even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.
β DRABBLE SERIES
β β β β³ NOCTURNE β TWO (2) NEW UPDATES!
β ONE-SHOTS & DRABBLES
lover β jjk | 2.1k
in which jungkook is so head over heels in love with you that he'd break up with you for 24 hours to let you listen to taylor swift's new album.
kismet β jjk | 15.3k
in which you start working in a bookstore, owned by a grumpy man who is all things un-friendly. but you soon realise there's more to the rude remarks and scowls.
sleepless nights β jjk | 2.1k
in which you can't fall asleep and accidentally wake Jungkook up who decides to make it worth your while for both of you.
anything for you β jjk | 1.1k
in which jungkook lets you do his skincare
cry yourself sillyΒ βΒ jjk | 4.4k
in the heat of the moment, tiny flickers of thoughts can easily turn into a wildfire of emotions that blow up in your face.
my you βΒ jjk | 2.5k
jungkook calls you into his studio and you end up leaving with more than just his cum stuffed in you.
dumb bunny βΒ jjk | 1.7k
in which jungkook finds himself in the middle of a classic childhood disney movie
letting off steam βΒ jjk | 1.4k
a bad day on track has jungkook storming off and disappearing. where else would one find him but in the comforting arms of his girlfriend?
built for love βΒ jjk | teaser
It's been years since Jungkook left to pursue his dream of being a volleyball star, and while you couldn't be happier for him, you missed that love in your life. Years after your breakup, just when you finally think you might be okay without him, he comes back. After falling back into old patterns, you realise that Jungkook is a love worth fighting for. Β
boy's a liar βΒ jjk | 3.7k
you've been at odds with the crown prince ever since you were children, but feelings change and the light you see him in changes too. but for how long can you keep up this pretense of hatred?
β SERIES
until you were mine β jjk | ongoing..
in which one drunken night turns into weeks of silent pining and petty jealousy until you and jungkook finally realise whatβs been in front of you both this entire time
always you β jjk | ongoing..
what happens when the man who broke your heart is your only option as a date to your sisterβs wedding? will a week in italy, going on romantic non-dates with your ex be enough to remind you just how much you loved each other?Β
summary: in which a rainy day on track makes jungkook realise that there was someone else out there that cared about him
pairing: f1 driver!jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, mayhaps some angst??
author's note: hope you guys enjoy!! first post of 2025 ;) another a/n I COMPLETELY MESSED UP POSTING THIS???!! wrong title and forgot to add tags i might just retire atp
It only takes a split second for everything to change.
One moment you can be speeding down a straight at two hundred miles an hour, on track to set the fastest time of the grid, and the next you can be spinning out and crashing into the barriers.
Rainy days are always the worst for F1 drivers, when the roads are slick after a downpour and the tyres lose traction. Completely not ideal conditions for qualifying.
Jungkook had been struggling with his tyres all weekend, with issues arising during all the practice sessions. He had still managed to place in the top three each time, but not with many complaints to his race engineer over the radio.
The rain had given no warning before it started pouring down on the track, raindrops sliding across Jungkook's visor as he tried to manoeuvre through the new conditions.
It was bad enough that he was starting to slide on track, but nothing could have prepared him for the car impeding him up ahead.
It was necessary that cars on an out-lap, or cars that weren't trying to set a fast lap time, not be in the way of the cars that were.
Perhaps the car in front of him had slowed down because of the rain, abandoning their flying lap, or they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Jungkook had barely enough time to see him as he came speeding around the corner.
To avoid a collision, Jungkook swerves, but the lack of grip on the wet roads has him spinning out and crashing into the barriers. The impact isn't as harsh as it could've been, but Jungkook still feels the air getting knocked out of him. His race engineer is immediately in his earpiece asking if he's okay, and Jungkook only sighs before replying that he's fine.
The session is stopped for both the rain and removing Jungkook's mangled car from the track, and he's transported back to the garages by a safety car.
As he walks down the pit, he hears the commentators on one of the wall mounted TVs mentioning the lap times that had to be abandoned for the red flag. At the mention of a familiar last name, his heart wrenches.
Your brother had also been on a flying lap, and he had gone fastest in the first two sectors and was on track to setting the fastest time of the session when Jungkook had crashed. Jungkook hadn't been particularly affected, but realising he had ruined your brother's lap time made him feel worse.
After all, your brother was the reason you and Jungkook had met.
You had come to a few of the races this season to support your brother and had met his teammate. Your first impression of Jeon Jungkook, apart from being undeniably attractive, was that he was arrogant.
He had won two World Championships and was on podiums every weekend, he held himself to a high standard and drove like he had nothing to lose.
After your brother had moved to his team, their relationship had started off rocky. The two of them both wanted to win, and sometimes they fought each other too harshly on track and risked losing everything for the team.
The persona that Jungkook played into made you not like him much at first. He constantly pushed your brother to the limits and put both of them in dangerous positions. He was cocky and the articles about him that circulated every weekend didn't do much to help his image.
As the season went on, and they started putting the team before their pride, Jungkook and your brother became good friends, and now they had an incomparable synergy that led to massive points for the team every race.
It was only after the mid-year break that you started to see him in a new light. Your brother had invited him on your vacation for some team bonding, and the forced proximity had shown you that there was more to Jungkook than he let show.
He had taught you how to ski, being so patient and supportive, that you wondered why he would let others perceive him as the complete opposite.
That holiday had bloomed something unexpected, and although you liked to pretend like Jungkook didn't affect you, you both knew there was an undeniable chemistry between you.
Though, for all his douchebag moments, Jungkook knew to stay away from you. You were his teammate's sister after all. So the teasing and flirting never turned into anything more- no matter how much both of you secretly wished it would.
As Jungkook approaches the team garage, he hopes he doesn't see you. He can't bear to see your face after knowing he messed up the perfect chance for your brother to start at the front of the grid for tomorrow's race.
Since he had crashed towards the end of the session, your brother couldn't improve on his previous time, and was only 8th fastest at the conclusion of qualifying. While he would still have a good chance for the winning spot, it made it harder, and Jungkook could only blame himself, which meant you would too.
He sees you standing in one of the corners of the garage, looking up at the TV as a replay of the crash plays. He can just make out your furrowed eyebrows and your hands covering your mouth in shock as you watch Jungkook spin out and hit the barrier.
The next scene cuts to a replay of the radio message where your brother is forced to abandon his flying lap, your brother's disappointment and frustration ringing loud in Jungkook's ears.
As if sensing him, you turn around, meeting Jungkook's eyes straight away. He doesn't even have the chance to blink before you're rushing toward him, almost tripping over nothing as you speed across the garage.
Jungkook braces himself, expecting you to push or shove him while yelling at him, but instead you're crushing yourself against him and leaving him utterly confused.
His arms come up hesitantly and wrap around you and Jungkook soon realises the small tremors he frels are coming from you.
"__? What happened?"
When your head lifts off his racing suit, Jungkook takes in your teary eyes and his heart splinters.
"What happened?!" you mock, before sniffing loudly.
"One second you're on the track and the next your car is halfway into the barriers!"
Your fists grip the material of his suit tightly, as if you were trying to assure yourself that Jungkook was still in one piece, and Jungkook can't help but smile.
You cared about him.
You always acted indifferent towards him in public, rolling your eyes at every flirty comment and acting annoyed by his teasing. But underneath it all, you cared about Jungkook. Always wishing for his safety when he's out on track and celebrating every overtake. Though he may not know some of those things, he now knew you payed more attention to him than you let on.
And that was enough for him.
He brings your head against his chest once more, and hearing the thump of his heartbeat through the material of his clothes calms you down more than he could ever know.
β starry night (m) | jjk - @kithtaehyung (all you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.)
β Millisecond - @kookiepleasee (Jungkook just canβt get enough of you, but is too afraid to make a move, so he just admires you from afar, every day.)
β Home: risky birthday π - @bonny-kookoo (In which you really don't know how he talked you into this.)
β just a little... | jjk drabble - @soft4gguk
β "big tiddie anime bitches" | jjk - @h0neypjm (Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.)
β WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES β JJK (m.) - @awrkive (there haven't been a lot of people who have come into your life that became important to you β and you didnβt expect jeon jungkook to be one if it β not at all. but what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him β and happily so. or; your first "i love you" comes out completely wrong.)
β ( μ μ κ΅ ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook - @jungqkook (thereβs nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriendβs yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your handβ¦ too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.)
β fill with fire, exhale desire, m | jjk - @whatifyoulivelikethat (He smokes cigarettes. You hate it. You always have a lighter in your pocket. He is pissed off because it isn't for him, you say. So much is said, but the truth is in the silence.)
β RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE - @rklve (your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.)
β Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea (In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesnβt care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?)
β whipped - JJK - @aquagustd (another day, another trend that youβre forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.)
β campus affairs | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didnβt expect much excitement out for. thatβs until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.)
β Fall Back in Love | jjk - @bukguhope (jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you)
β ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ¦ππ¬ π€π’π¬π¬ππ¬: - @euphoricfilter (itβs not often your boyfriend calls you with a cryptic message to come over; especially when heβs meant to be at his parentsβ place for the holidays.)
β fast forward - JJK - @aquagustd (If every single person you knew was against you, it wouldnβt matter, doesnβt matter because Jungkook would be there for you. Thatβs why you donβt question his words when he repeats βIβll be backβ one disconcerting morning, and you respond with βI know. I trust you.β Heβll make you eat your words.)
β paired & puppy-eyed | jjk - @yoon-kooks (When Jeon Jungkook agrees to be your partner for a class project, he doesnβt realize what that might escalate to until you show up at his door in a teeny-tiny crop top and cling to his tattooed arm like his naughty little kitten.)
β grumpy!jk - @awrkive (jungkook is usually a nice guy from the way he interacts with other people β but the only exception comes to you. and you can't figure out why.)
β MOTHERFUCKINβ TRAIN WRECK! β μ κ΅ - @lovieku (when renowned fuckboy jeon jeongguk catches feelings, he loses his mind. only when it comes to you, though.)
β CRAZY | JJK (Part 1) - @girlygguk (you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. thatβs when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.)
β metro inhabitant!Jungkook x survivor!female reader - @runariya
β Closer To You - JJK (18+) - @back2bluesidex (You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you canβt push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.)
β next door - jjk - @sugaimhome (Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, heβd do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands... or camera.)
β PRESSED IN THE STEAM - @97kuu (There is only so much he can handle visually of your wet, hot and exposed body in an a private onsen before his member starts craving more than simple touches and thrusts between your thighs.)
ΰ¨ΰ§ Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you.
in which a misunderstanding compromises a new relationship, and the next time you see the man you're not sure if you want to hit him or kiss him.
warnings/tags: mentions of drinking, making out, suggestive themes, mentions of sex, miscommunication trope, angst, fluff
this is a part of my drabble series, read more here!
He's here.
He's actually here.
A month ago, there was never a doubt about whether Jeon Jungkook would be at a party. He seemed to be the party itself, everywhere all at once, doing everything with everyone, just good vibes all around.
It was where he had met you after all.
When you, the newcomer, had suddenly taken his crown of ping-pong king, he had been enthralled. You'd come out of nowhere and sunk every ball intoΒ Jungkook's cups while only conceding one drink yourself.
Who was this girl, in a navy sweater three sizes too big, who beat him and everybody else brave enough to face her in all of the party games?
The rest of the night, he had subconsciously kept you in his peripheral, fascinated by you and watching your every move even when he was occupied with other people.
When he had seen you shotgun a beer with a kind of grace one shouldn't possess when doing so, he almost fell to his knees.
He prayed to everything he believed in that you would stay longer when people were starting to
trickle out, and imagine the smile on his face when you planted yourself on the couch right across from him.
With the only people left at the party started settling on the two couches on the back patio, it was natural that the cliche games came out.
First it was never-have-I-ever, where Jungkook had learnt you'd never been eaten out, a crime punishable by death in his eyes, but you have had a threesome before, with who he hopes he never finds out.
By the time the game changed to 7 minutes in heaven, some people were past the brink of drunkenness, yet you seemed only a little tipsy.
After Tae and the girl who Jungkook assumed was your friend were the first to be paired off, Jungkook stared down the green bottle in his hand, praying it's mouth would point at the girl he had been captivated by all night.
Everyone watched intently as the bottle spun, yet Jungkook was watching you. You who bit your lip in anticipation as it spun antagonisingly long. You whose eyes snapped up to Jungkook when it finally landed on yourself. You who only smiled before standing, leaving Jungkook to follow you into the house hurriedly like a lost puppy.
Despite the aura you radiated all night, and the confidence you had carried yourself with during the games and while walking in here, Jungkook eyed the slight twitching of your fingers.
You were nervous.
That little fact did something to him that he couldn't explain, and suddenly he was clueless on what to do.
You found a closet in one of the bedrooms and closed yourselves in. The darkness made you clumsy, and you jumped when you accidentally brush Jungkook's thigh as you moved yourself to lean on the back wall.
You felt Jungkook do the same, feeling his warmth excruciatingly close to your side.
He knew neither of you were inexperienced, yet Jungkook suddenly felt like a virgin being in the presence of a pretty girl.
"Uh, we don't have to-"
He'd only just uttered the words out when you slid into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, your warmth and sweet smell now all up in Jungkook's space.
He couldn't find it in himself to complain.
"You want this?" you had asked, using the alcohol in your veins to fuel your courage.
"Yes. So bad."
Jungkook said the words almost painfully and you found yourself giggling.
He was about to ask if he could kiss you when you literally crashed your lips onto his. You had underestimated how close you already were in the dark, and when you'd surged forward to kiss him, you'd found him much earlier than anticipated, your foreheads banging together.
"Fuck. Sorry."
Jungkook only laughed, settling his hands on your waist before, carefully, finding your lips again.
The groan that left you had Jungkook impossibly hard, though he suspected he had already been the second you planted your warm thighs on his lap.
Your soft hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss, and when your tongue fought against his, it was Jungkook's turn to groan.
Unfortunately for the two of you, your time had run out before you got past making out, interrupted by Namjoon opening the closet door with a blaring flashlight in hand.
Both you and Jungkook were still fully dressed, yet he had brought you against his chest to protect you, a sudden new instinct of his. You'd smiled into his neck, inhaling his scent and wishing you never had to leave his arms.
Though Jungkook had practically begged for your number and the chance to take you out, little had he known, you would've given him your number without much hesitation.
That first night had bloomed something new and exciting and you couldn't get enough of each other.
Jungkook lived and breathed you, and he bore the title of 'certified YN bottom' proudly.
He was utterly and absolutely whipped for you.
As fate would have it, you actually shared two classes and upon learning that fact, Jungkook made sure to walk with you to your lectures and linger when they ended so he could walk you to your next.
He took you to lunch whenever he could, and came over for movie nights on weekends. His favourite thing to do, other
Everything had been going smoothly. Almost too smoothly.
At another party like the rest, one you'd come to with Jungkook himself, your heart had sunk to your stomach when you'd walked into the kitchen, looking for a beer and the man you were starting to care about too much for your sanity, just to see him with another girls lips pressed against his own.
They pulled apart at the gasp of shock you let out, and when Jungkook saw you standing in the doorway, betrayal all over your face, he'd frozen. The girl who had just kissed him only smirked, venom in her smile as she looked at you while trailing a manicured hand over Jungkook's chest before leaving.
The silence in the kitchen was louder than the
music blaring in the room next door as the two of you stared at each other. You were waiting, begging, for him to explain, to tell you it wasn't what it looked like, that it was a misunderstanding.
Yet Jungkook stayed silent.
He didn't mean to. The words were right there, and he knew you would understand, because he knew your character. And still, his mouth wouldn't open.
With any other girl, this wouldn't have been a problem. Jungkook had never been exclusive with anyone, so he could kiss whoever he wanted, even if it made him seem like an asshole.
Except you weren't any other girl. You were the closest thing to exclusive that Jungkook had ever had, and it threw him in the deep end to see the look in your eyes.
It made him realise how serious the two of you had been getting, not that he was opposed to it, but it had spooked him. How much you were starting to take up space in his life.
And he had screwed it up. Not only that, but he let you think that he had kissed that girl voluntarily by not explaining straight away.
It was only when you turned on your heel and bolted for the door that Jungkook snapped out of his stupor. He followed you, calling your name, only to be ignored as you pushed past sweaty bodies to the front door.
When a tipsy stranger knocked into you, Jungkook levelled them with a glare and reached a hand out to steady you.
You flinched from his touch as if he had burned you and Jungkook felt a fracture in his heart.
You rushed down the front steps of the house, uncaring that it was the middle of the night, ready to run home and collapse onto your bed cursing yourself for being so stupid.
When the front door opened behind you, you turned, ready to yell at the man who had played with your heart, only to find his friend instead.
"I'll take you home," Namjoon said nodding to over to his car. He didn't mention anything, but given that he was there instead of Jungkook, you figured he knew why you needed the ride home.
The ride back to your dorm was quiet and you stare out into the darkness and think about what a mistake it was to get involved with someone like Jungkook. You'd known that first night the kind of man he was, yet you'd stupidly allowed yourself to get close.
To fall for his smiles and the way he comes over and brings you food while you study. To fall for his jokes and the way he strokes your back when you fall asleep together. To fall for him.
Jungkook's texts had remained unanswered since that night, and when he'd seen you in class, a hopeful smile on his face as he willed you to look in his direction, you wouldn't even give him the time of day.
You'd stopped going to parties, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had as well.
Nothing seemed worth doing if you weren't there to laugh at him when he did something stupid or to kiss him silly just for the sake of it. His friends had never seen him so affected by something, let alone a girl, and to say they were concerned would be an understatement.
It was killing him inside, and unbeknownst to Jungkook, it was killing you as well.
You'd vowed to stay away from parties since your falling out with Jungkook, but after much begging and persuasion from your friends, you find yourself at the end of semester get together
You try to enjoy it for the sake of your friends, but everything reminds you of that first night with Jungkook.
The beer pong in the garden, the couches on the patio, the godforsaken closet upstairs.
Since it was the end of the semester, the party is one of the most crowded ones you've been to. Faces seem to blur together in the dim distance, yet one makes it out clear as day.
Jeon Jungkook is here.
He hasn't seen you yet, and you hope he doesn't.
You tell yourself you want nothing to do with him, his lies or his deceit.
But why does your chest hurt seeing him without his usual smile? Why do you frown seeing him turn down drinks and offers to play games from his friends? Why does it affect you so much seeing him on the couch across the garden, mirroring your gloomy mood.
You're both miserable.
You should want him to be, right? Maybe you should go and find another handsome man to dance with, get back at him and make him think you've moved on. You want him to suffer like you have... but you also want to give him a hug. You want to slap him in the face for hurting you and kiss it better afterward. You want to throw eggs at his house but you also want to sleep in on weekends with him.
Truth was, you missed him. Missed the way he made you feel and the person you were becoming because of him. Not to mention the wicked way he used his tongue and hands.
At the dirty thoughts that suddenly bombard your mind, you take another swig of your beer.
Not wanting to risk being seen by Jungkook, you enter the house, hoping to find a bathroom to hide in until you can beg your friends to go home. Unluckily for you, the line for the bathroom downstairs is about 8 people long and you don't even want to try the bathroom upstairs, if the sounds coming from behind the door are enough are any give-away.
You wander around the house looking for somewhere to hide hang around, but the living room is too crowded with people dancing, and kitchen is too cramped to not look like a creep lingering.
"There you are, YN! Come on, we're playing games outside."
You'd just accepted defeat and made your way back outside when your friend, Jihyo, had ambushed you. Beer in one hand, she uses the other to drag you over to the couches where the rest of your friends and a group of guys you know all too well have gathered.
"Here she is! Found her," Jihyo exclaims once you've neared, letting go of your hand to go and sit by Taehyung, who puts a casual arm around her shoulders.
Jungkook looks up then and when your gazes clash, you feel a pang in your chest. He looks shocked to see you here, though before either of you can exchange what you assume will be the most awkward greeting in history, Jimin kicks off the games.
In a twenty minute game of two-truths-and-a-lie, you learn that Jungkook has never been in a long term relationship but he does want two kids in the future one day.
You can tell that Jungkook isn't really present in the games, giving answers when he has to, but pretty detached otherwise.
It's only when a bottle is brought out that the unspoken tension seems to heighten. When it's Jungkook's turn to spin, you pray to everything it doesn't land on you. Yet, the thought of him going into a closet with another girl is somehow worse.
You almost laugh when the bottle lands on you, the sick twisted irony of it all. Eyes look every which way, yet you don't say anything as you stand, heading inside the house.
You'd rather get it over and done with than make a big deal out of it. You're not sure if Jungkook is even following you until you're up the stairs and he mumbles something about a free bedroom down the hall.
When the closet door submerges you in darkness, you finally take notice of your pounding heartbeat. You will yourself to get a grip, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
"We can just sit here until it's over," Jungkook says from somewhere to your left.
"Sounds great."
Your hadn't meant to sound so bitter, but you don't tell him that.
The silence is suffocating, knowing he's here somewhere in the dark, yet neither of you are speaking.
"I know it's too late now, but I'm sorry."
You almost think you've imagined the words before Jungkook speaks again.
"When that girl kissed me... I wanted to throw up because she wasn't you, and even though we weren't together I was already yours in every way it counted."
Your heart is pounding in your chest again as he continues.
"When I saw you in the doorway, I knew I'd ruined everything, and you would never see me as anything more than a fuck-boy anymore... I could have explained right then and there, to save you the hurt, but I couldn't open my fucking mouth. The first girl I'm falling in love with and I ruined it before we even got to start."
Jungkook isn't sure what compelled him to spew his feelings out in one go, perhaps it's the safety of the darkness, or he felt that it was time for the explanation you deserved weeks ago, but he feels a weight off his chest now that it's out in the open.
When you don't say anything for a while, he thinks that you're past the brink of hatred toward him.
"You said falling, not fell..." you murmur out loud.
"As in you still are?" It's a stupid question, obviously he meant the past tense... right?.
"Trust me, I tried to get over you. I didn't deserve you, but you still take up most of the space in my thoughts."
When the door way opens, and Jimin's face appears against the light, Jungkook's face drops. He expects you to walk out without a backwards glance, but instead you tell Jimin you'll be down soon before slamming the door shut.
Your feelings are all a mess and before either of you leave this closet, you want Jungkook to know exactly how you feel too. Relieved that he hadn't kissed that girl voluntarily, irritated at all the miscommunication, happy that he had been and is still falling in love with you.
"I hate you for hurting me," you grumble.
"I know," Jungkook replies.
"I shouldn't do this," you grumble again.
"Shouldn't do what?-"
And then you're smashing your lips to his. Jungkook doesn't even care that you might have just broken his nose, all he cares is that he's kissing you again. Your lips are as soft as he's remembered, and when you settle on his lap, he relishes in the way you fit perfectly in his arms.
He almost growls when you break away.
"I'm falling in love with you too, asshole."
Jimin doesn't mention anything when the two of you come back downstairs, half an hour later, and no one seems to bat an eye when you sit beside each other looking much cosier than you had been before being locked in that closet together.
As more people start to head home for the night, the games make way for idle chatter on the couches, and you're content to lay your head against Jungkook's chest, his arm around you, as you listen to the conversations around you.
After talking and making up (and out), you realised that what you had with Jungkook was worth the trouble, and even if something happened that threatened your relationship again, he would always be yours, and you his.
Coming to this party, you weren't sure whether you were going to curse him out or take him back to your house.
One thing was for sure, you were gonna get him back.
anybody still here? LOL... hope you liked this little drabble please reblog if you do<333 it's also 4am help
hi! I hope you're having a wonderful day <3 I came to your profile after reading "letting off steam" 'cause I loved it so much π₯Ί and I realized that I had already read your stories in the past, that at the time I also found them wonderful, I don't know if you are receiving requests and I am sorry for bothering you if you are not, but, could you write some other story about JungKook in f1? π
wow thank you kind soul!! i actually have a few drafts of f1 jungkook so i'll be sure to tag you when i post them :')
It's been years since Jungkook left to pursue his dream of being a volleyball star, and while you couldn't be happier for him, you missed that love in your life. Years after your breakup, just when you finally think you might be okay without him, he comes back. After falling back into old patterns, you realise that Jungkook is a love worth fighting for.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: second chances au | fluff, angst, smut
word count: 18k+ (2.3k for this teaser)
tags: volleyball player! jungkook, lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, tba!
read the first teaser here!
teaser 2!
A month goes past of living with Jungkook and in those few odd weeks a genuine friendship had bloomed again between you, and soon enough you're looking forward to coming home and the impromptu movie nights you sometimes have.
You start to notice more and more of his belongings around the apartment, like his toothbrush beside yours in the bathroom, his shoes on top of yours in the pile beside the door, little things that feel so awfully domestic you have to remind yourself not to ruin it by imagining it as something it isn't and never will be.
You don't realise just how used to his presence you are until you come home from a day at the office to an empty apartment, lights off besides the one lamp in the living room hinting at the absence of a certain brown haired man.
His bed is still neatly made, like it was in the morning when you'd woken up to find Jungkook cooking breakfast.
Despite your best efforts to wake up earlier and be a good host and cook breakfast, he always beat you to it, a plate of bacon and eggs always ready for you in the morning.
Toeing off your shoes, you collapsed down onto the couch with an exasperated sigh.
While the last few weeks had been fun and you were glad Jungkook was your friend again, he was just a friend and there was an itch that needed to be scratch and a desire that needed to be satisfied that you couldn't ask of your newly reintroduced friend.
There were times where you'd tried to satiate yourself in the privacy of your bedroom, but it had always felt too dirty to do anything with Jungkook just outside the door.
The thought of being heard was too mortifying for you to get anywhere.
But tonight, in the buzzing atmosphere of a city nightclub, you let your hips sway like no one was watching.
Because tonight, you looked hot.
And tonight, you were going to get laid.
In a maroon red dress that reached your lower thighs, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly, and heels to match, you looked nothing short of ravishing. Your hair was out, flowing over your shoulders in soft curls and making you look angelic under the ambient lights of the club.
"Find anyone yet?"
You turn at the sound of Hari's voice, meeting her kind eyes as she grins at you expectantly.
You'd dragged her out tonight, calling her as soon as you got home and asking if she wanted to have a night out on the town, and ever the party girl, she'd said yes. You made sure to invite Jimin, knowing he'd have your asses if you left him out on a club night, but he had other plans, telling you to have fun without him with a frown and a wink.
"Not yet," you reply, looking out across the club floor.
While you did find eyes on you more than once, entertaining the advances that men made on you throughout the night, you hadn't felt a real spark with anyone and even if you were just looking for a hook up, you had to have at least a little decorum.
It took you a year after things ended with Jungkook to even think about being with anyone else, and even then your relationships never made it past a month or two. There was always something missing, it never seemed to feel 100% right.
So you settled for the temporary high that relationships and hookups gave you, hoping that you'd find that 100% when the stars aligned.
"You'll find someone!" Hari encourages before being whisked away by the guy she'd been gravitating toward the whole night, laughing as the tall blonde led her back out onto the dance floor.
You watch as she disappears into the the crowd and only when she fades against all the other silhouettes do you let your smile drop as you realise you probably weren't going to get laid tonight.
You'd been here for two hours, and there was only so much one could take before their social battery died and all they wanted to do was go home and pass out in the warmth of their blankets.
The two hours of drinks and dancing finally start to affect your depth perception and as you make your way back from the bathroom, the low lighting of the hallway causes you to trip on nothing and stumble forward.
A surprised noise leaves your lips when you crash into a broad chest, your arms come up to stabilise yourself. Whoever's chest you found yourself leaning against was warm and smelled nice. Tropical.
"Yn?"
Your head snaps up, eyes blinking rapidly as they focus on the unexpected face.
"Jungkook?" you ask with a quiet gasp as if your eyes might be playing a trick on you.
"What are you doing here?"
You hadn't seen him at the club at all, though your attention had been focused on what was in front of you, namely the men you were dancing with.
You're too comfortable with the warm weight around your back and the hand holding your arm to steady you, making no move to push him away.
Jungkook just stares down at you for a beat before clearing his throat.
"You called me.." he answers and your brows knit together in confusion.
"What? I never called-"
A rush of heat flames his cheeks as Jungkook watches you reach into the top of your dress, pulling out your phone. Your brows crease as you unlock it, looking at your recent calls and true enough, there was an outgoing call to Jungkook from twenty minutes ago.
"All I could hear was background noise so I wasn't sure if you'd meant to call me.." he says, runningΒ guya hand down the back of his neck awkwardly.
"But I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Ugh. Why did he have to be so considerate?
"From what I heard on the phone, I assumed you were at a club and this is the only one I know you've been to so I thought I'd come here first."
You were way too drunk for this.
Too drunk for his kindness and the onslaught of feelings that it brought.
There were at least ten different clubs in this part of the city alone, what if you hadn't been here? Would he have gone to all of them looking for you?
You didn't want to know the answer to that question, because it would just make you love him even more. And you couldn't love him anymore.
"Are you drunk? Do you want me to take you home?"
A gentle hand brushes the hair out of your face as Jungkook takes in your figure. Flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, clinging onto him like you'd fall if you let go.. you were definitely more than a little tipsy.
You can't stop staring at him, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt where they're pressed against his chest. Your fingers twitch with the need to touch his face, brush over the scar on his left cheek, the only imperfection on his otherwise perfect face.
Sure you were drunk, but you could still appreciate beauty.
"Come on," he smiles, moving your hand to his bicep as he walks you back to the main part of the club.
You cling onto him drowsily, coming down from your high and crashing straight into exhaustion.
"I'll be right back, stay here, alright?"
A gentle thumb caresses your cheek and you lean into the touch before it disappears. You manage to nod and watch as Jungkook disappears into the crowd, finding Hari amongst all the moving bodies.
He stands there awkwardly for a moment, waiting for her to turn her attention from the blonde she's dancing with and notice him.
She does a double take when she sees Jungkook standing in front of her, surprised to see him here of all places. Taking in his appearance, he wasn't exactly dressed for the club scene. Black bomber jacket and cargo pants, he looked like he came straight from an illegal car race.
"I'm taking Yn home!" he shouts over the music, melting Hari's confused expression into one of understanding.
Craning her head over the crowd of people, she sees you leaning against a wall by the entrance staring awkwardly down at your feet.
"Thank you!" she shouts back, sincerity in her voice.
Ever since the breakup, she hadn't exactly been his biggest fan.. but for him to come and take you home- which she knew you hadn't planned- Hari could appreciate that Jungkook still cared about you.
"What about Hari?" you ask as Jungkook appears in front of you again and offers his arm.Β
Even drunk you looked out for your friends.
Jungkook assures you that she had told him she was okay to get home when he had asked. Happy with his answer you let him lead you through the entrance and out the doors of the club.
The cold air sobers you just a little and a shiver wracks through you as the breeze carries through the night, brushing against the bare skin of your arms before it winds down the city streets.
Your hand is suddenly cold, missing the contact when Jungkook shrugs out of his jacket before draping it over your shoulders. Warmth blankets around you and his scent fills your senses, somehow comforting and tormenting at the same time.
You mumble out a thank you before Jungkook takes your hand again, leading you the rest of the way to his car.
"Just a bit longer sweetheart," Jungkook murmurs softly.
Kneeling on the floor beside your bed, he removes your heels one by one and caresses your feet, which he knows would be in pain from all the dancing.
It was a miracle that you hadn't fallen asleep in the half hour it took Jungkook to drive from the club back to your apartment, but it was starting to become a challenge to stay awake when you were perched on top of your soft blankets, and the way Jungkook was massaging your feet only pushed you closer to sleep.
You barely register his words before you're being pulled up onto your feet, which are now in socks.
You grumble out a whine, making a move to fall back into bed before Jungkook stops you by sliding his arm around your waist to keep you upright.
"I need to change you, Yn."
You definitely heard that.
You can't find it in you to protest, too tired and desperate to just pass out on your bed.
You were way past feeling embarrassed at the thought of Jungkook seeing you naked, but the idea of it was still mortifying.
You let out a non-commital sound letting him know it was okay, and Jungkook carefully slides the zipper of your dress down. His fingers graze the sides of your thighs as he drags the fabric down, making you inhale sharply. His touch is like electricity on your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
He helps you step out of the dress and your eyes are too close to shut to see where he goes when he steps away.
You suddenly feel awkward standing in nothing but your underwear, swaying the way that drunk people do.
You ease a fraction when you feel his presence in front of you again. Jungkook helps you into a hoodie and sweats, being incredibly patient as you take your time putting your legs into your pants, gripping onto his shoulders tightly.
After removing your makeup and making you drink an entire glass of water, Jungkook tucks you into bed, fluffing your pillows and bringing the covers up to your chin just how you like them.
When he's sure you'll be okay, he reaches for the switch to your lamp but it's your soft voice calling out to him that makes him freeze.
"I miss this."
He stares down at you, almost thinking he imagined the words when he sees your eyes closed, blinking as he waits for you to continue. He laughs quietly to himself when he realises you probably dozed off.
"Miss what?" he asks quietly.
He stares at the soft features of your face as he waits for a reply.
"This. You taking care of me."
The next seconds are quiet enough that the cracking of his heart can be heard over your gentle breathing. Guilt slams into him, every thing that's been hanging over him for months comes down and crushes him under the weight.
He'd thought you'd moved on, you'd made it seem that way. But he should've known from the first night when you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him before you were running out of the club into the cold.
He'd blamed it on the alcohol and built up emotions, but Jungkook knew now that there was still a million things that needed to be said.
This was the first time you'd ever brought up the past, always avoiding saying anything that would remind you of another time.
A past where you didn't have to walk on eggshells around each other, afraid of doing or saying something that would cross the line between friends and lovers.
A past where you could bring up inside jokes and they'd just be jokes, not a reminder of what used to be and the people you were.
A past where he didn't need to be afraid of loving you.
He hoped you wouldn't remember this in the morning. He'd already done enough, barging in on your life and being selfish enough to stay here. If you realised how vulnerable you'd been by bringing up the past, you'd be wrecked.
And if meant you could have your peace of mind, he'd hurt enough for the both of you.
Leaning down, Jungkook smooths a hand over your hair before placing a kiss on your forehead.
"Goodnight, Yn."
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ΰ¨ΰ§ see what you want to see, but all i see is him right now
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
You're late.
For once in your college career, you're late.
Blame your friends for dragging you out on a school night and not letting you go home until almost midnight- it took two iced mochas to pump you with enough energy to make it pass your door.
Entering the classroom, you let out a sigh when the professor doesn't berate you in front of the entire class. Instead, he looks at you with passive indifference, silently beckoning you to find a seat.
The Visual Arts course required a more practical classroom rather than an auditorium, organised with high tables that sat two people- it had the messy kind of aesthetic you would expect in a K-Drama.
When you look to your usual table, you cry a little inside seeing blocks of clay and newspaper scattered on top of it. Though, given how late you were, you felt that it had been deserved.
Scanning the classroom, you're mortified to find that the only spare seat in the class is next to him.
Tattoos, piercings, the hint of muscles beneath his shirt- Jeon Jungkook is everything you should stay away from.
You had walked in on your first day, surprised to say the least when you saw him at a table. He was the last person you expected to take an arts course but Jungkook had surprised you, becoming one of the top students in the class with his unique art style which blew you away every time.
As if feeling you glaring into the side of his head, he lifts his eyes, meeting yours almost immediately. He gives you a smile that hits you right in the stomach- damn him.
You hear the professor cough awkwardly, signalling to you that you need to find a seat.
Reluctantly, you make your way to his table and sit down beside Jungkook, avoiding his curious gaze as you try to listen in to the rest of the lesson.
Today was theory, and since you'd done the pre-reading, there wasn't much to be missed.
Maybe it's your lack of sleep, or the certain distraction beside you, but you can't seem to find it in you to pay attention to the words of your professor.
No matter how straight you sit up and act like the principles of clay are the most interesting topic on the planet, your mind wanders off.
When you hear a chuckle from beside you, your head snaps towards Jungkook.
"What?" you ask in a whisper, not trying to get called on to answer a question for talking, knowing you wouldn't have the first clue to the answer.
"You're on the edge of your seat," he comments, grinning down at you like it's hilarious.
"If you sit anymore forward, you'll fall right off."
Rolling your eyes, you take in his own posture. Jungook was leaning back in his chair, looking more relaxed than you've been in your entire life. Yet, something told you he was still paying attention.
You knew he did well in school, no matter how shocking it was that the boy who partied and slacked off in class got straight As.
"C'mon babe, you can relax."
Your head snaps back to the front of the room, hoping Jungkook can only see the back of your head and not the heat creeping onto your cheeks.
It's five minutes later, with your professor still rambling on, that his words really win you over.
Scooting back, you let yourself relax into your seat.
From beside you, Jungkook gives you a smug smile.
"Better right?"
"Mhm."
Sitting beside Jungkook wasn't as bad as you had thought it would be. He didn't even flirt with you that much, although he did call you 'babe' a few times, each time bringing the same heat to rise on your cheeks.
He had even offered you his notes to help answer the questions from today's theory work.
The second part of the lesson was always practical, and today you were experimenting with sculpting. Discarding your chairs, you roll up your sleeves and get straight down to business.
While you're fighting hard not to break a sweat as you battle the stiff clay, Jungkook hardly blinks as he start kneading the clay and moulding it into shapes.
After some huffing and puffing, you suddenly feel his eyes on you.
"Need some help?" he asks.
"Nope. Doing. Just. Fine."
His laugh is the first thing you hear before you feel his presence unnervingly close to you.
You almost gasp when he slips one hand beneath each of yours, lacing your fingers together.
"There's your problem, your hands aren't warm enough. The clay won't be mouldable."
Throughout much of high-school and even some of college, guys overly mansplained things to you as if you couldn't comprehend them, but Jungkook's tone didn't belittle you or make you feel stupid. He was just telling you what you needed to know.
He squeezes your hands in his for a moment before pulling his hand away. He beckons toward the clay, urging you to try moulding it now, and unsurprisingly the clay is much easier to shape in just a few seconds.
You silently wonder why Jungkook didn't just warm the clay up for you, but you were thankful that he didn't try to peg you as the damsel in distress.
Before you know it, an hour and a half has passed and your clay elephant and Jungkook's mushroom are standing proudly on the desk.
The hallway is crowded as you make your way to your next class, the chatter almost too loud for you to hear your name being called. Looking over your shoulder, you see none other than Jungkook jogging to catch up to you.
"Hey."
"Hey?"
You almost look around wondering if he was calling someone with the same name as you, but you can't mistake the boyish grin he looks at you with.
"Do you have any plans tonight?" he asks, hooking an arm around your shoulders to usher you to keep walking.
You quickly realise that if you'd stay still just a moment longer, one of the football throwing jocks would have bulldozed right over you.
"Probably just reading class material, why?"
Your confusion must be funny since Jungkook laughs softly.
"Let's get dinner together," he suggests, making your eyes bulge out of your head.
Did Jeon Jungkook really just ask you to dinner?
"You want to go to dinner with me?" you ask, looking up at him.
"I mean yeah, that's why I asked..." his hand comes up to scratch the back of his head, and you realise it's the first time you've ever seen Jungkook look so timid.
Jeon Jungkook. Campus heart-crusher Jeon Jungkook. Has a new girl on his arm every party Jeon Jungkook.
Before you can voice your hesitation, someone calls Jungkook's name from across the hall, tearing both your attention and Jungkook's to a certain brown haired man.
You recognise Kim Taehyung's face through the crowd, waving at you and flashing you his box smile.
"Yo Kook! You still getting the beer for the party tonight?"
While the two communicate through loud shouts, you take the mention of a party as your cue to leave. Jungkook was probably only asking you to dinner because he had nothing better to do. He probably just forgot about the party he was clearly needed at.
You push past the doors and start down the footpath towards the other cluster of buildings across campus when Jungkook is once again calling your name.
"Sorry about that," he says with his boyish smile, falling into step beside you.
"So tonight? Dinner?"
His adamancy about this dinner is throwing you off, especially when you hadn't even interacted with Jungkook enough for him to be practically begging.
"Don't you need to get beer for the party?" you ask.
"I can get that done by 6:30 and still be in time to pick you up at 7," he replies smoothly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"You don't want to go to the party?"
You can't even mask your surprise, looking up at him to see if he's playing a joke on you.
"I'm sure you'd enjoy that way more than dinner with me," you laugh.
"Nah."
One word, so casually, so confident. You actually believe him.
"Okay, fine. Dinner tonight."
Jungkook all but leaps into the air with a fist up, his elation enough to make a passer-by believe he'd just won the lottery.
You finally reach the English department for your next class, but you stop before the door and turn to face Jungkook.
You stare at him fully, trying to grasp what he was playing at. Unable to read him, you sigh and start walking to the door and with one final look over your shoulder, your words are half a demand and a wish.
"Remember, 7 PM. Don't be late!"
He's late.
You'd felt bad earlier for letting his reputation and rumours make you question his intentions, but now he was just living up to them.
You'd spent an hour getting ready, and were horrified to find yourself smiling more than once as you imagined how the night would turn out. You couldn't help it, you were excited.
Every minute is a laugh in your face as you wait on the couch. Maybe he had found someone at the party worth staying for.
You felt stupid for believing you really could be different.
You're just about to give up and wallow in bed while cursing men when your doorbell rings.
You have half a mind to ignore him but you also can't help but be curious to see how he tries to save himself.
The door opens to a guilty looking Jungkook, whose eyes light up just seeing you, as if he had expected you to never talk to him again.
Arms crossed over your chest, you take him in.
His hair is a little disheveled like he run his hand through it one too many times on the drive over here. Wearing a simple white Nike t-shirt and black cargo pants, he was making it a lot harder to stay upset.
It also didn't help that he smelled so fucking good.
"Baby-"
You cut him off, pinning with a look that says 'try again'. He winces at your coldness, though he knows its deserved.
"Yn."
"You're late."
"I know, and I'm so fucking sorry. You don't know how fast I drove to get here," he says, looking genuinely distraught.
A part of you feels petty for not wanting to hear him out. Your pride was wounded and maybe it would be better to stay home.
"It's fine, you can just go back to the party."
You're about to close the door in his face when he steps into the doorway, a hurt expression on his face.
"Please, give me another chance. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you," he practically begs, looking and sounding close to falling to his knees.
"Fuck, I even got you flowers because I didn't want you to be upset."
You had realised earlier that you never told Jungkook where you lived. You're not sure exactly how he managed to get your number, you think from one of your friends who share a course with him, but he had messaged you earlier and gotten it.
You'd made sure to tell him not to get you flowers (you felt pretentious assuming he would in the first place) because flowers were for dates and this definitely wasn't a date.
Except when he pulls out the bouquet, you almost just forget everything. He could have half assed it and bought supermarket owned flowers, but he went all out. You're not sure where he managed to get such a beautiful arrangement on short notice, but the longer you look at them, the less upset you feel.
"You think you can win me over with flowers?" you chide, except even Jungkook can tell your resolve is crumbling.
"Is it working?" he asks with a smile when he notices your expression is more lighthearted.
"Yes."
You're glad Jungkook took you to eat somewhere casual enough that you didn't feel like you couldn't talk, but fancy enough that you weren't just eating fast food. A good middle ground served for the conversation that came easy between you while you waited for your food to come.
Jungkook explains why he was late, which you assure him he is forgiven for, and he tells you that he'll still spend however long it takes to make it up to you.
After dinner you split the bill because it still definitely isn't a date, much to Jungkook's dismay.
You spend the rest of the night walking along the boardwalk, seeming to never run out of things to talk about.
You steal a photo of Jungkook being scammed into playing a carnival game. You also capture the moment he turns around, grinning at you after he managed to knock down all of the pins.
He snaps a photo of you holding the massive teddy bear that almost takes up half of the frame.
He tells you to keep it as an early birthday present because this definitely isn't a date, even though he says it as he winks at you.
When the end of the night draws near, Jungkook asks if you want to go on the ferris where which you immediately say yes to.
He leaves the teddy bear by the operator and you're too eager to get on that you miss the $10 he slips to the guy to make the wheel stop when you're at the top.
Jungkook gets in beside you, resting his arm along the back of your seat because it's 'more comfortable'.
The wheel starts moving, and your eyes dart every which way trying to capture all the sights as you rise higher and higher.
You point out buildings in the distance and Jungkook smiles
When you reach the top you almost burst out laughing when the ride comes to a stop.
Turning to Jungkook, you roll your eyes at his cheesy smile. You're aware your smile is just as big.
"Of course you did," you tease, even as you find yourself moving just a margin closer.
"What can I say? I'm a romantic," he says playfully.
You can't lie and say you had expected any of this to happen tonight. Some parts were cliche, sure, but some parts were also just so genuine, so Jungkook.
People can see what they want to see and say what they want to say about him, but in this moment all you see is Jungkook.
Jungkook who won you a giant teddy bear even after being scammed $15 for it. Jungkook who paid for your icecream even though this isn't a date. Jungkook who paid the operator of the ferris wheel to stop when you were at the top.
Maybe it's the kind of cliche where the smart girl does fall for the bad boy. He'll drive you home, walk you to your front step and kiss you goodnight.
Maybe it's the kind of cliche where you want him to.
"This still isn't a date."
The words are said as a joke but Jungkook doesn't have time to laugh before you're pressing your lips to his.
His hand immediately cups your cheek, holding you close as he reciprocates.
And boy does he reciprocate.
His lips are soft against yours and when you sigh softly Jungkook slides his tongue into your mouth.
It's the kind of kiss that takes your breath away and leaves you both panting afterwards. Jungkook smiles at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from when the kiss had turned heated and sloppy.
"Definitely not a date."
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Jeon Jungkook is so dead.
You don't care about the fact that you're barging through the men's locker room or that fifteen pairs of eyes are on you as you walk past them and right up to a smug face that lights up when it sees you.
"Hey, baby."
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you come to stand right in front of him. The height difference has your head tilting up.
"Did you like the flowers?" he asks, throwing a shirt on over his head. His hair is wet from a shower, that along with the smell of his soap is making being mad at him all the more difficult.
"Yes, they were beautiful. Thank you," you grumble, feeling your goal slipping away from you with every word.
You'd barged in here, flustered after what had happened just mere moments before, but Jungkook had a way of distracting you and making you lose all rationality.
Jungkook was captain of the hockey team, and you'd come to watch his game like the proud girlfriend you were.
Never one to parade your relationship around, not many people knew that you and Jungkook were dating. He was popular and major-league bound, so you weren't the only one with his name and number on your back, so you weren't worried about being called out.
However, someone had other plans.
At the beginning of the game, someone had handed you a bouquet of flowers, with a suggestive note from Jungkook detailing what he wanted to do if he won. You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face and pocketed the note.
After three periods on the edge of your seat, Jungkook scored the game-winning goal. Everyone in the stadium had erupted in their seats, screaming and cheering, and just as the noise had started to simmer, Jungkook lifted his hockey stick and pointed it right at you, yelling out 'I love you, baby!'.
The stadium had erupted again.
Your cheeks had never been so hot, thankfully the stadium had cleared out not long after the whole incident.
You immediately went down to the change rooms to give him a piece of your mind. You were lucky that you'd barged in when all the guys had at least boxers or more on.
When Jungkook first saw you, he was surprised, but a part of him knew you would have something to say about his declaration of love on the ice.
Your fire was one thing he loved about you most.
When you came storming in, looking like you were ready to tear him a new one, he was smitten. He didn't care if his friends were watching, or the fact that he knew they would give him shit for it later, Jungkook didn't care.
When you're in front of him, little else matters.
"Did you enjoy pulling that little stunt?" you ask, resolve already crumbling as Jungkook wraps his arms lazily around your waist, holding you flush against him.
"I did, actually," he replies smugly.
"I got to tell the world that I'm in love with you."
Ugh, you hated his charming words.
"Now all your fangirls will be after me," you joke, deciding to abandon your fake annoyance. It's not like you were getting anywhere anyway.
"You don't need to worry about them. You know you're my dream girl."
By now, the rest of the guys have moved on, deciding to give you two some privacy as they finish getting changed. Not that you're paying them any attention when Jungkook is right in front of you.
"You're so cheesy, Jeon Jungkook."
Your words carry a teasing tone to them, despite the butterflies that erupt in your chest at just how much his words affect you.
The smiles on your faces are identical as Jungkook leans in for a kiss.
"What can I say? I'm just a man in love."
short lil drabble for you guys, let me know if you enjoyed it :)
summary: you've been at odds with the crown prince ever since you were children, but feelings change and the light you see him in changes too. how long can you keep up this pretense of hatred?
word count: 3.7k
warnings: cherry!koo bc that deserves a warning, kind of some emotional constipation?, explicit smutβ b**bie fondling, or*l f receiving, f-ngering, missionary, hitting it from the back, unprotected s*x (you better not), dw theres aftercare :)
what's the point of crying? it was never even love
did you ever want me? was i ever good enough?
You hate how good he looks right now, simply leaning against the wall, an aloof smile on his pretty face as he holds court with his infuriating charm and ever bright personality. The dukes and duchesses eat up his every admission and hang onto every word of his sentences, making you roll your eyes as you watch them from across the room.
He holds a fluke of champagne in his hand, half full despite your knowing of his dislike of the liquor.
As if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes lift and wander curiously across the room before meeting yours. Expecting you to back down and look away, a look of pleasant surprise comes across his face when you hold his stare.
Your heart skips under his watchful gaze, his eyes caressing your skin from the tips of your fingers to your covered shoulders and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His eyes flick back up to yours, and you realise that not once throughout his assessment of you did he pause his conversation with his company. His mouth continues to move and the men and women crowded around him take no notice that his attention is elsewhere- on you.
A manicured hand slides up his chest, pretentious and outright trying to state its claim on him.
You'd seen her pin straight blonde hair before, at balls and other social events, but she never deserved more than a polite smile from you- she was just another social climber wrapped in faux elegance.
His face betrays no emotion, but his eyes hold yours from across the room as if gauging your reaction. He watches you lazily with an air of arrogance, and your hands buzz with the desire to slap him across his irritating face.
As if you could care less who he had on his arm.
You regard each other, waiting to see who will look away first.
It won't be you.
His mouth tugs up in a smile, as if sensing the fire burning within you, which burns infinitely hotter seeing his amused face.
Damn him.
"This looks like the most intense staring contest I've ever seen."
Dark eyes move away first, his attention fixing back on his company and you smile as you turn to the deep voice.
"Namjoon," you nod up at the tall duke.
His dimple peeks out as he smiles down at you, making a comment about how comfortable you look perched on the couch before joining you.
"So what's with you and the prince? I can feel the sexual tension rolling off of you."
Ever the playful instigator, you roll your eyes at his blatant need to gossip.
You've known Namjoon since you were both children, before you had to wear the burden of responsibility that came with your nobilities. When you could play around in the courtyard or sneak into the kitchen and steal from the cookie jar.
Growing up together, you knew you could always depend on him to run away with you from the over-the-top galas or the boring dinners.
While the socialites interacted amongst themselves, the two of you would be in the corner of the room judging anyone and everyone.
There was a small circle of people you considered acquaintances, and an even smaller circle of people you could call friends.
But you'd take a handful of genuine people over dozens of superficial friendships anyway.
"Nothing's up with us, you know how much I hate him."
Namjoon regards you with a skeptical look that you ignore, waving down one of the catering staff and plucking an hors d'oeuvres off the tray.
"I'm not buying it," he hums, taking one for himself.
"I see the way you've been looking at each other lately- it definitely doesn't look like hate."
You narrow your eyes at him, despite wondering yourself how much truth his words carry.
Perhaps it was because he knew you so well, knew of the mutual dislike you and the prince held for each other ever since you were children.
In all honesty, you're not sure where exactly your indifference came from but for as long as you can remember, the crown prince has always been the one you find yourself bantering with.
Although you don't carry any real enmity towards him, you found it easier to annoy each other with jabs and jests than to not.
He was the crown prince, and while you held a title of nobility yourself, he was always just one level above you, he always would be.
Perhaps it was the fact that he knew how important he was, or at least carried himself that way. He was expected to act a certain way, and while he did most of the time, he also liked to rebel in the smallest of ways, pushing boundaries until someone was bound to break.
But he was a royal, very few people could touch him, and he knew that. He knew he was untouchable.
He liked to play games, finding the most amusement in playing them with you. So casually cruel in the name of being honest, his favourite pastime was riling you up until you'd snap at him, enjoying your fire when it was directed at him.
As children, it was all fairly innocent- he'd pull on your braids and you'd steal his extra piece of panna cotta when he wasn't looking. As you got older, more avenues opened up for you to mess with each other.
Every courtier or suitor would be driven away by the prince's incessant meddling, spewing lies about how you grew horns and turned into a beast at night or that your farts smelled like mouldy bread. While no one actually believed him, you never heard back from them after the night.
It's almost comical how palace staff are warned when the two of you are under the same roof, made to be weary of the ultimate prank war that you've been in your whole lives.
Endless teasing and outright arrogance made his face ever so punchable.
While you ran in the same tight-knit circle and saw each other more often than not, you weren't as close as you were with the others.
Now that you were older, more responsibility weighed you down, and you were both expected to play your parts.
The ever obedient daughter, you played yours while Jungkook got to mess around and spew nonsense about his duties that everyone ate up because they weren't exactly listening, too busy fawning over his charming looks and playboy personality.
It didn't help that he was actually good looking.
Thinking back to Namjoon's words, you wonder how that could ever be true. If anything, after the events that had perspired a few weeks ago, he should only be able to see the absolute bitterness in your eyes when you see the crown prince.
"Trust me, Joon, we're definitely not in love."
The buzz of the ballroom was finally beginning to dwindle, dukes and marquesses alike starting to call it a night, bidding their goodbyes to the royal family before making their way out.
You'd spent most of the night with Namjoon, snickering as you watched people bend over backwards trying to force some semblance of elegance.
The corridors were empty now, save for the staff passing through packing up the event.
After using the washroom, you wander down the hallways, the lighting dim enough to confuse your tired and faintly tipsy brain.
Turning one of the corners, you stop short upon seeing a certain head of dark hair leaning against the opposite wall.
"Your highness," you bow, miscalculating the action and fumbling slightly before you right yourself, giggling quietly to yourself.
Was it your imagination or did the prince's arms flinch forward as if ready to catch you?
"So formal," the prince murmurs, standing upright and stalking forwards to where you were stood.
He offers his arm and for some reason you hesitate, wondering whether touching him was a particularly good idea. But then he gazes down at you with those soft eyes, no malice hidden behind them, and you find yourself taking his arm anyway.
"I'll escort you to your room."
"How noble of you."
"You know me, always saving pretty damsels and slaying dragons."
You snicker. He laughs.
The endless walk through the corridors is silent, neither of you having anything of real importance to say to each other.
The question of why the prince had been in the corridor in the first place lingers in your mind, but you've come to know better than to expect him to answer your questions.
When you reach the landing of the third floor, the prince's steps slow until you've reached just outside your door.
You open it without a word, strolling inside, ready to be done with the night and sleep all the way through to brunch.
The prince lingers in the doorway and you see him thinking over something in his head through the reflection of your vanity mirror.
"What is it Jungkook?"
The use of his name so casually has him turning his head up at you, a grin forming on his face.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
His eyes follow you as you toe off your shoes, throwing them rather carelessly to the foot of your dresser. Sitting down at your vanity, you grab a wipe, swiping at your eyes to remove your makeup as you contemplate your answer.
"You know how I feel about those social events," you say.
He did.
On the off chance you felt like getting along, the two of you would sneak away in the middle of galas or dinners, running off to the gardens under the cover of darkness and hiding where no one could find you.
Just for a few hours, you could leave behind all the ass kissing and artificiality and pretend that you weren't who you were.
You'd skip rocks across the pond, mock nobility, or listen to Jungkook and his endless knowledge about constellations and argue over where they were in the sky.
Stolen moments like those- you'd never tell him- but you saved them for the bad days.
Movement in the mirror has your eyes meeting his in the reflection, watching as he approaches from behind.
He reaches a tentative hand up to unclasp the necklace you had been fumbling with, his warm touch leaving tingles when his fingers brush against the skin of your neck.
"Thanks."
Was your voice always this breathy?
"What about yourself? That pretty blonde make it worth your while?"
You hate the unfamiliar feeling the thought of him spending time with another girl brings, but you'd sooner take it to the grave than acknowledge it.
"She can't seem to take the hint that I'm not interested," he shrugs, silently removing the pins from your hair.
"But you're always interested," you tease.
As the crown prince, he obviously couldn't sleep around. But the rules never said anything about casual flings where he could woo girls with his flirty words and kick them to the curb when he was bored.
Growing up, people rarely saw him for more than being their next ruler. Girls saw him as something they could conquer, dig their claws into and hang on his arm and pray they became relevant.
Sure he was arrogant and cocky, but people seemed to forget he was a human being.
While you wouldn't hesitate to push him in the pool or leave him locked out in the snow, a part of you felt for him. He had never found a meaningful connection with anyone, and even if he kept up the pre-tense of the heartbreaker prince there was a secret romantic hidden in his playboy persona.
"Feelings change."
Oddly cryptic and vague.
"Did you want something, Jungkook? I'm rather tired."
Coming to a stand, you reach behind your back for the strings of your dress. You had a lady in waiting who would have been helping you, but you'd all but threatened Marie to retire early for the night, knowing how hard she worked to making you look presentable earlier.
Jungkook's hands beat you to it, tugging lightly on the ribbon to free you.
"Just wanted to see you."
Again, oddly cryptic and vague.
As he unlaces your corset, you can't help the heavy breath that escapes you once your lungs aren't being constantly squeezed by the garment.
Your eyes clash in the mirror, not a word leaving either of you as the straps of your dress are pushed down your shoulders, the fabric pooling by your waist.
You're quite aware that your front is bared, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Your breath becomes laboured as you anticipate his next move. Though, his eyes never stray from yours, holding your gaze as the tension in the room builds.
"Jungkook-"
The word comes out in a breathy whimper before he tilts your head and crashes his mouth to yours. You feel the groan in his throat as he claims your mouth with his, your tongues clashing for dominance.
A large palm comes up and cups your breast, squeezing the flesh and drawing a moan from you. He twists a hardened bud between his thumb and finger before giving the same attention to the other.
In a blur, the rest of your dress is on the ground and Jungkook has you pinned on the bed as his mouth explores your neck.
He nips and kisses at your skin- sometimes you wonder if he leaves marks because he knows you'll have to cover them up.
"Should've known you only came here for this," you grit out just as he reaches your breasts. Taking a breast into his mouth, his wet and warm tongue circles around your hardened bud before sucking hard.
He comes away with a lewd pop, and the image of him with saliva glistening on his mouth makes you just that much more aroused.
"Didn't seem to be a problem last week when you were coming around my cock," he shoots back, moving down your body until he's kneeling between your spread thighs.
Despite his image of poise and virtue, his mouth could be equally as filthy.
"Tell me to stop and it stops."
You don't.
He smiles.
Leaning down, he places open mouth kisses against the inside of your thighs, always inching closer and never reaching exactly where you want him.
You slide your hands into his hair, palming the soft cherry coloured strands- another one of his acts of rebellion.
You open your mouth to protest, the words stolen out of your mouth by Jungkook finally dragging his tongue up your centre, the groan he lets out vibrating against you and making you shudder.
He eats you like a man starved, neither of you caring how sloppy it is, not when it feels so good and you taste so sweet. Hiking your thighs up over his shoulders, Jungkook devours you, showing no mercy as he slides two fingers into you with ease.
They stretch you out deliciously, and when he curls them just right he hits that spot that has you seeing stars.
The feeling of him pumping into you along with the way he abuses your swollen nub with his mouth brings you to an orgasm embarrassingly quick.
Waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes squeezing closed as Jungkook helps you ride out your orgasm.
The crown prince emerges from between your legs, wide grin on his mouth as your arousal coats his chin and all around his lips.
"You good?" he asks, kissing the inside of your knee before sitting up.
"Mhm."
He leans forward, capturing your mouth in his once more. You sit up, unbuttoning his dress shirt impatiently while he chuckles into the kiss at your eagerness.
The shirt falls away, revealing smooth skin upon smooth skin. The prince can't help but smirk against your lips at how you all but spill drool onto his stomach. His toned, chiseled stomach.
You push a hand against his chest and throw a leg around his waist to turn the prince until he's laying against your pillows and you're above him straddling his hips.
The sudden confidence has his face lighting up in surprise, a complaint nowhere to be found as he places his palms on your waist, his touch searing against your skin.
But oh so gentle.
With hooded eyes, the crown prince watches the way your head tips back and your lips part in a soft sigh when you roll your hips against him, definitely feeling the growing bulge beneath you.
He takes the opportunity to lean forward and take a breast in his mouth, his other hand snaking up to the back of your neck and holding you to him.
You don't know exactly how you found yourselves in this unlikely predicament. The first time it'd happened was the prince's birthday. You'd gotten so angry at him for crashing yet another date with one of your suitors earlier in the week, and his only response was to kiss you right then and there.
One thing led to another until you were both laying spent against the bed, chests heaving as you came to terms with what exactly had just happened.
You spent the week avoiding each other as much as you could, until you found yourself in bed with the prince again.
And so begun the sneaking around and the late night shenanigans. Though, where anyone else was concerned, you still couldn't stand each other.
You both knew it shouldn't have gone on for this long, but somehow you couldn't find it in yourselves to care.
Finding yourself on your back again, you look up at the crown prince as he kneels between your spread thighs. His pants are off now, lying somewhere forgotten with the rest of your clothes.
He stares down at you with hooded eyes mirroring that of your own before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his thick, hard length.
The sight of it alone has you whining, wanting it in you. You bite your lip when Jungkook when he rubs the swollen head against your folds, spreading his pre-cum and your own arousal around.
"We still good, pretty?"
You all but scream yes, nodding desperately.
Jungkook finally gives you what you want, positioning himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in. A hand on you hip rubs soothingly as he moves in inch by glorious inch. He hisses about how tight you are, eyes squeezing shut.
Despite the number of times he's taken you, you can never quite get used to just how big he is. The stretch borders on pleasure and pain, leaving you breathless as Jungkook bottoms out.
He waits patiently for you to get used to him, hands holding your waist and squeezing gently.
When you give him the go-ahead Jungkook starts to move, drawing his hips back just to push in again. The breathy moans that leave your mouth only spur him on as he thrusts into you.
It feels so good, he feels so good. The way he moves in you, just the right amount of rough and carefulness, makes him one of the most enjoyable partners you've had in- well ever.
By the time you're nearing your second orgasm of the night, Jungkook is nowhere near done with you.
Flipping you onto your stomach, he draws your hips up until you're on your knees, ass in the air, before Jungkook enters you again.
In this position, his thrusts hit deeper, reaching places no one else has reached and making you almost lightheaded.
You crash headfirst into Nirvana, body twitching as pleasure floods your senses. Your legs threaten to give out but Jungkook holds you up, continuing his to move behind you.
The overstimulation is just bearable, and when he slaps your ass you have to stop yourself from screaming.Β
"Fuck baby, I'm close-"
The whimper in his voice makes you move your ass back on him, meeting his thrusts and grinding against him.
His hips stutter before he stills completely, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.
The two of you have always been safe when it comes to sex, despite never wearing condoms. You have measures in place to make sure you don't end up in the papers with the next royal scandal.
You whine when he pulls out, feeling empty without his presence. You collapse on the bed, sighing as you come down from the high.
You hear him walk to your bathroom and then you feel his warmth behind you again.
Despite all his cruelty, he cleans you up with a warm cloth, his movements gentle.
You thank him awkwardly, your words ending in a yawn that has him chuckling from somewhere in the room.
He flicks the light switch off, submerging the room in darkness before coming down to lay beside you in bed.
Turning your head, you peer up at him, the light from the moon hitting his face perfectly and making him look like your worst mistake personified.
You don't exchange a single word as you cuddle up to his chest, his arm snaking around you and holding you closer. You relish in his warmth, pressing your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing even out.
For some reason, he makes you feel safe.
In this afterglow, where all your swords and armour are left on the ground, and you only see each other as you are- you wish you could stay like this always.
You take in his presence, knowing that you'll wake up in the morning and he won't be beside you.
He never is.
But what's the point of crying? It was never even love.
Ok yeah so um THIS WAS AMAZING. I loved it. This is such premium enemies to lovers I could SCREAM. Like you can FEEL what theyβre feeling and the resistance and their walls are upβbut like their hearts are also just out there and it was so hot and Iβm sorry Iβm rambling, but I CRAVE fics like this. Thereβs nuance. Itβs so well written. Gah!! I saw youβre doing a part two and Iβm SCREAMING. Thereβs just so much here to love, itβs amazing. Thank you so much for sharing this! I canβt wait to read more of these two!
summary: you've been at odds with the crown prince ever since you were children, but feelings change and the light you see him in changes too. how long can you keep up this pretense of hatred?
word count: 3.7k
warnings: cherry!koo bc that deserves a warning, kind of some emotional constipation?, explicit smutβ b**bie fondling, or*l f receiving, f-ngering, missionary, hitting it from the back, unprotected s*x (you better not), dw theres aftercare :)
what's the point of crying? it was never even love
did you ever want me? was i ever good enough?
You hate how good he looks right now, simply leaning against the wall, an aloof smile on his pretty face as he holds court with his infuriating charm and ever bright personality. The dukes and duchesses eat up his every admission and hang onto every word of his sentences, making you roll your eyes as you watch them from across the room.
He holds a fluke of champagne in his hand, half full despite your knowing of his dislike of the liquor.
As if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes lift and wander curiously across the room before meeting yours. Expecting you to back down and look away, a look of pleasant surprise comes across his face when you hold his stare.
Your heart skips under his watchful gaze, his eyes caressing your skin from the tips of your fingers to your covered shoulders and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His eyes flick back up to yours, and you realise that not once throughout his assessment of you did he pause his conversation with his company. His mouth continues to move and the men and women crowded around him take no notice that his attention is elsewhere- on you.
A manicured hand slides up his chest, pretentious and outright trying to state its claim on him.
You'd seen her pin straight blonde hair before, at balls and other social events, but she never deserved more than a polite smile from you- she was just another social climber wrapped in faux elegance.
His face betrays no emotion, but his eyes hold yours from across the room as if gauging your reaction. He watches you lazily with an air of arrogance, and your hands buzz with the desire to slap him across his irritating face.
As if you could care less who he had on his arm.
You regard each other, waiting to see who will look away first.
It won't be you.
His mouth tugs up in a smile, as if sensing the fire burning within you, which burns infinitely hotter seeing his amused face.
Damn him.
"This looks like the most intense staring contest I've ever seen."
Dark eyes move away first, his attention fixing back on his company and you smile as you turn to the deep voice.
"Namjoon," you nod up at the tall duke.
His dimple peeks out as he smiles down at you, making a comment about how comfortable you look perched on the couch before joining you.
"So what's with you and the prince? I can feel the sexual tension rolling off of you."
Ever the playful instigator, you roll your eyes at his blatant need to gossip.
You've known Namjoon since you were both children, before you had to wear the burden of responsibility that came with your nobilities. When you could play around in the courtyard or sneak into the kitchen and steal from the cookie jar.
Growing up together, you knew you could always depend on him to run away with you from the over-the-top galas or the boring dinners.
While the socialites interacted amongst themselves, the two of you would be in the corner of the room judging anyone and everyone.
There was a small circle of people you considered acquaintances, and an even smaller circle of people you could call friends.
But you'd take a handful of genuine people over dozens of superficial friendships anyway.
"Nothing's up with us, you know how much I hate him."
Namjoon regards you with a skeptical look that you ignore, waving down one of the catering staff and plucking an hors d'oeuvres off the tray.
"I'm not buying it," he hums, taking one for himself.
"I see the way you've been looking at each other lately- it definitely doesn't look like hate."
You narrow your eyes at him, despite wondering yourself how much truth his words carry.
Perhaps it was because he knew you so well, knew of the mutual dislike you and the prince held for each other ever since you were children.
In all honesty, you're not sure where exactly your indifference came from but for as long as you can remember, the crown prince has always been the one you find yourself bantering with.
Although you don't carry any real enmity towards him, you found it easier to annoy each other with jabs and jests than to not.
He was the crown prince, and while you held a title of nobility yourself, he was always just one level above you, he always would be.
Perhaps it was the fact that he knew how important he was, or at least carried himself that way. He was expected to act a certain way, and while he did most of the time, he also liked to rebel in the smallest of ways, pushing boundaries until someone was bound to break.
But he was a royal, very few people could touch him, and he knew that. He knew he was untouchable.
He liked to play games, finding the most amusement in playing them with you. So casually cruel in the name of being honest, his favourite pastime was riling you up until you'd snap at him, enjoying your fire when it was directed at him.
As children, it was all fairly innocent- he'd pull on your braids and you'd steal his extra piece of panna cotta when he wasn't looking. As you got older, more avenues opened up for you to mess with each other.
Every courtier or suitor would be driven away by the prince's incessant meddling, spewing lies about how you grew horns and turned into a beast at night or that your farts smelled like mouldy bread. While no one actually believed him, you never heard back from them after the night.
It's almost comical how palace staff are warned when the two of you are under the same roof, made to be weary of the ultimate prank war that you've been in your whole lives.
Endless teasing and outright arrogance made his face ever so punchable.
While you ran in the same tight-knit circle and saw each other more often than not, you weren't as close as you were with the others.
Now that you were older, more responsibility weighed you down, and you were both expected to play your parts.
The ever obedient daughter, you played yours while Jungkook got to mess around and spew nonsense about his duties that everyone ate up because they weren't exactly listening, too busy fawning over his charming looks and playboy personality.
It didn't help that he was actually good looking.
Thinking back to Namjoon's words, you wonder how that could ever be true. If anything, after the events that had perspired a few weeks ago, he should only be able to see the absolute bitterness in your eyes when you see the crown prince.
"Trust me, Joon, we're definitely not in love."
The buzz of the ballroom was finally beginning to dwindle, dukes and marquesses alike starting to call it a night, bidding their goodbyes to the royal family before making their way out.
You'd spent most of the night with Namjoon, snickering as you watched people bend over backwards trying to force some semblance of elegance.
The corridors were empty now, save for the staff passing through packing up the event.
After using the washroom, you wander down the hallways, the lighting dim enough to confuse your tired and faintly tipsy brain.
Turning one of the corners, you stop short upon seeing a certain head of dark hair leaning against the opposite wall.
"Your highness," you bow, miscalculating the action and fumbling slightly before you right yourself, giggling quietly to yourself.
Was it your imagination or did the prince's arms flinch forward as if ready to catch you?
"So formal," the prince murmurs, standing upright and stalking forwards to where you were stood.
He offers his arm and for some reason you hesitate, wondering whether touching him was a particularly good idea. But then he gazes down at you with those soft eyes, no malice hidden behind them, and you find yourself taking his arm anyway.
"I'll escort you to your room."
"How noble of you."
"You know me, always saving pretty damsels and slaying dragons."
You snicker. He laughs.
The endless walk through the corridors is silent, neither of you having anything of real importance to say to each other.
The question of why the prince had been in the corridor in the first place lingers in your mind, but you've come to know better than to expect him to answer your questions.
When you reach the landing of the third floor, the prince's steps slow until you've reached just outside your door.
You open it without a word, strolling inside, ready to be done with the night and sleep all the way through to brunch.
The prince lingers in the doorway and you see him thinking over something in his head through the reflection of your vanity mirror.
"What is it Jungkook?"
The use of his name so casually has him turning his head up at you, a grin forming on his face.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
His eyes follow you as you toe off your shoes, throwing them rather carelessly to the foot of your dresser. Sitting down at your vanity, you grab a wipe, swiping at your eyes to remove your makeup as you contemplate your answer.
"You know how I feel about those social events," you say.
He did.
On the off chance you felt like getting along, the two of you would sneak away in the middle of galas or dinners, running off to the gardens under the cover of darkness and hiding where no one could find you.
Just for a few hours, you could leave behind all the ass kissing and artificiality and pretend that you weren't who you were.
You'd skip rocks across the pond, mock nobility, or listen to Jungkook and his endless knowledge about constellations and argue over where they were in the sky.
Stolen moments like those- you'd never tell him- but you saved them for the bad days.
Movement in the mirror has your eyes meeting his in the reflection, watching as he approaches from behind.
He reaches a tentative hand up to unclasp the necklace you had been fumbling with, his warm touch leaving tingles when his fingers brush against the skin of your neck.
"Thanks."
Was your voice always this breathy?
"What about yourself? That pretty blonde make it worth your while?"
You hate the unfamiliar feeling the thought of him spending time with another girl brings, but you'd sooner take it to the grave than acknowledge it.
"She can't seem to take the hint that I'm not interested," he shrugs, silently removing the pins from your hair.
"But you're always interested," you tease.
As the crown prince, he obviously couldn't sleep around. But the rules never said anything about casual flings where he could woo girls with his flirty words and kick them to the curb when he was bored.
Growing up, people rarely saw him for more than being their next ruler. Girls saw him as something they could conquer, dig their claws into and hang on his arm and pray they became relevant.
Sure he was arrogant and cocky, but people seemed to forget he was a human being.
While you wouldn't hesitate to push him in the pool or leave him locked out in the snow, a part of you felt for him. He had never found a meaningful connection with anyone, and even if he kept up the pre-tense of the heartbreaker prince there was a secret romantic hidden in his playboy persona.
"Feelings change."
Oddly cryptic and vague.
"Did you want something, Jungkook? I'm rather tired."
Coming to a stand, you reach behind your back for the strings of your dress. You had a lady in waiting who would have been helping you, but you'd all but threatened Marie to retire early for the night, knowing how hard she worked to making you look presentable earlier.
Jungkook's hands beat you to it, tugging lightly on the ribbon to free you.
"Just wanted to see you."
Again, oddly cryptic and vague.
As he unlaces your corset, you can't help the heavy breath that escapes you once your lungs aren't being constantly squeezed by the garment.
Your eyes clash in the mirror, not a word leaving either of you as the straps of your dress are pushed down your shoulders, the fabric pooling by your waist.
You're quite aware that your front is bared, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Your breath becomes laboured as you anticipate his next move. Though, his eyes never stray from yours, holding your gaze as the tension in the room builds.
"Jungkook-"
The word comes out in a breathy whimper before he tilts your head and crashes his mouth to yours. You feel the groan in his throat as he claims your mouth with his, your tongues clashing for dominance.
A large palm comes up and cups your breast, squeezing the flesh and drawing a moan from you. He twists a hardened bud between his thumb and finger before giving the same attention to the other.
In a blur, the rest of your dress is on the ground and Jungkook has you pinned on the bed as his mouth explores your neck.
He nips and kisses at your skin- sometimes you wonder if he leaves marks because he knows you'll have to cover them up.
"Should've known you only came here for this," you grit out just as he reaches your breasts. Taking a breast into his mouth, his wet and warm tongue circles around your hardened bud before sucking hard.
He comes away with a lewd pop, and the image of him with saliva glistening on his mouth makes you just that much more aroused.
"Didn't seem to be a problem last week when you were coming around my cock," he shoots back, moving down your body until he's kneeling between your spread thighs.
Despite his image of poise and virtue, his mouth could be equally as filthy.
"Tell me to stop and it stops."
You don't.
He smiles.
Leaning down, he places open mouth kisses against the inside of your thighs, always inching closer and never reaching exactly where you want him.
You slide your hands into his hair, palming the soft cherry coloured strands- another one of his acts of rebellion.
You open your mouth to protest, the words stolen out of your mouth by Jungkook finally dragging his tongue up your centre, the groan he lets out vibrating against you and making you shudder.
He eats you like a man starved, neither of you caring how sloppy it is, not when it feels so good and you taste so sweet. Hiking your thighs up over his shoulders, Jungkook devours you, showing no mercy as he slides two fingers into you with ease.
They stretch you out deliciously, and when he curls them just right he hits that spot that has you seeing stars.
The feeling of him pumping into you along with the way he abuses your swollen nub with his mouth brings you to an orgasm embarrassingly quick.
Waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes squeezing closed as Jungkook helps you ride out your orgasm.
The crown prince emerges from between your legs, wide grin on his mouth as your arousal coats his chin and all around his lips.
"You good?" he asks, kissing the inside of your knee before sitting up.
"Mhm."
He leans forward, capturing your mouth in his once more. You sit up, unbuttoning his dress shirt impatiently while he chuckles into the kiss at your eagerness.
The shirt falls away, revealing smooth skin upon smooth skin. The prince can't help but smirk against your lips at how you all but spill drool onto his stomach. His toned, chiseled stomach.
You push a hand against his chest and throw a leg around his waist to turn the prince until he's laying against your pillows and you're above him straddling his hips.
The sudden confidence has his face lighting up in surprise, a complaint nowhere to be found as he places his palms on your waist, his touch searing against your skin.
But oh so gentle.
With hooded eyes, the crown prince watches the way your head tips back and your lips part in a soft sigh when you roll your hips against him, definitely feeling the growing bulge beneath you.
He takes the opportunity to lean forward and take a breast in his mouth, his other hand snaking up to the back of your neck and holding you to him.
You don't know exactly how you found yourselves in this unlikely predicament. The first time it'd happened was the prince's birthday. You'd gotten so angry at him for crashing yet another date with one of your suitors earlier in the week, and his only response was to kiss you right then and there.
One thing led to another until you were both laying spent against the bed, chests heaving as you came to terms with what exactly had just happened.
You spent the week avoiding each other as much as you could, until you found yourself in bed with the prince again.
And so begun the sneaking around and the late night shenanigans. Though, where anyone else was concerned, you still couldn't stand each other.
You both knew it shouldn't have gone on for this long, but somehow you couldn't find it in yourselves to care.
Finding yourself on your back again, you look up at the crown prince as he kneels between your spread thighs. His pants are off now, lying somewhere forgotten with the rest of your clothes.
He stares down at you with hooded eyes mirroring that of your own before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his thick, hard length.
The sight of it alone has you whining, wanting it in you. You bite your lip when Jungkook when he rubs the swollen head against your folds, spreading his pre-cum and your own arousal around.
"We still good, pretty?"
You all but scream yes, nodding desperately.
Jungkook finally gives you what you want, positioning himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in. A hand on you hip rubs soothingly as he moves in inch by glorious inch. He hisses about how tight you are, eyes squeezing shut.
Despite the number of times he's taken you, you can never quite get used to just how big he is. The stretch borders on pleasure and pain, leaving you breathless as Jungkook bottoms out.
He waits patiently for you to get used to him, hands holding your waist and squeezing gently.
When you give him the go-ahead Jungkook starts to move, drawing his hips back just to push in again. The breathy moans that leave your mouth only spur him on as he thrusts into you.
It feels so good, he feels so good. The way he moves in you, just the right amount of rough and carefulness, makes him one of the most enjoyable partners you've had in- well ever.
By the time you're nearing your second orgasm of the night, Jungkook is nowhere near done with you.
Flipping you onto your stomach, he draws your hips up until you're on your knees, ass in the air, before Jungkook enters you again.
In this position, his thrusts hit deeper, reaching places no one else has reached and making you almost lightheaded.
You crash headfirst into Nirvana, body twitching as pleasure floods your senses. Your legs threaten to give out but Jungkook holds you up, continuing his to move behind you.
The overstimulation is just bearable, and when he slaps your ass you have to stop yourself from screaming.Β
"Fuck baby, I'm close-"
The whimper in his voice makes you move your ass back on him, meeting his thrusts and grinding against him.
His hips stutter before he stills completely, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.
The two of you have always been safe when it comes to sex, despite never wearing condoms. You have measures in place to make sure you don't end up in the papers with the next royal scandal.
You whine when he pulls out, feeling empty without his presence. You collapse on the bed, sighing as you come down from the high.
You hear him walk to your bathroom and then you feel his warmth behind you again.
Despite all his cruelty, he cleans you up with a warm cloth, his movements gentle.
You thank him awkwardly, your words ending in a yawn that has him chuckling from somewhere in the room.
He flicks the light switch off, submerging the room in darkness before coming down to lay beside you in bed.
Turning your head, you peer up at him, the light from the moon hitting his face perfectly and making him look like your worst mistake personified.
You don't exchange a single word as you cuddle up to his chest, his arm snaking around you and holding you closer. You relish in his warmth, pressing your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing even out.
For some reason, he makes you feel safe.
In this afterglow, where all your swords and armour are left on the ground, and you only see each other as you are- you wish you could stay like this always.
You take in his presence, knowing that you'll wake up in the morning and he won't be beside you.
He never is.
But what's the point of crying? It was never even love.
The ending π₯²π Welp, Joon's comment on the tension between them hits a lot different now kssksk. JK ruining things for her potential suitors hits in a different way too. π Their bond is an odd yet endearing one, and I love how the one they enjoyed bothering the most turns out to be the one they both are lowkey the most fond of. π€ Endearing story, dear author! π«
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With a measured amount of stealth and caution, Jungkook enters the apartment almost silently.
When the door closes with nothing more than a soft click he lets out a breath, one he didn't realise he was holding, and mistakenly takes his silent entrance for a sign that he was clear.
If he could just make it to the bathroom undetected, he could lock himself inside and tend to his wounds without being scolded.
It's not like he was scared of you..
You loved him, he knew that, and that was why you cared so much whenever he got hurt.
You'd supported his new hobby of boxing, it was the hottest thing imaginable- your boyfriend, all hot and sweaty, flexing his muscles in the ring. But he often got carried away when he was sparring with friends, his competitiveness along with his nature of pushing himself always ended up with Jungkook coming home with cuts and bruises more times than you would like.
Despite receiving punches and blows all day, he still had to brace himself for the wrath you'd subject him to when he walked through the door. The hand on your hip as you narrow him with a gaze that makes a shiver run down his spine, or the way you'd be deathly silent as you patched him up. He'd mumble a shaky thank you before spending the rest of the day being wary of his every move so that he wouldn't upset you further.
It turned him on and terrified him at the same time.
He thinks he's in the clear, and his shoulders relax in premature celebration as he turns for the bathroom. But Jungkook stops dead in his tracks, looking like a deer in headlights, when he sees you on the couch looking at him with a passive indifference.
"Hey baby.." he smiles, scratching the back of his neck with incredible awkwardness.
"Don't hey babyΒ me." you say with a clipped tone, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly, getting up from the couch and stalking off to the bathroom where Jungkook follows you in hurriedly, grabbing your hips that fit ever so perfectly in his palms and spinning you around before you can reach for the first aid kit under the sink.
"I'm okay!" he exclaims, looking down at you as you glare up at him.
You shrug his hands off you and pull the first aid kit out, grabbing the usual supplies. He wasn't so bad today, which eased your concern, though you don't let that show as you take his face and wipe his cuts with an antiseptic wipe.
Jungkook hisses, and you whisper an apology that lets him know you're not actually mad at him. Not that you ever were, you just worried.
"How was your day baby?" he asks, hands still grasping your hips, massaging them soothingly.
"It was fine," you reply, resolve slipping quickly when Jungkook tries to kiss your fingers. You push his face away with a roll of your eyes, grabbing the mini bandaids from the first aid box and peeling the backing away.
You had purposely gotten the kid bandaids as an indiscreet way of punishing Jungkook, but he was so hot that he managed to pull off the Disney Princess designs.
"Thank you," he says once you're finished with him.
He steals a kiss from you, pulling away with a grin that makes you roll your eyes, despite the smile tugging at your lips.
Oh, he was absolutely insufferable.
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"What did we say about disassociating?" comes the teasing voice of your best friend, Sumi. She was sitting across from you at the booth in the corner of this nightclub, where the lights were down and the music was up.
"Sorry..." you grumbled, taking another sip of your mocktail as if to pull yourself back into your own consciousness. In all truth, you had been zoning out for the past few minutes, unable to feel the club vibe at all.
You'd been sitting in the club for the past hour, eyes wandering over the crowd in boredom and watching the night play out. Your friends were here somewhere, but you weren't in the mood for dancing.
You were looking for something a little more fun.
That was when you saw him, leaning against one of the walls by the entrance. Looking so tempting in his black button up with the sleeves rolled to just above his elbows which showed off his full sleeve of dark tattoos. With the jeans that accentuated those thick thighs of his so perfectly, your first thought was getting him into your own pants.
And judging from the hooded glances he'd been making in your direction throughout the night, you could say he thought the same.
With enough alcohol in your system, you plucked up the courage to approach him.
You sauntered over, holding his gaze the whole trip across the club, until you were standing right in front of him.
From where you sat you could guess he was tall, but being right in front of him had you looking up.
"Five more seconds, and I would've come over myself," was the first thing he had said, his voice a rich timbre that sounded like honey. His eyes held yours, lips tugging up at the corners slightly.
It took you by surprise, you'd expected those eyes to be all over you by now. Your tiny black dress left little to the imagination and this man had front row access right now.
"I like the sound of that.. should I go back?" you asked in a sultry voice, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. The man smiled, the soft rumble of a chuckle shaking his chest.
Inside, a searing heat started in his belly at your hooded eyes staring up at him, all but screaming 'fuck me' at him.
He was even more attractive up close, the smoothness of his skin enough to make any woman jealous and a jawline that could kill.
You could distinguish a freckle just below his lip that winked at you when he smiled.
"I'm Jungkook."
"Yn." you replied, taking the hand he held out to shake. You hoped the lighting of the club would be able to mask the blush creeping up onto your cheeks at the soft kiss he planted to the back of your hand.
"Would you like to get out of here, Yn?" he asked, doing the same head tilt you had done earlier, the way he said your name sending a bout of arousal straight to your core.
"Only if you promise not to kill me," you replied, gazing up at him as he finally straightened up.
God he was even taller now.
"Ah.. I guess that's out of the picture now." he joked softly, offering you his arm. Something about his confidence, or just him in general, had you taking it with no hesitation, wrapping a hand around his bicep as Jungkook led you out of the club.
You took your phone from your pocket to shoot your friend a quick text.
| leaving with a cute guy :) he's too pretty to be a murderer so hopefully i'll be home tomorrow..
You pocketed your phone and turned your head to see Jungkook smiling down at you.
"So you think I'm cute huh?" he teased as the two of you rounded the corner.
You'd thought he'd take you straight to his home, but it seemed Jungkook had different things in mind.
You were familiar with this part of the city since your friend Taehyung lived in an apartment not too far from here. The streets were well lit, and the lobbies of office buildings were still open with plenty of people inside, the first place you were running to if things turned sour.
But looking at the man beside you, blowing a stray piece of hair that seemed to be annoying him, you didn't think he could hurt a fly.
And for some odd reason, you felt safe with Jungkook.
He took your hand as he crossed the road and you laughed along with him when he nearly tripped on the curb.
The two of you hadn't stopped talking since you'd left the club, and you soon learnt that the confident playboy you had thought you'd met earlier was nothing but a dork.
"I'm just saying! The Demon Slayer movie was one of the best anime movies!" he exclaimed and then proceeded to give a detailed review of the film.
Yeah, you definitely weren't getting murdered tonight.
You only realised you were walking through the park when you cleared the line of trees and saw the reflection of the moon sparkling in the pond ahead.
Despite the loss of warmth from your hand leabing his, Jungkook's smile is nothing but warm as he watches you attempt to run over to the edge of the pond in your heels, almost tripping at least twice.
"I like to go here when I need time to myself," Jungkook said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
He wasn't sure why he shared such an insignificant fact about himself, but it was easy to talk to you when it seemed like he'd known you for ever.
Jungkook had to remind himself that he'd only met you half an hour ago.
"So you live around here?"
Jungkook nodded, pointing to a large building over the trees on the other side of the park.
"That's my apartment building."
Jungkook found himself staring at you as you turned back to the pond, watching the ducks in awe, laughing softly when you told him how you wished you had some bread to throw.
Fuck, was he really considering running to the nearest convenience store to buy you bread?
There was no doubt he thought you were attractive, he really was going to approach you earlier when you'd beaten him to it. You had come over, looking so irresistible with your hips swaying as you walked, and Jungkook knew he was in for it.
And then you'd spoken to him, and he almost fell to his knees.
The moon hung in the sky, casting soft glows of pale ivory down onto your face and Jungkook just couldn't help but cup your jaw as he softly pressed his lips to yours.
You were slightly taken aback, since you'd spent the past few minutes in silence as you watched the ducks, but you quickly reciprocated, kissing him sweetly.
You both pull away with a smile.
"What was that for?" you laugh sweetly, trying tucking a strand of hair behind your ear out of shyness.
"I've wanted to do that all night," Jungkook admits quietly, brushing it away for you.
"What else have you wanted to do?" you ask, gazing up at him. Jungkook chuckles at your brashness, linking your hands together as he leads you in the direction of his apartment.
"Why don't we go and find out?"
The duality of the man before you was not to be taken lightly.
Despite looking so cute and dorky when he was showing you pictures of his dog earlier, he sure was pounding into you hard enough to see stars.
"Fuck, Jungkook.." you groaned, nails raking down his back, harsh enough to leave marks, as his hips slammed continuously into you.
With every drag of his thick cock against your walls, the head of it brushing against your cervix every time he thrust back in, you were inching closer and closer to your release.
Said man emerged from your neck, where he had been attacking your skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, to look down at you with a smile.
"Such a pretty girl," he cooed, the pet name earning a mewl from you as Jungkook leaned down for a kiss. You groaned into his mouth when he grinded against you as he did so, and the familiar feeling in your stomach soon started to bloom.
Not only was his duality no joke, Jungkook's stamina was simply something was else.
He'd already given you two orgasms, one while riding his face and the other when he pounded into you from behind as you were pressed up against his windows.
You'd bashfully admitted that you thought it would be hot, and Jungkook wasn't about to deny you.
His hips sped up their pace, determined to bring you to your third high of the night, and when Jungkook's hand reached between your bodies to press against your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came with his name on your tongue.
He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking your lips in his again and kissing you roughly.
You were too busy relishing in your own pleasure to realise Jungkook's hips begin to falter and he thrusted once, twice, before he was spilling himself into the condom while sighing out your name before collapsing beside you.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Jungkook rolls out of bed to dispose of the condom. You take the time to pad off to his bathroom and pee. The reflection that greets you when you wash your hands is well and truly fucked out, hair a mess and makeup barely intact.
You make it to bed before Jungkook, having no idea where he had disappeared to. You make yourself comfortable in his bed, closing your eyes and waiting patiently for his return.
You hear the soft footfalls as he enters the room, and peeking an eye open you see him back in his boxers holding a glass of water in his hand.
When he sees you in his bed, his eyes glaze over again but he reminds himself you're already tired out.
You take the glass of water he offers you, gulping it down and placing it on the bedside table just as Jungkook slides into bed beside you.Β
"You lied.." you said through heavy breaths, resting your chin on his shoulder and gazing up at him. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up in question, his hand soothing circles on your hip. You hadn't even notice him wrap an arm around you, the warmth of his body already so familiar.
"That sex just killed me."
Jungkook snorted, and you couldn't help but break out into a grin. You had joked about him killing you earlier, and with the way he easily drew three orgasms out of you, he basically had.
"You're something else, Yn." Jungkook shook his head, leaning over to switch his lamp off and submerge the room in darkness. With the blinds half drawn, it wasn't completely dark- the skyline casting just enough light to see the city around you."
"You're so lucky to have this view all to yourself," you murmured, earning a noncommittal hum from Jungkook in reply. Soon his warmth is at your back, spooning you from behind as you both look out at the night beyond his windows.
"It gets lonely sometimes though."
The sentence itself was sad, but the longing in his voice sent a certain pang to your chest that you weren't sure how to interpret.
As you fell asleep blanketed by Jungkook's warmth, you couldn't help but feel that same longing.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun still slowly climbing over the horizon, rays of light peeking from behind the city buildings and painting the room in pretty pastel pinks and purples.
Jungkook was still sleeping soundly, face buried in the crook of your neck and an arm draped protectively around your middle.
He was quite the clingy sleeper.
You laid awake for a few minutes, letting yourself bask in the warmth and safety you felt in that moment as you lay with Jungkook. You'd never felt so contempt the morning after a hookup, usually sneaking out as soon as you were awake. But you let yourself enjoy Jungkook's company for a few more moments.
After all, they would be the last.
You slowly peeled his arm off of you, ignoring the sudden feeling of missing his warmth as you slid out of bed and quietly put your clothes back on. You made sure to send Sumi a quick text to say you were still alive before checking you had all of your things.
You weren't quite sure why you hesitated in the doorway of his bedroom, or why you stood there for a solid minute or two watching him sleep.
Maybe you were the murderer this whole time.
Your heart un-doubtedly squeezed in your chest when you saw Jungkook reach for you amongst the sheets, face scrunching up so cutely you almost abandoned everything and climbed back into bed.
But you knew you couldn't do that.
No matter how much fun you had last night with Jungkook, walking through the city and getting to know him, and then coming to his apartment and getting the brains fucked out of you, you knew that it would be easier to just forget him.
It'd save you both the heartbreak later on.
When Jungkook found a pillow and eased again, you finally willed yourself to turn and leave. Navigating yourself through his spacious apartment, you found the front door and put your shoes on before calling for an Uber.
You told yourself that you only looked back a final time and hesitated because you wanted to make sure you didn't forget anything.
With a sigh, you closed the door behind you and said goodbye to the closest thing to love you'd ever have.
"Was he big?"
Not even a minute after you opened the door and Sumi was already asking her questions.
You hadn't even taken your shoes off yet.
Perched on the couch, your best friend sips her morning coffee as one of her Kdramas plays on the TV at a low volume.
"Mhm.." you reply, throwing yourself down onto the couch beside her. Sumi raises an eyebrow, glancing at you and taking in your sullen expression.
"You're not seeing him again are you?" she sighs, slightly disappointed.
Having known you since college, Sumi was well aware of your dating ethic.
To sum it up: you didn't date.
Not that you couldn't get dates, you got plenty. But you never let them get anywhere or too serious, you were self-destructive like that. Hook ups and short flings were more your avenue.
She takes your silence as the usual answer.
"Babe, you gotta let yourself be happy.." Sumi sighs again.
"I am happy," you smile, trying your best to convince her.
You wouldn't be lying if you said that you were happy with your life. Living in an apartment with your best friend, having friends you could rely on and a steady paying job that fuelled your reading addiction, there wasn't much more you could ask for.
"I have you, and all our friends."
"That's not what I mean, Yn.." she frowns, cupping your face in her hands.
"You came home with a glow, and not just a post mind-blowing sex glow."
You stare at her confused.
"You were glowing like you finally found someone you really connect with."
You look away, brows furrowing as if you couldn't believe what she just said. Instead you stare at a spot on the wall, afraid to meet her gaze.
To say that you could look at couples on the street and not wish you had something like they had would be a complete lie. But your fear of commitment made it hard for you to seek out those kinds of relationships, choosing the safe option and sticking to hooking up with strangers and then never seeing them again.
But Sumi was right. You did connect with Jungkook. You connected with him so fast and easily it terrified you. He was so easy to talk to, and you found yourself laughing so hard tears sprung in your eyes more than once last night.
"Well he's gone now," you shrug, leaning forward to grab the remote, being yelled at for changing the channel would be better than having this conversation.
"You literally know where he lives.." Sumi deadpans, snatching the remote back with a scowl.
While that was true, you weren't about to rock up at his door after leaving this morning.
"Hey Jungkook! Sorry I snuck out of your house without saying goodbye, anyway do you wanna date me and deal with all my internalised issues?"
When you'd walked into his apartment, he had ordered pizza for the both of you and put a movie on- something people usually didn't do for their hookups. It was nice to just hang out with him though, and maybe if you hadn't hooked up with him, you could've been friends with Jungkook.
But you did hook-up with him. And if you caught feelings, it'd just hurt way more because Jungkook was the type of person who would treat you well.
It was only more of a reason to forget about him.
Save you the heartbreak, you remind yourself.
He might've been the best lay of your life, but Jeon Jungkook was only an escape, and there was no way in hell you were seeing him again.
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