knit together at the loss of touch. He immediately turns you around and lifts you up, gripping the bottom of your thighs as he crosses the space over to the shower. Sliding open the glass doors, he holds you up against the tiled walls and uses one hand to turn on the shower head. The warm water falls on you both and he wastes no time in connecting your lips back to his.

You are more than compliant in the matter, your eyes falling shut as his tongue slips in with no warning. You let out a moan and he groans against you, his mouth moving to the side of your neck where a bruise was already forming from his earlier actions.

You really didn’t look that regretful right now.

Jungkook sets you down for a moment , taking the soaking material of the t-shirt and throwing it off you. It leaves you exposed to his hungry gaze that can’t seem to get enough no matter how much he takes. You let out another gasp as he moved you to the other side of the shower, pressing you up against the fogged up glass door instead where the water barely hit either of you.

You looked so pretty like this, completely wet and bare for his eyes only.

His mouth reconnects with your neck again, but this time he drags it down over to your breasts. Taking your nipple into his mouth as he sucks harshly.

“A-Ah Jungkook!” Your high pitched whine rings in his ears, only encouraging him. His fingers slip underneath the thin material of your underwear, and he nearly lets out a moan himself at the feeling of your wetness pooling over his digits.

It earns another whimper from you , he twirls his tongue around your nipple one last time before his mouth finally leaves your left breast, leaving a trail of saliva on it. His thumb comes to harshly brush over where his mouth had just been.

“You’re such a dirty girl, acting all proud and modest.” He comes up to whisper roughly in your ear. His other hand continues working on your lower region, fingers rubbing against your folds until he finally lets two digits slide in.

He watches your mouth fall open, your pretty face scrunching up in evident pleasure.

“Acting like you didn’t just let me fuck you moments ago.” He hissed as he dragged his fingers in and out in a much quicker motion than he had last time.

“Fuck!,” You moan, eyes darting down to where he had his knuckle deep in you, and he almost laughs at your expression.

He curls his fingers inside of you, searching for the same spot that had you coming so effortlessly earlier. His eyes were fixated on your breasts and the way the water from the shower was still dripping off them.

“I’m so fucking hard baby.” He grunts against you, not stopping his relentless pace with his fingers. He watched your back arch, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly as another silent moan leaves you, your mouth hung open.

“Ah! J-Jungkook I’m close,” He loves the sound of you begging him, absolutely adores it. “ I’m so close.”

He hums against you, thrusting his fingers one more time before you let out a very vocal moan, your eyes shutting briefly as your chest falls and rises. He instantly feels your release on his digits, and he pulls them out, rubbing the sticky substance against your folds.

“Feel good?” He asks in a breathless whisper and you nodded twice, head still seeming completely out of it, too focused on the blissful experience.

You continue to let out more breathless whimpers as he pulls out his fingers, and brings them over to his mouth.

“You taste so sweet,” He tells lowly, tongue sucking every bit of you from his fingers and he can only imagine his head between your thighs now, how good that would feel for you both.

You watched him, eyes still on his fingers before your gaze shifted to the side.

You were still so shy, he mused.

“You know what would make me really happy?” He asks you, face inching so close to yours that you had no choice but to look back up at him. He smiles down at you, gently coming to hold your chin, brushing your lower lip with his finger.

“For you to return the favor.” His words were dripping in desire and you seemed to catch on immediately to what he was referring to.

Your eyes traveled down, stopping directly at his crotch. His fingers played with the top of his boxers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his rock-hard cock that was dripping in pre-cum.

He sees you start to kneel but you hesitate for a second, biting your lip in contemplation.

“We’ve already gone as far as there is to go baby,” He says with a half sultry smirk, coming to smooth out the skin of your cheek with his thumb. “ What’s holding you back from this?”

It was true, Jungkook concluded there was no point in trying to save face, no matter how guilty you would feel afterwards, you would not regret it in the long run. He would make sure of that.

His tempering words seem to fully convince you and you fully kneel before him, placing your hands hesitantly on his thighs as your mouth inched towards his throbbing cock.

“Just like this,” He instructs in a soft whisper, guiding your hand over to his length, fingers stroking him up and down in slow motions .

His hands leave yours and you continue without his assistance, wrapping your fingers around his length fully and steadily increasing the pace.

“Fuck,” He grunted, knitting his eyebrows, he had a full view of your breasts from here, that mixed in with your touch was driving him completely over the edge.

“You’re doing so good, keep going.” He urged you, and you easily complied,continuing to stroke him. He felt overwhelming pleasure take over him, and he knew it was pathetic but he wouldn’t last much longer.

You were too perfect at this.

“Baby, baby I need your mouth.” He said in a rushed whisper, his hand coming to grip your hair, pushing you forwards slightly. You licked your lips, taking one glance at him before you wrapped your mouth around his cock. You were clumsy, showcasing your inexperience but he guided your head back up, letting you start slow.

You seemed to take his hint, one hand still on the lower part of his length as your tongue came to lick off the precum on the tip. His jaw clenched at the wave of arousal that washed over him.

“You’re doing so fucking perfect baby.” He moaned, unable to keep down his clear pleasure and your tongue came to lick the side of his cock again, twirling it around. He gripped your hair tighter, wishing he could shove his entire cock down your throat but he remained still, waiting for you to explore further.

Your lips then slowly wrapped around his cock again, this time taking him in halfway and he swore he nearly came in that moment. The image of your pretty lips around him was too much, it sent a slight tremble through his body.

“So pretty with your mouth around my cock.” He breathed and felt the muscles in his thighs clench when you took him further in, beginning to bob your head up and down while your other hand stroked what you couldn’t take fully inside your mouth.

“Fuck, just like that.” His hand is still tightly holding your hair and he thrusts his hips forward slightly, causing you to take him in even further and he watches you gag on his length.

That only edges his release more.

“Sorry baby,” He apologizes despite not feeling the least regretful for the immense pleasure that shot through him. His gaze is glued to your mouth continuing to take him in, and the way your other free hand is gripping his thigh so tightly.

“Look at me,” He orders, tugging your hair again and your eyes meet his. He comes to brush away some of the loose strands of hair from your forehead, your skin clammy from the steam of the hot shower and everything feels absolutely perfect. He was sure he could never let you go after this, nobody would be able to replace you. Nobody could come close.

He holds your stare as your cheeks sucked in on him, your eyes were slightly glossy still from he had thrusted into you and you looked so beautiful to him. Jungkook’s breath hitches, feeling his release approaching at a rapid speed. His fingers curled against your hair as he bit his bottom lip harshly, letting out a curse every other second.

“Fuck fuck baby,” He whispered in a hiss as your hand grazed a lower region of his length, he no longer could withhold the overwhelming sensation and he tugged your head back a bit as his muscles tensed up completely. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came, the hot liquid filling your mouth and you flinched back a bit.

You swallowed most of it but he moved your head back completely. He steadied his breathing and watched as you came to wipe his cum that was still running down your chin. He ran his hand through his wet hair, tilting his head back as he finished relishing in the last bit of arousal that traveled through him.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would harden again just by looking at you like this. He grabbed arms, bringing you back to your feet before his lips pecked yours.

“I love you, you know that right?” He mumbled against your lips that were still glistening with the remains of his release.

You didn’t respond, only gave him a wide eyed look before nodding.

He kissed you again, harder this time and his arm locked around your waist while he used his other one to lift you back up, wrapping your legs around him.

“I love you so much baby.” He repeated, bringing you both under the shower head.

With every love confession he felt your body stiffen but Jungkook ignored it.

He knew he had you, you just didn’t realize how deeply you were falling yet. Your mind was still in denial but Jungkook knew the doubts he had planted inside your head would soon turn completely in his favor, you would soon be the one begging for him.

—-

You were finally asleep, you kept tossing and turning in your spot and Jungkook could only imagine what was keeping you from being at ease. He soon became aware just how much your mind never seem to shut off, which was burdensome.

His fingers trailed down your exposed arms, his eyes watching carefully how your lips were set in a pout and regulated breaths left you. He slowly got out of bed, taking another wary glance at you before stepping out of his bedroom and going towards the kitchen.

His hands reached over for your phone that he had left on the counter, immediately going to your most recent texts with Eunji.

From Eunji: Hey I’m sorry about everything I said. I think you might be right about Jungkook. Can we talk?

He frowned, his lip tilting upwards as he read the text over again.

It seemed like you were having some interesting conversations about him. What had you told Eunji about him that could of made her doubt? It couldn’t have been much, he knew you wouldn’t have hinted at cheating, that would of been incredibly stupid on your part. Did you simply give a usual best friend run down about not approving of her boyfriend?

That was a tricky route as well, he couldn’t imagine you saying that either giving how fearful you had seemed about her suspecting you had any feelings towards her.

Whichever it was, you had made a great mistake. His eyes read over the time Eunji had sent it, it had not been that long ago. Jungkook stared at the text in silence for a couple more seconds, his mind filling with possibilities and the realization soon settled in.

She had sent this text after you two had slept together.

If you had been putting ideas into her head about him beforehand, why had you suddenly decided to come sleep with him? Unless, something had urged you and changed your mind last minute.

Unless Eunji had said something else to you right before you had come to him.

He scrolled down, eyes landing on the rest of the texts.

To Eunji: What do you mean? Did he do something?

From Eunji: No

From Eunji: Well, I don’t know..

The messages ended there and Jungkook thought over what could have possibly made Eunji say that. There was nothing, he had been the perfect boyfriend. Or had there been a slip up? It was unlikely , he never made moves without precise calculations, he always thought over what his actions could result in.

He had made sure to not overdo it and he knew how to play the part. He had some previous experience with other girls, he knew what was expected of a boyfriend, he knew how to emulate that rawness and make it seem real. And it wasn’t like it was that hard, Eunji was fairly easy to please , or maybe her standards had truly been low in the past.

Jungkook had been determined in making her fall in love with him, and there was no doubt in him that he had succeeded to the fullest. He could see it in the way she looked at him every time they were together, the giddiness and need to please him. Eunji looked at him the same way he looked at you.

While it wasn’t particularly hard to be with Eunji physically, she was a conventionally attractive girl after all , it was getting harder and harder for him to indulge in romantic acts with her. Not only because he despised her, and didn’t enjoy seeing the little moments of joy he had to give her but because everything he did with her was what he wanted to do with you so badly. Every gentle touch, every kiss, every romantic gesture, the only way he could manage to do it with such perfection was because he was imagining it was you the entire time instead.

And it had worked.

But after tonight, he wasn’t so sure it was going to be as easy. Now that he knew what it was like to have you, actually have you and not the deluded image of you, he couldn’t imagine being with anybody else.

Jungkook bit his lip, opening your Google maps , enabling your location and sending the tracking link to his own phone before deleting the evidence on your device. He clicked out of your messages and sat your phone down, grabbing his phone from the counter now instead.

He pulled up his contacts, finding Eunji’s and his jaw clenched as he sent the text.

To Eunji: Hey babe, do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 8. Love you.

He sighed as he walked back down the hallway, eager to be next to you in bed again.

—-

After dropping you off at your apartment, Jungkook could only focus on your touch that still lingered on him. You had taken up most of his mind now, more than usual. It left little room for anything else to maintain his attention for long.

As he expected you had not even questioned why he had your phone when he gave it back to you, either you were too caught up in whatever lie you were going to tell Eunji for where you were last night or you were simply too afraid to confront him at all.

Jungkook didn’t know how to feel about that. Ideally , he didn’t want you to always fear him but he soon learned that intimidation was a perfect ploy when it came to control. If you fearing him was what made him get what he wanted, then by all means, he was willing to intimidate you to no end.

However, he knew his limits. He couldn’t intimidate you too much, only enough to keep you from at arm’s length, to have you where he wanted. He didn’t want you to be completely scared of him, quite the opposite, he needed you to find comfort in him. He needed you to depend on him, to seek him out when everything came crashing down.

Even if he was the one causing every bit of destruction in your life.

It was for your own good, he convinced himself.

The pain and suffering that was to come would only be temporary. He soon would wash every worry and better your life completely. He would be your saving grace.

—-

Jungkook had not seen or talked to you since your meeting at the bakery a week ago and if he was being honest with himself, he was still rather upset with you. It was one thing for him to already know you were not being sincere about your seemingly newfound feelings towards him, he had not bought since the start. But seeing you sit there and try to manipulate him into believing you had a change of heart was just adorable.

He almost felt insulted, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have continued to let you think you were the one controlling him for longer but he didn’t feel like feeding into your little poorly executed plan anymore. Did you really think he was that stupid? There’s no way you could have truly believed you had outsmarted him, you had not even attempted to be subtle about it.

Your words you had told him were still fresh in his mind.

“It’s wrong, I know it is. She’s my best friend but…I can’t help what I’m starting to feel for you.” You said softly, the words were everything he would’ve loved to hear, a dream come true for him.

If only they would have been true.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel bitter, and it was a blow to his ego for sure. He wanted to know where you had gotten the sudden courage to lie so boldly to him, it was nothing like the little white lies you had said to him before in his bedroom.

No, you were putting on an entire show right now.

“You won’t leave me, right? You can’t.” Your voice had taken a higher pitch in an attempt to sound like the thought actually frightened you.

He would admit it was amusing to see you try to use some sort of shit reverse psychology on him, perhaps you were paying extra attention in class lately but unfortunately for you, Jungkook could teach you more about the human psyche than any of your professors ever could.

But he supposed that only showed your innocence, how unnatural it was for you to try and trick people. He thought you would make a good therapist one day, but only if you had him by your side. Otherwise, you would be an easy target to any other ill intentioned person out there and you might find yourself being subject to the swindling of your own patients.

Jungkook can’t help but feel shocked at you reaching over to grab his hand, gently squeezing it.

Another dead giveaway.

You never initiated intimacy, which was what had immediately given away your act when you had taken him to bed the other night.

“Right?” You repeated in the same tone, and Jungkook simply stared down at your hand, feeling his blood boil.

All he could think about was how much of a lesson you needed to even think you had a chance at playing him like this, he loved you so much and yet you still attempted to make a fool of him.

He forced himself out of the memory but you were all he could think about still, the image of you seated in front of him kept coming back to him.

He had to be patient with you.

Although, he had not been so patient considering he had played you the recordings of your friend’s less than kind confessions shortly after.

He was the jealous type, he could fully confess that.

Seeing you so desperate to fool him in hopes of saving your little friend had really pissed him off. Of course every little thing always went back to her. Your attention was always on her, even when you two had been the most intimate, he could tell all that had been running through your mind was Eunji.

He hated it.

He had hated it from the start but it was much more bearable when he had suspected it was a simple crush, he didn’t think your feelings had ran so deep. Maybe that had been his one and only mistake , underestimating your feelings for her and the tight bond you had formed.

Yet he supposed that would also come to work in his favor, the deeper the feelings, the more it would hurt. And what happens when the person you think to love most betrays you? You break down, your world caves in and you feel every possible emotion there is to feel. Anger, rage, sadness, hopelessness, and his personal favorite, vengeance.

You were already breaking. That recording was the first crack on the glass. He had seen it all your face.

And there was much more to expose about your little friend still.

Jungkook took a lazily sip of his wine, checking the tracker that gave away your location at all times. You were at your apartment now, as per usual. You tended to come directly home after your classes, only occasionally stopping at the library or the cafe sometimes.

He supposed that was not surprising considering your anxiety but he hoped you didn’t isolate yourself completely, that could lead to some dreadful thoughts. He wished he could be with you at all times, making sure you were okay but he figured you needed to start learning some harder lessons. One could say it was unethical to continue to mess with your mind but Jungkook quite enjoyed getting inside your head, he enjoyed the control and how easily it was to maneuver through your thoughts and pin them against you.

You didn’t even realize how much your own mind had become his biggest accomplice.

He exited out of the tracker and went to his storage, clicking on the recording he had shown you.

As the audio played, the memory of it came along with.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed it, the way she looks at you.” Jungkook chuckles, fingers playing with the rims of his wine glass. You two were eating some takeout at his kitchen counter and he leaned forwards,his phone poking out slightly from the front pocket of his jeans.

Eunji gave him a confused look but he didn’t buy it. The girl definitely had to know, she couldn’t be that oblivious.

“What do you mean?” She asked as she took another bite of the steak.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about. Her eyes practically twinkle.” He adds, giving her a knowing look.

He watched as she swallows her food, knitting her eyebrows.

“Oh, Y/n. Yeah.” She clears her throat, shaking her head as she let out a small laugh. “She’s had a crush on me since forever.”

Forever.

Jungkook stiffened, not liking the sound of you having those insignificant feelings for this girl for so long.

“And what? …You guys ever?..” He forced a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow and he watched as Eunji shook her head immediately.

“No! No way. Purely platonic. You don’t need to worry babe.” Eunji assured him with a closed lipped smile, sounding like she was a bit embarrassed that he had even speculated the idea.

He felt great relief wash over him, knowing that you two never had anything serious. He had already suspected it was a one-sided thing but he appreciated how easily Eunji had confirmed it.

“So, you never liked her back?” He asks , before he paused and let out a small scoff. “ I mean, not that I blame you, she doesn’t seem to be..that appealing.”

Eunji’s eyes widened, letting out a snicker that almost choked no on her food.

Jungkook handed her over a napkin, a look of practiced obliviousness taking over his features.

“No offense, I don’t mean to sound like an ass,” He defends with a laugh.” She seems like a nice girl but…”

He watches her recover, waving him off as she continues to eat.

“No it’s true,” Eunji shrugs and Jungkook nearly glared at her but he forced himself to remain in character.

“I told her you thought her shyness was cute but that café meeting was a little painful.” She says with a sigh.

This was going to be interesting, a lot more interesting than Jungkook had previously thought.

And far easier than he assumed as well.

“Yeah it was awkward as shit, can’t believe you left me alone with her for that long.” He exasperated playfully, coming to take a sip of his wine.

Eunji let out a laugh before she raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I have to deal with her everyday, she can be so sweet but god, it’s so annoying at times.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side ,looking at Eunji closely.

“Is that why you haven’t hooked up with her?” He joked again and Eunji sent him a playful glare, grinning a bit.

“To be honest…it wasn’t like I haven’t fooled around with girls before but Y/n? Come on, you’ve seen her. She’s so…I don’t know, boring? Not my type at all.”

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his glass so hard that he was sure it would shatter.

“What? You don’t like the boring ones? I heard they are the best in bed.” He forced out with a suggestive smile and Eunji rolled her eyes.

“She has no appeal. I think that’s why she hasn’t gotten with anyone in so long, I kinda feel bad for her but it’s also her own fault, you know?” Eunji took a quick sip of her wine before continuing. “ She could try to..branch out more but she doesn’t..does she really expect someone to just appear out of nowhere and love her?”

The irony of it all was killing Jungkook but he simply nodded at her words.

She was doing such a good job at digging her own grave, barely needing much of his assistance.

And he knew why, Eunji was over sharing your business, and it came too naturally for her. It became clear in that moment that she had done this before, with her past partners most likely.

That enraged Jungkook to no end, he felt the need to defend you, protect your privacy, your dignity and your feelings. It wasn’t like he could control the past but he could control the future and he would make sure Eunji’s future would end in nothing but misery.

“ Even when I talk to her, she’s so awkward, you know? Like when we had dinner. I’m still sorry about that babe,” She shook her head in disbelief. “..she must’ve made you feel pretty uncomfortable.”

Every word she said couldn’t be further from the truth.

“She’s my friend but she can’t hold a conversation to hold her life.”

She was so pathetic, Jungkook thought as he gave her another nod in agreement.

“ I have to agree with that, but I accept your apology.” He reached over to grab her hand, laying a quick kiss on it despite wanting to be anywhere else but with her.

It wasn’t anything new, was all Jungkook could conclude from the conversation.

Eunji had these ill feelings about you for a while, she just seemed like the type to always pretend she was a better person than she actually was. Maybe she was similar to you in the way she was willing to be a people pleaser in the most shallow of ways.

But unlike you, she had no issue complaining about it to anyone that would be willing to listen.

Jungkook straightened when he heard the front door open, eyes darting over to the figure that had just arrived.

“I didn’t know you were coming over..” His mother’s surprised voice greeted him, she took slow steps towards him. She was still in her work clothes, the usual blazer paired with pencil skirt.

Jungkook barely gave her a nod in acknowledgment. He rarely came over to his parents house , and much less when he knew his mother would be around.

“Dad told me you had that professor’s number,” Jungkook announced, watching as his mother put down her purse and gave him a perplexed look.

“The one who used to always come over for dinner.” He clarified in a flat tone and a look of realization took over her face immediately.

“Oh!” She nodded. “ Professor Clark . Old friend from college, yeah I do.”

“I need it.” He stated simply, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. He pointed towards the laptop screen in front of him.

“Looks like he works at this university on the other side of town, I’ve been there before.”

His mother followed his gaze, nodding along but she furrowed her eyebrows as she read over the letters on the screen.

“ Why do you need his number exactly?”

Jungkook clicked out of your college website and gave his mother a sharp glare.

“Can you give it to me or not?” He demanded, not bothering to hide the attitude that slipped into his tone.

His mother’s face dropped, and he almost felt bad for his harsh tone.

Almost.

“U-uh, yeah.” She reached over to get her purse again and took out a blank sticky note. “Hold on.”

She hurriedly wrote down a number before handing it over to him with a small smile.

Jungkook took it, ignoring her smile.

“Thanks,” He muttered, getting off his seat and grabbing his keys off the counter.

“I-I’m making dinner, it’s your favorite.” She called out as he walked past her and made his way over to the front door.

He halted, scrunching up the note in his hand.

“If you want to stay..” She added in a soft whisper, and Jungkook’s heart tugged at the sound. But all he allowed to showcase was anger, and terrible resentment that still haunted him.

“What? Are you trying to give motherhood another shot?” Sarcasm was thick in his words and he didn’t need to look at his mother’s face to know how much the words had hit a nerve.

“Jungkook, please..I-“

“Thanks but I’ll pass, mom.”

With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

—-

Jungkook had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass college was, and how much of a bigger pain the students were. He made his way through the large corridors of your college, his eyes were glued to his phone, continuously refreshing the tracker and making sure your location still displayed that you were at your apartment.

He finally came across the classroom he had been searching for and he raised his knuckles, knocking on it.

“Come in,” He heard the voice on the other side say and he let himself inside the empty classroom.

Professor Clark stood in front of a desk, going over what seemed to be some type of power point and a pile of documents filled his working area.

“Please enlighten me as to why you couldn’t give me an answer over the phone.” Jungkook said, not bothering with a simple greeting.

Professor Clark gave him a hard look, sighing as he adjusted his glasses.

“Jungkook, what you’re asking me to do is …really severe.” He explained to him in a low whisper, motioning him to come closer and Jungkook quickly closed the space between them.

“I know, but if what you are worried about is losing your job, you won’t.” Jungkook assured in a low tone. “My mom is one of the best lawyers you know, this won’t tarnish your job.”

Professor Clark gave him a wary look, not looking fully convinced by the younger boy’s desperate attempts to make him cave in.

“That’s considering if you even get caught,” Jungkook whispered with the lightest of smirks.

Professor Clark shook his head.

“Kid, your mother is a dear and treasured friend of mine and I’m close with your father as well but this is just …too risky. So many things could go wrong.”

Jungkook wasn’t interested in what could go wrong, he knew that this professor could easily do it but he was being stubborn. Jungkook had witnessed how people always played dirty. After all, he had grown up with them, his parents were both wealthy and respectful figures in society. He knew how those types of people pulled strings and used their power to their own advantage countless times.

“I don’t know , Y/n is a fairly good student of mine. Decent grades and a nearly perfect attendance,” Professor Clark informed him with a frown, giving him a questioning stare.

“Why would you want to do this type of thing to her? Is she an ex girlfriend of yours, kid?” He asked Jungkook with a concerned expression.

“No,” Jungkook denied, with a firm shake of his head.” I’m trying to help her, just trust me on that.”

Professor Clark looked to be in deep thought, debating his options and if he was actually willing to do this type of favor.

Jungkook knew he just needed a little push.

“Besides, I think you owe me this for how long I’ve let you get away with practically eye fucking my mother every time you would come over for dinner,” Jungkook muttered in a low hiss, raising a single eyebrow and he saw Professor Clark freeze immediately.

“I’ve never disrespected your mother, we are just good fri-“

“Oh cut the bullshit, to her you might be a simple friend but to you, she’s someone you never got over back in college.” Jungkook cut him off, narrowing his eyes.

There was endless dirty laundry to expose about his family and their group of friends but Jungkook knew it didn’t need to come to that.

“I do wonder how my father would take that.” He tilted his head, “ and I wonder even more how your wife would take that.”

Professor Clark returned his glare, letting out a frustrated sigh. Jungkook wasn’t sure how far exactly this man’s fascination with his mother was but he certainly carried a guilty conscience with how visibly shaken up he had gotten at the mention of his wife.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Give me some time though.”

Jungkook gleamed, letting a full smirk form on his face.

Professor Clark gave him another concerned look.

“ I knew you would grow up to be trouble boy, you have given your poor mother nothing but headaches.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, he was already halfway out the door.

—

It was torture, going so long without touching or being close to you but it would be worth it. Jungkook was hellbent on teaching you a lesson, and what better way to do that than to give you what you wanted for so long?

Peace of mind.

Leaving you alone for the past two weeks while he perfected his plans would reward you both soon. If Jungkook knew anything about you, it was that you would be in the same torture as him. You were most likely trying to figure out what his next move was, losing sleep over if whether or not he would expose you to your little friend.

You still held so much hope for her even after that voice recording, he didn’t really didn’t want to show you more but he knew he had to in order to get you to a completely vulnerable state.

His eyes scanned over his phone screen, and he checked the time.

You would be heading to your apartment soon.

Then, right on time his phone vibrated.

From Eunji: You almost here?

He smiled, licking his lips as he typed out the response.

To Eunji: Nearly there, babe.

Professor Clark had texted him earlier that he had done what he asked and it was only a matter of days before you would be expelled from your college for violating one of the most strict rules. Plagiarism. The college had a zero- tolerance policy for it and with the help of his mother’s friend, that essay he tampered with would be your last at that college.

It was cruel, he would admit it. But he needed you to fully rely on him, he needed to strip you of all the good things in your life so you had nowhere else to run but him.

People made desperate decisions in desperate times, you would be no different.

How could you ever refuse him when he would offer you a completely free ride at another, highly more prestigious college? You would never want to burden your parents more, they were already struggling as it was.

And how were you meant to explain to them you had been expelled for plagiarism of all things? So much embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t do it, you would avoid going back home at all costs.

He knew your kind nature wouldn’t want to put your parents through that type of stress and disappointment.

But lucky for you, you wouldn’t need to face any of that. You would have him .

Jungkook walked out his childhood room, turning down the hallway and he nearly bumped into his mother but he stepped out of the way just in time.

“Sorry,” He mumbled and his mother gave him a warm look.

“You’ve been coming over more lately, I’m glad.” She told him and he simply stared at her, not knowing what to respond.

“ I have to go.” He says instead and goes to move past her but she grabs his arm, stopping him.

He flinched, eyes immediately going down where her hand was touching him and she lets go instantly.

“I’m sorry, um..” She apologizes and lets out a sigh. “I was just coming to ask you if you have seen my necklace? The butterfly one, I can’t find it anywhere.”

Jungkook bit his lip, eyes focusing on the way she motioned towards her bare neck when the words had left her and he shook his head.

“Haven’t seen it.”

His mother opens her mouth, looking like she was about to say something else but Jungkook walks away before she has the chance. His jaw is clenched as he walks outside and towards his car, not being able to ignore the ache in his heart as he climbs inside.

—

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