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do you guys ever think about how much Jungkook loves Namjoon? no? okay. I do.

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also, I changed my theme :D send me asks if you want a specific scenario or sumn, or if you genuinely have any questions :D sometimes I get a little lost in my dms. :)

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Cold-Hearted (m.) | pt. 2

;pairing — jungkook x reader

;warnings — smut | using others 

;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things

;word count — 9,754

Sleep wasn’t the first thing on your mind. More likely, it was second. And you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit that Jungkook was first. You sat on the bed in your room, staring into space, drawing a blank. You wanted to check the time, but realized you had left your phone in the kitchen with Jungkook. Not wanting to risk any unnecessary confrontation, you stayed put.

You didn’t know when, but eventually you had fallen asleep, only to be awoken by sounds of clinking. You yawned, realizing the sun had risen. You slipped out of bed, making your way out of the room. Just in time, you see Jiyeon, fingers interlocked with Hoseok’s.

“Did we wake you? Sorry,” Jiyeon gave a sheepish smile.

“No, it’s okay.” Your eyes shifted towards the kitchen, curious as to whether or not your guest was still present.

“Come on, Hobi.” Hobi, you mused in your mind. You thought about when the nickname came tumbling from someone else’s lips.

“Good seeing you again,” Hoseok gave you a sunny smile before slipping into the bedroom behind Jiyeon. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and moved towards the kitchen. You didn’t know if you were surprised or not, finding Jungkook and his things gone. As you stared at the empty seat a bit longer, you decided you were more disappointed than anything, and you couldn’t understand why. You picked up the blanket with your thumb and forefinger, rolling your eyes. You made a reminder to wash the thing, putting it back down as you began to prepare for the day ahead of you. You sluggishly took a shower, doing more scrubbing than usual almost as if to cleanse away your sins. Once you were all dressed and ready, you got to gathering your things into your bag and walked to Psychology. You tended to like morning classes, since it left you with the rest of the day to yourself.

This class was probably your favorite of all for the semester, seeing as you got to learn about the human mind and how it worked. You found your seat in the middle of the lecture hall and pulled out your materials, laying your cell phone on the table so you could record the lecture and listen to it on your own time. Sometimes you would find yourself working out while the sound of your professor’s voice filled your mind, distracting you from the burn of exercise.

“Good morning,” the professor greeted, starting to pull up the large powerpoint behind her. She wrote something on the adjoining board. “Today’s topic: Emotion and Motivation”.

“Hey, Y/N.” You were cleaning up, ready to leave the lecture hall and probably head home. You were still tired, and the more time that past, you realized how stupid it was of you to forget to grab even just a granola bar to eat. You looked up at the person who called your name, almost surprised to see who was waiting in front of you.

“Taehyung.”

“That’s me. What’s up?”

“Umm,” you were hesitant to reply. “What are you doing here?” You blurted the words suddenly, catching the flash of surprise in the older boy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, that was rude,” you shoved your laptop into your bag, making sure to stuff your phone in your pocket.

“No, that’s fine. I just assumed you would take more notice of your surroundings, I guess?” That famous smug grin of his slipped into his expression and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Believe it or not, I am here to study.”

“Sure,” Taehyung chuckled. “I have this class, if you haven’t realized by now.”

“Surprising. Don’t remember seeing you at the first lecture. We did ice breakers, and personality assessments.”

“I was sick,” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. You noticed it was lighter than the last time you’d seen him. “Well, that’s what I tell people. I just didn’t want to deal with people.”

“I thought you were a people person,” you stood and tried to find a way to exit this conversation. “But since you aren’t I guess this is where we part.”

“I forgot a word. ‘Certain people’; I didn’t want to deal with certain people. You know who I mean, right? The girls who swamp to the hot guy, and the dudes just looking for a good wing man.”

“You just called yourself hot. Although I hate to admit you are good-looking, you’re the type I can’t deal with.”

“You don’t know that.” Taehyung smirked. “Anyway, you’re hungry right? Come with me.”

You blushed, he couldn’t possibly have heard your stomach grumble, could he? You shook your head vigorously. “No, I really need to get home. I have a class soon, and I need to prepare for it. I went to sleep super late.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Oh, really? That reminds me…”

“Hmm?” You weren’t really into the conversation anymore; you were more keen on escaping. You thought about the cookies you had stored at home.

“...Jungkook got home really late, too. Know anything about that?” You felt your cheeks grow just a little warmer.

“We were working on our physics project. We finished most of it since we obviously don’t like each other.”

“Oh, yeah? So, you think there’s a chance that he went for a hook-up with someone? When he came back, he looked so fucked out. And I’d just had a threesome.” You slapped your hands to your cheeks.

“How would I know?! I don’t care about that piece of shit, and I definitely don’t want to hear about your sexual life, either!”

“Chill out, Y/N. I was just using myself as a comparison.” Taehyung’s eyes squinted into little smiles and his lips into a huge box of a smile. “But I bet if it was you, I wouldn’t need another girl to keep me satisfied. You know what they say about good girls; they’re freaks in the sheets.”

“I am definitely not one of them,” you shook your head. “Now if you’ll excuse me!”

As you made for the exit, Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Let’s get you something to eat. I’ll be civil, I promise. A perfect gentleman.”

You shifted from foot to foot. You were hungry, but you didn’t know if you could take much more of his flirty advances, especially if he’d hint at Jungkook. You wondered if he knew; you wondered if Jungkook had actually somehow snuck out and found another conquest. Were you really that bad? Had you satisfied him at all?

“Come on, I’ll pay. I’m sorry. You’re just so cute to tease.”

“I don’t mind the teasing, Taehyung, but I’d just rather not talk about sex lives.”

“You got it.”

“You’re buying the food?”

“Of course! From this point on, I’ve got to get in your good graces,” and without further ado, Taehyung led the way. You realized you were wandering off campus, and as the pauses at stoplights increased, you wondered if Taehyung really knew where he was taking you.

You opened your mouth, ready to question the taller boy leaning against the pole, but since the light turned white, his excitement hushed you up and you had no choice to follow. He was almost skipping, and when you felt your lips curve into a smile of your own, you began to notice the different buildings lining the streets.

“I’ve never been around here.”

“You haven’t? Jin says if you haven’t come down here at least once in your college career, you haven’t lived. He found out about it when he was a freshman on the brink of starving.”

“What’s Jin like at the frat house,” you wondered if Jin was as much of a foodie as he had always been when you grew up together.

“So he’s your type?”

It took you a moment to process what he said. “Ew, no, gross! I thought everyone at the house knew that he was my brother by now!”

“I’m joking with you; when you left, I happened to see Jin and he told me. See, you’re so cute,” Taehyung lightly pinched your cheek. “Anywho, here we are.”

“A pastry shop?”

“Not just any pastry shop, The Pastry Shop. Come on. I get special discounts.”

“How?” You followed close behind Taehyung as he entered, the bell signalling your arrival. You saw lots of different people, and realized there was a large selection of seating areas. Taehyung’s eyes wandered the store and once he spotted someone he knew, he ran over. The girl wore a frilly apron advertising the shop name, and when they were within arm's distance, Taehyung wrapped his hands around her and pulled her in for a kiss. Of course, not any kiss, but a deep one, tongue and all. Feeling as if you were invading their personal moment, you turned away.

“Y/N, what are you doing over there! Come here!”

You took a deep breath and saw the girl with a large smile. You walked over, “Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be—” The girl cut you off, pressing her lips to your own. Too shocked to move, you let her have her way, and when she did finally pull apart, you didn’t move. All you could hear was Taehyung’s boisterous laughter and see the girl’s beaming smile.

“It gets me every time,” Taehyung exclaimed as he sobered up. “Y/N, this is Hyuna, and this is how we get out discounts, in exchange for the discounts.”

Your eyes bulged and you grabbed Taehyung to pull him closer to your height, “What does this have to do with a discount?”

“Hyuna likes to practice her kissing technique. That’s all there is to it.”

You nodded numbly.

“If it makes you feel any better, you just shared an indirect kiss with me,” Taehyung pointed to himself. “So we should act more familiar with each other; call me Tae.”

“I don’t think that brings us any closer, but sure.”

“Sorry, I thought Taehyung already explained everything to you,” Hyuna smiled brightly. You wondered why she would ever need to practice her kissing technique, seeing as she was already so beautiful. You felt your cheeks… hot, and probably super red. “If it makes you feel better,” she leaned in, “You’re a much better kisser than Tae.”

“Lies, lies, lies,” Taehyung yelled out.

“It’s okay,” you mumble with uncertainty, “Y/N. I’m Y/N.”

“Hyuna. Nice to meet you and welcome to my little shop. I dropped out of the university you two go to a few years ago and built this little place. Choose somewhere to sit and I’ll bring you some menus.”

“Sure,” Taehyung answered for the both of you and he led you to a little booth near the window. While you got comfortable, Taehyung leaned his head in his palm, staring at you. “Well, now you can say you’ve kissed a girl.”

“Now I can say I’ve kissed two girls,” you retort, placing your bag on the floor.

“And the first?”

“Someone in the past. But I can say with confidence I’ve kissed more guys I can count on my fingers.”

“That’s nothing, I’ve kissed more people than I can remember, including guys and girls.” Taehyung looked at you with almost a challenge in his eyes. “But if you’re the one I’m kissing, you might just make me forget my own name.”

“Enough with the flirting, Tae.”

“Okay, okay, just for now.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair as one of the employees set down a pair of menus. Taehyung shook his head, though, as if he had already memorized the thing. “I’ll take a piece of red velvet cake with some of the rose tea Hyuna makes real special.”

“And for you?”

You scanned the menu briskly, seeing so many different options. “A lavender set would be nice.”

“It might take a little bit.”

“No, that’s fine,” you assured the guy, but you weren’t so sure. Your next class started in something like an hour, and seeing how long the walk was to just get here, you felt you would need to scarf the food down when it did come, and run the calories away without really wanting to.

“Alright, I’ll be back with the tea shortly.”

“Take your time, my good sir,” Tae smiled before turning back to you. He didn’t say anything, just stared.

“What?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’ve seen you when you’re angry. Now that’s hot.”

“Nah,”  you shook your head and checked your watch. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure. Like what?”

“I don’t know. Favorite colors, color theory, favorite subjects…” You began to play with the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, I have a good topic. What’s it like fucking Kookie?” You felt something lump up in your throat and your body temperature rise.

“I wouldn’t know,” you managed to choke out, “and I wouldn’t like to either.”

“Uh-huh; speak of the devil.” Taehyung looked out the window, and you followed his gaze to find Jungkook with a shorter person wearing a hoodie that engulfed their stature. A guy? A girl? You couldn’t tell. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, and with the white short sleeved shirt he wore, you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his bicep bulged when he did so.

“God.” The word escaped your lips subconsciously and when Taehyung gave you that look, you sighed. “Why is he everywhere I go?” You tried to make it seem like your feelings about the douche hadn’t changed in the slightest. But they had. You still hated the guy, that was for sure. Just, now you were attracted to him, and the way his hips rolled when he thrust into you.

“Your tea.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung helped clear the table for the teapots. You were surprised to see that they served full teapots, but were happy nonetheless. Once the teacup was set in front of you, you poured it to the rim, watching it steam up. The scent that emanated from the cup left you leaning in for more, calming your nerves.

“Ooh, it’s a double date.” Curious, you turned in your seat to see Jungkook helping someone into their seat. It was a girl, you realized, wearing a hoodie double her size. You wondered why you had thought her to be a boy before.

“Why don’t we make it triple?”

“No, Tae—” Too late.

Taehyung stood from his seat and made his way towards their table. Jungkook was in the middle of listening to what the girl was saying with a large smile. His smile was almost...cute, dare you say it. When Taehyung arrived, Jungkook looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows before nodding slowly. You saw Taehyung point in your direction, and when Jungkook made an attempt to look your way, you turned properly in your seat, just in time for the waiter to stop by.

“It took much less time than was expected; aren’t you lucky.” The waiter gave you a small smile and placed a large tray before you, and a smaller one in front of where Tae should have been.

“Bathroom?”

“You could say that.” You forced a smile.

“Nope; right here. Thanks. But could I trouble you to help me move this to that booth over there?”

“Of course.”

“Taehyung, no. I want to stay here.”

“Y/N, I know you hate the guy, but you’re gonna have to get along at some point.”

“No, Tae, really, I just want to enjoy my meal before I go to class.”

“Come on,” Taehyung was challenging you with the oh-so innocent smile of his, and it angered you so much. You knew no matter how many times you pleaded, he would say no, and you didn’t want to leave with an empty stomach.

“You owe me,” you finally huffed, following behind Taehyung.

“Get a kick out of this; he still doesn’t know it’s you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“Why would I tell him?”

“You think I can get through this without him glaring at me?”

“No.” Without meaning to really inflict pain on the poor guy, although you didn’t feel much guilt, you pinched Taehyung’s butt.

“Ouch! Wait, no, do that again, it kinda felt good.”

“Perv.”

“Kookie, we’re here,” Taehyung announced.

“Hey,” you sneakily peaked from behind Taehyung and glances at Jungkook. He didn’t seem to notice you yet. He had a friendly smile on his face. “The shy type?”

“You could say that.” Taehyung awkwardly reached behind himself and comfortingly, at least that’s what it felt like, patted your back.  “Here, sit.” He moved the slightest bit and pulled out a seat at the table. You didn’t move. “You have to sit sooner or later; I thought you had a class soon.” Begrudgingly, you sat down. Jungkook hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Oh, I love your hair.” The girl that sat next to Jungkook in the over-sized hoodie smiled at you. “Where do you get it cut?”

“Uh…” Your eyes burned a hole in Jungkook and you were surprised he hadn’t noticed the intensity of your gaze. You felt, however, that if you spoke, he would immediately recognize your voice.

“Don’t be shy.” If only you were shy; you just didn’t want the damn boy to turn around and see you.

“My roommate cuts it; she wants to be a hairdresser so she practices on me,” you muttered, making your voice purposefully just a tad octave higher.

“You know, I can still tell it’s you.”

Jungkook didn’t even turn to look at you.

“Oh, you know each other? Why are you so shy, then?” The girl was still super bright, and it almost made you cringe. She was just too bubbly.

“She fell in love with me at first sight last week ago and turned into a crazy stalker, Mina. She started using my hyungs to try and get closer to me, so stay away from her.” Jungkook slowly turned towards you, a hateful smirk on his face, eyes dark.

You rolled your eyes, settling into the mood. You felt your temper rise, but you wouldn’t say anything. You had a goal: finish eating, and leave.

“Oh, my,” his companion gasped. She glanced at you warily before leaning over to the other girl that was present, her date completely distracted by the menu. They started whispering amongst themselves and you sighed heavily. You finally uncovered the tray that had been delivered what felt like ages ago and your insides melted at the beauty of it all. There were two separate small dishes; a good sized slice of purple cake and a small bowl of what looked like vanilla ice cream garnished with lavender. And it all smelled heavenly. You dug into the cake, the taste sweet and fresh.

“Can I taste it?” Taehyung took the fork from your hands and took a bite.

“I didn’t say yes.”

“I wouldn’t have let you say no.”

“Oh, I see.” The girl who’d been whispering with Jungkook’s little friend spoke up. “So as soon as Jungkook rejects you, you go and find a new fling…”

“Think what you want,” you roll your eyes. “I didn’t even want to come to your sad excuse of a double date.”

“Oh, really?” The girl began to get defensive. You kind of wanted to rile her up.

“What kind of dating atmosphere is this anyway? Your date is checking out other girls, and when he isn’t he’s trying to find something else on the menu, and that bastard isn’t even paying attention to what’s going on. As soon as I came over here, he insulted me and just went to spacing out. But hey, if that’s your perfect date, so be it, but I can’t expect your relationships to last long.”

“Well, it’ll certainly be longer than--”

“Most improbable, so let me tell you this; it’ll be shorter than the dick I find myself on tonight, so yeah.” You picked up the spoon on the side of the tray, dug into the ice cream with one large scoop, and sipped the rest of your tea before getting up. “Thanks for the food, Tae.” And with that, you made your way out of the little pastry shop.

“Wait! Y/N! Wait!”

You sighed and paused. Taehyung came running out after you, holding your bag in his hands.

“Oh, thanks,” you gave him a forced smile and shrugged the bag onto your shoulder. “Thanks for everything, except forcing me into that situation.”

“Alright, I’m sorry. But you gotta admit, it was kinda entertaining.”

“To you, maybe.”

“And the rest of the shop. You’ve got yourself quite an audience.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Taehyung. I gotta go,” you checked the time quickly. You had less than fifteen minutes to get to class.

“Wait, about that last thing you said.”

“Thank you?”

“Close, but if you really want to express your thanks…”

“Taehyung, no, oh, my gosh. Do you—”

“Give me your phone. I’ll give you my number, so if you change your mind, maybe we’ll see just how long my dick is.”

“You realize I was joking, right? And besides, I prefer girth over length.”

“You never know what I’m packing until you see it. Come on, hand it over.”

“I need to go.”

“I’m not letting you go until my number is in that phone; hell, you can delete it as soon as I’m out of sight. Just give me a chance.”

A silent moment passed between you two, Taehyung’s hand stretched out and palm up, waiting for your phone. You inhaled deeply, looking up at the blue sky before exhaling. “Fine.” Taehyung quickly dialed his number in your phone before pressing call. His ringtone, a fantastic rendition of the Pokemon theme song, blared loudly and abruptly, and just as sudden as it had started to play, it was silenced by Taehyung pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“Here you go. Let’s see where we both end up; I’ll be waiting.”

“Probably until you die,” you point out.

“Maybe. Now run, woman, run! Class is important!”

You rolled your eyes, feeling a smile curve onto your lips despite the idiocy he was spouting.

When night fell, you found yourself wrapped in blankets taking a break from the hell that was studying. You had Physics and English materials all around you in stacks, and you wondered if you’d ever get through the whole pile.

“Hey, Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen my sweater? The white one with the knitted patterns on the sleeves.”

“The really cute one your mom sent in the mail a few months ago?”

“That’s the one. Seen it?”

“Nope.”

Jiyeon peeked into the living  room where you sat on the couch, witnessing your pitiful state as an episode of some survival show played in the background. All you could tell after watching it for the last thirty minutes was that they were looking for someone who had some special key or whatever, and what was even more confusing was that they all had a key of their own. Maybe you were getting slower...dumber…

“No plans?”

“Do I ever really have plans,” you ask. You sigh and shift in your seat. “Going out somewhere with Hoseok?”

“Yeah, Hobi and I are going to a little dog park.”

“At night?”

Jiyeon shrugged. “His dog is so cute. Guess what his name is.”

“What?”

“Mickey! Like Mickey Mouse, oh, I love the little thing so much.”

“Mickey?” You closed your eyes and tried to think of where you’d heard the name in context before. ‘That’s Mickey, Hobi’s dog.’ You gasped.

“What?”

“What do you call Hoseok?”

“Hobi. But everyone calls him that… maybe I should come up with a different nickname for him? What do you think, something more meaningful...more special and intimate…”

“Does he live at BTS house?”

“Hmm, yeah. Why?”

“That damned dog got me into this mess,” you groaned.

“What?”

And so, the story of how you met Jungkook and ended up in the position you were in unraveled, and Jiyeon listened rather attentively.

“So, how was it?”

“How was it?”

“The sex?”

“I didn’t…”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You expect me to believe that Jungkook left without fucking you at fucking 9 in the morning? The dude looked so fucked out, not to mention how heavy his eyes were. Excuse me, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he had some wet dreams...about you. That boner was no lie.”

“Jiyeon…”

The doorbell suddenly rings and Jiyeon gives you a hard stare. “Coming!” But Jiyeon didn’t get up. “Hurry up.”

“Yes,” you groaned exasperatedly. “We didn’t even do much, but it was good, happy?! But it won’t happen again.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because today…”

“Wait, can I let Hoseok in?”

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?” You threw your hands into the air dramatically and collapsed in the couch. Jiyeon nodded sheepishly before letting her own boyfriend in. Hoseok was dressed in quite comfy attire, holding his dog in his arms. Mickey jumped down and ran around in a small circle and you couldn’t help but slightly giggle at how hyper the creature was.

“Y/N, good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” you smiled at Hoseok. “Sorry, seems like my personal life has got Jiyeon so interested that it’s cutting into your date.”

“No worries; it was more about Mickey than us, anyway.” Hoseok took a bottle of water from the fridge, “I’ll be in Jiyeon’s room.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Hobi-Hobi,” Jiyeon yelped after him before pushing you over on the couch and grabbing your hands. “So what happened today?”

When you finished the summary of today’s events, Jiyeon’s eyes were wide. “Well, what are you waiting for?! Call him!”

“Call who? Taehyung?”

“No! Jungkook! This makes for great angry sex!”

“What is there to be angry about?!”

“Everything! He ditched you, he made a fool out of you, etcetera, etcetera! Call him!”

“I don’t have his number,” you exclaimed.

“Hobi!”

“No, Jiyeon, please, no!”

“You need Jungkook’s number?” Hoseok popped his head out of your roommate’s room. “Sorry, I tried not to listen, but you guys are really loud.”

“No, I don’t.” You pushed Jiyeon off the couch, “She was just ready to leave.”

“Don’t be like this, Y/N.”

“At this point, I want nothing to do with that coconut-headed asshole.”

“He does have  a coconut head,” Hoseok mused.

“But he’s your coconut head,” Jiyeon added slyly.

“As if I want him,” you hissed. “Fuck him!”

“You did. And you want to again.”

“No!”

“You seem kinda frustrated,” Hoseok added, trying to be helpful, but it wasn’t working out in your favor. “Sexually.”

“Guys.”

“Okay, okay,” Jiyeon raised her hands in defeat. “Fine, don’t screw Jungkook and have the best sex you could possibly have. But I’ll tell you this—”

“I don’t want anymore advice. This is embarrassing.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok hummed, but you didn’t hear any sympathy in his voice; his tone buzzed with amusement.

“At least call Taehyung. He seems super eager to get in your sheets, so at least relieve some of this frustration.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea. I’ve heard Taehyung always leaves his customers happy.”

“Customers?”

“It’s a joke at the house,” Hoseok shrugged.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone! If I want some pleasure, I’m perfectly fine by myself,” you huffed, using the couch cushions to cover your reddening face.

“Suit yourself,” Jiyeon hummed. “But whatever you do, be as loud as you’d like. I’ll stay overnight with Hobi; bye.”

“Good luck, Y/N.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you replied, finally removing the cushion when you heard the door click behind them. You sighed deeply. Did you want to have angry sex? Did you just want casual sex? You attempted to roll on your side, instead falling onto the floor.

No. You were perfectly fine by yourself, and you still had some physics flash cards to go through.

“Ugh,” you breathed out deeply. You sat up on the floor and lay your head onto the coffee table.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“I’m sure you are, honey. But you sound stressed, are you being treated well?”

“More or less. I’m being treated like an adult, one thing you aren’t doing for me.”

“Honey, I’m never going to treat you like one. At least not until Seokjin starts acting like his age.”

“Here we go,” you mumble.

“How could you not tell me he moved back to the campus dorms.”

“Frat house,” you chimed in to the beginning of your mother’s rambling.

“A fraternity! Even worse! You know what they do over there? Huh? They get high and drink and make bad decisions! Next thing you know-”

“Next thing I know??

“He’ll be waking up naked in the middle of a harem.”

“Mom, that seems a bit far-fetched. We know Jin’s a ladies-man, but I don’t think--”

“I didn’t mean just women.”

“Jin’s gay?”

“He’s not gay, but he’s not straight.” You thought back on Jin’s previous relationship, how he’d always been overly discreet.

“And how do you know this? Were you snooping around again?”

“No, it’s mother’s intuition.” You rolled your eyes. “And, I looked into his journal. Anywho, who’s been pushing your buttons?”

“No one, Mom. I’m just stressed, midterms are going to be coming up soon, and I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Then where do you think you should be doing what?”

“At the library studying, but how am I going to do that when I’m on the phone with you?”

“You’ve got a point. I’ll let you go.”

“Alright, bye--”

“OH! Before I forget, I sent you a package last week after you told me Jin moved to that damned party house. I think there’s enough for you to keep and give him the rest.”

“Fine.”

“And don’t eat them all! I’ll call Jin! Although, he hasn’t been answering my calls.” You could almost hear the pout in your mother’s tone. “They should have arrived, so before you hit the books, drop those off.”

“Alright, alright. Bye, Mom, love you.”

“I love you, too, honey. Bye!”

The call ended with a click and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the laptop off your lap. To hell with studying, you thought, switching on the television. You started watching the episode of a popular talk show, barely following along as they announced the rumors of different celebrities.

“I’m home! Looks like your mom sent us a package.” You didn’t turn to look at Jiyeon as she entered with a boisterous giggle. “I wonder what it is; last time she sent us a bunch of her homemade cookies. They were so good,” Jiyeon hugged the box close, sitting on the floor next to you.  “It’s a pretty big box.”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to bring some to Jin,” you sighed, using your pen to rip the tape on the box. As soon as it was open, the distinct smell of cinnamon washed over you. “Cinnamon cake,” you grinned excitedly. And there was a small stack of it. You pulled out about six cakes, and you were grateful. At the bottom of the box, however, was a note from your mom saying to eat before the day after tomorrow was over, and to send back all her baking dishes. You could promise that the cake would be finished by tomorrow morning.

“Jin’s over at BTS house now, right? Should we bring it now?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s eat first. I’ll make some hot chocolate, and we-”

“Let’s do it at BTS house.”

“Jiyeon, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to go over there.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Jiyeon retorted. “Besides, I just want to see Hobi really quick; I’m sure you want to see…” Your eyes narrowed, “I’m sure you want to see Mickey. Right?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” she said with a pop. “Now let’s go. We’ll keep these two, and we’ll bring these four.”

“Why don’t we keep three?”

“We’re going to eat one over there. Finesse, Y/N. We’ve got to finesse more cake for ourselves.”

“You’ve got a point. But we’re leaving as soon as we’ve eaten.”

“Okay, okay. Now go get dressed, you look like you haven’t moved for a month.”

“That hurts,” you pressed a hand to your heart. “You think they have stuff to make hot chocolate?”

“Doesn’t your brother, Taehyung, and my boyfriend live there? I’m sure they’ve got their own little stash of Candyland somewhere.” Jiyeon began to slice into a cake as you headed into your room to get dressed. Seeing nothing wrong with your black muscle tee, you slipped on a pair of jeans and grabbed a hoodie.

The walk across campus to the frat house was a long and dreaded one. You hoped that, by some chance, both Taehyung and Jungkook would be gone. At the very least, Jungkook was completely out of sight.

The previous night you had almost succumbed and touched yourself, haunted by the memory of his dick. You hoped God would listen to your pleas.

When you finally came upon the house, you shrunk behind Jiyeon with the box of cakes in your arms. You thought about just pretending to knock and leaving three of the cakes on the doorsteps, but Jiyeon had already begrudgingly rang the doorbell like a madwoman. Namjoon was the one to open the door, a pink hat atop his head and eyes framed with thick black glasses. There was something slightly suspicious about the whole thing; the way that Namjoon opened the door and slyly closed it behind him.

“Jiyeon, Y/N, how can I help you?”

“Is Jin here?”

“He is. Should I pass a message?”

“My mom sent us some stuff, so we…”

“I’ll take it,” Namjoon took the box from you and smiled brightly before going inside and slamming the door behind him.

“The cake!” Jiyeon’s expression morphed into a heartbroken one and she pounded against the door rapidly. This time, it was Hoseok. And he was high.

“Babe!”

“Jung Hoseok, are you guys smoking weed in there?! What did I tell you?!”

“Uh..” Hoseok scratched his head, confused. His eyes were watery and red, and you could smell the green rolling off him in waves. “Not to do it?!”

“No! To invite me!” Jiyeon grabbed you by the wrist and pushed past Hoseok, stomping farther into the house and swerving into the living room where you found all seven residents sat around a large television, about a third of them rolling a blunt between their fingers.

“Goddammit, Hoseok. I told you not to open the door.” Namjoon was placing the cakes on the coffee table.

“I thought you said, ‘Hurry up and open the door’.” Hoseok burst out into chuckles before sitting down and lying his head against Yoongi’s. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed the younger boy away.

“Y/N!” Two different people called out your name and you looked in their direction. Taehyung held a controller in his left hand with a blunt in his right, and Jin sat on the floor beside him. On the other side of Taehyung was the bastard, Jungkook, his head rolled back as he blew smoke from his mouth.

“Hi?”

“Pass it over, dickhead,” Jiyeon took a seat on Hoseok’s lap and snatched the blunt out of Yoongi’s hands, inhaling deeply. You felt as if you’d get high just from being in the same room with them.

“Did you want me to slice some for you guys, since you barged in here?” Namjoon held up the cake and you nodded, ignoring the yells from the guys. “I’ll go get some plates and a knife; anything else?”

“Do you know how to make hot chocolate?”

“We have instant packets. Is that okay?” You nodded. “I’ll be right back.

“Oh, and Namjoon? Why aren’t you high?”

“Someone’s got to take care of these dumbasses, right?” You raised an eyebrow at Namjoon’s response but didn’t ask any further questions.

“Come sit,” Taehyung waved you over, but you wanted nothing to do with Jungkook at such close proximity. You gave him a small shake of your head before occupying what had probably been Namjoon’s seat, looking at the screen to find that both Jungkook and Taehyung were involved in an intense game of Overwatch.

When the game ended, which was barely a minute later, Taehyung moved and pulled you out of your seat before sitting, pulling you into his lap. You would have resisted more if you had known what was happening.

“Are you still playing,” you heard Park Jimin ask Taehyung from across the room, and in response, Taehyung tossed the controller to the shorter boy. You tried to get up and maybe occupy some corner of the room, but Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you. Feeling the hopelessness in the situation, you gave up and sat still and straight, scared to make any move. Taehyung obviously didn’t feel the same way and started to make more moves on you. Anyone who could have helped you out of the situation was completely high off their rockers, and Jiyeon was approaching that state. Even if she wasn’t, you realized with the way she looked at you that she only encouraged Taehyung’s actions.

Finally, finally Namjoon entered, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in one hand, and a plate of your mother’s delicious homemade cinnamon cake in the other. He only spared you an awkward glance before placing the stuff on the coffee table before you and exiting once again.

“Namjoon!”

But it was useless. You looked around, trying to find a savior, but instead, your eyes locked with the bastard’s. Jungkook stared at you, hard, as if he was searching your eyes and couldn’t ind an answer. You looked away quickly.

You sighed in defeat. “Taehyung, can I at least eat?”

“Me?” You rolled your eyes, hearing Taehyung chuckle lightly in your ear. Taehyung loosened his arms around you just enough so you could you reach for your cake, but the action seemed to only worsen your situation. Taehyung groaned quietly and you felt your cheeks warm.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to adjust yourself so you were only seated on one of his legs.

“Do it again.”

“No.” You used the fork and dug into the slice of cake.

“It smells good.” Taehyung took the fork from you and took a piece for himself. “Indirect kiss,”  he whispered in a sing-song voice. You blushed even more, taking the fork back to finish your slice of cake. When you were done, Taehyung set the plate back onto the coffee table for you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you closer to him

“You’re so cute,” Taehyung mumbled, pressing his lips to your cheek. You shrunk away from him, embarrassed. You wondered how he could be so forward in a room with all of his friends. Hell, just your closest friend there was making you feel like a major sinner. But you couldn’t move. Of course you were attracted to Taehyung; just a little bit, but it seemed like he was ready to commit an act of live porn.

“For God’s sake, please get a room.” Your eyes found an irate Yoongi and your cheeks flushed the color of cherries.

“Will do.” Taehyung got up and hauled you with him, and as much as you did try to resist, Taehyung was much stronger than you. Before you knew what had happened, you were seated atop the bed in what you assumed was Taehyung’s room. Your hands came up and covered your face, embarrassed. Jungkook just saw you basically run off with his roommate. Of course, you didn’t really run off with him, but you weren’t sure how he perceived it.

“Tae, I don’t want to do this.”

“I know.” Taehyung pulled off his shirt, coming close to you.

“No, Taehyung, seriously.”

“I know, I know.” Taehyung lightly caressed your cheek and smiled his signature box smile. “I’m not an idiot. I may be high, but I’m not crazy.” And with that, he climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I thought…”

“If you want to, I’m down. You just looked really uncomfortable in there.”

Your mind was slow to process these words. Without warning, you pinched Taehyung on his arm, eliciting a sound of pain. “You jerk! Whose fault do you think it was?”

“I would love to say it was mine, but we all know it was because Jungkook was giving you bedroom eyes. Now, let me sleep, woman. If you leave too soon, they’re gonna think I was a bad partner, so chill out.”

“Screw you, Tae,” but you didn’t move.

“Oh, I know you want to.” Taehyung shifted in the bed to get more comfortable.

Moments passed and soon enough, all you could hear was the light snoring of Taehyung and his uneven breathing. You could tell something like an hour had passed, and knowing that Jiyeon wasn’t really sober enough to really walk across campus with you back to your dorm, you thought it would be okay to just escape my yourself. You glanced at the shirtless Taehyung one last time before pocketing your cell phone and opening the door. You didn’t really know why you were being so wary, and you knew if anyone saw you, they’d just think you were either being plain stupid or suspicious.

You looked left and right before stepping out of the safety of Taehyung’s room and closed the door behind you.

“You’re alive.”

You jumped at the sudden interruption.

“Go away.”

“Why should I? Again, you’re in my home.”

“Shut up! I don’t even want to be here.”

“Then, leave.” Jungkook moved his head in the direction of the front door. “Or if you like hopping people’s gates, there’s the back door.” He pointed to a glass door besides Taehyung’s. “You could probably use the exercise.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?” Accusation seeped into your tone.

“Those words never left my mouth.”

“Oh, whatever.” You turned and made a move to leave, but of course, Jungkook wouldn’t let you off that easy.

“You haven’t told anyone, right?”

“Tell who what?”

“What happened… that night.”

“You’re high, fuck out of here,” you yanked your hand back but Jungkook just forced you against the wall. Memories of him pressing into you that night in your dorm flashed through your mind and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Seriously.”

“No! I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation; you’re the lousiest lay I’ve ever encountered.”

“Your body doesn’t seem to think so,” Jungkook stared into your eyes. Were those the bedroom eyes Taehyung mentioned? God, why is he so handsome.

“No, I didn’t tell anyone. Let me go.”

“Good,” Jungkook stepped back and you felt cold. “Keep it that way.”

“My lips are sealed, whether I like it or not,” you muttered, finally making your exit.

Naked, you crawled under your sheets. You really didn’t want to do what you were about to do. Not because the action was embarrassing—hell, it was something that happened on it’s own—but because of who you thought of. Nothing could distract you from the fact that your fingers were twitching between your legs, nothing could make you overlook the fact that this was all due to a man who had seemed to lead you on, leaving you to resort to finishing yourself off.

You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through pictures on Instagram, but as if he was haunting you, a picture showed up with the boys from the frat house at a pool. Shirtless. You remembered when Jungkook walked out of his bedroom in just a towel. You squeezed your thighs together.

You were so wet, it was illegal. And all because Jeon Jungkook got a little too close to you. You’d be happy to admit if it was someone else who had gotten you aroused in just the slightest, but Jungkook infuriated you. You pressed an experimental finger against your clit, biting your lip in anticipation. The ache intensified.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your fingers soaked. You thrust two fingers inside yourself, trying to lessen the ache, but it didn’t seem to be enough. Your body wanted something, or rather someone, to fill you. You reached into your nightstand and blindy searched for your last hope. The vibrator had been acquired with your purchase of Fifty Shades of Grey, back when the book had just become a bestseller. Although you felt the book was shit, the vibrator was the only ray of light that came with your purchase.

You parted your thighs, turning the toy on with the press of a button. You moaned as you pressed the tip against sensitive flesh. Shutting your eyes, you ran it along your slit, teasing yourself until you couldn’t take it anymore and plunged it into yourself. The soft buzz emanating from the vibrator was pleasing, but you couldn’t help but feel as if it still wasn’t enough. Nevertheless, you continued to move the inanimate cock in out out of yourself, and in your room, you felt like the buzz was too loud.

You groaned, just slightly embarrassed as you arched off the bed, the pressure welcomed. You imagined Jungkook fucking you. Would he be slow and gentle this time? Would he listen to your pleas again and act as if he couldn’t get enough of you?

You heard your phone ring, and shocked, as if you’d been caught in the act, you stopped all movement. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed the power button, keeping the toy between your thighs. An unknown number popped up, but for some reason, you slid the bar to answer. “Hello?” Your voice came out raspy, and you cleared your throat before saying it again. You figured it was probably some person asking about when you’d pay your internet bill. Or something like that.

“Y/N.”

“Taehyung?” You suddenly remembered that you’d exchanged numbers with Taehyung and you cursed mentally. “What do you want?”

“No need to be rude, babe. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m guessing you deleted my number.”

“It was never saved.” You were curt with your answers. You badly wanted to hang up and finish yourself off.

“What are you doing?”

You tried to pull the toy out of yourself, but you were scared that with its size, Taehyung would hear the pop that came with yanking it out.

“Nothing,” you answered. “Studying.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Is it boring?”

“Sure,” you answered. “But I want to pass, so…” You began to move the phone away from your ear when you heard it.

“Fuck!” You shivered, subconsciously pushing the vibrator just a little deeper into yourself. In result, you whimpered.

“Ha! You suck,” Taehyung yelped on the other end of the line. “Sorry, I’m playing Overwatch with Jungkook.”

“You swallow. Damn it, again. Let’s go again.” Who’d have thought just his voice was enough to make you want him even more than you already did. You heard him groan, probably in pain, and you couldn’t understand why. Nevertheless, you found yourself almost responding to his with a moan of your own.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung asked again.

“Nothing,” but because of your inability to properly speak, it just sounded like a hum.

“Are you… masturbating?” You shook your head, but the silence was enough for Taehyung to know the answer. You heard Taehyung clear his throat, and you could only imagine what he was thinking. You’d been caught.

“Where are you going?” You heard Jungkook question his roommate.

“Do you want me to come over?”

You thought about it. If Taehyung was as good as they said, maybe you could finally forget about Jungkook. Just maybe.

“Yes.”

“Text me your dorm.” And before the call ended with a click, you heard a small exchange between the two boys. With your left hand, you awkwardly texted your dorm number to Taehyung. And then you waited in heavy anticipation.

-JJK POV-

“Don’t get too cocky, Tae. I’m gonna get the most kills this round.”

“Sure, sure.” Jungkook watched Taehyung from the corner of his eyes pull a cell phone from his sweatpants pocket. Jungkook was caught off guard as he noticed an enemy player move from cover, but swiftly he shot at the character, earning another kill.

“Y/N.” The sound of your name made Jungkook take one wrong move, and he ended up waiting for a respawn. Taehyung used that voice he always used when he tried to get a girl to invite him over. When did he get your number? Jungkook’s hands tightened on the controller.

Taehyung spoke again. “No need to be rude, babe. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m guessing you deleted my number.” Good. Jungkook wanted you to hang up now. Crush Taehyung before he got any further. Jungkook knew how good he was at getting what he wanted, and with the way Taehyung smiled as he spoke, Jungkook could only hope. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook respawned and he hurriedly took cover, shooting at whatever entered his line of vision. Despite all this, on Taehyung’s side of the screen, Taehyung was easily maneuvering and seemed to have a streak going on.

“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled out when he got shot at once again. There wasn’t enough time for him to respawn.

“Ha! You suck,” Taehyung smugly put the controller down on the coffee table as the round began to come to an end. There were five seconds left, and Taehyung knew his win was set in stone. “Sorry, I’m playing Overwatch with Jungkook.” Jungkook realized he was still on the phone with you.

“You swallow. Damn it. Again.” The stats of the previous round appeared on the screen and Jungkook gripped the controller tightly. “Let’s go again.” Jungkook hoped you could hear him in the background. He added a groan, one of disappointment. Taehyung’s hand came down and swiped at his head, and Jungkook groaned again. Out of pain this time. Taehyung was signalling for you to be quiet, but all of a sudden, Taehyung froze.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung asked again. “Are you… masturbating?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he heard those words. Why was Taehyung the one on the other end of the line at that moment? Jungkook stood, tossing the controller into the spot where he’d just been sitting. Taehyung got up, too, picking up the black Gucci sweatshirt he’d shed when he’d gotten into the game. Sometimes he wondered if Taehyung’s expensive taste was part of his charm. Of course it was. He slipped it on, fluidly, and began to move towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook knew the answer. Taehyung was going to you.

Taehyung ignored his roommate and found his shoes, slipping them on. They were the ugly Gucci loafers. “Do you want me to come over?” A pause. A long one. Jungkook really hoped you said no. Please say no. But you didn’t. “Text me your dorm.”

“Taehyung, stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Tae, really. You don’t want to do this.” Jungkook was still, his body starting to shake with the slightest bit of anger. Why was he angry?

“You don’t even know what I’m doing. Relax, I’m not doing anything bad. I’ll be back soon.” Taehyung’s phone dinged with what Jungkook assumed was your dorm room and he angrily clenched his jaw.

-Y/N POV-

To at least have a bit of decency, you covered yourself in a bathrobe. When you heard the lightest of knocks on your door, you had a sliver of a feeling that Kim Taehyung was nervous. Suppressing the guilt you felt from knowing you’d be spending the night with Taehyung to forget about Jungkook, you opened the door. Taehyung wasn’t unattractive—in fact, he was the complete opposite. His red hair suited his tan skin, and the freckle on the end of his nose was something like an endearment. And with his expensive taste in clothes, though it seemed exclusive to Gucci, you know he had girls eating out of the palm of his hand.

But there was something about Jungkook’s simplicity that made you want him. Or maybe just the way his body moved under you. In you.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you opened your door wider to allow Taehyung in.

“This is kinda backwards.” He looked around, taking in the view of your dorm.

“What do you mean?”

“The first time we met. I was just out of the shower, and you showed up on my doorstep.”

“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled meekly. Why were you so nervous? You just wanted Taehyung to screw your brains out and be done with it.

Once you closed the door behind Taehyung, he closed the small distance between you. He smelled expensive. His fingers brushed your hair out of your face, warmly caressing your cheek. Taehyung’s lips pressed against your lips in a slow kiss, and you felt as if he was completely contradicting himself. He always seemed to move at his own pace. This kiss was different from Jungkook’s. Where Jungkook’s kiss was rough and intense, desperate, even, Taehyung’s was fluid and sweet.

Taehyung’s tongue pushed past the barrier of your lips and the kiss was even sweeter. He tasted of strawberries. His opposite hand undid the tie on your bathrobe and found your breast, massaging it gently. You moaned into his mouth. Taehyung was gentle, you noted. And you kinda enjoyed it. It seemed like he’d cherish you. Something Jungkook lacked.

Stop thinking about him, you told yourself, arms linking around Taehyung’s neck. You pulled him closer, and the hand that once caressed your cheek moved to palm your ass.

You separated your lips from Taehyung’s, your mind fogging up. He took the chance to nibble at your earlobe and you moaned. Such a simple action, but it made you lean further into him. You realized just how sensual Taehyung was, his hands never leaving your body.

“I wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung suddenly confessed, kissing a trail along your jaw. “To fuck and kiss you…” You hummed, exhaling a small moan. Taehyung’s large hands kneaded your ass and the feeling was borderline uncomfortable, but at the same time enjoyable.

“Tae?” You whimpered, digging your nails into his lower back.

“Hmm?” His lips were buried in the crook of your neck.

“Get on the couch.” Taehyung squeezed one ass cheek and then released you, slowly walking over to the couch and dropped. You thought about how you’d have to erase the evidence later. You knelt down, the bathrobe baring your body to Taehyung. You pulled down his sweatpants, simultaneously yanking his boxers down with them. Your eyes met Taehyung’s hooded ones as you grabbed the base of his shaft. Taehyung gasped quietly, his hand reaching to wrap around yours.

“No, I’ll come.”

“Then come,” you assured him, allowing Taehyung to release you. “You weren’t lying,” you reminded him of when he’d offered to fuck you that day at the pastry shop.

“Now you know what I’m packing,” he managed to say breathily. His breath came short and abruptly, almost as if he was panting. You lowered your head and licked your way up the shaft before taking him into your mouth. You relished in the painful groan the escaped Taehyung's lips, his cock pulsing. The noises that escaped him only made you more wet, and although you could have thought of someone else to fill the hole in you, you ached for Taehyung to fill you. You lifted your head and moved to straddle him. Taehyung was dazed, staring at you with what seemed like starry eyes.

“I’m going to ride you.”

“Mmm,” he reached up to hold your waist. You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around him, locking eyes with his own. You lowered yourself, biting your lip to smother what you knew would have been an embarrassing cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” Taehyung breathed.

You brought yourself completely down on his cock, your pussy stretching, but you welcomed the invasion. More groans spilled from Taehyung’s mouth and you placed your hands against his chest to steady yourself. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his once again.

“So tight,” Taehyung grunted, tugging your lower lip between his teeth sensually.  “Ride me.” He released your lip and pressed another kiss to your lips and you hummed, you needed to fuck him. You couldn’t start out slow, your body refused. Each time you raised your body, he would thrust upward, making you almost lose control of yourself. Scratch that, you already had no control. He was making you blind to your surroundings. You felt your body grow slick with sweat, and you were acutely aware of Taehyung’s fingers rubbing against your clit.

“I’m going to come,” Taehyung finally breathed, still feverishly thrusting into you. You felt his dick twitch and he started to pump into you slower, gentler. You nodded; you were going to come, too, but you couldn’t say it. You locked your eyes with his darkened ones, feeling your orgasm come, welcoming it as your body radiated with pleasure. He pumped into you once more, steady, and released. He gripped your waist in his hands hard, as if when he let you go, you’d go running away. Taehyung breathed heavily and finally pressed a kiss to your nose. You pinched the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Were these Gucci?”

Taehyung gave you a beautiful boxed smile. Despite it all, you couldn’t help but with Jungkook was there.

“Can I use your shower?” Taehyung helped to hoist you off his seme-erect cock and let you sit across his lap. You felt empty. “And maybe your washer?”

“Of course.” You wrapped your bathrobe around yourself and stood on wobbly legs, looking down at Taehyung and the mess on his pants. Taehyung was beautiful; super attractive. Just, you weren’t attracted to him the way you were to Jungkook. Maybe it was they way he treated you. You just couldn’t push past the fact that between you and Taehyung, you only felt like friends.

“I guess we should’ve slowed down,” Taehyung slid his hand down your shaking legs.

“No, it was worth it.” Taehyung’s smile grew at the sound of that.

A/N: I miss you... 181217/

P.S. looking for an editor/peer reviewer. Pls message me.

[peachyvhope]

Cold-Hearted (m.) |pt. 1

;pairing — jungkook x reader

;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)

;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things

;word count — 7,757

part two |

“Water,” you managed to let out in a raspy voice.You felt around in your bed, looking for your phone to light up the darkness in the room. You sat up and read the time in white; 3:44AM. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, grateful you had somehow managed to get the contacts out before collapsing on your bed out of exhaustion the night before. You could feel the familiar ache in your head of being hungover and knew you were already going to dread the day ahead of you.

You desperately desired another few hours of sleep before you would have to head out to your Physics lecture at noon. You clambered out of the bed and into the nearest room you assumed to be the bathroom connected to your dorm. It was a bathroom, indeed, but not yours. You scratched your head, curious. Had you accidentally stumbled into your roommate’s room? You blinked in confusion. Turning the faucet, you dipped your head to drink water, less than satisfied. You remembered Jiyeon saying she would be staying out. You sighed; you’d have to clean up your mess before she came back. Moving slowly, you approached the bed and began to make it neatly. With a sigh, you left the bedroom, hands against the walls in order to be careful to not bump into objects in the dark.

You stopped suddenly. You could hear violent sounds all of a sudden, almost as if someone was shooting. Straining your eyes, you could see a small glimmer of light filling the room around what looked like a corner. Had that always been there? You thought about walking towards the light before weighing your options. If it was a robber, you would need self-defense. You made your way back to Jiyeon’s room and found the hockey stick in the corner of the room, a keepsake from her boyfriend’s final hockey game last year.With one last deep breath, you gingerly tip-toed towards the lit room, sudden flashes of red light appearing every other moment.

In one dramatic movement, you kicked the door open with a “Hi-Ya!” and aimed the hockey stick at the perpetrator. He jumped in his seat in front of the TV screen and yelled out in shock, and when you caught a glimpse of his face, you cursed to yourself.

“What the hell?” The dude stood and moved his headset from his face, the room hued in red as the screen declared Game Over for his character. “What the actual hell,” he asked again, a look of disbelief etched in his expression.

“What are you doing in here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing in here, I live here.” You moved forward, squinting your eyes to see who was in your presence. He stepped back at your first move to advance, but you were soon able to see who it was, and he was not one bit happy. Jungkook angrily clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair, causing you to suddenly feel so out of place by the way he stared at you. You leaned back and shifted on your feet, bouncing out of nervousness.

“This isn’t my dorm,” you finally ask meekly.

“Does this look like your dorm?” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “This is the frat house.”

“Seriously?” You forced an awkward laugh out of your throat. “And by any chance...can you tell me how I got here?”

“You don’t remember?” You shook your head and Jungkook scoffed. “Are you fucking serious,” he suddenly exclaimed, throwing his headset on the floor.

“Ya! Why are you making so much noise! I’m trying to sleep!” You turned to see none other than Min Yoongi in the doorway, an expression of ‘you’re going to die’ on his face. If you hadn’t realized where you were, your probably wouldn’t have guessed it was the sleeping devil at all, but alas, his eyes found yours and his expression hardened. “Jungkook…” Min Yoongi’s eyes left yours and found Jungkook’s, and before you knew it, the older man had grabbed Jungkook in a chokehold despite his smaller stature. Jungkook, in desperation, clung to Yoongi’s arms, yelling every swear he could think of.

“Didn’t I say if you bring around another one of your little girlfriends, I’m going to kick you out? Daring little bastard, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me,” you mumbled softly, but when neither men looked at you, you raised your voice. Yoongi loosened his hold on his hoobae and Jungkook straightened, rubbing a hand against his neck.

“What?”

You closed your eyes as you felt your head ache even more, “I am not one of his girlfriends, nor will I ever be. I, myself, am curious as to why I am here. I was just leaving...so, if it’s okay, I’ll get out of your hair, now.”

You gave the two harsh glares, eager to get to your own dorm, and turned ready to make a run for it. Of course, it wasn’t that easy—was it ever?

“So you’re just going to leave in my clothes? Without shoes?” You noticed Jungkook’s broad back as he picked up a pair of heels in the corridor before you. He had a smug smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held no emotion. You looked at your appearance to find yourself in a large white tee shirt which you had simply assumed to one of the tees you usually slept in, a product of stealing from your brother’s wardrobe. Embarrassed, you grab at the heels, only for Jungkook to raise them above his head out of your reach.

“Jungkook, stop playing around.” Jungkook snorted and handed the red pumps to you, his eyes narrowing.

You bowed in Yoongi’s general direction, mumbling, “I’ll bring your clothes as soon as possible,” and booked it.

Today just seemed like it would not go your way. At all. When you had finally gotten back to your dorm, angering every other person living in nearby dorms from confusing the room numbers, you had gone straight to bed with the idea of going to lecture taunting you. If only it was that easy. When you stumbled out of bed, the sun had fully risen, and you realized something was off. Your alarm was supposed to wake you up.

You couldn’t find your phone anywhere in your vicinity, and you sat on your mussed bed, thinking back...Jungkook’s room. If that was Jungkook’s room, anyway. You had checked the time when you first woke up and left it on the nightstand when you’d made it up.

“Damn,” you cursed yourself. You walked into your own kitchen to check the time, hoping you hadn’t missed the Physics lecture entirely because going to all classes and doing everything you could to understand wasn’t even enough. In pale green font, the stove read 11:34AM. You had approximately twenty minutes to get ready and get to class...across campus. In a huff, you rushed to your room and shed the clothes you’d been lent early that morning. You grabbed a pair of leggings and a large grey sweater that once belonged to your older brother, and slipped on the first pair of shoes you could pull out of your closet. You didn’t move to look for your keys, knowing Jiyeon would be home by the time your class ended, so you grabbed your bag and glasses off your nightstand and booked it to class.

You were late, but you made it to class in record time. However, when you cracked the door open to peer inside the lecture hall, the seats inside were empty. You opened the door wider, as if that would trick your mind into seeing students listening to the professor drone on. To no avail, no single student showed up in their seats. You sighed, pulling off your glasses and rubbing your eyes. The professor must have cancelled lecture or something…

“Hi, excuse me, professor…” You turned to see your Physics professor stopped by some students in your class. You put on your glasses and listened in. “Do you think it would be okay to do a larger scaled project if we team up with another pair?”

“That should be fine,” the professor answered. “However, I must see a draft and it must get approved, otherwise you cannot expect a good grade.”

“Of course!” The two pairs of fellow students bid your professor goodbye and you took it as your chance, moving towards them.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

“Are you in our Physics class?” You nodded your head. “You just missed the small lecture… We were at the back of the building outside and he was giving us an example of the effects of different materials on rebounds.” You groaned, hoping it wouldn’t be too hard of a concept. “Oh! And he assigned a project from the last lecture topic. It’s due next week.”

“What?!”

“He already sent out the list with the notice to meet outside, so when you finally check your phone,” the student’s partner gave you a small pointed stare, “You’ll find out who your partner is. Is that all?”

“Yeah. Thanks so much,” you mumbled, suddenly even more drained than before. The small group gave you a final glance before leaving you to your vices. You leaned against the nearest wall and sighed; you had to go back to that damned frat house and get your stuff. Now was as great a time as any, and you figured your day couldn’t get any worse. Of course, that was where you were wrong.

You travelled to the place where you liked to believe your bad luck gained a beginning and knocked lightly after ringing the doorbell once. You were surprised to see who had opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

Kim Taehyung was known for being one of the handsomest guys in sophomore year. He started college after taking a gap year but already had a bunch of connections, including runner-up for the handsomest guys on campus, Park Jimin. It became apparent that Taehyung had just taken a shower, his dyed red hair a wet mess, causing small streams of red to flow down his neck and forehead.

“I’m looking for Jungkook,” you finally say after a silent moment of taking in the sight of the handsome man.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s lips curved into a huge smile and he began to chuckle.

“What?” You wondered if he was laughing at your large glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, or maybe you’d gotten something on your face. Anyhow, you didn’t want to be an object of Taehyung’s amusement and entertainment.

“Nothing, nothing.” Taehyung opened the door wider for you to come inside. “Follow me.” For the first time, as you followed behind the taller guy, you noticed how different the house was from the dorms you took residence in. Sure, some of the rooms were formatted similarly, but the residency hall you lived in was ultimately different.

Woof! Woof!

You looked down to see a small dog pawing at your legs. Awed by its cuteness, you paused and kneeled to pet him… or her.

“That’s Mickey, Hobi’s dog.” Hobi sounded familiar. “Cute, right?” Taehyung suddenly swooped in and picked up the small dog in his arms, allowing him to lick his cheek. “Come on, Jungkook’s in the bathroom right now, but I’m pretty sure you can wait in his room.”

“What?” Taehyung continued to walk down the hallways, turning a corner once until he stopped in front of the white bedroom door. Taehyung jerked his head in the direction of the closed door, as if saying to just get in there.

“You came here to see him, right? Don’t worry, I’m going to leave soon, anyway, so be as loud as your heart desires.” Taehyung stared at you as if you were the one who was crazy, but soon enough his expression morphed into a smug one. “Or maybe you want me to hear you… Or join you. I’m okay with either; can’t say the same about Jungkook for the latter.” Taehyung started to chuckle to himself and went back the way he had come, but before he could get too far, you grasped a fistful of his hoodie.

“Taehyung…”

“Hmm?” His smile grew larger as he hummed, barely sparing you a backwards glance.

“What do you think I’m here for? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah, I don’t know you. But I do know that you are a girl and you came looking for Jungkook. That’s that, and you’ve obviously got some business coming to see the guy.”

“I’m not fucking him.”

“You’re not?” That knocked the smug expression off his face. You shook your head. “Then why are you here?”’

“Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here,” you sighed. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please. Yoongi saved me last time, and I’d rather not have him harass me.”

“Who harassed who?”

Jungkook chose the most amazing moment to pop out of his bedroom at any given time, catching both you and Taehyung’s attention. All Jungkook had on was a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair dripping with water

“Put some clothes on,” you managed to hiss, glaring at him.

“I have never harassed a girl in my life, hyung. She was the one who trespassed, but out of the goodness of my heart, I took her in and slept in the game room until she starting assaulting me.”

“The hockey stick didn’t even touch you.”

“Tell that to the bruise on my back,”  Jungkook yelled, turning around. You could see a faint outline of the end of the stick you had used, but you had never had the intention of actually harming him.

“I...I didn’t trespass,” you mumbled lamely.

“You were out in the backyard, drunkenly petting Mickey at 2 in the morning. And when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and underappreciated, so when I tried to get you to leave, you puked all over my feet. I thought about leaving you there outside, but because I am oh-so nice, I cleaned you up and gave you clothes to change in before you went ahead and passed out on my bed. That was why you were here last night, and I don’t even know the first thing about you.”

“How did you get into our backyard,” Taehyung questioned. Of course, out of the whole story, that was what he got out of it.

“The real question is, what the fuck are you doing in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night?”

“I do not have a good reason for that except that I was drunk,” was your frank answer. “I’m sorry. Okay, gosh, now can I get my stuff? I’ve had a horrible morning, and I think I have concluded that I will never drink again.”

“That’s what everyone says when they have a bad hangover, but they never keep that promise, you know. But whatever.” Jungkook disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“So you’re not screwing Jeon?”

“Are you serious, right now?!” You threw your hands in the air, exasperated.

“Whenever you’re feeling kinda hot and heavy, you know where to find me,” Taehyung winked before stalking off with Mickey the dog gathered in his arms.

You don’t know how much longer passed, but it felt like forever. With  sigh, you gave up on patience and rapped your fist against the door.

“Come in!” You slowly turned the knob, only to find Jungkook barely putting on pants. He turned towards you slightly before clicking his teeth, “It’s you again.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s you again’,” you attempted to mimic his deep voice. “I want my stuff back.”

“I said whatever, as in, it’s not my problem. But since you’re here, look for it and get out out of my sight. You’ve been a headache enough, haven’t you?” Jungkook picked up the towel he’d previously had wrapped around his waist and began to rub the wetness away from his hair, moving to sit on his bed. You huffed. Might as well do as he said, that way, you’d never have to concern yourself with the guy again.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so harsh with you. You’d known of him, and from what you’d hear, Jungkook was a generally nice guy. Kind of a sleaze, but you’d never heard of him having such a sour personality.

You found your cell phone first. It was laid on his nightstand next to his own phone, and you immediately picked it up to check if there were any messages you missed, but alas, the battery was dead. Just your luck. You sighed and looked around the bedroom floor for the dress you’d worn out last night.

“Is my dress still here?”

“I threw it away,” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly.

“You what?!”

“You puked all over it and my shoes, so I threw them away.”

“That dress was a gift,” you began to whine. Not to mention, almost two hundred dollars. You had begged Jiyeon not to buy it for you, but she still did, claiming it was a mark of your friendship when you’d been declared roommates the previous year. It was amazing how loose she was with her money, but you didn’t want her to spend it all on you.

“Not my problem. Is that it? Do you have my clothes?”

“Ah...no…” You hung your head.

“You can throw them away, too, I guess.” Jungkook stood and crossed the room to the door, holding it open. “If you would… oh and don’t forget this.” Jungkook reached behind the door to reveal your purse hanging on the handle and he tossed it at you. You caught it less than gracefully.

“Fuck you, too, then,” you muttered, throwing up your middle finger as you exited.

For the first time, Jungkook gave you a smile, all teeth. But it was dripping in sarcasm. “Pleasure.”

When you found your way to the front door, it opened before you could even approach it. “Yeah, like I was telling you, if we buy little individual heaters, the electricity bill will be a little higher, but our AC bills will be hella cheaper.”

“But we have to buy heaters; how much do those cost?”

“We really just need to buy three, though. Jungkook can buy his own or suffer; he just forks money out anyway.”

“This seems like we’re taking advantage of him, though, hyung.”

“Jinnie?” Your jaw slackened as you heard your older brother talk about scamming the bastard you’d just had the discourtesy of meeting.

“Oh,” Jin’s smile widened as his eyes laid on you, ending his conversation with his friend. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Finally decided to come visit me?”

“As if. I thought you had an apartment.”

“Better deal here. Joon asked me if I wanted to move in since it was my last year and they had space.” Somehow, that seemed suspicious. You wondered if your parents knew. After all, you had no clue.

“This is a frat house, though? Don’t you, you know, have to be in the fraternity?”

“I was initiated,” Jin started to laugh his windshield wiper house, and you couldn’t help but feel your anger start to evaporate a little. “So what are you doing here?”

“I was running an errand,” you answered, hiking your bag higher on your shoulder. “I have to go, though; I need to meet with my partner for my physics project.”

“Good luck, little sister,” was Jin’s bidding words, and you took a leisurely stroll back to your dorm.

When you did get back to your dorm, you weren’t surprised to find Jiyeon already passed out on the little sofa you two had purchased for the rather tiny living room connecting your living space. Jiyeon lightly snored, and upon further inspection, you realized she wasn’t alone. Glued to her side was none other than her infamous boyfriend, dancer and athlete Jung Hoseok. You rolled your eyes; of course, Jiyeon wouldn’t return home alone. At least they had the decency to keep their clothes on.

You went into your room and plugged your phone into charge, opting to go ahead and check what exactly you had missed in your professor’s emails on your laptop. The bootup was slow as ever, and when you were finally able to access your emails, you realized your bad day wasn’t over. You had scrolled through the list until you found your name in the midst of all the other Kims and Kangs, and when you saw who your pair was, you wanted to throw the device far away from you and call your parents to tell them you were finding a one-way ticket back home. Your physics project partner was none other than the coconut ass hat Jeon Jungkook.

You took your pillow and pressed your face into his, inhaling a deep breath and screamed.

You didn’t know how Jungkook got your number, but you assumed it probably had something to do with your older brother. You thought about how you would punish the older guy when you next saw him. As if seeing him twice already yesterday didn’t earn her an arrest for murder, you were certain that as soon as you met eyes today, you’d end up on the news for something crazy...like murder.

Jungkook, with no knowledge of where your residency hall was, asked you to meet him at the campus cafe, to which you could either continue to work on the project in the public eye, or just go to your own dorm. Either option was fine, but when you’d just begun to ask why you couldn’t go to the frat house, he didn’t reply.

By the time it was just ten minutes before you were supposed to meet the cold-hearted fucker, you had just begun to gather your materials and head out. But is it ever that easy?

“Hey, Y/N.” Jiyeon greeted you warmly. “Where are you going?”

“Cafe,” you grumbled, completely unimpressed with today’s agenda.

“Oh; I’ll come with. I’ve been craving a latte.”

“You can come, but I’m probably gonna be there for a while. I’m working on a project with some ass hat.”

“Oh, really,” surprise was etched on your friend’s expression. “Who is the asshole?”

“Fucking Jeon Jung-goddamn-kook.” You grabbed a beanie, pushing it onto your head. “Bastard, right,” you aimed for approval once you noticed the shock in Jiyeon’s expression.

“Jeon Jungkook?! As in third hottest guy in our grade who looks like he can bench press all the BTS members? At one time.”

“That muscle-pig can’t do shit,” you snorted. You made a move to make your exit, but Jiyeon stopped you in the doorway.

“There is no way I’m going to let you meet him like that.”

And so the moment came where Jiyeon forced you into changing with blackmailed pictures of you doing unforgivable things. She straightened your hair and forced you into super glittery gold eyeshadow, and despite the winter closing in on the university, you were dressed in a thin long-sleeved shirt and a skirt. A SKIRT! Thankfully, you had some thigh length boots to recuperate for even just a little bit of the skin that was revealed.

“Now go catch that hot piece of ass,” was Jiyeon’s parting cheer. You checked the time; you were almost a half hour late. If only you hadn’t let her take those damned pictures and videos of you when you’d gotten drunk at the spring break party last year. You groaned just thinking back on how you nearly flashed everyone.

When you arrived at the cafe, you were shocked to see Jungkook waiting outside. He didn’t seem to be losing any patience, so you crept on him quietly and peered over his shoulder to see him playing a mobile game on his phone. Feeling your presence, Jungkook craned his neck and saw you, immediately stepping back. He paused the game on his phone and looked at his wristwatch.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry… I kinda got held up with my roommate.”

“Sure,” Jungkook’s eyes gave you a once-over before he spoke again. “The cafe is full, so we’re going to have to go to your place.”

“Why my place?”

“Yoongi’s sleeping. And we probably won’t finish this without much screaming,” you nodded your head in agreement. This was probably the most civil Jungkook had ever been to you since you ended up in his room yesterday morning.

“The library?”

“They’ll probably kick us out.”

“I think we’re pretty civil, though. At least right now; I would just rather not have you know where I live.”

“As if I would stalk you,” Jungkook snorted.

“But you could send an assassin to my house when I’m sleeping.”

“If I wanted you killed, you’d probably already be dead. But fine, you wanna go to the library? “Let’s go.” Jungkook pocketed his phone and began to lead the way to the other side of campus where the large library was located. It was a decent distance away from where you stood, and you were walking--well, stomping--in deafening silence besides your footsteps.

“Jungkook!” You nearly bumped into Jungkook when he suddenly stopped, and you stepped back to see who had intervened. You just barely recognized her—Noh Nara. She always had a thing for being found in some guy’s bed, not that it was uncommon. A lot of people slept around, but just, more people were quiet about it. “What are you doing?”

For the first time, you saw Jungkook smile. It was the side you never got to see when he was around you, his expression usually fixed into a scowl.

“I’m going to do a project.” Nara’s hand went around Jungkook’s bicep and she squeezed lightly. In return, Jungkook leaned his ear down towards her lips and she whispered something to him. Jungkook nodded.

“Call me later,” and then Nara was gone, just as quick as she had come. Jungkook barely spared you a glance, as if to check if you were still there, before continuing into the library. He found a small booth near the window and slid in, opening his laptop. It was then that you realized you had forgotten yours, but you didn’t want to say anything, so you started to pull out your notes and some paper. After all, you still needed to come up with the topic and details.

“Write down all the velocity equations and displacement equations; I think we should try finding how long it takes for larger objects to peak in different environments.”

“So if different environment affect peak in velocity?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Asshole,” you murmured.

“Heard that.”

“You were supposed to, coconut ass hat.” You were able to write down a few equations before you reached a wall in your mind. What was the one that involved time? Were you supposed to include Kinetic change? Potential energy? You glanced at Jungkook, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips slightly parted in focus. You’d be a fool to admit that it wasn’t at least a little bit attractive. It was such a shame when he let words come out of his mouth, though.

You lowered your head, chastising yourself for even beginning to look at him that way, but couldn’t help but steal another glance from under your eyelashes. When it seemed Jungkook made a mistake, he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Now, that, you mused, was sexy.

You don’t know how long you watch him for, but it couldn’t have been long before he realized you weren’t working.

“Get back to work,” he stated firmly.

“How many formulas should I have?”

“Like six.” You groaned; you had only two before you started to scribble about different environments you could possibly use. “What? Stuck already?”

“I’m not good at physics.”

“Sucks.” Jungkook didn’t look at you, again. You stood, feeling that maybe some walking around would get the gears in your mind turning again. “Where are you going?”

“Thirsty.”

You walked towards the little shop stationed near the library’s entrance and waited in line. When it came for your turn, you ordered a muffin and hot chocolate. You gave your name to the clerk and she told you to wait near the pickup and you heard the beginning of the next order.

“Dark roast coffee.” You crinkled your nose in disgust, thinking of how bitter. “Jungkook.” You looked up. Of course the bastard would follow you. You heard your name and quickly grabbed the small bag holding your muffin and the cup of hot chocolate rushing to the table. When Jungkook returned, he sat down silently and typed vigorously. Silence passed between you two, and you tried to dissipate the slight bit of tension with eating your muffin.

You were able to recall another formula and began to scribble it out, but your thoughts consume you. Why were you doing the bare minimum? This was baby work, and although you knew it was kind of a struggle, you couldn’t help but feel that you were being treated less than. You were starting to realize Jungkook had a clear grasp on the class, and he knew what he was doing and how he was going to reach the end goal, but it just infuriated you more. You angrily reached for your muffin again, but Jungkook was already reaching for it, too.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry; I thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

“You should have asked,” you stood, anger rising. You knew it was irrational, but it didn’t get you to calm down in the slightest. In the midst of standing, the table jostled, and his cup spilled. The liquid poured into Jungkook’s lap and he stood, too, cursing.

You’d gained the attention of the whole first floor in the library.

Some of the swears Jungkook yelled were directed towards you, and you felt a twinge of guilt. “Fucking hell, chill out. It’s just food, I’ll buy you another one.” Jungkook grabbed at the napkins you’d obtained with your muffin and dabbed at his pants, his face red with fury.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You turned to see a dude standing before you, round glasses framing his eyes. “You’re becoming a nuisance to other serious students, so we’ll have to ask you to return when you’re more behaved. If you don’t leave within the next few minutes, I’ll personally escort you out.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, gathering your things. You hightailed it outside of the library and waited for a second. Jungkook was right behind you. “Sorry,” you said again, this time to him, but he didn’t say anything. You assumed that this was where it ended, but Jungkook followed close behind you. “Isn’t BTS house...in the other direction?”

“The longer I have to spend with you, the more miserable I’ll be. We’re going to calculate some data, and then we can work on the project separately. We have a week, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you huffed. You led the way to your dorm, all along the way catching curious glances because of the wet stain on Jungkook’s pants. You wondered what people thought happened to him, but when you stole a glance at Jungkook, he didn’t seem to care.

“I want you out of here ASAP,” you said firmly, opening the door to let him in. He nodded once before setting up on the table in the center of the room, and you kicked off your shoes at the door before following suit. Before taking your seat, you called out to your roommate, hoping she hadn’t just left. Of course, the odds weren’t in your favor. You sighed sadly and took the seat, beginning to work.

A few hours had passed and you were glad you were able to work without much issues—every once in a while, you’d ask Jungkook a question, and he’d answer, but not without calling you some kind of crude name. You didn’t have it in you to stop him, though, since you figured it would just cause the day to drag on longer. You were near done with gathering the data and research you needed before you could run the experiment on your own, but you had gotten stuck on a subject.

“Hey, how do you know we can use this formula? And if we do, would we have to use that as well?”

“You’re so fucking slow, how many times do I have to say it?” Jungkook groaned, running his hands down his face. He explained the concept one last time before focusing back on his computer. You breathed out a sigh, just a little bit angry, but finished up. When you were done, you looked at Jungkook, wondering when he, too, would finish. The same concentrated expression he had on his face at the library made a second appearance, and you got wrapped in your thoughts once again. You searched his face. Why was he so mean to you? The longer you stared at his face, the more you came to notice small things. He had a freckle under his lip and what looked like a scar on his cheek. He rolled his bottom lip between his lip suddenly, and the action, however so small, sent a shiver down your spine. You shook your head discreetly and looked away from him, tapping your pen against the table to distract yourself.

You did not want to fuck Jungkook. You didn’t even want to be in the same space as him; hell, he was probably purposefully sucking in all the oxygen so you would shrivel up and die. Okay, maybe that was a bit far-fetched.

“Stop that,” Jungkook hissed.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” you muttered back, continuing to tap the writing utensil against the table. It was your home after all.

“Stop being a bitch; I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“I’m pretty sure you can solve a few equations with background noise,” you said smugly, tapping the pen against his hand a bit. His jaw clenched. “Aw, is little Jungkookie getting angry,” you enjoyed seeing him get just a little wound up.

“Stop.” His angry tone made you clench your legs together and you let out a breath.

“You’ve been calling me names all night, asshole. Why should I stop?” You stood up and patted him on top of his head, slightly curious as to what he would do.

“Why wouldn’t I call you something you are?”

“You’re kidding right? Hold on, you are kidding, aren’t you? Please help me to understand what in the seven hells I did for you to act this way to me.”

“So sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Jungkook said in a sarcastic tone. You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

“Well, I think we’ve reached the end of this conversation,” you patted his head once again, attempting to just get the last say in the matter, but Jungkook got hold of your wrist and stood, glaring at you.

“You didn’t honestly expect me to answer that, did you?”

“Yes, I did expect an answer, asshat. You’ve been nothing but rude to me since we met and you are way too hostile to be around me.”

“Get used to a disappointment,” he huffed, and he moved to sit back down and finish up, but you were getting angrier and angrier with each passing second. You shoved him from behind and he stumbled, turning to look at you. “Don’t touch me.” Jungkook’s glare was so cold, you thought the room would freeze. Still, that didn’t stop you from throwing more insults at him, and you went a step farther, pressing your index finger into his chest. When he didn’t stumble backwards, you used all the strength you could muster and pushed with your palms. Jungkook took a single step back, and you knew it wasn’t because you had pushed him, but because if he hadn’t absorbed the force you’d applied, you’d only fall back on the ground yourself.

However, the touch you administered set Jungkook off anyway, and instead of him, you were suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall. His body was so close you could feel the body heat rolling off him in waves.

“I said,” Jungkook started to press his body against you, and you suddenly felt very aware of an uninvited guest, “Don’t touch me.” You gulped nervously, attempting to register what was happening; then it happened. His lips found yours harshly, kissing you intensely. You gasped into his mouth, surprised. His tongue pushed into your mouth, roughly at first, dominating over you as if he was asserting his power. And though you knew you should push him away, your hand was planted on his chest, as if still debating whether to pull him closer or do the former option. Jungkook’s palm met with the bare skin of your thigh, and for the first time that day, you didn’t regret wearing it, welcoming the heat that came with it. He hiked your leg up, as if to wrap it around his waist, but he was too concerned with kissing you and touching you.

You made up your mind, hand trailing higher up to the collar of his shirt and pulling him flesh against you so you could feel every inch of his body. He breathed heavily and you relished in the sound.

Your hips rose to meet with his pelvis and he rolled his hips against you, fluidly but enough to coax a small moan from your lips. Just as suddenly as he had kissed you, Jungkook pulled away and looked down at you. You peered back at him, into his eyes, dark orbs that held anger and doubt in them.

“Jungkook,” you managed to say, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. Jungkook groaned at the sound and palmed your thigh again, squeezing once. His touch became scarce as he resorted to just his fingertips, edging towards your core. You hummed, anticipating the touch, but it never came.

“You make me so angry,” Jungkook ground out, your arms had found their way around his neck. He stopped suddenly, “We shouldn’t be doing this; we need to do the project.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Jungkook stepped back, unclasping your arms from around him, but the anger in you rose. When Jungkook went to sit back at the table, you closed your eyes, gathering your own rationale. The fucker had just kissed you, and when things were starting to get good, he ended it? No wonder you hated him since you first met.

You took the seat beside him, a new resolve in mind. Your hand grasped his thick thigh, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his jeans. You squeezed his thigh, much like he had before, and leaned closer to him to view the computer screen.

“Back off,” Jungkook muttered, his hand coming down to shove your own away, but you weren’t going to let him off that east.

“I can’t see.”

“There’s your own computer right there; pull up the velocity data.” His eyes never met yours as he spoke, dismissing your need then and there. Jungkook stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, sending out a quick text, and you took the opportunity to angrily slam the laptop shut. You were able to see the contact name on his cell: Nara.

“You coconut headass,” you hissed, moving to straddle his lap. Your fingers moved quick, but you didn’t seem to need the urgency. Jungkook sat there expressionless, eyes cold as ever. You unbuttoned his jeans and did it firmly. Your hands found his cock, already stiffened, and you were almost surprised by the girth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from pumping it a few times. “What if I just got off here, all by myself, and left you to suffer? Sound good?” You managed to lean back and raise your body, pulling off your panties from under your skirt. You didn’t wait for Jungkook’s answer, didn’t even look at him, but you hoped his resolve to not touch you was weakening. You threw your underwear off in some corner, too focused on what appeared to be the prize. You scooted forward in Jungkook’s lap and grasped his hard dick in your hand before positioning it.

“Don’t do it.”

Jungkook’s voice was strained and you couldn’t help but smirk just a little bit. He wasn’t as strong as he wanted you to believe.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you teased yourself with the tip of his cock at your entrance, hissing at the pleasant feel. The sound mixed in with the lightest of groans from Jungkook, and you felt your chest swell with pride.

“Please, don’t do it,” Jungkook said again, his hands fidgeting at his sides. You began to press his cock into your folds, testing the waters, but before you could fully attempt to adjust, Jungkook’s hands grabbed hold of your hips firmly. “Y/N, stop. Seriously. I’m sorry.” You looked into his eyes—they were still cold, but they held no apology. You felt more and more angry, and you leaned forward, taking his head into the caress of your palm and kissed him angrily. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, his hands loosening, and you took the opportunity to slam yourself down on him. The largeness made you pause for a moment, and you broke the kiss, aiming to move so you could feel just a little bit more comfortable.

“Don’t, ah, that feels so good,” Jungkook groaned, unintentionally rolling his hips into you. You simply hummed in response, eyebrows twitching as you concentrated on making your own rhythm. You were set on pleasuring yourself. You rose and slammed back down on his cock, a slow, rhythmic pace. And with every pulse, you let out a breathy sigh, full but not yet completely satisfied.

Jungkook tried to take hold of your hips and guide you, but you slapped his hands away, guiding your own to hold onto his shoulders. Jungkook rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, apparently determined to stop you from hearing his groand, but you didn’t care. It was your moment. You felt your pussy throb, and you leaned your head down, connecting your lips with his neck. Jungkook hummed out a groan, and you felt his dick twitch within you. Your lips curved with a slight smile and you began to tongue at his neck, sucking on the skin every once in a while. Soon, you didn’t know if you were pleasuring yourself or him.

Your pace came to a stop, and before you knew it, Jungkook had gotten himself out of you and pushed the chair he’d sat in back. He turned you around quickly and pressed you into the counter. “You’re such a bitch, you know that,” came his raspy voice, and he pushed down on your head, your cheek coming in contact with the cold surface of the kitchen table. He thrust into you with one buck of his hips. He didn’t start off slow or build any type of pace, instead hammering into you from the get-go. You yelled out, enjoying the way he filled you and stretched you with his girth.

“Harder,” you moaned out, “Harder, Jungkook, harder.” You began to chant these words like a mantra, feeling your orgasm edge closer. Your hand wander down to finger your swollen clit, and you closed your eyes in a near state of euphoria. Sure enough, Jungkook hammered hard and harder into you, making your body slam into the table.

“I’m close,” you mumbled, moving to meet the slam of his thrusts.

“I can feel you clenching your tight pussy around my cock. You like it hard, huh?”

“God, yes, harder,” you groaned.

Without warning, you felt your orgasm engulf you, your eyes closing as they rolled in pleasure. You moaned, satisfied, relishing in the pleasure. You could barely hear Jungkook as he announce he was going to cum. And he did.

You felt him manage a few last desperate thrusts before he filled you up whole, ending the quick hard pace. You felt you warm liquid leak into you, and his body faltered. You felt him soften as he extracted himself, clearly spent.

A silent moment passed between you two, your body still leaned over the table, ass still on display for Jungkook. You couldn’t believe that happened.

“...Can I use your bathroom?” Jungkook was the first to speak, his voice deeper than usual.

“I...yeah, first door on your left.” When you heard the door close, you finally straightened, uncertain about what to do now. You felt sticky, and from the body-length mirror attached to the wall, you could see how fucked out you looked. Your straightened hair was a mess, the sweat causing the locks to wave, and your lips were swollen and bruised from Jungkook kissing you so hard. Your limbs were still shaking, having not been released entirely from the height of your orgasm. Your mind was hazy, confused. What did this mean? Was that just angry sex? Was it going to happen again? You walked into your own bathroom in the opposite direction and cleaned yourself up, eventually changing into more comfortable clothes. Had Jungkook left? Did he stay and just go back to work?

What was the whole thing even about? What did it mean? You angrily ran your hand through your hair before using a rubber band to tie it up into a bun. You knew that after that, you couldn’t just go to sleep. You were still too excited. Maybe if he had fucked you in your bed you’d be tempted to sleep and wouldn’t have to mull over the facts.

You peeked into the kitchen to see if Jungkook was still there. Sure enough, he sat at the table, but the laptop remained closed, and his cheek rested against the surface, his eyes closed. You almost wanted to admire how good-looking he was as he slept, but figured there were still so many questions, you’d rather not wake him. You grabbed an extra blanket and tossed it on him; out of the goodness of your heart.

A/N: I think is like the longest I’ve ever wrote, and I’m kinda proud of the results. I really enjoyed this, and angry Jungkook makes my heart shake. Throughout this, I saw lots of jungkook gifs and said “i hate jungkook” a lot. So yeah... jungkook.

[peachyvhope]

Honey, Gold, & Gucci | kth

;pairing — taehyung x reader

;warnings — single dad x high school senior | first part smut-free

;summary — Honey-kissed skin, golden eyes, all adorned by Gucci. Maybe the fun part is just the thrill of him being older, getting to come back from a completely mundane day of classes and wrapping yourself in his arms, playing a pretend perfect family. But for sure, you knew you loved feeling him on you, in you, all over you.

;word count — 8,438

“Oh, look.” Your mother said as she looked through the window across the street. You didn’t bother following her gaze, instead keeping your eyes glued to your calculus textbook. Ever since you were a young child, your mother had a nasty habit of what you and your friends liked to call ‘neighbor-watching’ something of which she was completely unashamed. In fact, she had even gotten you into it at one point, but you had forced yourself to break the habit. You didn’t want to be that nosy teenager known throughout the neighborhood for watching Red Truck Man obsessively wax his, well, red truck. Or the old guy who you called ‘Green Dude’ before he moved out. He was always cutting his lawn, keeping the grass at precisely one inch exactly in height. The keyword here was cut; he didn’t mow his lawn like normal people. He cut the grass. With scissors.

Now, you just had a bad habit of procrastinating. You would push off studying or doing your homework until the morning, rather than the night before.

“No, seriously, (Y/N), look. Someone’s moving in.” Your mother insisted after you ignored her first call.

“Into Green Dude’s house?” You confirmed as you flipped to the next page in your textbook, determined to finish your work before school.

“You mean One-Inch?” Your mother corrected. “Yeah.” She called him One-Inch, which probably made more sense for his weird antics, but, in your defense, he did always wear this weird green bodysuit when he cut the grass.  Despite the fact that he moved out, he still owned the house. So he made sure to stop by bi-weekly to keep up the precision of his cherished grass.

For your mother’s sake, you looked up to see her still staring out the window, as nosey as ever. From where you sat, you could see the large moving truck in the driveway of the house across the street. Emerging from behind said moving truck was the outline of what looked like a guy. His face was partially masked by the black beanie and face mask he wore. To be frank, it was hard to gauge his appearance from this distance, even with your sharp vision. He was carrying a couple boxes that looked somewhat heavy. You wondered if he had someone to help him or if he was moving everything by himself.

“Oh, there’s a kid.” Looking towards the house, you saw a small toddler dressed in a tiger onesie waddle out of the of the front door and plop down on the perfect grass. You felt your lips curve into a smile as the small child stumbled about. Watching her stand up and totter another few steps before falling again, you gathered that she was likely just learning to walk.

“Cute,” you mumbled. Sparing one last glance at the fumbling child, you reverted your attention back to the calculus textbook before you. However, you realized that you had lost your motivation to try to absorb any more knowledge of the wretched subject.

“We should go over and introduce ourselves,” your mother suggested as she placed a plate of hot pancakes in front of you. Finally, breakfast was served. You smiled gratefully at your mother as you picked up the fork, setting your textbook aside and indulging in your breakfast. Okay, so maybe your mom just put them in the microwave and cut up some apples on the side, but it's the thought that counts.

“Alright, I’m going to work. I’ll see you later, okay?” Your mother picked up her blazer from the back of the chair to your right and tossed it over her shoulder. Crouching slightly in her six-inch stilettos, she pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and waved goodbye before heading out the door. You gave a non committal hum, but did not look out of the kitchen window to bid her goodbye, far too immersed in finishing up your breakfast so you could head to school yourself.

When you were finished with your pancakes, you gently placed the dishes in the sink and grabbed a bottle of water for the road. Before your walked out of the house, you checked all of the windows and doors that your mother had left open.

Your mother was a bit of an airhead and somewhat dependant upon your father when it came to common sense things such as locking up the house. However, with your father out on his business trip, you found that three windows were left unlatched, and the back door was wide open, as well. Leave it to your mom to give a burglar easy access.

After you locked the front door of your home and stuffed your keys into your backpack, you glanced across the street to see if the little tiger girl was still outside. You noticed that instead of attempting to walk once more on unstable footing, she was lifted into the embrace of the man you had seen earlier moving boxes. While your neighborhood was nowhere near sketchy, you couldn't help but wonder why he would leave such a young child unattended.

The child in his arms wiggled around in his grasp, reaching for his hat with determination. When she finally succeeded and tugged at it, he helped her remove it. While she played with the hat, you finally got a better glimpse of the young man. His black face mask had migrated to his chin at this point giving you a better view.

“Maybe he's her older brother,” you pondered, seeing him smile warmly at the toddler. You assumed their mom was already inside unpacking the boxes you had seen him carrying earlier.

Deciding that it was time to quit being nosey, you curiously checked your phone for the time. You realized with a start that you had been watching the scene play out in front of you for far too long. If you didn't hurry, you were definitely going to be late for school. You quickly turned on your heel and started sprinting to school.  

You made it to your classroom with only a moment to spare. The tardy bell rang as you slid into your seat, gasping for air.  You would have thought gym class would have better prepared you for an occasion such as this.  It didn't. Your classmates nearest to you gave you strange looks as you tried to calm your breathing. Please, like they've never been that close to being late. Oh well, it didn't really bother you anyway. One day they, too, will know your pain.

A sudden vibration in your pocket startled you and tore you away from your thoughts. You glanced up at your teacher, making sure that he wasn't looking your way before you dared to check the message.  Once you were sure the coast was clear, you pulled your phone from your pocket stealthily and checked the unread text.

Kasper 👻 [Wed. Dec 18. 8:14 AM]

Why were you so late???

You looked towards the back row to find your friend starting back at you expectantly. You rolled your eyes and relayed the mornings events to her. Almost immediately, your phone vibrated again. Your attention turned back to your phone as you read her reply.

Kasper 👻 [Wed. Dec 18. 8:23 AM]

Omg you're such a weirdo lol who even does that?

Kasper 👻 [Wed. Dec 18. 8:24 AM]

Was he at least cute?? ;)

You smile slightly to yourself as you began to respond.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” You felt your heart drop as you blood turned ice cold in your veins. You could feel the entire the eyes of the entire class fall upon you as you nervously glanced around. Quietly in the back of the room, you could have sworn you could hear some very familiar snickers. You feel your phone vibrate once again, but you wouldn't dare chance a look at it this time.

“Ah, Mister Wang…” You began, trying your hardest to come up with some kind of excuse that would stop the inevitable.

“No excuses. Place your phone in the box. Now. You can see me after school.” His tone ultimately left no room for argument, but still you thought you could push your luck.

“But--”

“It can wait. I said now. Or should I send you out?” You knew better than to carry on any further. His tone was getting increasingly more annoyed and you didn't want to find out what would happen when he was pushed too far. You groaned inwardly, standing up in defeat as you quietly stomped your way over to the box behind your teacher’s desk.

Mister Wang had a strict no-phone policy, but he rarely stuck to it. He was actually usually pretty chill with phone usage, so long as you still paid moderate attention in class and you weren't on the brink of failure. However, with Economics being your easiest class, it was practically impossible for you to be even close to failure.

You reluctantly dropped your phone into the empty box, making a face at how lonely it looked. You gathered that Mister Wang must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. You silently began the walk of shame back to your seat, completely aware of all the eyes still glued to you in your moment of embarrassment.

“Next time, I hope you will pay more attention to my lectures.” Wang, well, lectured. You groaned inwardly at being called out once again before you nodded.

“Of course, sir.” You confirmed as you clasped your hands together obediently, before realizing why you’d been picked out in the first place. You were completely unprepared for class, you hadn’t even bothered to take your notebook out, and you weren't even paying the slightest bit of attention. You were just sitting there, staring blankly as Mister Wang droned on and on. That must have been what set him off, but who could really blame you? This was your easiest class,  after all.  However, you quickly admitted defeat and quietly pulled out a notebook to copy down the notes that were written on the board.

When your class was finally over, Kasper jumped up from her seat and scurried over to your side. You glance up at her and took in her new appearance, only mildly surprised. Instead of her usual brown hair, she stood before you with blonde hair with blue tips.

“You colored your hair,” you commented as you shoved your notebook into your bag, mood still a little sour from the earlier events of the class. You spared a glance inside your backpack and groaned. Where was your calculus homework? You could have sworn that you put it inside your bag this morning, you just couldn't remember where. You have to remember to clean out your bag at some point this week.

“Technically, I bleached my hair, and then I  dipped the tips,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and stood up.

“Whatever, same thing,” you muttered as you threw your backpack over your shoulder. “This is all your fault.” You reminded her as you glanced over your shoulder at Mister Wang, who remained behind his desk. You can tell that he feels your gaze but he does his best to avoid it. Asshole, you think to yourself. No. I don't really mean that. I really should have been paying more attention. You relent as you make your way out of the classroom.

“Looks like someone pissed in his cup of herbal tea this morning.” Kasper suggested as she followed you out of the classroom.

“I think you mean coffee?” You corrected, confused at why she would suggest herbal tea as a morning drink.

“Oh, he doesn't drink caffeine,” Kasper said, wrapping the pale blue ends of her hair around her finger and pulling the strands across the top of her lip to make a makeshift mustache. “Don’t ask me how I know.”

“Oh, I think I know.” You grimaced, not really wanting to consider why she knows that random tidbit.

“What do you think you know?” Kasper challenged, walking closely beside you as you walked to your next class; calculus for idiots. Except you seemed to be the only idiot in there. Before you could walk into the classroom, not that you really wanted to be there anyway, Kasper grabbed you by the arm, tugging you towards her. She kept a firm grip on your arm and looked at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

“Kas,” you started, unsure of how to word this delicately. “you’re always falling for older guys. Don’t you think someone in our age group is better?” Kasper furrowed her brow as she waited for you to finish. “I know for a fact you went after class to Wang’s and asked for some help. Seriously? No one needs help in that class except that Justin Seagull kid, and that’s because he’s a few crayons short of a full box.” You finished your explanation, waiting timidly for your friends response.

“Wow,” Kasper crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re my best friend. You're supposed to be supportive of me, not…” she waved her hand dismissively at you, “whatever this is.” She finished with a huff as you sigh and shake your head.

“No matter what happens, I will always support you. Don't ever doubt that.” You begin, your feelings mildly hurt that she thought differently, even for a moment. “So if older guys are just your type, I'll still support you.” You gently placed your hand on Kasper’s shoulder, squeezing gently to let your friend know that were, and always will be, there for her. “But maybe try dating some guys our age before you go after one of our teachers. Please.” You tack on, because, at the end of the day, the last thing that you want is for her to be hurt. You could only see a fling with an older man, a teacher at that, going terribly wrong.

“I promise.” You held your other pinky out, raising your eyebrow expectantly, and the corners of Kasper’s lips twitched upward into a smile. She hooked her pinky with yours as you grinned back at her. Arguments between the two of you never seemed to last long, but you really hated them nevertheless.

“I’ll be there for you, too.” Kasper agreed with a warm smile. “As soon as you find a guy of your own, that is.” She stuck her tongue out in a teasing notion, before turning on her heel.

“I'll have you know, I have no trouble getting a guy!” You call out defiantly as Kasper walked away from you and into the classroom. “It's just that no one here is really my type.” You explained, making sure to keep your voice down as you walked in. You certainly didn't want to draw any attention to yourself like you did during the last class. You followed Kasper to your usual seats, grateful that your calculus teacher let you pick your own seats. As soon as you took your seat, however, Mister Nam began his lesson, effectively ending your conversation and forcing you to take out your notebook and follow along.

When the school day was finally over, you met up with Kasper outside of your literature class. You hadn't seen her since your last shared class, which happened to be calculus. There she had made a fool of herself by actually falling asleep and banging her head on the desk when he arm slipped from under her chin. You snickered to yourself as you recalled the event, because, to be honest, it made you feel a little better about your own humiliation in economics. You took in her appearance as she met up with you, her hair was slightly disheveled and you could tell that she recently reapplied her bright red lipstick.

“Did you get your phone?” Kasper greeted, as she hoisted her backpack higher.

“About that…” You started as you began to play with the hem of your skirt, a sheepish grin mixing into your expression. “Come with me?”

“No.” Her answer was flat and simple, leaving no room for argument. But it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Please? Pretty please?” You practically pleaded with her. “I don’t get why you’re not jumping at the chance to see Wang, I thought you were crushing on the old man.” You were thoroughly confused at her refusal to join you.

“He is not old,” Kasper immediately came to his defense. “He’s just older,” Kasper corrected you as she crossed her arms across her chest, “Maybe you should find an older guy. You always act like you’re my mom or something. And by the way, I’m legal. You’re legal, too. It's not like it's a big deal!”

“Dating a teacher, however, is not legal.” You added, exasperated. You knew it didn't matter, though. She was never going to see it your way.

“What they don't know won't kill them,” Kasper gave you a petty smile. Before you could ask who they were and how she knew it wouldn't kill them, she changed the subject. “Anyway, I’ve got a hot date that I need to prepare for, so give Mister Wang my best wishes.”

“You have a hot date,” you asked incredulously as your best friend began to retreat.

“With my chemistry tutor. Yay me,” and you could hear the disdain in her voice. “Dude is a stone!” And with that she was gone, her bright hair disappearing around the corner. You breathed out a deep sigh; you had to go and enter the depths of hell. Alone.

As you approached the classroom, you stomach rolled in apprehension. You went to turn the handle to the door and froze. You could hear loud bangs and hints of Mister Wang cursing from inside. Either he was doing some heavy duty remodeling, or he was taking out some repressed anger on the old, metal filing cabinets. You stared at the door nervously, thoughts of turning back and heading home crossing your mind. Maybe I should just leave and get my phone another time. You thought to yourself uneasily. Ugh, who am I kidding? My entire life is practically on that phone. What would I do without it? You sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of your nose, while you sorted out this internal argument.

Fuck it. So what if he's having a bad day? Mister Wang told you that you could pick up your phone at the end of the day, and that's what you were going to do. With that final thought, you twisted the door knob with a false confidence and peered into the doorway to find Mister Wang shuffling through papers on the floor.

“Who is it?” He grunted, not even bother to look up. You said your name aloud and waited, but you got nothing. You looked around nervously and fiddled with your skirt in search of something to occupy your hands during this awkward silence.

“Your phone is on my desk,” he answered finally, only barely jerking his head upward towards his desk, and there you found the box where your phone had been tossed.

As you moved towards the large desk, you took notice of the state of the classroom. One of the filing cabinets had indeed fallen over, but that was about it. Some metal boxes were on the floor, which was also covered in piles of papers. Maybe he’d lost something?

“Thanks, Mister Wang. I’ll be leaving now.” You bowed slightly before scurrying out of the classroom. Mission accomplished.  You thought to yourself triumphantly once you were in the clear, and finally began your journey home. The school halls were already almost completely cleared, save for the people who had after school activities or were just dragging out the time it took for them to go home. You saw some people were chatting with their friends, and others were shuffling through their bag’s contents. You couldn't believe that in just a few short months, you would be relieved from your duty as a student. You subconsciously began to fiddle with the necklace that hung around your neck as you made your way home.

You kept a moderate pace as you walked home, though, after the day you had, you were just begging to be seated in the comfort of the couch in front of the television. Maybe I'll even take a nap. You thought gleefully. I always leave my homework till the last minute anyway. You reasoned with yourself. It wasn’t a very hard battle after all. Soon enough, your neighborhood came into view and you could practically feel yourself sinking into the soft material of the couch. You hummed aloud, maybe you’d make yourself some hot chocolate, too. The weather was certainly getting colder.

Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. The little girl from earlier, still dressed snugly in her tiger onesie, waddled across the yard. You raised an eyebrow, confused. Are they still moving in? Even now? You pondered, wondering how they hadn't gotten everything into the house by now. You looked at the house and noticed that the door to the house was wide open. She must have wandered out on her own, you figured. You watched her plop down on her little tush and crawl a bit before deciding to chance standing up again. She started wandering towards the street and, from where you stood, it seemed that she was going to fall face first into the street. Before you even knew what was happening, you were running towards the toddler, arms out and ready to stop her.

“Oh no, be careful!” Before she could fall on the harsh asphalt, you scooped her up. You dusted the nonexistent dirt of her behind and held her close. “Where’s your mommy?” You asked, hoping she was old enough to know the answer. However, she said nothing. She just stared back at you with wide, warm hazel eyes and a confused expression.

“Oh, my gosh, you’re so cute,” you cooed, admiring the way a ring of gold hung inside her iris, adding another layer of depth to her already beautiful eyes. The little girl began to wiggle around in your arms, silently demanding freedom, so you set her down. “What’s your name, sweetie?” you tried again. After a moment of silence, she finally got around to yelping something that sounded an awful lot like... Kimchi? You blinked repeatedly, confused, and looked up at the large house with the front door still wide open.

“Come on, sweetie.” You said, taking the little girl’s chubby fist in your hand and walking to the front door. Not wanting to seem like an intruder, you rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. When there was no sound after a few moments, you were forced to resort to rapping your fist against the ajar heavy oak door.

“Coming!” The voice came from above. A deep, honey-soaked voice. Is that the guy from before? You wondered to yourself.  After a few moments, the man finally appeared. He wiped sweat from his forehead, exhaustion clear in his expression.

“Daddy!” the girl exclaimed upon seeing him, tearing her hand from your grasp and running—as fast as her little legs could carry her— to the guy you had seen earlier. No way, you thought in disbelief, this is his kid? She must be confused! There's no way he's old enough to be her father. Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as you tries to wrap you mind around this fact.

“Oh, how’d you get out?” The man picked up his daughter with a smile and held her close, bouncing her up and down slightly. He swept his gaze over to you and looked you up and down. “Oh, hello?” You saw a hint of something flash in his eyes, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

You looked up at the guy. His eyes, you could see, were a light brown with the same golden ring in his iris. It wasn’t just his eyes that were pretty. His whole face was… pretty… handsome… whatever a normal person would call him. But the point was, this supposed father was extremely good-looking. “I...Um, she was outside. Alone.” You managed to stutter out, cheeks aflame.

“Uh…” The guy tilted his head in confusion, looking at you for more of an explanation.

“I, uh, live across the street.” You turned and pointed at your house to prove your point, but in reality, you wouldn’t really be able to prove it until you actually went inside. “I was on my way home from school,” You took in the way he glanced down at your uniform, “when I saw her running towards the street. I, uh…” You trailed off. You couldn’t tell if he was actually paying attention to you or not. His expression was so...blank, as if he either couldn’t understand you, or he just wasn’t listening to you. “Your door was wide open. Okay, sorry for bothering you, bye,” you rushed out in a single breath, ready to excuse yourself from this awkward situation. You turned around and started towards the front door, which was still wide open.

“Wait.”

You paused mid-step and slowly turned around.

“Thanks,” the man wiped the sweat dripping at his forehead again and gave you a small, somewhat boxy smile. “I guess I forgot to close the door when I moved the last box in. I left her to play inside.” He explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with the hand that wasn't holding the young child.

“I see… you should be more careful then.” You chastised. “Although, I guess my mom’s kinda like that, too. Really absent-minded, I mean. She left three windows and the backdoor open this morning!” Your eyes widened at what you just said. What if he was actually some creep who’d sneak into your house now?

“Chill. I don’t have enough time to actually come in and murder your family with an axe.” The guy started to chuckle, clearly amused by the whole situation. His daughter, on the other hand, just lay her head against his chest, while he steadily bounced her in his arms. She looked tranquil, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier with the notion of sleep consuming her.

“Well, that’s a relief, I suppose.” You felt the some of the tension in your body leave at the thought.

“Well, come on in,” He said as he motioned for you to follow him. “I'll just put her down for a nap real quick.” He went on as you followed him through the house. “I really am thankful for you. You practically saved her life!”

You seem a bit too calm for someone who's daughter narrowly avoided running out into the street, you thought, but ultimately you kept your thoughts to yourself as you followed him deeper into the house. Boxes were everywhere. To your left, to your right. They filled the entire house, it was no wonder it took him all day. You felt as if you were making your way through a mini maze with the way the boxes even lined the stairway.

Walking further into the house, you soon found yourself in a little kitchen-slash-living room situation. Here, some of the furniture was already organized and toys scattered the floor. You assumed this had been where he left her to play.

He came to a sudden stop in front of a small playpen, causing you to come to a stop as well, eyeing him curiously. He stayed like that before kneeling down next to the playpen and staring at it again, a puzzled look on his face.

“Um,” you took a single step closer. “Is everything okay?” You asked, not understanding what was going on.

He shook his head and looked up at you. “Oh, yeah. It’s just… could you help me out? I don’t want to wake her.” He motioned for you to come closer.

“Oh! Um, yeah, what do you want me to do?” You moved in, so you were in reaching distance of both father and daughter.

“Can you remove the mobile? It makes a lot of noise and I don’t want it to wake her. I’d appreciate it if you could just detach it and then I could put her down quietly.” You nodded and did as he asked of you, realizing just how loud it was as you popped it out. You placed it gently on the floor with an inevitable, but soft rattle, which caused the little one to stir a bit. He softly bounced and shushed her back to sleep, before gently placing her in the playpen. “Thanks,” he whispers as he stands up, brushing himself off.

At this point, you realized how much taller than you he was, standing so close to him for the first time. He was much taller than most guys you've met before, and it made you take a step back to marvel at his height.

“It was, uh, no problem.” You say, somewhat absentmindedly as you were still taken back by his height.

“What did you say your name was?” He suddenly took off in the opposite direction, and you didn’t know whether to stay put or follow him.

“Um, I didn’t?” Your statement came out like a question.

“I’m in the kitchen.” You took that as a summoning. Sure enough, he was digging through his fridge, and you could see boxes and bags of groceries on the counter.

You’d been inside Green Dude’s house once before, when you were in primary school. And although your memory wasn’t anything special, you could say with certainty that the inside had undergone some serious renovation. Instead of the slight dinginess it gave off years ago, you could describe the interior as homely, but stylish at the same time. You wondered if he had chosen the details himself or just hired a designer.

“So, your name?” He pushed as he suddenly placed a glass of what looked like iced tea on the kitchen island and motioned for you to sit on the stool in front of it. You thanked him and awkwardly scrambled to sit on the stool that was much higher than your own at home, before telling him your name. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Thank you for saving my daughter. Do you want anything to eat?” You shook your head, politely rejecting his offer.

“Nothing? I just bought this pastry when I went out shopping. Grapefruit tart; Mina really liked it.” He motioned towards the pastry in question, but you had something else on your mind.

“Mina?” You questioned, “Is that your daughters name?” The man before you nodded in confirmation as he continued poking around the kitchen. “And your name is?” You prodded, giving up on waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Wow, I'm a terrible host.” He chuckled as he stopped busying himself and turned to face you, “I can't believe I didn't introduce myself, I apologize. My name is Kim Taehyung, and I'm an, um, office worker. I just moved here from Daegu. I heard that the preschools around here were really good, so that influenced my decision as well.” The man, Taehyung, finished his explanation.

“Oh, that's cool,” you muttered. “If you don’t mind me asking… how old is Mina?”

“She’ll be eighteen months in a week, why?” Taehyung answered, eyeing you curiously.

“I don’t know if you know this, Mister Kim, but… most daycares only allow children two years or older.” You only knew this because during your previous year, you had been required to make a presentation on what you imagined your life would be like fifteen years from then. Yours, hopefully, included children.

“Oh…” His shoulders slumped and he looked defeated. It would've broken your heart, if it weren't for how adorable he looked. He almost looked like a sad puppy.

“B-but,” you stuttered out, “I’m sure the daycares here are great, too! I think my friend said her little brother went to a daycare and was able to go straight to a local preschool before his second birthday.” That was a complete lie, but the boxy smile that lit up his face was so much cuter than the pout he’d been sporting just moments before.

“Oh, really? Which one?” He pressed, eager to have another option.

“I, uh, don’t remember the name,” you said slowly, enunciating every word clearly. “But, I’ll, um, ask for it for you, Mister Kim.” Great, now you had extra homework. Find a good, local daycare for an adorable eighteen month old girl.

“Please, call me Taehyung.” Taehyung gave you a slight smile. “Mister Kim makes me feel so old. Besides, we’re neighbors; I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other a lot more.”

“What do you mean?” You didn't realize that you liked where this was going.

“I mentioned I’m a office worker, right?” You nodded, unsure of what that had to do with this particular conversation. “That requires a lot of my time, and while the daycare is an option, when you are able to get me the name, I’m going to need a back up. A babysitter. How convenient is it that you live across the street?”

“But…” You looked around, not sure how to answer.

“Please? I’ll pay you anything you ask.” He all but pleaded.

“But sir…” You fidgeted nervously in your seat.

“Taehyung.” He insisted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, breaking you down a small bit.

“Taehyung...,” you began carefully, “you barely know me. I could be a complete psychopath for all you know. And anyway, what about her mother?” Suddenly, Taehyung’s face fell and he sighed heavily. You immediately regretted asking him that. Stay-at-home fathers aren't exactly that common, so you really couldn't have known any better. Although, could he even be labeled as such? He did have a job, after all.

“She’s not here,” was all he was willing to offer.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you understood the underlying message. ‘Don't push it.’

“No, it’s okay. But do you mind thinking it over? I’d really appreciate the extra help.” He looked down at you once again with big, beautiful puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll mull over it,” you assured him, although you were still unsure about the subject. What kind of person asks a complete stranger to take care of their child? “It was nice meeting you, sir--er, Taehyung.” You said as you hopped down from the stool.

“You as well, and thanks again for today. Are you sure you don’t want any of the tart?” His eyes sparkled with some kind of hope, as if the grapefruit tart he’d mentioned would somehow coerce you into agreeing to the job. You sighed, feeling somewhat defeated. It was almost as if he knew he was slowly whittling away at your once firm resolve.

“I’ll take some.” You finally relented, in hopes of seeing his beautiful smile once again.

“Great!” He clasped his hands together in victory. You could see that there were some paper plates in the boxes of groceries on the counter, so when Taehyung reached for a plastic tupperware container in the opposite direction, you were mildly confused. You then realized that this meant that you would be forced to wash and bring the container back. Regardless, once he sliced the tart and packaged it for you, you bowed thankfully and took your leave.

While you made the short walk from Taehyung’s front door to your own, you couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he had a child. Then you remembered that his daughter was only eighteen months old, so you figured he might not be that much older than you were. Why do I even care? You wondered as you unlocked your front door and hurried inside. The house was still as clean as you had left it that morning, so you gathered that you were the first one home. You dropped your bag by the door and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch with a huff and switching on the television. You didn't really care what was playing, you simply used it as background noise while you played on your phone.

That following Saturday morning, you were woken up at some ungodly hour by an incoming call from your mother. You groaned in annoyance, knowing she was probably just in her room, down the hall. Nevertheless you answered the phone, groggily pressing the device to your ear and sitting up in your bed.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)! I’m on my way home with your father!” You winced as your mother's much too loud, much too eager for this early in the morning voice rang through your ears.

“Oh, he’s back today, huh?” After wiping the sleep from your eyes, you slightly opened your curtains to allow the warmth of natural light into your room.

“We will be home in a few hours; we need to stop by the store to find some stuff for dinner. In the meanwhile, can you bake a cake or something?”

“Sure, but why? Are we celebrating Dad’s return?”

“You could say that. Anyway, please get to it, and clean up, too.”

“Sure,” you mumbled again. You exchanged ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s with your mother before you heard the call end with a click. You stood up and stretched, trying to shake off the sleepiness that still remained, and found the closest pair of pants on the floor to slip on.

After making yourself a cup of coffee, you started on the short list of chores your mother had given you. You started with your room, which looked like it had been hit by a tornado before you started. Then you moved on to the main floor, wiping down the windows and cleaning the dishes that had begun to pile up.

By the time you had started baking your father’s favorite cake, a decadent lemon raspberry cake, it was already half past one in the afternoon. Exactly how long was “a few hours”? As the time flew past, you focused on making the cake perfectly. The process was long and grueling, but it was also calming in a way, especially when it came to frosting and decorating the cake. Once you were done, you placed the dessert on a cake stand and covered it. You glance at the oven to check the time and, in a pale green, digital font, it read ‘4:58’. You thought about calling your parents to see where they were, but before you could even pull your phone out of your pocket, you heard the front door open, followed by a hushed conversation.

“Maybe we should have hurried?”

“What time did you tell him to come over?”

“I… don’t remember? Nothing too early; maybe 6:30?”

“That should be enough time. I could probably whip something up quickly.”

“Welcome back, Pops,” you interrupted your parents conversation to wrap your arms around your father in a hug, grinning widely as you felt you fathers hand pat the top of your head gently. He had only been gone for a little over a week, but with your mom’s cooking, the time you’d spent apart seemed to drag out much longer than usual.

“Hey, kiddo. Have you finished the cake?”

“Frosted and decorated,” you released your father and stood at attention to salute him. “Welcome back, sir.” Your father chuckled and flicked your nose.

“Thanks a lot, kiddo. I’m gonna go ahead and get dinner started. Why don’t you go get changed, alright?” Your father suggested as he shrugged off his jacket and made his way towards the kitchen.

“For what?” You asked, quizzically looking down at your simple jeans and tank top, unsure what was wrong with your attire.

“Have you even showered since you got up?” your mom teased, finally speaking up, as she

“Of course! I showered as soon as the house was clean. But why do I need to change? It’s a normal dinner, isn’t it? Or are we going all out for Dad’s welcome party?” Your mother seemed to melt at your confused expression.

“Didn't you tell her?” Your father asked, poking his head out from the kitchen.

“I could have sworn I did! Hm. It must have slipped my mind. I’ll tell her now!” Your mother explained as she dragged you up the stairs. “We invited Mister Kim and his daughter over for dinner this evening. We’re trying to be exceptional neighbors.”

“Uh huh...” you nod, folding your arms across your chest and looking at your mother suspiciously.

“What?” She questioned innocently.

“You're just doing this to be nosey, aren't you? You don't care about being neighborly.” You accused, knowing instantly when your mother feigns shock that you are correct.

“What? Absolutely not!” Her voice went up an octave, giving away the fact that she had been caught in a fib. I was born at night, you thought dryly to yourself, but it wasn't last night. You rolled your eyes and sighed in defeat.

“So, I'm guessing jeans are off-limits,” you asked, when you reached your bedroom. Your mother nodded as she took a seat on your bed and you walked over to your closet. You groaned as you slid open your closet door and tried to find something to wear. You really didn't feel like wearing a dress, but that seemed more tolerable than one of your stupid uniform skirts.

After a few minutes of sifting through your closet, you decided to go with a silky, floral patterned dress, that you had forgotten that you even owned, and a pair of strappy, nude wedge sandals. Stepping into the center of the room, you gave a slight spin and gained your mother's approval over your outfit before pulling your hair up into a sleek ponytail, at her request. I really can't wait for this night to end, you thought as you gathered some accessories, but I bet Mom will definitely get a kick out of him.

As you were finishing getting ready, you heard the doorbell ring. Your mother hopped off of your bed excitedly and nearly ran out of your room. How she could be so steady in those stilettos was beyond you and you struggled to keep up with her, not nearly as well acquainted with walking in heels as your mother was. When you reached the door you hid slightly behind her, even though the two of you were nearly the same height, and peered around her shoulder as she opened the door to reveal your new neighbor.

“Good evening.” Taehyung greeted, holding his daughter in one arm, and a gift in the other. Judging from the long and narrow bag, you could only guess that it was a bottle of wine.

“Oh, you’re here! Just on time!” Your mother’s greeted eagerly. Liar, you thought, you don't even remember what time they were supposed to be here. You shake your head slightly at the thought.

“I hope you don’t mind, Miss (Y/L/N). I brought a friend to join us.” Taehyung grinned as he shifted his daughter between arms.

“The more the merrier.” You stood on your toes to peer over Taehyung’s shoulder to see a pale, dark haired man who was slightly shorter than Taehyung was. He, too, had a gift for your mother in hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Kim Taehyung stepped aside and allowed his friend to introduce himself.  “Taehyung and I just came from work, so excuse my attire.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! What line of work are you in?” Your mother had a million and one questions for the two gentlemen but you were more interested in the little girl. Today, she wore a striped dress with matching bloomers, and she managed to pull off one of her shoes, gnawing on it with a bright smile. Gosh, she really is so cute.

“Oh! I can't believe I forgot to introduce my daughter! How rude of me.” Your mother gasped and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Taehyung, this is  (Y/N), she'll be graduating this summer, I can't believe it!” You smiled at your mother's introduction. That is, until she went on. “They grow up so fast, Taehyung. She'll be nineteen soon, much too soon. You might not feel like that now, but it really happens all too quickly.” Your eyes narrow at your mother in embarrassment as you feel your cheeks heat up. Every time you had company, she felt compelled to bring this up.

Your mother gave a nostalgic sigh before quickly pulling herself together and leading the group into the living room. “My husband will be done with dinner in a moment, so I hope you don’t mind if we wait in here.” She explained as she motioned for everyone to take a seat.

Taehyung and his friend, Yoongi, nodded and smiled, making themselves comfortable on the sofa. Taehyung placed Mina on the floor and she stood using the coffee table for support. You sat down beside her, taking an interest in the young girl, once in a while tapping her little hand and showing her funny faces.

After getting close to little Mina, she took a seat in your lap and you allowed her to play with your hair. Sometimes she would tug it, but it wouldn't hurt too much. When she got bored of your hair, she began to hold onto your fingers. You looked up and figured you should try to pay attention to the conversation.

“Daycare? Oh, I know the perfect one! It's the one I used to send (Y/N) to when she was a little girl! It’s great, been up and running for a few decades now. Now, what was it called?” Your mother furrowed her eyebrows as she thought deeply. You were slightly startled when she suddenly looked at you and asked, “What was it called?”

“Mother, I don’t even remember what you made for dinner last night...” You muttered as you glanced down at Mina to see her comfortably sitting in your lap, except now, it seemed like her goal was to eat your fingers. You tugged your hands away from her slightly, still allowing her to fidget with your fingers.

“Over the Rainbow!” Your mother exclaims as she remembers the name. “That’s what it’s called! It’s about ten minutes from here? (Y/N) passes it every time she walks to school.” You looked at her curiously. I do? You wondered, I guess I don't really pay that much attention to my surroundings.

“Thank you so much, that will definitely come in handy!” Taehyung bowed his head slightly, grateful for your mother's suggestion.

“Why don’t you ask (Y/N) to take care of her, too? I’m sure you’re extremely busy, and keeping her at a daycare all day could get very expensive.” God dammit, Mother.

“Well, I actually did ask her before, but maybe you could convince her?” Taehyung flashed his pathetic puppy dog eyes at you before quickly redirecting his gaze to your mother.

“Oh, so you two have met before. Why didn’t I realize?” Your mother curiously glanced between the two of you, wondering how she hadn't know this.

“It was a few days ago, when I first moved in,” Taehyung cut his eyes to you and gave a boxy smile.

“Dinner is served,” your father entered the living room with a air of elegance. He wore an apron that was slightly dirty from all of his hard work in the kitchen.

“Excellent!” Your mother exclaimed with excitement. The guests stood and your mother led the way into the dining area, but one person stayed behind. Taehyung pulled at the legs of his slacks and crouched down beside you, opening his arms for his daughter. You dusted yourself off and before you could stand, a hand came into view.

“Need a hand?”

You realized there were only two options, and it almost felt like a dating simulator. Reject his offer—which kinda played in your head as slapping his hand away, but that was a bit extreme—and seem like a real bee with an itch, stripes and all, or accept his offer. Yellow was not your color. You gingerly placed your palm in his and tried to hide the fact that your body temperature was rising. What was it about him? Yeah, he was handsome. Like model-worthy. But why did just touching him make you want to blush?

You watch for a few moments with mild amusement at Taehyung tries to search through his diaper bag single-handedly before offering to hold Mina while he continued his search. You propped Mina on your hip and waited patiently. Once Taehyung found what he was looking for, a bottle that appeared to be filled with chocolate milk, you finally made your way into the dining room with Taehyung close behind you. You took your usual seat across from your mother and shifted Mina on your lap so that you could still eat comfortably.

“Are you okay with her sitting in your lap?” You looked to your left to find Taehyung looking at you curiously as he hands Mina her bottle. You subconsciously hold the small girl a little closer.

“Yeah, I'm okay with it.”

Dinner went on rather quietly. Every so often your father or mother would bring up random events, but you didn't really have much to contribute to the conversation so you remained quiet as you continued eating, bouncing your leg every so often when Mina would begin to wiggle around. What you really wanted to, but knew you couldn't, do was to retreat to your room and finish watching one of your shows, but that was off the table for the time being. You were in the middle of zoning out and finishing up the last of your meal when question caught your attention.

“...don’t you think?” Yep, the question was definitely directed at you.

You blinked repeatedly, stunned. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a good deal, isn’t it?” Your mother and Taehyung beamed at you. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation happening around you. You didn't want to chance asking them to repeat themselves and embarrassing yourself further, so you did what any normal person would do.

You nodded.

“Great! We hope that settles everything. Now, let’s eat cake.”

“Ooh, yes.”

a/n: hey all! i actually meant for this to be a christmas update... then a tae birthday update... but let’s just consider it all of the above and a new years update? haha <3 please enjoy. smut in the chapter to come.

SPECIAL THANKS TO BOTH MY EDITORS <3 [septiceyesky & sneheee]

[peachyvhope]

Cold | pt.3 [merry christmas!]

;pairing — jungkook x reader

;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)

;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things

;word count — 7,080 (+bc i like to add last second)

part one | part two |

Your mouth was dry. You desperately wanted water. Patting around the bed, you found Taehyung’s shoulder instead of your phone, and a little ding of a notification alerted you where your phone was. It was half past midnight.

You wrenched Taehyung’s arms away from your waist, realizing he was a cuddler, and crept out of the bed. After a few more rounds, you’d found yourself in bed with the guy, and now he was spending the night. Somewhere in between, you’d managed to get his help cleaning up and he’d even done you the pleasure of washing your back, despite how many times you tried to tell him he didn’t have to.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed at you, and shocked, you let out a little squeak, stirring him in his sleep. You slipped your pillow into his arms and Taehyung wistfully hugged it tightly. Your face drained of color, imagining the pillow exploding from the force. You shook your head and pulled a nightgown from your dresser and pulled it over your head.

You walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. You leaned against the fridge and thirstily gulped the cold water down. You unlocked your phone and scrolled, finding Jungkook’s number in your past calls. You’d never saved his number, knowing you had no reason to do so in the first place. But you knew it was his number.

You rolled your eyes and placed your phone on the kitchen counter, opening the fridge to get another bottle of water.

“Hello?”

It was faint, but audible. And it scared you shitless.

You grabbed the water bottle and looked at your phone.

“Hello?” Jungkook’s voice was heavy with sleep, and you hoped he was too sleepy to notice what had happened.

“Wrong number,” you helped, pressing the end button.

When Taehyung finally emerged from your bedroom, it was midday. You were thankful you hadn’t scheduled classes for the next few days, because that meant you could coupe yourself up at home. Taehyung, with his eyes half-closed and his body as bare at the day he’d been born, waved at you sleepily before passing you into the little room where he’d hanged his clothes to dry. You’d offered to take his clothes down to the lobby and wash them, but he insisted he’d rather hand wash them. You had suspicions it was to preserve the Gucci feel to them.

You closed your laptop halfway and set it on the coffee table, turning on the couch to face Taehyung. In the doorway, he pulled on his sweatpants, not even glancing at his boxers nor his sweatshirt.

“Are your boxers Gucci, too,” you joked. Taehyung’s tired eyes found yours and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes. Why aren’t you getting dressed properly?”

“It’s too early.” Taehyung’s voice was raspy, and you figured he was still sleepy. He walked towards you and plopped down in the couch beside you, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“What time do you normally get up?” You were surprised the whole interaction didn’t feel more awkward. It was almost normal, and you could only owe it to Taehyung’s weird personality.

“Sometime in the afternoon. I only wake up early for Psych.” Taehyung took your hand in his and began to play with your fingers. “Pretty,” he mumbled. “What were you doing?”

“Typing my essay for English. Trying to stay ahead of the curve.”

“Smart,” Taehyung responded. “When did you get up?”

“Earlier than usual. Sleep well?”

Taehyung sat up and smiled widely, rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes, “Like a baby. But I’d probably have slept better if you didn’t leave me.” You rolled your eyes but cracked a smile nevertheless. Taehyung suddenly stood and pulled you up with him, “Let’s get breakfast.”

“And get a discount at Hyuna’s again,” you cracked a smile at Taehyung and he smiled even wider, shaking his head.

“Believe it or not, I know a lot about restaurants around here. There’s this little diner about twenty minutes from here.”

“Or, really?”

“Will you allow me the honor of buying you a meal once again, my lady,” Taehyung did an awkward bow, but the sentiment was there.

“Of course, you owe me.” You squeezed Taehyung’s cheek and laughed. “I’m just going to take a shower, first, okay?”

“Mind if I join?”

“You can’t take a shower with me, Tae.”

“We took one together last night,” he called out as you walked into the bathroom, but you rolled your eyes and closed the door behind you. You realized just how persistent Taehyung was.

After wasting something like ten minutes fending Taehyung off, who adamant on saving water by having a party in your shower, you were able to cleanse yourself. You wrapped your wet hair into a low bun and hurriedly got dressed, lazily throwing on a white tee and some leggings. While you were getting dressed, you let Taehyung know he could still use the shower if he wanted, but he refused, insisting that he’d take one at his own home. You were convinced he was just the slightest upset he wasn’t able to get you in the shower with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pity the pervert.

The weekend passes with a blur of memories. You were grateful to Taehyung. When he wasn’t keeping you company as you studied with his head against your shoulder or in your lap while watching TV, he was dragging you to his favorite restaurants and diners and parks. You’d even gone dog-walking with him and Mickey.

All the excitement was pushing Jungkook out of your mind. And when he did start to consume your thoughts when you were alone, you’d start exchanging memes with Taehyung, things along the lines of ‘this is you’ to relatable posts. Somehow, sleeping with Taehyung had become a thing, too; more along the lines of friends with benefits than an actual relationship. And you knew Taehyung felt the same way, since after all, you knew he still went out on dates to find ‘the one who will steal his heart at first sight’.

At that moment, you were watching an anime Taehyung had brought over.

“This one is really good, Jungkook let me borrow it.” You felt something tighten in your chest. “He’s so stupid. He thinks that when he hears a bell, he’s seen the love of his life.”

“Is that so,” you voiced quietly. “Stupid.”

“Right. Popcorn?” Taehyung positioned himself so his head lay in your lap, and you shook your head, letting your fingers run through his hair.

“Your hair’s so soft,” you mumbled through the opening scenes. Taehyung gave you a small smile before force-feeding you popcorn. “Are you trying to tell me to shut up?”

“Yes. So, y/n, be quiet.” You laugh quietly and begin to actually pay attention to the movie. However, about halfway through, Taehyung just becomes dead weight. He’d fallen asleep. It was the middle of the day, and Taehyung had fallen asleep. Just how tired was the guy?

You tried to sit through the movie and enjoy it, but your legs were getting tired and static-y. They’d fallen asleep. The movie was good, no doubt, but you just couldn’t sit in that position for any longer. You shook Taehyung’s shoulder. He stirred in his sleep but didn’t open his eyes. You sighed.

You heard the door click and your eyes widened. You shook Taehyung again, but to no avail, he tossed onto his side and breathed a deep sigh. The guy must have been exhausted or something; he was normally a light sleeper as far as you could tell.

“Y/N! You’re home?! Hobi’s here!”

“Hey,” you heard Hoseok call from the entrance. If they turned this corner…

“Oh?” The surprise could be heard in Jiyeon’s voice. You hadn’t exactly told her you’d been hooking up with the frat boy for the past week, and while you hadn’t exactly been sneaking around, you weren’t exactly explicit with the relationship you had going on, either.

“So this has been where the little Gucci prince has been hiding.”

“He’s been here?” Jiyeon turned to Hoseok with a weird expression, almost of disbelief.

“Probably? When he is home, he’s always running out or talking on the phone. He’s been calling someone ‘kitten’.” You rolled your eyes at that one. Taehyung called just about anyone kitten; on all your outings, whenever running into a girl he knew, he’d insincerely toss the little pet name around.

“Tae’s just been hanging out with me.”

“So you’re over Jungkook?”

“I’ve been over him,” you drawled. “Hoseok, can you help me? My legs fell asleep.” Hoseok gave you a sheepish smile, as if he knew something you didn’t and was guilty, and walked over. Without warning, he lifted his leg and landed a kick on Taehyung’s butt. Taehyung shot awake, to say the least, sitting up and staring past Hoseok in shock.

“What happened?”

“Stop being a leech,” a smiley Hoseok muttered.

“I’m still shocked,” Jiyeon mumbled from the sidelines. “When did that start?”

“Jiyeon,” you dragged a hand down your face. You didn’t want to talk about it now, especially not with your partner-in-crime sitting next to you. You stood up and walked into the kitchen to shake away the static in your legs, Jiyeon following close behind.

“Since when?”

“Last week.” You kept your answers short and frank. Straight to the point. When Jiyeon asked ‘do you like him’, you said ‘he’s a friend’. When she asked if he was big, you said ‘he’s packing’ in Tae’s tone. When she asked if he was good, you said ‘great’.

“Better than Jungkook?”

You opened your mouth and closed it. You were happy you were speaking in hushed whispers while Hoseok was seemingly lecturing Taehyung about the chores we was slacking off on back at the BTS house. For lack of an answer, you grabbed the last water bottle in the fridge and chugged.

“Y/n, come on, answer.” You’d chugged too fast. Your eyes darted around looking for a way to escape. “Y/n,” Jiyeon gave you that mom look, the one that meant if you delay the answer a second later, something bad was going to happen. You doubted anything would actually happen, but the look itself was scary.

“I don’t know,” you answered with desperation. “I was with that coconut for a night,” you kneeled against the kitchen counter and let your head lay against the surface. “It wasn’t anything special but I can’t forget. And I don’t know why—I know I hate him, but I can’t forget. Tae… he helps me forget. And that’s good. He’s nice, he’s got great hips, and he’s considerate. Sometimes I think he knows I can’t forget, even if I haven’t told him I screwed his goddamn fraternity brother, but he still keeps me company. I don’t have much of a chance to remember him. And I certainly don’t go looking for him.”

“Y/n.”

“What,” you cry out, turning and ending up sitting on the ground. You leaned your head against the cupboards and looked up at Jiyeon, who kneeled down to be closer to eye-level.

“You know what that’s called?”

“Trauma?”

“No. That’s called infatuation.” Jiyeon pressed a finger to her bottom lip and looked up with a bit of confusion in her expression, “I think. You’ve got a crush on Jungkook and you’re trying to deny it.”

“I don’t think crushed work for people you hate. Maybe it’s just that he annoys me so much.”

“That’s silly. I think you should talk to him.”

You stared at Jiyeon like she was crazy. Why would you go and talk to him. Wasn’t she listening to anything you said? Couldn’t she just pick up on the signs? You wanted nothing to do with the guy.

“No, I’m not joking, y/n. Go and talk to him.”

“And say what?” You crushed the empty water bottle in your hands, “I keep thinking about you, I think to the point where it’s almost obsessive, so I had a counseling session with my friend-slash-roommate. She’s studying to be a therapist. Oh! And by the way, she says that it seems like I have a crush on you. I’ve hated you since day one, but let’s roll with it, oh, and I’m still really sorry about puking all over your feet that day.”

“You puked on him,” Jiyeon wrinkled her nose. “Some guys might be into that, but I’m pretty sure it’s a deal-breaker for most.”

“Jiyeon,” you hissed.

“Sorry. But that’s pretty nasty. But if it makes you feel better, that’s a good place to start.”

“I’m not talking to him.”

“Y/n—”

“Y/n,” Taehyung interrupted your roommate. You stood up and smiled at the boy. He still looked slightly tired, but in comparison to how he looked when he first showed up at your doorstep, your realized he looked much better. “I was going to go to the store to get some groceries; did you want to come?”

Realizing this was an escape, you jumped at the chance. “Yeah, let me get a sweater.” Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Jiyeon glaring at you.

“I’ll be here,” Tae gave you his signature sweet smile and you returned it, mouthing a ‘later’ to Jiyeon as you made your way to your bedroom. You grabbed the first sweater you found, which just so happened to be a Gucci sweater Taehyung had left at your place. You’d worn some of his clothes out before so you knew he didn’t care, tossing it on over your tattered tee you got from working at the pizza shop back in high school.

When you emerged from your room, Taehyung was leaning against the wall on his phone, Jiyeon and Hoseok on the couch trying to find something to watch. You walked up to Taehyung and glanced at the screen; pictures of a puppy.

“I want one,” he muttered.

“Isn’t Mickey at the frat house?”

“Jungkook’s monopolized the poor guy. Come on; maybe you can see him, I need to get the car keys from home.”

“I don’t want to see Coconut-Head,” you crinkle your nose.

Taehyung chuckled, “I meant Mickey. Jungkook should be at the gym or something. Let’s go.”

You followed Taehyung to the frat house, shivering as you trekked across campus in the frigid air. In the middle of November, you couldn’t help but anticipate how cold the next month would be.

When the frat house finally did come into view, you began to lose interest in the conversation Taehyung had started, and began to fear the unknown. You knew Tae had said Jungkook wouldn’t be there, but you just couldn’t get over the possibility of the ‘what-ifs’. Taehyung pushed open the door and allowed you to feel the warm air from inside the house, and you embraced it.

“It smells good in here,” you commented. You hadn’t been back at the frat house since the day the guys had lit blunts in the living room.

“Jin’s been simmering fruits and cinnamon for the past few days. He couldn’t smell it when he did it, but the scent’s actually really strong.” You mentally took note. “I think he’s in his room, so you should go see him. I’m gonna get the keys and then we can head to the parking garage.” You nodded and Taehyung rushed off, but by the time you took your first step in a random direction, you realized you had never even seen the door to your elder brother’s room, and if you had, you hadn’t noticed. You awkwardly looked around before shoveling around in your pockets, pulling out your phone to send a text.

y/n

[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]

hey, at the frat. come out of your room and see me?

His reply was immediate.

big bro

[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]

not home; text u l8r

“Ew.”

You slowly looked up from your cell phone.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” The words spilled from your mouth in a hurry, almost like a self-defense mechanism.

“I do. But this is the safety of my home; you’re trespassing.”

“I was invited. Pretty sure you’re not the only resident,” you crossed your arms and stared hard at Jungkook’s nose. You would not let your eyes wander down his torso. Not even to further examine the v-line situation he had going on.

“Taehyung invited you, huh?” You didn’t respond. “Guess you’re his new fling of the month.” Jungkook began to smirk as he challenged your stare-down.

Your eyes narrowed, “We’re just friends. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait in patience.” Jungkook just stared back for a moment, making you realize more and more just how much you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. With a slap. Or maybe you could just kiss it off. He had nice lips. Your eyes continued to wander.

“No!”

“What,” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “My eyes are up here.” You looked up at the ceiling and breathed out exasperatedly. Now he knew you were looking. “Anyway, come here.”

“What? So you can kill me?”

“Just come on,” Jungkook didn’t turn to make sure you were following him, and when he began to disappear around the corner, you finally gave up and followed. He walked fluidly with large strides. You took notice of how his arms swung with each step and how his shoulder blades slightly moved as he swung.

He suddenly stopped and you found yourself lurching into him. Although you stopped as quickly as you could, your nose still brushed against his bare back.

“Are you trying to sniff me?” Jungkook turned to glare at you, raising his arm and sniffing himself. He shrugged, almost as if he was telling himself he smelled fine.

“No!” There was no way you could even think about what he smelled like when you were so distracted by his muscles. Speaking of muscles… “I thought you were supposed to be at the gym.”

“Stalking me? Or did you ask Tae for a rundown of my schedule?”

You rolled your eyes, “If anything, it’s just precautionary measures. Not like I aim to run into you.”

“What do you expect when you come to my home? It’s supposed to be a safe haven for me, you know. You don’t find me showing up at your doorstep unannounced. Or at all.”

Point taken, you thought. You realized you were stationed outside Jungkook’s room as he swung the door open. When he entered, you awkwardly stood in the doorway, looking around. His room hadn’t changed much, if at all, since the last time you’d seen it. Maybe it was a little cleaner? Jungkook had clearly been doing laundry, you realized, noticing the stack of folded clothes at the foot of his bed.

“Oof!” Darkness consumed you as fabric inhibited your vision. You pulled it off your face and examined the article of clothing. “Why are you handing me a dress?” You looked for Jungkook, only to see his butt poking out of his closet as he dug around inside.

“It’s a sorry gift.”

“Since when are we close enough to be getting each other gifts?”

“Since you started hanging around my roommates and I found out you were one of their sisters. Only time.” Jungkook straightened up and turned to you. A small gift wrapped box was in his hands. “Catch.”The toss was perfect, but your ability to catch thrown objects wasn’t. You dropped the box, earning a little dent in the corner.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t open it until you’re home. I mean it. If you open it, this truce will be over.”

“What truce?” Your voice began to rise. “I don’t understand any of this. Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t have a heart!”

“Who said I didn’t have a heart,” Jungkook crossed his arms across his chest and you couldn’t help but take notice of how his biceps bulged with the simplest of actions. Your mouth opened and closed. You imagined how you looked right now to Jungkook. Probably like a fish out of water.

“I...I didn’t say that.”

“You just did,” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I just mean...ugh, you’re so mean!” You couldn’t help but start to go on a rant. It was like word-vomit. Where was Taehyung? He was only supposed to get the car keys, dammit.

“I’m… mean? What are you, a child?”

“Yes, you’re mean! Since day one! I didn’t do anything to you! Okay, maybe I did, but is it really that serious? When Jin was sick and puked all over my favorite teddy bear, I was mad at him for a bit, but it wasn’t that serious. It was materialistic. I could buy another one. Sure there was sentiment, but I still had the memories. Before he puked on Mr. BunBun, of course.” You notice he mouths the name of your stuffed animal. “Ugh, I’m going off topic. You’re mean! You throw ugly glares at me, not that you’re ugly, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach. And then I get angry, too. Why do you make me so angry? And then you let me ride you but—”

You didn’t realize when Jungkook had gotten so close. He grabs both your wrists lightly and stares down at you. Your jaw has slackened, confused, and you stare up into his eyes. You can’t trace any emotion, almost as if he’s guarded himself. At least it wasn’t the same cold glare he’d always given you before. His eyes were just blank.

“For the record, I didn’t really let you. You forced me.”

“You forced a kiss on me.”

“So that’s how it happened.” Both you and Jungkook turned to find Taehyung in the doorway, peaking in slightly. “You guys are so odd.”

“Tae,” you yelped, stepping backwards from Jungkook, but you realized your hands were still in his grasp. You roughly shook your wrists free.

“What the hell,” were the words that left Jungkook’s lips.

“Oh, no need to be shy, kiddos. I knew all about the little fling.”

“You told him?” Jungkook shot an accusing glare at you.

“No!”

“You told me,” Taehyung smiled smugly at his friend. “Well, not necessarily. But you should really learn how to use a phone in the middle of hookups. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m pretty sure there’s a red ‘decline call’ button right next to the green one.” You could see Jungkook’s cheeks get red, and as you thought back, your own cheeks tinted rose pink as well. You remembered you’d made your move when Jungkook was texting that girl.

“Don’t worry, I hung up when I realized what was going on.”

“That’s not I was worrying about,” Jungkook covered his red face with his hands.

“Anyway, are you ready, y/n? Or would you rather stay here with Kookie?” You glanced at Jungkook, who had turned around to calm himself down, or at least that’s what you thought.

“No. I’ll come. I’m coming,” you assured Taehyung.

“I’m gonna start heading to the garage. If you don’t hurry, I’m leaving without you.”

“I’m coming,” you said again, taking the first step to follow the guy, but unfortunately, Jungkook didn’t think your conversation was over.

“Listen…”

“I need to go.” You avoided his eyes. Maybe if you were in some cliche love story, Jungkook would force you to look at him, but his touch only burned around your wrist, your heart beating just that much faster.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have much to say, and I’ll admit I was probably childish, too, but I’ll try to be nicer.”

“Whatever.”

Jungkook let you go. “Accept my apology?”

“I need to go. I’ll think about it.” But what you meant was ‘you’re already 90% forgiven.’ And that was the truth, no matter how hard you tried to reignite the hatred you had for him over a week ago.

“Oh, and y/n.”

“What?” You drawed out the vowel, “I need to hurry.”

“Mr. BunBun?”

“He was a bunny,” you exclaimed, your cheeks turning pink again as you ran away towards Taehyung.

Taehyung stopped the car in a far space in the parking lot of the grocery store. At this point, you weren’t even sure why you’d tagged along. Sure you wanted to escape the situation with Jiyeon, but honestly, you could have come up with another excuse of just go elsewhere. It wasn’t like Jiyeon would torture you. Or maybe she would…

“Alright, I’ve got my list. I’ll text you a screenshot of it so we can finish this fast?” You just nodded, following the red-head into the store. Once you reached the entrance, Taehyung grabbed a large shopping cart and pushed it. He peered down at his phone while he forwarded the list to your phone, and you had to guide the cart whenever he almost bumped into someone. Finally, he looked up at the same time your phone dinged with an incoming message/

“This is a lot,” you blinked up at Taehyung. He had sent about three pictures to you, and it seemed like it was only the bottom half. “Is there an apocalypse I didn’t know about? Are you going into hibernation?”

“Food goes quick at the frat. We shop bi-weekly; it’s my turn to go shopping.” Taehyung looked up at the aisle guides, looking for his first target.

“Oh, look at you being all responsible,” you reached up and squeezed his cheek to which he gently patted your hand away.

“If I didn’t, Hoseok would burn my clothes.”

“Oh,” you paused. “I’m going to get the eggs,” you finally said after a silent moment of you following Taehyung down the spices aisle. With a rush, you walked towards the back and found all the dairy.

2 GAL. WHOLE MILK

1 CASE EGGS/AA

HALF&HALF

BUTTER-CAN’T BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER KIND

SOUR CREAM

LOTS OF WHIPPED CREAM-IN CAN

YOGURT

HEAVY CREAM

As you traveled further down the list, you began to see other things.

VODKA

PERSIMMON VINEGAR

APPLE CIDER VINEGAR

ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM

PISTACHIOS

GIN

CLUB SODA/TONIC

BABY WASH

You raised an eyebrow. Baby wash? What in the world did they need baby wash for? You shook your head in disbelief and gathered as much as you can in one arm and the case of eggs in another before heading back to where you’d left Taehyung. He was walking up and down the aisle, looking for something. Placing all the diary you’d acquired in the cart, you tugged on his sweatshirt.

“What are you looking for?”

“Charcoal.”

You awkwardly looked at Taehyung before taking in your surroundings. “I don’t think you’ll find it here.”

“I’m in the wrong store?” Taehyung gazed back at you with a blank expression and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat.

“No, Tae, you’re in the spices aisle. You need to go to household,” you pointed in the direction. “How many times have you gone shopping alone?”

“Never?” Taehyung leaned against the cart, only for it to roll away from him due to the applied pressure. He nearly fell, but grabbed the cart and made a smooth recovery.

“I usually take someone with me and we wander the aisles together.” Tae began to gesture wildly as if he was telling a story about his adventure with Indiana Jones. “Yoongi always treats me to lamb skewers afterwards, but lately he’s only been taking Jungkook.”

“Poor child.”

“I’ll treat you after,” Taehyung said, randomly picking up a canister of what appeared to be paprika.

“No, that’s fine. You always treat me, I got you this time,” you began to push the cart instead of Taehyung. From this point on, splitting up would only make you do all the work, so why not just stay together?

Once you’d finished gathering all the items on the list and checked out, with a marvellous grand total of almost more than a thousand dollars (Taehyung had to convince you that it was normal since apparently, the average budget for one person was almost two hundred). You still couldn’t believe it, though, and you watched him swipe his black card without batting an eye. You guessed it probably didn’t affect him much, since you knew all about the luxuries he possessed in his closet, but still.

You followed Taehyung out the exit only to find yourself bumping into his back.

“Hey, y/n… Mind going back inside to buy an umbrella?”

“It’s raining?” You peered from behind Taehyung to see raindrops falling heavily. “And you parked so far, too,” you groaned. Nevertheless, you huffed and went back inside, grabbing a large umbrella that you has to pay almost twenty bucks for. You pulled the umbrella out of its little sheathe and began to undo the little buckle, eyes searching for the dude. You knew it was cold, but with the rain, you couldn’t help but shiver. Realizing that Taehyung had probably gone outside, you walked out, only to find Taehyung trying to stuff bags under his sweater. This was an incredulous scene, seeing as there was way more groceries than there were fabric. And you knew no matter how good the Gucci material was, there was no way it could get away without a little wear and tear.

Taehyung was just standing there, trembling as he shoved can after can into his pockets, rain causing his dyed hair to trail red streaks down his neck.

“Why didn’t you try doing that inside the store,” you asked, wondering why he had even bothered in the first place. No matter what, the groceries were going to get read. Feeling pitiful, you hid the umbrella behind you, even though you knew he could still see the large object. But he hadn’t just yet..

“Did you get the umbrella?” Taehyung gave up and replaced the cans in the cart, rain starting to fall harder in huge droplets. You felt them thump against your head and your body shivered. “Though, there’s not use now. Come on, I’ll turn on the heat in the car.” Taehyung took the umbrella from your hands and tossed it in the cart. “Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in the cart, y/n.”

“I’m gonna crush the groceries,” you stared back at him wide-eyed. You thought about the eggs you’d picked up.

“They’re in the little baby slot,” you still shook your head. Without warning, Taehyung grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you up.

“Okay, okay! I’ll just hold on to the cart from the front. Happy?”

“Fine,” Taehyung pouted. You did as promised and climbed up on the little stand where you’d usually put cases of water. Once Taehyung was sure you wouldn’t fly off, he lurched forward with a run. With the weight of the groceries and you, you were a bit surprised to see that the cart was moving as fast as it was. At about 6 miles per hour.

When Taehyung finally did get to the car, something like five minutes later (double the time you’d taken to get to the store, but it felt like a year), he simply tossed you the keys with a word. “Heat,” he’d said, letting you know he’d toss the groceries in the trunk. Not literally. No one wants egg shells and yolk all over the car.

After some debate, Taehyung finally decided on just dropping you off at home, insisting he needed to run more errands once he got home, including wiping down the wet groceries. When you offered to help, he just insisted you had better things to do, which you might have, but it didn’t mean you’d rather do those things than hang out with the good.

“But I didn’t buy the lamb skewers,” you tried as a last resort. Despite not wanting to see Jungkook (okay, you lied. You kinda did want to see him), you did want to repay some of Taehyung’s overt kindness.

“Next time. And you can buy me a feast of noodles, too.” Taehyung gave you a smile before unlocking the doors to the car. You sighed and pulled the umbrella out, opening it as you stepped out. You came to realize that Taehyung would need some help carrying the amount of groceries from the parking garage, but when you tried to argue against it, he assured you he’d get some help. “Don’t forget this,” Taehyung held out the little yellow box Jungkook had tossed to you earlier.

“Thanks,” you muttered. “Bye, Tae. Be safe.”

“I’m going back to my dorm, y/n, not going to war.”

“Still.”

“I’ll text you later. Maybe you can help me warm up later,” Taehyung added a wink before bidding you goodbye.

Inside your dorm, it was freezing. Jiyeon had left a note on the kitchen counter telling you she had gone out with some friends to a club. You felt kinda disappointed—you were her roommate and she rarely invited you out anymore. While you were originally super close, you couldn’t help but feel you’d grown distant. The more you thought about it, you also began to feel like it was your fault. When Jiyeon tried to find out what was going on with you, you weren’t always very open. You’d have to try harder, you told yourself.

You could hear the rain fall harder and harder, pattering against your windows, and the sound made you feel even colder, shaking you to your bones. You sighed and went over to the thermostat, turning on the heat before plopping down on the couch. You pulled off Taehyung’s sweater you’d swiped and your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your tattered tee. You switched on the television and realized that the anime Taehyung had brought over earlier was still in the DVD player, so you changed the input to watch from beginning to end.

Ding! Halfway through the movie, your phone rang with the tone of an incoming message. Maybe it was Jiyeon telling you that she’d be coming back soon. Maybe it was Tae asking to come over.

You absentmindedly searched through the pockets of the shedded clothes’ damp pockets. When you did find the device, you unlocked your phone with a swipe and glanced down. It wasn’t necessarily a text message, but an email notification. More specifically a reminder from your physics teacher.

PROFESSOR CHO

[TWO MINS AGO]

DO NOT FORGET TO TURN IN YOUR PRESENTATIONS BY MIDNIGHT. BE READY TO PRESENT TOMORROW.

Tomorrow?! Your eyes widened at the words and your heart sunk. What day was it?

Upon realization, you cursed yourself and stood. Did Jungkook read the email? Did he put together the presentation? You’d done your part, hadn’t you? Why were you bullshitting yourself—all you’d done was run the experiment. Obviously you needed to help create the presentation, otherwise when you did present, you’d totally end up failing.

[phone]

[THIS NUMBER IS NOT IN YOUR CONTACTS. REPORT SPAM?]

[A MIN AGO]

coming over.

Your heart jumped into your throat. What? Okay, you understood why he was coming over, but shouldn’t he ask first?! You began to panic. Your dorm was across campus, so you definitely had time to clean up. Ugh, you were getting so stressed over nothing. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside mixed with the whirring of the heater working its magic did nothing to calm you, instead doing the complete opposite. You switched off the television again and began to rid the room and immediate entrance of anything that did not belong or even remotely looked out of place.

Too soon. Too soon, you heard the knock against your front door. With a quick peek through the peephole, you saw the coconut-head perpetrator. You slowly opened the door, and when you saw his face, your nerves sparked.

“Hey,” Jungkook drawled. He looked you up and down, and you followed his gaze.

“Pants,” you hissed, leaving the door open and running into your bedroom.

“I didn’t come over for that reason,” you heard Jungkook call out. You felt your face flush red as you looked for a pair of sweatpants. You managed to dig out a pair of Puma joggers and pulled on another one of the hoodies Taehyung had left. You realized, sooner or later, you’d have to sort through everything and make sure Taehyung wasn’t leaving a wardrobe behind.

“If you had, you’d find your ass outside,” you bit back, but you knew if he had advanced, you’d probably welcome it. God, what was wrong with you? “You’re here for the presentation? I just woke up,” you lied. “I like to sleep without pants.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Uh-huh.” You walked out of your room to find Jungkook shaking his umbrella in the hallway before locking the door and setting the umbrella down. He had a backpack on, and you knew it contained his laptop. “I almost forgot about the project.”

“Same here…”

Jungkook glanced at you as he opened the laptop, “Did you open it?”

“What?”

“The box.”

So much is happening today, you thought. “I’ll open it now. What’s in it, anyway?”

“Open it.” You tried to look around for the little yellow box before you remembered you’d tossed it into your bedroom with the rest of the stuff while you were ‘cleaning’ up. You picked it up and uncovered the box finding layer upon layer of tissue paper.

“Is there actually anything in here?”

“Mm-hmm,” by now, Jungkook was stationed at the table you’d previously worked at together. He was doing that thing again. Where he found a mistake in his work and he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Except, that previous expression was nonexistent, and his tongue was in his cheek. That was somewhat attractive, too. “Open.”

“Oh, yeah,” you tossed the contents onto the table, searching through the contents until you saw it. Purple lace. “What the fuck is this?”

“A thong. G-string, to be precise.”

“Let me be clear, why the fuck is this in here? Or rather, why did you think it was appropriate to give me a pair of panties?”

“Relax, they’re brand new.” You could see a bit of amusement in his expression and Taehyung continued to vigorously type.

“Dude--”

“They’re Tae’s favorite color.”

“I don’t care if they’re my favorite color! What—”

“You’re screwing him, aren’t you?”

Your heart sunk for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. You began to awkwardly chuckled. “So what if I am?”

“Just be happy I thought of you. Fighting!” You heard Jungkook ass something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Don’t get pregnant.”

And cue the anger. The fiery red emotion that had been misplaced was suddenly awakened with just this one statement, and you lurched forward, attacking Jungkook. There was no sexual intent at all, no matter how many times you’d thought of him before. Your hand came down and swiped at his face, leaving a red swell on his cheek. You felt warmth trickle down your cheek. Angry tears.

“Who are you to tell me to not get pregnant, asshole?! Why are you so thick-headed?” You were losing your rationale. Jungkook had grabbed your wrists to prevent you from inflicting further pain on him, but he stared up at you in confusion. While he could have just as easily forced you off of him, he just lay there on the hard ground while angry fat drops of salt water leaked from your eyes. The rain had competition.

“What, you don’t like purple?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, trying to stand, but with Jungkook gripping your wrists as tight as he was, it wasn’t possible for you. You didn't give up, though. The silence was deafening, besides your occasional grunt as you tried to gain release.

Suddenly, darkness consumed the room.

“Power’s out,” Jungkook finally said after a moment. You didn’t say anything, just sat in Jungkook’s lap as he pointed out the obvious. Light only glared from his laptop, but the light was dim since it had gone into sleep mode. You felt the warmth disappear from you as Jungkook finally released you, and with the dim light, he moved to your fridge.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was croaky from crying. You probably looked like some madwoman, exploding like that. Anger was an emotion not too far away, but you were consumed by the feeling of exhaustion, a result of letting out your tears.

“I like eating ice cream in the dark.” Jungkook quickly turned the laptop in his direction in order to see the inside of the dark box, but lucky for him, all that was left was the pint of ice cream Jiyeon had brought home before. You desperately need to go on another trip to the store. When it wasn’t raining.

“Are you okay now?” Somehow he was able to find a spoon despite the darkness of the room and he came back and sat down next to you, and while you couldn’t exactly see him perfectly, his expression was it’s normal stoic one. You didn’t know if he could seem but you just nodded. Once. “So, I’m thick-headed? Care to explain.” You shook your head. He seemed to be able to tell what you were doing. “Want some ice cream?” You shook your head again. “Eat some ice cream. I hear girls like to eat ice cream when they cry.”

Your hands moved to wipe away dry tears but you took the pint away from him, using his spoon to scoop ice cream. “It’s cold,” you mumbled through the mouthful.

“Pretty sure that’s why people call it ice cream.” You shook your head, your lips twitching slightly. “This is pretty cool, huh?”

“What?” You handed Jungkook back the pint of ice cream. You’d much rather prefer a drink in your system.

“The power got knocked out because of the storm, so now we’re sitting on your kitchen floor eating ice cream and chatting while rain is pouring outside, and I think I’m loving this.” While you wanted to point out that it was him doing all the talking, you just peered at him. His laptop screen went completely dark, and you wondered if there had been light, would you have been able to see any emotion in his eyes.

You felt Jungkook’s arms encircle you.

“Is this... A hug?”

“Shut up.”

a/n: lol, sorry for the lack of smut, but there was really no place to put it. Well... maybe at the end. But I wanted to leave it till the next part. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE / MERRY CHRISTMAS (depending on where you live)!

I believe there will only be about two parts left and then you’ll have to say goodbye to this short series :’) 

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Selfish (m.)

Warning: Jungkook Smut

Word count: 4,116

Selfish. Jeon Jungkook had always been peculiarly selfish, despite him having a brother. You guess it was due to the fact that Jungkook had always been the younger one, though.

But besides selfish, Jeon Jungkook was also cocky.

“How long do you think it'll be before she comes over and asks if we're a couple?” You looked up from your bowl of jjajangmyeon to look at him. He fixed his hair to cover his forehead perfectly. You hated that he always wore it like that. But he always claimed that it brought along the ladies.

“What, Coconut Head?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scrunching his nose up slightly. He could be so cute sometimes--when he had his mouth shut. “Y/N, you never listen to me. I said, that girl going to come and ask if we're dating, so don't ruin my chance.”

“When have I ever?” As if on cue, the girl crosses the room from her booth to your little table. One of her friends had joined her--probably for backup.

Jungkook’s grin was wide, and he seemed ready to pounce. At 19 years old, he's probably already “had” a bunch of lovers, so much so that he could compete with Hugh Hefner. Of course, that's an exaggeration.

“Hi,” the girl started when Jungkook didn't say anything.

“Hey.”

You couldn't do anything except for your face with noodles and watch the exchange happen. But soon enough, even Jungkook stole that from you.

“You're not eating?”

“Yes, I am. I was letting her eat some.” Jungkook reached over and slid the bowl to his side of the tiny table and used the chopsticks to shovel the bean noodles into his own mouth. Both girls watched in awe, because somehow, even the way Jeon Jungkook ate was handsome in its own way. You could never understand. You really only saw him as your next door neighbor anyhow, if you could even call yourselves that since he was only your neighbor during the school breaks.

Now, you were both 19 and lived in the same apartment complex just for the sole purpose of college.

“Her?” The other girl, a bit taller than the interested one, gestured to you. You couldn't help but snort at her impolite action, but nevertheless, you didn't initiate anything.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Jeon Jungkook - 2. Y/N- 0.

“No, she's my friend. Don't mind her.” Jungkook stood abruptly and slipped a bill onto the table while shrugging on his jacket. You didn't stand. You'd learned before that this was his way of saying goodbye until the next week. “Did you want to talk? In private?”

“Uh, yes.” The girl let her hands run through her hair once before leading Jungkook to the front of the shop, leaving you to stare at the little note in disbelief. He’d left you to pay the bill. Again. Not that it was much of a deal since you would only pay for your meal, but you began to wonder what happened to all those IOUs.

You let out a breathy sigh and stood, taking out some money from your wallet and leaving it on the table. There was no need to finish your meal because Jungkook had already done it for you. You were grateful that you and Jungkook had only gone a small way away from the apartment complex, because as it turned out, he'd taken the car.

Your eyes followed the table the girl had come from. There were three other girls, including the backup one, and three boys. None of them looked too happy to be there. But it wasn't your business. You continued to walk towards the exit, but someone stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, uh, aren't you that guy's girlfriend?”

You looked up to see an orange haired boy, his smile bright and wide.

“Who?”

“You were just sitting with him.”

“That Coconut Head? Not my type,” You frowned.

“Oh. So then, what is your type?” His lips began to form a smirk and you couldn't help but giggle.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“I might be. Depends on…”

“On what?”

“Your type.” He began to lean against the doorway, but that didn't last too long.

“Move out of the way!! Aish, people are trying to come in!” A hostess glared at the both of you, making you aware of the small line of people gathering behind the Orange haired boy.

His face lit up with a blush and he sidestepped. You followed suit, raising an eyebrow.

“I...uh..”

“Not so confident anymore, huh?”

“That embarrassing,” he turned to catch an old man’s wink. He rubbed the back of his neck, causing his turtleneck to shift.

“How about we continue this later?” You held your hand out for his phone and he shoveled it out before placing it in your palm, but it didn't stop his confused expression.

“Continue what?”

You laughed and insert your phone number. “Talking about my type. Text me…”

“Hoseok.”

“Hoseok,” you smiled before waving goodbye and continuing back to the apartment.

A week later, you had gotten to know Hoseok pretty well. You and he texted a fairly good amount and even ended up calling each other some days. Jungkook would always ask who it was, but you never said anything.

You and Jungkook were currently sitting on the couch in your apartment, playing a game of some new co-op game Jungkook picked up. He was winning, which was no surprise, but it didn’t make you, the inexperienced gamer, feel any better. You were just about ready to give up. Jungkook could even sense you were about to throw a fit, and a smirk grew on his face. Before any damage could be done, however, you could hear the familiar marimba ringtone of an iPhone.

Jungkook was the first to move, and he patted the area beside him and in his pocket to feel for his phone, knowing it was probably some girl he’d recently met. But somehow, in the midst of confusion, your phone ended up pressed against his ear. Your eyebrows furrowed together, mirroring his own expression.

“Who is this?” Jungkook said, and you couldn’t tell whether he was asking you, or the person on the phone. You blinked once. Twice. Said nothing,

“Nice to meet you, man.” Jungkook stood up, his expression unreadable. He turned away from your curious glare and walked towards the small kitchen, continuing the conversation. When he finally did come back, a good ten minutes later, he was tossing a bottle of water in the air. “That’s your new honeybun?”

You cringed. “Don’t say that. And he isn’t. I met him when you ditched me at the noodle house.”

“I didn’t ditch you.” You rolled your eyes and faced the television, using the remote control to change the channel to something you preferred.

“He’s coming over, Y/N.”

“You invited him here?”

“Yeah; I have to see if he’s suitable enough for you.”

“What are you, my dad? My brother?”

“You have to have standards, babe. Come on, now.”

Your eyebrow twitched as the pet name escaped his lips, and you turned to him. “Babe?”

“I’ve never called you that before?” Jungkook acted as if this was normal. He had never called you that before; all his nicknames for you ranged from ‘bunny’ to ‘you’, so this exchange was especially a revelation.

“No.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything after that, but sat on the other side of the sofa and stared at the television, farther apart from you than before. He opened his bottle and began to drink from it, and you watched him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

The doorbell rang, and you were forced to go and answer it, assuming it was Hoseok. Sure enough, with a glance through the peephole, it was him. You opened the door, and he launched forward, engulfing you in a hug. You stumbled back because of the force, but before you could fall, he released you from the embrace and set you steady.

“Hey,” his grin was wide, and you instantly felt a little warmer. He was like a little ball of sunshine, always happy. Over the week, whenever you were sad, you could count on him to make you feel better.

“Hey, Hobi. I’m sorry I didn’t answer; we thought it was Coconut Head’s phone.” You always referred to Jungkook as Coconut Head around Hoseok, because that was all Hoseok ever remembered him as.

“It’s fine. He sounds like a good guy.”

“I’m a great guy,” Jungkook made an entrance, the water bottle in his hand nearly empty. He had put on his denim jacket.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, Sindy called.”

Typical Coconut Head, you thought.

“Are you going to her place, or is she coming here?”

“Her place. Why?” Jungkook finished his water and tossed the bottle into the small bin next to the door before beginning to fidget with the blue beanie on his head.

“I was going to come and cook dinner; do you still want me to?”

“If you want.” With that, Jungkook left through the open doorway. You began to wonder if something was up with your childhood friend, but Hoseok took your mind off that.

Jungkook hadn’t let you know whether he was coming back or not, but you figured he’d get hungry sooner or later, so you left the dinner on his dinner table. His apartment was still almost as bare as when he’d moved in, with only the bare necessities present. But besides that, he had left clothes all over the floor.

You thought about tidying up for him but decided against it. You wouldn’t want him picking up your clothes, and it made you blush at the thought of him picking something private up. Hoseok had left not too long after he had come but insisted on going out to eat tonight. Of course, that’s why you only cooked dinner for one.

You had two hours to get ready. You had always been the type to wait until the last minute to get ready, but Hoseok made it seem like going out to eat would be an experience to remember. In that case, you took the time to get ready, from choosing what to wear and testing hairstyles out. You even washed your hair and shaved, which was something you left for every other day, or the weekends.

Music played in the background as you finally began to assemble your outfit, your hair straight as a pin compared to its natural waves. The doorbell rang again, and you glanced at the time. It seemed he was 15 minutes early. Nevertheless, you gathered your things and stuffed them in your purse before rushing to meet Hoseok.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t Hoseok. Jungkook stood in front of you, his lip bruised and bleeding.

“What? Does Sindy have a lip biting kink?”

“No, that’s me.” Jungkook’s voice was a bit gruff, but you disregarded his actions. He pushed past you and fell on your sofa. “You’re going somewhere?”

“Yeah. So tell me about Sindy? You’re finally going sub?” You teased Jungkook, closing the door and making your way to him with your shoes in hand.

He ignored your question. “You don’t wear dresses.” His hand covered his eyes as he lied there, occasionally pulling his lip between his teeth and sucking the blood from it. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt warm.

“I do. Just not...often.” You slipped on your heels. “What’s up? Are you tired? Hungry?”

“Hungry.”

“I left your dinner at your place. Your favorite.”

“No.”

“What are you saying, Coconut Head?” You leaned over the sofa and looked at Jungkook up close. “You just said you were hungry.”

He removed his hand from his eyes and shifted, supporting his weight with his arms under him. It seemed like he was staring into your eyes, and he began to bit his own lip. He was nervous about something. “Don’t call me that,” he said quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/N…”

“What-?” Before you could say anything else, Jungkook’s hand reached up and caressed the back of your neck. His hand was warm, but not as warm as his lips. He had pulled you forward and was kissing you. You absentmindedly leaned into the kiss, his lips against your unmoving ones. At first, that was all it was. His tongue tentatively swiped across your lip, and your own lips parted slightly.

RING!

You jumped away from Jungkook and looked at the door, frightened. Hoseok was here. Jungkook had kissed you. You looked back at the boy and saw him stand up. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“I...I, uh, the door. Someone…”

He didn’t say anything in return. So you went to go and answer the door. Hoseok smiled, his hand playing with a few strands of his own hair.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N. Are you ready to go?” Your mind was fuzzy. Why was he here again? “Oh.” You followed Hoseok’s eyes to see Jungkook exit past him. He didn’t bother to say goodbye, and you didn’t have the heart to say anything either. But he should have said something, right? He kissed you.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Hoseok reached for your hand in his and squeezed once, leading you to his car as soon as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t mind, but your hand began to sweat. Could he feel it? Your clammy hands? Not only were you nervous, but Jungkook had made you angry. How could he just kiss you and leave with nothing to say? That coconut head ass, you thought.

Hoseok drove a sleek black car, and let it out that the destination was a new restaurant in the area. You’d never heard of it, but you were excited to do something new. The trip was a good length, and the wait to get seated was shorter. You were seated next to a window, and breadsticks were the centerpiece. Hoseok reached for one and smiled.

“Best part of the meal.”

He made you laugh, and some of your uneasiness fluttered away. You reached for your own and bit into it--a soft and delicious taste.

“It’s good,” you agreed.

“This is my friend’s restaurant. I tried to get him to let me have the place to ourselves, but he just looked at me like I was an idiot. Sometimes I wonder why he keeps me as a friend,” he laughed warm-heartedly, and you couldn’t help but join in. “You’ll see him. I was at least able to get him to come out. He’ll be like our personal waiter.”

“That is one thing I am not.” You found yourself looking at a tall, handsome man. “I know, I’m perfect,” he smirked. “Seokjin. But most people call me Jin. Nice to meet you…”

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, too.”

Jin nodded once before finally placing to menus on the table. “Order what you’d like. I’ll be back in a few.”

As Jin retreated, Hoseok leaned across the table with a hand cupping his mouth, “He’s not into customer service. That’s why he either cooks or sits behind a desk all day.” You laughed once more before picking up your menu and looking it over. Once you were happy with your decision, you put the menu down, only to come face to face with Hoseok who seemed to have been watching you.

“You’re ready to order?” You nod and his smile grows. He frantically waves his hand in the air, and you can see Jin emerging from the door that separates dining, his expression a dark grimace. At that moment, your phone dings with the notification of a text message.

JUNGKOOKIE: Come back.

“Everything alright?” You looked up to see Hoseok with concern evident on your face. Jin watched the exchange between you two, and you couldn’t help but excuse yourself under the scrutinizing glare of him. Maybe that was just because Hoseok was there, but you didn’t know for sure. You felt like he thought you were suspicious.

“I just have to use the bathroom.”

Once you made your escape, you opened the message and wrote a reply. His response was almost immediate.

JUNGKOOKIE: VERY IMPORTANT.

You asked what happened.

JUNGKOOKIE: BAD.

Worry seeped into your heart, and you knew you couldn’t just sit back and wait for good news to suddenly slip its way into your messages. You returned to the table with a frown, ready to apologize.

“I have to go, something came up. Can we do this again?”

Hoseok’s face fell at first, but he quickly covered it with a smile and began to cook some of the meat on the BBQ. “Yeah; maybe next time, Jin will let me have the whole place so we can actually have alone time.”

“Thank you, Hoseok. I’ll text you.” You smiled faintly before rushing out to hail a cab, forcing the driver to take the fastest route possible and to almost break the speeding limit. When you finally did make it back to the apartment complex, you went to your own and found nothing. So you rose to the next floor and found Jungkook’s door slightly opened. Fear engulfed you, but reason emanated within you. You opened the phone app on your phone and dialed 119, thumb poised to press the call button. But there was never a need for it.

“Took you long enough.”

You almost dialed the police, and your heart had jumped out of your mouth.

“How was your date?” Jungkook leaned against the counter of his kitchen, his hand holding the towel he had been using to dry his hair. You noticed his chest could be seen through the white shirt he wore and forced yourself to keep his eyes on him. More specifically his own eyes, but every other second your eyes would flicker to his lips with the constant reminder that he kissed you.

Anger bubbled in your chest once again. Without a word.

“So what happened, Jungkook? I thought there was an emergency or something. Your door was open.”

“It is an emergency.”

“Really, because it sure doesn’t look like one? You’re more of an ass than you were this morning.”

“I’m an ass?”

“Yes, you coconut head ass.”

Jungkook smirked, pushing himself off the counter and moving towards you. At least that’s what you thought, but he moved past you to close the ajar door, locking it. “You came.”

“Because you’re my friend.” Jungkook’s eyes snapped towards yours and you felt some kind of fear.

“Friend? Is that it?”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“That you’ve been in love with me for as long as I have been in love with you? How about that?” He ran his hands furiously through his hair, messing up his bowl cut.

“You don’t love me,” you scoffed. He couldn’t have. “You’ve been sleeping with so many girls, that you might as well take over the Playboy Mansion. Jungkook, what’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders, nostrils flaring. You could suddenly feel his efforts wasted on the gym as he gripped you, so hard that it could bruise. It would bruise.

“Because all you see me as is the boy you fucking grew up with.”

“Jungkook-”

“And then your new boyfriend came around and called you. It tore me.” He exhaled deeply. “I’m selfish, Y/N. I want you. I want to kiss you, I want you to be mine, I want to fuck you. Make love to you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jungkook interrupted you again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered quietly, and he leaned down to make you level with him. His lips pressed against yours softly but grew intense gradually, forcing you to mold into him and open your own mouth and welcome his tongue. He had eaten the dinner you’d made him.

Jungkook’s hands roamed your body and you didn’t stop him. You grew warm everywhere he touched, and wet down under. He seemed to think you were unresponsive to his kiss because his teeth tugged on your lip. Somehow, it awakened your desire, and you finally realized that Jungkook was the reason you never made much of an effort to meet other guys. When his hands finally moved to cup your butt, you wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your arms around his neck, pulling him into you.

“I…” Jungkook broke the kiss, his eyes fluttering open. You moved your own lips to his neck and sucked on the skin at the base of his neck. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned out, and you noticed he was moving. You felt yourself fall into the softness of his bed, and Jungkook came to top you. His legs were on either side of your waist, and he seemed to hesitate.

“Finish what you started, Jungkook,” you almost snapped, your hands moving to pull off his white tee. He took the initiative to pull off your clothes as well, and all you could do was wait until all that was left was your panties. He looked down at you, his gaze like fire.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Jungkook…” His response was only a small hum. “Fuck me.” Your hands moved to his sweatpants and you reached between you both to unleash the member inside his underwear. He was big, so big you wondered if he’d fit.

“Y/N…” He groaned once again, but he leaned onto you, lips pressing butterfly kisses along your neck. I would, but… aren’t you a virgin?” Your breathing stopped as you processed what he said.

“Jungkook, way to ruin the moment.” You flipped the both you around until you were on top, and you yanked his clothes down. Without much effort, you were able to pull your own panties off and grip his dick once again. “Condom?”

Jungkook reached into the nightstand beside him, forehead glistening with sweat, and produced a small square package between his fingers.

“You’re already exhausted, huh, Kookie?” You rolled the condom onto him and raised yourself. For a second, you were unsure as to what you should do but decided that hesitation wouldn’t make anything happen. You brought his tip to your entrance and eased into him, and when you didn’t move, Jungkook took it upon himself to jerk forward. More than the pain, you felt the pleasure when he moved back.

“Sorry,” he whispered painfully. “Sorry,” he repeated again, and again.

“Fuck me,” you grunted, feeling him thrust and thrust with his arms on your waist to hold you steady. He thrusts were sporadic and came at different paces. When he thought you were getting used to the pace, he flipped you over and quickened or slowed, torturing you with pleasure. He bit his own lip, watching you with some unknown emotion evident in his eyes. You felt your chest tighten, and you reached out. Your hands took hold of his shoulders, and you let out a moan.

Jungkook grunted, an abrupt sound that scared you. “Y/N… I’m close.”

“What?” Your mind was hazy.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Shut u-” Before you could feel anything, you felt warmer from down under and you felt pushed over the edge, triggering your own release. “Wow,” you moaned, your body shaking as he Jungkook pulled out. You lay still on the bed and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned to see Jungkook pull off the condom and tie it, a white substance gathering inside. He tossed the condom into the trash can before coming back to look at you. His hands gripped your thighs and he pushed you so that you leaned against the headboard.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not done with you,” he said huskily before his tongue flew out and he dipped his head. His nose bumped with your opening, as his tongue penetrated you once again. You thought about everything and nothing all at once, but the more prominent thought was, ‘wow’. A simple word. You gathered his hair in your fist and you tugged, wanting him to suck you out even more, and he slurped harder. You could feel another release, but before you could say anything, you felt yourself explode.

Jungkook moaned and slurped the substance, wiping his face clean. He smirked. “Beautiful, and you taste good.” You felt embarrassed and covered your face in agony, turning to the side with your body on display.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“What?”

“It’s my turn.”

“Shut up, Coconut Head.”

“What can I say, I’m selfish.”

So yeah, that happened...

[peachyvhope]

Ease of Mind (m.)

Summary: In the midst of chasing after Kim Seokjin and pretending to be his girlfriend, you find comfort in Jungkook being there for you.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin)

Genre: Fluff (so far...)

Word Count: 2,432

|02|

His hand caressed your cheek lovingly, staring down at you. You smiled up at him, trying not to be aware of the way he licked his lip in the middle of his sentence. As you tried to focus, the words he spoke flew through one ear and out the other.

“__?” At the sound of your name tumbling off the tip of his tongue, you hummed in response, feeling him tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “__, did you hear what I said?”

“Oh!” You snapped out of it. “Sorry, what did you say? I was thinking of what my mom would cook,” you mumbled sheepishly, pressing your hands against your cheeks in order to try and stop the blush from dusting across your cheeks. Seokjin chuckled and released his hold of you to ring the doorbell.

“I said that I’ll have to go back early tonight. I’ll tell you the details later.” He could have told you right then and there, but the fact of the matter was that your mother had been watching you and Seokjin interact since you’d gotten out of his car just minutes earlier.

“__! Welcome home! And Jin,” her voice got higher as she addressed him, throwing her arms up for a hug. Seokjin was much taller than her, almost bending at the knees to hug your mother. “Come, come; I’ve already started to place the dishes. I made your favorites, Seokjin-ah.”

Your mother was head over heels in love with the idea of Seokjin. But who were you kidding—so were you. Seokjin and you had announced your relationship to your mother just a month prior, but it didn’t seem like your mother was much surprised. It seemed everyone knew how deeply in love you were with your childhood best friend, all except him. And even now, you couldn’t really call this arrangement a relationship.

As you took a seat across from your brother, you began to recall how this whole situation came to be.

Your mother kept nagging and nagging. Not only that, but it seemed that everyone at work couldn’t let you forget. “I have never seen __ with a man. Do you know that? Not even the men on the sales floor approach her, and you know what kind of bastards they are.” Mina had been so boastful about the three flings she had a week. It didn’t bother you much, but when your boss brought it up, almost jokingly, it made you seem like a nun. “Don’t you want kids, ___? Don’t you want to experience love at your peak?” Of course, you did, but only one person could do. Unfortunately for you, Seokjin had been seeing someone. Seokjin and you had met when you were younger, a friend’s child of your mother, but you hadn’t talked much unless you counted running from each other and forcing him to play dolls with you. Your interest was piqued his first year of university while you yourself were in your junior year of high school; two years an age gap. Your mother had invited him over for dinner, and small talk wandered in the direction of you struggling with passing history and science. So apparently that was the solution here.

Seokjin became your tutor and you found out more and more about him, falling a little bit each day. As junior year came to a close, you learned the truth. Seokjin had been casually seeing someone—Namjoon.

“Oh, that’s unusual. Most people would name their daughters' something a bit more feminine.” That had been the first time you saw Jin blush, a rose color painting his cheeks and his ears reddening.

“Yeah that would be the case,” he let out a nervous chuckle, “If Namjoon was a girl. But… he isn’t.”

“Oh,” you said, your heart stung more than when he’d even mentioned his fling. “Oh. But you like him.”

“I… I do.” He shook his head before dropping it in his hands and then dragging his hands down his face in exasperation. “I think he might like me, too… but all we do is screw. What should I do?”

Well, I like you, you thought. What should I do? You shrugged off the devil on your shoulder and squatted before your year long crush.

“Who wouldn’t like you Seokjin, ask him out. Persistence is key. Things will work out.” But deep down you hoped they didn’t.

But they did. Seokjin grew the balls to officially ask him out two whole years later. Fast forward another two years and it seemed like they would never part ways. And you were happy to see Seokjin happy, it just pained you that you weren’t quite in his love-colored lenses. However, though you seemed to notice how deep in love the two were, that was only behind closed doors. Seokjin still hadn’t come out to anyone outside his mutual social circle nor his or your family. And as a mutual benefit, you and Seokjin were helping each other out.

“...And she knocked out, leaving me to watch the movie she picked out ALONE!” Seokjin caught your attention as he yelled out laughing, gaining a reaction from the rest of the table. His parents and your own were there, along with your brother, Kihyun.

Dinner dragged around, and when it was time to clear the plates, your mother requested your help in the kitchen. You stood, noticing Seokjin pull on his jacket.

“I have to go finish some paperwork at my office,” he explained to his own father. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow,” he closed the space between you to press a kiss against your cheek before whispering, “I have a date with Namjoon in the next hour. Wish me luck.”

You forced a smile as he straightened and waved goodbye as he retreated to his actual lover.

God knew how much you hated going to gay clubs.Or rather, you hated going to gay clubs with the Namjin couple. It felt awkward knowing you were the only person without thoughts to hook up with a stranger, and even more so when Namjoon was grinding up against Seokjin. You envied him on another level.

You thought about just drinking until your mind couldn’t decipher who wasn’t Seokjin but knew that tomorrow’s work schedule wouldn’t permit you to stay home and nurse a hangover. So you sat there, a finger circling the rim as you thought about what to do. After a few minutes, you finally decided you would just go home. Go home early and finish some work that would reduce the next day’s workload.

With that in mind, you shot a text to Seokjin and Namjoon so they wouldn’t worry—if they did start to wonder where you had gone in the first place—and slipped a bill on the table before placing your glass atop it. With that, you called yourself a taxi and made your way out of the club to find yourself on the curb waiting. Couple after couple stumbled out, but no one said anything to your lonely silhouette.

When the taxi finally pulled up beside you, you told him your address before sinking into silence. Different thoughts consumed you, a great number of them revolving around the idea of your very beloved Kim Seokjin. You thought about his plump lips, his chiseled jaw, the way he smiled.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“We have arrived. Here’s the price,” he pointed to the dashboard of the taxi, showing how much you’d have to pay for the ride. You frowned, torn from your thoughts as your shifted through your purse to pull out the money, thoughts eventually drifting to what you planned to—you’d left your work folder at Namjoon’s. You cursed yourself and withdrew your hand from the purse.

“Um, I’m sorry, but could we make another quick stop.” You bit your lip nervously, hating that you were forcing this man to do extra.

“As long as you’re paying me, it’s all right. It’s my job.” You were relieved he didn’t mind. The ride to Namjoon’s apartment was relatively short, and when you reached the parking lot, you reassured the taxi driver you’d be back right away, but he gave you a look that made you think he doubted you. So in return, you paid him the expenses for the ride so far before telling him you’d be back as soon as possible, to which he nodded as he shoved the money into his console.

Namjoon lived on the third floor of his apartment complex, sharing his place with a friend, or so you’d heard from Seokjin. You’d met him an entirety of three times, for when he just happened to meet up with the couple and you’d refused the invitation before of work. Upon arriving on the destined floor, you found the door to Namjoon’s home and rapped your knuckle against it three times. You waited before trying again, and when you were sure no one would be there to open the door, you moved the potted plant from off the welcome mat and lifted to find the key decorated to somewhat blend in with the floor’s hardwood paneling.

The key twisted in the lock, producing a click and allowing you to push the door open. The lights were out and you nodded to yourself silently before walking over to the living area, finding the work folder nowhere in sight.

“I was sure I left it here,” you muttered to yourself before pressing a finger to your temple and thinking.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasped and turned to find a figure leaning against the door’s frame. One hand seemed to be hidden behind your back and you raised your hands to show you were no threat.

“Uh, Jungkook? Is that you?” Your voice was shaky. You were a little scared, that you could admit, but you were mostly shocked you’d been caught.

“Who are you?”

“I’m __, Seokjin’s friend. I, uh, I left something here earlier so I told Namjoon I’d pick it up before going home.” Only you hadn’t told Namjoon, but you were sure that it wasn’t of any importance. What mattered was that you weren’t a burglar or anything, and you hoped Jungkook would release that defensive stance of his, leaning forward and holding his hand behind his back as if he had a weapon to use against you.

“__, huh? We met once, right?”

“Uh,” you hesitated. “Yeah. A few times actually.”

Jungkook nodded in the dark before stepping forward, the sound of his footsteps eerily loud in the quiet room. “What are you looking for?”

He finally presented himself to you, seemingly comfortable with your presence as he flicked on the lights. When he turned, you saw the outline of a rolled paper in his back pocket, probably what he had been grasping behind his back. “Hello?”

“Huh,” you looked up to meet his gaze.

“What did you leave?”

“Oh, um, my work folder. It’s navy blue, about this big,” you indicated by leaving an inch of space between your index finger and thumb.

“I picked that up earlier; thought it was Hyung's,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he thought about where exactly he put it. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gave you another quick glance before disappearing from view in what was Namjoon’s room, coming back a few minutes later with the exact folder you had described.

“Thank you,” you bowed a bit in appreciation before walking towards the door, almost forgetting you still had the key. “Sorry, I used this to get in. Tell Namjoon thanks as well.”

“__.” His voice was low, and you probably wouldn’t have heard him if not for the otherwise silence of the room.

“Yes?”

“I’ll walk you out,” he shook his head, hair flopping ever so slightly with the vigorous movement. He led the way down to the elevator and pressed the button to descend, waiting in silence for all of three minutes. You only noticed the time because you were constantly checking how long you’d be able to manage without sleep in order to make it to work in time for the next morning.

“Did you drive here?”

“No, I called a taxi. I asked them to wait.”

“Was it expensive?” It seemed he was trying to keep small talk for the sake of avoiding awkwardness, but the awkward tension was all you could breathe as he asked question after question.

“Not really, but I did end up asking him to drive me here after we’d already arrived at my house. When we stopped here,” you began to ramble a bit, rushing your words, “The guy looked at me like I was going to run and pay. I wouldn’t put it past him to run after me.” You tried to laugh, add a humorous glint to your words, but it came out as more of a cough.

“He probably wouldn’t.” Jungkook shrugged and grabbed at the strings of his hoodie.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor with a ding and you stepped out, ready to thank him for following you out, but he had gotten out, too.

“What,” he asked when your gaze lingered just a second too long. “I said I’d walk you out, didn’t I?”

“I, uh—yeah.” You flicked your hair over your shoulder and led the way outside, past the glass doors of the apartment complex and towards the yellow taxi, the driver sitting in patience as he scrolled through an app on his phone.

“I’ll see you around, __.”

You nodded and gave him your thanks before slipping into the driver, expressing gratitude for not driving off without you.

“Oh, driver!” Jungkook rushed to the driver’s door, resting a hand on it. “I’m sure this will cover the ride?” Jungkook produced a large bill and gave a huge smile.

“No, I can pay myself,” you straightened in your seat as you realized what was happening. A half-smile, half-smirk played on his lips as if he knew something you didn’t, and you furrowed your eyebrows together. The first time you actually spoke to the guy and he was paying for your taxi ride.

“I know you can, __. But this gives us more of a reason to meet again; treat me to breakfast sometime.”

“I--”

“I’ll call you,” and he stalked off with nothing more than a wink and a wave, not sparing another glance even as you called after him.

“Generous guy,” the driver commented, igniting the engine starting the journey back to your own home.