Castaway
When your charter plane crashes on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, you’re the only survivor. Well, you and the most irritating man in the known universe.
Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader
Genre: Desert island AU, smut, mild angst
Rating: 18+
Word count: 8.3k
Warnings: Sex on a desert island, explicit sex, swearing, airplane crash
You don’t want to be that person, but you’re going to have to be. You lean over the counter at the ticketing desk in the airport and smile brightly.
‘I really hope you can help me, because I’m Bang Si-hyuk’s personal assistant, and he wants me in Seoul today.’
The perfectly groomed, supremely bored-looking woman behind the counter is unmoved, not even bothering to return your smile.
‘I’m sorry, madam, I really can’t help you.’
You turn away from the counter, trying to work down your frustration. Your job doesn’t necessarily rely on this, but if you don’t make this flight, you can kiss your future as a rising star at the company goodbye.
As you’re considering your alternatives, you see a man dressed in a baggy black tracksuit approach the desk.
He’s got a bucket hat pulled so low over his face all you can see is pink lips and the glint of a lip ring.
You wait for Ms Ice Queen behind the desk to send him packing.
To your disgust, she doesn’t, tilting her head to one side and giving him a coy smile.
No fucking way.
You march over to the desk just as she starts typing into her desktop.
‘Is there a space on this flight now?’ you ask, calm, syrupy sweet. ‘Because when I asked a minute ago there wasn’t.’
Tracksuit man tips his head back so he can see you better.
‘If you took that hat off you wouldn’t have to strain your neck to see around you,’ you say.
Are you being a sour bitch?
Maybe. It’s been a long fucking day.
His lips curve, and he pulls his hat off.
Damn. From the neck up, he’s kind of….
Attractive.
Fucking hot.
Gorgeous.
You gather the last of your wits and turn away from him resolutely.
Ice Queen looks at you. ‘I was just telling Mr Jeon here that there’s a small charter plane that flies into Incheon, leaving tonight. The capacity is very limited, though.’
You and ‘Mr Jeon’ exchange a look.
‘I’m sure they can find room for the both of us,’ he says, slimy as fresh frogspawn.
He tries to sling an arm over your shoulder, and you get a whiff of his aftershave as he moves closer.
Fresh, like newly laundered clothes.
‘I hope there’s plenty of room,’ you say, giving him a quelling look as you take a big step away. ‘Lead the way.’
***
The charter plane has two seats left, and your seat is next to your new acquaintance, but you’re so relieved you almost don’t care.
You bury your nose in your phone as the flight takes off.
Mr Jeon nudges you. ‘Want a snack?’
You glance at his rustling bag of popcorn.
‘No thank you,’ you reply politely.
The seats on this charter plane are pretty close together, and he’s pretty big.
Muscly.
His forearms flex as he tosses popcorn in his mouth.
The border of what looks like a tattoo sleeve peeks out from the sleeve of his jacket, and you remind yourself not to stare.
He leans closer as he looks out the window, and you press your back against the seat as his shoulders take up practically half your airspace.
This close, you can see the curl of his hair against the nape of his neck.
And god, why does he smell so good?
‘You’re in my space,’ you say faintly. Unconvincingly.
‘Sorry,’ he says cheerfully. Equally unconvincingly.
There’s a jolt of turbulence, and your stomach rolls.
Your hand clenches around the metal buckle of your seatbelt as there’s a prolonged run of rattling and shuddering.
Mr Jeon’s looking at you. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he says.
‘Fine,’ you echo.
The pilot’s voice comes on over the loudspeaker, but instead of the reassuring ‘buckle your seatbelts, we’ve reached a patch of turbulence,’ he sounds stone cold serious.
‘There’s been an engine failure, and as a precaution, I’d like everyone to get their life jackets on. I’ll do my best to land us somewhere safe.’
Your stomach flips, and you realise you’re clutching Mr Jeon’s arm.
‘Hey, what’s your name?’ he asks.
You tell him.
‘My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I’m from Busan. I have a brother and three dogs.’
He looks you right in the eyes as he tells you this information, speaking quietly but clearly.
You’ve already got an inkling why before he says, ‘just in case.’
You try to commit it all to memory as you pull your life jacket on, buckling it into place. Jungkook helps you tighten the straps before slipping his own on over his head.
The pilot says, grave and terrifying, ‘brace for impact.’
As you tuck your head against your knees you feel an arm curling around your back. Jungkook’s lifted the armrest between you and is holding you, tight against him.
His eyes meet yours as the plane begins to plummet, and you hear the beginning of thunderous impact before thankfully, everything fades to black.
***
You come to in stages, extending periods of lucidity.
First, the blinding sun, too much and too present when you can’t feel any of your limbs.
Then the smell of the sea, the sound of waves and screeching gulls.
Then the awareness of your body. That your hands can move. You lift a hand in front of your face. It’s blurry but it’s there. Responding to your will.
Your torso is twisted. You shift your hips and your legs move.
Then you remember the plane, and a surge of adrenaline sends you upright.
Fuck your neck hurts but you aren’t going to complain about that right now.
You remember Jeon Jungkook from Busan and you turn to check on him.
It’s only then that you realise half the plane is missing.
You grab for your phone, almost crying with relief when you realise it’s still in your pocket. There’s no reception, shit, but at least it’s on. You switch it off to conserve the battery.
You hear a faint moan from your periphery.
You recognise the all black attire, the muscular frame.
You hurry to him.
‘Jeon Jungkook,’ you say, scanning his face and body.
‘Jungkook!’
His eyes are closed, but he moans a little in response to your voice.
You lean over him, hand on his chest.
‘Jungkook,’ you say, urgently.
His eyes stay closed, but his hand lifts up, and as if on instinct, cups one of your breasts.
‘Gimme a sec, baby,’ he slurs. ‘Just one sec and we can go again.’
You stare at his hand over your tit, too shocked to do anything.
His eyes open.
‘Shit,’ he drawls. ‘Am I in heaven?’
***
It had been surprisingly difficult to convince Jungkook that sex was off the cards, for now.
He’d kept mumbling something about affirming life.
You’d tuned out and waited for him to wind down.
He’d also suggested many different sexual positions, a lot of which frankly sounded unrealistic, but he'd seemed absurdly, ludicrously confident about them.
You’d used the time to patch up a bloody wound on his head and gather your thoughts.
Finally he stops, and he’s now looking at you soberly.
‘We should see if anyone else needs help,’ he says.
You set your jaw and head for where the bulk of the shrapnel is. You don’t find any other living passengers.
The sun is beating down on both your heads, and you realise Jungkook’s looking a little pale.
‘Hey, we should get out of the sun,’ you say.
He nods, stumbling a little. You rush to his side and support him.
He leans heavily on you, and you realise his breathing is a little shallow too.
‘Don’t die on me Jungkook,’ you tell him firmly.
He doesn’t answer.
You lay him down in a shady patch in a grove of coconut trees and get him to drink some water you salvaged from the plane.
He lays there, so pale that you feel rising panic trying to break through the calm facade you’ve adopted thus far.
You stroke his hair back. His eyelids flicker.
‘I’m going to look for things that can help us, ok?’
He doesn’t respond, and you laugh a little hysterically. ‘Like a working phone.’
You squeeze his hand and promise, ‘Don’t worry I won’t be gone long, ok?’
In the time you’ve known him, he’s been most animated when he’s talking about sex, so you throw in a deal conscious Jungkook would definitely go for.
‘If you hang in there, Jungkook, I promise we can have sex once you’re up for it, ok? Any position you like.’
You think you see the faintest flicker of his eyelids, but it could just be your imagination.
***
You search the remains of the plane, concentrating now, salvaging all the things you noticed earlier whilst exploring with Jungkook and not wanting to leave him alone for too long.
When you get back, he’s still sleeping where you left him, shivering slightly. You cover him with a blanket, and, feeling slightly ridiculous because he’s sleeping on the ground, you put a pillow under his head.
He sighs a little and you smooth his brow with your fingers, hoping he finds your touch soothing.
It’s getting dark now, and you curse your lack of foresight at not looking for a flashlight, because the place you washed up on is so dark at night that everything seems a little scarier.
Jungkook’s still unconscious, but you think his breathing is easier.
You curl up next to him and try to sleep.
***
When you wake up, the sun has barely risen. You check on Jungkook and get him to sip some water.
You try not to think about what to do if he doesn’t wake up.
You need help. Your phone has no signal but you send texts and emails anyway, hoping they’ll reach someone in your contacts.
A second search of the plane doesn’t reveal anything more helpful. Nothing looks like it switches on.
You need to explore the island you’re on, but you’re loath to leave Jungkook.
When you get back from the plane, he’s sitting up against the coconut tree, holding his head.
‘Water,’ he croaks, voice raspy and strained.
You uncap one of the bottles of water you found and help him drink.
As soon as he’s gulped it down, he lists alarmingly to one side and you help him lie down.
‘It’s ok Jungkook,’ you tell him, smoothing his hair. ‘Get some rest.’
He settles his head in your lap, sighs, and goes back to sleep.
You can’t leave him, so you join him.
***
When you wake up again, he’s gone.
You’re up on your feet in an instant, calling his name.
Shit. You’ve spent all this time worrying about leaving him and the first thing he did when he woke up was ditch you.
You hear footsteps, and you turn to see him.
He’s standing, cheeks high with colour, a hard look in his eyes.
‘What the fuck happened?’ he asks.
His tone is intimidating, sharp, and you stumble over your words in your haste to explain.
‘The plane we were on crashed. We’re the only survivors. You had a cut on your head and you’re been unconscious for two days.’
‘Is help on the way?’ he snaps.
You stutter. ‘I - I don’t know,’ you confess.
‘Is there anyone else on the island?’ he asks.
‘I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to explore-‘
‘What have you been doing for two days?’ he asks, voice harsh. ‘Playing house?’
You stare at him in disbelief and shock.
‘You were hurt,’ you tell him. ‘I didn’t want to leave you alone —-‘
His expression hasn’t softened at all during your explanations.
You take a step back.
For the first time since you found him passed out near the plane, you feel the weight of recent events.
Jungkook’s better, but somehow you’re even more alone.
You take another step back, then another, and then you’re walking away.
He doesn’t call out after you. You don’t know that he even remembers your name.
***
At least with Jungkook awake and seemingly recovered, you’re free to go wherever you want.
The more you think about it, the more enraged you feel about your encounter.
How dare he be suspicious of you when you’ve practically kept him alive for two days?
How very dare he?
‘Not even so much as a thank you for saving my life,’ you mutter furiously.
You’ve given him all your water too.
The ungrateful asshole.
‘Asshole!’ you hiss.
You keep walking, following the shoreline.
Your stomach rumbles in a way that’s already familiar to you.
You think with dark resentment of the supplies bag you left with Jungkook.
It doesn’t matter. Let that asshole have all the snacks you salvaged.
‘Choke on them,’ you mutter.
No one can hear you, but it feels good to say anyway.
***
You’re straining to reach the coconut dangling by a tantalising thin stalk. You have no idea how you’re going to crack open the shell but you need this coconut.
Your entire world at this point depends on this fucking coconut.
There’s literally nothing else.
Certainly not a certain ungrateful asshole with your supplies bag who looks muscular enough to crack this baby open for you.
He practically owes you for keeping him alive the past two days.
You put him out of your head and focus on reaching for the coconut. If you can even just jostle it the slightest bit…
‘What are you doing?’
The voice startles you so badly your hand slips. You scramble and grab at a dried frond. It snaps in your hand and you fall out of the tree, onto your back into the sand.
You groan, winded but unharmed.
He leans over you, face blocking out the sun.
‘Are you ok?’
You don’t bother to answer.
You stare longingly up at the coconut, still taunting you with its green shell and the promise of sweetness within.
His hand reaches for your shoulder.
‘Seriously, are you ok?’
The concern in his voice makes you snort.
Your stomach rumbles because it hasn’t yet learned that no food is coming even if it makes itself heard.
‘Hey, I found the snacks you gathered. Come and eat something,’ he says.
You ignore him.
You’re trying to walk away when he grabs your arm again.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says, trying to get you to look at him.
‘You should be,’ you say, and you realise with dismay that you’re practically crying with frustration and rage.
You walk away, swiping at your tears.
‘I’m sorry, I said some pretty awful things,’ he says, persistent.
He lifts a hand, thumb almost brushing the tracks of tears on your cheek before you lean away.
You muster your coldest stare. ‘It’s fine. We don’t know each other at all.’
You turn away. ‘Just give me a second, all right?’
***
You can hear him approaching you again.
Fuck.
At first he wouldn’t stop shouting at you and now he won’t stay the fuck away.
He drops down heavily in the sand next to you.
‘Here,’ he says.
You turn your head to see him holding out a coconut. His hand is large enough to hold it in his palm.
You take another sip of the whiskey you found in the plane.
He picks up the half bottle after you put it down. ‘Was this full?’ he asks.
‘I’m not sharing,’ you say firmly. ‘And this coconut is not open.’
You see him mouth your words as if he’s trying to make sense of them.
You make perfect sense to you.
He’s just being an asshole as usual.
You nod to yourself.
‘What’s the point in all those muscles if you can’t crack open a coconut?’ you ask, reasonably.
The corner of his mouth twitches up, as if he’s about to smile.
You blink at him.
‘I’ll crack it open for you if you come with me,’ he says.
‘No thanks, you’re an arrogant asshole,’ you say, brightly. You lean closer. ‘No offense.’
‘I’m not offended,’ he replies. ‘You’re right. I was a real asshole to you.’
‘Until you realised you need my survival skills,’ you point out. You take another swig of whiskey. It goes down smooth, so smooth, warming you.
Now he’s definitely smiling. ‘Yes, I need you. I can’t cope without you.’
‘I can help,’ you say, magnanimously. ‘But no fucking.’
He chokes on his own saliva, and you offer him your whiskey.
He takes a sip, then frowns. ‘Seriously how much have you drunk?’
‘I was thirsty,’ you tell him, sadly. ‘I left all the water with you.’
‘You were —‘ he breaks off and gets up.
‘Come on you should definitely drink something.’
He holds out a hand to help you up.
You miss it and land straight on your face in the sand with an ‘oof’.
You roll over and Jungkook slips an arm under your knees and another under your shoulders.
He lifts you up with such ease you would be impressed if he wasn’t such an asshole.
He laughs softly, and you realise you’ve said it out loud.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says, quietly, shifting you so that your head is against his chest.
You want to tell him, without equivocation, that he’s not forgiven, but he’s warm, and he feels strong, and you’re already drifting away.
***
You sit bolt upright, heart and head thumping.
You need to pee so badly.
You realise that Jungkook’s stirring next to you.
You stumble as far away as you can and squat down near some foliage.
To your horror, you can hear Jungkook stumbling after you.
‘Go away!’ you call out, face burning. ‘I’m peeing!’
He stops.
‘Oh my god, get lost!’ you shout, when he shows no sign of walking away.
‘I need to pee too,’ he calls to you.
You can hear him unzipping, then the splatter of urine hitting the grass.
You’re mortified.
You squeeze your eyes shut and pray for this horror to end.
At least it’s too dark to see each other.
When you’re done, you get up and realise your head is pounding from the whiskey.
Jungkook’s voice startles a squeak out of you. ‘Are you ok?’
‘I’m fine,’ you reply quickly.
‘No need to be pissy about it,’ he says.
You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking.
‘Not funny,’ you huff.
He just chuckles softly to himself. ‘Come on let’s go back to sleep.’
****
When you wake up again you feel less like death, but it’s way too hot.
There’s an arm around your waist, your hips snuggled against the curve between a male torso and thighs. It’s not the first time you’ve woken to a man spooning you, but there is no one on this godforsaken island you’d like to spoon with.
You wriggle your hips, and his hand comes to grip your hip, hard.
‘Stop wriggling,’ Jungkook says.
‘I’m trying to get away,’ you protest.
‘Why?’ he asks, sounding perfectly reasonable. ‘It’s nice spooning like this.’
‘Because I hate your personality,’ you explain. ‘I can’t fuck an asshole.’
‘Which assholes have messed with you?’ Jungkook demands, not missing a beat. ‘I’ll take care of them.’
‘You’re an asshole,’ you point out sweetly.
Jungkook chuckles, low, his breath near your shoulder making you shiver.
‘I’ll break open a coconut for you today. And I want to go fishing. Come with me?’
‘I’ll check my schedule,’ you reply, coolly.
His hand tightens on your hip. ‘Don’t be a brat,’ he says.
You hum, and wriggle your hips again as you pull away from him.
He gets up and adjusts his bottoms. ‘Let’s go.’
‘I could use a coffee,’ you say, longingly.
‘And I could use a blowjob.’
‘Use your hand,’ you say, unsympathetic.
‘Want to help?’ he asks, hopefully.
‘Nope.’
****
‘You’re going to get sunburn,’ you tell Jungkook. ‘You don’t really need to do that shirtless.’
Jungkook’s trying to catch fish in the small stream you’d found whilst exploring.
‘I don’t mind if you stare at me,’ he says, generous.
You roll your eyes so hard you make yourself dizzy.
Jungkook sings to himself as he looks into the water.
His voice is higher than you expected considering the way he’s always growling at you, his tone pretty. He carries a tune surprisingly well.
‘You’re scaring the fish,’ you say, sourly.
‘Come and help me then,’ Jungkook says.
You slip off your jeans and step into the stream with him.
‘I bet I can catch one before you,’ you taunt.
He doesn’t answer, and you realise he’s staring at your legs.
‘Fuck,’ he says, finally. ‘Are those pink panties?’
You scowl and ignore him.
‘You’re making me uncomfortable,’ you tell him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he apologises immediately.
You go back to staring into the water, staying perfectly still. A silvery body skims past your legs, and you reach down quickly and grab it.
The sliminess of the cold scales makes you gag a little, but you hold on tight.
You take a few steps to the bank and slip on the wet grass, landing hard on your elbow.
Jungkook’s next to you in seconds. ‘Are you ok?’ he asks, concern in his voice.
You loosen your grip on the fish and it flops on the grass.
Jungkook’s hand is curled around your elbow, cupping it.
Like this, his bare chest is inches above yours, his face tipped so close to you that you realise you’re holding your breath.
‘Y/N,’ Jungkook says, eyes intent on you. ‘Are you hurt?’
You swallow. ‘I’m ok,’ you say.
Jungkook smooths your hair away from your face.
It’s surprisingly tender.
‘Well done on catching the fish for us,’ he says, voice low.
‘Who said I was sharing?’ you ask, frowning a little.
Jungkook just laughs softly. ‘You’re so fucking cute.’
You realise his thigh is wedged between your bare legs, high up, and your t-shirt has ridden up.
Jungkook follows the direction of your gaze.
He swallows, and you brace for sexual harrassment.
Instead, he tugs the hem of your t-shirt down and gets up, turning away from you quickly.
‘Let’s try and catch more,’ he says.
***
The fire that Jungkook’s started is pathetic but it’s enough to give you light in the dark now the sun’s setting but also more importantly, it’s enough to make your fish less raw.
You’re wondering where Jungkook is because your stomach feels like it’s digesting itself at the smell of the cooking fish.
He approaches you from the coconut grove, and you try not to watch the way he walks because it’s making you feel a little warm.
His hair’s curling in the humidity, flopping over his eyes. The sun exposure has given his already beautiful skin a glow and damn. Those muscles.
You look at your feet.
‘Here,’ he says. ‘An aperitif.’
You burst out laughing at his goofy expression, and then realise he’s holding out a cracked coconut.
You look at him, wide-eyed. ‘Is this for me?’
‘I promised you I’d crack it open for you,’ he says.
You tilt the coconut over your mouth and moan at the explosion of cool sweet juice that runs down your throat.
‘Jungkook,’ you say, delightedly.
He’s looking at you, almost shy.
You smile up at him. ‘Thank you.’
You offer it to him, but he shakes his head. ‘It’s all yours. I love how happy you look right now.’
Your eyes fly to his, but he seems perfectly sincere.
‘Thank you for taking care of me,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry I was such an asshole when I woke up.’
‘I couldn’t leave you to die, Jeon Jungkook from Busan,’ you tell him.
‘I’ll crack open as many coconuts as you want, Y/N L/N,’ Jungkook tells you.
He grins, crookedly at you. ‘Let’s eat.’
****
Jungkook takes a swig of your whiskey and lays back to look at the stars with you.
‘Do you think help is on the way?’ you ask. The alcohol is making you feel strangely sober.
‘I’m sure it is,’ he says, and he’s so convincing it’s hard not to believe him.
His skin gleams in the glow from the dying embers, flushed a pretty pink from the whiskey.
‘We should make a shelter,’ you muse. ‘We’ve been lucky so far but if it rains we’re screwed.’
‘We should explore the rest of the island too,’ Jungkook suggests.
You take a sip of whiskey.
‘Maybe tomorrow,’ you say, nodding at him.
He laughs. ‘It’s a date.’
Jungkook leans over you to get the bottle, and for a moment his face is so close to yours you can’t look at him.
He brushes your hair back from your face.
Your skin tingles at his touch.
He murmurs your name.
His breath warms your cheek like a kiss.
His lips press softly against yours, slow, careful. Your lips part, and he kisses your bottom lip, tugging it.
Your heart skips several beats.
Jungkook’s hand slides around the back of your head, pulling you close, deepening the kiss.
It’s electric.
In this wild place, with the disaster you find yourselves in, his touch is everything you need.
You moan into his mouth, and you feel the tension in his body.
‘Y/N,’ he says, quietly. ‘Is this what you want?’
‘Yes,’ you say. He pulls back a little, eyes searching yours.
‘Is this what you want?’ you ask, tentative.
He laughs softly. ‘Shit. You have no idea how much I want this.’
He pushes up the hem of your t-shirt, up past the curve of your abdomen.
‘God, your skin,’ he marvels, big hand splaying over you.
You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, gratified by the way he stops to stare at your breasts.
Jungkook lays fiery kisses over the tops of your breasts, tongue darting out to lick between them.
Your thighs rub against each other, and Jungkook chuckles. ‘Do you want me there?’
You tug him closer. ‘Yeah,’ you say.
He slips a hand under your panties, groaning at the slickness he finds.
You tug his shirt over his head, and revel in the feel of his bare torso against yours.
Jungkook pulls you into his lap, taking control with an authority that surprises and thrills you considering you can barely take him seriously otherwise.
He slants his mouth over yours, grunting a little as you grind against him.
He hooks his fingers over the waistband of your panties and tugs.
‘Off,’ he whines.
‘Take yours off, let me see your cock,’ you say, lifting off him just enough to slip your panties down and off one leg.
Jungkook’s obliging about stripping off, you hadn’t expected otherwise. His erection slaps against his abs as he tugs his briefs off.
He curls a hand around himself, mouth slightly open as he takes in your naked body above him.
His eyes meet yours.
‘I have a condom,’ he announces.
You burst out laughing.
‘You really are some sort of fuckboy,’ you say, amused.
He’s already unrolling it over his cock.
‘Come sit,’ he says, hand on your thigh.
‘Yeah,’ you agree.
You lower yourself onto him, and the slide’s so good you both moan as you take him in to the hilt, his balls snug against your ass.
He whispers praise for you as you ride him, his hands clutching your ass and thighs, spreading you for him.
You don’t catch much of it, lost in the pleasure of his hardness throbbing inside you, stretching you in the best way.
Jungkook laps at your nipples, seemingly transfixed by the way your tits are bouncing in his face as you ride him.
‘We need to do more of this,’ he pants. ‘So fucking good.’
You want to reply but you cry his name instead as your pleasure peaks and you pulse around his cock.
Jungkook grunts and holds you tight to him as he bucks his hips. His cry as he cums echoes through the still of the night.
He drops his head on your shoulder, panting, sweaty.
‘You’re a great fuck,’ he says, as though he’s bestowing a huge compliment on you.
‘Damn JK, you never said you were such a romantic,’ you say dryly.
He laughs then.
‘It took me ten tries to get that coconut open for you,’ he confesses.
‘I appreciate it,’ you tell him.
‘I’ll do it every day if you want.’
‘You should probably get better at it then,’ you say.
You smile at each other.
‘I’m dripping out the condom,’ Jungkook groans.
‘Can you just stop talking now?’ you complain.
Jungkook snickers and taps your ass.
‘Want to go skinny dipping?’
***
‘Hey what’s that?’ Jungkook calls.
You look at where he’s pointing and see what looks like a man-made structure.
‘Civilisation!’ he whoops, running forward into what looks like a thatched hut.
‘You know what this means?’ you ask. ‘This island must have been inhabited at some point.’
Jungkook’s shuffling his feet along the floor. ‘It’s great not to feel sand or grass. Concrete all the way!’
His enthusiasm is infectious.
You run a hand along the low stone wall like you’ve never felt a wall before.
Jungkook waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
‘I’m pretty strong,’ he tells you.
You roll your eyes. ‘Is everything about sex for you?’
‘Most things,’ Jungkook says, cheerfully.
He runs at you suddenly, picking you up in his arms.
‘Let go,’ you complain. ‘I get it, you’re strong!’
‘Say it again, more breathy this time,’ Jungkook coaches.
‘You’re so strong, Jungkook,’ you say, sultry.
He closes his eyes. ‘Now say more, Jungkook.’
‘More, Jungkook,’ you breathe. ‘More.’
‘Fuck,’ he swears.
You squeeze his arm, and his tricep jerks. ‘Come on, we have more things to find.’
‘Quickie in the sex hut?’ he suggests, hopefully.
‘Don’t call it that,’ you warn.
‘Love shack?’
‘No,’ you say sternly.
‘I have a condom,’ Jungkook coaxes.
‘Christ, how many did you bring on the flight with you?’
He reaches into his pocket like he’s going to count them in front of you.
You put your hand over his.
‘I love that you practise safe sex but now is not the time. We have to keep searching while it’s light.’
He sighs.
‘Are you pouting?’ you demand, tugging his arm so he’ll turn back to you.
‘No,’ he says, pouting.
You go up on your tiptoes against his chest and press a kiss between his collarbones.
‘You’re cute when you’re sulky,’ you inform him.
‘Is it working?’ he asks, eyes sparkling.
‘No. But sulky Jungkook is better than angry Jungkook.’
‘What about horny Jungkook?’ he asks.
‘He’s the best one,’ you say, approving.
You slip out from under his arm as he tries to grab you again.
****
Jungkook returns, triumphant, from the coconut grove.
‘I did one for each of us,’ he says, passing you one.
‘Cheers,’ you say, tapping your coconut against his.
He takes a long gulp of his then leans back onto his hands, looking at you.
His lips glisten juicily, and you lean close and lick up his chin.
He tries to grab you, but you’re already back where you were.
‘What should we order in for dinner tonight?’ you ask, jokingly.
‘I could do a steak,’ Jungkook says, considering. ‘Or ribs.’
He puts an arm around your shoulders.
‘Do you know what the stars are called?’ you ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.
‘No,’ Jungkook replies. He’s not even looking, sticky lips brushing against the skin of your neck.
He hums his approval as you tug him closer.
‘How many condoms do you have left?’
He laughs softly. ‘Let’s put it this way, we’ll run out of food way before I run out of condoms.’
‘There’s always blow jobs,’ you muse.
Jungkook cups a hand over himself. ‘Don’t get my hopes up.’
‘At this rate, I’d blow you for a banana,’ you say.
Jungkook considers this for longer than you expect.
You flick him on the forehead.
‘Are you fantasizing about bananas?’
‘Yeah,’ he says, and you’re still giggling about it when his lips meet yours again.
***
You’re sitting out near the water at sunrise, trying to fight the sense of hopelessness and panic you feel.
There has to be a rescue team on its way, right?
I mean, there definitely would be if it was a big commercial flight.
What about a tiny charter plane?
Someone would have reported that a literal plane fell out of the sky.
Surely.
It’s been days.
Jungkook lands next to you. He’s been running, trying to expend his excess energy.
The man’s got no off switch.
You?
You just feel tired.
‘Maybe today’s the day,’ he says.
You glance at him.
‘Fingers crossed,’ you say, mustering up a cheerfulness you don’t feel.
***
The rainstorm starts without warning. One minute you’re fishing, the next you’re trying to get out of the stream.
You run for the shelter you found.
You can hear Jungkook’s voice in your head calling it the love shack.
You grin wryly to yourself as you hurry towards it.
You strip off your top as you look out for Jungkook. The more sex you’ve had, the more comfortable you feel being practically naked in front of him.
He’d muttered something about finding fruit this morning and you haven’t seen him since.
The rain falls relentlessly, noisily onto the tin roof of the hut.
You’re just about to go looking for him when you see him splashing along.
He bursts into the hut, face frantic.
When he sees you he pulls you into his arms.
You can feel his heart thumping, see the pulse in his neck.
‘Went to the stream. I was worried you’d been swept away in the storm,’ he utters, face against your hair.
‘You were worried about me?’
Your hands are wandering down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You stop when you feel something oddly firm that doesn’t feel quite like his cock.
You’re pretty familiar with his cock.
Jungkook grins down at you.
‘That’s not me,’ he says.
You’re already reaching into his pocket when he says, proudly, ‘you said you’d blow me for a banana.’
You don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed with him.
All you know is, he looks pretty fucking good smiling down at you, wet hair in his face, tee plastered to his beautiful body.
His eyes darken as he takes in your half-naked body.
‘I’m pretty wet,’ you tell him.
‘Yeah?’ Jungkook says.
He’s pressing you against the wall, hard chest against yours.
He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.
Your panties are shoved down unceremoniously.
Jungkook spits into his hand and shoves his fingers against your cunt.
You aren’t quite wet enough yet, but you know he’ll get you there.
‘Just get in me,’ you say, mouth against his ear.
You lift your leg and he grabs your thigh, pinning it against his hip.
He lines himself up and pushes in, hard, rough.
‘Fuck,’ you moan. He feels hard, hot and the stretch is exquisite.
Jungkook’s concentrating, brows furrowed as he thrusts.
He feels so good you could scream.
He squeezes your ass, kneading roughly, grunting as he fucks you.
You realise your mouth is open against his skin, and you bite his neck, a spot you know he’s sensitive.
‘Fuck,’ whines Jungkook. ‘Fuck.’
His hips circle once, twice, and then he’s slamming himself into you.
Your orgasm hits fast and intense, making your knees buckle.
Jungkook cups your ass in his hand, squeezing tight.
He says your name when he cums.
And then you’re leaning against each other, sweating and panting.
Jungkook’s first to recover.
‘Snack?’ he offers, holding out the banana to you.
‘Yeah.’
You’re eating your bananas, sitting next to each other on the low wall, watching the rain, when you turn to him.
‘We didn’t use a condom,’ you say.
‘I’m clean,’ he replies, so quickly you know it’s occurred to him too.
‘I am too.’
You’re quiet a moment, then he says, ‘my mom keeps hassling me about grandkids.’
You mull that over as you finish your banana.
‘It’s not the right time of the month for it, for me,’ you say, considering.
‘Ok,’ says Jungkook. ‘I just mean, I’ll — take responsibility.’
His sentence hangs in the air between you.
You turn and kiss him on the cheek, quickly.
‘You’re an asshole sweetheart, Jungkook.’
You exchange a smile and finish the rest of your bananas in silence.
***
‘Fuck,’ says Jungkook. ‘Is that a snake?’
You’re up and dancing instantly. ‘Where?’
Jungkook’s up too. ‘There!’
You follow the direction he’s pointing in and see it.
It’s black with yellow markings, it’s long, and it is most definitely a snake.
You swallow your scream with effort.
‘Let’s get the fuck out of here,’ Jungkook says.
He grabs your hand and you run out near the water’s edge.
‘Fuck,’ breathes Jungkook.
‘What?’ you ask, scrambling up his body.
Jungkook steadies you, hands supporting your ass, helping you wrap your legs around his hips.
‘It’s a chopper.’
***
It’s a chopper ride, another plane journey and a bus, another day or so before you arrive in Seoul.
You and Jungkook hold hands for most of the bus journey.
You’re met by your families at the bus terminal.
Your father brings the car round to take you home and you look for Jungkook to say goodbye.
You don’t see him at first, and a sick feeling unfolds in the pit of your stomach. It can’t end like this.
Then you spot him. He’s looking around, like you, and when your eyes meet his smile could stop your heart.
You’re heading towards each other, and the closer you get the better it feels. Like returning to baseline.
You stop too close to him, so close you have to tilt your head to look up at him.
‘You wanna get steak sometime?’ you ask.
You’re normally shy about asking guys out, but he’s not just a guy.
He’s Jungkook, and though you wouldn’t necessarily have chosen him as your desert island pick, you don’t think you could have been stranded with anyone better.
He laughs. ‘That’s better than what I was gonna say.’
You tilt your head at him, curious. ‘What were you going to say?’
‘I was gonna say you still owe me a blow job for that banana.’
You both freeze as an elderly lady passes by. She gives you a kindly smile.
‘That’s my grandma,’ says Jungkook, and you’re amused to see the flush in his cheeks.
‘Thank god she’s pretty hard of hearing.’
You giggle.
‘I’ll call you, pretty girl,’ says Jungkook. He leans down to kiss you, chaste.
His hand brushes the small of your back, then sneaks down to squeeze your ass.
You try to slap him away but he’s already shoved his hand back in his pocket.
‘Don’t dream of me too much,’ he says.
You roll your eyes and turn. His laughter rings in your ears as you walk away.
***
You’re nervous.
Objectively, you know you look good, better than your sunburned, bedraggled self on the island, but the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop.
You’re meeting Jungkook for dinner tonight. It’s been two months since you parted ways at the bus terminal.
You’d meant to meet sooner, but life had got in the way. Two weeks had turned into six, and now you’re half expecting him to cancel on you.
It’s been long enough that you’re questioning everything you experienced.
Sure, the sex was mind-blowing.
Sure, you seemed to get on ok, but maybe it was just because he wanted to get his dick wet just in case you didn’t get rescued.
You remember his eyes flashing when he’d accused you of not trying hard enough to get help whilst he’d been unconscious.
The contempt in his eyes when he’d asked you if you’d been ‘playing house.’
You also remember him telling you, quietly and seriously, that he was Jeon Jungkook from Busan, with three dogs, when you’d both thought you were going to die.
You remember the relief on his face when he’d run back to the hut and seen you were safe.
You remember how he gasped your name as he came inside you during the rainstorm.
You have no idea how tonight’s going to go.
You think you get to the restaurant early, but the hostess informs you that Mr Jeon is already waiting at the bar.
You have a sudden flare of anxiety as you’re looking for him that you might not recognise him.
That he might not recognise you.
He sees you first, he’s already getting up from his bar stool when you spot him.
‘Hey,’ he says, smiling warmly at you.
‘Hi,’ you say, a little awkwardly.
His eyes skim over your black dress, the heels you’d agonised over.
You hadn’t wanted to look like you were trying too hard.
Just in case none of it meant anything to him.
‘You look pretty,’ he says.
‘Thanks,’ you reply, ‘you look great.’
He does. He’s gained back some of the weight he lost on the island, his tan’s faded to a pale gold, and his eyes are bright.
‘Shall we?’ he asks, holding out his arm.
***
Your meet-up with Jungkook isn’t going well. You can’t find any common ground.
You’ve resorted to chatting about the weather.
He’s been, none too subtly, checking out your tits.
Everything seems wrong.
You guess you must have been remembering everything wrong, because at this rate, you’ll probably never speak again.
You’re so disappointed you could cry.
Here’s the man you survived a plane crash with. You’d survived being stranded on a deserted island.
Now you’re watching him chew on ribeye and even the meat doesn’t live up to your expectations.
The only saving grace is that you sense he’s as frustrated as you are.
There’s a furrow between his brows, that’s got deeper as the night goes on.
You’re leaning back on your chair, further away from him when all you’ve wanted for the past two months is to touch him again.
You’re completely disconnected from him.
In fact, you’re so far apart it’s like you’re not even in the same room.
You insist on splitting the check.
Neither of you suggests dessert.
You hug him awkwardly as you part ways.
‘See you, Jungkook.’
You muster the best smile you have because you suspect this is the last time you’ll make plans to meet and you can’t bear for his last impression of you to be anything but amicable.
Not after everything you’ve been through together.
You turn away and walk down the street.
You can’t help it.
You turn back once just to see him one last time.
He’s standing where you left him. He’s looking at you too.
Your eyes meet, and you feel it.
He’s heading towards you now, hurrying, almost running along the crowded city pavement.
His breath comes out in puffs of white when he reaches you, the tip of his nose pink from the cold.
He’s reaching out, arms wrapping around you, pulling you into him.
‘What the fuck was that?’ he gasps, lips against your hair. ‘What the fuck was that?’
You’re already curling your arms around him in turn, pressing your face into his neck.
‘Jungkook,’ you breathe.
‘Y/N,’ he replies, tilting your head up, resting his forehead against yours.
And just like that, everything snaps into focus again. The lights from the street lamps, the sounds of traffic, the warmth of his breath on your cheek.
It’s as sweet as you remember.
***
Jungkook’s apartment is dark, but he doesn’t switch the lights on.
He drops his keys on a table near the door, and in almost the same movement, he’s turned back to you.
‘I’ve missed you,’ he says.
His hot mouth descends onto yours. The kiss is rushed, sloppy, like he can’t even pull himself together enough to kiss you properly.
You aren’t doing much better. He pushes his thigh between your legs, and your clit’s already so sensitive you could come just from that.
‘Jungkook,’ you plead.
‘I know, baby,’ he soothes.
His hands tug uselessly at your dress, and you turn quickly so he can get your zip.
Instead, he yanks up the skirt of your dress and grinds his erection against your ass.
‘Can I?’ he gasps.
‘Yeah,’ you moan. ‘Yeah, now.’
Jungkook’s inside you before you finish speaking.
‘Ahhh fuck,’ he moans, long and loud.
You arch your back, and his arm tightens around your hips, pulling you back into him, snugger onto his cock.
You cry his name as he fucks you against the door of his apartment, desperately, frantically.
‘Gonna cum, I can’t —-‘
You’re already there, one brush of your own fingers over his and you’re tightening around him, screaming his name as you cum.
Jungkool groans, deep in his chest, and you feel him spilling inside you.
There’s so much of him it leaks down your thighs.
‘Fuck,’ he says, head dropping onto your shoulder. ‘Did I hurt you?’
You’re too fucked out to answer, and a moment later he’s trying to turn you to face him.
‘No,’ you say, reaching back to grab his hips. ‘Stay in me for a bit.’
Jungkook’s arms tighten around you.
‘I’ve fucking missed you,’ he tells you.
‘I’ve missed you too, JK.’
He holds you like that until you both start shivering from the cold and decide to move to his bed.
***
Jungkook’s tracing the line of your cheek with his finger.
You think it’d be more romantic if your lips weren’t currently wrapped around his cock.
He gasps as you press your tongue to the underside of him, and take him in deeper.
He taps your chin. ‘Up.’
You look up at him, mouth full of his cock, and he groans. ‘Fuck! You look so good.’
He’s pulling you up though, off of him, pushing you back against his surprisingly clean bed.
You turn your face into his sheets as he slips his fingers into you.
‘Still so wet,’ he marvels.
‘It’s your cum,’ you remind him.
‘Yeah. Let me eat it out of you.’
He presses your legs apart and proceeds to lick you out until you’re coming apart on his face.
***
You wake sometime between midnight and the early hours, curled into Jungkook’s chest like how you used to sleep on the island.
He’s pressing kisses against your bare back.
You wriggle your ass against his groin.
He slips into you easily, like he’s always belonged inside you.
He rocks his hips against your ass, his hands coming up to pinch your nipples.
You’re so wet already, you can’t even recall whether it’s Jungkook’s cum or your own arousal.
You whine his name, and he turns you onto your front.
‘One more,’ he says, squeezing your ass. ‘One more for me.’
He fucks into you like he can’t get enough, fucking you through your orgasm, pulling out at the last second to paint your ass.
You should get cleaned up, but Jungkook falls asleep with his cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and you haven’t the willpower to pull away from his warmth.
You’ve been through worse together.
***
Three years later
Jungkook walks into the bedroom, and your attention is drawn to the outlandish bulge in his sweats.
Your boyfriend’s not lacking in the size department, but this is something else.
You raise an eyebrow as he climbs onto the bed where you’re lying down.
‘I have something for you.’
‘Is it from the produce department?’ you inquire, unable to tear your eyes away from his groin.
‘Find out for yourself,’ Jungkook says.
You sigh as you reach into his pants.
Your hands graze over what is definitely at least a semi, and then the smooth skin of a banana.
‘If you wanted a blow job, JK —-‘
You break off when you see what’s written on the banana, in Jungkook’s neat and precise writing.
Marry me.
‘No,’ you say.
His happy smile falters.
‘Why not?’
‘No way. I’m not marrying some clown who proposes to me with a banana in his pants.’
Jungkook smirks, smugly.
‘I knew you’d say that.’
He cups your face in his hands.
‘Y/N, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?’
It’s oddly conventional, but he seems totally sincere.
At least it’s not like the previous three times he’d asked, whilst balls deep inside you.
‘I’d love to marry you, Jungkook.’
He kisses you, long and sweet.
‘No takesies backsies.’
‘I take it ba—-‘
He stops you with another kiss.
Then another.
He stops kissing you long enough to present you with a rather beautiful ring.
***
The wedding is going so smoothly it’s making you feel a little jittery.
The venue is beautifully decorated, the guests well-behaved so far.
The wedding party is all accounted for.
Your dress fits like a dream.
All of your and Jungkook’s extended family have managed to fly in to attend.
You stop at the top of the aisle, and the expression on Jungkook’s face is so tender it makes tears prick at your eyelids.
Jungkook holds your hands against his chest as he recites his vows.
‘I feel like I was given another chance to live my life, and I can’t imagine doing that without you by my side. Your courage makes me feel grateful every day.’
There’s a sudden spark of mischief in his eyes, and you know him so well you’re already pulling him into a kiss before he says, ‘and you’re a great f—‘
Your lips catch the swear word he was about to say in front of the marriage officiator and all your friends and family.
Jeon Jungkook’s always been a fucking liability.
But damn, you love him anyway.
©hamsterclaw 2022
