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Over The Odds | Do Your Worst

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, love triangle, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

warnings: swearing, sexual teasing, dirty talk, jk & oc make a sex tape, oral (f receiving), bratty oc, dom!jk, spanking, rough sex, angst

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“Fuck,” Jungkook growls against your lips, his inked hands hungrily roaming your curves as he figures out how rid your body of the red bikini standing in his way. When he finds the string he’s looking for he tugs it hard and your tits bounce freely against his bare wet chest, a soft moan escapes you at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He’s throwing your top behind him somewhere on the wooden floor when he pulls away from you, eyes fixed to yours with a devilish smile, “Remind me to take you away more often, you look so fucking good in a bikini.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant, gripping the nape of his neck so you can pull him impossibly closer and smash his lips against yours in a series of desperate messy kisses. By this point his hands and mouth are all over your body, groping, kissing, caressing, licking, tickling, biting – he’s craving every form of contact with you as he walks you backwards towards the Queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Bora Bora is a beautiful place, in fact it’s more than just a place it’s actual an paradise, a real heaven on earth. Tonight is your last night here after spending the week in a gorgeous hut built slightly above the water, only a two minute walk from the beach. Jungkook had finally sealed the deal of the millennium at work and so this was his way of celebrating – an all inclusive holiday with his sugar baby, which meant three things had pretty much ruled your entire time here: sun, sand, and lots of sex. Of course there was the occasional excursion like swimming with dolphins, snorkelling, late-night jet ski rides on the ocean, romantic afternoons on a private rented boat, Jungkook even went cage diving with sharks yesterday but you refused to get off the boat and join him. Much to his amusement.

“Jungkook...” You moan.

“So fucking needy, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He pushes you on the bed, eyes dark and blown out with desire as he watches you get comfortable, slowly spreading your legs in anticipation, giving him the perfect view of your barely clothed core. “We fucked in the shower this morning, and on that boat this afternoon.” He smirks at the memory, as do you.

“Please, I want you so bad.” You pout, feigning your best whiny little brat voice because you know exactly what it does to him.

He falls onto the bed in the space you’ve created for him between your legs, catching his weight above you on his strong tattooed arms, “Is that so?” He looks so fucking good, his hair is still damp from the late night swim you’d had and tiny water beads glisten all over his toned, muscular body.

Nodding in agreement you quietly say, “I want you to fuck me until I’m bruised, til I can’t walk, til I’m begging you to stop.” Though your tone oozes seduction, you’re looking up at him through long sultry eyelashes with an innocent expression. You’re almost certain you see the exact moment something inside him snaps, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he processes your words, mouth agape, completely focussed on you.

Finally he chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your jaw, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done Y/N.”

“Oh I do.” A light moan escapes you, the feeling of his mouth trailing lewd kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then to the valley between your breasts feels too fucking good. “That’s why I said it.” The smugness in your voice dies at the back of your throat as soon as his tongue finds your nipple, smoothing out his wet muscle over it painfully slow, repeatedly, until you’re throwing your head into the pillows while you repeatedly whisper his name.

“Always have a witty remark waiting for me,” He murmurs against your skin, lips tugged up to a playful smile, “Such a brat.”

“Touch me Jungkook… Please.” You whimper, buckling your hips up for any kind of contact, your damp bodies rapidly drying due to the new found heat that surges within you, fuelled by lust. A wicked idea springs to mind that has you suppress a small giggle, “Or should I say, touch me daddy.”

“No daddy tonight, just me and you baby.” He’s quick to dismiss you with a tone that’s serious yet light, his pet name for you makes you weak at the knees and only more desperate for more of him. Fuck, this was the best trip you’d ever had. “Just me and you Y/N.” He whispers.

The sound of your name being breathed against your skin sends a hot shiver down your spine, heat rushes through your body and you decide to take matter into your own hands, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head up to face you, “Jungkook…” You whine shamelessly, he’s grinning now, “Please fuck me now, I want you so bad.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest, his eyes hooded and fixated on your face, “So impatient, I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“You say that every night.”

“And one of these days you’re actually gonna let me do exactly what I want to you, without being a brat about it.”

That gets your attention, as much as you hate to admit it he does have a point – you did have a knack for speeding up the series of events in the bedroom, you’re impatient, you want him and you don’t see the point in waiting for it when you both know that’s how it’s going to end anyway. It’s been two months since you’d first fucked Jungkook and finally curiosity gets the better of you, perhaps it’s the romantic beach hut clouding your judgement but you’re nodding slowly with dark, sinful eyes.

“Fine, take your time.” You plant a soft open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, your forehead pressed against his, “Do your worst.”

“Oh Y/N…” Jungkook breathes out with a bright smile that lights up the room, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that you’re completely naked, wrists bound to the headboard, on complete display for him and him only. His hands ghost the bend of your waist, tracing down to your hips until for seemingly no reason at all he stands from the bed and saunters to his suitcase,

“You can always say no,” He begins nervously, “If you’re not comfortable with any of this you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” You’re confused, trying to figure out what he’s gathering from his bag but he’s too far away for you to work it out. “What’s that?”

He holds up a silver video camera with a nervous expression, “Remember you don’t have to say yes, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Oh. Heat pools your core at the idea of being filmed like this, knowing that he’ll watch back the footage and touch himself while remembering what this night felt like. You swallow, maybe it’s not a good idea to do this because of how well-known he is, but as you watch his cock harden beneath his swim shorts at the mere sight of you, the irrational side of your brain takes over and does the talking for you. This is fucking hot.

“Do you want to film us so you can watch it back and touch yourself?” You tease, unable to hide the smug smirk tugging your lips. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Behave.” He chuckles to himself, standing at the foot of the bed, “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You bite your lip.

“It’s for my personal…viewing, and yours too. This is for us and nobody else, okay?” He props the camera up on a nearby set of drawers that will capture the whole bed and surrounding area on film. “I promise.”

Your chest swells at the way he’s looking at you, silently asking permission once more until you nod. “I trust you.” You breathe, and he finally presses record before making his way back over to your naked frame, tied up and turned on, more than ready for him.

It’s just sex, you remind yourself as he slowly crawls over you and presses his lips to yours in the most mind-blowing feverish yet soft kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue moves against yours with such passion your head starts to spin, the noise of the ocean waves fades to nothing and you forget all about the video camera. A muffled moan betrays you when he rolls his hips against your throbbing core which earns him to smile against your lips, fuck, it’s just sex you tell yourself again and again and again in your own personal mantra until the words don’t sound real anymore.

Sitting back on his knees Jungkook carefully holds your foot, bringing it to his face as he gently kisses the inside of your ankle, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he slowly makes his way up to your knee with sweet small kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

The tender kisses gradually get higher and higher until he’s reached your inner thigh, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he sinks down to where you craved him most. Usually sex with him is hot and heavy, or steamy and sensual but the dynamic between you both had never felt this emotional before – the atmosphere feels thick with untold truths as he takes his time, his breath is hot against your core but he still doesn’t dig right in like he usually does, he’s peppering your folds with dainty kisses and you’re dying from the anticipation.

“Jungkook…” You whisper, gaze stuck to the sight of his big brown doe-eyes peering up at you from between your legs, a sight that would be burned into your memory forever. The energy in the room is different this time, as is the look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispers back and you flinch from the heat of his breath.

“Always.” The fainted smile ghosts your lips.

“Always.” He repeats, everything about this moment feels intimate and you have to look away from him and remind yourself once more – it’s just sex, it’s not real, it’s a business arrangement, it’s just sex, none of these feelings you’re feeling are real.

All of a sudden his tongue is gingerly licking your aching clit, you gasp from your own sensitivity and look down at him once again, he’s still gazing at your face all while softly swirling his tongue against you. It’s slow, it’s sensual and it’s everything you didn’t realise you wanted until this very moment. He’s solely focussed on your pleasure, watching your body writhe because of him, the sound of your wetness against his mouth fills the air, along with your ragged breathing and soft moans.

“Perfect.” He mumbles against your skin, this feels so personal that you begin to feel overwhelmed, butterflies gnaw your stomach along with your upcoming orgasm. It’s one particularly harsh suck from his part that stops you from getting into your own head, your eyes roll back into your skull as a loud moan falls from your lips.

“Does that feel good Y/N?” He envelops the sensitive bundle of nerves in his hot mouth, continuing to suck and lap up your pussy, keeping the pace relaxed. It feels as though your body is on fire, you feel heavy and full of tension that threatens to be released already.

“So-, so good.” You throw your head back, your hands are bound by a black leather belt looped through the headboard, you struggle against it as you continue to writhe around on the bed in sync with the way he’s pressing his tongue against you, swirling it over nub over and over until you’re a moaning mess. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down to his face.

Thankfully Jungkook senses you’re close and deepens his ministrations into something fuelled entirely by desire and the need to get you off – he doesn’t speed up but he sucks harder, his tongue presses against you harder, his face is buried between your legs but he pushes himself even closer, his nose, his chin, his mouth everything bears down on you harder as a white hot release comes crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, “I’m gonna-“ Your toes curl against the cool bed sheets as you come all over his face with a guttural moan, your clit is throbbing between his lips and you’re seeing stars in a complete state of euphoria. Your slick coats his chin and the tops of your thighs, it’s trickling down to the bedsheets as you ride out your high. “Jungkook, ah-“ You hiss, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He releases you from his mouth with a loud pop and gets to work removing his swim shorts.

“See?” He chuckles as his cock springs free, he’s so hard that you fear it’s painful to him, he strokes himself twice as he clambers on top of you and sinks his mouth to your breasts, “Sometimes taking your time isn’t such a bad thing, you sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes with a playful expression, the tension in the room is familiar now – you can tell by the way he’s desperately biting and licking and kissing your tits that he wants you bad. Only lust radiates from his muscular frame now, you’re both hopelessly addicted to each other and can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”

“What did I say about you not being a brat tonight?” He reminds you with breathy laughter against your collarbone, you can feel that his smile is so wide that your heart hammers against your chest. Before you have the chance to respond his mouth smashes against yours in a lewd messy kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. “Behave yourself for once, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh really?” You giggle against his lips.

“Y/N.” He warns, gripping your jaw with one hand as he holds his entire weight on the other.

“Yes Jungkookie?” You whisper mockingly and he pulls back to look at you with dark hooded eyes, blown out with something indescribable. He pops the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows raised as though he’s irritated. You suppress another giggle, he’s far too easy to wind up and you love it.

“Fine.” He says between gritted teeth in a half-smile, “You told me to do my worst?” He laughs humourlessly, his expression is serious though there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you feel safe, “I’ll show you my fucking worst.”

In one swift movement you’re released from the headboard though your hands are still bound by the belt, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach and dragged your ass high in the air until you’re forced to rest your weight on your knees and elbows. You can feel his presence behind you, his breath is heavy as you’ve finally managed to wear him down.

“If you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

You’re still so wet from your orgasm and this new assertiveness in your fake boyfriend only excites you more, you’re dripping with arousal desperate for him to touch you.

“I will.” You glance over your shoulder and smirk to suppress a moan at the mere sight of him. He looks dangerous, he’s looking at you so hungrily that for a moment you forget how to breathe. His damp hair is pressed to his forehead, veins threaten to burst all over his huge body and your arousal still glistens against his chin. A growl rattles in Jungkook’s chest as palms the flesh of your ass cheeks with both hands, hard enough to bruise as he takes his time kneading the muscles.

“You, drive me fucking insane.” He spits, bringing his hand down to your right ass cheek in an almighty slap that fills the otherwise quiet beach hut.

“Oh.” You hiss, the cocktail of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, there’s no denying it stings and that you’ll be sore tomorrow but you like it. “You call this a punishment? Doesn’t seem so bad to me…”

“There you go again with your witty remarks, when will you learn to behave hmm?” His hand strikes you in the same spot again, only this time it’s harder, so hard that tears begin to cloud your vision. But it feels so good, so sinfully good.

“I always behave.” You whimper, face sinking into the silk pillows.

“Is that so?” He scoffs from behind, “Because I happen to know first hand you don’t.” Another painful slap comes down on your ass, this time he moulds your cheek afterwards to dilute the sting.

“Jungkook…” You moan shamelessly, face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, you’re gonna look so pretty with my cock stuffed inside you.” He cracks down on you again and this time your body jumps involuntarily, you know sitting down tomorrow is going to be impossible but you can’t find it in you to care about that right now, solely concentrated on how good this feels. “Is that what you want Y/N? My cock buried inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes.” You push your ass back to his crotch, groaning when his hard shaft presses against your sopping folds. “Yes please.”

“So fucking needy. It’s about time you learned your lesson.” He growls as he grabs his manhood, shoving the entire thing deep into your walls without warning.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth falls open with your cries, he’s huge but you’re so wet that he slides into you effortlessly, until the crown of his cock smacks against your cervix.

“Fuck!” He grips your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, maybe even hard enough to break your bones, and pulls them back to meet his body, burying himself impossibly deeper into your heat. “You take my cock so well Y/N, like you were fucking made for it.”

Any witty retorts or brattish comments you had in mind die the second he starts moving, repeatedly slamming himself into you so deep that you can feel him in the depths of your stomach with each and every thrust.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” His voice is hoarse between low grunts, “Is this what you had in mind baby?” There’s no need to ask him to fuck you harder, this is the hardest he’s ever fucked you and you’re completely obsessed with the way your body aches because of him.

“Yes.” Your eyes are squeezed shut against the bed, having no choice but to stay there and take your punishment. Fuck, he’s pounding you so hard that the sound of his skin slapping against your ass is so loud it’s deafening. He’s ramming you into the mattress, the grip on your hips never faltering not even for a moment.

“Do I feel good inside you? Hm?” The tone in his voice screams power, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you as you borderline sob beneath him. When you fail to answer him his right hand flies to your scalp, dragging your limp body all the way up until your back is moulded against his rock-hard abs.

“I said,” His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, he groans at the new angle, as do you, “Do I feel good inside you?”

Your head is spinning, everything about what he’s doing to you is so hot. His hand remains in your hair, holding your body in position as he’s hitting a certain sweet spot between your walls that has your stomach flipping and tightening as your body prepares for another orgasm, “Y-yes.” You offer a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking tight, mmmph.” His left arm snakes round your waist and his hand desperately kneads your breast, holding onto it for dear life as he picks up the pace. “Feels amazing.” He pants, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Jungkook-“ Your hands are bound in front of you, back flush against his body, head resting in his hand. The familiar heat washes over your body with each snap of his hips, growing more and more noticeable and soon it’s all you can think about. “You’re amazing.” You bite your lip, and he retaliates by sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck.

Completely under Jeon Jungkook’s spell your moans get louder, loud enough for the other people at the resort to hear, as were the smacks of his body hitting yours from behind, but you don’t fucking care, instead you’re concentrating on how extraordinary this night with him feels. It’s not long before your second high finally ignites your body and you come around his cock.

“Oh my god.” You cry, chest heaving up and down as your body convulses in his hold. Your second orgasm gives Jungkook a new sensation that has him losing his mind, you feel tighter, warmer, you’re so wet that he’s slipping in and out you as your juices spill from your body onto his.

“Holy shit.” He groans, biting down on your earlobe to suppress a string of profanities. “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

“Come inside me, please come inside me.” Are the words you manage to choke out between his forceful plunges deep in your pussy. You’re so sensitive and sore that you twitch with each of his movements, you feel small and weak against his frame when he reaches an all new speed. The sloppy sounds of you being railed by none other than your sugar daddy only spur him on even more, until finally after what feels like an eternity –

“Fuck, Y/N baby-, Y/N... Y/N…“ His movements slow to a gradual stop, his breath is hot against your skin as he tries to calm himself down, you can feel how hard his heart is beating when his body stills. He wraps his inked arms round your frame and releases you from the hold of his belt, your wrists ache as does your entire body but you’re too fucked out to really notice, you collapse on the bed as soon as he lets go of you.

“Are you okay?” There’s a hint of humour in his tone as he settles beside you, carefully tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You pant with a content smile, turning your face to plant a soft kiss to the palm of his hand, “Feel like I should be the one paying you though, the sex is getting better and better each time. I need to start tipping you or something.” To this he gives a tired smile back, eyes scanning your face carefully before he clears his throat.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He whispers, shuffling closer, until you’re sharing the same pillow.

“Mm?” You’re in a daze, utterly lost in his almond eyes, he’s so handsome that it feels as though your heart could burst at any given moment.

“It’s about the contract.” His voice is husky, he’s gently stroking your cheek with his thumb and there’s no doubt that he notices you tense at his words.

“What about it?” You’re frowning, confused, nervous.

“The thing is,” Jungkook exhales as though he’s mentally preparing for something big to unfold. “I know that I said—”

The sound of the video camera running out of battery cuts him off, up until now you’d completely forgotten that it was recording. Heat rises to your cheeks as you glance in the direction the noise came from, the video that it just captured would’ve caught everything – how desperate you were for him to touch you, how he ate you out so sensually that you unravelled all over his face, the way he spanked and fucked you so hard that your body feels bruised. You’re embarrassed now, he’s the only man that’s ever made you feel like that, the only man you’ve ever completely lost yourself with. And now it’s on film.

“Look at that for timing.” You chuckle, fighting the urge to cringe thinking about how you must look on the footage. Jungkook stands and grabs the camera from the set of drawers, closing the view finder before carefully placing it back inside his suitcase ready for your long haul flight back home tomorrow.

“Anyway,” He starts again, but you decide you don’t want to have this conversation right now and pretend to be asleep when he gets back into bed. He knows you’ve caught feelings for him and wants to end the agreement, he knows the truth about how you feel. You can’t deal with that right now, you feel sick at the thought of losing him and so your eyes close on their own.

Selfishly you don’t want tonight to be ruined, it’s your last night in Bora Bora and up until this moment you were more than happy to be in his company, as you always are these days. Tonight isn’t the night to end things, and so you’ll fall asleep in his arms just like you’d planned to all day – you’ll deal with this when you get home.

“Y/N?” He whispers, covering your limp body with the sheets that somehow winded up on the floor. “Ah you’re asleep, nevermind,” He sighs and you hear him ruffle his hair before he gently places his arm round your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck, “Probably best I don’t tell you anyway.”

--

“How was your trip?!” Jimin’s voice is loud and somewhat overbearing, he’s stood outside your apartment building the second Yoongi dropped you and your bags off. As you’d expected. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t mention the contract again on your journey home and so you remained blissfully ignorant to the fact he probably wants to end things. The journey wasn’t awkward though, you fucked on his private jet and officially became a member of the mile high club.

Pulling your best friend in for a hug you grin brightly, “Amazing, so amazing.” You gush.

Jimin helps you with your bags and demands to know evert detail of your week away, to which you oblige and tell him everything you got up to – leaving some of the more personal parts out of course. You’re both sitting on your sofa talking about how you were too scared to cage dive with sharks when your phone buzzes in your hoodie, actually Jungkook’s hoodie pocket:

Jungkook: Thank you for an amazing week Y/N

You smile, though guilt gnaws your insides as you lock the device and choose not to respond, it’s selfish but you don’t want to start a conversation with him just in case he finds a way to mention whatever he wanted to say last night. You like having him in your life, and you plan to keep it that way for as long as you can – so you decide maybe a little bit of space is what’s needed, just enough for him to forget about the fact you have feelings for him.

“Saw Namjoon on Saturday.” Jimin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look to him with a surprised brow and ignore how the mention of his name brings you straight back to the despair you felt the day he ended your relationship.

“Oh, how was that?” You try to act indifferent. Annoyingly while you were dating Namjoon and Jimin were really good friends, they got along well and even your best friend was disappointed when Namjoon left the country. Of course, he took your side in absolutely everything even when you’re in the wrong, because that’s what a best friend does, so he too had spent a few months cursing his name every time you cried on his shoulder.

“Fine actually,” Jimin gives an apologetic smile, knowing that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, shoving his hands into his grey sweatpants, “He asked about you though. Like a lot.”

“Oh.” You sigh, not knowing whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “What did he wanna know?”

“Well you didn’t hear it from me but he’s not keen on Jungkook.”

“What?” You’re frowning, they’d only crossed paths once and it was only very briefly at the hospital when your dad took ill. Thankfully he’s recovering well from his chest infection at home, under the watchful eye of your mother.

Jimin pauses, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Jimin don’t do that, what the hell has he got against Jungkook?” The defensiveness in your voice surprises both you and Jimin, realistically things with Jungkook are going to end any day now and he was never really your boyfriend, yet you’re still offended that your ex doesn’t like him.

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he nods, “Okay, here it is…” He watches your reaction carefully, “He said when he saw you again… That it was hard for him.”

“Hard for him?!” You scoff, your eyes animatedly wide, “Hard for him?! He broke my heart Jimin, you remember right? The months I spent crying over him, the nights you slept in my bed with me because I was terrified of being alone with my own thoughts… He fucking broke me.” There’s a quiver in your words that still hurts even now, “So what he doesn’t like Jungkook because I’m happier with him than I was before he left?” And there it is, the confession of a lifetime. You are happier with Jungkook, be it real or otherwise he makes you feel... complete.

“One sec.” You hold a single digit in the air, full of adrenaline and realisation as you reach for your phone. You read the message from Jungkook again and again, you toy with the idea of replying before deciding it’s a conversation you’d better have in person. “Go on.” You lock the device, throwing it haphazardly onto the sofa cushion.

“He told me that still loves you Y/N.” Jimin looks guilty as the words slip from his mouth, “He only broke up with you because he couldn’t expect you to go to Korea with him and put your own studies on hold.”

“I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat and he knew that.” At the time you were madly in love with him, you thought he was yours forever and he knew that, “So what’s his problem with Jungkook?” Even you can hear the venom oozing from your tone.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “He… He doesn’t buy it. Apparently he knows someone that had some kind of agreement with Jungkook, and he thinks that’s what’s going on between you two.”

Oh. That’s not what you expected at all. Namjoon knows the truth about your arrangement with Jungkook. Guilt, shame and sadness washes over you, so much so that there’s a lump forming in your throat that’s difficult to keep down.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything,” Jimin throws a comforting arm round your shoulder, sensing your change in demeanour, “Me and Tae threw him off the scent pretty quick, but he thinks that he’s not right for you. He’s a billionaire playboy Y/N, Joon just… Doesn’t see it working out.”

And he’s right, there’s no way that things will work out with Jungkook the second he finds out you have feelings for him – he doesn’t date, you signed a contract making you explicitly aware of that. Namjoon has always been a smart guy, of course he figured it out.

“Are you happy? Doing what you’re doing with Jungkook?” Jimin’s question catches you off guard.

“Yeah,” You admit with a small nod, “But Jimin I… I have feelings for him. And I think he knows.”

Your best friend doesn’t seem surprised by your confession, though his profile does look vaguely disappointed. “Have you told him?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Life has a particularly funny way of fucking you over. One hand there’s Jungkook, the man you weren’t supposed to fall for – perfect in every way except for the fact he’s unwilling to commit to you. And on the other hand there’s Namjoon, the man who broke your heart, finally admitting to your best friend that he wants to commit to you. It’s all overwhelming to you.

“Y/N…” Jimin wraps his short arms round your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, “You need to tell him.”

“I know.”

“You should probably speak to Namjoon too.”

“I know.”

And so with his persuasion you muster up the courage to send one simple text message that has the power to change everything:

Y/N: Are you free on Saturday? I think we need to talk

x

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