recently writers tend to characterize jk as dominant and filthy as hell (HOT) but ofc we all know this is fiction (we r not actually delusional!) but i feel like his real character is closer to being soft and subby and bratty and shy hahaha my kookoo 😭
genre: pwp, smut, exes hooking up - a part of the jeju shore collab !
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.
word count: 7.4k
other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd
contains: explicit sexual content!!! set in 2009, member POV, established relationship (exes), mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jk blows a stranger (definitely not anyone we know 👀) in a bar bathroom, some good ol' fashioned 2009 biphobia lmao, EXCESSIVE use of petnames (kookie and jagi) like it's really too much, cunnilingus, fingering, a lot of pussy appreciation bc of who i am as a person, they make a sex tape 🎥 (reader films jk going down on her), hot tub sex, jk makes reader come with a hot tub jet, unprotected sex (smh 😔), nothing in this fic is sexually healthy pls do not replicate, multiple orgasms/overstim, a lil bit of marking, jk is toxic and i kind of love him oops, don't fight me for the ending
A/N: it's here it's here it's here!!!!! happy jeju shore day 🥰 i'm so excited to share this one with y'all, it really was supposed to be a joke thing like ~sammi and ron vibes~ yknow and then idk.... this fic ran away with me,, like tell me why i ship kookie and jagi lowkey 🥺 over here like maybe one day they'll work it out 🥺 ANYWAY uhhh heed the warnings, this one's a doozy, have fun, stay hydrated 💦 and make sure you check out jai and hali's fics toooooo for your full ~weekend at the shore~ !!!! love you babes, thank you as always for reading 😘💜
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“Shit, gonna come.”
Thank god, Jungkook thinks to himself. This guy has some impressive stamina, which he’d normally appreciate, but he’s in a bad mood tonight. Getting his throat fucked hasn’t helped like he thought it might.
Even though the guy is cute, with a big body and a sweet set of dimples, Jungkook is just going through the motions. He’s annoyed by the way the bathroom floor is digging into his knees, the way his jaw is starting to lock up with how long he’s been at this.
He shuts his eyes, remembers to breathe through his nose, and then a hand presses hard to the back of his head and his mouth starts to fill, bitter and heady. Careful not to spill a drop, Jungkook keeps his suction tight through the cock-twitches of this guy’s— he didn’t get his name, because he really doesn’t care to know it— orgasm, until he finally feels the fingers in his hair release.
Jungkook gets to his feet and stumbles to the sink, gripping the porcelain edge while he spits out the glossy strings of a stranger’s load. He’s not a swallower, because he’s not gay. He’s just good at sucking dick— and Jungkook likes doing things he’s good at.
“Appreciate it!” The stranger’s voice echoes over his shoulder, followed by the sound of the bathroom door swinging on its hinges and slamming shut, leaving him alone with a sink full of cum.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Jungkook stares himself down in the mirror, runs a hand over his hair to make sure it didn’t get fucked up from that guy’s truly obscenely large hand. Thankfully his extra-hold gel seems to be doing its job.
At the realization that his teeth are grinding together, he presses a knuckle into the hinge of his jaw, trying to encourage it to relax. He’s been clenching all night, and he’s not sure if he should blame the six redbull vodkas he’s thrown back or the keybumps of something he did off the bar: it was either coke or molly.
Coke, he thinks. He’s on edge.
He can’t shake this feeling, like he’s a wild animal trapped in a cage, as he pushes the bathroom door open and presses his way back into the mass of bodies in the club. He’s gone out every night this week looking for something, but he can’t find it. It’s not at the bottom of a bottle or in white powder snorted through a rolled-up hundred. And it’s certainly not in any of the random strangers he’s taken in the bathroom or the back alley or on the hood of his car in the parking lot.
He misses you.
It’s been almost three weeks since you last came around, and even then, it was only to scream at him while you dug your clothes out of his dresser and threw your spare toothbrush in the trash can. All because someone left you that stupid fucking note detailing the night Jungkook went blackout, where the last thing he remembers is Jimin convincing him to switch to Malibu.
If what Jungkook’s been told is the truth, he apparently started a bar fight and had a foursome that night— just, unfortunately, with three people who weren’t you. He kind of wishes he could remember at least one of those.
Fuck this, he thinks to himself, surrounded by trashed club-goers on all sides, bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil, the floor sticky from spilled drinks and probably a few other things. Jungkook knows exactly where he wants to be, and it’s between your thighs, not at one of the seven shitty clubs he and his hyungs have been rotating through all summer.
Figuring Taehyung and Jimin are fine to handle their own shit, he shoves through the crowd a little more aggressively than he needs to, and definitely knocks one drunk girl flat on her ass without bothering to look back.
The slight chill in the air when he steps outside is a welcome relief from the stale heat of the club. It’s the last weekend before everyone packs up and heads for the mainland, which means he’s running out of chances to see you, to try and convince you to get the fuck over this latest bump in the road and take him back.
Jungkook knows he loves you, he’s sure of it. He wants to marry you someday, get a little house in the suburbs, pop out a few kids, all that shit. But right now he’s young, and he just wants to party and have fun. He doesn’t understand why you care so much.
Driving home with the windows down, going a cool 80 in a 40, he grips the wheel with one hand while the other digs his Razr phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans. He hits the first speed dial where your number is saved and has to call three times before you finally answer. The fact that you picked up at all means he has a chance tonight.
“What, Kookie?!”
Probably the greeting he should’ve anticipated, but his stomach still flips at the nickname. You’re the only one allowed to use it: he’s strictly Jungkook to most, JK to his hyungs.
He fidgets absentmindedly with the car lights, the AC, the button for the windows. This is always the hard part, talking about feelings and shit. But it’s what you want, so he’ll do it for you.
“Wanna see you,” he murmurs into the phone, as if he needs to keep his voice down so he won’t get caught being soft.
“Fuck off,” you snap instantly, but you don’t hang up.
Jungkook’s played this game enough times to know what it means: he’s got a rapidly shrinking window of opportunity to say the right thing. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, trying to buy himself some time. “Come on, don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” You huff.
Stopped at a red light, Jungkook tips his head back against the car seat and shuts his eyes for a second, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his thoughts. “Don’t be mean to me. I already told you I’m sorry, it’s not fair for you to hold this shit over my head.”
“I’m not holding anything over your head, Kookie, you fucking cheated—“
His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and he has to hold himself back from stomping too hard on the gas pedal when the light changes. “Yeah, I fucking know, okay? But it’s the last weekend. Is this really how you want to leave it?”
The silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.
“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook grimaces, embarrassed to be begging. He wouldn’t do it for anybody else.
Gravel crunches under the tires of his car as he pulls into the driveway, and he’s only sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears the way you sigh softly on the other end. It’s a sigh he knows well.
“Fine.”
You don’t say anything else, and neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t know what else there is to say, or why any of this has to be such a big fucking deal. But he waits, until finally you hang up, and then he flips his phone shut. Girls.
Once inside, he makes quick work of getting everything together: sweeping the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter into the trash, spraying on a little more Hugo Boss, a mouthwash rinse to rid himself of the lingering taste of cum. The place you rented for the summer is just down the road, so it’s as he’s spitting in the sink for the second time tonight that he hears you bang loudly on the front door.
Time to turn on the charm, Jungkook thinks to himself, and then he exits the bathroom and reaches a hand between his shoulder-blades to pull his shirt off over his head. He drops it to the floor of his bedroom before heading down the hallway to let you in.
Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.
It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.
It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.
“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.
He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.
“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.
Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.
“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.
Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.
“How about you come inside and find out?”
“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”
He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.
Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.
“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”
You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”
“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.
The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.
It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.
Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.
You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”
“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.
You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”
“Well, now I know what you came over for,” Jungkook growls. His hands drop to brace on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in, and he leans down to capture you in a heady kiss. He missed it all: the way you smell, how soft your lips are, the way you still taste like spearmint. Your needy little noises when he licks his tongue into your mouth and the way you suck so diligently on it. You’re always so good for him, always so pretty when you come back.
“Take your pants off, jagi,” he breathes into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. He can feel a soft whine in your throat under his palm when you do as you’re told.
Jungkook pulls back once your jeans are kicked all the way off, knees digging into the carpet as he settles between your legs. His biceps wrap under your thighs and he tugs your bare ass to the edge of the couch, pausing to slip a finger under the thin string of your thong and gently snap it against your skin.
You spread your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion. “Don’t tease,” you huff. The desperation in your voice just turns him on more.
“Impatient,” Jungkook notes with a smirk. “And I haven’t even told you what I want yet.”
“What you want?” Your attempt at sass is undercut by the moan Jungkook works out of you when he sucks another hickey into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He pulls back with a final lick over the mark that sends a shiver rippling through you, makes your nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of your crop top and your hips tilt up instinctively for more.
His eyes find yours again. “Let’s make a movie.”
“Kookie,” you whine, and Jungkook cups a hand over the front of your panties, rubbing circles into the thin material, then gently squeezing your pussy lips together to help argue his case. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— always so sensitive.
“Come on,” he murmurs, pushy. “I know you have that camera in your bag.” You take your Sony digital camera with you everywhere, like it’s a third limb, like you believe nothing really happens unless it’s documented on Facebook.
Jungkook reaches for the strap of your Coach purse and drops it between your spread thighs. “I want you to film me while I go down on you. That way you can watch it back when you need to remember why you keep me around.” He punctuates the request with a wink, because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is made evident by how quickly you dig in to retrieve the little pink camera before tossing your bag aside again.
“I don’t watch porn, Kookie,” you scoff, already turning it on and fiddling with the settings. “I’m not nasty like you.”
“You’ll watch this one,” Jungkook corrects, hands pressing on your thighs to encourage them to spread further. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as he slides his fingertips back up to the line of your panties. “Now shhh. The only thing I wanna hear talk is this pussy.”
When the telltale beep indicates you’ve started recording, Jungkook stares pointedly into the camera with a cocky smirk. “Missed you, jagi,” he says, both to the you on the other side of the camera and the you who will watch this in the future, when you inevitably get mad about some dumb shit and break up with him again. As if you could ever really stay away.
His eye contact doesn’t falter as he licks a long, slow stripe up the front of your panties, taking his time, tongue laid flat to fully soak through the fabric. When he leans back, one hand snakes between your thighs to tug the damp material to the side, tattooed fingers pressing into a V to spread your folds apart. It always makes you squirm, but he loves to admire you like this. He’s not ashamed to like pussy.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, reaching the hand that isn’t parting your pussy lips up to beckon for the camera. “Let me film. Won’t get your face in it.”
You hand it over silently, clearly already too turned on to make a big show of protesting. Jungkook turns the lens on your pussy, holds it up close as he traces two fingers over your folds, keeping the pressure light enough that you squirm and flutter cutely beneath it.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs when he teases his touch down to your entrance. There’s already enough slickness there to earn him an audible wet noise as he goes, his pattern a slow, lazy circle. He presses a finger in just to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it. “Your pussy loves me too much. That’s why you can’t stay mad.”
Jungkook paints the wetness he pulled out of you up to stroke over the hood of your clit, and it’s enough to edge your breathing with shy sounds. You bring your palm up to your mouth, clearly trying to keep quiet, and it only encourages him to dip back in for more. He uses two fingers this time, slipping past your entrance into the tight velvet heat of your cunt, always so warm and willing for him.
You sigh at the loss when he pulls back, more arousal drooling out of you to chase after his fingers. Jungkook loves to play with you like this: you squeak when he squishes the whole of your cunt up in his hand, reveling in the noise of your slick folds pressing together, in the way your pussy’s gone needy for him. All swollen and puffy, all soft, dripping juice like ripe fruit.
He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.
“Oh my fucking god,” you whimper.
“You know I’ll always treat it right, jagiya.” Jungkook purrs, releasing his grip on your pussy lips to pinch at your clit while he passes the camera back. “But let me show you in case you forget.”
He firmly tugs your panties down your thighs and leaves them to dangle off one ankle before guiding your legs to hook over his shoulders. After a final glance up to make sure you’re still filming, he leans in to properly trace his tongue through your slick folds, lapping at the arousal pooled at your entrance while his thumb brushes over your clit to work up more.
Jungkook’s brows pinch together and he grunts in appreciation of your taste, thick and familiar; he’s gone too long without it. He’s eating properly now, alternating between dragging his tongue flat and flicking it gently over your clit in the way that makes you gasp and shove your hips up towards his mouth, rough and wild, no good-girl pretense left in you.
His arm locks across your stomach to keep you where he wants you, and he pulls back with a smack of his lips and a cheeky smile for the camera.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
This is the part he loves: when you start to come undone, worked up enough to be responsive to every little touch. Jungkook licks broad, showy stripes up to your clit, eyes fixed on you through the lens, enjoying the way your soft sighs blossom into full-out moans, matching pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue.
“Kookie,” you groan, “nnh, fuck— f-feels so good.”
He hums a laugh against your folds, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit while his mouth buzzes sweet, low notes around it. You arch up beneath him and your moan scrapes rough against the back of your throat, desperate.
It was a stroke of genius to have you film it, Jungkook thinks absentmindedly to himself. Documented proof that nobody else could ever do you this good.
“Fuck.” Your voice brings him back to attention as he continues to pulse suction against your clit, tongue fluttering out again to lap at the sensitive bud. The sounds you make are slightly muffled by the manicured hand you’ve clapped over your mouth, but you’re so loud now that he can still hear every word. “Oh god, Kookie— I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck, ohhhh—”
Your hips tilt up as your orgasm overtakes you and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay there and take it. He can feel your legs shake, the way your bare heels kick listlessly against his back as he sucks and licks you through the peak of your climax. Your pussy throbs in his mouth and drips down his chin like honey, with a taste so good he doesn’t want to stop.
“God fucking dammit,” you moan, and he keeps going until you bring one foot up to press into his shoulder to push him away. “Kookie, p-please, it’s too much.”
With a final swipe of his tongue, Jungkook pulls back, wiping at his chin with one hand. “You’re sensitive, jagi, I know.”
But there’s a reason you haven’t stopped filming, and it’s one you both know well. It was back when you first started dating, when you could never keep your clothes on around each other and barely left his room, that Jungkook learned your body expertly enough to figure it out: after you come once, your pussy gets so sensitive that he can easily work you up to a second orgasm, even from just the curl of his fingers against your g-spot.
He hopes no one else will ever get the chance to know you like this.
You barely manage to stifle another sob and almost drop the camera when he slips two fingers into your cunt, pressing to the hilt to feel how swollen-tender you are inside. Your walls squeeze so tight around him that his cock twitches in his pants with jealousy.
Sliding one of your legs off his shoulder, he presses your thigh firmly into the couch and groans a little at the way you spread wide for him, glossed folds all flushed and pretty. It gives him a head rush to watch his hand work you open, to see the thick white cream of your arousal paint his fingers each time he pulls back just to thrust in again.
You’re wet enough now that the sound is obscene, a juicy squelch every time he fucks into you, and Jungkook can’t help but smile. He glances up. “You’re dripping on my couch, jagiya.”
You can only whimper in response.
“You want to come again?”
You nod desperately until you manage to find the word. “Please.”
“Anything for you.” Jungkook winks for the camera as he starts to flex his fingers to pet over the ridges of your front wall. You keen as he puts more weight into his strokes, your free hand reaching to cling to him and dig your nails into his bicep. He’s too keyed up to feel it, can’t focus on anything that isn’t your pussy squeezing him like a fucking vice grip, tight and hot and soft inside.
You’re past the point of being able to talk, reduced to breathless moans— “ah, ah, nnh”— because Jungkook knows exactly what to do to take you apart all over again.
This time he makes no move to stop you when your hips buck up. Instead he lets you let go, lets you fuck yourself on his hand, fluttering around his fingers and trembling all over as you start to come.
Jungkook goes a little slack-jawed watching you and momentarily forgets about the video, looking over the camera to see the expression on your face as he works you through your second peak. He loves the way you grip tight to him with your nails and your pussy, like he’s special, like you need him.
Your knees reflexively pull towards each other as your cunt-pulses slow and you finally start to come down, thighs clamping in around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears the whir of the camera shutter retracting and sees you toss it aside on the couch, he finally relents. You open yourself up enough that he can slip his fingers out to suck the excess off.
“What the fuck,” you finally manage as you collapse against the couch cushions, sounding beyond dazed.
Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk, and gets to his feet. As he watches your head tip back and your eyes flutter closed, he can’t help but wonder if you got what you came for. If this is the last he’ll see of you until god knows when.
Fuck that. He’s not letting you go that easy.
In one swift move Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder— completely naked from the waist down— like it’s nothing at all, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand that isn’t wrapped around your hips.
“Kookie!” You try to sound mad but the laugh that bubbles up gives it away. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Come on,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, impervious to the way your hands claw at his back. “It’s a perfect night for the hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring a fucking bikini,” you sputter, feet kicking softly in the air. “Put me down.”
“That’s okay,” he reassures you as his free hand easily slides the back door open and he takes you over the threshold. “Tae and Jimin won’t be back for a while. It’s just us.”
Tae and Jimin have also already seen you naked… probably dozens of times at this point, if Jungkook had to estimate, but he doesn’t mention that part. Not when he’s trying to get his girl back.
Instead he crosses the yard to set you down on the hot tub deck, your legs dangling over the side, and makes quick work of stripping out of his jeans and boxers, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He hopes it might give you some incentive to stay a little longer.
When he turns back to face you, your bottom lip is jutting out in a bratty little pout as your feet swing aimlessly off the deck. It makes him want to fucking ruin you.
Jungkook steps forward to close the distance, thumb running down your mouth to pet over your lip. “Put this back in your mouth and take your top off, jagi.” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours.
Your bare foot knocks into his shin, but it only hurts a little. “Make me.”
He can’t help but smirk at your attitude. It’s cute. He likes you feisty. “That’s a lot of sass for someone who was just screaming my name.”
You smack a hand against his chest with a play-scowl. “Shut up.”
He sweeps your arms behind your back before you can do it again, easily enclosing both of your wrists in one of his hands. “Why are you always so mean to me, huh?”
“Oh, I’m mean?” You look like you’re going to say more, but he pushes your crop top up with his free hand and watches the way it makes you shiver, your nipples tightening in the cool night air.
“You are,” Jungkook says softly. “And I’m just trying to love you.”
The same hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter as he pulls off, switching to roll your other nipple under the pad of his thumb.
“You should get these pierced,” he remarks, gaze shifting between your tits as he imagines silver barbells studded through the buds of them. “I’ll get one too. We can go together. Next summer.” His eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften, just barely. It’s enough.
“Yeah, sure,” you deadpan, wiggling a little in his grasp. “Until you decide to stick your dick in some strange and fuck everything up again.”
Jungkook sighs. You’re fucking relentless. “I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t it just be us?”
Your reaction isn’t what he expects: he’s surprised to see the fight go out of you, to see how defeated you look as you lean in and press your forehead against his chest. Even your wrists go slack in his hand, and he releases his grip.
“That’s what I’m saying, Kookie,” you murmur. “That’s all I want.”
Jungkook’s fingers sweep under the line of your jaw. “I know.”
He tilts your head up for a kiss, and your hands come to cup his face, as if to pull him closer— to hold him in place so he can’t run away.
It’s the way it always is: he’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not dumb enough to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll love him anyway.
Your thumb strokes over Jungkook’s cheek as he pulls back, and he smiles a little. “Will you please get in the hot tub?”
Jungkook settles into the water first, sighing dramatically loud at the welcome warmth, and you giggle as you peel your top off before following after. When you slip in politely across from him, he grabs you by the ankle with a growl, and you don’t fight as he pulls you close again.
His hands guide your thighs apart to straddle him, so your knees rest on either side of the ledge he’s seated on. Between the heat of the water and your body on top of him, he’s dizzyingly hard in seconds.
The two of you make out like teenagers, more tongue than anything else, doing your best to hump and grind against each other despite the water slightly inhibiting your motions. Jungkook can’t stop touching your tits, obsessed with the weight of them in his hands. His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples to make you whine into his open mouth again and again, and his cock twitches in response every time.
“K-Kookie,” you finally manage to groan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, all tongue and teeth, to the slope of your neck. “Need it, please. Your cock.”
His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before pulling back to answer. “You’ll get it, jagi. Wanna try something first.”
You whine a little and he gives a teasing pinch to your inner thigh, shifting you off his lap so he can stand up.
“Come here.”
Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist when you get to your feet, and the added weightlessness from the water makes it even easier for him to move you where he wants you. He guides you to spin so your back is flush with his chest, then encourages you to kneel on the ledge again, pushing your legs further apart.
“Can you stay like this for me?” He murmurs in your ear. You look up at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes, reflecting back the blue glow of the mood lights filtered through the water, and you nod.
As he ducks down to kiss you, Jungkook’s hand fumbles blindly against the edge of the tub until he finds the button he’s looking for. When he presses it once, the jets roar to life, including the one positioned right between your spread thighs.
You gasp into his mouth, and Jungkook wraps his arms tight around you to keep you in place, letting you collapse back into him as the jet pulses onto your pussy. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Kookie.”
“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod, hips circling against the stream of water, stimulated past the point of coherency. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. “Yeah, you look good like this.”
Jungkook can’t help himself now— his cock aches from lack of attention, and he starts to grind into you from behind, rutting himself against the small of your back, the curve of your ass. His hands grab at the soft skin of your thighs for leverage, and he can feel the way you’re shaking, already close, your breathing going ragged.
“K-Kookie—” you whimper. “I’m— fuck, g-gonna—”
“Want you to come for me,” he groans, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. “Come for me like this so I can fuck another one out of you.”
Your arms scramble back behind you for something to keep you grounded, nails scratching and digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as your orgasm starts to crest.
He keeps rocking his hips into you, which only serves to move you closer to the jet and make the pressure that much stronger. You’re moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Jungkook has to grip your hips to keep them still as you come fast and hard, shaking apart in his arms.
“That’s it, that’s it.” Jungkook talks you through it, petting broad strokes down your thighs that make you jolt under his touch. “How was that, jagiya?”
“Fuuuuuck.” Your answer is a soft whine, and he can feel the aftershocks still rolling through your body. You shift to pull your thighs together, shivering all-over, and Jungkook releases his grip on them, hands moving up to squeeze at your tits while you recover. He can feel the way your heart is racing beneath his palm.
Your eyes slowly blink open, heavy-lidded, and you start to untangle your arms from around Jungkook’s shoulders. His back stings a little— he’s sure he’ll have pretty pink scratch marks to remember you by.
He presses a kiss to your temple, chaste in spite of how fucking hard and horny he is. “Love you. Stand up for me?”
Your legs are still shaking, so Jungkook helps haul you to your feet. Taehyung is always telling him he shouldn’t actually be penetrating girls in the water, something about vaginal health, so he has you bend at the waist to lean over the edge of the hot tub. The arch in your back when you press your ass up towards him makes his cock start to leak against his stomach.
Your head lolls forward to drop down on your forearms, and he laughs a little at how fucked out you already are as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Stay just like that. Face down ass up.”
You wait patiently as he climbs out of the water to search the deck. It only takes a few seconds for him to spot what he’s looking for: the bottle of lube Jimin’s always leaving out “just in case”. Jungkook makes a mental note to buy him a thank-you shot.
“God damn,” he murmurs appreciatively when he returns to you, rubbing three fingers slicked in thick silicone lube along your puffed-up slit before pushing them into the velvet heat of your pussy. “Wanna come in you so bad.”
“Please, Kookie,” you whimper.
Jungkook withdraws his hand to squirt more lube into his palm and fist it over his length, hissing a little at the sensation and the squelching noise his hand makes when he fucks into it. Tossing the bottle over the edge, his hands come to frame your hips, and he can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds. “Fuck.”
You push your hips back on him, all wrecked and needy, your voice wrung-out. “Fuck me, Kookie, please— wanna take your cock, wanna feel it.”
It’s so hot when you beg for him. With another soft noise, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance and gives you what you need: the whole of his thick cock sliding into your grip-tight pussy, slow for the delicious stretch of it, so you can feel every inch until he’s pressed in to the hilt.
It feels the way it always does. You were made to fit together.
You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls already fluttering, split open and filled up and so sensitive. Jungkook leans forward, hands bracing the edge of the tub on either side of you, until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.
“Oh shit, right there, Kookie,” you gasp, like he doesn’t already know.
Jungkook grunts, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over, until your legs threaten to give out.
Your pussy feels so good, the little moans you’re making in time with his motions are so pretty, it’s like he can’t get enough of you. He brings a hand up to run over every inch of your skin he can reach, all of it smooth and gorgeous under his fingertips— he really can’t stop touching you.
Maybe those bumps he did back at the bar were molly, he thinks absentmindedly.
“So fucking sexy,” he groans as he strokes a little harder, hips rolling fluidly. “So fucking beautiful.”
“F-fuck, Kookie,” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, and you let out a choked moan when he starts to pound more firmly in response. “Ah, fuck— don’t fucking stop, oh god—”
Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand gripped tight to your shoulder gives him more leverage to hit deeper. Being squeezed so close by your walls is nearly overwhelming, your pussy all hot and wet inside, it’s like he can barely fit. “God, you’re so fucking tight, jagi.”
“F-feels so guh— good, nnh,” you can hardly get the words out, and Jungkook can feel the way your whole body is starting to shake.
He can’t stop himself now, not when it’s this good. “Missed you so much, jagiya. Wanna marry you, wanna put a baby in you.” His cock twitches hard, enough that you whimper a little, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.
“Come with me, jagi,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come again.”
“C-can’t,” you gasp, but he knows you can, can tell by the way you’re gripping around him that you’re already close.
The clapping of skin on skin echoes out as Jungkook fucks deliberately into your g-spot, no longer holding back, and you cling to the edge of the tub for dear life as your muscles start to contract. “Oh fuck, Kookie, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—”
With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your orgasm hits you. Jungkook is helpless to the way your pussy pulses around him, like it was made to milk his cock. He tips his head back with a throaty groan as he comes with you, comes for what feels like an eternity, thick white ropes spilling into your cunt with every dick-twitch of his orgasm.
“Oh my god,” he groans, working the last of it out with a few shallow strokes, his breathing harsh and ragged. “So fucking good.”
You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.
Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. Deciding not to bother with the mess running down your thighs, he takes a second to catch his breath, then climbs over the edge of the hot tub, wiping absentmindedly at the beads of sweat dotting his temples.
You’re clearly too fucked out to walk now, so he scoops you up to carry you across the deck and back inside through the open sliding door, bridal-style this time, cradled in his arms. He smiles at the way you’re still trembling a little, your face now buried in his chest.
He deposits you onto the couch, then stretches out next to you to prop up on one arm, admiring how your hair fans out beneath you as you curl into him with a small sigh.
It takes you a while to come to, lashes fluttering prettily over your cheeks, and when your eyes finally blink open, you sit up rather abruptly.
Jungkook brings a hand to your low back to rub gentle circles. “Hi, jagi.”
There’s a look on your face, like you’ve just realized where you are.
“Fuck, I should go,” you murmur, looking around until your gaze lands on your purse. You lean over to retrieve it and dig through the contents until you finally find your phone and slide it open. “My roommate is gonna figure it out if I don’t come back, and she’ll fucking kill me.”
“Stay with me,” Jungkook says softly.
“No, Jungkook,” you snap, and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that he’s lost you for the night. “I shouldn’t have even fucking come here.”
He should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction, or the smirk that pulls up the corner of his mouth. “But you did come. Four times, if my memory is correct.”
“Fuck off,” you grunt, already up and starting to pull on your clothes that are scattered across the floor of the living room. You briefly disappear outside to retrieve your shirt.
“Does this mean we’re not back together?” Jungkook tries when you slip in the door again.
You shoot him a look he’s all-too-familiar with. “Not at all.”
“Will you at least unblock me on Facebook?” He asks sweetly, and it’s a joke, but he can see from the way you roll your eyes that you’re clearly too pissed off to have any more fun tonight.
“Facebook?! That’s seriously what you care about right now?! You are so fucking shallow, Jungkook.” You grab your purse in a huff and storm off down the hallway.
Jungkook knows he should get up and fight for you, at the very least stop being horizontal on the couch— but honestly, he’s fucking tired. That’s the thing about your hot and cold shit: he knows you’ll be back eventually, whether he makes any effort right now or not. And it’s so much easier not to.
So he says nothing, hands folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, and waits until he finally hears the front door slam behind you.
Whatever, he thinks to himself with a heavy exhale.
After a minute, he gets up and heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on extra-hot. It’s still early. He can rinse off, get dressed, go see what Tae and Jimin are up to. Maybe he can jump on a grenade for one of them and take his mind off things for a bit.
He unlocks his iPod, docked on the speaker he keeps on the bathroom shelf— can’t shower without a good playlist— and spins the wheel until he gets to one of his favorites, simply titled fuck bitches. The opening 808s of Kanye West kick on like a heartbeat as Jungkook steps under the spray of the shower-head.
summary⇢ you graduated bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but, to your extreme disappointment, your big girl job isn't turning out to be nearly as exciting as you thought it would be. still, you're holding out hope that your talents will soon be recognized and your coworkers will stop trying to include you in their gossip sessions. enter jungkook, the quiet IT guy who's gradually making your days more bearable. (and if you find him easy on the eyes, that's nobody's business but yours.)
pairing⇢ jungkook/reader
word count⇢ 19.8k 🤭
genre⇢ smut | humor | office!au
warnings⇢ sexual content, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, corporate nonsense, jk is a nerd but he's also really hot 😩
a/n⇢ omg, she's finally here 😭 this fic has been sitting in my drafts partially finished for literal YEARS lmfaoo. as in, jungkook didn't even have tattoos yet years ☠️ in fact, the whole plot for this was spawned from that time namjoon was on a live in his studio and jk visited in this yellow buttonup looking like a hot nerd and namjoon said he looked like he had an interview. it had to be 2018ish...i know my OGs know exactly what i'm talking about, but i'll put it below the cut for reference. ANYWAYS this was fun to imagine, but it's also entirely fiction so please don't attempt anything that happens in this fic lmao. mood for this fic is this. hope you enjoy~ 💜
When you graduated top of your class with a marketing degree and a job already lined up, you weren’t big-headed to assume you would be given a lot in the beginning. No, you knew that you were the new kid on the block and needed to prove yourself first, needed to work your way up from the bottom. But what you definitely didn’t anticipate was working up from thefigurative trenches, almost exclusively doing busywork—constantly making coffee runs, catering business lunches, printing out endless spreadsheets.
Eighty-thousand dollars in debt, and you are a glorified intern.
While you’re positively itching to hit the ground running and get your hands dirty, your job isn’t too bad. The people there are all nice and welcoming, the complimentary coffee in the break room is decent enough for your dwindling bank account, and every quarter the company sponsors an employee barbecue where everyone can fraternize and enjoy free food.
“Apparently it fosters unity and teamwork,” your coworker Joy informs you as you both stand in the food line. “Seokjin—that’s our CEO—is really big on unity and teamwork.”
Joy is also a member of your marketing team. Though friendly, she has zero filter and thus always has a lot to say about everything—which has helped you when it comes to learning the ropes about the company, but has also had you clutching your imaginary pearls in certain situations where you found her topic of choice inappropriate.
Despite only being a year older than you, her title of Marketing Associate instead of your measly Assistant means that she technically outranks you, though she doesn’t usually enforce that fact (unless there was something that needed to be copied or filed, of course). Still, she immediately took you under her wing when you first started and is the closest person to a friend you have at work (even though her daily coffee order is always so ridiculous, you are convinced that she has to be fucking with you—or at least engaging in some form of mild hazing).
“I think it’s nice,” you reply truthfully. “I’ll never say no to free food, and they let us out early and everything.”
“I mean, pretty sure you can get the hotdogs twelve in a pack at the dollar store,” Joy quips, raising her eyebrows at you pointedly. “But sometimes the boys from Sales take their shirts off and play soccer, so there’s that.”
Your eyes dart to said Sales Boys against your will, gaze drawn to Jung Hoseok as he chats animatedly with his teammates by the tables. You’ve only spoken to him once or twice, but his fiery red hair and even brighter smile caught your attention immediately, your heart rate accelerating at the sight of him in hallways mere days into starting your new position. Who better to have a mild work crush on than a sweet-talking salesman who winks at you sometimes in passing?
An appreciative noise has you turning back around, embarrassed at being caught ogling how shapely Hoseok’s butt looks in his dress pants today, but it’s just Wendy from Accounting, Joy’s best friend and thus a harmless, familiar face. Wendy has cut in front of a few editors to join you and Joy, and the way that she smiles at you lets you know she’s up to no good. “He’s cute, huh?” she asks, leaning towards you conspiratorially. “I would definitely give him the good ol’ suck behind the dumpsters over there, if you catch my drift.”
“Err…yeah, I do,” you reply awkwardly. She had been explicitly clear—keyword explicit—so there definitely isn’t any room for misunderstandings. Is this truly appropriate work function conversation? From the way the editors behind you are politely clearing their throats, you think not.
“Behind the dumpster?” Joy asks curiously. “That sounds unnecessarily smelly. He’s standing right next to some sturdy tables that I, for one, would take great advantage of—”
“I’m gonna go get us some drinks,” you announce loudly, your neck heating up. “Can you grab me a hot dog, Joy?”
“Sure,” she says dismissively, already distracted by her sudden debate with Wendy about the most convenient place to suck off salesman Jung.
The whole conversation is making you uncomfortable. You are not a prude—far from it—but there is a time and place for everything, and your coworkers’ blasé attitude towards inappropriate topics at company functions on company time rattles you a bit. So instead of engaging in the risqué discussion further, you make your way to the cluster of brightly-colored coolers that presumably hold beverages, sidling up to the only other person lingering the area.
“Anything good?” you ask cordially, making your coworker, who had apparently been deep in thought while considering his beverage options, startle a bit.
He’s tall, his large frame covered in the appropriate business casual attire of nice jeans and a powder-blue button-up. When he turns his head to look at you, you’re met with large, dark eyes blinking in surprise from behind wire-rimmed glasses. Said eyes dart around for a moment before determining that you were, in fact, speaking to him.
The man clears his throat. “Just the usual,” he says, voice soft. Timid.
“The usual?” you repeat. There are little hoops dangling from his earlobes, and you brush off your surprise at seeing them, returning your gaze to the coolers. Water, a clear soda, a cola. “The basics, you mean. Well, can’t really complain, right? Seeing as it’s all free. I think it’s really nice of them.”
Your companion seems surprised at your words. “It is,” he agrees softly, eyes meeting yours for a second before dropping back down to the cooler. “Um, are you...are you new?”
“Damn, I guess my cover’s blown.” You shoot him a wry smile. “Yeah, I just started a couple of weeks ago. What gave it away?”
“It’s just—no one else here really cares about these barbecues anymore,” he admits, looking at you, but not quite. More like, in your direction. “Everyone has forgotten to appreciate the little things.”
“Nothing is a given,” you shrug. “So you need to appreciate things when you can. And besides, those lots of little things can really add up without you realizing it.”
He finally seems to look at you properly, and the weight of his large, gentle brown eyes throws you off for a second. “They can,” he agrees, lips slowly drifting up.
“What do we have over here?” a loud voice interrupts, a hand falling to your shoulder. You look up, and are met with the brightness of salesman Jung.
“Ah,” Hoseok says with a wink, reaching into the cooler. “I love Sprite.”
“Me too,” you reply automatically, and then immediately want to smack yourself. Because you don’t—carbonated beverages make you break out. But your mouth had formed the lie without your permission.
Embarrassed, you reach into the cooler, grabbing three water bottles. “See you later,” you squeak, avoiding eye contact as you make your escape.
Joy and Wendy are already watching you when you return to where they have procured a table, and when you hand them their waters, Joy raises an eyebrow. “I was wondering how long you were going to talk to that IT guy.”
“Yeah, and why did you leave when Hoseok showed up?” Wendy pouted. “_____, the universe is only going to give you so many opportunities. If you don’t want the ball, then pass it to me! Goddamn.”
“IT guy?” you prompt, hoping to slide past that last remark.
“Yeah. His name is Jungkook, I think? Mostly works with the printers, started a couple months ago.” Joy shrugs, obviously disinterested by the topic. She reaches for the ketchup bottle in the center of the table and squirts some on her hot dog. “This is the first time I’ve seen him at a barbecue, though. Honestly, I’m surprised he even came out, because the IT dudes generally keep to themselves. They rarely leave their little tower,” she adds with a dismissive wave.
Wendy scoffs in disinterest. “Who cares about Jeremy! Hurry up and eat, I’m sure Sales is gonna start their soccer game soon.”
“Soccer game?” you ask distractedly. A glance back to the coolers shows Jungkook is gone, and you don’t see him in the immediate vicinity.
“The sales department likes to play soccer during these things,” Joy reminds you. Her expression brightens. “Hey, maybe Hoseok will take his shirt off again! Let us pray.”
To your coworkers’ disappointment, Hoseok did not take his shirt off. But they certainly had a good time watching his athletic display across the grass anyway.
Monday morning—the start of the workweek, but also, rather depressingly, the end of the weekend. Everyone tends to be more tired and grumpy on Mondays (yourself included), and this is why your team considers it essential that you always stop by their preferred coffeeshop and bring in their drinks for a morning pick-me-up. You’re the lowest on the ladder, so you weren’t exactly sure how to refuse when you were asked one day if you would mind picking up some drinks for everyone, and then, after that, people kept sending you their orders like it was expected of you. The café is technically on your way to work and everyone always pays you back, but it’s still pretty irritating to have to forgo those extra precious minutes of sleep just so you can beat the long lines and get to work on time.
Today, you’re lucky enough to get ahead of the morning rush, but that means that you end up trudging into the building much earlier than you anticipated. You hope the coffee’s insulated cups do their job properly, because you really don’t have the energy to listen to Joy huff and puff about having to reheat hers.
Your trek to your cubicle slows when you realize that someone is already there, sitting in your chair and typing away on your keyboard. Their back is to you, swathed in an olive button-up, and it’s not until you get close enough to curiously crane your head to see their face that you recognize him. The guy from the barbecue last week—the one by the coolers.
He startles a bit when he sees you approach in his peripheral vision, eyes darting up at you in surprise.
“Hi.” You raise the tray you’re holding in an awkward greeting. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to creep up on you.”
“That’s okay, _____,” he replies softly, wide eyes blinking a little from behind his round glasses. “I can get kind of spacey when I’m focused on something. I was just doing some updates on your machine and didn’t see you.”
“You…” Your head tilts curiously. “You know my name?”
A small smile touches his lips as he points to your computer. “I’m updating your machine,” he reminds you.
Not to mention the fact that he’s literally sitting in your cubicle, you name tag clearly posted on the frosted glass that separates your space from Joy’s. An embarrassed chuckle leaves you when you realize your dumbass mistake. “Oh. Duh. Wow, that was a stupid question. Let me just get out of your way.”
“No, no, I’m clearly the one in the way!” His head shakes apologetically. “I couldn’t do this update remotely and I thought you didn’t clock in for another half hour—sorry about that.”
“I don’t,” you confirm. “But I tend to get here a little early so I can sort out everyone’s coffee order.”
A brow raises in surprise. “Do they really have you making coffee runs?” he asks incredulously.
You hmm in confirmation, moving to set the coffee on everyone’s desks. “Rite of passage, I guess,” you call over the divider as you work. Joy’s order today isn’t as over the top as you know she can be, but you were still rather embarrassed to order it (vanilla latte with oatmilk—one and a half pumps cinnamon, one pump hazelnut, an extra espresso shot and extra foam with honey drizzle). The barista had looked at you tiredly but hadn’t voiced her obvious judgement when she rung you up.
“I guess,” you hear him say, but he doesn’t sound too convinced.
Coffee distributed and hands finally free, you return to lean against your cubicle, hovering as he continues to quickly type and click. You look at him pointedly, a small smile creeping across your face. “Speaking of grunt work, I hear you’re the printer guy.”
His lips quirk. “I’m also the expert at updating Microsoft Word, just so you know.”
You laugh, and his eyes crinkle in amused response. “Oh, well excuse me, sir.”
“I’ll let it slide this once. Since you’re new.”
“And so are you. That’s why you’re the printer guy.”
He just lets out a puff of air that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. This close, you can now see the tiny holes that are trailing up his earlobe—he clearly has multiple ear piercings, not just the ones you saw at the barbecue. There is no jewelry in them now, though.
“Jungkook, right?”
It’s his turn to look surprised, and you find yourself satisfied by the flush creeping up the back of his neck when he ducks his head in confirmation.
“Us newbies gotta stick together,” you stage whisper behind a conspiratorial hand before leaning decidedly away. “Anyway, let me stop bothering you and go make some coffee.”
His eyebrows scrunch in clear confusion. “Didn’t you just bring some?”
“…Yeah, I am only just now recognizing just how bizarre this must seem,” you say sheepishly. “But none of those were for me—fancy specialty drinks aren’t really in my budget, so I tend to just brew a cup here.”
“Did you say drinks?” a voice croaks, and when you turn your head, there’s Joy, walking towards the two of you. If her body’s sluggish movements weren’t enough to clue you in to the fact that she’s exhausted and possibly hungover, the designer sunglasses she’s wearing to tactfully hide half her face certainly do.
“On your desk,” you chirp as she walks past you without another glance. “Good morning!”
There is no response from the other side of the cubicle wall, and Jungkook frowns a bit, but you just give him a small shrug that translates to what can you do? before pushing off the wall to continue your trek to the kitchen. “You want one?” you offer. “I make a mean cafeteria coffee. Trial and error has taught me the exact temperature of tap water to use to make it taste less like sludge.”
His mouth smoothes back out at your joke, and though you wait for him to call you out on your ridiculous declaration, his gaze is already back on your computer. “No thank you,” comes his soft reply.
With a nod to yourself, you move to complete your task and leave Jungkook to work on his. When you return minutes later, newly-filled mug in hand, he’s already gone.
Today starts out pretty typically. After bringing everyone’s coffee, you settle into monitoring the company’s social media accounts. (When Joy first delegated this task to you, you were a bit confused, as social media is so vital to brands nowadays that handling it is technically a whole other full-time job. But it turns out you don’t have to do much above the intern level anyway—just answer customer questions and escalate issues if need be.)
Your manager has been out traveling for a week, but today she finally comes back to the office, and it makes for a nice change of pace when she hands you all of her scattered, hurriedly-scribbled notes and asks you to please transcribe them into something more cohesive and legible. Well, not nice, exactly (because at the end of the day, this is still busywork), but if you have to reply to one more Facebook comment with instructions that are clearly already on the product packaging, there is a pretty likely possibility you will scream.
This is at least slightly less mind-numbing. Instead of copy-pasting things from a prewritten script, you get to try to make sense of what your boss had been trying to say when she wrote turkey club in the corner of a page filled with random numbers and dates. Was this important? Was it simply her plans for lunch that day? You and your fancy college degree have the pleasure of trying to figure that out while Joy and Alan, the web manager, get to actually do important things that are in their job descriptions.
Still, like every day, you try to dampen your frustration, try to keep a positive attitude. Because ultimately, this is an opportunity to grow your boss’s confidence in you, and that’s exactly what you want. Though you’re a little disheartened by all the busywork, you remind yourself it will all be worth it in the end. Your hope is that if you put in the time, you’ll eventually be trusted with more of the nitty gritty stuff.
(You know…the stuff you actually got your degree for.)
But no matter how positive you are, things of course don’t go as smoothly as they should. After you’ve done a pretty fantastic job (if you say so yourself) of organizing and typing everything up, you send your manager the digital version. And, because you know the email may accidentally get buried in her inbox, you decide to print a physical copy for good measure.
You give the printer pretty simple, straightforward directions. One copy, double-sided (to do your part to save Mother Earth), the whole document typed in plain old black and white. But when you walk over, there’s nothing waiting for you in the printing tray. No humming to clue you in to the fact that the printer was working on your job. Nope. Instead, the admittedly ancient machine is quiet and still, and it stays that way for long enough for you to walk back to your computer to press the print button again, just in case you forgot to do so the first time. Still no dice. You frown, opening the paper tray to make sure it was full, then opening every other compartment that can possibly be opened to make sure there isn’t a paper jam somewhere.
Nothing.
Irritated, you stalk back to your desk, your first inclination to check with Joy and see if she has been having any of the same issues, but you find her chair empty. Probably got pulled into a meeting that they don’t find it necessary to loop you in on, even though it will ultimately be you who does all the grunt work for any action items the meeting produces.
Positive, you remind yourself, falling back into your chair and drumming your fingertips against your desk in thought. Maybe it’s not the printer at all. Maybe it’s your computer. You search your desk drawer for the introductory employee contact sheet HR had given you when you first started, and there he is—Jeon, Jungkook.
For a second, you consider sending him an email, but the green dot that displays he’s online has you shooting him a message instead. Much less formal, but likely quicker for the both of you.
You
Hey Jungkook! Sorry to bother you, but I can’t print for some reason
You
The printer over here is ignoring me, and I don’t think I’m set up to print by the art directors
Despite what you originally assumed, he doesn’t answer immediately, obviously focused on something else. Still, you only have to wait a few minutes before you hear the soft ding you were waiting for.
Jungkook Jeon
Hi, _____. You mean the large printer by the marketing department, correct?
You
Yes! I tried a couple times, but I don’t think the job even went through
You
Thought it best to just ask the printer guy 🙂
There’s a pause, one long enough that you worry that he’s forgotten about your lighthearted exchange from this morning. Shit. That was stupid of you. You’ve probably offended him. Fuck.
But if Jungkook is upset with you, he’s professional enough that it doesn’t come across at all in his next message. If anything, he just seems a little preoccupied.
Jungkook Jeon
Hmmm, let me check it out for you. Mabel can be a little uncooperative.
You
Mabel?
Silence again, this time for a good five minutes. You answer some emails so you’re not just sitting there twiddling your thumbs.
Jungkook Jeon
Sorry, was running some diagnostics in the background to see if I could find the problem
IT kinda calls that printer Mabel because we’re pretty sure she’s worked for the company for longer than all of us combined. Seems fitting
You can’t help but snort at that. Cute, and likely not inaccurate. Mabel, it is.
Jungkook Jeon
One of these days Mabel’ll finally retire, but it won’t be today—looks like she’s running fine. Do you mind checking for me and seeing if you can access the marketing server?
A few clicks, and when double clicking on the server icon doesn’t bring up the same list of folders it usually does, it confirms the conclusion the both of you have already come to—your computer is the problem, not Mabel.
You
No dice 😕
Jungkook Jeon
Got it. I think something went weird with your network connection after I updated your machine this morning. I can fix that for you!
You
Awesome! I appreciate it!
Jungkook Jeon
Of course! Can’t have my sparkling reputation as the Printer Guy tarnished so easily 😉
You
LOL
You allow him remote access to your computer when a pop-up prompts you to, and he gets you up and running before your manager’s meeting is even over.
Lunch has always been an interesting—albeit potentially exhausting—part of your day. You learned early on that attempting to take the break you were legally entitled to at your desk did not stop anyone from continuing to ask you for things. Unfortunately, there weren’t many solutions to this problem—you didn’t get paid enough to be able to consistently eat your lunches out, and you lived too far away from the office to go home for lunch instead. So, you started taking your lunch break a little earlier than most of your other coworkers did, ensuring that the cafeteria was pretty empty and allowing you the space to decompress and eat your bagged lunch in peace.
And as things usually went with this company, it didn’t take long for that peace to be interrupted. Once she noticed you disappearing from your desk, curiosity had Joy tagging along one day, and after that, it only took a couple weeks before both she and Wendy joined you.
(Later, you would have the great idea to simply enjoy your bagged lunch in the park a few blocks away, but the weather wasn’t always great and at that point, the other two started to expect you to eat with them.)
So that’s exactly how you’re spending your lunch now—scarfing down the soup you made a few days ago that you’ll eat until it’s completely gone, while Joy and Wendy giggle and gossip to each other. As much as they apparently want to eat lunch with you, they tend to be pretty nonplussed by how you never contribute much to their inane conversations.
And you’re fine with that. In the time it’s taken them to get comfortable invading your zen time, you’ve learned how to properly tune their tittering out. You’re good at nodding at the right times, at throwing in perfectly placed hums that indicate you’re listening, even when you’re not.
Today, it’s a sudden, uncharacteristic pause in their chatter that prickles against your diverted attention. “That’s weird,” you hear Wendy mutter, and that officially throws you out of you mentally making your grocery list. The intrigued way she’s looking behind you makes you reflexively turn, and that’s when your eyes set on Jungkook.
He hadn’t been there when you first sat down for lunch, but he is now, sitting alone a couple tables away. He’s the only other person in the cafeteria, but from the AirPods in his ears and the way his eyes are focused on his phone screen, you doubt he’s even noticed this fact.
Joy’s lips downturn slightly into a puzzled frown. “Hmm. IT guys never come down voluntarily from their tower.”
Your head tilts as you mull over that. That isn’t exactly true. You have only seen Jungkook in passing a few times over the last couple weeks, but those few times prove IT aren’t exactly the antisocial specters the two women in front of you keep painting them as. You have even exchanged the short pleasantries with him that are socially expected when crossing paths at the coffeepot.
“Wonder what he’s doing here?” Wendy says, not nearly quietly enough in your opinion. Embarrassment flashes hot through you, inwardly chastising yourself for continuing to associate with such casually judgmental people. You’re already mentally preparing to apologize for your lunch mates when a covert glance out of the corner of your eye shows that Jungkook’s still paying your group no attention, taking distracted bites from his sandwich as his head bobs slightly to whatever is playing through his headphones.
“Whatever,” Joy says with a dismissive shrug, and then just that easily, the two are back gossiping about Cindy in HR.
From then on, you notice that Jungkook continues to eat lunch in the cafeteria at the same time as you. Sometimes, he beats you there, already at his designated table and munching on whatever he brought that day. If your eyes meet, he’ll send you a small smile in greeting before immediately dropping his focus back to his phone. If you’re there first and throw him a wave of acknowledgment, he always returns it, as is polite and expected of two coworkers who don’t know each other beyond their forced proximity.
And you think nothing of it, too busy being your department’s errand girl, the person who gets assigned all the tasks no one else wants to do. The amount of interaction you and Jungkook have is only marginally higher than what you have with Namjoon in Finance, who periodically reaches out to you for any missing receipts for charges on the Marketing department’s credit card.
This slowly starts changing as you begin to have more and more technical problems. You being assigned to put together multiple PowerPoints and research whatever market trends tickles your boss’s fancy means you constantly have an ungodly amount of tabs and applications open. This means you’re not really surprised when your computer—an older model that is definitely on its last leg—starts freezing and giving you pop up errors. A force restart seems to fix the problem, but a new one emerges—now, no matter how many times you hit the print button and walk over to your designated printer, nothing awaits for you to pick up. Even scrolling through the printer’s print history shows no record of your jobs being in the queue. It’s bizarre—you even make sure to confirm you’re connected to the servers, and that doesn’t seem to be the issue this time.
Frowning, you make your way back to your desk and scroll down your chat messages until a familiar face appears.
You
Hey Jungkook! I can’t seem to print—think something weird is going on with my computer today
A soft sigh of frustration escapes your lips, fingers drumming irritably against your desk. It isn’t even noon, but the day is already looking to be a long one.
Resigned, you settle in to wait for him to answer you in the chat, but the little bubbles that indicate he’s typing never pop up. Instead, you’re surprised when movement in your peripheral produces Jungkook himself, slowing in approach of your desk, though his focus is still on his phone screen. He must have gotten your message in the midst of doing something else.
“Oh! Hi,” you greet him eagerly. “Just the person I was looking to see.”
He looks up at you from beneath the curtain of his bangs, a small smile touching his lips as he stuffs his phone back into the pocket of his slacks. “Just the person I was looking for,” he returns. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Mabel is being a bitch again,” you say with an irritated sigh. “Every time I try to print, nothing is happening.”
Jungkook snorts, amused, and it’s only then that your brain registers exactly what you just said. Swearing at work is unprofessional so you make it a point not do it, but that one slipped out so casually. “Oh—sorry.”
But if Jungkook is offended, it certainly doesn’t show in the responding chuckle he lets out. “That’s definitely on brand. I can fix that—let me take a look.”
You move to relinquish your seat, but he’s already leaning over you before you can do more than shift your weight. So you just let go of your mouse so he can control it instead, scooting to the side a bit and trying your best not to think too hard about how he’s close enough for your clothes to brush. Christ does he smell good.
Jungkook clicks around a bit, no doubt checking to make sure your computer is up to date and connected to everything it’s supposed to. “Is this what you’ve been trying to print?” he finally asks, brows furrowed in concentration.
You blink at the question, realizing with dawning horror that you were accidentally distracted by his proximity. You clear your throat, shaking your head a little at yourself in an attempt to clear it of all thoughts that aren’t solidly on the task at hand. “Yeah.”
He clicks the print button, just as you have done for the past ten minutes, then straightens with a shrug. “Let’s give our old girl a visit and see what her deal is.”
You stand, following him around the corner to the copy room, where Mabel has proudly taken residence for who knows how many years. The fact that you can already see she’s humming with activity as the two of you approach has your eyebrows knitting in confusion.
Jungkook seems equally confused, reaching in the tray for the stack of paper that was just spit out and turning it over to confirm both of your suspicions. The report you’ve been trying to print for the last twenty minutes sits in his hand, likely still warm from how quickly and easily Mabel completed Jungkook’s request. He holds it up for you to see, his big doe eyes peering at you quizzically through his glasses. “This printer was the one that wouldn’t work for you?” he asks.
“Yeah, I definitely sent it to this one. Repeatedly,” you insist. Embarrassment prickles across your skin. “I swear it wasn’t working two seconds ago!”
Jungkook smiles when he hands you the papers, and it somehow softens his naturally cherubic face even more. “You just wanted to say hi to me, huh?”
“Clearly Mabel likes you more than me,” you sniff at his teasing. “Sorry for wasting your time.”
“You didn’t,” he says simply. He hovers for a few more moments as you check to make sure all the pages are there. “Let me know if you have any more issues, okay?”
“Will do,” you agree, mind already back on your work as you both turn to part ways. “Thank you so much for your help!”
“Anytime.”
“Didn’t you have a date last night?” Joy asks.
It’s lunchtime again, early enough that the three of you are still the only ones in the cafeteria. While both Joy and Wendy are munching on some overpriced salads they had delivered from a restaurant a couple blocks away, you’re eating a boring ham and cheese sandwich that you haphazardly slapped together in your rush to get out the door this morning. Vaguely, you do remember Wendy mentioning something about an upcoming hot date, but she was always rambling about a hot date, and frankly, you don’t care enough to keep up with any details. Everything you know about her love life—and her, in all honesty—has been dumped onto you without you having any say in the matter.
“I did,” Wendy squeals, excited as always to have the opportunity to talk about herself. “His name was Miles. We’ve been talking on Tinder for the past week—he was really sweet and seemed to want to get to know me. Last night he took me to a nice restaurant, really wined and dined me.”
“Wow,” Joy says, eyebrows raised. “That sounds promising. When are you gonna see him again?”
“I’m not,” Wendy scoffed. “He was nice and all, but he’s only 5’7. It’ll never work out.”
“True.”
You’ve been trying your hardest to zone them out, but the longer Wendy prattles on, each sentence more baffling than the last, you can’t help but interject, “Doesn’t the app let you filter out height preferences?”
Wendy pauses, a raise of an eyebrow betraying her surprise at you finally participating in her lunchtime shenanigans. “Not on the free version.”
“So why did you even entertain him if you knew you would never consider him seriously?”
“..because I wanted to go to dinner?” Wendy replies flatly, the look on her face doing nothing to hide how stupid she thinks your question is. “Besides, he got what he wanted out of the deal. After dinner I took him home and let him fuck.”
The flippantly casual way she throws out the vulgar word feels like a record scratch, especially since the three of you are, in fact, still very much on company premises. Wendy doesn’t seem to notice just how much she’s scandalized you, continuing to prattle on at full volume about how the sex was pretty good for a Tinder date, even though he refused to eat her out.
At this point, you’ve long slowed in your chewing, now entirely too incredulous by the absurdity of the situation you’ve found yourself in to eat.
“You didn’t suck him, did you?” Joy asks.
Wendy scoffs. “Of course not! I’m not giving head to some random anyway, especially if he’s not gonna give me mine first.”
“Can we not talk about this?” you mumble.
They both turn to stare at you, judgement plain on their faces. Wendy snorts. “Wow, _____. I never took you to be a prude.”
“I did,” Joy slides in under her breath.
You let out an agitated huff. This is ridiculous. “I’m not a prude.”
The two of them share a look. After a pause, Wendy finally asks in a way that indicates that it doesn’t really matter what you say because her mind is already made up, “Then what’s the problem?”
Aside from this conversation being a massive HR violation?
Wendy continues smugly, as if she’s figured you out, “Talking about oral hit a nerve…interesting.”
Yes, Wendy! you think sarcastically, fighting the intense urge to roll your eyes. The whole rest of the convo was good and dandy—oral was definitely the line, though!
Joy just looks at you, her eyes narrowing the longer she does. Her scrutiny makes your skin prickle in irritation. “You have gotten head before, right?”
“Okay!” you say sharply, stuffing the uneaten half of your sandwich back into the bag. “One, that’s neither of your business, and two, this conversation is completely inappropriate. Let’s change the subject, please.”
It’s quiet for a moment, both of them visibly surprised by your response. Joy actually looks a tiny bit proud that you stood up for yourself, but Wendy just sniffs and mutters, “That obviously means no.” Ultimately, they both back off, choosing instead to chatter about the newest design of Joy’s nails.
You exhale a tiny sigh of relief. Wendy was hitting the nail too close to the head and you truly didn’t feel like explaining your life story to a nosy coworker who was nothing more than your acquaintance, at best. Now that they’ve finally let you out of the hot seat, you’re fully planning to spend the rest of your lunch hour zoning out in relative peace.
But before you can properly dissociate, you hear someone cough behind you.
Your blood runs cold. You already know who it is—no one else tends to eat lunch this early.
“How long has he been sitting there?” you whisper, already dreading the answer.
Joy waves an unbothered hand. “I don’t know, like five minutes?”
Five minutes. Long enough to have heard…
You’re immediately mortified, and it must show on your face, because Wendy just snorts and says way too loudly for your comfort, “Oh, relax, this is probably the most action he’s gotten in months. I’m doing him a favor.”
What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. “Are you serious right now?”
“Calm down,” Joy says, rolling her eyes. “Look, he’s not even listening to us.”
And a slow, discrete turn of your head confirms what she says—Jungkook, in an ugly salmon button-up today, has his earbuds in, eyes downcast to his phone screen, lips soundlessly forming the words to whatever song he’s listening to. You feel a tiny bit of relief, but embarrassment still roils deep in your belly, suddenly making your half-eaten sandwich completely unappetizing.
You stand, grabbing the brown paper bag that contains the remnants of your lunch and hoping against hope that you’ll be able to bolt without him noticing.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” Wendy sighs, annoyance bleeding into her tone. “I told you I didn’t realize you were a prude. We can talk about something else.”
You bristle, but tamp down the urge to defend yourself and point out again that you aren’t a prude, you just don’t want to be the office harlot either. “It’s not that,” you lie. The judgmental look in Joy’s eye only softens when you say, “I just remembered I forgot to print the printouts for the meeting this afternoon. I’ll see you guys later?”
“Sure,” Joy says dismissively, and Wendy says nothing at all. They’ve already moved on, no longer interested in your swift escape, attention eagerly back on the details of Wendy’s weekend. That’s works perfectly fine for you—you’ve had enough of being the center of attention for the day.
Blessedly, Jungkook doesn’t even look up when slink past him and out the door.
It’s hot.
Third quarter is well underway, which means that it’s time again for the quarterly company barbecue. That also means it’s hot as balls.
You suffer quietly, trying not to add to the stank atmosphere Joy and Wendy are already creating due to the heat. It’s an ambitious goal, especially since you’re already sweltering beneath your blouse—which was reasonable to wear within the chilled walls of the office, but feels rather ridiculous now, under the relentless beat of the sun. Despite being grateful for the free food and break from your maddeningly boring work, you can’t help but mentally yearn for the indoors, where there’s proper shade and air conditioning and decidedly less bitching.
“I don’t know why they don’t just cater something for us to eat inside,” Joy mopes, dabbing at her brow with what you already know from experience to be a cheap, scratchy napkin. “How is anyone supposed to enjoy themselves if we’re melting?”
“It’s probably a ploy,” Wendy quips. “The more uncomfortable we are, the more likely we are to get back to work.”
“The date’s been on the calendar for months,” you point out wearily. “They had no way of knowing there’d be a heat wave today. Besides, the company’s already paid for the food. I doubt they intended to purposely waste that money.”
Joy scoffs in retort. “The company also knows throwing an outdoor event in July is the same as throwing one in Satan’s asshole.”
Wendy sniggers, but you don’t answer, biting back your response that outdoor barbecues are common during summer, and at least they don’t have you out here in the snow. Because honestly? This is only your second quarter with the company, and who knows what the fourth quarter barbecue looks like.
All you can do is free some of the buttons on your blouse, undoing as many as you can while still being office-appropriate. As it is, you now have a little cleavage peeking out, but with how hot it is, you figure no one will say anything.
“Look,” Wendy says with an unsubtle tip of her head. “Looks like the soccer game is still on, at least.”
Fluttering the hem of your blouse in an attempt to get some circulation, you reflexively respond to her prompting, eyes following her line of sight. A few tables down, the Sales team has finished their meal and appears to be actively gauging coworker interest in joining their game. From the decently-sized group that’s starting to form by the open field, you think they’re pretty successful, despite the heat.
Joy groans, lifting her long hair with a hand in an effort to cool off the back of her neck. “I don’t know how they’re doing all that when it feels too hot to breathe.”
Inwardly, you agree with her, but Wendy just gives a lazy shrug and says, “Hey, if we’re gonna roast to death, at least we’ll be properly entertained.”
“True,” Joy muses. “And they’re gonna be sweatier than usual.”
Wendy’s eyes glaze over a bit at the thought. You grimace, amazed that these two always seem to have their heads in the gutter. That’s my cue. “I’ll be right back,” you say, brushing off the back of your slacks as you stand, but they pay you no mind when you walk away.
You’ve already finished your meal, but it can’t hurt to take another look at the coolers. It’s so hot that you’ve already downed your first beverage, so a new one is in order. When you arrive to the area, two people from Customer Service pass, nodding at you in acknowledgment as they make their way back to their table. You’ve only just started to reach for a cooler lid when you hear someone address you again.
“Hey,” a familiar voice says timidly behind you. “How’s it going?”
You reflexively turn your head, simultaneously surprised and not at all to find Jungkook standing there. He’s got on a long-sleeved button-up despite the heat—grey, checkered with a red and navy plaid—and you can’t help but wonder how he’s not sweltering. Though, the noticeable sheen on his face and the way his damp bangs are starting clump together tells you he just might be.
“I’ve had better days,” you answer honestly, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead. Before you can catch yourself, that same hand is vaguely gesturing at him, head to toe. “How are you not melting?”
His lips twitch, amused. “I definitely am,” he admits. “I actually hoped no one was over here so I could stuff some of the ice from these coolers down my shirt without being judged.”
You snort. “Hey, who’s judging? Certainly not me. Knock yourself out; just make sure you leave me some.”
He taps his chin, jokingly in thought, but to be honest, he does mildly look as if he’s actually considering it. “Well, we wouldn’t want the beverages to get cold…”
“Eh, there’s probably not that many in here anyway. They could probably consolidate coolers.” To prove your point, you bend over, cracking open one of the red ones next to you and peering inside. The expected assortment of generic sodas greets you, looking admittedly very refreshing floating in their ice bath. “See, this one isn’t even full.”
You angle your torso a bit so you can meet his eye properly over your shoulder, but as soon as you look up at him, his gaze hurriedly skirts away, color crawling up the back of his neck. You stand with a frown, confused by this, but ultimately brush off his weird behavior when you notice Namjoon from Accounting sidling up to the two of you.
"Hey guys," he greets you, a friendly smile dimpling his cheeks. "We're getting some people together for a soccer game. I know it's really hot, but would either of you want to join?"
You’ve often seen Namjoon chatting with Hoseok in passing, and twice have even seen them leave the building for lunch together, so it doesn’t surprise you that the accountant is helping recruit for the Sales team's traditional barbecue pastime. What does surprise you, however, is that when he casually claps a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, the younger man first responds by blinking owlishly at him behind his glasses, and then, a few seconds later, giving him a nod of assent.
Obviously you don't know Jungkook very well—not at all, really, outside of your ongoing feud with Mabel. But you didn't take him to be the type to be into playing outdoor sports, particularly in this weather, and you certainly didn't expect him to agree so easily. A smile from Namjoon and suddenly all thoughts of stealing cooler ice are gone.
Namjoon turns back to you, but you're already shaking your head. "Nope, no thank you! Y'all have fun. I'll just supervise from over there in the shade."
"Fair enough," he chuckles, and then he's leading Jungkook across the open field to meet up with the others.
Mildly more interested in the game now, you take this as your cue to grab the beverage you came for—a can of a Lipton knockoff and a bottle of water for good measure—and return to your table.
Joy and Wendy are still yapping when you approach, though in your absence, Joy has apparently decided to move to Wendy’s side of the table. It only takes you following their line of sight to quickly recognize why—that side of the table has an unobstructed view of the upcoming soccer game. Well, unobstructed, so long as you change your seat too. Awkward about intentionally getting in the way, you pause for only a moment before ultimately reaching for the end seat perpendicular to them instead.
When you lean over a little to pull your chair out from under the table, Joy finally deigns to acknowledge you, ticking an eyebrow. “I can see down your shirt,” she tells you offhandedly.
Your head snaps down, and you realize she’s right—undoing those few extra buttons has made the billowy fabric more susceptible to gravity, particularly when you leaned over. You yourself could see your whole chest and the basic bra that supported it, and at this angle, you doubt your blouse covered much of that from Joy’s gaze. A hand immediately snaps up to press the material back in place, but before you can even get properly embarrassed, her attention is ripped from you, eyes wide at something behind you.
“Holy—”
Wendy's jaw drops. Your head reflexively turns in the direction they're gawking at.
And before you can stop it, your jaw drops too.
Your tablemates have been known to be dramatic, and are certainly the type to stretch a fact or two. But it’s only now that you fully understand their fixation on these Sales soccer games, because yes, sometimes they do indeed take their shirts off. Like now.
Other than one girl from Compliance, all of the game’s recruits appear to be men, and as such, the group has chosen to distinguish teams by shirts vs. skins. And while the sudden appearance of skin naturally draws most people’s attention, your attention only gravitates towards one person. Cause what the fuck.
You almost don't recognize him, your brain rapidly shuffling through the information it's collected about him over the past few months and struggling to reconcile with what your eyes are actually seeing. Because the Jungkook you know wears glasses and long sleeves and has an unassuming hairstyle that looks suspiciously like a bowl may have been involved at some point.
But the person you're looking at now? Glasses have been discarded, apparently no longer needing optical assistance, and he’s ditched the button-up, sweat making the white sleeveless tank he has on underneath spottily transparent and divulging the dusk of his nipples. Now that you can properly see the taper of his slim waist, his shoulders are proportionally more broad than you realized. And, since he clearly has no regard for your rapidly rising blood pressure, Jungkook decides now is the perfect time to reach over said shoulders, grab fistfuls of damp fabric, and pull. The sight of him slipping the shirt over his head—the ink of his hair sinfully mussed, the muscles of his back rippling with the movement—has you reflexively swallowing, mouth dry.
He's absolutely ripped.
There's no other way to say it. A superior specimen, built and honed in a way that's only possible through years of hard work and discipline. He's still lean enough that you can rationalize how you’ve never picked up on that amount of muscle hiding beneath his unassuming dress shirts, but you're still gobsmacked.
Your mind spins, struggling to come to terms with the near impossible fact Jungkook actually pulled a Clark Kent on you. Well, pulled a Clark Kent if Clark Kent was also covered in gorgeous ink, pigment swirling up his right arm from wrist to shoulder. From this distance you can’t see the exact designs that make up his intricate sleeve, but you can tell it was composed with a purposeful eye.
Jungkook is absolutely ripped and tattooed. Jungkook. Printer guy Jungkook.
Flustered and trying not to be, you quickly look away, clanking your jaw shut and trying to focus on the plastic tabletop instead. Dear god, this is embarrassing. You really just gawked at your coworker! He was minding his own business and your jaw just reflexively unhinged like a degenerate. God, you hoped he didn't see that.
But any mortification you have is apparently not shared by the other two at your table.
“Is that Justin?!” Wendy demands rather shrilly, eyes wide, and the volume of her question would embarrass you even more if your brain could process any other reaction right now other than straight static. “Justin from IT?!”
You swallow thickly, your responding correction weak and delayed. “Jungkook.”
“Finally,” Joy groans, pushing her plate away dramatically. “Some good fucking food!”
You can’t help it then—your eyes drift back up, lured to the soccer players once more and zeroing in on him immediately. Seemingly unable to stray from his form, the heat already producing a sheen over his golden skin even though the game hasn’t started yet.
Surrounded by a few surprised male coworkers, Jungkook’s slightly hunched into himself, shy at the sudden attention. Even with the distance, you can see how Hoseok claps Jungkook on the back, just as animated over his newly revealed physique as the members of your table. But while everyone else is excited by this revelation…
Across the field, Jungkook innocuously turns his head in your direction. Like magnets, his eyes hone in on yours, your gaze locked for a few seconds until another loud What the fuck?! from Wendy frees you from the spell and you hurriedly look away again, a completely different kind of heat washing over you.
Jesus, you need to get ahold of yourself. There’s no way he was actually looking at you—it’s too sunny, and he’s not even wearing his glasses! He probably can’t even see that far.
But when you brave another peek in that direction and realize you can literally count his abs from here—
What the fuck, indeed.
Mutely, you watch the game unfold, not as self-conscious when it becomes clear that the whole office is doing the same. Though Joy and Wendy have been very salacious in their excitement for it, the soccer game is evidently a company barbecue highlight for others as well. And you’re sure Jungkook joining the fray has only added to the interest, as he’s a completely new addition to the equation.
And to your continued astonishment, Jungkook is good. He’s fast and lithe and brazen. He proves to you, again and again, that he can kick the ball with such ferocious accuracy that the other team’s goalie eventually stops trying to get in his way and simply resorts to trying to protect their vulnerable body parts instead. His intensity only entices reciprocal energy from everyone else, and what has traditionally been a lighthearted game between coworkers has now transformed into a group of competitive men who feel they now have something to prove.
Joy and Wendy are delighted by this development, squealing and cheering and tittering amongst themselves. You sit quietly, still trying to mentally process this new development, but when you start to feel embarrassed by just how much you’re staring, you decide to call it a day. No one really notices when you stand and gather your trash, and luckily the distraction of the game means you’re able to slip out without any fanfare.
This quarter’s barbecue being on a Friday means you’re blessed with a weekend to decompress and regroup. Unfortunately for you, the office doesn’t just…move on from the event like it has in the past. Instead, this particular barbecue was apparently such a success that you continue to hear chatter about it for the next week, mostly in passing. But while everyone else makes small talk about how much fun they had, Joy and Wendy choose to hone in on the only thing they truly consider worthy of discussion—Jungkook.
Today, just as they have every day for the past few months, they join your table when you take your early lunch. However, to their increasing irritation, the object of their current fixation isn’t here. In fact, Jungkook hasn’t showed up to the cafeteria during your lunch time since before the barbecue, and you inwardly have to admit it’s a little strange without him. You sat at different tables and the two of you never really said much to each other beyond the expected niceties, but you’ve gotten used to his presence all the same.
You actually have barely seen him at all, with Mabel on her best behavior this week and Jungkook seemingly busy with something that has kept him mostly out of common areas. Still, with your embarrassingly strong reaction to him at the barbecue, it’s probably for the best. You’re a little wary of what your first proper interaction is going to be like, and you’ve been mentally preparing yourself to be as normal as possible.
Your female lunchmates don’t seem to have that same mindset.
“Does he just not eat anymore?” Joy huffs. “I literally haven’t seen him all week!”
Wendy picks at her salad, lips twisted in a displeased grimace. “I actually saw him yesterday.”
Joy’s head snaps to her. “What?! You didn’t tell me that. What happened?”
“Since casually running into him doesn’t seem to be working, I figured I’d try getting him to come to me. So I unplugged my keyboard and messaged him, but he didn’t show up for like 40 minutes,” Wendy sighs irritably. “And when he did, he looked at me like I was a moron.”
Your lips twitch in amusement before you can stop them. Joy immediately says exactly what you’re thinking. “Well, you are a moron. You sat there for 40 minutes with your keyboard unplugged!”
Wendy soldiers on like she didn't hear her, undeterred from her gossiping. “So he came over in his ugly button-up and judged me! Plugged the keyboard back in and walked away without even saying anything.”
Despite not properly running into him all week, you actually did see Jungkook’s shirt in passing yesterday as he was turning down a hallway at the far end of the office. Wendy’s right—it had been an ugly puce. You found it endearing.
“He didn’t even roll up his sleeves,” Wendy mourned. “The least Jamal could have done was give me that.”
You pause in the chewing of the tuna sandwich you brought from home, exasperated. “Jamal,” you repeat flatly. “Really?”
Wendy waves her hand at you dismissively. “You know who I mean!”
“I mean, he’ll probably be more willing to talk to you if you treat him like an actual person.” Your quip is reflexive and indignant, and it kind of throws all three of you off guard. Joy raises an eyebrow at you and your sudden vexation, but you still add, though more subdued, “You know. Making an effort to remember his name is a good start.”
“Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios?” Wendy sniffs, though she doesn’t seem very offended by your callout. Over the months you’ve superficially gotten to know her, you’ve come to notice that she doesn’t really take much seriously—a simultaneously admirable and frustrating trait. “If you wanted dibs, you could have just said that.”
You feel heat flush up your neck, denial attempting to sputter from your lips, but true to form, Wendy has already moved on, tittering about how it’s about time the office had some proper excitement that wasn’t just meetings and spreadsheets.
“And speaking of meetings,” Joy pipes up, passing you a nonchalant look, “don’t forget to order those sandwiches for the client meeting tomorrow.”
“Sandwiches?” Your mind blanks. You knew your boss was hosting some clients in the office—had even been working on a lot of grunt work to prepare for it—but no one had mentioned anything to you about any sandwiches. “I thought she was wining and dining them?”
Joy let out a mildly irritated huff. “No, they have to catch an early flight home, so the plan has changed to a working lunch. Weren’t you listening in Monday’s meeting?”
No, you hadn’t been listening, because you weren’t invited to the Monday’s meeting. So it looks like a plan had been made and tasks assigned to you…without anyone bothering to communicate that. Typical.
You close your eyes for a second, jaw working as you attempt to tamp down your ever-brewing frustration. If they intend on you ordering from the usual place, it may be too late to cater for delivery, which means you’ll probably be stuck figuring out how to transport multiple giant platters from a restaurant five blocks away.
“Do you mind forwarding me the request you sent? I must have missed it,” you respond neutrally, knowing full well the original email had never been sent to you. You stand to leave, the rest of your lunch break instantly soured by the revelation that you apparently have time-sensitive action items that are encroaching dangerous territory. “Just want to make sure I get the order correct.”
Joy nods, attention already back on Wendy and only half-listening. In the meantime, you’ll have to research alternatives, just in case.
While you’re lucky enough to find an acceptable last-minute catering option that will also, blessedly, deliver, that doesn’t mean you’re free to take a breather.
It’s now the end of the day, and one by one, you see everyone around you log out and head for the elevator. Even Joy, who leaves right on time, despite knowing just how many tasks your small team still needs to complete for the big meeting tomorrow. What’s left is mostly grunt work, and while you are undoubtedly a grunt, it’s been clear for a while now that Joy no longer sees herself to be included in that category. So even though having more hands on deck would speed things along considerably, she still gathers her purse and gives you a cheeky finger wave on her way out.
At some point, the cleaning lady makes her rounds, scooting past you with a murmured apology to empty your trash can, but eventually even she disappears. Hell, even the sun abandons you, the soft glow fading from all the windows and stranding you with the cold fluorescent lighting that only remains on in your part of the office, because the lights have motion detectors.
And so it’s just you, kneeling on the carpet and surrounded by a gazillion binders. Ensuring relevant reports and Powerpoint presentations are accurate and sending digital copies to your boss for her to have on-hand. Attempting to print physical copies and assemble them into binder portfolios your clients will be able to follow along with during the meeting.
Attempting, because Mabel is, of course, choosing now to live up to her bitchy reputation. She won’t print on the right-sized paper. She won’t collate. She won’t be cooperative at all, and you’re too exhausted for this shit. Physically and mentally exhausted, trying your hardest to rein in the frustration that’s slowly expanding in your chest, crawling up your throat and triggering a familiar burning behind your eyes. It’s not fair.
An exasperated noise escapes you without thinking, a loud, guttural thing. None of this is fair.
“_____?”
Your head snaps over your shoulder in surprise, not at all expecting anyone else to still be in the building. It’s Jungkook, because of course it is. Brows knitted in confusion, a black leather jacket thrown over his marigold button-up for some reason. He’s standing near the doors that exit into the lobby, evidently about to begin his trek home before you unwittingly paused his endeavor.
“What are you still doing here?” he asks, but before you can even deign to answer, he’s already taken a few steps towards you and followed up with a clearly concerned, “Are you okay?”
You take a breath, struggling to calm the storm within you. None of this is his fault, nor his problem, and you should just force a smile on your face so he can be on his way and leave you to your self-pity. But you’re tired, so tired, and simply don’t have the capacity to pretend anymore. You swallow around the lump in your throat, and when you do speak, the thickness of your voice betrays the tears that you’re fighting to keep at bay. “No.”
This only seems to alarm him more. He’s standing next to you now, as close as he can get with the array of binders and papers you have scattered on the floor around you like a fortress not meant to keep anyone out, but rather, to keep you inside.
“What’s the matter?” he asks gently.
“Oh, nothing,” you snort derisively, blinking rapidly at the ceiling in an effort to try to stop the inevitable. “Nothing. It’s just well past 7pm and I’m still here in this godforsaken building attempting to print out and hole punch and assemble twenty copies of this presentation. I can’t even get the printer to do what I’m asking it to! And there’s no fucking reason I should still be here because the could have been done last week if my boss didn’t keep making nonsensical changes based solely on vibes. And tell me why there are six people on my team but no one thought to help me or take any sort of ownership of this at all—as per usual—or even buy me a fucking coffee for once! I haven’t eaten a proper meal all day but everybody just assumes they can go home because things will magically get done like they always do because they will! I will always make sure that they will! Every day it becomes increasingly clear that nobody in this fucking company gives a flying FUCK about me or my free time or my sanity—”
If he’s put off by your potty mouth, Jungkook certainly doesn’t show it. He just manages to catch your gaze from behind his glasses and simply replies, “I do.”
Your never-ending rant rapidly dissipates on your tongue, brain struggling to comprehend what he just said. “…What?”
“I care,” he repeats softly. “How can I help?”
The sincerity in his tone renders you mute, too stunned to do anything more than watch as Jungkook drops the backpack he’s had slung over a shoulder onto the floor, tossing his newly removed jacket on top of it without much thought. He’s unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, the reemergence of an ink-covered forearm making your brain stutter even more. Now that there’s much less distance between you, you can more accurately make out the shape of a delicate tiger lily, the languid form of a snake.
Jungkook clears his throat, the noise snapping you out of your stupor and making you realize you were just staring at him in silence, for who knows how long. Dammit. “What do you need?” he tries again.
“Um, first we can start with Mabel,” you croak, mouth now embarrassingly dry. “No matter what I do, she refuses to collate.”
Jungkook shoots you a smile that softens his whole face. “Lucky for you, I’m the printer expert, remember? Don’t worry. We’ll get this fixed and be out of here in no time.”
He holds out a hand and you reflexively grab it, allowing him to guide you to your feet. Together, you make your way to the copy room, where Mabel has stubbornly been giving you hell all night. Jungkook gets right to work pushing buttons while you stand to the side, awkwardly shifting your weight a little from foot to foot.
“So why are you still here?” you ask, curiosity finally forcing you to voice the question that’s been looping in your mind since he first appeared. “It’s late.”
“It is,” he agrees, focus still on the printer. He kneels down, opening the paper tray. “There’s this huge system update that’s set to roll out next week. My whole team has been hunkering down and pulling late nights.”
Oh. That explains why you haven’t seen him around much since the barbecue. “That’s tough.”
“We’re finally almost done,” he shrugs. “And I’m clearly not the only one working overtime.”
You don’t say anything when he looks up at you pointedly, so he turns back to the printer, pulling a stack of paper out of one of the trays.
“I think this may be part of the problem. Someone put the wrong-sized paper in here. Or, at least, Mabel thinks it’s wrong. She’s confused.”
“Well, she can join the club,” you mutter, and he puffs out a laugh, shutting the drawer and pressing some more buttons.
“Come on, let’s try again.”
Something touches your elbow, and though it shocks through you like he electrocuted you, you have the good sense suppress any embarrassing reaction to what you quickly realize is just his hand. Instead, you let him guide you back to your desk, trying not to focus too intently on the heat of his skin on yours.
Jungkook waits for you to login to your computer, clicking around and changing some settings once you step back and allow him free rein. Then, you can hear a distant hum coming from the copier room, and you know immediately that he’s succeeded. Dutifully, he goes to check anyway, returning to you with a stack of perfectly collated paper.
“Thank god,” you groan. “Now let me just print fifty more of those so I can start organizing these binders.”
With the crisis averted and his job done, you fully expect him to gather his pile of stuff and hustle to the elevator before you can trap him into doing anything else. Instead, Jungkook goes to pick up the additional copies from the printer for you, and he actually gets down on the floor next to you to start putting everything together. He watches you assemble one binder for reference, but then he’s easily doing the same and doubling your completion speed.
And slowly, gradually, your nervous system calms. The two of you work like a well-oiled machine in what would be comfortable silence, if your brain wasn’t so loud. Now that you’re not actively panicking, a completely different feeling starts to seep into you—embarrassment. You can’t believe that Jungkook actually caught you on the cusp of a breakdown, during which you looked so pitiful, he felt morally obligated to stop what he was doing and help you.
“I’m sure you have somewhere to be,” you say after a while with a grimace. He’s way too nice and you’re way too pathetic. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night—I promise you don’t have to stay with me. Now that everything’s printed and organized, most of the work’s done. I should be out of here in no time.”
“Well, I promise you didn’t ruin anything. And with two of us, you can be out of here in less time than that.” He looks up with a soft smile from where he’s hole punching a stack of paper, the muffled ka-chunk of the device punctuating his point. “I don’t mind, _____. Really.”
“But I do,” you murmur, looking away. Unable to meet his eyes. “I really appreciate your help, but I feel bad taking up so much of your time.”
“Well, don’t. I didn’t really have plans tonight anyway, and I’ve been working so much that it’s probably better that I get in some socializing time.”
“Not that I’m very good company,” you snort derisively.
There’s a pause, one long enough that you wonder if he heard you. But then he’s moving a little closer to you, tipping slightly sideways to tap his shoulder against yours. Reflexively, you turn back to him, finding his eyes kind.
“We all have our off days, and that’s okay. But they’ll dull your shine if you let them. Don’t.” He bumps your shoulder again. “Besides, you and I have to stick together, remember? Or did you not really mean it when you told me that?”
You did tell him that, didn’t you? Months and months ago. You're surprised that he even remembers that.
There's an amused quirk to his lip, one that you can't help but feel yourself soften to, even as his focus turns back to the task at hand. And all at once, you feel yourself flooded with gratitude. You've been thankful for his help this whole time, of course, but now you almost sag with it, the relief at knowing someone is finally in your corner, the sudden sense of security and support visceral and a little overwhelming.
Before you fully realize what you're doing, it's you who leans closer, aiming to give a him a grateful kiss on the cheek. But your lips don't quite land on their intended target, because just before you succeed, Jungkook unconsciously senses your increasing proximity and reflexively turns his head back to you.
It's his lips yours coincidentally brush against, the accidental kiss timid due to his surprise and your chaste intentions. But the kiss is also soft, his lips plush and rather easily yielding to yours.
Quickly realizing your mistake, you pull back, eyes as big as saucers. You stare at him in stunned silence and he stares back, eyes all pupil.
A horrified apology is immediately crowding the back of your throat, but right before you set it free, Jungkook's Adam's apple bobs, an errant tongue absently swiping across his lips.
Huh. This isn’t exactly the reaction of someone repulsed by an unwanted kiss. He still hasn't said anything, but he hasn't moved away from you either. He's just watching you. Waiting.
...Waiting?
With caution but with clear intent, you lean back in, and to your surprise, he meets you halfway, noses bumping a little before he tilts his head and your lips slot perfectly together.
This kiss is immediately different from the last. Jungkook mindlessly drops he binder he's holding, body angling more solidly towards you so he can properly meet the rapidly rising intensity. Well, meet may be the wrong word, because he's the one whose hand quickly reaches up to cradle your chin, gentle pressure a silent request to for you to tilt your head a bit more. And when you comply with the change in angle, it's him who deepens the kiss, the slow lave of his tongue coaxing your lips to part, open and wet.
You pant hot into his mouth and he breathes you in, offering no resistance when you push even closer, hands wandering across his shoulders, fingers ghosting up the back of his neck before drifting to idly toy with the hair at his nape. He hums contentedly, not unlike a purring cat, and does it again when your tongue joins his in a slow glide.
You lose yourself in the sensation of it all, unable to notice anything beyond the heat that is rapidly building between you like fireworks ready to explode. Your head spins, swimming with endorphins and high off the smell of him. The taste.
A playful nibble of your lip unexpectedly has a rather desperate keen escaping your throat. You pause, making to pull back in your embarrassment, but the sound only seems to activate Jungkook, who follows you in your attempted retreat, mouth chasing yours in its reluctance to part. It's only when your back finally touches the floor that you realize he's slowly guided you there. You've been in a haze, too swept into the plot of the movie you've somehow found yourself in to do anything but be pulled along.
As naturally as breathing, your find your knees have parted, and Jungkook easily slips into the space you've created for him, almost trancelike. As if he doesn't even realize he's doing it, too focused on exploring the fever of your mouth. He's leaning most of his weight on the hands he has posted on either side of your head; even still, every single millimeter of you that does touch him is sparking like live wires, euphoric goosebumps rippling across your skin. You let out a shaky breath that fogs his glasses, but even that doesn't stop him, just makes him pull back from you just enough to be able to whip them off and toss them somewhere, wholly unconcerned.
Emboldened by this, you sling a leg over his hip, and he eagerly accepts your invitation, settling on you properly. You're covered in him now, pelvises properly flush, and now that he's caged you in, Jungkook takes the opportunity to glide his lips away from yours and trail across your jawline instead. You shiver, every atom of you buzzing at his touch, and his mouth continues its trek, sucking hot down the column of your throat with just enough pressure that you know color will bloom there later.
Your hips reflexively jump at his ministrations, your skirt riding further up your thighs, and the hard press of him against your panties has you swallowing down a moan. He freezes for a fraction of a second, but then his hips respond to the lure of yours with a more intentional roll. A contented sound rumbles in the back of his throat, tongue dipping to meander across your collarbone.
This is crazy. This is crazy. But you can't quite find it in yourself to care much as the two of you rut against each other on the office floor, your hand gliding up his back to root in the hair at his nape.
Your hips undulate restlessly, eager to meet the crest of his wave, and Jungkook matches your intensity, catching your earlobe between his teeth. Your shared grind is measured but deliberate, and even through his pants you can feel the hard shape of him pressing right against your aching core. A particularly pointed roll has Jungkook shuddering hot into the shell of your ear, and that is what finally tamps down the last of your restraint and triggers something much more primal.
Dizzy with want, your hands scrabble between you and aim for the button of his slacks, eager to be properly introduced to what’s underneath. But to your slow horror, Jungkook freezes at the touch, motionless for a few breathless seconds before he actually starts lifting off of you and pulling back. It’s only when he’s completely sat up and is staring at you that the full weight of what you’ve just done hits you like a freight train.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
You really were just dry humping. A coworker. And you were doing it on the premises of the place that pays your fucking bills! Making out, dry humping, and you were actively aiming to do much more if he hadn't stopped you.
What the fuck has gotten into you?
You scrabble upright, dizzy with the mortification rapidly seeping deep into your bones. Stupidly, you blink at him, paralyzed with embarrassment but unable to look away. A deer in headlights.
Jungkook stares right back, eyes dark and all pupil. Dazedly, you wonder if you look as fucked out as he does—there’s a smattering of red across his cheeks, and his hair has been thoroughly mussed by your own hands. A tongue dips out to swipe over kiss-swollen lips, stealing your attention away from the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
And suddenly, you’re able to kickstart into gear.
“I am so sorry,” you burst out, panic nearly choking you. “That was highly inappropriate and I seriously don’t know what came over me—”
It takes you a few moments to register that he’s moved back in, and that it’s the returned press of his lips that interrupts your babbling apology before it can properly catch its stride. You’re almost too afraid to respond in kind, as if you’ll somehow scare him away again, but the insistence in his kiss practically knocks the breath from your lungs. Patiently, he coaxes your rigid lips back pliant. And only when it’s clear you won’t try to run away does he lean back a second time, but only enough to see your eyes properly.
“No,” he murmurs, breath fanning hot over you. “That was very much appropriate.”
You’re not quite sure how to respond to that, too shell-shocked by this turn of events and actively battling your triggered fight or flight response. “Um. Then…then why did you…”
Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, as if he’s gathering himself. “I want to,” he mumbles, seemingly to himself, but then he’s looking right at you again, gaze heavy with resolve. “It’s just…do you mind if I try something first?”
That throws you for a loop. Your jaw opens then shuts again while you contemplate his question, as well as your answer. “I mean, I guess? It depends on what it is.”
That you don't instantly reject him visibly unwinds a tension in his body that you only now realize was there. A rather feral look crosses his face, immediately inciting goosebumps to ripple across your skin in anticipation. But then the intensity of his expression dims, edged with something more contemplative. Jungkook gives you a pensive nod then stands, looking around curiously. “Hey, where does that viper sit?”
You blink, bewildered. “…The who?”
“The one who’s always with you at lunch.” He locks eyes with you, tongue poking through his cheek. “You know. The one who’s on your team but still had no second thoughts about leaving you here tonight by yourself.”
Joy. He’s talking about Joy.
The question makes you pause in suspicion, but you still hook a thumb towards the cubicle next to yours, on the other side of your shared wall. “There. Why?”
“No reason,” he says with a sly grin, holding out a hand to you. You take it without question and he easily helps you to your feet. But then before you can process it, he’s slid both hands around your waist and easily lifted you off the ground, already in route to the exact cubicle you called out. You yelp in surprise, your arms reflexively circling his neck—your legs, his middle—in your body’s scramble for balance. But Jungkook’s hold on you is secure, grip moving down to the back of your thighs instead, and now that your chests are once again flush, you can actually feel his chuckle. His amusement provokes yours, and you can’t help but giggle as he carries you over to Joy’s cube as easily as if you weigh nothing.
Clearly, his exercise routine is working out for him.
After using a hand to sweep some objects out of the way, Jungkook carefully sets you down on Joy’s desk, right next to her monitor. Your mirth only grows at the feeling of whatever printouts she left for later review crinkling under your weight, at the sight of displaced pens rolling off the edge and disappearing to the ether that is the floor.
Jungkook has set you down, but he doesn’t pull away, just leans down and recaptures your eager lips. He’s tall enough that he’s kind of hunching over to kiss you, neck really craned, but he doesn’t seem to care much about that, kissing you with the same ferocity as moments before, when the two of you were entangled on the carpet. And you can’t help but match his fervor, hands reaching to guide his slim hips even closer, into the widening gap you naturally create for him between your legs.
Time constricts and expands, an endless and meaningless concept. Because all that matters now is the tongue he slips past your lips to slide against yours, slowly, like he’s savoring the taste of you. All that matters is how fucking great he smells—like clean laundry and smoke and warm skin speckled with sweat—something you’ve always caught whiffs of, but now completely surrounds you, invading all your senses and sending your lust into overdrive.
“Is this what you wanted to try?” you pant hotly when your lips finally separate for a moment in your quest for air. “Defiling Joy’s desk?”
He’s leaning his forehead against yours while he also attempts to catch his breath, and he’s so close that it would be hard for you to miss his amused flash of teeth. “Sort of. I’d like to defile it more thoroughly, though. Starting with this.”
Jungkook leans in for one last kiss, one that starts at your mouth, moves to your neck, and to your surprise, continues down the line of your body. Over your collarbone, careful hands popping open a few buttons of your blouse so he can nestle more surely into the curve of your breasts, warm lips skating across eager skin. For a few moments, he actually nuzzles his face into your middle, a gesture you find rather sweet before he incites a shiver through your body by licking against your clothed navel. And before you can fully realize what’s happening, he’s slipped to his knees.
You look down at him in surprise, body still slotted between your legs, but this time more eye-level with the secret, needy part of you that has been thrumming excitedly with every beat of your heart. “What are you…”
“You’re always doing everything for everyone else,” comes his murmured reply. “Will you allow me to do something for you?”
Your brain is still so hazy from the spell of his mouth that it takes you a moment to recognize what’s happening. What he’s asking for. But when his large palms are hot against the naked skin of your thighs, gentle pressure urging them to part even more, it all hits you like a truck. Your eyes dart around, paranoid. “Jungkook,” you hiss. “…Here?”
“They’re too cheap to put cameras anywhere other than the lobby.” He turns his head, lips pressing reassurance into the side of your knee. “And no one’s here.” His reminder as gentle as the kisses he continues to adorn you with. “Just you.” Kiss. “And me.”
He’s right, you know. No one else is here to witness the series of bad decisions you’ve just made—to witness the ones you’re still seriously considering.
Still, you hesitate.
Jungkook’s staring intently at you, doe-eyed and cherry-lipped and deceptively innocent despite what he’s requesting of you. “Please?” he asks again, oh-so-sweetly. Reverently prostrating before your altar, praying for the blessing of an ambivalent goddess. You. “I just…I really want to. Ever since that day, I can’t stop thinking about it and I—please?”
Your brows furrow as you try to make sense of what he’s saying, still scrambling to keep up with this current turn of events. What day? Your mind whirrs, jumping around before finally settling on an embarrassing memory you’ve willed yourself to forget.
Lunch, where Wendy somehow got you to admit you’ve never gotten head, and Jungkook, purportedly oblivious, too busy on his phone to ever pay your table any attention.
…Except from what he’s saying right now, he had heard every word. Heard, and filed it away for safekeeping, only revealing to you now, when he can possibly do something about it.
Absently, your tongue dips out to swipe across your lips, and Jungkook’s attention visibly strays towards the action, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your thighs and sending electricity straight to your core. God, do you want to say yes. Even though you’ve never done this before, your inexperience is not at all the reason for your reluctance. It’s the optics. You’re at work.
Your head tilts as you try to accurately take stock of the situation. You’re at work. But technically, you should have clocked out hours ago. Technically, this job has been stealing a lot of time that should have been yours to choose what to do with. Case in point—you’re the only person on your team still within a five-mile radius of this godforsaken building. Because everyone else deserted you without a second thought, designating you to be the one who struggles to print presentations for a meeting that has been on the calendar for literal months.
But.
While it’s easy to assume they forced this fate upon you, Fate is not one easily compelled to do another’s bidding. And, trapped in the gaze of the sweet man still patiently awaiting permission to ruin you, you can’t help but wonder if this has been Her plan all along.
For months you’ve been doing everything for everyone else, so unhappy and stressed that each day in this place only wound you tighter and tighter. So…what if you finally just let yourself snap? Did what you wanted for once? Stopped following the rules that nobody else ever seemed to and just let go?
You exhale. Fuck it.
“Okay.”
Jungkook grins, boyishly innocuous at first, but rapidly morphing into something much more devilish as you watch. He turns to kiss your knee again, and you startle a little at the action, newly on edge. “Don’t be nervous,” he says, still holding your gaze. Making sure you can see his resolve. “I got you.”
“Okay,” you say again, but that’s easier said than done, especially when he takes the opportunity to gently push your knees even further apart. Naturally, your skirt rides further up, and you can’t help the apprehension that washes over you at your increasing lack of modesty. Still, you hold true to your word, aggressively tamping down the urge to scramble off the desk and pretend this all never happened. But though you brace yourself for what comes next…
Jungkook doesn’t move.
Long moments pass before you can’t help but say something. “Are you just gonna look?” Because that’s all he seems to be doing, laser-focused on the juncture of your thighs.
He visibly stirs at the sound of your voice, but still doesn’t do much more than tsk at you. “Don’t rush me,” comes his light reprimand, eyes still locked on what you’re sure at this point is a growing dark spot on your panties. “I don’t half-ass things and I definitely won’t rush this. No one’s here, so just relax and enjoy the ride.”
Your jittery nerves have you reflexively mouthy, but your retort swiftly dies on your tongue when his hand finally moves further up your skirt—further inward—and two fingers pointedly press right against that dark spot and glide over your clothed lips. You gasp, fighting against the urge to snap your legs shut when he slowly circles your clit and sends sparks dancing down your legs.
“Better?” he murmurs.
“Much,” you squeak.
“Good,” he says, eyebrows knitted in thought as he circles and circles. Your thighs twitch, and he leans forward like he can’t help himself, nose pressing solidly against you with a long, audible inhale.
A fascinated oh falls from your lips, heartbeat accelerating excitedly in your ears, but Jungkook only responds by nestling further against your pussy, tracing the length of your lips with a slow, wet swipe of his tongue through the fabric. He breathes hot against your clit and you inadvertently buck at the stimulation, only inciting the wicked curl of his lips. He looks up at you darkly through the curtain of his bangs, and something unexpected and primal simmers beneath your skin.
“Can I have these?” he asks huskily, lightly snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin.
You clear your throat, suddenly wishing you had the foresight to put on something more interesting today than your unassuming cotton undies. “Have as in you won’t give them back?”
He lets out an amused puff of air, tilts his head. “I haven’t decided yet.”
You nod your assent. You’re now impossibly invested in where he plans to take this, and it’s not like you don’t have more pairs at home. “Knock yourself out.”
Immediately, his hands are up your skirt. They’re big, but they’re also gentle, caressing your thighs and even taking a slight detour to the meat of your ass before continuing their mission to the band of your underwear. When he starts to pull, you help him, shifting your weight so he can slip the fabric over your hips and down your legs.
Jungkook’s Adam’s apple dips when his eyes are finally able to feast on you without a barrier. “So fucking hot,” he mutters, almost to himself, and then without further warning, his mouth seals around your sex.
You whimper in surprise, not at all used to the sensation of someone kissing you there. And kiss you he does, carefully at first, judging your reaction. But when you do nothing but grip the edge of the desk, biting your lip in an attempt to stifle the rather desperate sounds crawling up your throat, he swiftly devolves into kissing you with the same passion as he had the lips on your face. His tongue laps at you with sure, even strokes, dragging across the seam of you and then through it, making sure to slide along your clit on every upstroke.
Your breath quickens, jaw falling slack. You weren’t sure what you imagined oral sex to be like before this, but you never expected how easily your body submits to his ministrations. Almost without you realizing it, your thighs part even more, hips automatically canting down to meet his eager mouth. A hand reaches for him, fingers winding through his hair and rooting there, and Jungkook hums in approval, his own hands wrapping securely around your thighs, your ass. His fingers sinking into the yielding softness of you, gently holding you steady against his face while you start to gyrate and moan.
God, does he look good down there. He’s always looked good, even before you knew what he was hiding behind those shy smiles and nerdy glasses, but something about the sight of him, jaw working as he sucks on you, lashes fluttering in pleasure in his quest to please you—
Without warning, he detaches with an audible pop, and a disgruntled sound reflexively leaves you. Breathless, you start to ask him why he stopped, but the words die on your tongue when you realize he’s staring at you again. That he pulled back for a moment just so he can get a good look at the mess he’s making of you. So he can properly see how your pussy aches and drools for him.
“Good?” he asks, voice deep and thick.
“So fucking good,” you sigh. What you know he wants to hear, but also 1000% the truth. You’re starting to understand what Wendy has been blathering about, but is it always like this? Or is it Jungkook in particular who is making you so unbelievably aroused? Is your rapidly snowballing crush on him that strong, or does pussy eating simply rank high on his skillset?
As if he can hear your thoughts, Jungkook moves to slip a finger into you, and you can’t help but moan when he breaches you, the digit sliding in so easily that he quickly adds another, thumb pressing surely into your clit as he starts a slow drag in and out.
“Shit,” you shudder, eyes rolling back into your head. Hips sliding further off the desk, reflexively seeking the delicious stimulation. One of your hands scrabbles across the desk, unconsciously trying to root you, and you’re much too preoccupied with how good he’s making you feel to notice when you accidentally knock over a mug full of pens. A stapler clanks to the ground. “Fuck.”
“Look, baby,” he breathes, moaning along with you when the pet name immediately makes your pussy flutter. “Look.”
At his encouragement, you do. You watch the flex of his tattooed arm as his fingers continue to disappear within you, a lewd squelch coinciding with his movements. You watch as he adds another finger, the additional stretch immediately noticeable but even more delicious. You watch him watch you, eyes all pupil, lips swollen and slick with your desire.
“More,” you whine, frenzied and greedy. And Jungkook immediately heeds your call, leaning back in. He sucks on your clit with three fingers sunk in you, expertly crooked towards your pelvic bone, and you jolt, accidentally knocking something else off the desk. Neither of you pays the resulting clattering any attention, too wrapped up in the way you writhe at his ministrations. He hums in approval, the vibrations only intensifying your ecstasy. He flattens his tongue as your hips desperately circle, letting you control the stimulation. And when it’s clear you still need more, he changes tactics and rapidly laps at you instead, as if you’re a melting ice cream cone, while he beckons, beckons.
Your blood is volcanic, hot pressure bubbling beneath the prison of your skin, building and building within your core. The higher he takes you, the more the grip you have on his hair unintentionally tightens, but that only seems to urge him on, locking eyes with you as the thrust of his fingers turns harder and more calculated. Giving you no other choice but to finally erupt.
You cum with a loud groan, gasping through it while your cunt rhythmically clamps down on his digits, hard. Jungkook talks you through it, murmuring encouraging words your buzzing brain has trouble deciphering because his hand still doesn’t stop, pounding right into your g-spot and making your eyes cross and toes curl with the force of it. And when you finally can’t take anymore, jerking with oversensitivity, you grab him by the wrist in a wordless plea for mercy.
And Jungkook grants it. You can tell that he wants to play with you more—wants to guide you over and over to the precipice just see the look on your face when he shoves you off—but ever the gentleman, he reins in his enthusiasm and obediently slips his fingers out of you. He takes a few seconds to admire his handiwork, eyes shining with in reverence as he marvels in the dripping, throbbing, panting aftermath that is you.
“Wow,” you say, still dizzy with endorphins. Never in a million years did you think it would feel like that.
“Yeah,” he agrees, voice thick. “Wow.” He lifts his hand, remnants of you visibly slicking his fingers and webbing between the digits, and without a second thought, sticks them in his mouth and sucks. The resulting slurping of his errant tongue is nothing short of obscene, but your cunt flutters again anyway, interest clear despite being thoroughly satisfied only moments before. And when line of your essence starts to drip down your thigh, Jungkook makes sure to lean in and catch it with his tongue.
You shiver with the feeling of him on you again, mouth hot and wet, thighs still trembling. He’s taking his time, tongue dragging a slow path back up to the source, determined to feast upon the rewards of his efforts. But you can’t take it anymore. God, he’s so hot. He’s so fucking hot and you want him so fucking bad.
You need him. Biblically.
Near delirious, you reach for him, hands scrabbling across his shoulders, fingers trailing the back of his neck and guiding him to stand. Arms circling his waist and pulling him closer to you—close, close—Jungkook easily slotting into spread of your thighs.
He follows your unspoken commands easily and without question, looking down at you with a rather pleased smile that crinkles his eyes in the corners. Determined to steal the breath from his lungs, just as he just did to you, you lean in to lick that smile pliant and open. There’s a curious taste on his tongue that it doesn’t take long to deduce is you, and that’s only even more of an aphrodisiac, revving you up further.
Your hands continue to roam, sliding down a little to grope his backside, startling a laugh out of him. But when your fingers tease the waistband of his slacks, his delight visibly shutters away into something else entirely.
“You don’t have to do that,” he breathes, even as he reflexively bucks into the hand you’re using to palm him over his pants. “This was about you.”
“Then let it be about me,” you counter, a mischievous smile curling your lips. Even through his pants you can tell he's hard. That he wants this just as badly as you do. Still, when he gasps out a wait, you obediently stop your ministrations and move to take your hand back.
He doesn't let you get far, lacing his fingers through yours and visibly considering his next words for a few moments before settling on, “What do you need?”
It’s a simple enough question, but you can't help but be immediately reminded of him saying these exact words to you, a little over an hour ago. Now, however, they sit heavy on his tongue, heady and syrupy in hushed invitations.
The revelation hits you all at once, heart pounding excitedly in your ears.
You need only ask. You’ve only ever needed to ask.
And since all caution was thrown to the wind the moment you agreed to let him suck your soul out through your pussy...
“You said you’ve been thinking about me? Well, I’ve been thinking about you too. For a while, even though I’ve been trying not to.”
You’ve had his attention this whole time, but the way Jungkook's regarding you now, now that you’ve said that? He's hanging onto every word, so hyper-focused that it would unnerve you if this wasn’t exactly what you were looking for.
“So…” Adrenaline has your fingers restless against his, but you still dive headfirst. “What I need is for you to fuck me and finish what you started.”
A beat. One where he holds your gaze, the space between you so electrified that you’re surprised you don’t see sparks. But then he’s on you again, mouth meeting yours in a frenzied clash of lips and teeth, and this time he doesn’t stop you when your hands scrabble for his fly.
Jungkook wastes no time, smoothing his hands up your legs and pushing your skirt out of the way. He lets out a shuddered breath when you stroke him through his underwear, when you reach down the waistband and grip him properly.
He’s warm and thick in your hand, and the thought of him finally in your guts damn near has you vibrating. Just like you thought before, he’s already nice and hard, but you still pump him a few times just to revel in the proof of what you’ve done to him. Velvet over stone.
And despite having all the time in the world when the foreplay is for you, Jungkook doesn’t seem to have any patience for himself. You’re only able to enjoy the weight of him in your grip for a few passes before he’s surging into action. Strategically, he grabs you by the knees and lifts, maneuvering your legs into the crooks of his elbows. The move opens you up to him further and forces you more horizontal, leaning back on your forearms, nearly pressed against the cubicle wall.
The way he ate you out moments before ensured you’d be primed for him, your pussy soft and slick and just begging to be filled. When he finally lines himself up and begins the slow press in, your jaw immediately falls open, tongue going lax at the intense pleasure. “Oh my god,” you manage to whine, eyes threatening to roll shut.
The unhurried way he’s sinking into you is likely in effort not to unintentionally hurt you. Because after everything else, why not add another thing to the ever growing list of surprises you’re learning about your unassuming coworker—not only has he been tatted and muscular this whole time, but his dick is also fucking huge. Without even realizing it, you’ve stopped breathing, the pressure of him nudging your walls apart too much stimulation for your body to continue even subconscious functioning.
As if he can tell your brain is actively short-circuiting, Jungkook’s hands circle your thighs, thumbs kneading the flesh in mild distraction for when he finally bottoms out. It’s only now that you can properly notice the effect you’re having on him—hair starting to stick to his forehead from perspiration, teeth grit as he struggles to stay still for you. But you don’t want him to be still.
“Fuck me,” you whimper, wiggling in your impatience and making him suck in a breath. “Please. Give it to me.”
The resulting roll of his hips has him swearing and you seeing stars. “Fuck. You can have whatever you want,” he says, already making good on his promise with a slow grid. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
It’s good, so good, especially because Jungkook uses his grip on your thighs as leverage to ramp up his thrusts, easily maneuvering you over his cock in a way that has your toes curling. By the time he’s really fucking you—jaw set, brows furrowed in concentration—you’re crosseyed and mewling incoherently. You should be embarrassed by the sounds he’s pounding out of you, but you’re so focused on the overwhelming pleasure that you can’t find it in yourself to care very much.
Chasing the high you already feel him leading you towards, you lift one of your legs to change the angle, and he catches on immediately, helping guide your ankle to hook over his shoulder with a distracted kiss against the bone. And it’s deeper this way, the angle ensuring he brushes against your spongy nerves with every stroke, only making you spiral faster.
He notices, of course. Notices how quickly he’s taking you to your end and revels in it, sliding a hand inward and he thumbing your clit, fast and hard.
You jolt at the extra stimulation, gasping and overwhelmed. “Oh my goddd…”
“Come on,” he croons, his dulcet tone at odds with the wickedness of his hand. His dick. “Don’t you want to cum for me?”
“I…” you choke out, struggling to form any sort of coherent thought as you feel everything get tighter. “I…”
You see his lips moving as he presumably says something else. But you can’t understand anything other than your own moaning when your pussy finally locks down. This orgasm is somehow more intense than the last one, your thighs rippling with the force of it, your hands desperately scrabbling over the desk in an effort to find something to ground you.
And Jungkook fucks you through it, still talking, and it’s only when the whooshing in your ears starts to subside that you can finally decipher what he’s saying in between his own moaning. “There you go. Being so good for me. So good.”
Your only reply is your gasping breath as your orgasm slowly fades, replaced with oversensitivity. But you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want this to stop, reveling in the feel of him on you, in you. And Jungkook doesn’t, instead sliding your leg off his shoulder so he can grab you by the waist with both hands and properly yank you forward, moving you over his cock to his liking.
The desk creaks with your effort, a rhythmic cacophony with the harsh smacking of his balls against your ass. You mewl, needing him closer still, and curl your legs around his hips, locking your ankles. He’s now trapped against you, but he groans like that’s exactly what he wanted, both hands gliding up the length of your body to grasp the back of your neck instead, giving him even better leverage to plunge into you, deep, deep. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, licks into your panting mouth.
At this point, his thrusts are turning manic, but you’re meeting every one of them, deliriously following him in his descent into madness. But when he catches your lower lip with his teeth, your breath hollows, and then, quicker than you can register it’s happening, you cum again, spasming around him with a long, high-pitched whine.
Jungkook lets you ride it out, but this time, his thrusts slow while you thrash. And it’s not until your soul finally floats back into your body that you realize he’s already pulled out of you and is bucking into his own fist instead.
You almost took him over the edge with you, you realize. Though he clearly has incredible stamina, you have finally brought him to his limit, and everything inside you glows at the knowledge that he’s here, roughly pumping himself, moans falling freely from his lips because of you.
Entranced, you reach for him, delighting in the whimper he lets out when your fingers wrap around his base. His own hand immediately falls to grip the edge of the desk instead, and you glide your fist up, finding his cock sticky with your juices. Jungkook just rests his head in the crook of your neck and lets you jack him off, whining through it when you match his previously punishing pace. And it doesn’t take long before he finally, finally splashes hot over your hand. Against your thigh.
Your hand slows, twisting your wrist and milking him for every drop. Intent on extending his pleasure, just like he made sure to do for you. And you only stop when he flinches away from your touch, twitchy and shivering as he leans against you.
Reluctantly, you let go. The two of you share the same balmy breath, struggling to calm your racing hearts. And when Jungkook finally backs away from you, unhurried in the way he gathers himself back into his slacks, there is a wildly satisfied grin on his face.
You’re satisfied too, though you try to have some sense of propriety and use a tissue from the box next to Joy’s monitor to wipe off the sticky evidence of his pleasure. Throwing away the evidence, you hop off the desk, locating your long-discarded panties and slipping them back on, smoothing down your skirt.
“So,” you tease lightly. Your head swims a little with the knowledge of what you just did, but you’re surprised to realize you feel zero guilt about it. “Is your plan to stick it to everyone who’s wronged me? If so, we should do it on Mabel next. That’ll show her.”
Jungkook laughs, a giddy, giggly thing. He’s now doing his best to pick up and replace everything that fell from Joy’s desk during your romp. “Nah, I could never disrespect her like that. That ol’ girl’s been such a great wingman these past few months.”
That’s a rather curious statement to make. You frown a little, shoot him an inquisitive sound.
“You always call me when Mabel’s not working,” he shrugs. “So when I wanted to see you, she was nice enough help.”
You can’t help it—a smile creeps across your face, equally bashful and flattered. He wanted to see you! For months, by his open admission. “And the printer knew exactly when you wanted to see me?" you joke. “Sounds like dark magic to me.”
Jungkook’s valiantly trying to straighten and smooth out some of the papers the two of you disturbed. “Deleted some print jobs,” he replies offhandedly, clearly distracted by the task at hand.
Record scratch.
There’s an extended silence as your brain shuffles through different iterations of his sentence, trying to decipher exactly he meant by that. Because there's no way he just admitted to what you think he just did. “Did…did you just say you've been deleting my print jobs?” you ask incredulously. Because there’s no way.
There’s no way, yet at your words, Jungkook immediately stiffens. His lips part, but he doesn't defend himself. Doesn't say anything at all—just drops the pen he’s holding and stares at you with wide eyes.
Holy shit. Holy shit. He really has been doing it! He obviously hadn't meant to tell you that, but the relaxation of afterglow has clearly removed the filter between his brain and his mouth.
The weight of his revelation hits you, seemingly happenstance events connecting in your mind and starting to fall into place. All the hassle and irritation that stupid printer has been giving you, and it turns out Mabel has been working just fine?!
“Please don't be mad,” he pleads, finally finding his voice.
“Are you seriously saying that all this time—”
“No! No, I only did it a few times,” he sheepishly rushes to correct you. “And I promise, I haven’t done it in weeks.”
“Seriously?”
“I just...wanted an excuse to talk to you!”
“Jungkook, you literally talk to me all the time!”
“About work! Not—” he averts his eyes, lets out an irritated breath. “It’s just. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out.”
You blink, gaping slightly as your whirring mind tries to process what he’s just told you. “Ask me…out?”
“I didn’t mean to do…all this.” He waves a hand over the mess the two of you are still cleaning up, clearly embarrassed. “I mean, at least not before buying you dinner first.”
Moments pass as you stare at him in stunned, disbelieving silence. Then, like a volcano erupting, laughter bursts from you, loud and sudden. Because what the fuck? You can’t believe all of this is actually happening to you. In real life. “You jackass,” you cackle. “Do you have any idea how much grief that printer has been giving me? I’m over here stressed and you’ve been gaslighting me and doing it on purpose?”
“Just a few times,” he repeats, visibly confused by the juxtaposition of the mirth in your voice and the actual words you’re saying.
“And that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a jackass,” you laugh. “But…” You clear your throat, suddenly somehow shy, despite everything that has occurred and been said. “…I suppose you can still take me out to dinner.”
“Yeah?” His lips stretch into a slow, hopeful smile.
“Yeah. Now, if you want. I think we’re pretty much done here.” You smile back, quickly taking stock of the binders still scattered across the floor. Most of them are completed, but whatever else you need to do can be done tomorrow morning. “Besides, I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
Jungkook looks nothing short of smug, but you suppose you can’t fault him that. “Well then,” he practically purrs, “Let’s hurry up and feed you.”
Moving in comfortable silence, the two of you finish putting everything you’ve disturbed back in their original spots, gathering the last of the binders and stacking them neatly on your desk. You reach for your purse while Jungkook goes to collect his hastily discarded belongings.
“So,” you start. “Where are you taking me? It’s kind of late.” This late on a weeknight, kitchens would be shutting down soon.
He pauses in sliding his leather jacket back on, frowning a little as he realizes you’re right. “Shit,” he mutters. “I wanted to take you somewhere nice.”
“You can,” you say with an unbothered wave of your hand. “That can be next time. Let’s just find something quick now.”
“So you’re saying I get a second date?” he grins.
Oh. That is what you just implied, isn’t it? You would be embarrassed by how forward you were being if Jungkook wasn’t visibly delighted by it. Wow, he really does like you. And since the feeling is mutual, you just look away coyly and say, “If you play your cards right.”
Jungkook hoists his backpack over a shoulder, and it’s only then that you see what else he happened to be carrying in his hands when he dropped everything for you. A helmet.
You gesture towards the object with a curious incline of your head. “What’s that for?”
“My bike,” comes his easy answer, but that’s not the kind of helmet that one wears for bicycle rides. No, this one is made for something much faster.
Now that you think about it, you’ve seen the motorcycle in the parking lot before—you’ve just never really given it a second thought. And now you can’t stop thinking about it, because the unassuming vehicle you’ve often passed on your way into the building has been Jungkook’s the whole time. Your mind is blown. How many more times is he going to surprise you tonight?
“…Do you always drive a motorcycle?” you ask incredulously.
“Depends on the day,” he shrugs with grin. “Sometimes I take the bus, but I like to ride my bike when the weather’s nice.” His eyes are bright with pride, visibly happy to have impressed you.
Your mouth opens and closes, thoughts racing so fast your tongue struggles to hold onto any of them. Before you realize you’re doing it, you blurt, “Alright. Are you even real?”
Jungkook blinks owlishly at you, clearly not expecting that question. “What?”
“I thought I’ve known you for months. But was any of that real?” you repeat. “Hell, do you even need glasses?”
“Of course,” he rushes to say. “It’s all me. I can just be a little shy, is all.” Wow, he actually said shy with a straight face, as if he didn’t just finish ravaging you over multiple surfaces. “And I like to be professional, so this place doesn’t get to have all facets of me. I know you can relate.”
You can. Your constant struggle to not complain? To be professional and work hard and hope you’ll be rewarded for your efforts? Obviously that’s a reason why the two of you ended up in this situation in the first place.
He ducks his head a little, tapping the glasses he picked up off the floor in petition for their validity. “And these really are prescription. I mean, I can mostly see without them, but since I stare at computer screens all day, it’s less strain on my eyes.”
“Oh,” you say quietly, feeling silly to have even asked. But who knew the quiet IT guy who kept mostly to himself was also this? Buff and tatted with a wicked tongue that you’re now intimately acquainted with.
Shyly, he holds his helmet out to you. He hesitates before speaking again, almost like he’s afraid of spooking you. “Wanna go for a ride?” And from the way color lightly blooms across his cheeks, you get the sense that he’s offering you more than just protective gear.
You take it without second thought.
The next day you and Jungkook get off the elevator together, a respectable distance between you, but arms still brushing too often to be casual. When you come to the hallway that will force you in separate directions, you pause.
“Have a good day,” you say. Jungkook grins, the delighted brightness of it baring too much teeth and crinkling his eyes in the corners.
“You too,” he winks. “Let me know if Mabel gives you any more issues.”
You snort at his brazenness, biting down a smile as you head to your cubicle. Your whole body buzzes, glowing from inside out.
You’re technically right on time, but you’ve definitely arrived later than usual, and that’s obvious when you head over to your department and find Joy already there waiting for you. She frowns as you approach, no doubt clocking your empty hands and wondering how she’s going to make it through the morning without her expected syrupy caffeine fix.
To her credit, she doesn’t call you out on it, but you don’t really care if she does. You’re done playing errand boy. From now on, everyone else will have to stop before work and get their own shit, if they want it so bad.
Because it’s all so clear to you now. You’re here, and you’re going to do your best, but you’re not going to let this place wear you down to jaded slivers. You’re going to work hard and learn all that you can, but you refuse to be anyone’s lapdog.
They will respect you. And your value will be recognized and rewarded—or you’ll simply find somewhere else where it will.
Joy must sense your new resolve, because she simply hovers by your desk and chirps, “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Did you have a good night?”
Your lips quirk. “You could say that. What about you?”
“Eh, it was okay,” she sighs. “Met a guy for dinner, but I don’t think that’s going anywhere.”
So while you were stuck here last night, having a grade-A meltdown, she was on a date. That tracks.
Joy chatters on while you put your things away, not seeming to notice or care that you’re not particularly interested in what she’s saying. And while this would normally irritate the living shit out of you, today, it doesn’t.
Today, your eyes can’t help but glaze over as your mind drifts back to how your night went. Today, you just hum agreeably until she gets bored with you and decides to go back to her own cubicle.
And when you hear her ask over the wall if you’ve seen her stapler, you just smile and smile.
♡ summary: You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help.
♡ wc: 21k
♡ warnings: cursing, mention of “baby fever”, a pregnancy scare, jealous!Jimin, impregnation kink, pregnancy kink, m. masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), creampies, marking, dirty talk, spanking, lactation kink, possessive JK
♡ A/n: dedicated to @cherryjungkookie for helping me and encouraging me to actually post this
Omfg PLEASE do a threesome for gag!jungkook and taehyung. I would die.
pairing jungkook/taehyung/reader
warnings voyeurism | hard sex | vkook being nasty with a girl in the middle | implications of polyamory | little bit of choking | lots of mouth fucking | if you’re turned off by cum play and swapping spit, this is probably not for you
summary jungkook wants a birthday gift from you. givenchy & gold au featuring coworker!taehyung
genre: angst, smut / greek life, fake dating, roommates, lovers to enemies and back to lovers au
description: Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.
note: here is a song that a lovely reader created in inspiration of AiW's story. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!
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The ultimate beach trip between the Tri Delts and Lambdas started off as well as it could have. Everyone was mingling together as if there hadn’t been a petty war transpiring between these two groups of people up until just a couple of weeks ago. If you saw everyone now, drinking and laughing together, you would never have guessed the history of pranks and antics that had driven your two chapters to the point of near suspension.
It had been about an hour since you had all arrived. There were already plenty of drinks flowing and games going on. You had lost Sana and Jennie somewhere in the shuffle, and because of that you had managed to be pulled into a game of beer-pong with some of the Lambda boys.
“Are you serious!?” Baekhyun yelled as you sunk your ping pong ball into the last solo cup across Taehyung’s parent’s very expensive table.
“Winner!” You yelled, turning to high-five Jimin who had decided to strong arm his way into being your partner. His mouth was slack-jawed at your game sealing shot.
“I really could’ve used you the last two years, you know.” Jimin leaned down to whisper in your ear. Not that it mattered much with how loud the music was going in the house. “Jungkook fucking sucks at beer pong.”
“Yeah, he’s sucked at it since high school. Always got stuck being on his team since we were dating and everything. Frustrating as hell.” You could have replied with a snarky comment about how it was Jungkook’s fault in the first place that you weren’t around, but the two of you were in a good place at the moment, and you didn’t want to ruin it by being condescending.
“Well, glad you’re back.” Jimin paused, looking hesitant before continuing. “And he is too.”
“Tch, right.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure he can’t wait for this whole charade to be over so he can continue on his quest of having sex with every woman in existence.”
Fuck.
Well, so much for not being condescending.
“I didn’t—I don’t know why—” You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Please, don’t tell him I said that.”
Jimin smiled, his tongue pressing at the inside of his cheek. He seemed to find your little slip up extremely amusing. You knew it wasn’t really a big deal. After all, you had said things like that (and much worse) to Jungkook’s actual face. Except it was different now. There was as newfound peace between the two of you, and you didn’t want to be the one to trample all over it.
“I won’t tell him.” Jimin finally answered. You let out a sigh of relief. You were about to thank him when you noticed his eyes seeming to lock onto something across the living room. You were about to turn around to see what he was looking at, when suddenly he was leaning down, his lips pressed against your ear. “If you answer a question for me.”
The sensation made you freeze up. It was loud in here, but there was certainly no reason for him to be this close to you. You glanced around the room, no one seemed to be paying much attention, most of them already decently drunk after only an hour or so of being here. Still, you felt like a giant, gaping hole was being burned into your back at that very moment. You glanced over your shoulder, in the direction that Jimin had been looking before, and when you did you felt yourself tense up once again.
Jungkook was staring at the two of you from the second floor. His mouth was set in a firm line, brows furrowed as he continued to sling malicious waves through the air.
You whipped your head back towards Jimin, whose face was still much too close to yours. You sneered at him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just trying to get my friend to grow some balls.” He shrugged, a smirk playing on his mouth as he refused to acknowledge Jungkook’s searing stare that you could still feel slicing against you. “Now, about that question I get if I don’t tell Jungkook what you said.”
Your nostrils flared, getting more annoyed by the second at whatever game was going on here. “What’s the question?” You asked through gritted teeth.
Jimin leaned back and finally you felt like you could breathe again, but your lungs were once again rattling as he grabbed the crook of your elbow, dragging you through the crowd and outside the giant sliding glass doors and down a set of stairs that led towards the beach.
You ripped your arm from his grip once you got to the bottom of them. “Okay, seriously. What in the actual fuck is going on here!?”
“Calm down, princess.” Jimin threw his hands in the air. “I’m not trying to seduce you.”
You scoffed. “So what was practically tongue fucking my ear about then, huh?”
Jimin laughed, throwing his head back. “I was just trying to get a rise out of Jungkook.”
Your brows furrowed. “Why would you—” Your question was cut off as Jimin’s eyes went wide, staring up at the stairs that the two of you had just come down.
“Looks like it worked. Hide!” He grabbed your hand, pulling you behind a giant line of bushes before you could object.
“Ow, goddammit, Jimin!” You punched him in the ribs. There were shallow cuts on your legs from the tiny branches he’d rushed you through.
“Shut up, he’s coming.” Jimin whispered, pressing his hand over your mouth, and you were just about to fight back when a looming presence was suddenly upon the two of you.
Both of you were barely breathing as Jungkook stood on the other side of the leafy barrier that separated you. You weren’t sure why you were going along with this. It would be very easy for you to stand up and tell him that Jimin had dragged you down here against your will, but for some reason you stayed crouched down. You watched the way Jungkook’s shirtless chest was rapidly rising and falling. He looked absolutely pissed. You couldn’t lie, it was kind of amusing seeing him this annoyed. You assumed he thought there was something romantic, or at the very least sexual, going on here given Jimin’s little show in front of him earlier. You knew it was messed up to let him believe that, but again something made you stay hidden from him.
“Jimin, you slimy motherfucker.” Jungkook hissed beneath his breath, fists clenching as he continued down the path towards the beach. Once he was finally out of earshot you both relaxed, collapsing into the sand.
“He might actually knock you out when he sees you later.” You chuckled, standing up to brush some of the dirt off of your legs.
Jimin stood up beside you, waving a dismissive hand in the direction Jungkook went. “He’ll thank me later.”
You gave him a baffled expression. “Okay seriously, what the hell is all this about? Because from my point of view, you’re just being a shit friend for no reason. And even though we haven’t been very fond of each other the last two years, that doesn’t seem like something you’d do to him. So tell me, what do you gain from flirting with your best friend’s ex-girlfriend?”
He took a deep breath, glancing back to make sure Jungkook wasn’t making his way back to the house yet. When he looked at you again, he wasn’t smiling anymore. In fact it was the most serious expression you’d ever seen him have since knowing him. Even more serious than when he woke up last year to one of the Tri Delts having vandalized his vehicle.
“I’m gaining the satisfaction of helping him,” He finally answered.
“Uhm…” You trailed off, trying to find some sort of logical thread to follow, but you came up empty. “How is this helping him?”
He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s not my place to say certain things, but I need you to answer something for me.”
You scowled at him, because the fact that he wasn’t even going to tell you the actual reason behind this ordeal was ridiculous. “And you had to flirt with me in front of Jungkook just so you could ask me a question?”
Jimin shrugged. “That was a last minute decision on my part. And it seemed to work, because he’s absolutely furious, stomping around the beach right now at the idea of someone touching you, even though you’re supposedly fake dating.”
“Uhm, duh, because it was you touching me, idiot. I’d be pissed too if one of my friends was acting like that with him, even though we’re not actually together. It’s the principle of it.” You didn’t understand how he thought it was anything other than that. “Now, because I’m getting nowhere in this conversation with you, can you just ask the damn question before he comes back here.”
Jimin’s soft smile returned once more. “Do you have feelings for Jungkook?”
You felt a shock run up your spine, which had you backing away from him. “What do you mean? What feelings?”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Please, we don’t have a lot of time before he comes back up here. So let’s cut the bullshit about you not having feelings for him still.”
The accusation made you feel weak. That after all of this time, you still were some bumbling idiot that couldn’t get over her first love. “Fuck off, Jimin,” You snapped, turning to try and shimmy your way back through the bushes.
“I’m not trying to be a dick, Y/N.” He climbed through the branches after you, tugging on the back of your shirt to stop you from stomping away from him.
Your patience had finally broken. You whirled around, slapping his hand down. “I don’t need to tell you my feelings about Jungkook, because he already knows exactly how I feel about this situation. I told him weeks ago at Yoongi’s party, so I’m not sure why you felt the need to insert yourself.”
Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “What did you guys talk about at Yoongi’s party?”
“He didn’t tell you?” You were surprised. You figured Jungkook would’ve definitely told his closest friend about the conversation that had caused tears from the both of you.
“He told me that you were weirded out by all the kissing and everything in public and that you guys didn’t talk much for a couple of weeks after. He didn’t say you guys talked about anything else.”
It seemed Jungkook had simply boiled it down to the most basic version of what had happened that night. It was probably best to just keep it at that, since he clearly didn’t want Jimin to know the specifics, but you also didn’t want this weird game of wingman Jimin was clearly trying to play at to continue for the entire weekend here.
You clamped your eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. “He was starting to get too into it. The whole kissing and touching in public thing. He made it seem like he would be okay with the idea of us sleeping together casually. It hurt my feelings that he was just trying to fuck me like every other girl he’s slept with since we broke up. I told him when he does those things, it means something different to me than it does to him. To him it’s fun, to me it hurts.” You paused, your eyes glossing over slightly, but you forced the tears back. “So yes, he knows my feelings to some extent.”
Jimin lips dipped into a frown, suddenly seeming guilty for bringing up this entire interaction, but that didn’t stop him from continuing his line of questioning. “Did he say anything back when you told him it was different for you than it is for him?”
“Not really.” You shrugged. “He just said he was sorry for making me feel that way.”
Jimin suddenly ran a hand down the front of his face, annoyance riddling his features. “Fucking idiot,” He whispered.
“Excuse me?” You asked, not understanding his reaction.
Jimin shook his head, glancing back towards the beach where Jungkook went in search of the two of you. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Uhm, I’m sorry if I killed the mood with this whole thing. I won’t bring it up again, promise.”
You rubbed your temples in frustration. What was the point of making that scene in front of Jungkook just to ask you about your feelings? It was utterly bizarre. Again, you could only assume Jimin was trying to help Jungkook get laid, but the question he’d asked had been strange. Regardless you weren’t going to let this ruin your weekend. This was supposed to be a fun getaway, not some intervention on your fake relationship.
“Whatever, I’m going back upstairs.” You started back up to the house, and when you finally made it to the top you glanced down to see that Jimin was making his way down to the beach. You tilted your head in curiosity as you watched him.
Seriously, what the hell had all of that been about?
—————
Jungkook
He had given up on his search pretty quickly. It took him a moment to calm his hammering heart enough to gain the ability to chase after the two of you, and once he was down there you were both nowhere in sight. He was currently sitting on the ground, hands fisting into the sand. The memory of his friend’s lips on the side of your face had him vibrating with fury. He was envisioning all the ways he was going to hurt Jimin when he finally found that sneaky bastard. However, it seemed the devil himself didn’t find it necessary to make him wait.
Jimin’s voice carried itself through the wind from behind his back. “She’s a fantastic kisser, by the way.”
Jungkook was already on his feet before he even turned around—and then he was running. He was on Jimin in a second and shoved him to the ground. However, his friend seemed amused by this spectacle of anger for some reason, which only served to infuriate him more.
He reached down, yanking at the front of his shirt. “I swear to god Jimin, if you actually fucking kissed her, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out.”
“Why?” He snickered beneath Jungkook’s grip. “Jealous?”
Jungkook was seeing red now. He ripped Jimin back up to his feet, clenching his teeth as he forced his words out. “Did. You. Kiss. Her?”
Jimin’s smile finally began to wane as he realized Jungkook was being serious in his threat. He shoved Jungkook back, but his hand remained fisted around the material of Jimin’s shirt.
Jimin sighed, finally giving up on this game of taunting him. “No, I didn’t kiss her.” He glanced down at his clothes, Jungkook still not budging from his grip. “Uh, you can let me go now.”
Jungkook laughed, as if letting Jimin go after pulling this little stunt was the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever said to him. He was so goddamn angry, because even if he didn’t kiss you, he still made a show of running off with you. He knew that would get under Jungkook’s skin, so why would he do it?
“Then tell me what the the fuck all of that was about then.” Jungkook dropped his hand, finally releasing Jimin. He backed away a few steps as soon as he could. “Because I think it’s fucked up after telling you about how this entire situation with Y/N was messing with my head you’d try some shit like that right in front of me.”
Jimin averted his eyes, biting his lip in an attempt to at least look somewhat remorseful. “I’m sorry if I pissed you off, okay?”
Jungkook threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Why the hell did you do it in the first place? Did you think I’d find it funny or something to see you touching her like that? I know you’re not that goddamn stupid.” Jungkook’s fist clenched at his side, taking a step closer to Jimin. “You’re my friend, and you know how I feel about her. So just why?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, his apologetic stance from a few moments ago dissipating. “Okay, I’ll tell you why.” He paused, leaning to whisper, “Because you’re being a fucking pussy.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide at the insult. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” He seethed, holding himself back from wrestling Jimin into the sand.
“I don’t have a problem.” He pressed a finger into Jungkook’s chest. “You do. Because you said that I know how you feel about her, but I actually don’t. You just say vague shit about it not mattering whether or not you still love her and moping about it. You’re so in your head about how you messed everything up that you won’t even admit how you actually feel out loud.”
Jungkook didn’t understand what that had to do with anything they were arguing about. Yes, he had been elusive when discussing matters between you and him to Jimin. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him, though he was starting to rethink that, he just simply thought about everything going on enough in his head, so why would he want to talk about it? It didn’t change anything about how he was filled with all of this regret. It didn’t change anything about what he had already put you through.
“Who the hell cares how I feel?” He finally responded. “That has nothing to do with this.”
“Wow, you’re still doing it.” Jimin grabbed his mouth, chuckling in disbelief. “I wasn’t planning on flirting with her in front of you, you know? I was actually just planning on talking to her about how she felt about you—”
“—You what!?” Jungkook cut him off, eyes wide with panic at imagining whatever the hell you and Jimin had talked about. At what Jimin could’ve possibly told you.
“Calm down, Kook. I didn’t tell her that you’re still in love with her—because you clearly fucking are—I just wanted to see if there was a way for you guys to actually get back together. None of this fake dating shit.” He paused, pointing at himself. “Which makes me a great friend actually, so fuck you.”
Jungkook scoffed. This was unbelievable. “Yeah, a great friend that had his hands all over my girlfriend.” Shit, he didn’t meant to say that. “Not my girlfriend. Just—” He started to try and defend himself but Jimin busted out into laughter at the slip up.
“You wish she was your actual girlfriend. Maybe then I wouldn’t have caught you lurking in the back of the party earlier, staring at her like a sulky gargoyle.” Jimin shrugged. “I just thought you needed a push is all. Because eventually this thing with the two of you living together and pretending to date is gonna end, and what then? You just never tell her how you actually feel? It’s pathetic. Grow some balls, man.”
If Jimin’s goal had been to evoke heightened emotions from him in regards to you then he had absolutely succeeded on that front. He was pissed at the way he did it, but Jungkook was starting to put it together. Jimin thought if he could rile Jungkook up enough, it would maybe prompt him to finally unravel this tightly woven mask he kept up for everyone, including you. But he wasn’t so easily broken, after all he’d had years of practice in pretending that you no longer affected him in that way.
Jungkook sat down on the sand, staring out at the ocean to try and calm his racing heart from this entire ordeal. Jimin sat down next to him, clearly waiting for some sort of reply to his insult from before. But he didn't want to fight anymore. He propped his crossed arms over his knees, continuing to look straight ahead. “Like I told you before, how I feel doesn’t matter.”
Jimin let out an exasperated sigh, pulling at his hair in frustration at Jungkook’s stubbornness. “How the hell can you say it doesn’t matter? Just tell her you’re sorry. Tell her you still love her. I mean, she practically gave you the perfect moment to tell her at Yoongi’s party and you still didn't have the guts to say anything. ‘It means something different for me than it does to him.’ She truly thinks that, because you didn’t tell ber she was wrong. It means the same thing to both of you, and—”
“No it fucking doesn’t!” Jungkook finally snapped. He was tired of Jimin acting as if he knew the ins and outs of his relationship with you. He hadn’t seen you that night at Yoongi’s. He hadn’t seen you crying as you explained to Jungkook how much he’d hurt you. How much this entire situation was affecting you. He just didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how selfish it would’ve been in that moment to try and defend himself to you, even when he had so desperately wanted to.
Jimin was silent for a moment after Jungkook’s outburst, giving him a minute to cool off. But Jimin was not one to let things go unsaid, so he eventually asked, “Explain it to me then. Explain it to me and I’ll leave you to be miserable in peace when it comes to the two of you.”
Jungkook bit at the inside of his cheek, not wanting to explain these inner thoughts that he’d kept to himself. Jimin knew that he was struggling obviously, but he didn’t truly know the extent of it. Jungkook felt it was unfair to unload these problems onto others when he was the cause of it in the first place. But clearly he wasn't doing a great job at hiding his feelings, so what the hell? Might as well get it all out there.
“When we’re forced to act like we’re together in public—I hate admitting this—but to me… It feels amazing. Like I’m somehow digging my way back into her life.” He licked the edge of his teeth, shaking his head, because just saying these things out loud made him feel like a terrible person. “I’m being fucking selfish, and I’m using this excuse between the houses to try and climb my way back to what we were before. She thinks we’re both just doing it because we have to put up a front for everyone, but she doesn’t know that I want it to be real so badly. For me, I get to pretend for just a second that I never ended things between us, and I love it. But to her… To her, when we have to act like that, she wishes she was anywhere else but with me.” Jungkook released a heavy sigh, his chest hurting. “So yeah, it’s different. When I want it to mean something more, while she feels like she’s being cornered by someone who hurt her. I do that to her. I make her feel that way. And I can’t fucking stand it. So no, I’m not gonna tell her how I feel, because I’ve already done enough to her.”
For a minute there was just the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Just Jungkook’s honest words echoing in the salty air. He had to admit it felt good to say it to someone and not just let his thoughts gnaw at him ruthlessly. He knew he could’ve told Jimin these things earlier, but he had tried to suppress it, because he felt as though he deserved to suffer in this agony alone. His eyes were burning with the confession, but he wouldn’t let the tears go. He wasn’t going to let even one of his closest friends see this raw version of himself. Jungkook stood up, readying himself to return to the house now that he and Jimin had an understanding, but in typical fashion, Jimin kept him on his toes.
“So you’re just going to give up that easily, huh?” Jimin stood up beside him, tossing Jungkook a look of pity. “You get to make the decision of what happens between the two of you again.” He stepped closer, grabbing Jungkook’s shoulder. “Now that is selfish.”
Jungkook smacked his hand away, completely bewildered that Jimin still didn’t seem to get it. “I’m trying to be a good guy to her for once and you’re shitting on me for that, seriously?”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “You broke up with her. She didn’t get a say. And now you’re still not giving her a say. She might reject you… But at least she’ll get to control something this time around. You keep talking about regrets and fucking everything up, so maybe this is your way of making it up to her. Let her decide this time.” He stepped closer, resting his hand back on Jungkook’s shaking shoulder. “Tell her how you feel, and let her decide this time.”
Jungkook felt angry at first, like Jimin was simply dismissing everything he’d just told him, but there was another part of him that felt like he’d just been called out with complete honesty. Because hearing the words that he was deciding for you had him rattled. That he once again wasn’t letting you have a say in the matter when it came to your relationship.
“It’s not that simple.” He finally responded. “We live together. I can’t just tell her that I… I can’t just tell her how I feel and expect everything to be okay if it goes wrong.”
Jimin’s jaw went tight suddenly. “Okay, enough of the word play. Just fucking say it.”
Jungkook looked around, confused. “Say what?”
Jimin grabbed at the air, his lips thinning in frustration. “If you can’t even say it to me, you definitely won’t be able to say it to Y/N. None of this ‘how you feel’ shit. Say the goddamn words.”
Jungkook averted his gaze, because he knew what he was asking him to do. It wasn’t even something he admitted in his own thoughts easily, let alone spoke them.
“Just drop it. You got what you wanted out of me, didn’t you?” He put his hands in the pockets of his swimming trunks, kicking the sand, but then Jimin was shoving him in the chest and knocking him back.
“Say it,” He demanded.
“No,” Jungkook hissed.
“Say it!” Jimin screamed, pushing him to the ground.
“No!” Jungkook yelled back.
Jimin pushed his hand down on Jungkook’s chest, anchoring him to the sand. “Just fucking say it, pussy!”
Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s arms, sitting up and slamming him into the ground to reverse their positions. He hovered over him for a moment, his breathing heavy as his heart clawed at him, wanting the thoughts to finally be free. They scratched and squeezed and mutilated him until he felt himself bellow in pain.
“I fucking love her, okay!” He stared down at Jimin, whose smile slowly started to creep in beneath him.
“Good,” Jimin whispered, patting at Jungkook’s cheek like he’d just performed a trick correctly like a dog. “Finally getting somewhere.”
Jungkook smacked his lips, pushing off of Jimin to stand back up. “Glad you got what you wanted, dickhead.”
Jimin sat up, brushing the sand off of him. “You’ll thank me one day.”
“Wouldn’t hold your breath on that.” Jungkook stepped into the waves, kicking at the water. He didn’t want to say those words out loud, but it seemed they didn’t want to be held captive anymore.
Jimin’s arm was suddenly hooked around Jungkook’s shoulder. He had to force himself not to push him away. “Come on, let's go back to the house.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh, staring at his friend like he was crazy. “After all that, just a casual ‘let’s go back to the house,’ seriously?”
Jimin nodded. “Yes, because at least now you’re not in denial anymore. You actually said it. My job is done, the rest is up to you.”
He clenched his jaw, looking in the distance. “And if I still don’t tell her?”
Jimin shrugged. “Then at least I’ll know I did all I could do to help.”
Jungkook sighed, rubbing at his face. Was Jimin right? Even if he was being selfish by telling you, was it still your right to know? So that you could decide? He was still wary about it, but he couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t eating at him now. He would have to think on it, so it seemed that Jimin accomplished his goal in the end.
“Fine, you seedy fucker. Let’s go back.” He slipped beneath his arm, motioning for his friend to follow him. A couple of minutes into the trek back to the house Jungkook glanced over his shoulder, one thing still on his mind. “But just so you know, if you pull something like that with Y/N again, I’m not asking questions next time.”
Jimin smiled softly. “Noted.”
—————
You were sitting on the couch with a drink in your hand, a slight buzz running through your head. You’d needed another one immediately after that strange conversation with Jimin. You still weren’t sure what it had all been about. Maybe just genuine curiosity? Or maybe Jungkook had perhaps put him up to it to see if you had changed your mind after Yoongi’s party about the idea of the two of you being physical again. But you really didn’t think Jungkook would try something like that. He apparently hadn’t even told Jimin about that conversation, so it seemed unlikely, but still a possibility. You pondered the different scenarios in your head when Yoongi suddenly sat down next to you.
“Not having fun with your girls?” He asked, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
You glanced over at Sana and Jennie. They were mingling with some of the other Tri Delt members. While most of the girls didn’t have much trouble with forgiving the dispute between your houses now that you and Jungkook were ‘back together,’ they knew the truth of the situation and weren’t so easy to forgive the past two years. But at least they weren’t antagonizing, so that was the most you could ask for.
“Yeah, just… thinking,” You finally answered, taking another sip from your cup.
“Well, you’ve been sitting here for a while in some freaky daze, so it must be something serious.”
You groaned at his observation. “You don’t have to constantly be worried about me, you know? I’m fine.”
“I know, I know, but…” Yoongi’s lips thinned, dipping his head down to whisper. “I just can’t help but check up on you. I’m the reason you’re in this position in the first place. I suggested this whole idea for you and Jungkook. I just wanna make sure you’re good.”
You hadn’t thought about it that way. That he felt responsible for proposing this lie. You could see that he was genuinely concerned, and while this last month had been confusing and at moments borderline torturous, it wasn’t his fault.
“You’re not the reason I’m in this position. It’s on me for being a dumbass and not seeing the email about my scholarship.” You patted his chest. “You’re a good friend. I’ll be okay, promise.”
Yoongi nodded, but he still seemed to carry some level of guilt from the expression on his face. “Well, maybe I can play therapist at least. What were you thinking so hard about before? Something happen between you guys?”
“Not between me and him…” You scrunched your face, knowing exactly how this was going to sound. “Between me and, uhm, Jimin.”
“Jimin!?” Yoongi’s eyes went wide, suddenly turning to face you and pulling his legs into a criss-cross position on the couch. “Jungkook’s gonna kill him.” Yoongi chuckled.
“It wasn't like that.” You lifted your legs onto the couch as well to mimic Yoongi’s position. It was extremely loud with everyone talking and all the music, but it made it easier to make sure no one accidentally overhead anything. “I mean, I guess it was kind of like that. He was flirting with me, but then I realized he knew that Jungkook was watching. It was… weird.”
Yoongi’s lips twitched upwards slightly, like he was trying to fight the urge to smile. “He knew he was watching, huh?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Do you know something?”
He shook his head, but his eyes dropped down and you could tell he wasn’t being entirely honest. “No, Jungkook still doesn’t talk to me about you guys all that much. Remember, I made that rule that the two of you weren’t allowed to bitch about each other to me after you broke up.”
Of course you remembered that. Yoongi had given you a longer grace period than Jungkook in that regard, considering you had been the one to get your heart broken. But eventually he said enough was enough, and that in order to remain friends with the both of you he couldn’t be a part of the constant nagging about one another.
“Well, at least we aren’t fighting anymore, so you don’t have to worry about hearing about it.”
“I’m glad. It sucked not being able to hang out with my best friends together.” He gave you a sad smile, and you returned it. You had also missed that feeling of the three of you hanging out. “So things are actually good with you guys then? It hasn’t been weird?”
“Well, no. Things have definitely been weird.” You scratched your head awkwardly. Your voice lowered even more than it had been before. “He heard me having sex the other day.” Yoongi half-screamed, falling back into the couch and spilling some of his drink onto the floor. He picked himself back up after a moment of trying to get his laughter under control. “Hey, at least he didn’t have to actually see me fucking someone like I had to when I first moved in.” The image of Jungkook and that girl naked flashed through your mind. You felt your cup bend slightly as your fingers curled around the plastic.
“Now I did hear about that.” Yoongi rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. “Honestly, I thought after that there was no way this whole thing was gonna work out. Figured you’d tell him to fuck off and find another place to live.”
“It would’ve been a pain to find another place that quickly, so I at least had to give it a try.” You shrugged. “Plus, it’s been nice not fighting anymore. I think we’re kind of in a good place, and I feel like I’m getting some sort of… I don’t know, closure, I guess, after all these years.”
“Closure…” He said the word slowly, like he was mulling over what you meant by that. You weren’t sure why. Honestly, you should’ve been past the point of closure, but hey, at least you were getting there. He seemed to push whatever he was thinking about away before lighting his joint and inhaling. He coughed, blowing the smoke away from your face. He motioned to hand it to you.
You shook your head, pushing it away. “No, I have to share a bed with Jungkook tonight, and well, I mean you know what it does to me.”
“That it makes you horny as fuck? Yes, I do know that.” Yoongi snickered, clearly remembering some moments over the years when you hadn’t been exactly the most modest after smoking. “But you’re drinking. That makes you get the same way.”
You shook your cup in your hand. “Yeah, not as bad as with weed though.” Though admittedly, drinking when you were going to be in a close space with Jungkook probably also wasn’t the best idea, but you had some modicum of self control. It would be fine, right?
“If you say so.” Yoongi smiled, taking another hit. He clearly didn’t believe you.
“Nothing’s gonna happen between us.” You put your arms into the shape of an ‘X’ to further prove your point. “No sex.”
“What about sex?” Jimin’s voice chirped from behind you, the intrusion making you jump and spill some of your drink onto the couch. Taehyung’s parents were seriously going to murder him.
You turned around to see Jimin and Jungkook standing together. You didn’t see any animosity or bloody faces, so they seemed to have worked out whatever the hell that was from earlier.
Jungkook glanced at you and then at the joint in Yoongi’s hand. You watched his mouth twitch slightly, probably thinking of some variation of Yoongi’s comment about your insatiable libido when smoking.
Jimin motioned at the couch. “Yoongi and Y/N are talking about sex, Jungkook. You’re gonna threaten to knock him out too, right?”
You felt yourself stiffen. You knew they obviously were going to have words, but you didn’t want them to get into a physical altercation over what happened. “You guys didn’t get into a fight, did you?”
“No, just threw him around in the sand a little bit.” Jungkook walked over to the couch, squatting down in front of it and slipping the joint from Yoongi’s hand before taking a deep inhale.
“Well, hello to you too,” Yoongi said before taking it back.
“Hey, I got you on the ground too. Don’t make it seem like I was just getting my ass handed to me.” Jimin pouted.
You looked at Jungkook, leaning in closer. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?”
Jungkook dropped his eyes to the floor for a moment before bringing them back to you. “No, I did.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. Nothing happened.” You assumed Jimin had already told him that considering he was here in one piece, but you wanted to make it clear.
“I know, but he knows he deserved it.” Jungkook smacked Jimin’s thigh.
“Ow, bitch!” He rubbed at the spot that just got hit. “But I am sorry, Y/N. Won’t happen again.”
“You’re fine,” You answered, just glad that everything seemed to have worked out.
You turned back to Jungkook, and you noticed all the sand stuck in his hair, presumably from the tussle they had on the beach. You reached out without thinking. “You have sand everywhere.” You ruffled at the strands, and his eyes slowly closed as you did it. “There, better.” You rubbed your fingers together, dropping the grains over the floor.
Jungkook cleared his throat and scratched at his nose before immediately standing. “Thanks.”
You didn’t know why the action seemed intimate for some reason. You went to take a sip of your drink to push the idea away, but it was empty.
“Need another?” Jungkook asked, motioning to take the cup from you.
“Uhm, yes, please.” You handed it to him.
Jungkook started back towards the kitchen, and you watched as Jimin followed him, throwing an arm around his shoulder and whispering something in his ear. Jungkook pinched his ribs at whatever was said.
You shook your head, deciding not to think further into it as you turned back to face Yoongi. However, when you did he was looking at you with head tilted in some sense of curiosity.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He shrugged.
You rubbed your temples in frustration. “God, why is everyone acting so weird today?”
Yoongi chuckled, inhaling another hit. “Just interesting is all. Watching you guys together.”
“We’re just being friendly,” You said. Sure, it must be strange to see the two of you acting so cordial after all of this time, but there was nothing else to it.
“Okay,” Yoongi said simply, clearly not going to elaborate more.
You huffed in annoyance, turning to glance over your shoulder. You watched Jungkook laughing with a couple of his members as he poured some drinks. You let yourself settle down a bit, just choosing to ignore the odd way everyone was behaving today. Instead you just looked at him for a little longer. It was nice to be able to act like this after so long. To be able to actually stand each other’s presence. But you couldn’t lie, even in these moments of peace your heart tried to fight back against the logic of your mind. It stuttered and violently forced your brain to relive every negative interaction of the last two years. It forced you to remeber it in excruciating detail, as if it was trying to warn you about something. Your body remembered that the last time you and Jungkook had been able to interact like this together, it had ended terribly for you.
Jungkook looked at you suddenly from across the room, a small smile gracing his lips, and then your pulse was racing. It pumped these thoughts of dread into the corners of your mind. They seemed to say: tread lightly or you might just get bit again.
—————
The next couple of hours went by in a bit of a blur. Lots of drinking and hanging out on the beach. Which was currently where you were now, laying down on a towel, eyes closed as you soaked up the sun’s rays.
Your mind had tried to spin you down a path earlier that you wanted no part of. This was supposed to be a relaxing trip, regardless of its inception being under the false pretense that you and Jungkook were truthfully back together. So that was what you were going to treat it as; just a vacation to unwind. The alcohol was definitely helping with that mission. Your thoughts felt fuzzy, your limbs loose, none of that anxiety inducing nonsense from before. You were about to ask Jennie to hand you another drink from the cooler that was near her when pellets of water suddenly started to assault your skin.
“What the hell!?” You barked, sitting straight up, tearing your sunglasses off to look at the culprit. It was Taehyung, whipping his hair like a dog all over you and Jennie.
“Sorry, just trying to cool you guys off.” He shrugged.
“We didn’t ask,” Jennie hissed, making Taehyung blush, but for some reason also… smile? Guess Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he liked them mean.
“Whatever, hand me a drink since you’re right there,” You asked, and Taehyung tossed you one out of the cooler. He then decided it would be a good idea to fish a couple of ice cubes out and toss them onto Jennie.
“You’re gonna regret that,” She said, her smile sinister as she jumped from the ground and began to chase Taehyung into the water.
You chuckled in amusement as you cracked the top of your drink and were about to return to laying back down after the interruption when Jungkook was suddenly sitting down next to you in the sand, Jimin following shortly behind.
You tried to ignore the way he was dripping wet. His hair pushed under a backwards cap, while his breaths were heavy and forceful from him and the other guys spending the past couple of hours messing around in the ocean. You quickly put your glasses back on before your eyes could betray you. You weren’t exactly the most subtle when you weren’t in a clear state of mind.
“Told you, he’s gotta crush,” Jungkook said rolling onto his back.
“Forgive him.” Jimin leaned in closer and lowered his voice as you took a sip of your drink. “He’s terrible at flirting. Only good at fucking.”
You choked on your drink at that admission. The liquid spilled past your lips as it fought its way out of your lungs. “I don’t even wanna know how you know that.” You finally managed to get out after your coughing fit ended.
Jimin shrugged. “Thin walls and well… you know.”
Jungkook smacked Jimin on the back of the head at whatever he was insinuating. “Shut up,” He said sternly.
You rolled your eyes because you could certainly assume what he was hinting at. “Yes, I don’t need to hear about the disgusting orgies I’m sure you all partake in.”
“God, fuck no—” Jungkook was suddenly sputtering. “There were no orgies, trust me.”
You pursed your lips, suddenly finding this conversation to be a bit amusing. “I don’t know, you seem a bit defensive.” You turned to Jimin who looked equally as entertained. “So Jimin, tell me, did you and Jungkook ever have sex with a girl at the same time?”
Jimin’s eyes widened, his lips cracking into a grin as he turned to look at Jungkook who was currently hiding his face in his hand.
“I think I’ll stay out of this one,” Jimin answered.
You chuckled and stood up from your towel, a little confidence running through your veins. “Oh, come on guys. We’re all adults. No need to be shy. We’ve all had threesomes.” Jungkook seemed to choke on air at that, and the reaction only made you want to push it further. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, especially after earlier, but your lack of being sober was influencing you. You leaned down to whisper at the both of them. “If you wanted to see Jimin naked when we were together all you had to do was ask. He’s cute.” You ruffled Jimin’s hair, and noticed the way his cheeks went instantly pink. Then you immediately walked towards the water without looking back.
“That better be a sunburn, motherfucker,” You heard Jungkook say in the distance, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.
You knew that it didn’t mean anything. That it was simply the case of not wanting your friend to be involved with your ex just out of principle. But it was still fun to mess with them. After all, you were the one that got left, so you were enjoying the back and forth between them. Maybe that was why you hadn’t revealed yourself to Jungkook earlier when you and Jimin had been hiding behind those bushes. Because even though the two of you were currently in a good place, you couldn’t lie and say some part of you didn’t enjoy seeing him jealous.
You were about knee deep in the water, when you noticed Taehyung and Jennie still chasing each other around. Hm, maybe he wasn’t so bad at flirting after all.
You were sifting your feet around, splashing yourself to try and cool down when Jungkook was suddenly by your side once again.
“I was joking about that thing with Jimin.” You offered him, not wanting your playful taunt to turn into something serious—as much as you had enjoyed the look on his face.
“I know, I know,” He said, but didn’t look convincing with his jaw tight while he scratched at his bicep.
“What happened with you guys earlier anyways?” You asked, genuinely curious. “What was that whole thing even about? Obviously he knows it would’ve pissed you off.”
Jungkook bit at his bottom lip, seeming to think about his answer. “Nothing, he just thought it’d be funny,” He finally settled on.
“Hm, doesn’t seem like a very good friend.” You could never imagine Sana or Jennie flirting with Jungkook because they thought it was ‘funny.’
He looked back at the shore where Jimin was still laying on the beach, talking to one of the guys from Lambda that had walked over to him. He stared at him for a second before answering. “No, he’s a really great friend actually.”
“Whatever you say,” You responded, even if you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. But hey, it was their friendship, even if you obviously weren’t privy to the inside details of it.
You and Jungkook walked further out into the water, not really saying much to each other. You glanced over at him, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you.
“Was there something you wanted to talk about?” You asked, looking around to see if any of the members of your houses were watching to warrant him following you out here.
“No, just wanted to come out here.” He shrugged. “What? We can’t hang out if someone isn’t looking?”
You were taken aback by that answer. You knew that the two of you had found a happy medium in your relationship but it wasn’t something you thought he had found fully enjoyable. The forced proximity of it all.
“No, we can,” You said. “It’s just a bit strange, you know? Like I know we’ve been living together, but we still don’t talk that much outside of having to play the part at parties and stuff.”
“I get that.” He nodded, both of you coasting in the waves as they splashed against you. “But I’d like that to change. I’d like to be able to talk normally again.”
You raised a brow. “Like friends?”
Jungkook pushed his tongue against his cheek before answering. “Yeah… Like friends.”
If you had asked yourself over a month ago what the possibility of you and Jungkook being friends was, the answer would have been a firm fuck no. But now everything was different. You had enjoyed the fact that there was no longer this lingering malice at every interaction, but you still couldn’t say that you didn’t hold some amount of anger towards him. You hated admitting that, but even after two years you still couldn’t look at him without those incessant flashbacks from that night forcing their way into your mind at some point. But regardless of that you wanted to at least try, in order to make this entire situation of living together and pretending to date a bit easier.
“Okay, like friends,” You finally said.
Jungkook seemed to beam at that response. “Really?”
“Yeah.” You smiled wickedly, your hand swinging from the water to send a gush of saltwater into his face. “Really.”
Jungkook looked shocked, but he was smiling wildly as he wiped the liquid from his face. You quickly started swimming deeper into the ocean where you couldn’t touch the ground as he began to chase you.
“What? Water fights are friendly!” You yelled back.
He was closing in on you, and you tried to swim faster but suddenly a large wave knocked straight into your face. You felt your sunglasses fly off as you were dragged beneath the surface. Almost instantly you felt hands on either side of your ribs, pulling you up.
You patted at your head after sucking in a breath. “Fuck, my glasses.”
Jungkook looked around, still holding onto you. “Shit, my bad.”
You squinted your eyes at the sun that was no longer blocked away, using your arm to guard the rays. But suddenly the bright light was no longer an issue as Jungkook removed his hat and settled it onto your head. He was pulling you to where you could stand, his chest grazing against you as he adjusted the cap to shield your eyes. You felt yourself relax into the touch before you could stop it. You were skin to skin, Jungkook’s face only a couple of inches from yours. You glanced down before you could see his reaction, breaking the contact by stepping a couple of feet away.
“Thanks,” You said, hiding beneath the hat. “That sucks. Those glasses were expensive.”
“I’ll buy you another pair,” He said.
You were instantly shaking your head. “You don’t have to do that.”
He shrugged. “It’s my fault. It’s fine.”
“It wasn’t your fault. I splashed you first,” You argued.
“I don’t care. I’ll still replace them.”
“Like I said, they're expensive. It’s fine.”
“And like I said, it’s fine.” He tipped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want to.”
Something inside of you told you to keep fighting, but you felt yourself melt into the gesture. “Fine,” You said simply instead.
“Good.” He smiled, and then you felt his hand grab one of yours beneath the water. “Wanna go eat something at the house?”
You hid the way your breath hitched, trying to respond as clinically as you could. “I guess I could use something to eat. I drank a lot already.”
“Okay, let’s go.” He pulled at your hand, dragging you to shallower waters until you were standing, his fingers still grasping yours as you walked up the beach.
“Oh, so cute!” You heard someone say, you turned to see Joyce and a couple of other Tri Delt members looking at the two of you as you emerged from the water hand in hand.
You sent them a forced smile as you pulled Jungkook’s hat lower on your head. You still hated this part. The faking and pretending. They all thought this was a second chance at rekindled love, when in reality it was you being forced to endure the person that broke you. And even though the relationship between the both of you was getting better, it didn’t change that fact.
“You okay?” Jungkook asked once you were further away from everyone and closer to the house.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied, once again forcing a grin as Jungkook walked with you, fingers intertwined with yours.
—————
The first night of the Tri Delt x Lambda beach trip was upon you before you knew it. Everyone had made their way back to the house, drinking and mingling in a way that was unfamiliar after these last two years of pranks and fighting. You watched in a happy, drunken haze, seeing the girls and guys interact. Some of them seemed to be getting extremely close after their day together. You saw some of them sitting in one another’s laps, some kissing, some dancing. You even noticed Jennie and Taehyung chatting in the corner. It was still crazy to you that your failed relationship was what was holding all of this back. You were still thinking about that when Sana approached you.
“You good?” She asked.
“Yeah, fine. Just watching everyone be okay with each other. It’s weird.”
Sana looked around at your point of view. “Well, your plan worked at least.”
You nodded, taking a sip from your cup. “Seems it did.”
“But did it work for you?” She asked.
You stared at your drink, knowing what she meant, but deciding to act stupid. “What do you mean?”
Sana scoffed, batting you in the shoulder. “You know what I mean. Having to act this way with Jungkook. I mean it can’t be easy.”
You felt your chest shutter. Sana was right, but you didn’t want to talk about it. You were dealing with it in the best way you knew how, which was inside of your head.
“It’s strange, but it’s working out fine I think.” It wasn’t the entire truth, but that was all you could manage at this moment.
The music stopped suddenly. Everyone looked around in confusion, and then Taehyung who seemed to have pulled himself away from Jennie was standing in the middle of the living room.
“I just wanna say… This weekend has been a great time already.” He stumbled slightly with a drink in his hand. “And I just wanna say a thank you to Jungkook and Y/N for making it happen!” Suddenly everyone in the room was cheering.
Oh, no.
“We’ve fought the past two years, but now that they’re back together everything’s fucking great!” Taehyung turned towards you, raising his drink. “Where’s Jungkook?” He was by your side in a second, one hand resting on your shoulder. You looked up at him, his eyes seeming to say, calm down. “There he is. Cheers to the happy couple!”
Everyone was crowding you both, cups and bottles raised in your direction. Your heart started pounding with all this attention. When you were at parties or events together there was no spectacle. It was just simple kissing here or there, no spotlight of faces. You felt yourself lock up, but then Jungkook threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.
“Just breathe,” He whispered against your ear, and then he kissed you.
It was nothing crazy, just a couple of seconds, but that was all it took to have your pulse stuttering and your stomach churning with something that you could only assume was some sort of desire. You hated that your body still reacted like this to him.
You pulled away first, staring at him with an expression that you weren’t even sure how to explain. Frustration, lust, confusion, you weren’t sure. But it seemed no one noticed because the cheers had suddenly become louder at the show of affection. Everyone hugging and clinking drinks, some people kissing alongside you. It was just too much. You wondered what some of these people must think of you. Some pathetic girl that took back her ex after he got to sleep with as many girls as he wanted before you took him back. You knew that wasn’t true, but they didn’t know that
You turned to Sana quickly. “I gotta get out of here.”
She nodded, seeming to immediately understand. “Come on.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the sliding glass door that led to the back once everyone had their attention turned away from you.
You were down the steps that went towards the beach before you knew it, and Jennie was suddenly behind you as well. “You’re not leaving me in there, bitches.”
“What don’t wanna keep talking to Taehyung?”
Sana snickered.
“Oh, shut up.” Jennie waved her hands in the air. “I was just being an appreciative guest.”
“Sure,” You said slowly, turning to give her a smile. “Whatever you say.”
You grabbed Sana’s hand tighter, forcing her to run with you the rest of the way down to the beach as Jennie screamed after you.
“Nothing's going on!” She yelled as she finally caught up.
You chuckled, resting a hand on her arm. “You can go for
it if you want. I won’t be mad. But I would’ve appreciated it if you had managed to occupy his attention a little better so I wouldn’t have had to put on that little show.”
“I’m sorry about that. He’s an idiot, but….” Jennie started pulling at her hair. “I don’t know, he’s kind of sweet. I’m just curious, I guess.”
You waved her concerns off. “Seriously do what you want.”
You knew that Jennie probably felt guilty about being interested in a guy from Lambda after everything, but it truly wasn’t something that bothered you.
“Oh, forget about this. Enough talk of Lambda boys.” Sana was suddenly ripping her shirt off and pulling down her shorts. “Let’s do something fun!”
“What are you doing?” You gasped, looking to see if anyone was around.
“Skinny dipping, and you are too!” She giggled, pulling at your shirt.
You didn’t fight it. You let her pull the clothing off of you until you were left in your bathing suit from earlier. Normally you would’ve objected, but the alcohol was making you a bit braver, and the distraction from the kiss with Jungkook was needed.
“Fuck it.” You pulled at the strings from your bikini top and let it fall to the ground, leaving your breasts bare. “Let’s go.” Then Jennie was stripping, and after a few moments all three of you were completely naked and marching into the water to cover your bodies. “Pretty sure this was how the movie Jaws opened,” You said as the water hit your shoulders.
“No, there was a guy that left her out there.” Sana pressed a hand above her eyes, scoping around. “No guys. We’re good.”
You laughed, the three of you huddling together as the small waves battered against you. It felt strangely freeing in a way. Being out here completely bare with your two best friends. You were already forgetting about the kiss with Jungkook. The way you had folded so easily. You knew it was something that was necessary between the two of you, but that didn’t mean you should enjoy it. Which was the problem. Everytime something happened with him you felt yourself slip, even if just for that moment. It felt normal and right, and then you remembered how deeply he hurt you. But this was helping you forget. Forget this fucked up situation you were in and the nagging feelings that clawed at you. It was just nice to be with people that helped you feel like your life was normal.
“You better now?” Sana asked as the three of you held hands in a circle as the water bobbed you around.
“Yes, better.” You nodded, squeezing their hands tighter. “I don’t know what I’m doing, guys.” You finally admitted.
“What do you mean?” Jennie asked. “What’s going on?”
You bit your lip and tilted your head down, not wanting to admit these thoughts out loud, but you needed to tell someone. “Being with him lately is strange. It’s just too comfortable. Like nothing ever happened.” You paused, taking in a deep breath. “He fucked me up, and I just have to act like I’m fine, and when he kisses me… It feels like it is—just for a second.”
Sana patted the side of your hair, her face twisted in a sympathetic expression. “We understand. This is probably harder for you than you could ever explain.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t judge you for however you’re feeling.” Jennie hugged you. “It’s an insane situation. There’s no way to prepare for it.”
You gave them a small smile. You appreciated the words of comfort. You knew it wasn’t something you could help, but it was nice hearing that you weren’t an idiot. That if anyone was in this situation of having to pretend to date their ex that broke their heart, they would also feel confused. It wasn’t that you wanted to get back together with him, there were too many insecurities and trust issues to wade through. Plus, he seemed perfectly happy in his conquest of having sex with as many women as he could, so it wasn’t as if either of you were interested in that. But you still couldn’t shake the emotions that overtook you in those forced moments of intimacy. You weren’t sure what they meant. Was it just longing for what it once was or something else?
“Thanks, love you guys,” You said, pushing your thoughts away, because it didn’t matter right now.
“Love you too.” Sana grabbed your hands, pulling you into a waltz position. “Now let’s dance! Music please, Jennie!” Jennie started humming some classical piece that was familiar as Sana tugged you through the water, laughing and twirling you as you both tried to keep your heads above the waves. You guys were out there for a couple of minutes, just messing around and having fun, when of course it had to come to an end.
You were lost in the moment when a voice shattered your short-lived serenity. “What’s going on here?”
The three of you turned to glare at the boys on the beach. It was Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. Sana pushed you behind her. It was dark and there was no way they could see anything through the water, but it was still a vulnerable position.
“Seriously you guys had to follow us!” Sana yelled.
“We were just coming down here to drink some more.” Jimin waved a case of beer in the air.” We weren’t following you.” He bent down, picking up her bathing suit bottoms that had been left on shore. “Didn’t know we’d find something like this though.”
“Drop them, fucker.” Sana snapped her fingers, pointing down, and Jimin let the material slip from his grasp immediately.
He threw his hand in the air. “Sorry, my bad.”
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, looking back and forth between your two groups in confusion. He seemed to be staring at Jungkook who was in turn staring at you, and neither of you were saying anything. “Are you guys fighting again already?”
Fuck, this wasn’t good. A normal couple wouldn’t just be silent with each other like this, especially after sharing a celebratory kiss in front of everyone. You stepped in front of Sana quickly.
“Nothing’s going on. We just had a spontaneous idea…” You paused, clenching your fists at your side. “Jungkook, come here.”
The full moon was the only reason you could see the way his eyes widened. You could tell he was hesitant, looking around anywhere that wasn’t at you, but he kept glancing towards Taehyung who didn’t know the truth of what was going on here. It would be odd to deny you, so he didn’t. He pulled his shirt off and slipped his gym shorts down, leaving him in only his boxers.
“These are staying on. Not letting these fuckers stare at my ass.” Jungkook turned to his friends, flipping them off playfully as he made his way into the water. But you didn’t think that was why he was keeping them on, because the closer he got to you the more hesitance you could see on his face, like he didn’t think he should be this close to you while you were undressed.
“Is Jungkook the only one invited?” Jimin asked, motioning towards the shore.
Sana and Jennie both look at you for the answer. You shrugged. “I don’t care. Up to you guys.”
“Are you sure?” Sana whispered. “I think it’d be funny, but we don’t have to.”
“I seriously don’t care.” You grabbed her shoulder, leaning down to her ear as Jungkook got closer. “Jimin’s cute. Just do whatever you want. I’m fine.”
She shot you a face of disgust. “Ew, absolutely not.” However, she glanced at the beachline for a moment. “I mean yes, he’s attractive, but I could never get with a Lambda.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking her shoulders. “Just do what you want. Have fun. Don’t think about me.”
She stared at you for a moment, tonguing her cheek. “Fine, but if you wanna leave just say the word and we’re gone.”
“Okay, got it.” You motioned towards Jimin and Taehyung on the beach, letting your friends take the rest from there.
She huffed, waving them forward. “You can come in, but you have to be completely naked. Jungkook only gets a pass because of Y/N.”
“Fine with me.” Taehyung shrugged and stripped every piece of his clothing off in seconds before diving into the water.
Jimin rolled his eyes, but undressed in a similarly rushed manner before running into the water. “You’re making yourself look too easy, Tae.”
Taehyung scoffed. “Like I give a fuck about looking easy to a girl as hot as Jennie.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as he drifted towards her with a wide grin. She stood her ground as he approached, but even in the dark you could see the wobble of a smile trying to form. They started bantering back and forth immediately.
Jimin was swimming closer to you and Sana now. Sana quirked a brow at him, the two having a staredown for a couple of seconds before she began to paddle further out. She was smirking as she did so, daring him to chase her. Which he of course did without question.
“Be careful,” You yelled as the two drifted away in their little game of chase. “Idiots,” You whispered, turning away and suddenly finding yourself face to face with Jungkook. He was still keeping his distance.
“Stop being weird about it,” You finally said, splashing at him. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “You’re really confusing, you know that right?” He said, stopping just a couple of feet away from you.
“I’m confusing?” You brows furrowed. “How?”
“Well, you got so upset when we had to kiss earlier that you literally had to run out of the house. So I obviously assumed that me being next to you while you were naked wasn’t exactly something you’d enjoy.” He let out a deep sigh. “I just don’t know what to do to make this not miserable for you. I don’t want you to be miserable with me. I really don’t.”
You hadn’t really thought about it like that. Those were pretty mixed signals you supposed. But it wasn’t that you were doing it on purpose. Right now, when it was just the two of you, it was different. You were simply a pair of individuals with a shared past trying to navigate the impossible. Whereas earlier had been a public spectacle of humiliation on your part. Everyone, his house and yours, under the impression that you had simply forgiven him for breaking up with you. He was the victor and you were the spineless girl that gave into him. He didn’t understand that.
“You don’t make me miserable,” You finally answered, deciding that keeping these thoughts to yourself wasn’t going to help anything. Maybe if he could see where you were coming from, it would make things easier. “What we’ve been doing the past month or so, with the kissing here or there, that’s whatever to me. But what happened in there, with everyone staring at me like…” You trailed off, not knowing if this was something you should voice out loud. It could come across as an insult to him, and you didn’t want to fight.
“Like what?” Jungkook asked, now only a foot or so away from you.
You bit your tongue and turned away from him, not wanting to see his face when you said this. “Like I’m the loser who took back her ex after he embarrassed her for the past two years.” Your nails bit into your skin beneath the water. “None of my members have said anything to me, but I can’t help but think that if I was one of them I would definitely think I was a total fucking idiot. Taking back a guy who broke up with me and had no shame in hiding what he was doing all that time.” You let your body sink lower, just so your mouth was barely above the water as you stared up at the moon. “I know it shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks because none of this is real always, but it’s just eating at me. People thinking you got to fuck whoever you wanted for two years and then got to come back to me once it was out of your system. God, they probably think I’m so pathetic." You rubbed your palm against your forehead in frustration. You hated that you were bombarded with these constant thoughts.
There was just silence for a moment. You continued to stare up at the sky. You were still decently buzzed and this entire circumstance of being naked in the ocean with your pretend boyfriend wasn’t exactly normal, so it almost made this whole thing feel like a weird dream. But the dream-like state was broken when Jungkook was grabbing your shoulder and gently turning you to face him again.
You kept your head dipped down and crossed your arms over your chest. “You don’t have to say anything. I agreed to do this, so it is what it is.”
“Y/N,” Jungkook’s hand grazed the side of your cheek. The sensation made you stifle a gasp. You glanced up at him, and he was staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite place. Guilt? Pity? Either way you hated it.
You pushed his hand away. “Don’t. I don’t need you to feel bad for me. In fact that pisses me off more, so just forget I said anything.”
Jungkook huffed, his jaw hardening. “Fine. What do you want me to do then?”
You gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“What can I do to make this easier for you?” He asked. “Do you want me to say something in front of everyone? Do you want me to humiliate myself in front of them for you? Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. I don’t care.”
You were shocked by what he was saying. You didn’t think he would offer something like that when it didn’t benefit him in any way. You pondered the idea a bit, asking him to do something that would make him look as dumb as you felt, but in the end, you just couldn’t think of anything you would want from him in that regard.
“Jungkook, right now all I want from you is for you to go get my one of those beers and talk to me about anything other than this.” You gave him a weak smile. “Please, let’s talk about anything else.”
He bit his lip, seeming to stop himself from pushing the conversation that he clearly still wanted to have. “Okay, we can do that,” He finally said, turning to wade back to shore where he got you and him a drink before returning back to you.
“So, what do you wanna talk about?” You asked, popping the tab on your drink and taking a swig.
He pursed his lips, looking around, his sights seeming to catch on our friends who had drifted quite a bit away. “Well, our friends are definitely having a good time.”
You could hear their laughter ringing through the air. It seemed Jimin had caught up to Sana and was now dragging her through the water with her hands clasped around his neck. You knew she wouldn’t make it easy for him. She was just messing with him at this point, but who knows what the rest of this weekend held.
“Jennie hooked up with Jimin freshman year. She always says that it didn’t go too well.” You remembered how Jennie had explained it as a big let down after he came in all of two minutes of her going down on him. “Hopefully Sana will have better luck. If she even gives him the chance.”
Jungkook chucked, pushing his hair off of face. “Yeah, trust me he was embarrassed as fuck. He says he still has nightmares about the pissed off look on Jennie’s face.”
You laughed loudly, covering your mouth. “That sounds about right. You don’t want to be on the other end of her when she’s mad.”
Jungkook shrugged. “Well, she’s perfect for Taehyung then. He likes that sort of thing for some reason.”
“Oh, so girls being a little mean to you isn’t a kink you found out you liked after we broke up?” You smirked as he choked on his drink at your question.
He banged at his chest with his fist to clear the alcohol out of his airway. “Thought you said you didn’t wanna talk about this kind of stuff?”
“I said I didn’t want to talk about this stupid fake dating situation.” You paused, taking another sip of your drink. “Though, talking about the sex we’ve had with other people probably isn’t a good idea either.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right about that.” He tongued at the inside of his cheek. “But to answer that one question, no, women being mean to me was not something that was my thing.”
“Must’ve hated me the past few years then.” You chuckled, remembering all of the insults you had hurled at him.
Jungkook’s face turned soft suddenly, making you realize that you had both drifted back to each other. You were so close you could feel his legs brushing against yours with each wave that pushed its way to shore.
“I’ve never hated you,” He said.
You looked at him skeptically. “Come on, you had to hate me at some points. Even I can admit I was being a giant bitch sometimes.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly remembering some moments that had gotten under his skin. “No, I really never did. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there were definitely moments that pissed me off. Like you accusing me of cheating on you when we were still together, but I could never hate you.”
“It definitely was a favorite of mine. It just made you so mad.” You giggled, remembering all the times you used to hurl the allegation at him. Back then you were just so angry that you wanted him to feel the same, and it worked every time.
His face suddenly turned serious, however. “I know you’re laughing and all… But you know I didn’t, right? Like I never would’ve done that to you.”
You knew that he more than likely hadn’t. It just wasn’t the type of person he was, though you also never thought he would've broken up with you back then, so what did you really know? You never know someone truly, no matter what they show you.
“I choose to believe you.” You decided to answer honestly. “Of course there’s some part of me that will always wonder, but no I don’t think you did, but who knows? And who cares? It doesn't really matter anymore. We’re getting along fine regardless of what did or didn’t happen back then.”
His brows furrowed, face twisting. “But I care that you think that, even if it’s just a little bit.”
You shrugged, not understanding why this was such a big deal to him. “Why do you care what I think? Like I said, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything.”
He took his hand that wasn’t holding his drink and rubbed it down his face. “It just does. It just—”
Okay, you were done with this conversation. Nothing between the two of you could ever stay civil it seemed. You slapped your hand over his mouth, his eyes widening as your palm settled over his lips.
“Stop,” You whispered. “Please, just let it go.”
You felt his face slump beneath your touch, looking at you like he wanted so badly to say more, but in the end he dropped his gaze between the small space that separated you and simply nodded.
You let your hand linger there a little longer. Touching him like this for no reason other than that you could. It was the first time that the two of you were not under the watchful eye of someone, and for some reason it intrigued you. The way your chest was suddenly beating wildly, your legs feeling weak in the water.
Jungkook was staring at you now. His gaze seemed to burn you with how intense it was. You felt his lips purse into your fingers, the sensation forcing a shiver up your arm, and yet you still didn’t pull away. He waited a couple of seconds and then he was pushing his head forward until the back of your knuckles were skimming your mouth, leaving just your hand separating the two of you.
Your breath hitched. “What’re you doing?”
“What’re you doing?” He said beneath your palm.
“I…” You trailed off, because you didn’t know what you were doing. Why were you still touching him? “I don’t know.”
You felt your fingers start to separate, almost against your will. You couldn’t see his mouth since your faces were so close together, but you could feel his breath against your lips. You began to shake slightly, your teeth chattering with some type of anticipation. But anticipation for what? The entire reason you were down here, naked in this water, was because of a simple kiss with him earlier that had freaked you out, and now here you were seeming to want to do it willingly.
You were both at a stalemate it seemed, however. Just staring at each other, both of your chests starting to rise and fall dramatically the longer this went on. His brows were furrowing, eyes full of emotion that seemed to look like genuine pain at the closeness of this. Your mouth parted and your tongue ran along the edge of your lip. Jungkook did the same as if he was trying to invite you to just give in. You felt yourself falling into it, and suddenly your mouths were just barely touching between your fingers. His tongue brushed at your bottom lip, making your stomach clench with a sudden rush of arousal. You shouldn’t be doing this. You absolutely should not be doing this, but this entire situation just felt so… tempting. You felt yourself almost give in, when this odd moment of lust was interupted.
“What kind of weird foreplay is this?” Taehyung asked, a lot closer than he had been several minutes ago.
You yanked yourself back instantly, hand flying to your mouth as if you had been burned. Your entire body felt tingly with adrenaline. You glanced at Jungkook who had put himself between you and Taehyung. You couldn’t see his face, so you couldn’t tell how this had affected him either.
“Jeez, what’s with that face?” Taehyung asked Jungkook. “Looks like you’re gonna drown me.”
You were curious to know what Jungkook’s expression looked like to warrant that kind of reaction, but before you could swim around to see, Jimin was jumping on Taehyung.
“Taehyung, you fucking idiot!” He yelled, pretending to strangle him.
“Dude, I can feel your dick on my back!” Taehyung tried swimming away, a disgusted look on his face as he tried to evade Jimin. “Gross!”
They continued to play-fight in the water, and you could see Sana and Jennie staring at you. It wasn’t in a judgmental way, but more so that they were very curious as to what had just been going on between you and Jungkook. You grimaced, simply shrugging, because you had no idea what had been going on either.
Okay, you needed to get out of this water. Before it felt freeing, now you just felt trapped with all of these confusing thoughts. You tapped Jungkook on the shoulder. He hesitated before turning around to look at you. When he did, you were surprised. He seemed almost… scared? Or just worried of what you might say.
“Can you go get my bathing suit for me?” You asked, and you saw the way he relaxed at the simple request.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He motioned for you to hand him your drink that was still in your hand. You gave it to him, and then he was swimming towards the shore. He sat the empty cans down on the sand and picked up your swimsuit. He was about to turn around to come back into the water when you saw the way he froze momentarily. He glanced down and adjusted something in the front of his boxers.
You couldn’t stifle your laugh as he started to make his way back to you with your clothes blocking his crotch. Seems he had certainly been affected as well by that almost kiss.
“Having a problem there?” You asked as he handed the two-piece to you.
“What? I can’t control it,” He said as you started to pull your bottoms on and tie your top back around your neck.
“I know, I know.” You bit your lip, guessing that you should address what just happened. “Sorry about that, by the way. I don’t know what I was doing. You know how I am when I drink.”
He shook his head. “It’s fine. Nothing to be sorry about.”
You knew that the two of you had both been complicit in whatever that was, but you were the one that had been unable to pull away from him in the first place. Your hand had been stuck to his mouth, not wanting to let go. God, you stupid girl.
You shook the thoughts of your idiocy away. “Okay, well, I'm still gonna get out of here.” You glanced at Jennie and Sana who were still with the guys. Everyone had drifted back to being much further away now. You figured you’d just sneak off without letting them know. “Let them stay and have their fun.”
“I’ll come with you,” Jungkook said, following you as you began your trek back to the shore.
“You don’t have to. You can stay and hang out if you want.”
Jungkook made a face. “And have to watch whatever’s about to go down between the four of them? I’m good.”
You laughed as you stepped onto solid land, gathering up your shirt and shorts from earlier. “They’re all very attractive people. It wouldn’t be so bad.”
Jungkook grabbed his gym shorts from earlier, slipping them on quickly over his soaking wet boxers, and you couldn’t help but notice the thick outline of his cock before he managed to pull them up completely. You clenched your teeth, your brain sending another rush through your body that had your toes curling in the sand. This was getting ridiculous. You were very capable of controlling these passing moments of lust, but all the drinking from today had made your walls falter slightly. It wasn’t that you were belligerent or anything. It was just a slight buzz at this point. But you were always a lot more aroused after a day or night of drinking, and this seemed to be no exception. The problem was you could usually ignore it by going to your own room, now you were stuck in one with Jungkook for the night.
“Still, I’m gonna pass on that,” Jungkook replied, breaking you from your thoughts. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Are you trying to go to sleep or stay up with everyone at the house?” You asked as you both began the miserable journey of navigating through the sand.
“I could do either.” He shrugged. “What do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know—” You had started to say before your foot hit a particularly deep pit that had you falling flat on your face. “Fuck my life.” You spit a couple of grains out that had managed to make it into your mouth.
Jungkook knelt down next to you, laughing hysterically as he brushed some of the sand off of your face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not drunk, I promise.” You flipped onto your back, the exhaustion from being in the sun and swimming this whole time seeming to finally catch up to you. “I just can’t walk in this shit.”
“Yeah, reminds me of that time after prom when we snuck out after we got home and drove to the beach. I stole that bottle from my dad’s liquor cabinet. You fell like a million times.” Jungkook smiled as he sat down next to you. “God, my dad was so pissed.”
You chuckled at the memory. It was your senior year in high school. You and Jungkook had been dating for a while at that point. It was after a fun night of dancing, and you and him had come up with the brilliant idea to go back home like you were supposed to and then sneak out afterwards for an impromptu beach trip in the middle of the night. You guys drank once you got there and then slept in his car. You were both caught by your parents of course the next morning, but yours had been more casual about the incident.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t let you see me for like a month.” You turned on your side, one hand holding your head up as you looked at Jungkook. “My parents thought it was kind of cute. Young love and all that, but you know they’ve always been less strict.”
Jungkook nodded, moving a piece of hair off of your face. “My dad is more of a cynic of love than your parents, unfortunately.”
You grabbed your chin, giving him a studied look. “Hm, should I psychologically diagnose your relationship issues? I think I have all I need.” You laughed.
He gave you a small smile. “Not necessary. I mean, I know we talked about this back in the day, but he’s just always been mad about my mom leaving him. Made him a bit of a prick.”
“A prick indeed. He wouldn’t even let me come by the house anymore after that. Not even just to sit in the living room.” You huffed, still a bit agitated by that whole ordeal from years ago apparently.
“Yeah, didn’t stop me from sneaking you into my room afterwards though.” He smirked. “So his cynicism clearly didn’t work too well on me.”
You decided not to say the quiet part out loud, that maybe some of his cynicism had in fact rubbed off on Jungkook. Maybe that’s why he thought that the first relationship he ever got into wouldn’t work out in the end. You weren’t giving him an excuse, simply just trying to see the reasoning behind it.
“Yeah, fun times,” You decided to say simply.
“You ready to head back inside?” He asked.
“Yeah, kinda wanna take a shower and lay down. It was a long day.”
“Me too.” He stood up, holding his hand out to help you up. You grabbed it and he pulled you to your feet. “Let’s go.”
You both made your way to the house, climbing the stairs with some difficulty. “Oh my god, my legs are killing me,” You complained, kneading at your thighs once you made it to the top where the back entrance was.
“We’ve got one more set to go to get to the room. You gonna make it?” He laughed.
“Guess we’ll see.” You huffed, both of you making your way through the living room. There were still quite a lot of people up, but most of them were too drunk to notice either of you as you found the staircase that led upstairs. Each step was a pain, but you did manage to make it to the top and find your way down the hall to the bedroom.
You felt yourself start to tense up as the scenario of you and Jungkook actually having to share a room together tonight actually came to fruition. You grabbed the handle, pushing your way inside and immediately went to your bag that had some sleeping clothes inside.
“You can take one first.” He motioned towards the bathroom door that was inside of your room.
“Okay.” You nodded and made a beeline inside and shut yourself away from him.
Your heart was racing. Why? This was going to be simple. It was just sleeping next to one another. It wasn’t anything more. You kept telling yourself that as you slipped into the shower and began to scrub the sand and saltwater from your skin and hair. And before you knew it the normal amount of time that you should be in here was up, and you were going to have to go back in there with him. You got dressed, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves.
“You can do this,” You whispered to yourself before opening the door. You saw Jungkook sitting on a towel that was draped over a chair in the corner to not get it completely wet from his clothes. “Your turn.”
“Thanks.” He gave you a small smile as he passed you.
Once the door was closed you jumped into the bed and nestled yourself beneath the covers. You tried to relax, but your body just wouldn’t stop squirming. It seemed barely any time had passed before he emerged from the bathroom in a new pair of boxers, still shirtless with steam following him out.
But at least you weren’t the only one that seemed nervous. He approached the side of the bed cautiously, licking his lips as he looked around the room awkwardly.
“Uhm, you want me to turn out the light?” He asked, pointing to the fan that sat on the ceiling in the center of the room.
“I assume we wouldn’t get much sleep with it on, so sure.” You shrugged, trying to seem casual when this felt anything but that.
He reached up, pulling the string that plunged the room into darkness, but not completely. The moon was full and the blinds on the windows in this room allowed a decent amount of light in from behind the bed, creating a sort of spotlight on you.
Of fucking course it did.
Jungkook pulled the covers back, sliding in next to you. “Okay, uhm, goodnight.” He gave you a forced smile as he turned to face away from you.
“Yeah, uhm, goodnight,” You said back.
You shouldn’t be making this weird. He wasn’t. But even though your bodies weren’t touching, you could just feel him next to you. His presence caused your limbs to fidget and flounder beneath the sheets. You knew that it wasn’t just this insane scenario of being in the same bed with him. It was the fact that you had the terrible inclination of becoming incessantly aroused after drinking. You weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy. You were tired but felt restless at the same time, like you couldn’t relax fully. It was a couple of minutes of you tossing and turning before you knew that this was pointless. You weren’t going to fall asleep like this.
You sat up in bed. “I’ll be back.” You went to climb off your side of the bed when Jungkook was suddenly catching your arm, keeping you in place. You turned to look at him. He was staring at you with a serious expression. “What’re you doing?” You asked.
He rubbed at his temple, lips thinning. “Okay, I know this is gonna be awkward, but I’m just gonna say it. We dated for a long time, Y/N. I know how you are after you drink. You’re horny right now, and no way you’re going down there with those drunk motherfuckers.”
You scoffed, pulling your arm away. “I’m not gonna fuck anyone. Do you think I’m stupid? I was just gonna walk around for a bit.”
“You just took a shower. Do you really wanna walk around down there? It’s a fucking mess. Tae’s parents are totally gonna kill him.” He paused. “And if you go down there I’ll have to come with you just for… Peace of mind I guess.”
“Yeah, they’re gonna murder him for sure.” You agreed. “But I also can’t just stay up here. I can’t sleep. It’s… uncomfortable.”
He pursed his lips. “Am I doing something to make you uncomfortable?”
You shook your head. “No, but your presence is… It’s just distracting, okay?”
“Distracting?” He repeated the word back to you.
You rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean by that and I’m not going to elaborate just to boost your ego.”
“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” He asked, motioning beside the bed.
As much as it might help, you weren’t going to make him sleep on a hardwood floor just because you were having an issue. “No, I don’t want that.”
Jungkook scratched at his chest, jaw hardening as he looked around the room for a minute. He took a deep breath before replying with something that had your skin scorching hot. “Do you… Do you want me to do something for you?”
Your fists clenched, teeth gnawing at the inside of your cheek with his insinuation. “No, I don’t need you to fuck me.”
Jungkook sat up. “I didn’t say that we should have sex. I meant… I could just do something else to… help you.” He slid a hand down his face, clearly not good at wording these things in a delicate way.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, I wonder what gentlemanly services you could possibly be alluding to?” You said with a bit of venom behind your words.
Jungkook smacked his lips. “Okay, enough of this. I’m just gonna say it and then it’s up to you. Do you want me to make you come or not?”
Your pulse exploded as he said the words plainly. You could feel it pounding deep in your core, seeming to say, yes, yes, yes, but you tried to tamper it down as best you could. This wasn’t something simple that you could just agree to. The only thing that was keeping you from denying it outright was the fact that he said that it wasn’t going to be through the two of you actually having sex. At least then he wasn’t getting anything out of it. But even so, you were hesitant.
“I don’t wanna make it weird.” Jungkook filled the silence. “I was just offering. We don’t have to. I know we had that talk at Yoongi’s party about how these types of things shouldn’t happen, but I figured since I’m just making you come it’d be a little different.”
You bit at the nail on your thumb as you thought it over. Again, he wasn’t getting anything out of this, so what could really be the harm? You turned to face him completely, hands fidgeting in your lap.
“What would you be… doing exactly?” You asked, holding your breath as you asked the question.
You watched Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly in the light, seeming surprised that you were entertaining this. “Whatever you want me to. I’ll do it.”
You grimaced not liking the way that sounded. “Ugh, you make it seem like I’m forcing you.”
He started waving his hands in the air immediately. “No, you are not forcing me at all. I want to.”
You gave him a quizzical look. “Why? You won’t get to come, so what’s the point?”
“Just want to.” He shrugged.
You narrowed your eyes. “Because you think I’m weak and will just end up wanting to have sex with you anyways once we start?”
“Jesus, no.” He sighed, head falling into his hands. “That’s not what this is. I promise I will not try to have sex with you—even if you ask.”
You scoffed. “Oh, so you’re so amazing that you think I won’t be able to help myself from asking you to fuck me, huh?”
He closed his eyes slowly, shaking his head. “Nevermind. Forget I asked. I’m sorry.”
He went to lay back down, but you reached out and grabbed both of his shoulders to keep him up before you knew what you were doing. Your faces were just a couple of inches apart now, both of you frozen momentarily. His eyes were wide as your nails dug into his skin. You paused, giving yourself one last chance to think about this. Again, this wasn’t a good idea. You knew that. But something was just scratching at you wanting you to do it.
“No sex?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip.
He shook his head, eyes never leaving yours. “No sex. Just whatever you want.”
You nodded. “Okay, you can… you can touch me. Just don’t drag it out. You’ll be quick?”
He nodded, sucking a deep breath in through his nose. His hand came to rest against your ribs on the outside of your shirt. You tensed beneath his palm and you knew he felt it by the way he pulled it away immediately.
Jungkook leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours. “This isn’t me trying to drag it out, I promise, but can I… Kiss you?” He asked. “Might make this a little less weird for you.”
You agreed that it would make things a lot less strange. This dance of trying to get things going would be a lot faster if your mouths were occupied. “Yeah, you can.”
He seemed to sigh in relief. His eyes flickered down to your mouth, hand cupping the side of your face before he was slanting his lips against yours. It was slow at first, both of you testing how the other wanted this to go. After all, this was your first real kiss with him in over two years. Not one that was for the benefit of others. Your fingers settled on the sides of his neck as he gently brushed his tongue along yours. You both let out soft moans at the same time, pausing to pull back and look at each other for a moment. You knew the light that was coming in through the window was probably highlighting a wild look in your eyes, but Jungkook’s were the same; erratic as he searched your face.
Then you were grabbing his hair and he was grabbing your sides, both of you crushing together once more, but this time with a rippling intensity.
“Fuck,” He whispered against your mouth before his tongue stroked your bottom lip slowly.
“You said you weren’t gonna drag this out,” You said, but still closed the gap once again with a frenzied kiss. “Touch me or we’re stopping.”
“Sorry, I just got…” He stared at you, shaking his head like couldn’t believe this was happening, but he quickly dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin there. “I just got caught up for a second.”
You felt his fingers gently tugging at the material of your shorts and underwear. You reached down to help him pull them down to your knees before lifting up and discarding them onto the floor, leaving you in a long t-shirt.
You were straddling him suddenly, his hands immediately squeezing at your inner thighs. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly slid his fingers higher until he just barely brushed at your center. The sensation had you freezing up, nails digging into his shoulders. You didn’t know why you were reacting this way. This was just a simple graze of his hand, but it had you feeling electrified.
“This is how you want me to make you come?” Jungkook asked, his thumb sliding along the wetness between your legs, the sensation making your hips jump against his hand.
“Mhm,” You mumbled, screwing your eyes shut and laying your head down on his shoulder.
He pressed the pad of his finger against your clit, and you felt your face turn into his neck, whimpering as he slowly circled it. He kept repeating the motion as he slid a finger inside of you. He pumped slow and tortuous at first. You really couldn’t believe you were doing this, but it just felt so good. You couldn’t deny that.
You lifted your head to whisper against his mouth. “More,” You said, kissing him. “Please.”
Jungkook groaned, biting at his lip as he pushed another finger inside of you, his movements going faster now. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at his again.
The second your eyes connected with his, the building tension in your stomach started to climb faster. His fingers started to curl inside of you, his thumb still sliding along your clit. You leaned away from him slightly, using one of your hands to cover your eyes as your breathing turned into pants. You just couldn't bring yourself to look at him when this was happening. It was too much. It felt fucking great, but seeing his face had your heartbeat stuttering with some weird mix of emotions. But his movements started to slow, and you felt the guard you’d put up being pulled down as Jungkook grabbed your hand and forced meet his eyes again.
“Are you okay?” He asked, pushing a piece of hair off of your face. “Do you wanna stop? We can stop if you need to.”
You were shaking your head immediately. It was just vulnerable letting him see you like this after so long. “No, don’t.” Your hips started to grind against his fingers, a shaky whine falling past your lips. “I-I’m fine. I promise.”
Jungkook let out a soft sigh as your mind started to slip as the tension in your belly began to tighten. You dropped your forehead against his, mouth hanging open as you felt yourself dancing at the edge. As you got closer all of the conflicting feelings starting to fade away.
You were basically riding his fingers now, your nails digging into his neck. It had only been a couple of minutes and you were already close. It wasn’t like you were touch-starved, and with anyone else you would never be able to come this quick just by getting fingered. You would have to think about those implications later because—
“Fuck, fuck—” You were almost there.
“About to come?” Jungkook asked. There was a tiny smile ghosting along the corners of his mouth. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care if you were mad about him seeming so self-satisfied, because your brain was no longer thinking clearly.
“Y-yes.” You nodded, grabbing his face and kissing him. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, baby. I—”
You gasped, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t believe you’d just called him that. It was just the normal nickname you’d said to one another while dating, but that was definitely not something that you ever thought you’d say to him again. His eyes mirrored your shock as you tried to climb off of him immediately, completely embarrassed, but he was holding you in place and still working at the wetness that was now dripping down your thighs.
He cupped the side of your head, his eyes begging you to stay. “No, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” He repeated again and again.
You knew you should stop, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You nodded, silently telling him you wanted him to finish. His eyes grew sultry as he grabbed the back of your hair, gently tilting your head back. You felt his tongue start at the base of your throat. Your ability to breathe was completely taken away as he slowly licked his way up the center of your neck.
You snapped in an instant, releasing a strangled cry as his tongue curled beneath your chin. Your head fell against his shoulder as you pulsed around his fingers. You let yourself enjoy these couple of seconds, because you knew in a moment the reality of what you’d just done was going to come rushing in.
You breathed heavy against his skin, and you could feel his chest rushing and falling fast beneath your own. His hand that’d grabbed your hair before was now gently petting you. It felt nice, you had to admit, but you knew that it couldn’t stay like this. You started to peel yourself away from him.
“Uhm, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I called you that—” You started to say, avoiding eye contact. You could only chalk it up to your brain being familiar with saying it when you had been with Jungkook like this before, so it had simply slipped out. But you didn’t get to finish your apology as Jungkook grabbed either side of your head, making you look at him.
His brows were scrunched together, lips parted as his thumb ran along your jaw. “Can I make you come again? Please?” He asked, nearly breathless.
Your eyes shot open. “What? I told you no sex, asshole.”
He shook his head quickly. “I didn’t mean sex.” He paused, biting at the inside of his lip as he glanced between your bodies. “Wanna eat you out.”
Even though you had just came, you felt yourself throb at his request. But you couldn’t understand why he would want to do that. Maybe some odd sense of self-satisfaction for him, but Jungkook slept with plenty of girls. There was no reason for him to need your approval specifically.
“Why?” You asked, glancing down at his cock straining against his boxers. “You’re hard and not getting anything out of it.”
He tried pushing it to the side, but it really did nothing to hide how much it was fighting against the material. He pressed his finger against your lips, letting it linger there. “I don’t care about that. Just wanna make you come again. Wanna taste you.”
The slight throb from before was now an intense ache, your body seeming to beg you to say yes to him. You knew you shouldn’t. This had already been something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place, but in the end it had. So what was the harm in just doing it a little longer? You had already fucked up.
“Okay.” You swallowed, your throat dry as Jungkook’s expression split into absolute relief.
He slowly lifted himself onto his knees before gently pushing you down to lay against the pillows at the top of the bed. He leaned down tentatively, kissing at the side of your neck, like he felt the need to be careful or you would bolt like some scared animal. That feeling annoyed you slightly, like you were a helpless participant in this scenario.
You immediately gripped his hair, yanking him back to face you. “I’ve heard from other people that you’re quite good at this now, so why don’t you show me instead of trying to act so sweet, hm?”
Jungkook’s features seem to stutter momentarily, some sort of strange emotion ebbing across them. “Interesting,” He said simply.
“What’s interesting?” You asked, confused.
“Guess I only like it when you’re mean to me.” He smirked.
You couldn’t even reply to his comment about the joke you’d made earlier that night before his forehead started to drag down the top of your shirt. He lowered himself down the bed before settling between your legs. They felt wobbly as he lifted them over his shoulders, the aftershocks of your last orgasm still lingering.
Jungkook gave you one final glance before dipping his head down, your back arching off the bed as he licked along your heat with the lightest graze imaginable. It had you locking one of your hands in his hair in an instant, pressing him closer. You felt a deep groan from the back of his throat vibrate against you.
“Ah, fuck. Right there,” You whispered, closing your eyes as he sucked your swollen clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue caressing it with just the right amount of pressure.
It wasn’t that Jungkook had ever been bad at going down on you, but this was definitely different. It seemed he knew everything you needed him to do without having to say it. He knew when not to change up his pace, and knew exactly how you needed him to touch you. And maybe you should be pissed off knowing that the only reason he was so good at this now was because he’d had endless practice, but you decided you couldn’t bring yourself to care until after this was done.
His fingers dug against your thighs, his teeth lightly nipped around your clit, the sensation had you sitting up slightly, one hand still in his tangled in the dark strands of his hair. Your mouth was hanging open and you finally opened your eyes, and when you did you felt yourself almost come right then.
Jungkook was grinding his cock against the bed beneath him, thrusting as he ate you out. You should stop him. Tell him that him getting anything out of this wasn’t part of the deal, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Hiis hips were jerking at the bed so desperately. It was so… hot? Fuck, what was wrong with you?
You pushed the thought away, just choosing to watch as he fucked himself against the bed while he licked and sucked against you. You heard him groan, his waist starting to jerk as his bare back flexed. You couldn’t hold it any longer. You ground your teeth together to stop the high-pitched scream that wanted to echo as you came hard against his tongue. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whined as he continued to lap at you.
Then he was grunting, his nails biting into your skin as his hips suddenly stilled against the bed. He laid there for a couple of seconds before lifting himself up. “Oh my fucking god,” He whispered inbetween heavy breaths as he looked down at his soaked boxers in shock.
You had to pull your legs up with your hands, they were practically dead weight with how tingly your entire body felt right now. “Well, that’s not fair. You weren’t supposed to get to come too.”
Jungkook threw his hand out, shaking his head. “That’s never happened to me before. I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what happened.”
You rolled your eyes, turning over to your side of the bed. “It’s whatever. I guess you deserved it a little bit.”
Jungkook was grabbing at the back of his neck, clearly shaken up over the fact that he had just came in his pants like some inexperienced teenager. You thought it was kind of funny how humiliated he was acting. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping himself off before digging through his bag to find another pair of boxers.
He started to go to the bathroom to change, but stopped and made his way to stand by the side of the bed instead. “I know you’re gonna fall asleep in like two seconds so I just wanna ask this before I go in there. Uhm, are we okay?” He asked.
You tongued along the inside of your cheek. What just happened was definitely not something that should’ve transpired. It was dumb and stupid and reckless. But for some reason you also didn’t think that it really changed anything. It wasn’t even sex, and while yes it was just every bit as intimate in some regards, it still didn’t cross the line of no return that you had set for yourself. It was just two… friends? Helping each other out? It was complicated for sure, but it wasn’t something that was going to make you shun him come tomorrow.
“Yeah, we’re good.” You yawned as sleep started to descend upon you quickly as it always had after an orgasm. You never managed to stay up too long after one, and Jungkook knew that which was his reason for getting this conversation out of the way before going to the bathroom.
“Good. Good. ” He nodded. “Uhm, I’m gonna take another shower, so goodnight if you’re already asleep when I get back.”
“Goodnight, Kook,” You mumbled as your eyes started to feel heavy.
You heard the door to the bathroom close. Your mind began to drift into sleep almost immediately. Flashes of everything that had gone on today tried to replay themselves. They attempted to wiggle their way into your anxious mind, but even though Jungkook was the reason you were having these thoughts in the first place, he was also the reason that you couldn’t stay awake to worry about them.
Tomorrow though, that was going to be a much different story.
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Jungkook
Jungkook stepped out of the shower, drying off his body and slipping on some more underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror. His expression looked wild and wrecked. He kept replaying the horror of what happened. It had been going so well. You had been enjoying yourself, but of course he had to ruin it with his stupid fucking dick. He hadn’t even realized what he was doing at first until he was so close to coming that he just couldn’t stop. Now you probably thought of him as some sex fiend who couldn’t even eat a girl out without also somehow managing to get himself off.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he opened the bathroom door, anxious that you might have changed your mind about everything being okay. But his worries faded pretty quickly as he saw that you were already asleep. He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed and climbed next to you beneath the covers. You had them pulled up to your chin, breathing softly against your pillow. He smiled as he positioned himself right in front of your face, just an inch or so of space between the two of you.
He reached out, barely ghosting his fingertips along your cheek. He wanted so desperately to pull you closer, but he knew he couldn’t. Even after the night the two of you’d just had together, he didn't have that right anymore, and it was completely his fault.
He rolled onto his back and squeezed his eyes shut, flashbacks of the night he broke up with you suddenly playing through his head on repeat. You were crying so much. He remembered trying to keep his tears at bay as that overwhelming look of hurt crossed your face.
“You wanna see other… p-people?” You had asked that night. Your voice broke in a way that made it feel like someone was stabbing him.
“I… I think so,” He’d said back then. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. I still love you, but I don’t know what to do.”
It felt like someone was beating him in the chest as those memories flooded their way inside of his head. He bit his lip so hard it almost bled as he remembered how much of a fucking idiot he was back then. He ruined something perfect all because of a possibility. He wished so badly he could go back and strangle himself. Stop him from making a mistake that would drown him for years to come.
Jungkook never should’ve broken up with you. He thought that maybe his first relationship shouldn’t be the end all be all. He was young, and he didn’t know what he wanted at the time—and look where that had gotten him. He was stuck here in the same bed as the girl that he loved and he wasn’t even allowed to touch her.
He rolled back onto his side, staring at you as you slept soundly. He felt his face tighten and his eyes start to burn. He bit down on his cheek forcing any semblance of tears back down. He didn’t deserve to cry. He had done this to himself.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered in the quietest voice he couldn’t possibly muster. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
When you had called him that tonight, it had left him stunned. He knew you’d said it by accident, but it had torn something open inside of him to hear you call him that after so long. That was why he asked if you would let him keep going. He wanted to hear you say it over and over and over. He would’ve made you come all night long at just the possibility that you might slip up and say it one more time. He wanted it so fucking badly.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, because he knew there was something he had to do. Tonight felt amazing, but also painful. He knew he couldn’t continue on with hiding these feelings from you. Even if it was selfish, he had to tell you. But for now he simply stared at you. He basked in what it was like to be this close to you.
He did that because after tomorrow, with what he was going to tell you, there was a possibility that you would never let him be close to you ever again.
