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1999 | jjk (m)

summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation. pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+ word count: 17.9k warnings: ok so we got lots of swearing, 90s lingo throughout, crack humor, banter, jk calls reader tiny, alcohol consumption, mentions/use of cigarettes, steroids and drugs (eg. marijuana + ecstasy), partying, 90s pop culture references, 90s technology, neglectful parents, family issues, mention of minor character death, angst! angst! angst!, pining lol, lotta kissing, sexual tension, pet names, explicit smut so clit stimulation, titty fondling, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before u tap it), big dick!jk, calvin klein jk, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, creampie, minor degradation, aftercare (uwu)

a/n: this was so much fun to write and i absolutely adore these characters—i hope you guys do as well! thank you to everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently for the full fic, i appreciate you all so very much. fingers crossed it exceeds your expectations ♡ please feel free to let me know what you think, my ask box is always open! ☻

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Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the hard plastic, bright royal blue colored chair you’d been occupying for the past ten minutes.

The glimmer of hope had instantly vanished from your eyes and your lips had curved downwards into a small, discouraged frown.

Truthfully, you couldn’t be overly disappointed. This had become a standard occurrence; one you were far too familiar with by now. You’d expected your inbox to be empty, but that didn’t take away from the sheer devastation you felt upon seeing the bolded zero on the computer monitor screen.

Since your first year of college, you have been sending your father emails from your student account once a week during your scheduled time slot in the campus computer lab.

These emails consisted of updates any loving and involved parent expected from their children, such as: what your week was like, what projects and assignments you’d been working on and what your grades were.

Not once did he reply.

Your fraught relationship with your father had begun since the day your mother left when you were just a preschooler. He wasn’t a terrible parent, but he wasn’t a fabulous one either. He did the bare minimum for you growing up (as in, what is legally required for parents to do for their children). When it came to taking an interest into what your hobbies were or what your talents and strengths were—he was totally absent.

He didn’t know how to be a ‘girl dad’, as he claimed. His main focus outside of his work as an industrial engineer was ice hockey. Ever since he was a child growing up in the rockabilly ages of the 1950s, your father had utterly adored hockey. He’d played the sport religiously since the tender age of six, when he unwrapped his first pair of skates at Christmastime. His ultimate dream had been to play hockey in college, but he was highly encouraged (more like intensely pressured) to pursue engineering by his parents instead. So hockey became a dream of the past, but an unwavering passion of the future.

The only time he’d marginally paid attention to you outside of basic parenting 101, was the year your elderly neighbors from across the street sold their house to go live in a retirement village and a family from Canada moved in. The Jeons had left the province of Ontario and migrated to your tiny state of Rhode Island with their two sons.

Your dad instantly introduced himself (and you, by association) to the Jeons, welcoming them to the neighborhood and eagerly asked if they loved the beautiful game of ice hockey as they hailed from Canada.

The Jeons dived into their story, elucidating to your father that Mr Jeon had been promoted to a new, advanced position within his law firm in Providence and refused to turn it down as it meant that their children would be able to attend Harvard Law in the future.

They’d meticulously illustrated the perfect collegiate life for their eldest son, Jaehwa, who already at the age of twelve was embodying the prerequisites of a great lawyer.

Their youngest, eight year old Jungkook, was an animated child with an unrelenting passion for hockey. With a missing front tooth, Jungkook proudly rambled to your father that his dream was to become a professional player for the NHL and one day be the MVP of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Your dad set up your first after school play date that day. And you automatically became best friends with Jeon Jungkook.

A friendship that still remained to this day.

Exhaling heavily, you signed out of your Hotmail account and exited the window. You logged off the computer and gathered your book bag, knowing your session was going to be up any minute.

Maybe he called instead? You thought hopefully to yourself as you departed the campus computer lab, keeping your spirits up that perhaps your dad left you a voicemail while you were out. The chances were pretty slim to none, but you refused to completely give up hope.

You made the trek across campus towards the student residences, retrieving your Sony Discman from your bag and clicking play on the latest album from No Doubt. You let Gwen Stefani’s voice drown out your surroundings as you approached the female dormitories.

You made it through three songs before you arrived at your dorm, fetching your keys and unlocking the door. You pulled down your headphones and shuffled inside, closing the door behind you and letting out a tiny puff of air.

Your roommate, Rose, appeared from the confines of her room then, munching on a packet of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Sup,” she muffled, watching as you wrapped up your headphones, “you got a call while you were out.”

You immediately brightened, “really?”

“Yeah it was JK,” you deflated at Rose’s words, feeling your stomach twist at the awful realization that your dad didn’t call. Or respond to your emails. I should’ve known... “he said he’s gonna be late to your dick appointment by like five.” She smirked, dipping her hand back into the blue aluminum packaging.

You rolled your eyes in aversion, “how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not bumping uglies with Kook?” You threw her a pointed stare, tucking your Discman back into its designated spot in your bag. You were going to need it again later when you had to go to the library.

Rose snorted, shaking her head incredulously, “girl, how many times do I have to tell you that you should be slurping on that dick!” She exclaimed, placing her Dorito dusted fingertips in her mouth and sucking her digits obscenely to make her point.

“He’s my friend since elementary school,” Your nose scrunched up, repulsed by her overt indecency, “we don’t like each other like that. We’re just homies. You know this. My dynamic with Jungkook hasn’t changed since the day you first met me.” You shrugged, trudging over to the kitchenette and snatching a Diet Dr Pepper from the fridge.

You never understood why your roommate was so adamant that something more than a lifelong friendship lingered between you and Jungkook. She’d been badgering you with the topic for the past year specifically and it was seriously exasperating.

She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you cracked open the can of soda. “Whatever you say, babes,” she popped another corn chip into her mouth, “but for the record, when you finally hook up with JK, I’m gonna scream ‘I told you so’ hella loud up in your grill.”

“As if,” you took a few sips of your soda, “but I’ll let that slide just for shits and giggles.” You teased her playfully, retreating to your bedroom to acquire the textbooks you’ll need for your study session at the library.

She retorted something intangible from the shared living room, leaving you snickering to yourself. Rose absolutely despised losing an argument (or in your case, a lighthearted bickering relay) and was no doubt trying to get the last word in.

You finished your soda, disposed of the can into the trash and stacked your textbooks in your arms. You were planning on revising the post-it notes you’d stuck inside your sociology textbook alongside your current notes from yesterday’s lecture. Now, the amount of revision you’ll be able to complete will fundamentally depend on how talkative Jungkook is today. He always had a knack for distracting you, even when you were at your utmost focused.

You retreated from your room then, organizing and rearranging your book bag while Genie In A Bottle by Christina Aguilera resounded from Rose’s room. She was obsessed with blasting pop radio from her boombox, whilst you preferred to listen to your favorite albums with headphones. Each to their own.

“I’m outie!” You called out in the direction of Rose’s room, alerting her that you were on your way to the library. You couldn’t make out a response over the music bellowing through the dorm, but you were sure she heard you, so you picked up your bag and locked up behind you.

One paragraph of revision was all you managed to complete one since your childhood best friend joined you at your (unofficially) assigned desk in the far back right corner of the campus library.

Jungkook had been restless since he arrived. The sable haired man in question kept fiddling with your Loony Tunes tin pencil case and bouncing his right knee up and down, causing the desk to rattle and a headache to brew.

You started to grow a little concerned that he was fucked up on Molly, given his slightly turbulent behavior, until he finally clicked his tongue and sighed out of boredom.

He’s just bored out of his mind. Like always. Classic Jungkook! You continued on with your note taking, corresponding between your textbook and notebook when Jungkook unceremoniously nudged your foot underneath the desk.

“So I need you to do me a favor—”

“As if.”

You hadn’t intended to be so terse and deadpanned at first, but the very idea of agreeing to do Jungkook a favor was basically the equivalent of signing yourself on for overarching frustration.

He blinked owlishly, big round eyes shot open wide in puzzlement, “harsh, Tiny.”

“Whatever.” Looking up from your notes, you offered him a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, “Kook, I’m not doing you any more favors. Your friend privileges have been revoked.”

“Lame!” Jungkook whined, leaning forward onto the desk in a way that accentuated his broadened shoulders, “this is bogus! They weren’t even that bad, dude.”

You clicked the top of your ballpoint pen and placed it down beside your sociology textbook and folded you arms across your chest.

“Sophomore year. You asked me to buy condoms for you during lunch because you had a one on one with Coach Murray. Guess who was standing behind me in line at the store? Ms Peterson!”

Jungkook visibly winced at the mention of your most despised high school homeroom teacher. The woman was utterly miserable and sucked the life from every student’s body during first period for an entire year.

You huffed in minor aggravation. “She gave me the stink eye for the rest of the year thanks to you.”

Jungkook chuckled haughtily, pushing himself off the desk so that he could lean back into his seat instead. He sure as hell looked widely entertained by the rehashing of your distressing high school incident. All because Ms Peterson believed that he could do no wrong—he was the golden boy.

“Okay but she was a total buzzkill. Was probably salty that her student was having a boinkfest instead of her.”

You scowled. “Senior year. My dad went out of town to visit Gammy and you asked if you could bang Kelsey Moffat in my bed so your parents wouldn’t find out.”

“Oh yeah. Kelsey was a tight chick. If you know what I mean.” Oh how you wished you could flick a booger right in the middle of his smug little smirk. Albeit immature, it would bring you so much satisfaction.

“Step off, butt munch!” You grumbled, flipping him the bird, “not only did she steal my Oasis cassette but she also stole my Keanu Reeves ‘Speed’ poster. I paid eight dollars for that at the theater!”

“I can’t believe she swindled you while I was taking a leak—”

“Not helping, dickweed.”

He bit his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. It wasn’t hard to tell that you were still pressed over losing those two items, particularly the poster. You’d gushed about that for weeks on end, only to have it disappear from your wall after Jungkook defiled Kelsey Moffat in your twin bed. To say you were livid at the time was an understatement.

“Aight, that one was whack. But that was one time!”

“Spring break, second year. You asked me to go on a double date with you, Ashley McFadden and Mark Lee.”

“Oh snap! I forgot about that,” Jungkook grinned wolfishly, “Ashley was postal. But Mark was pure class though, the bomb diggity.”

You gawked at him incredulously. “Are you trippin’? Mark threw up down my shirt before we could even order dessert!”

He grimaced, scrunching up his nose at the unpleasant memory that no doubt jarred his brain. “Oh yeah, that mad gnarly.”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

Jungkook seems rather sheepish now, having come to terms with the fact that you were rightfully reluctant to do any favors for him after your series of unfortunate events. But he couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to, especially not with something like this.

Out of all his friends, you were the only one that’s been with him through the long haul. Yes, you both roamed in different social circles since first year orientation, but that didn’t change anything. You both still persisted with the tradition of catching up once a week in this dingy campus library whilst you studied meticulously and Jungkook ceremoniously filled you in on hockey affairs.

Old habits die hard.

“Look Tiny, this is a matter of life or death.”

Raising an eyebrow, you studied him carefully. He didn’t look like he was pulling your leg. In fact, he appeared to be more serious than you’ve seen him in the last few weeks.

You decided to hear him out. But after you teased him a little, of course. “You always had a flair for dramatics.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Coach cornered me after practice yesterday. He said that scouts are gonna start coming to games.” He paused, reaching for his Pepsi.

“Dude, that’s great!”

He took a quick swig of his soda and exhaled with a sigh, “not exactly. There’s, uh, rumors about me among the potential scouts. They’ve heard about my rep and aren’t digging it.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Coach basically said that if I want a chance at going pro after grad, I need to clean up my act.”

“Rightio. I still don’t know how that constitutes a life or death situation.” You snorted, picking up your pen in order to return to studying. You’d already sacrificed too much precious time on Jungkook’s meandering.

“Because one, the NHL is my life! And two, I will die if I don't get recruited!”

Putting your pen down (once again), you raised an eyebrow, “so why haven’t you had that in the back of your mind since first year?”

Jungkook scoffed. “I didn’t want to be a fucking noob my entire college experience, Tiny.”

You smiled innocently. “Hm. So what does that make you right now?”

“Hilarious,” he drawled sarcastically, leaning forward off his seat and leaned onto the desk once again. Only this time, his eyes began to implore into your own. “I know I sounded melodramatic but this shit is serious to me. If my parents found out about this… I’d be a further disappointment. They’re already unimpressed that I chose to pursue sport over law or medicine.”

Jungkook exhaled heavily then. His shoulders sagged and chin ducked down closer to his chest. The atmosphere shifted and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why. “This is all I have going for me. If I don’t get into the NHL, I’ll be a failure. My parents already think I’m one because I didn’t go to Harvard. I can’t do shit right since Jae…”

“Kook, that’s not true.” You gently interjected, shaking your head. He wasn’t a failure. He was the captain of the hockey team, the most popular student on campus and still managed to maintain a decent GPA. He needed to know that he wasn’t incompetent.

“It sure as hell feels like it,” he sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his raven curls, “anyways, I know what I need to do to fix this. My reputation will be stellar in no time.”

“Well that’s awesome!” You cheered, giving his hand a supportive squeeze. “But I still don’t know where I fit into all this.”

Within milliseconds, Jungkook’s chiseled face broke out into a massive grin. His smile was so bright, it almost blinded you. Why the ever living fuck is he smiling at me like that for?

“Here comes the cheddar: you’re gonna be my girlfriend.” He declared triumphantly, as if you’d won the grand prize at a local county fair.

Your eyes bugged out of your head, jaw slackening in an instant. He’s gotta be wiggin’!

“Please say sike.”

He personified the meaning of a Cheshire cat grin in that very moment, unable to wipe the smugness from his face. He seemed so satisfied within himself—which was utterly ridiculous because his idea reached levels of absurdity you didn’t think was even remotely possible.

“Why do you look like I just jizzed in your cereal? Dude, it’s a radical plan!” He enthused, eyes twinkling with excitement.

Jungkook’s vivacity was always something you admire about him. He always gave one hundred and ten percent into everything he believed in for as long as you’d known him. But this idea was preposterous and you didn’t know what on earth he was thinking.

“It’s totally whack and I’m not doing it,” you informed him, picking up your pen and mentally chastising yourself for wasting so much valuable study time, “why don’t you ask one of your many screaming fans?”

A petulant whine of your name escaped his lips, “it won’t work if I go out with someone from my scene. It won’t look respectable to Coach. And if it’s not swinging with Coach then it’s not swinging with the scouts. I need to be with someone—”

“Jeon Jungkook, if you say ‘someone like you’, I will kick you in the balls so hard.” Your voice was stern with warning.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, nodding hastily to show you that he completely understood. He couldn’t risk getting his little dudes crushed like that.

He nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging the black ring between his teeth, “what I was going to say, is that I need to be with someone who is a model student. Someone that takes college seriously and preferably has a 4.0 GPA,” he explained cautiously, tip-toeing around the subject because he really didn’t want to piss you off. “Y/N, you’re the first and only person I thought of. You’re like mad smart, dedicated to your studies and weren’t you a TA last semester? Cause seriously Tiny, last time I checked you had three letters of rec for post-grad internships, so I’ll for sure look dope by association.” He stated with a shit-eating grin. He knew he’d get you there.

And unfortunately he was right; he had your undivided attention now. Damn him and his good memory! You cursed him out internally, closing your textbooks and pursing your lips in thought. He buttered you up good, you did have to admit that, but you still couldn’t quite fathom how his proposition could be anything other than ludicrous.

You chewed on the bottom of your ballpoint pen, mulling it all over, “I don’t know Kook. This sounds like it could get messy real quick.”

“Dude, trust me. It’ll be a cinch,” Jungkook said in an assured tone, reaching for his Pepsi to take another large swig of the cola, “we’ve known each other for almost our whole ass lives, it won’t get messy.”

You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, narrowing your eyes. You weren’t thoroughly convinced. “Well what’s in it for me, Romeo?”

“Besides having bodacious arm candy and the campus king as your boyfriend?” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The pressing urge to flick a booger at his mug was back again.

You fake gagged, “charming. Never seen a head that enormous before in my life.”

“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He chuckled, stretching his arms out over the chairs that resided beside him and looking effortlessly attractive. Not that you would ever utter those words aloud because god only knows what kind of loud mouthed ego monster Jungkook would turn into.

You scowled, completely unimpressed. “I’m being serious Kook. What would I get out of pretending to be your girlfriend?”

It took Jungkook all but two and a half seconds to come to the conclusion that you weren’t having any of it. He desperately needed to provide you with an incentive, otherwise you weren’t going to agree to his proposition and he didn’t have a back up plan.

He needed your cooperation.

“Look, I know you don’t give a fuck about popularity or social status and shit like that so I’m not gonna sit here and try to make that sound worth your while.” He began, lifting his arms off the back of the chairs and scooting forward until his chest touched the desk. He was taking this seriously and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t intrigued. Never had you seen Jungkook so invested in something outside of hockey—although this technically had to do with hockey, so you decided to retract that. “But there is a huge perk in being my fake girlfriend.”

You rested your chin on your hands and batted your eyelashes at him purposefully. “Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

“Smart ass,” he rolled his eyes, “the perk is that your old man fucking loves me. I’m like the son he never had,” Jungkook finished off the rest of his Pepsi and then gave you a knowing stare, “he’d be majorly pumped if you were dating me. I bet he’d finally start replying to your emails.”

You bristled. As shitty as it sounded, Jungkook did have a point. A really good one.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“Stop pouting, Tiny. You know I’m right.” He tittered, giving you a playful nudge with his foot once again underneath the desk. However, this time it was to lighten the mood, given you were feeling a little soured after the mention of your father’s negligence. “Besides, it’ll only be until the semi-finals. I think that’s manageable.”

You kissed your teeth, pondering the consequences that could arise if you were to agree to his proposal. “But that’s like six whole months, Jungkook. It means we’ll have to act like we’re together during Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years… are we even gonna be able to pull that off?”

Jungkook smirked at you knowingly. “Tell me, how many people already think we’re fucking?”

Rose immediately came to the forefront of your mind and you frowned. What’s with him and making solid points today?

“No comment.”

“Exactly. Plus, we both go home during winter break so it’ll be easy to keep up the act,” He chortled, flashing a self-satisfied smile, “it’s gonna be a piece of cake. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. So can you just put me out of my misery and agree already?” He pleaded, giving you the biggest demonstration of puppy dog eyes you’d ever witnessed. He even had the audacity to jut out his pierced bottom lip into a pout.

You eventually caved. “Fine. But only ‘til the semi-finals.”

Jungkook whooped instantaneously, pumping his fist into the air and inciting an onslaught of shushes from the other students across the library. You giggled into the palm of your hand, unable to stop yourself. He sheepishly mouthed an apology to the very pissed off librarian and then turned his focus back to the matter at hand.

“Thank you Tiny, you’re the best!” He grinned boyishly, causing the dimples in his cheeks to make an adorable appearance, “I promise I’m gonna be the most wicked, tubular, off the chain boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected with an amused smile, “and before we start anything we need to lay down some ground rules.” You asserted, flipping to the very back of your lined notebook and picking up your pen.

“You’re writing them down?” Jungkook mused, folding his muscular arms across his chest in mirth. He found your dedication to impose regulations onto your fake relationship to be indisputably entertaining.

“Yes doofus. How else are we gonna remember?” You reached over and flicked his forehead, evoking an indignant ‘hey!’ from your new fake boyfriend. “Anyways, I hope you have a pocket pussy because we can’t be seeing other people. It’s way too risky.”

Jungkook’s face split into a wolfish grin, “you’re small enough to fit in my pocket so does your pussy count?”

You glowered. “You’re a neanderthal. And no.”

“Damn, struck out already. Relationships are tough these days.” He snickered.

You threw an eraser at his forehead.

The next twenty minutes you spent the time outlining the fundamentals of your fake relationship. You both concurred not to see anyone else, given how quickly gossip spreads across campus. In tandem with that rule, you both conceded on not telling anyone about your arrangement. Not even Rose or Jungkook’s roommate, Taehyung. The truth of your relationship had to remain a secret.

Smaller details were also agreed upon, such as: calling each other terms of endearment (with Jungkook begrudgingly consenting to limiting the use of your nickname, since Tiny wasn’t overly romantic), holding hands on campus, kissing in public spaces and attending a couple of frat parties together.

Jungkook also made a stipulation that you had to attend every home game, whilst wearing his jersey. You bickered back and forth for a good five minutes about the attire (with you arguing that it felt possessive and objectifying) until you settled on a compromise. You would wear the jersey if Jungkook bought you sundaes after every game. And you’d both leave the fraternity parties before one in the morning.

Once the rules had been laid out, you both shook hands on it.

“So babe, should we seal the deal with a kiss?” Jungkook wisecracked, doe brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

You threw another eraser at his forehead.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” Rose sniggered, taking the cardboard tray of nachos from the employee at the kiosk and then giving you a look, “still salty you didn’t tell me.”

“Rose,” you whined, “I already said sorry like a billion times. I told you that we—”

“Wanted to keep it on the down-low for the first month. I know, I know,” she waved it off, taking a sip from her fountain soda, “it’s just I was rooting for you two since day one. At least you let me scream ‘I told you so’ in your face like I said I would.” Rose grinned victoriously, causing you to chuckle lightly.

You felt terrible for lying to her—but you and Jungkook had explicitly agreed. Nobody could know about the truth behind your relationship. It would only reflect poorly on Jungkook’s already suffering reputation. You were trying to resurrect his image, not create a further hindrance.

So that meant letting Rose have her fun.

“Of course I did, I’m not a sore loser.” You took your own fountain drink from the kiosk and proceeded to make your way towards the rink.

“Same can’t be said for your boyfriend,” Rose teased playfully, referring to Jungkook’s incorrigible competitiveness, “no wonder he got you clothed in his jersey—which by the way, you look hella dope. It makes one fresh oversized shirt dress.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson at the compliment. Especially given the undertones: you looked good whilst repping Jungkook’s family name in all capitals with his signature number seven on the back.

“Thank you babes. I didn’t like the idea of wearing it at first but I think it’s grown on me.” You confessed with a shy smile.

Rose opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when you were approached by a group of four women. Your roommate’s mood became acidic and you couldn’t blame her—you’d been obstructed by the puck bunnies.

“Can we help you?” Rose asked in an agitated tone, raising an eyebrow as she sipped on her soda.

You had a sneaking suspicion they were here to confront you in light of Jungkook’s new relationship status. No doubt he had stuck his dick inside each of these girls at some point during his time on the team. You could only imagine how much they detested you right now.

“Not really,” one of them spoke, completely ignoring Rose’s presence as she locked her gaze onto you and smiled falsely, “just wanted to see if the rumors were true. JK doesn’t do relationships, after all.”

You hummed to yourself, “not with you anyway.”

Rose stifled a laugh from beside you and the artificial smile on the redhead’s face vanished.

“Just because you’re wearing his jersey doesn’t mean you’re dating. You’re probably just another hoochie; a notch in his bedpost.” The redhead snapped, seemingly inflamed by your presence and your choice of attire.

You tongued your cheek. Jungkook had warned you last night over the phone that you’d be cornered by some jealous ladies. He was worried about how you would address that kind of confrontation, but you reassured him that you could handle yourself.

And that you did.

“Look, I don’t like the idea of tearing down other girls over a guy. Call me a hoochie all you want, but my relationship with my boyfriend isn’t anyone else’s beeswax,” you affirmed, grabbing ahold of Rose’s hand and stepping around the posse, “so if you’ll excuse us, I have to go take my seat so I can support him.”

You descended the stairs with your roommate then, undoubtedly leaving the redhead and her friends agape. You felt pleased with how you handled the situation and hoped that it wouldn’t backfire badly onto Jungkook or yourself.

“Oh snap Y/N!” Rose cheered from beside you as you both took your seats, “that was off the chain! You were radical! God, you must really love him.”

“Yeah, I really do.” You smiled wide, but the light didn’t reach your eyes. You felt a weird sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You weren’t entirely certain if that was due to your little white lies or the fact you used to feel that way about Jungkook when you were a teenager.

Your crush was most definitely gone though… right?

The home game flew by before you knew it. Jungkook was at the top of his game, that much was obvious. Every single person in that rink had their eyes fixated on him. He was irrefutably the best center forward the university has had in over a decade, so there was no surprise that he continuously scored goal after goal every game. He was known for being the grand master of the hat trick.

The match was now in the last five minutes of the third period and everyone was on the edge of their seats. The opposition had secured another couple of goals in the first ten minutes of the period, leaving Jungkook restless. He blatantly refused to let the other team win.

From your place in the crowd, you chewed nervously on your nails as you watched Jungkook speed across the ice. Having known him for almost your whole life, you knew that he’d be tense and eager to win. You hadn’t realized how mesmerized you were by his movements until Rose tapped your shoulder, commanding you back to reality.

“He’s so fly on the ice. Like, really fast, sharp shooter, good with his hands. Is he like that in bed?” She smirked, trying to scavenge some juicy information from you.

You felt your cheeks burn, meaning there was definitely a flush of scarlet spreading across your face right now. You blushed because you didn’t know how to respond to such a thing. Jungkook was your childhood friend—what were you supposed to say? Frankly, you had no idea what Jungkook was like during sex. He never looked at you in a sensual way growing up, therefore you learned quickly not to let your mind run away from you with fantastical delusions.

Rose’s smirk increased at your reddened cheeks, no doubt assuming that you were blushing because you were shy rather than embarrassed. She thinks I’ve fucked him and she’s never gonna let me live it down!

Before your nosy roommate could push the subject any further, the crowd began hollering in desperation. There was only a minute left on the clock and everyone in that arena wanted a secured win for their respective team.

You found yourself clutching the edge of your seat, eyes following Jungkook’s every move as his teammate successfully completed an assist. Within the final five seconds, Jungkook scored a faultless buzzer beater.

His team had won.

The arena erupted into applause, with loud chants, cheers and claps echoing around the rink. You shrieked alongside the dedicated fans, unable to help yourself as the entire moment was inarguably exhilarating.

Jungkook’s teammates circled around him, clambering to get their hands on his shoulders and hype him up for his unbelievable shot. The raven haired male in question, however, paid no mind to the actions of his teammates and proceeded to look around the seats. He searched high and low for about a minute until he located you, immediately pointing in your direction and creating a heart with his glove-clad hands.

You covered the sides of your face with your hands, hiding your blush. And despite being well aware of the expectations that coincided with the nature of your fake relationship, you just couldn’t believe it. He dedicated the winning goal to you. Jungkook had demonstrated to the entire arena that he was taken.

“Oh my god?” Rose sputtered, eyes widening as she turned to catch a glimpse of your reaction, “so much for keeping it on the down-low. Everyone and their dog knows you’re his girl now,” she mused, noticing the way dozens of young women looked crestfallen or green with envy, “but watch out for the bunnies babes. You’ve snatched up the university’s most eligible bachelor and made him all cute and soft. They’re not gonna rate that.”

Hm, maybe Jungkook’s crazy idea will actually work after all?

With that in mind, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss, to which Jungkook enthusiastically caught with his mitts and held them to his heart (as his team celebrated their victory around him).

Needless to say, the crowd went wild.

The nauseating stench of stale beer emulsified with cigarette smoke, a touch of marijuana, copious amounts of sweat and inexpensive cologne, bulldozed you upon entry to the frat party Jungkook had dragged you along to.

Oh how you wished you could turn back time and protest harder against this being a condition of your disingenuous relationship. You compromised far too easily and now look where that has gotten you.

“Stop frowning so much, Tiny, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.” Jungkook murmured against the shell of your ear as the two of you walked further into the fraternity house belonging to Alpha Sigma Phi.

You scowled, “I’m sure I already have premature wrinkles from dealing with your ass for the past fourteen years.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide his grin. “I love it when you talk about my ass.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. “Shut the hell up, butt munch.”

“See? You’re obsessed with my ass. If you want it baby, just say—ow!”

He scowled at you this time, rubbing his pectoral where you’d successfully pinched his nipple through his jet black muscle tee.

You were mere seconds away from teasing him, when one of Jungkook’s teammates approached you both and slung their arm around your fake boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Hey lovebirds,” Jacob drawled, his pupils dilated to the extent where his irises were a thin blue colored ring, “glad you could make it. JK’s always the life of the party!”

You forced a smile (for the sake of appearances).

There was no chance in hell you were going to be consuming any illicit drugs that night, especially not surrounded by careless idiots such as Jacob.

“I’m really not all that, Jake,” Jungkook half chuckled, carefully shrugging his doped up teammate off his shoulders, “why don’t you go find Kevin? He’s the O.G. party animal.”

“Aw righteous!” Jacob slurred, lifting both fists in the air cheerfully, “peace out, home skillet.” And with that, he staggered away through the crowd of grinding bodies.

Now you’d heard plenty of rumors over the last few years regarding the varsity hockey team and their usage of recreational drugs, stimulants and performance enhancing substances. You always dearly hoped that Jungkook wasn’t involved in that kind of activity. Not only was it illegal, but it would irrefutably affect his chances at having a professional career with the NHL and you knew how important that was to him.

The disapproving lour on your face was an obvious indication that you were unimpressed. It wouldn’t even need to take a genius with a high IQ to figure that out.

Reaching for his inked up hand, you tugged Jungkook over to the corner of the crowded room. It was almost impossible to hear yourself think over the volume of the stereo, but you had to confront him about what you just witnessed.

“You’re not taking any of that shit, are you?” You asked him gently but cautiously, eyes full of concern.

Jungkook blinked owlishly for a moment and then shook his head resolutely. “No, Tiny. I’m not.”

“Even the ‘roids?”

He shook his head once more, a little firmer this time round, “I promise. Coach would use my balls as new pucks if he found out I was doping.”

You visibly sagged in relief. You then released the shaky breath that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding that entire time.

Jungkook’s lips quirked upwards into a smile, “were you worried about me?”

“Of course I was worried! You’re my closest friend, Kook,” you exhaled, “I care about you a lot and don’t wanna see you get yourself into trouble.” You’d surprised yourself by the openness of your admission, having revealed more than you were initially anticipating. I care about him just as a friend…

Jungkook’s gaze softened at your confession, his doe eyes beseeching your own in a way you hadn’t bared witness to before.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he took a small step towards you, his tattooed arm encircling your waist. What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?

He brought your body flush against his own—face to face, chest to chest—and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. Your sole focus was on Jungkook. He occupied your line of sight. He captured your full attention. He was the only thing on your mind and you didn’t hate it. In fact, you liked it a little too much.

Breaking your intensely reciprocated stare, Jungkook’s dark chocolate brown eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering on the plushness of your mouth for a few moments.

“Baby?” His regular tenor had dropped a few octaves, leaving his voice deeper and huskier than usual.

Fuck. His rasp turned you on. “Yeah?” Your thighs had involuntarily pressed together.

His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, his unwavering gaze never once leaving the curves of your mouth. “Can I—”

“JK! Sup dawg?” An obnoxious voice broke you both out of your own little world.

Jungkook tongued his cheek, looking a little pissed off at the interruption, “hey Josh, wassup?”

You slowly wriggled out of his hold, trying to provide yourself some breathing room (and personal space) after that moment you shared. Jungkook didn’t let you get far though, as he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers while he chatted aimlessly with one of the fraternity members.

Was Jungkook about to ask if he could kiss you? You’d technically agreed to kiss in public for the sake of the whole charade but why did that particular moment feel so different? You were lost in your own thoughts for a few minutes, until a loud whoop snapped you out of your reverie.

“Booyah!” Josh grinned wolfishly, rubbing his hands together, “you’ve got first dibs on a partner. I call bagsies on starting though.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and glanced up at your fake boyfriend, “what’s the dealio?”

“I’ve been challenged to a game of beer pong,” Jungkook explained, gesturing to the ping pong table that was set up across the bustling living room, “and you’re playing with me.”

Your jaw fell open. “As fucking if!”

He whined your name petulantly. “Chillax babe, it’s totally in the bag. Please don’t let me look like a major noob.” He pleaded, whipping out the puppy dog eyes.

“Nuh uh! Nope! That’s not gonna work, not this time!”

It worked. Like always.

And you won—just like he said.

Jungkook was truly the most talented person you’d ever met. He excelled in almost everything he did, including a shitty game of beer pong. Your opponents—Joshua and Jennie—were stunned at how easily and effortlessly Jungkook sank tiny orange balls into red solo cups.

You’d even managed to secure one or two, but really you were there for show because your partner was the shining star of the game.

“We did it!” He beamed, pulling you in for a bear hug and lifting you up off your feet, spinning you both around once.

Despite winning, you’d both downed a couple of drinks (that Joshua had successfully sunk his ball into) and god only knows what was in those plastic cups. So it was no surprise that you and Jungkook were a little buzzed.

“Put me down you goof,” you giggled at his antics, playfully thwacking the side of his shoulder until he steadied you back on your two feet, “that’s better, thanks.”

You felt a little breathless now, given the way Jungkook was still holding onto your hips and peering down at you with an impassioned gaze.

“Gonna kiss you now, okay?” He murmured, moving his inked hand from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently.

You knew this was all for show, so you jerked a nod. It’s just a kiss, you braced yourself internally before his lips grazed yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut when your lips connected, the taste of lukewarm beer prominent on Jungkook’s tongue. He held you close as he kissed you emphatically, consuming your mouth with his own and stealing every shallow breath.

Obnoxious hoots and hollers surrounded you, meaning that your public display of affection was doing its job at convincing the masses of your so-called relationship. You slowly pulled away when his team stopped cheering him on; your lips tingling from the rather intensive kiss.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked a little disappointed. Had you not kissed him long enough to be convincing?

Wetting your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose, “think they believe it?”

“Who cares?” He murmured in the same husky tone as before, cupping both your cheeks this time, “c’mere.”

He kissed you deeply this time, his tongue invading your mouth and sensually gliding across your own. He knew how to leave you breathless and have your head spinning.

Every thought that entered the forefront of your brain was about Jungkook. He had you absolutely keening for him and you couldn’t deny that your panties were becoming damp with arousal.

You hadn’t been this affected by him since freshman year. What the hell was going on?

Minutes felt like hours. You were totally entranced by Jeon Jungkook and unfortunately, you had to brutally remind yourself that it was all a lie. You were doing him a favor and this was a part of it.

Breaking apart from him, your lips were a little swollen and your cheeks were flushed. Jungkook couldn’t help but grin lazily, tugging his lip ring between his teeth.

“We should head out,” he spoke for the first time in a little while, “this party’s lame. Besides, I promised you we’d go home early.”

Your heart skipped a beat. And why did your stomach do a somersault at the mention of we? “If you wanna stay for a bit longer we can.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather walk you home.” Shit, there goes your heart again.

Trying not to turn a shade of crimson, you nodded and followed Jungkook through the sea of partygoers (as he wanted to say goodbye to his teammates).

He located them with ease. He kept his hand in yours the entire time, wishing his friends a good rest of their night whilst they relentlessly teased him for being a fart knocker for leaving the party early.

“Dude, you really have changed! It’s not even one!” Chris chortled, shaking his head incredulously, “I guess that’s what happens when you get tied down, huh?”

“Word!” Joshua echoed, his syllables slurred as the man was hammered from losing beer pong against you and Jungkook earlier.

“Whatever man, I’ll see you at practice,” Jungkook clapped his hand on Christopher’s shoulder and then gave Joshua a fist bump. He turned to you with a soft smile (one that you’ve come to recognize he only reserved especially for you), “let’s bounce babe.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The twenty minute journey back to your dorm had been more than pleasant. In fact, you could argue that it was the most fun you had the whole night. Despite being completely alone during the early hours of the morning, Jungkook continued to hold your hand the entirety of your walk.

He looked utterly breathtaking under the moonlight. He’s your friend! Cut it out!

As you approached your dorm room, Jungkook leaned against the wall beside your door and grinned boyishly. “Princess Y/N, I have successfully brought you back to your castle. My quest is complete.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his ridiculousness, “I’m eternally indebted to you, Sir Jungkook.” You said as you unlocked your door.

He chuckled in amusement, his nose scrunching up in a way that resembled a baby bunny. He was so endearing when he made faces such as those.

“No but for real, if anyone’s indebted to someone it’s me to you.” He said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. He was restless. You weren’t sure if that was due to nerves or because he had consumed alcohol. “I appreciate you being so cool with all this. You’re really the bomb, Tiny.”

You blushed vividly at his compliment.

“You were a rad fake girlfriend tonight, everybody believed it,” he continued with a broad smile. His words caused your heart to sink in your chest a little. You didn’t like that you were feeling this way—or any way for that matter. “I promise the hard yards are done. It’s gonna be wicked easy for the next few months.”

You laughed it off, trying not to let your heart mess with your head. You knew what you were getting into agreeing to this arrangement: now wasn’t the time to start feeling things. You simply had to focus and shut off your brain.

“Kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you,” you blurted, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, “you’re very easy to love.” Shut up!

Jungkook didn’t say anything. His lips parted for a second, almost as if he was going to respond, but instead he lurched forward and kissed you.

This kiss felt nothing like the other two. This one was soft, gentle, tender. His lips moved with yours in a sweet, slow rhythm (like your mouths were dancing the waltz). His nose caressed yours as he delicately sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, wanting to get a quick taste before the night concluded.

You both parted at the same time, breathless and flushed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you respired quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s nobody around to see it.”

Jungkook’s lips etched up into a tiny smile, “I know. I wanted to,” he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips once more, provoking your heart to start hammering hard against your rib cage, “goodnight Tiny. Sweet dreams.”

You dreamt of him that night. And they were sweeter than sweet.

Thanksgiving week rolled around sooner than you could say ‘turkey baster’.

You’d been occupied all week studying for finals and the stress was starting to really get to you.

Rubbing at your temples, you blinked back tears. You didn’t want to cry over coursework but these looming exams were really testing your patience and resilience. The enormous pressure you placed on your own shoulders was inconceivable. There was no real reason to be that harsh of a self-critic, you just really wanted to prove yourself to your father (even though he didn’t care enough to read your emails, let alone your thesis).

“Hey baby,” a familiar voice broke you out of your self deprecating slump, “you look totally buggin’.” Jungkook frowned in concern, sliding in the seat beside you and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. He always did that now whenever he met you at the library. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t grown accustomed to it.

“I’m cool beans,” you forced a smile, closing your textbook and giving him your undivided attention, “totally super. Wassup babe?”

Jungkook looked marginally unconvinced but he didn’t press you any further, “just wanted to let you know that I have an away game this weekend.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “but it’s Thanksgiving?”

“I know,” he sighed in defeat, “it’s gonna be a huge game though. Coach said if we win this one, he’s gonna shout us all Pizza Hut for a month.” He tried to hide his smile by flicking his lip ring between his teeth, but you knew him too well.

“You’re majorly psyched about the pizza, aren’t you?”

Jungkook cracked a grin, “I’m a simple man, baby!”

Shaking your head playfully, you bumped your shoulder against his. “You’re such a noob.”

“I’m your noob, Tiny.”

Your heart did a backflip in your chest. You absolutely despised the way your heart reacted to cute little quips like that. He was obviously saying it in case people were eavesdropping. Everything was for show and you had to constantly remind yourself of that.

Luckily for you, he changed the subject: “So are you going home for Thanksgiving?”

“No,” you shook your head obstinately, “it’s too expenny. I’ll just have a chill one in the dorms.”

Jungkook scrunched up his nose, but this time it was in disapproval rather than delight. “Babe, that sounds totally lame.”

“Don’t diss my plans!”

“Just keeping it real, Tiny. You can’t spend Thanksgiving alone, okay?” He said, mindlessly rubbing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, “I’m gonna call you from the hotel after my game so we can spend it together.”

You blinked, utterly stunned by his statement. From your knowledge of paid varsity sports trips (which wasn’t much, only what you found out from Jungkook over the years), the players were allowed to make one call from their hotel room to contact their close family or friends. So naturally, your heart rate increased expeditiously at the significance behind it all.

“Kook, are you sure? Wouldn’t you wanna call Tae?”

Jungkook shook his head with a sincere smile, “I’m sure. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.”

Your entire body is filled with warmth. You were positive that your cheeks were heating up with rosiness, but you didn’t care. You were floating up on cloud nine at that moment.

“Cause like, think about it—it’d be weird for me not to call my girlfriend, you know?”

“Yeah…” Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach. Of course! You reminded yourself bitterly, it’s all a farce. You felt so deflated, that you kind of wished he never said anything in the first place.

To get your mind off the previous conversation, you swiftly changed the subject to winter break, which was coming up in the near future.

You both discussed how you’d be going home at the same time, so it made perfect sense to travel together. You strategically planned to spend Christmas with each other’s families, while also making an appearance as a couple at the annual New Year’s Eve party.

“How should we break up?” You asked curiously, looking up from the piece of lined note paper that you were busy scribbling your holiday plans onto, “I just realized we never discussed that.”

Jungkook frowned.

You could’ve sworn that you saw a flash of disappointment in his doe brown eyes, but that also could be you hoping that he felt similarly to yourself. Pathetic, you chastised internally.

“Well, uh, we can say it was mutual. That we agreed we’d be better off as friends,” Jungkook shrugged, “but let’s not worry about that right now. It’s months away.” He was quick to dismiss the topic. Instead, he redirected the focus back onto you and the tenseness of your shoulders.

“You’re already worrying about so much,” he murmured, moving his arm off your shoulder and gently cupping your chin with that inked hand of his, “I don’t like seeing my baby so bugged out.”

You puffed out a short breath, “yeah well it’s finals season. I’m gonna be a walking, talking ball of stress for the next few weeks.”

Jungkook tongued his cheek. He gently released your chin and shuffled in closer towards you, “let me help you relax then.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his large hands found your thighs. He trailed his fingers up along your denim-clad leg, inching closer and closer to your crotch. No doubt your eyes were widened to the size of saucers—you couldn’t believe how brazen he was being.

“Are you trippin’?” You hissed, “we’re in the library! Anyone could see or hear us!”

Jungkook chuckled, as if you’d said something witty, “take a chill pill. Nobody is around. We won’t get caught if you keep quiet, baby.” He moved his hand to your clothed center, cupping you there and nibbling on his lip ring.

You swallowed harshly. “Isn’t this weird?”

He shook his head once. “You can’t pretend to be my girlfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” he purred, slowly tugging down the zipper of your fly and dipping his hand into your jeans.

Given the way that you were both seated, there was no feasible way Jungkook could finger you without it being blatantly obvious. If you had worn a skirt, things would be different. But he didn’t let that minor detail deter him. No—he was going to get you off no matter what.

You whimpered the second his fingertips began rubbing you through your panties. He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed slit, getting your underwear lathered with your juices so he could feel how aroused you were for him.

“So wet baby,” he mumbled, his fingers expertly finding your clitoris (even with your undergarments in the way) and began rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, “look so pretty when I touch you. So fucking pretty.”

“Mm Kook…” You desperately clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes clenching shut while he played with your pussy. You bite down hard on your bottom lip in order to keep your moans at bay, since getting caught would certainly tarnish your shoe-in for a dean’s list valedictorian.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He rasped, relishing in the feeling of your slick coating his digits. “Wish I could fuck this little pussy with my fingers. I bet you’re so tight and warm… Shit! I just felt your cunt gush. That was so hot.” A prominent bulge had tented in his jeans now, straining against the zipper. He was so turned on. By you.

“Jungkook—ah!—please,” you mewled, your head falling onto his broad shoulder as he dexterously stimulated your pussy, “wanna…”

“Wanna come, baby?” He husked, his rich cocoa eyes having darkened lustrously, “wanna make a mess of these panties in the library like a naughty girl for me?”

You whined at the slight degradation. He knew exactly what to say to have your pussy clenching (more like squelching) around nothing. He rubbed a swift figure of eights against your clit, determined to bring you to your much needed climax. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you were brought to the brink of an orgasm so quickly.

“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbly, unable to construct a proper sentence as the pleasure was overtaking your thought processes, “please let me come.”

If Jungkook wasn’t hard before; he certainly was now. Hearing you beg him like that—all soft and desperate—was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed in his fucking life.

His eyes fixated on your face contorted with pleasure, Jungkook picked up pace with his fingers. He only had to stimulate your cunt for a few moments more until you were spasming underneath his touch. Your thighs quivered as your orgasm washed over your body, resorting you to a whimpering mess.

“Good girl,” he gently praised you, slowly riding out your high with a few flicks of his fingertips, “you did so well, baby. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen; it got me so hard.” Jungkook grinned unabashedly.

He removed his hand from inside your jeans, wiping his moistened fingers lewdly on the inside of his own denim. He kindly zipped you back up though, taking the initiative to situate yourself on your behalf.

You giggled tiredly into his chest, feeling a little chuffed but also a little embarrassed. Did you seriously just have an orgasm in the campus library? And did you seriously let your childhood friend give you one?

Lifting your head from his chest, you brushed some loose hairs from your face and mouthed a tiny thank you.

“Definitely relaxed now, huh?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin, feeling pretty goddamn pleased with himself. He wasn’t at all cocky though. Instead, he looked like he had won a championship.

You blushed, nodding in lieu of a response.

Shifting your gaze downwards, you noticed that he was still sporting a raging hard on. “Do you want—”

“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I just wanted to do something for you. I feel good knowing I made you feel good.”

Without thinking, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.

Jungkook reacted instantaneously, moving his lips with yours in unison and planting his hands at the curvature of your waist.

He pulled away after a few moments, his softened eyes then implored yours, “you didn’t have to do that. There’s nobody around to see.” He echoed your words from a few weeks ago, nervously chewing on his lip piercing.

Smiling adoringly, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips (just like he did all those weeks ago) and reiterated his own words back to him: “I know. I wanted to.”

New Years celebrations were in full swing in your hometown: with every Tom, Dick and Harry buying up booze at the liquor store and dozens of parents desperately trying to secure teenage babysitters for the night.

You were currently in the middle of getting ready for the annual New Year’s Eve party you agreed to attend with Jungkook. The party in question was an infamous one that took place at the community center every year, for young adults aged between eighteen and twenty five. It was a way for your town to encourage safe partying during the thronged holiday season—such as enforcing rules like only attendees over the age of twenty one were allowed alcohol—and you’d had the pleasure (if that was even the right word…) of going a couple of times.

Each time had been uneventful.

The music was always lackluster and you didn’t really get along with many people from your high school. Not that it was your fault, they just didn’t take the liberty of ever getting to know you. You were simply known as Jeon Jungkook’s nerdy friend.

Speaking of Jungkook, he was the only one that ever paid you any mind at those parties and majority of the time he was preoccupied with another girl.

This time was going to be different.

It had to be—the news of your relationship had spread like wildfire. All it took was for Jungkook’s elderly (and nosy) next door neighbor to overhear Jungkook’s mother on the phone to him, confirming your attendance as his girlfriend to Christmas Eve dinner, and the rest was history.

The entire neighborhood knew of you two ‘dating’ before you’d even left campus for the year.

Luckily for you both, Christmastime was a walk in the park. Not a single person questioned the legitimacy of your relationship and the dynamic between yourself and Jungkook’s family continued to remain moderately the same.

His parents were hesitant at first—having heard tidbits from girls in town about Jungkook’s tendency for hookups—but soon warmed to the idea of you being their son’s girlfriend.

Mrs Jeon was thrilled to hear your post-graduation plans involved more education and potential for career advancement, whilst Mr Jeon was rather impressed that his son was dating a woman with the intention to become a child psychologist.

“If anyone’s the most impressive one, it’s your son.” You’d told them earnestly, advising them of Jungkook’s consistent GPA and comments of high praise from well respected professors. “He’s the best player the university has had in almost a decade—you should be so proud.”

You’d been so engrossed in hyping up your fake boyfriend’s achievements to his parents so stuck in the past, you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was looking at you the entire time. He didn’t spare his parents a single glance. You were the only thing he wanted to focus on.

Meanwhile in comparison, your father was overjoyed at the news. As expected. He spent the entirety of Christmas Day lunch discussing hockey and Jungkook’s statistics of the season. Your fake boyfriend was kind and conversed with your dad with a polite smile, but always made sure to turn the conversation back onto you.

He praised your academic achievements and practically bragged to your father about how awesome (or in his exact words: majorly bodacious) you were. It clearly made an impact, as your dad proceeded to ask you about college and what internships you were thinking of applying for post-graduation.

You almost cried three times that day. And you were certain that you stopped seeing Jeon Jungkook as just a friend that day too.

A rattled knock against the doorframe snapped you out of your thoughts. You were almost finished applying your maroon colored lipstick when Jungkook entered your childhood bedroom.

“On a scale of one to ten, how fresh do I—holy shit,” Jungkook uttered out, cutting himself off as he gawked at your appearance, “Tiny is that a new dress?” He visibly gulped, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down.

Looking down at your plain black dress, you smoothed out the fabric and nodded, “yeah I got this in the fall. Does it look okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked, clearing his throat shortly after, “it looks great. Really pretty.”

You blushed a shade of scarlet. “Thanks Kook. You look great too. We’re accidentally matching.”

He was wearing a pair of dark wash denim and a charcoal button up. He left his hair down in unruly raven curls—just the way you liked it. Jungkook always looked effortlessly attractive; it was so unfair.

“Couple goals.” He joked with a cheeky grin. “Now let’s roll, I wanna get crunk. It’s the last year of the nineteen hundreds, babe! Time to go big or go home!”

You both originally chose the former.

Until a few hours later you decided the latter.

The party wasn’t fun whatsoever. The music was just as awful as you remembered it to be, the partygoers were all high as fuck and Jungkook kept getting approached by old flings from high school.

You felt utterly miserable and just wanted to retreat back to your bed. It wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend the last couple of hours of 1999, that was for certain.

Jungkook noticed your shift in mood and decided that he’d had enough of the party as well. He realized somewhere between hour two and three that he couldn’t have fun without you. He needed you by his side in order to genuinely enjoy himself, otherwise he was putting up a front to appease others. And my god, was he sick of trying to be a people pleaser all the time.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he whispered into your ear, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers.

You wouldn’t ever grow tired of the way his hand held yours. It was such a simple gesture but a meaningful one at that. In addition, your small hand always fit so perfectly inside his much larger one, like they were two missing puzzle pieces destined to be conjoined.

Jungkook led you out of the venue and towards the parking lot where he’d parked his well loved 1980 model Chevrolet Chevette. That old car had been his prized possession since it was handed down to him from his dad on his sixteenth birthday. Granted, the model was almost twenty years old now but Jungkook didn’t care. He would treasure that car until the day the engine stopped running.

“How much have you had to drink?” You quizzed him as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you. What a gentleman.

“I had like one beer over an hour ago,” he shrugged, closing the door gently behind you once you’d hopped in the vehicle and jogged over to the driver’s side, “although I don’t really wanna go home yet. Can we just chill for a bit?”

You smiled fondly, “you really wanna chat in the parking lot on New Year’s Eve?”

“Yeah. We could even sit in silence and I wouldn’t mind. I have the most fun when I’m with you.”

You looked down at your lap, face flushing vibrantly once again at his sincere compliments. He was going to make a tomato out of you if he kept this up!

Drumming his fingers against the wheel, Jungkook chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Can I be real with you for a sec?”

You snapped your head up to meet his anxious gaze, nodding immediately. “Of course Kook, wassup?”

“I’ve been fucking terrified all year about getting recruited,” he admitted in a quiet voice, shrugging his shoulders and slumping back into the driver’s seat. “I kept thinking I wasn’t good enough… that what my parents thought was true. That I was just wasting my time with sports and I was gonna end up flipping patties at Wendy’s for the rest of my life after grad because I would be nothing but a washed up college player…” he trailed off, poking his tongue at his piercing before turning to lock eyes with you, “until last week when you spoke about me at dinner.”

Your lips parted in shock.

“The way you talked so highly of me, like I was the best thing to happen to hockey since Gordie Howe… I believed in myself after that night. I might not get any offers but at least I believe I have talent… that I have worth.”

Stunned into silence, you slowly reached across the gearshift and took a hold of his hand. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and met his gaze. His doe brown eyes were full of sincerity and you knew then, without a doubt, that you were in love with him.

You were hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook.

“You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, babe. You will get offers, more than one, I just know it,” you whispered, your eyes shining with the purest form of unabridged adoration for him, “I believe in you and I’m so happy to hear that you believe in yourself too.”

The way he looked at you in that moment had your heart beating a million miles an hour. Oh how you wished he could look at you like that all day, every day.

“I think you’re the only one that’s ever really believed in me,” Jungkook confessed quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “you’ll be the best child psychiatrist. You’re warm, kind, gentle and sweet. You believe in everyone without expecting anything in return. You’re fucking perfect, Y/N.”

You don’t know who exactly made the first move, but Jungkook’s hands were now cradling your face and your lips attached.

You kissed him with all the love you had in your heart, pouring every feeling you harbored for him into the movements of your lips. You sincerely hoped that he could feel what you were too afraid to say.

After reluctantly breaking your passionate kiss, Jungkook stared at you through hooded eyelids as you shuffled around the interior and propped yourself onto your knees.

“Whatcha doin’ baby?” He asked in amusement, eyes bright and curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

And satisfying him is exactly what you planned on doing.

“Wanna suck you off,” you deadpanned, cupping his crotch with your tiny hand, “you deserve a reward for being a good fake boyfriend.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened so far his eyeballs almost bugged out of their sockets. “Tiny, you don’t have—”

“To quote someone very much like yourself: you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” you giggled, palming his bulge that had already developed underneath your hand.

He grunted at your touch, his curly haired head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck,” he cursed, jaw slackening when you unzipped his jeans and untucked his hardened cock from its confines, “your hand feels so good, baby.”

You marveled his erection for a moment. He was huge, much bigger than you had imagined. He felt hot and heavy in your hand, throbbing at your delicate touch and oozing with arousal from the mushroom tip.

Leaning down, you pressed a barely-there kiss to the head of his cock. The action had Jungkook hissing in desire, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your chest blossomed with pride at his reaction, so you continued your ministrations. With a kitten lick and a butterfly kiss there—you were purposely trying to tease him (more like torture him).

“Baby,” he pleaded in a husky voice, “gonna die if you don’t put me in your mouth.”

“Drama queen.” You rolled your eyes in a lighthearted manner, wrapping both hands around his girth and gently pumping his impressively hard cock. You glided your makeshift fist up and down his length, drawing guttural groans from the man above you. Each sound he made had your pussy leaking. It was almost embarrassing how turned on you were just from his moans.

You swiped the beads of precum from his slit, spreading it around his bulbous head and giggling at the way his breathing became heavier. He was already a mess and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around him yet. If that wasn’t a compliment towards your skill, you didn’t know what was.

“Fuck—please.” He begged in desperation.

You decided not to tease him any longer. Lifting your eyes so that you maintained eye contact with him, you brought your mouth down to his cock and wrapped your painted lips around the tip.

Jungkook wished he could take a photograph in his mind and keep that sinful view of you a mental image forever.

His breathing was labored as you started to suck at the head, swirling your tongue around and teasing his salty slit. Jungkook groaned brokenly, reaching out to move loose strands of hair from your beautiful face. As pretty as you looked with your hair a disarray—he wanted to be able to see you. He didn’t want to take his eyes off you.

“How is your mouth so good?” He practically whined, his hips involuntarily bucking up as you began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking as much of his length as you physically were able to. “Oh shit—careful baby… easy… don’t choke.”

You hummed and glanced back up at him, lifting off his cock with a lewd pop, “what if I want to choke on it?”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. You laughed at his reaction, eyes twinkling in amusement before wrapping your lips around his dick once again.

Any kind of retort he was trying to conjure up in his brain was lost on him now. All he could focus on was the way you sucked his cock like a fucking pro.

His car sounded like (and frankly looked like) something straight out of an 80s porno. But so much better.

You pumped whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and continued to swirl your tongue around his girth, focusing on the underside and his sensitive slit. He was absolutely throbbing on your tongue and judging by the way his moans had become guttural and erratic; he was close to coming.

“You’re perfect, so perfect,” he rambled, his eyebrows knitted together with his obsidian curls falling into his eyes, “fuck I love yo—your mouth. So good to me, baby.”

Your chest spread with warmth at his praise.

His pelvis continued to jerk forward, signaling that he was teetering on the edge of his climax. You took that as a sign to suck harshly at his tip, knowing he was sensitive there. The strangled moan you evoked from the back of his throat was more than enough motivation to keep up with your efforts.

“Come in my mouth,” you gurgled around his cock, words muffled but you honestly didn’t give a damn. You were sure he heard you, “please Kook. Want it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Jungkook whimpered your name when his orgasm shuddered through his body. His dick twitched on your tongue before spurting hot ropes of white cum into your mouth. You swallowed his load, taking all that he gave you with vigorous enthusiasm. Jaw slackened and eyes heavy, Jungkook for sure thought he was going to come again just by how undeniably sexy you were.

You really were all that and a bag of chips.

You released his now softening cock with an obscenely wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giggling at his fucked out expression.

“Feeling rad?”

Jungkook grinned lopsidedly. “Feeling wicked and jammy.”

You helped him tuck his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. The energy between you had irreversibly shifted now that you’d given each other an earth shattering orgasm. But it didn’t feel weird; it felt right.

“Should we head—” Your words died in your throat when you heard the faint shouting of numbers. The partygoers were counting down.

It was nearing midnight.

And you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be in your last moments of the nineteen hundreds than with Jungkook.

“Three, two, one. Happy new year.” He whispered, bringing your lips to his.

While fireworks exploded into the night sky and the sound of cheers, screams and wishes of a happy new year encompassed you—your sole focus was making a positive mark on the year 2000 and kissing the man you loved with everything you had.

“Happy new year, Jungkook.”

Months had passed since that fateful night after the most dreadful New Year’s Eve party, and your fake relationship had restored Jungkook’s reputation in the exact way he’d been hoping. His coach was satisfied with the significant changes the team’s captain had made and encouraged Jungkook to keep it up during the playoffs—to which he most certainly did.

He led his team through to the semi-finals with outstanding leadership and determination. His hard work had not gone unnoticed (according to the whispers he’d overheard in the men’s locker room), as the scouts were impressed with his progress. Everything was falling into place and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.

Your ‘relationship’ was most definitely included in that too.

Something had shifted for the both of you after that party. Prior to winter break, you did just above the bare minimum when it came to being Jungkook’s girlfriend. But now, you were more inclined to show physical affection and willingly hang out with him in your dorm twice a week, rather than just meeting up at the library.

Things felt really domestic.

You became comfortable and content with your unique dynamic, and for a while there, you forgot that this was just one extended favor for Jungkook and that you’d be breaking up sooner rather than later.

Hockey finals season was among you and graduation was right around the corner. You wouldn’t need to keep pretending after that. It was a bitter truth that you were having a tough time accepting (even though you’d agreed to those terms and conditions from the beginning).

When the clock struck five in the afternoon, you decided to give Jungkook a call.

You’d spent the entire day filling out applications for post-graduation internships with prestigious psychiatric clinics, in hopes to fast track the start of your career. The process of completing the questionnaires was tedious and exhausting, as you had to write down your responses on a separate piece of paper and staple it to the back of the physical application.

You found yourself hoping for technological advancements within the next five years regarding the internet and being able to use computers to apply for jobs. That would make your life so much easier.

Leaning back against your sofa, you pressed the speed dial, knowing it would contact Jungkook’s landline. Rose always used to tease you about that tiny detail but stopped once you’d started dating. She was currently out on a date with the guy she was casually dating (Cameron, you think his name was).

The phone rang for about half a minute before the sound of the receiving end being picked up.

“Y’ello?” It was Taehyung—you could recognize that rich baritone anywhere.

“Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Is Kook there?” You mindlessly twirled the cord connected to your landline phone around your fingers.

“Nada. He’s out; something about an impromptu meeting with his coach. Sorry dude. But what’s the four-one-one?”

You felt your shoulders sag and your entire body deflated.

You should feel happy that Coach Park organized a last minute meeting, as it no doubt had to do with the scouts and their interest in Jungkook—but you missed him. You wanted to see him. It sucked that he wasn’t home.

“Oh… nothing really. Can you tell him to schwing by my dorm once he’s back?”

Taehyung hummed in agreement, “sure.”

“Wicked. Thanks Tae.” You bid him a quick goodbye and ended the call, placing the phone back onto its dock.

Why were you feeling so out of sorts? Jungkook talking to his coach should be a good thing, right? You felt your stomach twist and churn uneasily at the possibility of the meeting having negative connotations. What if his reputation wasn’t good enough? What if someone found out the truth and told Coach Park?

Your head was spinning. You felt queasy.

The stress from earlier today had manifested into full body nausea. It made you miss Jungkook’s presence even more, as he would go to extreme lengths to make you comfortable and get your mind off certain things. He was really good at taking your mind off shit.

You were totally whipped.

And it’s a major reason as to why you were dreading the next few weeks. You didn’t want your relationship to end, even though it was fabricated.

Jungkook made you feel alive. He brought you out of your shell the last few months, by dragging you along to hockey games, parties and other social events. He introduced you to a bunch of new people and showed you what it was like to not worry so much about your future for two point five seconds.

You were terrified that it was all going to disappear the second you stopped pretending. More than anything, you were terrified that he was going to disappear.

Anxiety gnawed away at you for the next half an hour, up until a knock sounded at your front door. Swinging your legs off the couch, you got to your feet and padded over towards the door.

You swung it open to reveal your (fake) boyfriend in a pair of navy wash denim, a white scoop neck Calvin Klein tee and a matching jean jacket. His hair was untamed and left to hang down past his ears and to his shoulders. How does he just look like that? You practically swooned.

“Hey baby,” he smiled widely, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, “you look gorgeous.”

Blinking once, then twice, you gazed down at your turquoise, knock-off Juicy Couture velour tracksuit. He really thought you looked pretty in sweats? Your heart surely did a double take.

“Thanks,” you blushed, opening the door wide to let him in and then closing it behind you both, “you look gorgeous yourself.”

He smirked. “I know, you were practically drooling when you opened the door.”

“No duh, dickweed! You look like you stepped out of a magazine.”

He smirked even wider. “Playboy, I hope?”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove, “you’re so infuriating. How do I even put up with you?”

“Because you love me.” He teases you playfully, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Good lord… if only he knew just how true those words were.

You gently pinched his hand in retaliation, evoking that high pitched laugh from his lips. Your entire body filled with warmth upon hearing his carefree laughter—you really adored him profusely.

“So feisty today Tiny,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “what’s the dealio?” He turned you around effortlessly then, bringing you flush against his chest so that you were face to face.

“I’m totally bugged.”

Jungkook frowned, “what’s got you strung out? Did Rose set fire to the dish cloth again?”

You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile, trying not to laugh at his question. You promised Rose that you wouldn’t discuss that incident ever again, not even with your boyfriend.

“No,” you shook your head, “I spent all day writing out applications for internships. I’m stressed that I won’t get one and that I’ll be jobless after grad.”

He soothingly rubbed invisible shapes against your hips, having succeeded in locating a sliver of your bare skin between your matching sweats. “You’re gonna get one.” He said definitively.

“But—”

“No buts. None of that yadda yadda,” he clicked his tongue, tsking at you, “you’re going to get an internship, baby. Why? Because you’re the bomb. You have the perfect grades, the perfect attendance, the perfect recs and the perfect attitude. They would be brain dead not to—hmph!”

You smashed your lips onto his fiercely, cutting him off because you wanted to show him your gratitude rather than vocalizing it.

Jungkook groaned throatily against your mouth, sliding his hands down to the curvature of your ass and hoisting you up with ease. Your legs instinctively encircled his cinched waist, wrapping yourself around him as you kissed him passionately. Tongue and all.

The two of you had engaged in steamy make out sessions before (numerous times in the recent months), so this wasn’t anything new. What was new was the pressing urge to feel his rigid cock deep inside of you.

You desperately wanted him to fuck you.

Maybe it made you a bad person, but you wanted to experience it just once before the whole charade had to come to an end.

“You’re making me hard, baby,” he rumbled against your lips, bucking his pelvis so that you could feel the impressive bulge that had formed in his jeans, “but I don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

You reluctantly broke the kiss, lips swollen and eyes hooded with desire as you met his stare, “I’m always comfortable with you, babe.” You reassured him with a hint of a smile.

His eyes sparkled, “yeah? Ditto.”

“Good. Because I really want this—want you.”

Without another word, he carried you to your bedroom. No surprise that he knew the way without even looking, he’d been inside your dorm countless times.

You yelped out a giggle when he tossed you down onto your bed, your backside bouncing as you hit the mattress.

He avidly shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in that tight fitting tee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“I want you so bad. Have for so long,” Jungkook confessed, dragging his piercing into his mouth and gazing down at you with a lucent, zealous gaze, “are you sure? You can back out whenever, okay?”

You nodded vigorously before making grabby hands in his direction. You were so damn eager for him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Jungkook chuckled at your actions, crawling onto the mattress and hovering over you within seconds, “can’t believe you got horny over a few compliments.” He teased playfully, eyes bright as he gently (and attentively) brushed loose tendrils of hair from your face.

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face revealed that you weren’t offended. “Shut your mouth, Jeon. You know my love language is words of affirmation.”

“Jeon, huh?” He grinned voraciously. “Family naming me in bed? You’re so freaky, baby.” Another eye roll.

You reached out and brazenly pinched his nipple.

“Ow!” He laughed, his smile only tripling in size, “lucky for you I have a pain kink.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, shaking your head at his ludicrousness.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

He joined in with your laughter, eyes crinkling at the sides as his hands found the hem of your velvety sweatpants. “I do when I’m eating pussy. And I’m fucking dying to taste yours.”

He rendered you speechless instead. Never did you expect to be so turned on by such vulgar language. Usually you would cringe when guys said obscene things like that, but when Jungkook does it? Your clitoris throbbed.

Wetting your bottom lip, you watched him with esurient eyes as he tugged your pants down your legs and discarded the fabric somewhere on your carpeted floor.

“You’re drenched already,” he rasped, gazing ravenously at your clothed pussy. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and swiftly dragged the soft cotton down your body. He spread your legs greedily, exposing your glistening cunt to him. “Fuck. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheeks flamed.

He nestled between your legs, hooking them over his broadened shoulders so that his face was at the perfect angle.

“You’re dripping.” Jungkook was utterly mesmerized by your saturated cunt. He nibbled on his piercing while his talented fingers lightly spread your folds and teased your slit all the way down to your tight little hole. “So sensitive. Bet you taste fucking divine.”

You whimpered pathetically at his words. You felt your walls constrict around nothing and no doubt Jungkook saw the way your pussy clenched.

He certainly did—which is what prompted him to lick a bold stripe up your slit and then bury his face between your thighs.

“Fuck! Kook!” You cried out, eyes squeezing tightly shut the second his tongue made contact with your clitoris. “Oh g-god…”

He moaned unashamedly, creating delicious vibrations against your cunt that had your head reeling. The contrast between his hot tongue and the cool metal of his piercing was driving you fucking crazy. Your breathing was already becoming staggered and it’d only been a couple of minutes.

“Wanna drown in this sweet little cunt,” Jungkook growled, eyebrows knitted together and lapping away at your juices insatiably, “so fucking wet for me.”

He ate you out with vigor, as if you were the last delicious meal he was ever going to consume. His tongue was everywhere—dragging along your slit, over your folds, dipping into your hole—and his lips suckled on your sensitive nub like it was candy. You opened your eyes to glance down at him and almost creamed at the sight. He looked utterly sinful between your legs, slurping your juices lewdly with his hair matted to his forehead.

You were one lucky bitch at that moment.

“Kook,” you keened, your voice resembling that of a sob as your fingers dove into his onyx curls, “feels s-so good. Please don’t stop.” You were practically slurring now, totally succumbing to the pleasure.

“Not gonna stop,” he promised, swirling his tongue around your clitoris and grinning triumphantly when your thighs clamped around his ears, “not ‘til you come for me. Want you to come on my tongue, baby girl.”

And with that he gently grazed his teeth against your bud, sending your body into a frenzy.

“Ungh! M’gonna—” a shrill shriek erupted from your mouth, your orgasm crashing over like a gigantic wave. You sobbed out a string of curse words and his name, your chest heaving up and down rapidly while your legs trembled.

Jungkook enthusiastically helped you ride out your high, with smooth strokes of his tongue. Once your thighs loosened around his shoulders, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you were. Clearly you needed that stress relief.

“How do you feel baby?”

“Tubular.” You giggled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair and pushing the loose strands up off his forehead, “you’re like, crazy good at that.”

He grinned, “that’s cause you have a crazy good pussy.”

You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a playful thwack before pushing yourself up onto the bed. You unzipped your velour jacket and shrugged it off, revealing your bare breasts to your (fake) boyfriend.

Jungkook didn’t look stunned or gobsmacked by your chest, instead he looked to be in awe. He gazed at your naked body as if you were the most exquisite thing on planet earth and it was truly the most remarkable feeling.

“So beautiful,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before reaching up and shrugging off his white t-shirt. He tossed it on the floor alongside your clothes and hastily unzipped his jeans.

While he clambered to get the denim off his body, you took the time to appreciate his naked torso. You’ve seen Jungkook without a shirt on multitudinous times over the years. The platonic line of friendship hadn’t stopped him from walking around half naked as you grew up together, so you weren’t taken aback by his taut muscles and toned abdominals.

You still salivated though. How could you not? He slipped out of his boxer briefs once his jeans were a part of the pile, causing his hardened erection to slap against his stomach.

Goddamn. Jungkook was so fucking hot. A real life Adonis. And here he was, gloriously naked and wanting to fuck you.

“I want you to ride me,” Jungkook confessed, shifting himself on your twin bed and then lying back against your flannelette sheets.

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Being on top wasn’t something you were used to. You’d had sex a couple of times in your adult life and every time was either missionary or doggy style. The men you’d fucked preferred those positions because they were the ones on top. So Jungkook’s admission had you a little anxious but mostly excited.

“Don’t overthink it Tiny,” his voice brought you out of your own thoughts, “just really wanna see you bounce on my cock.” He eagerly reached for you and situated your body in his lap, his leaking erection standing to attention.

You knew your cheeks were burning but you couldn’t help it, this moment was just so intimate. Not only that, you absolutely loved the way Jungkook manhandled you. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine knowing that he could pick you up and move you around with ease.

“You look like an angel right now,” he smiled lopsidedly, cupping your breasts with his large hands and gently teasing your pert nipples.

Releasing a soft sigh, you relished in the stimulation and gently rocked your hips over his achingly hard cock. “Mm…”

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to slowly drag your sopping wet pussy lips over his throbbing dick, “that shit feels fucking amazing. God, I wanna feel you so bad.”

Breathing heavily, you grasped his cock and positioned it at your entrance. He was pulsating in your hand and it made you wonder just how good that would feel inside of you.

So with that in mind, you slowly sank down onto his cock. You whimpered at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut as his girth stretched you wide open.

“Holy shit baby,” Jungkook hissed out, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “you feel better than I ever imagined. So tight and warm—ngh!—fuck.”

“So b-big!” You whined at his filthy words, planting your hands on his pectorals to keep yourself upright as you adjusted to his size. Your tight walls gripped his massive dick like a vice, leaving the both of you breathless and insatiable.

Once your pussy had relaxed around him, you felt your pelvis graze his own. You couldn’t believe he’d bottomed out; you were amazed that he even managed to fit inside of you.

Jungkook continued to play around with your tits as you started rocking your hips back and forth, spurring on whiny moans from the both of you.

“That’s it,” he grunted, pinching your nipples and kneading the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock, “good girl. Just like that.”

The praise encouraged you to keep your rhythm, even with your thighs beginning to burn. You wanted to please him. You wanted to keep inciting those husky moans to fall from his pierced lips.

When you lifted your hips up and slammed them back down again, Jungkook choked out a groan. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hands dropped from your chest, now grasping at your waist in order to help you ride him so you wouldn’t collapse.

You sobbed his name, your head falling forward as you felt that familiar sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook always managed to bring you to the brink of a climax faster than anyone else could. You were certain that he was going to ruin you.

“I know baby,” he husked, lifting his hips upwards to hit that sweet spot inside of you, “I feel it too. Fuck… you’re so warm. Gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum.”

“Please J-Jungkook.”

“You want that? Wanna be leaking with my cum for the rest of the night, hm?” He grunted, his voice gruff as he sloppily met your slow, tired bounces.

You nodded pathetically. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.

Jungkook released a guttural groan, “such a dirty girl for me. I love it.”

I love you! You wanted to say, but you decided to keep that to yourself.

Your thighs started to shake once again as your second orgasm of the night approached, with Jungkook’s stomach tensing up as well. He was close. It was easy to tell given the way his dick was twitching inside of you.

“Come with me baby,” he begged shamelessly, lifting his head up and seeking out your lips.

You whimpered into your kiss, which was a messy clash of teeth and tongues as you desperately chased each other’s high. Not even a minute later, you were climaxing. You wailed out his name amidst a string of curse words and Jungkook exploded right after, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he groaned your name slowly.

With a few lazy rocks of your hips, you rode out yours and Jungkook’s intense orgasms. Your breathing was completely erratic, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

Jungkook panted heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he peered up at you with a lazy grin.

Regular sex wasn’t supposed to feel like that. You knew it, he knew it—but neither of you touched on it. You wanted to bask in the moment a little while longer before facing reality.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jungkook admitted after a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently aiding you off his softening cock and hissing at the loss of contact.

You hissed too, but only because you felt his release beginning to seep down your thighs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly. He looked pretty fucking chuffed with himself. “Score! That’s so fucking hot,” he said, inspecting the inside of your thighs, “but let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle and watch the new Friends ep.”

“Wow, truly a man after my own heart.” You wished that were reality though. Too bad this was all for nothing.

“No duh! Hasn’t anybody told you I’m pure class baby?”

An hour and forty five minutes later, you were curled up in Jungkook’s warm embrace, squished together on your tiny sofa with a beige fluffy blanket propped up over your bodies.

After your unbelievable round of sex, the two of you showered together for forty minutes, dried off and then watched the new episode of Friends on your shitty analogue television.

You couldn’t believe Ross was actually dating Elizabeth, his student! That would be like you hooking up with one of your professors—so totally whack!

“Ross is one gnarly dude,” Jungkook said with his words all muffled, having stuffed his face full of Oreos that he had borrowed (correction: stole) from your cupboard, “can he finish his midlife crisis and get back with Rachel? She’s such a babe.”

“Watch the writers drag it out for another couple of seasons.” You teased, nudging his side and taking an Oreo from the packaging and plopping it into your mouth. “Oh by the way, I was meaning to ask you earlier: how was your meeting with Coach?”

Jungkook swallowed harshly and shrugged nonchalantly, “it was aight.”

“Taehyung made it seem like it was a big deal when I called earlier. What did you talk about?”

He released a heavy sigh, running his tatted up hand through his curls, “he told me that fixing my rep worked. Four different scouts are coming to our last game and wanna sign me.”

Your jaw dropped in shock at first before shrieking in delight. “Oh my god, Kook! That’s amazing! Holy shit, congrats!” You hugged him tightly, wrapping your tiny arms around his body.

He immediately hugged you back, holding you close and burying his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring a barely-there thank you.

That’s when it hit you like a freight train. The realization dawned on you then—he was thanking you for your active participation in the scheme that improved his reputation. You had successfully helped him fix his issue and now he was getting exactly what he wanted.

You felt sick to your stomach. “So… I guess that means we don’t need to keep this up anymore, right?”

Jungkook’s face fell, “what?”

“This—us. Your reputation is pristine now. We don’t need to keep pretending.” The words left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were trying your hardest not to burst into tears. You couldn’t—not when you had agreed to this since the start.

“I guess not.”

Putting on a brave face, you forced a smile, “I’m really happy for you, Kook. You got everything you wanted.”

He murmured something under his breath. You could’ve sworn it sounded like “did I though?” but that could just be your imagination.

“What was that?”

Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his hands, “nothing. Thanks, uh, for being happy for me.”

“Of course, what are friends for?”

Awkward silence fell over the two of you after you said that godforsaken word.

You tried to keep your composure. You wouldn’t cry until later tonight when you were alone in bed. You refused to burst into tears in front of him, especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You have gotten yourself into this mess. Now it was time to face the consequences of your own careless actions.

Jungkook moved the blanket off his legs and shifted off the sofa. “I should head out—Tae’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet.”

That was a lame excuse if you’ve ever heard one. He wanted to leave because he didn’t need to keep up the pretense anymore, you were sure of it.

“Okay.” You whispered, hiking the blanket up to your chin and pretending to watch whatever commercial was playing on the television.

“Will I see you at the library next week?”

You gave him a weak nod, unable to say no to him. You could never say fucking no to him and that’s why you were hurting like hell right now. “Sure.”

Jungkook smiled awkwardly and walked towards the front door, “cool beans,” he said flatly, reaching for the door handle. You tried not to crumble in that moment, as he really couldn’t leave fast enough. He made it painstakingly obvious too.

“Goodnight Tiny.”

“Goodnight Kook.”

The second the door closed behind him, you buried your face into the blanket (that unfortunately smelled like his cologne) and broke down into body-wracking sobs.

You made it. You’d finally pulled through; having successfully graduated with high honors.

Class of 2000.

“Now I know I said it earlier, but your speech was just fantastic, sweetheart,” your father assured you gently, giving your shoulders a squeeze, “I’m so proud of you.”

Your eyes become glassy with unshed tears. “Thanks Dad.”

Although far from perfect, your previously severed relationship with your father had slowly begun amendments since Christmastime. He was becoming more involved in your life by being active via email and corresponding with you twice a week. He even took the liberty of calling you a few times. Sure, the conversations were short and awkward, but you could tell that he was making an effort and that’s the kind of thing you had been dreaming about for years.

You sincerely hoped that things would continue to get better between the two of you, and that you’d feel more comfortable going home for the holiday season each year.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re in Boston.” He smiled, referring to your upcoming move to Massachusetts next month—having accepted a spectacular paid internship at a reputable, highly regarded clinic.

You were shocked that they’d even offered you the position, given the fact you were contacted days before graduation. But the hiring manager happily informed you on the call that it was your stellar grades and glowing letters of recommendation that really sold them on your application.

You said yes in a heartbeat and the rest was history.

Goodbye Providence; hello Boston.

“I’ll miss you too Dad,” you said with a warm smile, “but I’ll visit all the time, I promise.”

“I know you will sweet—wow is that the time? I need a coffee.” Your dad rambled, glancing down at his watch-less wrist and scurrying off to god knows where.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behavior. You were about to go follow after him and find out what the hell was going on, when you felt a hand gently brush yours.

Gasping at the electrifying touch, you turned around and then bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of your childhood friend. God, he’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Congratulations Miss Valedictorian.” Jungkook smiled kindly, gesturing to the medal that rested proudly on your chest.

You flushed crimson. “Thank you,” you said in a soft voice, tugging at the lapels of your robe, “congratulations on your NHL contract. I know it’s been your dream since forever to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

“Thank you.” He blushed this time, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

You both stood there awkwardly; not knowing what to say to one another.

From the night he left your dorm onwards, things hadn’t been the same. You barely spoke after that. You stopped going to his games and Jungkook stopped meeting you at the library. Something shifted and it wasn’t a positive thing. It had been weeks since you indulged in a proper conversation and that was unheard of for your friendship.

You wished things could go back to the way they used to be, before you got caught up in all the fake relationship bullshit. But you also knew the friendship could never go back to being platonic, because you were madly in love with him and you couldn’t be his friend. You couldn’t hurt yourself like that.

Jungkook broke the silence first, blurting out: “I fucked up. Majorly.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I fucked up that night,” he confessed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “I wasn’t one hundred percent honest. I should’ve told you that I didn’t get everything I wanted because what I wanted was you.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?”

Jungkook bit back a smile, trying not to laugh at your adorable reaction, “I wanted you. For real. It stopped being fake for me the second you wore my jersey to that game.”

You stood in utter silence; completely at loss for words.

Was this really happening? Was the man you were so unbelievably in love with confessing that he liked you more than a friend? And that he also started developing feelings the same time you did?

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you that I fucked up and I’m sorry and that I’m fucking crazy in love with y—ow!”

You’d pinched his nipple. For old time’s sake.

He pouted and rubbed at his pectoral. “What the fuck, Tiny?”

You smiled brightly, “I’m in love with you too, doofus.”

The weight that had been lifted off your shoulders was truly astounding. You felt so much lighter, freer—happier now that your feelings were out in the open. In that very moment, you felt like you were standing on top of the world and that nothing was going to bring you down.

It was extraordinarily beautiful.

Jungkook’s entire face broke out into that signature bunny-esque smile of his, that you absolutely adored, with his nose scrunched up and eyes shining with elation. He didn’t hesitate for a second to reach out for you, pulling your body flush against his own and rubbing his nose over yours lovingly.

“You love me,” he whispered giddily, “you fucking love me.”

You giggled, pecking his lips to further elucidate his point, “I love you so much, Kook.”

Cupping each side of your face with his large hands, Jungkook’s doe brown eyes were full of nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration as he looked at you, “Y/N… you’re the first person I spent the two thousands with and I mean it when I say you’re the only one I want for the next thousand years.”

The sincerity behind his words had your heart jackhammering in your chest. Your eyes immediately welled with tears once again, but this time a lone tear escaped and slid down your cheek. “That was so fucking cute, what the hell.” You blubbered as Jungkook quickly swept away the tears and smiled cutely.

“What do you mean? I’m always cute.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. Some things truly never change, “step off, butt munch.”

“Eat my ass later tonight baby,” Jungkook grinned cheekily, “right now I really wanna kiss my girl.”

Needless to say, it was one hell of a kiss.

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