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âł wait for your love || j.jk
~ Synopsis â simply loving is not enough
~ Genre â strangers to friends(?) to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, slight fwb, unrequited love
Warnings/content â 3D jk, light angst, smut, major fluff, jk is a fuckboy, yearning, a lot of miscommunication, a lot of crying, smoking, slight drinking, he rides a motorcycle, oc is a bad b, big dick!jk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, oral (f&m. receiving), 69, soft sex, missionary, doggy, aftercare (he's not a total asshole), multiple sex scenes, consensual sex tape, multiple orgasms, pining, complicated feelings, poor communication, bad boy!jk, ot7 cameo!
~ words â 25.6k
âą currently play â we canât be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande and opera house by Cigarettes After Sex
âyou got me misunderstood but atleast i look this good, we canât be friends but iâd like to just pretend, you cling to your paper and pens, wait until you like me again, wait for your love
âiâve got a love for you i just canât escape, all of my love for you cuts me like barbed wire"
playlist <3
Love is a strange thing. A very complicated feeling to figure out yet some find it very simple. In this case, love is something that she found simple, it was something she was fond of when she saw her friends experience it. But he couldnât find it in himself to feel it; he refused to. Deep down inside, he knew he couldnât reciprocate the feeling of love. He tried so hard to, but he just couldnât grasp on tight enough. So, he did what he did best, he let everything go.
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 Jungkook canât think straight. Heâs been stored away in his apartment for the past few days. Unable to get up from bed and be productive, wasting away and rotting in his room. His roommate and best friend, Jimin, has been managing the place himself; cleaning, cooking, basically everything a home needs to function. Heâs done everything he possibly could to get his friend out of his room. âJungkook-ah, you need to get up. Itâs three o'clock in the afternoon and I havenât seen you all day, you need to eatâ he calls from outside his door
 Itâs silent on the other end of the room; only shuffling could be heard from his bed. Jungkook hasnât heard anything back from you since your argument. Itâs been radio silent from your end the phone. He constantly checks his phone to find something from you. He misses your voice. He misses you. He couldnât bring himself to bother you even more. Not after the damage heâs caused to you and your relationship.
Summer
The bell at the top of the door constantly rings through the busy cafe as customers come and go. Itâs been getting busier as the weather outside begins to heat up with the season change. Your hair is kept away from covering your face with a hair tie pulling it away in a low ponytail. The air conditioner is blasting cool air and keeping the hot air where itâs supposed to be, outside.
âOrder for Jihoon!â you yell over the bustling cafe. Youâve been told that summer is one of the busiest times of the year for the cafe, second to winter time. The bell rings once again with new incoming customers, you look up from the cash register to find a young man around your age entering with his friends. His big and bold eyes find contact with yours across the room. A smile is displayed on his face, deep dimples grow as he laughs at whatever his friend says. He parts from his friends as he walks up to you to place an order. âHello, what can I get for you today?,â he stares up at the menu behind you, glazing through his options. âUh, letâs seeâ he pauses.
âCan I please get three iced americanos and,â he turns to look back at his friends again. âWhich one did you want?â he asked the boy with the blonde hair âThe chocolate muffinâ The boy in front of you turned back to you. âAnd the chocolate muffin,â he repeated
You ring up his order and hand him his receipt. âYour total will be fifteen dollars and twelve centsâ he fishes out for his wallet in his pocket and hands you the money. He watches you as you continue with the register. âAnd can I get a name for the order?âÂ
âYes, Jungkookâ he smiles at you
For some odd reason, his heart rate picks up as heâs talking to you. A strand of hair falls in front of your face and he canât help but notice how pretty you are. Jungkookâs never seen you in town before. Snapping out of his trance you place your hand out to give him his remaining change. âAlright, your order will be out in just a few minutes, Jungkookâ Reaching his hand out, he takes the money and nods his head to you. âThank you,â he looks down at your name tag and gives you a bright smile. â___âÂ
The kind look he gives makes your cheeks turn into a rosy red. Tucking the piece of hair thatâs fallen out of place behind your ear, you smile back at him. Jungkook walks back sitting at a small table his friends decided to sit at and takes a seat in front of his blonde friend. âShe was cute,â Jimin finally says, having watched the interaction between you and his best friend.
âYeah, Iâve never seen her around here before. She must be new to town," his other friend, Taehyung says. âMe neither, but she is pretty though,â He says as he plays with the small piece of paper you handed to him. That same smile reappears on Jungkookâs lips. âYou should go ask her for her number, itâs been what? Years? Since you last got someâ Jimin teases.Â
âIt hasnât been years, dumbass. I just donât want to jump into anything. I think itâs a waste of timeâ, Itâs true. Jungkook hasnât had a serious relationship since he was a junior in high school going into his senior year. Heâs a senior in college now. Now heâs perfectly fine finding himself some fun, and by fun, he means sleeping with a handful of many different women; he doesnât need a specific person to do that with. âOrder for Jungkook!â your voice resounds in the now-settled cafe. Perking up at the sound of his name, the chair screeches across the floor as Jungkook stands up to retrieve his food.Â
âThank you,â he says again. âYouâre welcome,â you give him a sweet smile. This time, Jungkookâs the one to blush. You watch as he gives you a small smile back, picking up his food, and turning back around to his group of friends.
âWe miss you over here, itâs like nothing is fun anymoreâ You didnât have much choice but to leave your friends back at your old school. The school here offered you much better opportunities than they did back in Gwangju. Taking a leap of faith, you packed your stuff and moved everything to Incheon. You knew little to no people here. Having never been here you had zero time to make any friends. Everything happened so suddenly you have had your main focus on trying to survive off of a fresh start. The move happened in the middle of summer break.Â
Hoseok agreed to drive down to help you move all your stuff into your new apartment. The dorms were more expensive than you had thought, so getting a summer job and looking for cheaper housing was your best bet at living to see a new day in this new city. âI miss you guys too. You guys should come down here. Leave Gwangju for a bit, I feel like I havenât seen you guys in agesâ The rest of your friends decided to stay back and plan out their new classes for the new upcoming year.Â
Sure, you were disappointed, but you didnât want to hold them back from planning their future. They had been supportive of your decision to move three hours away from them. You had told them that they could visit you whenever they wanted to.
âYeah, I know. I promise Iâll get everyone down there whenever we can, donât have too much fun over there without me though!â he teases you over the phone. Laughing at him, you pull your keys out from your pocket to unlock your door. Stepping inside your phone is placed between your cheek and your shoulder as you balance holding your new house plant and a small box you had forgotten in your car.Â
You close your door shut with your foot and place the box on your small dining table. Your apartment was small but big enough to fit two people. The living room wasnât as big but your bedroom was a decent size. You donât regret picking this place out, it was like living in a cot where no one could bother you. âHow could I when you're the life of the partyâ you laugh. Hoseok shakes his head as if you could see him. âHey, I gotta go now. Be safe over there and if you need any help Iâm one phone call away. I love youâÂ
âLove you too, Hobiâ Pulling your phone away you hear three beeps indicating the ending call. Walking over to the little window sill in your living room you place the overgrown plant there, making sure itâs angled enough to get the sunlight that it needs. Slumping down on the couch you pick up the remote laid on the armrest and turn on the TV. Playing whateverâs on as background noise. Sitting there and relishing your day, thereâs one specific highlight of today that catches your attention. That boy who came by the cafe today, Jungkook.Â
His bright boba eyes and his dimpled features play back into your head. His face is stuck in the forefront of your mind for the rest of the night. You hope that one day you will see him again
âNo, I swear she looked just like Jessica Rabbit,â Jimin continued about the girl he saw on campus a few days ago. Taehyung was immersed in his friendâs story. But however Jungkook canât find himself to indulge in his friendâs new âeye candyâ as Jimin liked to say. He found himself staring into space, thinking about you the whole way home. Jungkook has never found enough time to fond over some random woman heâs spent his time with.Â
But he can not find a way to get you away from his thoughts. Something about you keeps pulling him in and he canât seem to escape it. âHey, Jungkookie. You good?â Jimin shakes his arm a bit. He doesnât even realize that they are at their apartment already. He hadnât realized how long he spent thinking about you. âYeah, yeah Iâm goodâ he shakes his head and pulls his keys from his pocket.Â
Flipping the light switch to brighten up the room, the beeping of the door closing surrounds the room. âIâm gonna go wash upâ Jimin watches as his friend walks over to his room. Weird. He thinks. âAre you sure youâre okay?â Jungkook turns to look over to Jimin. âYeah, Iâm good, '' he says as if it weren't obvious. Jimin walks closer to him, examining his face. âI donât know it just seems like somethingâs bothering youâ The worried expression growing on his face convinces Jungkook to fess up.Â
âThat girl, at the cafe, I canât get her off my mind. We hadnât even exchanged that many words and I canât stop thinking about her,â He walks over to his couch and slumps down in defeat. A grin grows on Jimin's plump lips, taking a seat next to his young friend. âI knew it,â a smug look on his face. âBro, I told you to ask for her number. She seemed into you tooâ he says with a nudge to his shoulder, enthusiasm growing in his tone. Jungkook rubs a hand over his tired face and stands up again.Â
âI donât know if she makes me feel something. I donât know what it is but I donât like itâ You make butterflies erupt in his tummy, his heart beats faster, and you turn his cheeks rosy. Just looking at you he feels like heâs known you for a long time. And heâs just met you today. âI should just sleep on it, Iâll see how I feel in the morning. Who knows? Maybe Iâll completely forget about her when I wake up tomorrowâÂ
That was in fact, a lie. You were the first thing that popped up in Jungkookâs mind. Today he had a full agenda, it was registration week for classes. He wanted so badly to get rid of this feeling in the pit of his stomach. Walking into the shared bathroom, Jungkook walks in to get ready for the day. Through the mirror he sees Jimin emerging from his room, barely getting up from his bed. His shoulders slouched, his hair messy from sleep, and his eyes closed to still being closed from his slumber.Â
âWe need to be there by eight oâclock,â Jungkook tells him, mouth full of toothpaste. He gets a low hum in response from the kitchen. After finishing up in the bathroom, Jungkook walks out to prepare everything he needs. This is their last year in college, they needed to make the most of it. The screen of his phone lights up as he taps it to read the time. They had less than an hour to get out the door. Jungkook is ready with his things sitting next to him on the couch, he only has to wait for Jimin to finish. Nothing better to do than scroll through Instagram like random girlsâ posts and keep up with the media.Â
He somehow finds himself in his search bar. Moving his fingers over the keyboard, your name is what pops up. After searching for what had to be about a minute, he finds a picture of you smiling. You are with a group of friends surrounded by a table and playing what seems like a board game. Jungkook doesnât notice the smile growing on his face until he hears Jimin walk out to the living space.Â
âWhat are you smiling at?â He immediately shuts his phone off and looks up at his friend. âNothing,â he says nonchalantly. âLetâs go I donât wanna be lateâ Shrugging his shoulders Jimin walks over to his bag, sits on the chair at the dining table and walks to the door. Â
When they got to the campus, which was only a fifteen-minute walk from their apartment, it was filled with college students. Some ran over to their friends that hadnât seen in a while and some hung around, to themselves. Jungkook had slight hopes of seeing you here, registering as everybody else. Roaming the area he watches as different clubs set up booths, some standing by trying to get the freshman to sign up for their club.Â
Jungkook has lost sight of Jimin, finding himself with his other friends. Now heâs by himself watching other students in his class lurk around, making fun of the lower class for being lost. Itâs not until he finds himself on his phone again, looking through your profile again. It seemed like you liked to travel, youâve been to Japan, Italy, and many other foreign countries.Â
You seemed like a bubbly person, based on how you present yourself on social media.
His eyes found the clock again, and he had to get ready for his class.Â
âMom, Iâm alright. Iâm finding my way around campus. Itâs big but Iâll get the hang of it. Stop worrying so muchâ Your mom has been calling you almost every day to check in on how you are settling in your new home. Of course, she was supportive but she was going to miss you. Youâve never been this far from your mother let alone living without her. You had your own apartment but it was still close to her. The bond you had with your mother was special to you.Â
âOkay, honey. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay, I miss youâ Itâs only a few minutes before your lecture starts and the class is almost filled with students. You hadnât realized how many people majored in psychology âI gotta go, Mom. Iâll talk to you later,â placing your tote bag down next to you. You see the professor walk in with a book in his hand. âAlright, I love you and stay safeâÂ
âI will, I love you tooâÂ
As you settle down in your seat you hear the door open again. This time, you see a familiar face. The boy you couldnât stop thinking about walks down your row, sitting a few seats away from you. You donât realize the butterflies flying in your tummy when you watch. âOkay, everyoneâ Your professor's voice booms through the room. âMy name is Namseok but you can call me professor ChoiâÂ
As the lesson is nearing its end you raise your hand to ask a question. âYes, missis?â he pauses, waiting for your response
â___â Jungkookâs ears perk up at your voice. His head turned to the sound of your voice. âYes, what are your questions?â Pulling your hand down to rest on your lap you speak up. âAre you available after class? Iâd like to ask a few questionsâ Professor Choi shakes his head and walks back behind his desk. âYes, please, come and see me after class and we will discuss whatever you needâ Jungkook still hasnât taken his eyes off of you since you spoke. Too immersed in how beautiful you looked today, out of your work uniform and in normal clothes.Â
âWell it seems like class is over for today. Good job everyone and I will see you on Thursdayâ Everyone collectively stands up and makes their way to the exit door. You on the other hand stay behind to ask a few questions. Instead of taking the normal way out like the other students. Jungkook walks the opposite way, past you. Watching as a muscular figure walks past you, you look up to see his face. Heâs already looking down to you and you can feel your warm cheeks express a slight red color.Â
Itâs until he turns back around to look at you that you fold. He was extremely handsome, how could you not?
Your shift at the cafe was about to begin. Itâs the middle of lunch time and the cafe has become busy. Sometimes you regret not signing up for afternoon classes. Night shifts are the busiest with the many college students coming in to study. Once again the ringing bell flows through your ears as customers walk through the door. You have yet to make any true friends around here. The only âfriendâ you have is your co-worker, Yejoon. She helped you out on your first day but she spends most of her time in the back making the food for hungry students.Â
Too busy watching the TV placed in the corner of the room you donât see the same muscle figure you saw in your lecture class. âHey,â he says. Tattooed arm out on display, chains adorning his neck. His body doesnât match his face at all, with cute boba eyes twinkling like there are stars in them, and a button nose with small moles placed haphazardly.
âYouâre in my psych class right?â he says, holding his weight up with his hands on the counter. You look up at him with squinted eyes. âYeah, I am. I saw you today at the end of class. Why didnât you go out with the other students?â This question catches him off guard. He needed to come up with an excuse, quick. âUh, thereâs another door that leads to a different building, I have a class thereâ Smooth. Nodding your head, you look behind him and watch as the line begins to grow. âJungkook? Was it?â he nods his head at you, ensuring you are right.Â
âWell, Jungkook. If you donât mind if you're gonna stay here and chit chat I suggest moving out of my line. I have a crowd of hungry college students and I donât intend on putting up with their attitudeâ You say with a scrunch of your nose. Jungkook puts his hands up as if heâs surrendering and throws you a smile. âI didnât mean to take long, I just came up here to ask you somethingâ You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. âAnd what is that?âÂ
âCan I have your number?â Bold. You think. âIf you step out of my line maybe Iâll consider itâ you tell him and he steps to the side so heâs not in the way of customers. âHi, Iâm sorry for holding up the line what I can get for youâ You ask the middle aged man that was after Jungkook. âYou wouldnât have to be sorry if you just told your boyfriend to fuck offâ Shock is read all over your face. You are not in the mood to handle rude customers today. âFirst of all, sir, he is not my boyfriend. Again I apologize for the wait. Itâs on the house,â you tell the man. Jungkook stands there watching the interaction go down.Â
For some reason this makes him even more eager to get your number. You look over to him as you wait for the next customer to tell you their order. âThis might take a while, take a seat anywhere youâd likeâ you point with your head as you tell him to wait. Itâs not until the very end of your shift that you realize that heâs still here, waiting for you.Â
You step away from behind the counter and take your apron off. âI canât believe you waitedâ you say under your breath walking closer to him. He looks up as he sees you from the corner of his eye. The chair scraping across the floor as he stands from his chair. âOf course I waited, I made it my mission to leave this place with some sort of way of communicating with youâ This surprises you. Youâve never met this guy in your life and now after a small meet heâs determined to get to know you.Â
âWell, Iâll give you my Instagram. Number is too personalâ he scoffs at that. Thankfully, he deleted your user from his search beforehand. Handing you his phone you type in your user and follow your account. Your pocket buzzes with a notification from your phone. Pulling your phone out you read the notification.
ggukkie has followed you
You smile as you read his user. You click on the tab and follow him back. His phone vibrates with a new notification and he reads your username
yeojacoure has followed you
Smiling as he looks up from his phone he says âIâll see you soon then?â You pull your hair from your hair tie and he watches as it flows down your shoulders. âI guess so, Jungkookâ He begins to walk away and before he can walk out the door he calls out for you. âGoodnightâ you reply with the same.
Feeling giddy inside Jungkook unlocks his phone and finds your account opening your message.Â
ggukkie: So how can I get your number? 7:43 pm
You look down at your phone as you exit through the back entrance. You read the text Jungkook had sent you only a few minutes ago. Smiling like an idiot you reply back.Â
yeojacoure: By earning it đ [7:49 pm]
ggukkie: And how do i do that? [7:49 pm]
yeojacoure: Figure it out đ [7:50 pm]
ggukkie: Câmon donât tease now [7:52pm]
yeojacoure: Not teasing [7:52 pm]
yeojacoure: Youâre a smart boy, you can do it! [7:53 pm]
He smile he cannot contain spreads on his lipsÂ
ggukkie: Alright, if working for it is what it takes then i guess thatâs what iâll do smh [7:53 pm]
When you think heâs done another text comes in
ggukkie: Are you free Saturday?[ 7:59 pm]
Your heart picks up once again because of him. What could he possibly have in mind?Â
yeojacoure: Yes⊠Why are you asking? [8:00 pm]
ggukkie: Letâs hang out [8:00 pm]
You think about it for a minute. You were just complaining aboutÂ
having no friends in town. Maybe itâs time you make some.Â
yeojacoure: Okay sure, what do you have in mind? [8:03 pm]
ggukkie: Itâs a surprise đ [8:03 pm]
ggukkie: If you get to be all secretive on me then I can be too [8:03 pm]
yeojacoure: okay fine, as long as you donât plan to murder me then okay [8:04 pm]
ggukkie: Why would I want to kill someone as beautiful as you? [8:04 pm]
This gets you to blush, hard. You feel like kicking your feet up and swinging them like a dumb teenage girl. You take a minute to breathe before responding back to him.Â
yeojacoure: shut up [8:06 pm]
yeojacoure: Iâll see you Saturday [8:06 pm]
Jungkook smiles at your final text and finally starts to make his way back to his apartment. He hasnât felt like this since his junior year of high school and it scares him a bit.
Days have gone by since Jungkook practically begged for your number at the cafe. Youâve seen him around campus but never bothered to interact with him. Except for your psychology class, he made the empty space next to you his permanent seat. Itâs now Saturday, he was supposed to take you out today but he never told you a time or a place. Now youâre sitting in your little apartment semi-dressed for an unknown plan.Â
You had given him your address in class, which he got in trouble for talking to your professor. He says itâs not far from where he lived and you remember he gave you a disgusting little smile.
It is getting darker now, the sun beginning to set behind the city and the lights illuminating the lively city. Now you are having doubts that he will even show up. âI donât know, Hobi. He told me heâd pick me up but he never gave me a time and he hasnât texted me or called me at allâ you talk to your best friend over the phone.
âRelax, Iâm sure he will show eventually. If he doesnât show then why was he so desperate to get your number?â you sigh. He does have a point.Â
 Your doubts are crushed when you hear your doorbell ring in your ears. âOh my God, okay, heâs here. Iâll call you when I get backâÂ
âOkay, be safe and if anything happens and I donât hear back from you. Iâm driving my ass down there and calling the policeâ you chuckle at your friend. âI will, I gotta goâ you click the red button to end the call.
You walk over to the door to look through the tiny hole on the door. Making sure you arenât opening the door to some stranger.Â
âTold you Iâd surprise youâ He says when the door opens. His eyes follow you up and down. You werenât wearing anything special. A short off the shoulder long sleeve with a bow tying around the back and jeans. âYeah, I started to doubt youâd even show up. Itâs practically night out already.â you roll your eyes at him as you walk out the door. Not before grabbing your purse off the dining table.Â
âAwh were you waiting for meâ he teases. You nudge him with an arm as you walk side by side down the hall to the elevator. When it does arrive a small family comes out before you enter. Pressing the bottom floor Jungkook makes small conversation. âYou look pretty tonightâ you reply back with a small âThank you,â a blush starting to rise to your cheeks once again. âWhere are you even taking me?âÂ
âWell if I tell you it wouldnât be a surprise, but since youâre so insistent then Iâll tell you,â the door to the elevator opens as it stops on your desired floor. âIâm taking you around the city, I remember you told me once after class that youâve had any idea around so Iâm showing youâ your heart picks up once again at the thought of him remembering little things that you said. It seems to do that a lot when youâre around him.Â
When you reach the parking garage you donât see any car in sight. âWhereâs your car?â He walks up to a motorcycle and taps the back of it. âRight hereâ your eyebrows raise in confusion. He hadnât told you he was picking you up in this. âYouâre kidding me, right? Weâre driving this?â a bit of hesitation can be heard in your voice. A smirk appears on his face as he watches your face full of worries. How cute. He thinks.Â
âOh câmon, I drive safe. You have nothing to be worried aboutâ he places gentle hands on your arms. You lean a bit to the side to look back at the vehicle. Looking back up at him you let out a sigh and reluctantly agree. âAtta girlâ he picks up the helmet that was set on top of the bike. He pushes it into your arms, confusion begins to settle on your face. âWhat about you? What if you get hurt?âÂ
Your brows furrow once again in worry. He has the urge to pinch your cheeks from how adorable you look but he refrains himself and nudges your chin with his finger. âDonât worry about me, hmm? Iâve done this plenty of times,â he moves to stand in front of you and he looks down at your small frame.
âCan you trust me?â he says.
You give him a look that isnât convincing but you nod anyway. âGood, now hop on.â He moves to throw his leg over the bike and he kicks the stand up. You place the helmet on and do the same as him. âNow, hold on tight. Iâm responsible for you tonight. Canât have you getting hurtâ he says, patting the side of your thigh. The loud roaring of the engine resounds through the big garage, making you jump slightly.Â
When you get to the highway he picks up the speed and you hold his waist just a bit tighter, praying you donât crash with his slightly reckless driving. His hand lets go of one of the handles and you feel him place it over yours intertwining your fingers.
As you ride through the city the lights from buildings light up the dark streets. Slight suspicion grows in your mind when Jungkook turns into a small alleyway. Nothing but trash bins aligned on a wall and a door leading into the building next to you. âJungkook, where are we?â he pulls his hand out in front of you to help you off his bike, taking it kindly. You pull off the helmet and place it on one of the handles. âOne of the places I want to show youâÂ
âOne of these places?â he turns his head to you and gives you a small smile. âBig city means lots of places to discoverâ He pulls the handle of the door and youâre hit with loud chatter and warm light. Itâs a small bar filled with laughter and low lights. Itâs not as packed as it is outside in the streets. âYa! Jungkook-ah,â you hear a deep voice call for Jungkook from one of the tables. A man with round glasses and a pretty smile calls him over to his table. âI havenât seen you in a whileâ he brings the younger one into a hug. âYeah, well Iâve been caught up with school and whatnotâÂ
The taller manâs attention is drawn to you now. You feel small under his gaze. âAnd who is this? A girlfriend?â he teases him, pulling him into a headlock. Jungkooks face scrunches with a smile displaying his bunny-like teeth. He pushes the older man off of him and fixes his hair. âThis is a friend,â he corrects him. Jungkook looks down to you and introduces you to his friend. â___ this is Namjoon, an old friend of mineâÂ
âHey! Iâm not that old,â he slaps the younger one on the back of his head, you let out a snicker. âItâs nice to meet you ___, I see that Jungkookie here has finally come out of his shellâ you let out a giggle. âHyung, stop embarrassing me, goshâ he hides his face behind his hand. âIâm just teasing youâ his gaze falling back on you. âSo what brings you to Incheon?â you look down to play with the bracelet on your wrist. âWell, I was originally going to school in Gwangju, but I found out that they had better plans here for me than they did back over there,âÂ
âAhh I see, I hope you find comfort here. It is a big city but youâll get around. If anything you have me and Jungkook here to help you if you need it,â conversation begins to flow smoothly between the two of you. Jungkook had taken a seat next to you, placing his arm on the back of your chair as he listened to you converse with his friend. He canât help but admire the way you look right now. Your smile radiates warmth all around and the way your eyes shine in the light. He feels like he can look at you for hours on end.Â
âIt was nice meeting you, I hope to see you soonâ Namjoonâs eyes gaze over to Jungkook, with a smug smirk on his lips. Rolling his eyes at him he turns his head to the side shying away to hide his rosy cheeks. âIt was nice meeting you too, Namjoon. I had a great time,â with a wave he turns the corner of the building and disappears into the night. Itâs silent between the two of you now, you look up at Jungkook standing next to you. He looks down at you and furrows his brows, âWhat?âÂ
âWhat do you mean, âwhatâ? Are we gonna stand here all night or are we going to have fun? Hmm,â a grin displaying on your face as you walk past him and lift the helmet off the place you left it. Chuckling Jungkook straddles the bike and looks back.
âHop onâ The roaring of the engine rings through your ears once again and through the small alleyway. The city lights have become slightly dimmer now that itâs getting later into the night. Fewer people roam the streets but still many young souls live their young lives with their friends.Â
The drive to your next destination takes a bit longer. Itâs close to leaving the city. The sign you read as you enter the small area is âSongdo Central Parkâ. The small streets go on for miles as booths pile up down the line. Jungkook parks on one of the many sidewalks and helps you with your bike.
âWhat is this place?â you say.Â
âCentral Park, I come here sometimes to clear my mind,â he walks mindlessly with you trailing behind him.
The lights of the monument in the middle of the park are bright lighting up the path. Walking side by side now, you watch as Jungkook takes in the cool, summer air, hands swaying next to each other, and fingers brushing against each other. You point at a booth selling candied fruits and tug on his jacket.Â
âCan we get some?â your big eyes looking at his. How could he resist you? Obliging, he gives you a small shake of his head and follows you to the booth.
âHello! What can I get for you?â the nice old lady asks.
Fruits skewered on a stick in her hand as she dips it in a sugary coating. âCan, please get, uhmmâ you place a hand on your chin looking through the small collection of fruit. âWhich one should we get?â you turn to Jungkook, who has been staring at you the whole time, and he looks over the tray of sweet snacks. âLetâs get one strawberry and a mix of both with grapes,â he tells the lady with a sweet smile.Â
She grabs the fruits and places it in small trays for the both of you. âThat will be five dollars, pleaseâ Jungkook hands her cash he had stored in his pocket. âThank you!â you say as you wave her goodbye. Walking in silence enjoying your snack Jungkook canât help but feel nervous now that heâs next to you. You bring the fruits to his lips and you place your hand underneath to catch the falling crumbs. âYou want some?â he looks at your adorable face as you wait for him to take a bite.Â
Taking the sweet red fruit in his mouth a piece of sugar falls from it, landing in your hand. You bring it to your mouth and take the hard sweet. Jungkookâs heart pace speeds up for an unknown reason and you continue on as if nothing happened, finishing off whatâs left of your treat. Clearing his throat he asks, âHow do you like the city so far?â looking ahead of him. A couple playing with their little dog as it runs around in the grass.Â
Your eyes follow his and you can feel a smile grow on your lips. âI like it, but I feel like thereâs only so much that I can explore in one dayâ
You walk over to throw both of your trash away and you find a bench in front of the small lake in the middle of the park. Walking over to it and taking a seat Jungkook follows suit. âI can show you so many other places if youâd let meâ a grin growing on his lips.Â
You look to the side of you and give him a small smile âI donât know, Jeon. Iâd have to think about that oneâ you laugh. âOh câmon, I know my way around the city. I can show you so much moreâ the night continues on with laughter and playful banters. You donât notice the time passing until your phone rings with a notification. âOh, shit. Itâs getting late we should get goingâ Jungkook stands from his seat and stretches his hand out for you to grab. Taking it, he pulls you from your seat and he doesnât let go until you find yourselves back at his bike.Â
About an hour later, your apartment building comes into sight as you turn the corner of your street. Jungkook comes to a slow stop near the entrance of your parking garage and parks his bike. Taking off the helmet for the last time tonight you run your fingers through your hair making sure your hair was kept well. Hopping off, Jungkook places the helmet down on the seat of the bike. âCan I walk you?âÂ
âYes, you can '' the look in your eye is something he canât quite make out but it makes his tummy do backflips. You walk in front of him to the lobby of your apartment and press on the button with the arrow pointing up to the upper floors.
It dings immediately given the late hour of the night, assuming everyone is fast asleep by now. The ride up to your apartment was silent. The only sound in the small elevator was going up the few floors you lived above.
The door rings and its doors open wide for you to exit. You walked down the short hall and stopped at your door, turning around to face Jungkook. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he looks at anything but you. Feeling the nervous crawling back into his chest. You are the first one to speak, âI had fun today, Jungkook '' your smile eases him a bit. âIâm glad you did, my offer still stands, you knowâÂ
You think about the time you spent at the park, you are still taking it into deep consideration leaning towards saying yes to him again. You only respond back with, âIâll think about itâ he laughs, his head hanging low at your unclear answer. Sighing he looks past your head at the wall behind you. He builds up the courage to ask you again. âSo, how about that number?â you burst out laughing. Covering your mouth trying to keep quiet in courtesy of your neighbors. âWhat makes you think, youâve earned my number?âÂ
A hint of laughter still hidden your voice. âWell, I did take you out and gave you a good time. I think I deserve itâ You think about it for a minute. âIâve decided to make this easier for you, Iâll make it like an easter egg huntâ you jump up with enthusiasm. He looks at you with confusion, wrinkles forming between his eyebrows. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâll give you clues! You can earn each digit one by oneâ you say proudly. He chuckles at your antics, accepting you challenge him and he nods his head. âOkay, when do I get my first clue?â you look around trying to think of something clever. âAhh! Itâs in my address,â he looks up to the numbers on your door deciphering which one of the four numbers could be in yours. âThatâs your only hintâÂ
âYou really are a tease, you know thatâ , shaking his head. You only smile up at him, nose scrunched. âYou should get going, itâs late.âÂ
âYeah,â itâs silent for a moment before Jungkook speaks up one last time tonight. âI liked tonight with you ___,â you look down, shy. âI did too, Jungkook. You arenât as bad as I thought you wouldâ you tease him. Rolling his eyes at your gesture, he nudges the bottom of your chin with his finger and lifts his head looking down at you âI thought youâd be a handful, but I guess you're tolerableâ you slightly push on his shoulder. He grabs your wrist and you both stop for a moment.Â
You donât realize how close you have become. Faces close together. Slowly leaning in, Jungkook's eyes gravitate to your soft, pink lips. Before your lips could touch your head moved to the side, whispering in his ear, âGoodnight, Jungkookâ your hand leaves the nape of his neck and you turn your door. Before it could close, you locked eyes with Jungkook, one last time.Â
Once he canât see you anymore, Jungkook lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding. He turns to make his way back to his bike holding on to his chest where his heart lies. The feeling erupting in his chest feels foreign to him. Something he hasnât felt in years. It scares him. Itâs something he refuses to let himself feel. Maybe he just needs to sleep. Maybe heâs just tired from the long day heâs had.Â
Hopping on his bike. He makes his way back home, thinking about the digits of your address, dissecting them. Determination stays on his mind for the rest of the night.
A small crowd of students file into the quiet library. Books surround you with knowledge of classes that you are taking. A pencil clad in your hand as you think of more notes to write down on your notebook in front of you. Jungkook has been texting you since the day he took you out. Asking you random questions throughout the day, but to your surprise he hasnât said a single thing about your number.Â
You jump a bit in your seat when the chair in front of you screeches against the floor. When you look up you see Jungkookâs handsome face, a chuckle coming from his lips at your reaction. âHiâ he says in a whisper. Shaking your head at him you go back to writing your notes. âHow did you know I was here?â He watches as you write down words on your piece of paper. His tattooed hand reaches out and starts playing with the edge of the paper and you look up at him. âI was on my way to get some lunch and saw you through the window, you donât work today?â his head tilts to the side like a puppy dog. You shake your head, âNo, I have a day off today and I wanted to spend it studying. But I canât do that with you bothering meâ he rolls his eyes and lets go of the paper.Â
Itâs silent for only a minute before he starts speaking again. âWhen will you be done?â He's like a nagging child, always in need for attention. You let out a sigh of frustration and put your pencil down beside the notebook. âYou donât have any other friends you can annoy?â a small pout forms on his lips. Sulking, because of your attitude.Â
âI wanna hang out with youâ you try one more time to focus on studying. Opening one of the books lying beside you. A loud groan comes from the big baby in front of you and you quietly slam the book shut. âFine! What do you want to do,â placing your remaining things into your bag and you stand from your chair to pull it over your shoulder. Jungkook beats you to it, though. Placing the white tote bag over his shoulder and carrying it out with him. Puffing a breath of air out you follow him to the door.
The weather is nice today, it wasnât too hot like those other summer days. It seems to be cooling down. âWhere are we eating?â you ask behind him. He turns his head to look back at you and slows his pace down to match yours. âThis place that serves the most delicious pork belly,â his posture straight, determined to get to the restaurant as fast as possible. Before he came into the library he had already been planning to ask you out to lunch with him.Â
He was originally planning on walking to the cafe, so he had been waiting a while. When you walk into the restaurant you are hit with the warm air with the scent of meat. To your surprise it wasnât as busy as youâd expect it to be considering it being lunch hour. Jungkook picks out a table in the middle of the restaurant. Taking a seat in front of him, he grabs a menu that had already been placed there and picks out his favorite dishes.Â
âHello, what can I get started for you guys today?â The server walks up to the table with a notepad and pencil in his hand. His attention is drawn to you first. You look up at him and give him a sweet smile. His hair was wavy and dimples showed whenever he smiled. You look down to your hands resting on the table and you look at Jungkook. His stare already on you, clearing his throat he begins to order.Â
Once it is written down on the notepad the waiter grabs the menus from the table. âIâll be out shortly with your foodâ You nod your head politely and bring your attention back to the man in front of you. âYou still havenât given me another hintâ He brings up again. Sighing with a smile on your lips you slightly shake your head at him. âYou are never going to give up, are you?âÂ
âNope, Iâm determinedâÂ
âWhy? Is my Instagram not enough?â You say with a shake of your shoulder.Â
âNo, itâs not. Are you gonna give me another hint or what?" Sass can be heard in his tone. Instead of having the poor boy go on for ages figuring out your number you give him the first six digits. âFine, Iâm starting to feel bad for you now. Iâll give more than one numberâ At this his eyes light up like the galaxy. Excitement growing in his chest and a smile that brings out his dimples appear on his face.Â
Laughing at his excitement you write down on a piece of napkin you pull from the box next to you. â823257â written in bold ink. You fold it up and slide it over to Jungkookâs side of the table. âThere now you need to find the last fourâ Now feeling a bit more relieved he stuffs the napkin deep into the pockets of his sweats. The food is brought out and the same waiter places it on the table in front of you.Â
âThank you,â you tell him with that same smile you gave him earlier. Blush begins to grow on his pale cheeks and he bows, walking away to serve other tables. Scoffing Jungkook looks away from the boy and takes the scissors from the tray, cutting up the meat. âWhat was that look for?â you say to him picking up a pair of utensils. âNothingâ you laugh lightly at his pouty lips.Â
The sizzling of the meat on the grill resounds and smoke lifts into the air from the hot pan. âDo you think itâs cheating if another man helps separate your perilla leaf for you with chopsticks if youâre already with someone?â The ridiculous question gets you to chuckle. âI donât think so, why does it matter if you're just going to end up eating it anyway?â you say, taking a piece of meat he grilled and placed on your plate for you into your mouth.Â
His eyebrows furrowed as he chews on the pork belly and his legs jump a little under the table. âIt does matter! I feel like it's cheating plain and simple. If I were dating someone it should only be me helping you. Not some other guy that you happen to be friends withâÂ
âWhatever you wanna believe, Jeon. But personally, I really donât care. As long as I have food in my mouth then Iâm happyâ you say as you stuff your mouth with rice.Â
The check comes around when you finish eating. You go to grab the piece of paper but, once again, Jungkook beats you to it. âYah, Iâm the one who brought you out to eat. I should be the one paying for itâ he held the paper away from you. Slumping in your seat you cross your arms across your chest. âBut itâs expensive, let me help pay halfâ With a proud smile Jungkook signs off on it and gives it to your waiter. âToo late, already paid forâ he sends you a sly grin and you let out a puff of air.
The beeping sound of the door resounds in the quiet apartment. Jungkook walks to his shoe rack next to the front door and pulls off his big black shoes. Walking over to the couch he settles down on the couch and turns on the TV. Before he could pull his jacket off he remembers the small napkin you gave to him at the restaurant. Digging through his pocket he feels the soft paper and unravels it, revealing the numbers you had written down.Â
The front door beeps once again, the slightly shorter man walks through the door and places his bag on the dining table. âHey,â Jimin says. âWhat do you wanna do tonight? We donât have a schedule for tomorrow and we donât need to be up earlyâ he says, digging through the fridge for something to eat. Jungookâs focus is still analyzing the piece of paper. âUh, do you think you could help me with something?â he turned his attention to the blonde standing behind the counter, a drink propped in his hand.Â
âYeah, what is it?â taking a sip from his bottle. Jungkook stands to walk over to Jimin and places the napkin in front of him. He looks down at it and lifts his head back up to look at his friend. âA napkin with a bunch of numbers on it? Is it like a code or something?â he says with confusion laced in his voice. Jungkook shakes his head and he pulls up your Instagram account. âDo you remember her?â Jimin brings the phone closer to his face to properly see what he has displayed on his phone. It takes him a little while to remember your face. Then his face brows straighten out as he recalls that day he saw you. âAh, the cafe workerâ Jungkook shakes his head, âYes, herâÂ
âWhat about her?â Confusion written on his face again. âWell, Iâve been hanging out with her for a while now-â before he can continue his sentence Jimin cuts him off, âAnd you didnât mind telling me this until now because?âÂ
âI donât know, Iâve just been so caught up with her and I didnât even think about mentioning her. But now Iâm in a situationâ he starts off by telling him the day he walked into the cafe and waited for you to finish up so he could talk to you. And the rest of the story after that. âWhy is she playing hard to get? Itâs just a couple of numbersâ Jimin says. Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, turning around back to the couch.Â
âShe said itâs a personal thing, which is so stupid. Weâve been texting back nâ forth on Instagram. I was out with her today and she gave me those numbersâ he sighs out of frustration. Jimin flows behind him and sits on the sofa next to him. He places the drink down and pats Jungkook on the shoulder. âYouâre in luck, I have my mom to thank for this.â he pulls out a thick book filled with thousands of phone numbers from under the coffee table. Jungkookâs eyes widen in shock as the book slams on the table in front of them.Â
âWhen did she give this to you?â he asks in shock. âShe gave it to me before I left Busan, I forgot I had it with me. I never had a use for it so it was stored away in the closet at our old dormâ He opens the book and flips through the thin pages. He stops on a page and glides his finger down looking for those six numbers. âHere!â He looks back to the napkin next to the book and reads off the numbers. Jungkook watches in awe as he watches his friend work his âmagicâ. âNow all we need to do is look through,â he pauses for a second âone hundred seventeen phone numbersâ A loud âWhat!â comes from the man beside him. âLooks like we have a long night ahead of us JungkookieâÂ
The first number they dialed was an old lady. She was sweet about them calling the wrong number and they moved on to the next. The fifth number they dial was a fried chicken place, not being able to contain themselves they placed an order for delivery. The two of them spend the next hour and a half trying to search for your number. Jungkook is close to losing hope. He ended up stepping out to their balcony and took a cigar out from the box laying on top of the table next to the couch.Â
Inhaling a puff into the nightâs air, he begins to feel a bit more relaxed. Jimin walks in behind him, standing next to him as they look out into the city. Lights, once again brightening up the city. The sounds of cars driving by and flocks of birds flying in the sky. Jimin takes in the fresh air, his arms leaning against the railing. âWhat if she gave you a fake number?â he says. Jungkook only sighs and takes another drag from his cigarette.Â
âI mean weâve been at this for hours and all weâve found is nothingâ But Jungkook being the stubborn man he is he says âWe have twenty more numbers to call. And if none of them is hers, thenâ he pauses. He looks up at the stars twinkling in the black sky. He closes his eyes and thinks. âThen Iâll just give up,â Jimin nods his head at his friend's decision, his head hanging low as he pats the taller oneâs shoulder walking back into the room.Â
Jungkook places the end of the stick in a bowl lying on the edge of the thick railing and trails behind the elder. Plopping himself back down on the couch, he begins to prepare himself for maybe one of the longest hours of his life. He picks his phone up again and dials one of the remaining numbers. But to no avail, itâs not your voice he hears on the other end of the phone. Crossing it off in the book he dials the next one, and then the next, and then heâs on the sixth number.
The phone rings for a while, but on the fourth ring, someone picks up. âHello?â you say. Jungkook is silent. Shocked that itâs actually you, heâs finally talking to. âHello,â he says back. You bring your phone away from your ear and look at the number. âJungkook? How did you manage to find the rest of my number so quickly?â He laughs at that. âQuicklyâ is quite the opposite of tonight.
âThank fucking God itâs you,â he says. Jimin perks up, turning around to face Jungkook.
Autumn
The sun rose over the horizon and spilt into the room, the blinds kept slightly ajar covering bits of the messy room, the light laying over his sleeping body. His eyes slow open as the sun peeks through them. He twists and turns in the comfort of his bed until he becomes restless, pulling the comforter away from his body. âJungkookâ a girl hovering over his tired body. She lays her own over his, cuddling into his neck as she wraps her arms around his neck, he buries himself in her scent dragging his hands to wrap around her waist.Â
The girl plants soft kisses along his soft skin whispering little nothings into his ear. Before he could pull away to find her beautiful face, his eyes opened.
âGet up!â Jimin tugs on his arm harder. Jungkook jerks up from his bed, wiping his eyes from sleep. âWhat time is it?â his deep voice still laced with his deep slumber, Jimin looks at the clock on the wall by his mirror and back at the sleepy boy.
"Itâs ten thirty, we were supposed to meet Namjoon ten minutes agoâ he yells. Jungkook groans standing up from the bed, without watching out for where he was going he stubs his toe on the corner of the bed, âShitâ he falls onto his bed again holding his foot. His phone buzzes with a notification. The name read â___ đșâ, and a smile formed on his face as he read your name.Â
y/nđș: Hey sleepy. Iâve been trying to reach you for like an hour but it seems like youâre too busy for me now đ. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out today? [10:35 am]Â
His smile grows even wider. He thought heâd never see the day that you would reach out and ask if he wanted to hang out. Unfortunately, he has plans out today. Itâs been a long while since he and all of his friends planned to hang out together. With everyone being busy with school and work, they never found the time to plan a get together.Â
Me: Hey, sorry I didnât get back. I woke up late. [10:37 am]
Me: Someone missing me already? đ«€ [10:37 am]Â
He stands up from his bed and walks through the bedroom door. Jimin walks past him, already dressed and ready for the day, âYouâre not ready yet, weâre going to leave in like five minutesâ he says. âAlright! I wonât take that long, relaxâ He walks into the bathroom and prepares himself for the day ahead of him. The sink buzzes from his phone. The screen lights up with another notification.Â
y/n đș: Calm down pretty boy, I was just asking because Iâm off today and I donât have any plans [10:45 am]
Me: So you think Iâm pretty? lol, sorry angel i canât today, what about tomorrow? [10:47 am]
While he waits for a response he walks out of the bathroom and walks over to his closet, looking through the many clothes he has. Finally, picking out something to wear he walks out to the living space where Jimin is sitting on the couch, looking at his phone waiting for him to finish. âFinally,â he breathes out in relief. âIf only you set a damn alarm we wouldnât be so late, Tae keeps texting me if we were there yet and yet weâre still standing hereâ he shakes his head.Â
âCan you calm down, Iâm ready. Letâs goâ Jungkook walks forward to the front door and his keys in his hand. He waits for Jimin to walk out before he locks the door. As they are walking down the hall to the parking garage, Jungkook checks his phone again to find your message.Â
y/n đș: Donât get so cocky now Jeon. Yeah, thatâs fine. I guess Iâll just spend my time alone today đ [10:48 am]Â
Me: Cheer up at least you get to spend the whole day with me tomorrow! đ [10:59 am]
y/n đș: Yeah yeah. Have fun with your boyfriends [11:00 am]Â
Cheesing at his phone he sends you a thumbs up and puts his phone away and takes his car keys out. âWhat are you smiling about?â Jimin looks over to his friend in the driver's seat. âIs it ___?â he guesses. Jungkook shrugs his shoulders as he places the key into the ignition.
As Jungkook pulls out of the parking garage, Jimin takes the aux cord and plugs it into his phone, â3:00 AMâ by Finding Hope plays softly in the background of the car. âSo, whatâs the deal with you and her?â He starts the conversation first. âWhat do you mean? Weâre just friends,â Jimin looks at him with a look of suspicion written on his face. âHmm, youâve been spending almost all of your time with her, and I always catch you geeking whenever youâre texting her, doesnât seem like âjust friendsâ to meâ he lifts two fingers up in the air as quotations.Â
âYou are so deluded. I canât have girls that are friends anymore?âÂ
âYouâve never had a girl-friend before. Itâs either you sleep with them or you sleep with them. I have never seen you spend this much time with someone let alone a girl. Letâs be real now,â This leaves Jungkook silent. He is right, though. He just wonât admit that he is. âWhatever, manâ The car ride is spent in silence for the rest of the time being.Â
Itâs not until Jimin gets an incoming call from Taehyung. The phone is still connected to the car, his deep voice is loud throughout the vehicle. âHello?â Jimin says, âWhere are you guys?âÂ
âWeâre almost there, why?â Jungkook says. âJust asking, cus Namjoon-hyung is getting antsy, he just wants to make sure you guys are coming, it has been a while since weâve all been togetherâÂ
âOkay were pulling up in the parking lot now, see you soonâÂ
âSee you in a bitâ the calls end and the music starts to play again. The car comes to a stop, and the two close the door shut. This place is different to the one he took you out to that night all those days ago. This one is more secluded, not many people know about, considering itâs Namjoonâs fatherâs place. The small building is next to a lake, only a few others in sight down the road. the quiet sounds of the water rippling in the air, and the leaves turning into red, orange, and brown colors with the changing season.Â
Leaves crunch under their feet as they walk up to the door, knocking to be let in. The eldest one in the group answers the door. âYah, what took you guys so long.â Jin says, pushing their hands slightly in a playful manner. âThis one woke up lateâ he points to Jungkook. He raises his hands up and apologizes, âSorry, I forgot to set an alarm, but to be fair I went to sleep late last night working on a projectâÂ
âAt least you're hereâ Jin throws his arm over his youngestâs shoulder. âIt feels like I havenât seen you in ages,âÂ
âYeah, me tooâ Yoongi, another one of their friends, comes from the bathroom. Jungkook throws him a smile and pulls him into a hug. âItâs nice to see you guys againâ Namjoon comes from what seemed like a gaming room âLook at us, one whole againâ he opens his arms and brings Jungkook into a hug as well. Jimin and Taehyung are sitting at one of the couches catching up on what theyâve been doing since they last saw each other.Â
They all gather around and begin chit chatting. âSo, Jungkookie, Jimin here tells us youâre seeing someoneâ Jin raises his eyebrows, curious about his friend's love life. Jungkook shakes his head as he takes a sip of whiskey. âIâm not seeing anyone, sheâs just a friendâ at this Namjoon perks up and joins in on the conversation. âOh is it __? I thought you guys were together, I mean you guys shouldâve been there. They he looked at her was so sweetâÂ
âI did not look at her in any wayâ he objects.Â
âWait, you've met her already?!â Jin says with a look of hurt on his face. âThatâs not fair! I basically raised you and this is how you repay me!â he yells.
âCan we please calm down, sheâs nothing but a friend to me, why is that so hard to believeâ They all become silent now. Giving each other knowing looks, he lets out a sigh and pulls a cigar out from his pocket. Taking a lighter that was lying on the table in front of him he lights it up, taking a drag.
âOh câmon, when will you introduce us? Itâd be good to see a new face around hereâ Jungkook looks up at Yoongi and back down to his cigar. âI donât know, itâll happen when it happensâ It is silent for a minute before Jungkook changes the subject. âHowâs Aria and the baby? I miss that little dumplingâ Jinâs baby, Minchae, isÂ
Jungkook's goddaughter, itâs been a long time since heâs seen her. Jin and his wife, Aria, are high school sweethearts, sheâs seen him through his growth spurt, he hasnât spent a day looking bad. He doesnât blame her for staying with him for all these years.Â
âTheyâre doing good, we wanted to host a barbeque sometime in two weeks, I forgot to bring this up the last time we were togetherâÂ
Everyone perks up at the mention of food, all agreeing, they begin to talk about life, what theyâve all been caught up doing since their last get together.
âAre you guys dating?â Your best friend asks over the phone. After Jungkook told you he was busy, you brought yourself out of your tiny apartment and did a little bit of exploring yourself.
âNo, weâre not. We are just friendsâ you deny your relationship with Jungkook. He is one of the first friends (?) that you have made so far since you moved here. Yes, his personality is a bit condescending but you still manage to find a way to tolerate it.Â
âWell, from the way you described him, it sounds like more than friends to meâ You shake your head as if he could see you. âFine believe what you wanna believe, but I assure you we are just friends-â Mid sentence you donât pay attention to where your feet are leading you. You bump into a tall figure, when you turn around to apologize, you get a closer glimpse of the man. âHey, you were our waiter the other day at that restaurant near the campusâ you say pointing at him. He smiles and gives you a nod of his head.Â
âYeah, that was meâ An awkward silence fills between you two until you speak again. âIâm sorry, I wasnât watching where I was going,â he lifts his hands in the air in a forgiving manner.
âNo, no itâs okayâ smiling again at him you slowly begin to turn around to go on your way. Not until he stops you in your tracks, âWait! Uhmâ You turn your head back around to face him and raise your eyebrows. âYes?âÂ
âI was too scared to ask you this back at the restaurant, but can I have your number?â How cute, you think. A smile breaks out on your lips and you walk closer to him. âI donât even know your name,â you say to him. Immediately he says âItâs Jiungâ. You pause for a minute looking up at the sky as if you were thinking. âOkay, Jiung. Give me your phoneâ That same sweet smile you gave to him gets him to blush. He pulls his phone out from his jacket pocket and places it in my hand.Â
You put in your number and hand it back to him, you turn away but not before you say âHave a good dayâ in a sweet voice. His heart starts to race as you turn your back to him and continue your adventure. âWhat was that?â Hoseok says through the phone. âThis guy that I saw at this restaurant Jungkook took me to. He asked for my number.Â
âWow, you are a guy magnet over there, what happened here?â he says teasinglyÂ
âShut upâÂ
Loud knocks are heard from your front door as you get ready in your room. Your hair is still up in curlers, your baggy t-shirt is on, and your biker shorts are still on, you walk over to the door and look through the peephole. The beeping of the door is heard next to you and Jungkook steps into the room. âLook at you in your pajamas. Didnât I say I was gonna be here at one?â
he says in a teasing manner behind you. Walking back to your room you hear his heavy steps follow behind you. âUh, I donât remember letting you into my roomâ You turn to face him. âAnd I donât remember caring enough to ask,â The beefy man says plopping down on your bed. Rolling your eyes you walk back to your bathroom, his hands lay behind his head as he relaxes into your bed. You walk out with a robe on now, and Jungkook eyes you up and down.Â
âDo you mind?â you say looking back at him.Â
âI wonât look I swearâ You give him a look that says âI donât trust youâ. Turning around you go through your closet, pick a casual outfit, and bring it back to the bathroom.
Jungkook rolls his eyes as you walk away. Your bathroom and bedroom connect, and the big mirror above your sink shows almost everything in it. His eyes wander around your room, thinking about it now heâs never stepped foot in your apartment before, and his gaze stops at the mirror in the bathroom. You have taken your robe off and your bare back is on display.Â
He holds his breath as he takes in your figure, You grab the clip that was holding your hair and he watches as your hair cascades down your shoulder. Your head turns to look at how your hair had turned out from the rollers, but instead, you're met with Jungkookâs gaze. Heâs sat up in your bed now, lips parted slightly. You hold his stare before looking away and bending down to grab your clothes.Â
Snapping out of his trance, you can hear shuffling coming from your room. You look back to your bed and find it empty, Jungkook is in the other room, trying to steady his breath. A few minutes later you walk out of your room, a big sweater covering your body and a small skirt adoring part of your legs.
âAre you ready?â You say tilting your head up to look at him.
He only nods his head in response and waits for you to collect your things. He stands by the door, watching you put your sneakers on. A small white bag is thrown over your shoulder.
When you are finally done you walk out the door and he closes it behind you. The walk to the parking garage was quiet for some odd reason. When you both get into his car you destroy the silence between you two. âHow come you arenât being annoying today? Usually, youâre talking my head off or asking me dumb questionsâ His mind is still stuck on what he saw back at your apartment.Â
Low music plays softly in his car as he responds, âItâs nothing, Iâm just tired from yesterday.â Softly nodding your head away from him you look out the window and wait until you arrive at his place. Itâs silent again for only a few minutes when you decide to speak up again, âYouâre such a liarâ he turns his gaze away from the road for a second to look at you. âWhat did I lie about?âÂ
âYou said that your place is just a walk away from mineâ he chuckles at your complaining. Secretly you had hoped that you would walk with him to his complex, your neighbors usually take their dog out for a walk at this time and youâd always play with her. âSorry you shouldâve moved closer to me thenâ he says it as if you had any control over it. You roll your eyes and begin to sink into the comfortable silence.Â
He parks the car on the side of the road near his apartment and you both step out of the car. Itâs slightly bigger than where you're living and itâs much louder in this part of town.
He takes the lead and walks in front of you to the front of the building. The layout is much different than what youâre used to. Instead of an elevator, everyone has to climb up a set of stairs, thankfully for you, he lives on one of the lower levels. When you reach his home he punches in the numbers into the pad of his door lock.Â
Just like yours, beeping comes from inside of his house. To your surprise the place is neat and clean, a few pieces of trash here and there but surprisingly tidy for an apartment with two grown men living in it. âHow do you like it?â He asks, throwing his keys into the bowl on the table next to the door. âItâs nice, itâs cleaner than I thought it would beâ your eyes glide around the room. He scoffs and says âWhat? Just because weâre a couple of guys means we canât be clean?âÂ
âUhm yes, actually I do think thatâÂ
âWell, then change your mindsetâ he says walking over to his sofa. âWhat do you wanna do? I donât have much here but you decided you wanted to hangout here soâŠâ you walk over to his kitchen and look through his fridge. âLetâs cook something,â Digging through the drawers, you try to find something you think youâd both like to eat.Â
After searching for a few minutes you end up with pork belly, kimchi, and instant noodles you found in the cabinet. You call him over and he groans as he stands from the comfort of his sofa. He finds a spot next to you and looks at the items you have displayed on the counter. âWeâre cooking tonight?â You look up at him with a bright smile âMmmhm!â He laughs at your response. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, tattoos out on display and rubs his hands together.Â
âLetâs get started, then shall we?â Of course, he grabs the package of pork and cuts the plastic open with a knife while you look for a pot to cook the ramen in. You bring it to the sink and fill it half way to boil the noodles. It makes a small âclinkâ sound when it hits the metal of the stove. Jungkook walks over next to you while you sit watching at the pot, waiting for the water to boil. He pulls a pan out from the same cabinet you got the pot from and places it next to you on the stove.Â
Once the pan is hot enough he scrapes the cut-up meat into the pan, sizzling as it touches the heat. Smoke fills the air and the apartment starts to smell like pork.
The water starts to boil and you open the package and dump whatâs in it into the water. Jungkok grabs a pair of chopsticks from a drawer and picks a piece of cooked meat from the pan. He blows on it and touches it to his lips making sure itâs not too hot to eat. âHere, try itâ You open your mouth and taste the flavorful meat. Your eyes close as you satisfy your tastebuds with the cooking.
âIs it good?â Telling by your expression he doesnât need a verbal answer from you.Â
Once everything is cooked you plate it and serve it on the island in the kitchen. You sit on one of the stools and Jungkook stands on the other side of you. âI didnât know you could cook like this, itâs so goodâ Slurping sounds reverberate from his bowl as he brings it closer to his mouth. âWhoâs feeding my ego now?â he says with a cocky tone.Â
âCan you ever go a day without being annoyingâÂ
âNot when it comes to youâÂ
After you both finish up eating you make your way over to the living room and make yourselves comfortable on the sofa. The TV played whatever they showed during this hour.
Suddenly you start to speak. âYou know what happened yesterday?â he hums in response, too immersed in what was playing on the big screen. âDo you remember our waiter from a few days ago?â At the mention of him, he sits up and looks at you. âYeah, what about himâÂ
âAfter you blew me off-âÂ
âI did not blow you off, I was just busy with my friendsâÂ
âAnyways,â you roll your eyes at his interruption
âI went into the city and ran some errands. But when I was on the phone with my friend I happened to bump into himâ he listens to your story intently, not wanting to miss a detail. âI apologized but before I could leave he asked me for my numberâÂ
âAnd did you give it to him?â he asks curiously.Â
âYeah, I didâ he scoffs at your response, a little bit of anger beginning to build up. âAre you serious? Why did he get your number so easily but I had to work my ass off to get itâ You can read the anger on his face. You begin to laugh, you laugh so hard that you're clutching your stomach. âYah! Whatâs so funny! I didnât even say anything for you to laughâ This only gets you to laugh even more.Â
Not taking any more of this his fingers find your waist, and he tickles you. âJungkook!â you yell at him. He pushes you onto your back and attacks you. Your legs between his and your arms trying to shove his shoulders away. The biggest smile forms on his lips as he watches your face turn red from how hard you're laughing. âJungkook, stop!â you say in between laughs.Â
He takes hold of your wrist and pins it above your head. Your laughter dies down, and the room becomes silent. His face hovering over yours, your faces inches apart. He doesnât realize heâs leaning down, lips close to touching. The beeping of the door is heard near the door and Jimin walks through. You both quickly pull away from each other and straighten out your clothes.Â
âJimin!â Jungkook says standing to greet his friend. âThis is ___â Jimin walks over to you and stretches his hand out for you to shake. âAh, the one and only. Itâs nice to finally meet youâ he says slightly bowing out of courtesy. âItâs nice to meet you too, Jiminâ you give one of your sweet smiles. Jungkook looks down at his watch and walks up between you two.
âItâs getting late, Iâll take you home __â you nod your head and give Jimin one last smile. âBut we just met, let me get to know her,â Jimin complains. âYouâll get to know her another time, we have classes tomorrow and she has workâÂ
âIt was nice to meet you, Jimin. I hope we get to talk to each other properly in the futureâ you tell him. He smiles at you and lets you go.Â
~ The car ride to your home was filled with comfortable silence and the radio playing lowly. You are stopped at a red light and you look out the window. A dog sticking its head out the window gets a small smile to grow on your lips. âI had a great time tonightâ you turn your attention back to Jungkook. His face was illuminated with red from the traffic light. You take in his strong features. His sharp jawline and round nose, a faint scar is indented on his cheek, and his lip piercing shining in the light.Â
âI had a great time tooâ He looks over at you and sees you already looking at him. âSucks I didnât get to talk to your friend though. He seems like a nice person.âÂ
âYeah he is, Iâve known him since I was in middle school. We went to highschool together and now we're sharing rent with each other. Sometimes it amazes me how fast times flyâ he says.Â
Small talk is exchanged until you reach your apartment. This time you and Jungkook stay in the car for a bit longer. âThank you, for today. I had a lot of funâÂ
âSo did I,â he says. Itâs not long before he says something else. âMy friends are holding a barbeque at their place in a few days. Do you want to come with me?â This was out of nowhere. You debate whether you should go, you donât even know them besides Jungkook and Jimin, now.Â
âCâmon, you always talk about how you donât have any friends here. Iâm giving you the opportunity to make some.â After this you finally oblige.Â
âOkay, okay Iâll go. But only if you make me some more pork bellyâ he smiles and shakes your head.Â
âDealâ he pulls his hand out to seal the deal. You give it a small squeeze and shake your hands. As you look at him you hold onto your hand for more than he should be. Shying away, you let go of his hand and begin to pick up your stuff. âGoodnight, Jungkook,â you say leaning in to plant a small kiss on his cheek. You pull away but your faces stay close together. He looks down at your lips, and he slowly brings his hand to your cheek.Â
Heâs having an internal battle, thinking if kissing you is a good idea. Fuck it, he pulls you in and your lips mold with his. The cold of his piercing against your lips makes a shiver go up your spine. A small smack of your lips resounds as you pull away slowly, âGoodnight, angelâ
The crisp air of the late afternoon hits you, you are standing outside waiting for Jungkook to come pick you up for todayâs events. The thoughts of meeting his friends made you nervous for some reason you canât pinpoint. Maybe you are just scared of what they might think, you need to show off a good impression. His black Mercedes rolls in around the corner and stops in front of you.Â
Pulling the handle to the passengerâs side you reveal Jungkook, leaning against the armrest waiting for you to hop in. âDonât you look cute today,â he says, watching you buckle your seat belt. âThank you,â you say in a small voice. âYouâre so nervous around me all of a sudden,â he says leaning in to look at your face. You look at his eyes, then down to his lips. âIâm not nervous,â you say with confidence in your voice.
âMmm, then why are you so quiet? Iâm used to hearing your loud and obnoxious voiceâ he teases. A smile creeps onto your lips and you turn away from to face forward. âJust drive, Jeon.â Chuckling, you step on the gas pedal and start to drive away from your complex. âWhat are your friends like?â you ask. You watch as Jungkook leans his elbow against the door and places his hand under his chin. âHmm, they are very loudâ a small laugh comes from your mouth. âTheyâre also very warm, Iâve known most of them for a big majority of my life nowâÂ
You admire the way he talks about them as if they were family to him. The bond he describes he has with them seems unbreakable and full of love, you feel warmth spread across your chest at the thought of his friendship with all of them. You begin to realize that you donât live far from them, only about a thirty-minute drive from yours. Suddenly, those nerves you were feeling before begin to creep up on you again. He notices how silent youâve become as you get closer to the house.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Did you forget something?â he says, looking at you. You return his gaze and shake off your nervous feeling. âNo, nothingâs wrong. I just feel a bit nervous about meeting them,â you look for the right word to say. You shouldnât be feeling this nervous, Jungkook described them as great people. âAngel, you donât need to be nervous. They will welcome you with open arms, trust meâ The nickname always brings small butterflies soaring in your stomach, you donât think youâll ever get used to it.Â
The car pulls into the driveway you look up and gape at the size of the house. Itâs not too big, but big enough to hold at least seven people. You and Jungkook both walk up to the front door, once again you feel anxious, âRelax, itâs gonna be okayâ his fingers brush softly against yours, his pinky wrapping around yours. He rings the doorbell, and everyone on the other side of the door goes quiet.Â
Low chattering is heard and the handle to the door twists and swings open. âJayKayyâ Jin says in a brotherly tone. But Jungkookâs attention focuses on his baby niece. âAwhh Minchae, Uncle missed you '' he takes the little girl from her father's arms, squeezing her against him. Her little giggles escape as he places little kisses against her tiny puffy cheek. You watch with a fond smile on your face, how adorable. Youâve never seen this side of Jungkook before, it feels refreshing.Â
You follow behind him as he enters the house. The loud chattering comes back to life when they see their youngest out of the bunch. âHey, guysâ Minchaeâs arms wrapped around his neck. Standing quietly behind Jungkookâs tall frame you gently tug on his jacket and he turns around to you.
âOh uh, guysâ he places a hand on the small of your back, gesturing for you to walk forward. âThis is ___â You bow your head and greet them. âHelloâ comes from your mouth softly. Jinâs wife Aria stands up and places a hand over her heart. âYou are so cute! Itâs nice to finally meet you! Jungkook has not stopped talking about you since-âÂ
âAriaâ Jungkook deadpans. She places a hand over her mouth to contain her laugh. âSorry, sorry.âÂ
Jungkook holds a hand out gesturing to the woman next to you. âThis is Aria, Jinâs wifeâ you smile at her and nod your head, a fond smile growing on her face. âThis is Taehyung, and you know Namjoon and Jiminâ You walk over to where they were sitting and hold your hand out for them to shake. âOh yeah, we met that one time we went into the city, I remember,â you say to Namjoon. âYes, itâs nice to see you again ___â He gives you that boyish smile you saw all those nights ago.Â
âAnd this is Yoongiâ the quiet man waves his hand in the air and a little smile forms on his lips. Jin comes out from the backyard, clad in an apron and tongs in his hands.
âFoodâs readyâ Everyone stands up from their seats. A table is set up outside and the big backyard is lit up with fairy lights, setting the mood for everyone. When everyone is content with their plates they all sit around the table and converse with one another. Minchae sat on Jungkookâs lap, slapping her tiny hands against the table. She hasnât left Jungkook since you both arrived, you find it endearing, the relationship between the two.Â
He has a separate plate for her feeding her small spoons at a time when she asks for it. âSo, ___. When did you move to the city, is there any reason why you chose Incheon?â Jin asks.Â
âWell, I moved here this past summer from Gwangjang. I was offered better things here at the college than what they had back there. It sucks though because I had to leave all my friends. But it doesnât hurt getting a clean slateâ you say.Â
âThat is right, but I bet you miss your friends tooâ You nod your head as you think about your life back in your hometown. âYes, I do miss it over there. But Iâve been enjoying my time over here as wellâ you say with joy. Everyone begins to talk with you as if theyâve known you for years. It is not as bad as you thought itâd be, and you're grateful for that.Â
Everyone decided to head back inside and it grew colder, everyone spread out in different places. Minchae sat on Jungkookâs lap again, playing with his big hands. Her attention falls on you though, you look down to meet her gaze and you give her a small smile. She crawls from Junkook onto your lap and she stares at you looking at your features. He watches his niece make herself comfortable on your lap and looks at her antics. Her tiny hands come up to your cheek. A bright smile forms on your lips as you watch her.Â
âHi, Minchaeâ softly comes from your lips.Â
âPwetty, Auntieâ your heart melts at her small voice, and so does Jungkook's. He watches the interaction with a smile on his face, warmth igniting within his chest. âYouâre so pretty,â you say, giving a gentle poke to her round tummy. She lets out a laugh as he wraps her hands around your finger pushing it away. Jungkookâs heart feels like itâs going to explode, watching with fond eyes as you play with his niece. You look over at him and catch him staring, his hand coming up to nudge your chin playfully.Â
~
The night is coming to the end and Minchae has peacefully fallen asleep on your shoulder as you hold her back in support. Everyone has settled down, quiet music playing in the room as they all focus on their own thing. Jungkook looks down at his watch and notices how late it has gotten. âI think we should start heading out,â he whispers into your ear. You nod your head and begin to slowly get up, careful not to wake the little one in your arms.Â
âHere Iâll take herâ Jungkook brings his hand under her arms to pick her up. She moves a bit but falls back to sleep in the manâs arms. âAre you guys heading out already?â Jin says from the couch.Â
âYeah, is it alright if I put her to bed?â Jin nods his head and Jungkook separates from you for the first time tonight and walks up the stairs.Â
âWhere have you been all his life?â Jin says out of the blue. You turn around to face him and give him a look of confusion. âWhat?â a small chuckle escapes your mouth. âI have not seen him act the way he does since youâve met himâ A smile appears on your lips and before you can respond Jungkook comes back into the room. âYou ready?â he says quietly from behind you, a hand resting on your waist. You look up at him and nod your head, you bend to grab your purse from the couch.Â
âIâll see you guys later,â he says with a wave of his hand. They all say their goodbyes and then, you are both heading back to the car.
You walk up to your door and unlock it, Jungkook stands behind you and waits for you to get in. He expected you to wave him goodnight and disappear behind your door, leaving him to walk into the night. But instead, you turn around and say âYou wanna come in?â Shocked, Jungkook freezes in his spot, caught by surprise. He nods his head and walks in behind you. You place your bag down on the small table and plop down on your sofa, Jungkook following, he sits down next to you.Â
âTonight was fun, I didnât expect us to get along so well. It felt like Iâve known them for years,â you say facing him. Your arms are in your lap, your fingers playing with your ring. âYeah, thatâs what they do to youâ he chuckles. âThey are all too kind for their own good, thatâs what I love about themâÂ
âI can see why you talked so fondly about them, thinking about the bond you share with them makes me miss my friends back home. Weâd hang out almost every night and stay out late going to partiesâ You reminisce on the old times you and your friendsâ wild nights.Â
âYou have me now, and everyone else,â he says in a low tone. You look up from your lap and smile at him. It is silent between you now, Jungkook canât help but stare at you in the low light, how beautiful you look. Slowly his hand comes up to the side of your neck, just below your ear. You lean into his touch and your lips part slightly, your gaze falling to his lips and so does his. Lips colliding, your hands find his wrist holding on tightly.Â
Your body moves forward, straddling his lap, and his tongue glides over your pillowy lips, seeking entrance. Your lips part allows him access and his hands find your waist, squeezing gently. A small whimper escapes your mouth at the touch; the room filled with the sound of lips smacking. His hands begin to dip lower, till they are right above your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck softly and the kiss gets heated and needy. Teeth clashing against each other and small noises come from your lips.
With his hands under your ass, he stands up and lifts you up with him. Legs wrapping around his middle, without breaking the kiss Jungkook finds his way to your bedroom. He throws you onto the bed as if you were a ragdoll, hands finding the hem of his shirt he pulls it over his head, abs out on display; you can feel yourself become wetter.Â
Your hands glide up his stomach, muscles rubbing against your fingers. Jungkook holds onto your hands and brings them up to his neck as youâre kneeling on the edge of your bed. His lips connected with yours once again, but much harsher. His tongue playing with yours, the sloppy sounds of your lips are the only thing heard in the room. Jungkookâs rough hands pull your thin tank top over your head, revealing your perked nipples. You gasp as your body is hit with the cold air in the room.Â
Placing wet kisses down your neck, his lips find your chest. He breathes over your nipple and you whimper at the warmth it brings. His lips wrapped around your erect nipple, and you threw your head back in pleasure, hands wrapping around the short hair on the back of his head. âJungkookâ you whimper. His hands wrap around your back bringing it closer to him. He moves on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Suddenly, he throws you back down on the soft mattress.Â
Watching how your tits move with the impact. He hovers over you kissing you with need. Jungkookâs hands find the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down and throwing it onto the floor behind him. Now youâre only left in your panties, barely covering your pussy. He can feel himself grow harder in his underwear, looking down at the goddess that you are. Pushing you up so youâre fully on the bed now he dips down and places soft kisses on your inner thigh. You shiver at the touch and whine his name out again. âJungkookâÂ
âWhat, baby? Use your wordsâÂ
âI need youâ you moan, your eyes fall to look at him. But theyâve already fallen on you, giving you a sultry look.Â
âYouâre already so soaked for me,â he says, hooking his fingers on your panties. Itâs barely doing its job anyway, he yanks them from your body. Your cunt out, ready for him to devour. âYou gonna be a good girl for me?â you nod your head.Â
âUh uh, what did I say baby?âÂ
âUgh, yesâ you say in a needy tone. âI need to feel you Jungkook, pleaseâ Finally getting what he wanted he obliges to your request.Â
âJust because you said so kindlyâ his head dips down, placing kitten licks along your clit, you let out a breathy moan at the first contact of his tongue. Then, heâs diving in. Wrapping his arms around your legs pulling himself deeper into your sopping pussy. You try to move around but Jungkook isnât having it, his grip on you tightens and his pace picks up. Two fingers find your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thick fingers push up into you.Â
âFuck, Jungkookâ You bring your hands to prop yourself up, and you watch as Jungkook flicks his tongue up and down between your folds. His fingers start to pick up in pace, and he can feel you squeeze him, he knows youâre close to an orgasm. The burn in your lower stomach begins to build. Moaning, loudly you reach your climax, a hand finding his hair, you tug slightly to get him off of you. Your thighs begin to shake beside you he finally pulls away and brings himself back up to you. You stare into his eyes, big black boba eyes staring back at you.Â
You canât believe thatâs the man that brought you to your orgasm. His head dips down to connect your lips once again, you can taste yourself on his lips and you moan into his mouth. âGood job, baby,â he says lowly. Your hand slowly reaches down to his aching cock, and you reach into his pants. The contact you make with his cock gets him to moan into your hair. He stands to remove the fabric from his waist. His hard dick comes face to face with you and you can feel yourself start to drool.Â
You bring your hand to wrap around it, giving it a few strokes. His head tilts back in pleasure this time, âAh fuck yeah, babyâ Your thumb rubs over the red tip, and then you bring your lips to plant soft kisses over it. âDonât fucking tease meâ his hand brushes through your soft hair. âCâmon donât be such a pussy, let me have my fun,â you say.Â
âI just ate the fuck outta yours, I really fucking need youâ he whines.Â
You laugh at his whiny state âWhoâs the needy one now?â Finally, your lips around his thick cock, the veins feel up against your mouth. You take him in slowly and his hand guides you as you only take half of it. âCâmon baby, I know you can do better than thatâ You pull back and take him in a deeper, until the tip hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly but take deep breaths in to calm yourself. âThere you goâ he praises. Your speed picks up as he pushes you on his cock. Your small hand finds the bottom of his cock where his balls lay. Squeezing them in the palm of your hand he doubles over at the extra pleasure. âFuck, youâre such a cockslut for me, huh? God,â he says pulling you off of him.Â
âTurn around, ass up face downâ he demands. You turn around and do what he asks. Your face buries into your pull and you get slightly pushed up as he grabs your ass cheeks. âYouâre so fucking beautifulâ A smack resounds in the room and you let out a gasp. He rubs over the red mark and plants a kiss over it. He moves his hands down to the dip of your waist and holds you down.Â
Giving his cocks a few strokes, he teases it up and down your slit. âLook at you, all dripping nâ shitâ you moan at his tone. He pushes in slowly, feeling his veins around your walls. The stretch gives you the most pleasure youâve felt in a long time; he stays there for a little to let you get used to his size. He pulls back until just the tip, and then he pushes in all the way, bottoming out. He moves your hair to the side to watch your ass bounce on him. His pace is quick, and his hands find the front of your chest squeezing your soft tits in his hand.Â
âFuck, harderâ you moan.
Your head is lying on the side of your pillow, gripping the soft material from the pleasure. His animalistic speed gets you to moan even louder. The sound of his hips hitting against your ass and the flapping sounds are loud in the quiet room. He looks down to where you connect and watches the ring of your cream disappear inside you.Â
âCan I record you baby?â
Too lost in pleasure you push yourself up and grab his phone from the side of you after it fell from his pocket earlier. The flash of the camera lights up the room and he watches himself disappear inside you. âYeah, you like that baby?âÂ
Pornographic moans escape your lips as you relish the pleasure. âYes, yes, yes!â you repeat over and over again.
His tattooed hand comes into the frame and rubs over your ass. Your cheeks have become red because of how hard heâs pounding into you. The flash turns off and he throws his phone to the side, his hand cups your pussy, rubbing against your clit. âCum with me, angelâÂ
This tips you over, spurts of come covering both your and his legs, dripping onto the mattress. Ropes of white cover your walls as he comes inside of you. You stay like that for a while, not ready for his cock to leave you. When he pulls away, the loss of being filled makes you whine. He walks away from the bed and disappears into the bathroom. You turn over to lay on your back and your arm comes up to cover your eyes, you donât hear Jungkook come back from the bathroom and you feel the bed deep.Â
âOpen your legs, baby, I need to clean youâ slowly spreading your legs the cool rag drags through your swollen folds. He throws the small towel into a basket in your room and plops himself on top of you. âI gotta pee, moveâ you slightly shove his shoulder. âHold on, letâs just stay here for a little bit Iâm tiredâ His hands wrap around your waist and he lays on your chest like itâs a pillow. You both end up falling asleep in each otherâs arms.
The light shining through your blinds suddenly awakens you from your sleep. You look next to you and you admire the way Jungkook looks in the morning. Soft snores came from his pink lips, peacefully snoozing away. Slowly his eyes begin to open, and a small smile begins to form on his lips as he takes in your beauty. âGood morning,â he says as he stretches his limbs. Tattoos out on display as he stretches his arms out in relief. He plops them over your slightly covered body and pulls you closer to him. âMorning,â you say softly to him. His doll-like eyes stare into yours then down to your lips. Moving closer, your eyes shut softly as you can feel his soft lips glide against yours. Thereâs a spark between you. Like fireworks exploding around you and butterflies erupting in your stomach. Something youâve never felt before. Loud knocking is heard from your door, causing you both to pull away.Â
âGive me a second,â you say under your breath. Nodding his head, he lets you go from his soft grip and watches as you pull a robe over your shoulders, tying it at your waist. When you pull the handle to your front door you donât expect your mother and your best friend on the other side.Â
âHi sweetie!â your mom pulls in for a tight hug, Hoseok next.Â
âHi, guys, what are you doing here?â you say with a look of confusion on your face. âSorry, we didnât call. We just wanted to surprise you!â Hoseok says with a beaming smile on his face. âWe missed you and wanted to see you. I hope this isnât a bad timeâ he continues.Â
You look back to your bedroom door as they set their stuff down in the small living room. âActually-â before you can continue, Jungkook emerges from your room dressed in the clothes from the night before. Both your mother and Hoseok pause. They look at you, then to Jungkook, and then back to you. âMaybe it is a bad time. You know, momâ Hoseok looks at your mother. You two were so close you were practically family. âI saw this cute little cafe down the street, why donât we go get some breakfast?â he looks back at you and sends you a little wink.Â
âActually I should start heading out, I need to catch up on some of my school workâ Jungkook interrupts.Â
âIt was nice to meet you guysâ he bows politely. He walks over to the door with you following behind him. Once you're at the door he turns around to face you. âIâll see you later?â he says closely. You nod your head and he leans in to place a small peck against your lips.Â
Closing the door behind you Hoseok and your mother are left shocked. âYou better start explaining yourself young ladyâ he points a stern finger at you as if you were in trouble. âYeah, honey. I didnât know you were seeing someone. Otherwise, we wouldâve come over at another timeâ your mom says to you sweetlyÂ
âNo, ma itâs okay,â you say, placing a gentle hand on her arm. âHeâs no one really, heâs just a friendâ This gets you thinking. What are you and Jungkook? You have so many unanswered questions that you want to ask. But these are the least of your worries. âSo, how long are you guys gonna be in town for?â quickly changing the subject. âA few days. School starts again soon and I wanted to see you before I went backâ Hobi says, bringing you into a hug. âPlus we havenât seen or heard from you in a while. Now I can see whyâ he raises his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner. You roll your eyes at him as you begin to tell him what has happened to you recently.Â
Back at Jungkookâs apartment, he canât stop thinking about the previous night he had spent with you. The way you looked at him, the way you touched him, the way you made him feel. This feeling was strange to him, something he had never felt before. Even with his previous partners. He canât help but replay everything over again. He wonders how you feel right now. Maybe nothing because youâre with your family.Â
He gets a notification from his phone. A party invitation to celebrate the end of the semester. He canât think of partying right now. All he can think about is you. Thinking about how you feel about him, about how he feels. Everything is so complicated. Now he remembers why he doesnât catch feelings anymore.
Does he have feelings?
Jungkook is pulled out of his trance when he hears the front door open. âHey, where were you last night? I didnât see you in your bedâ Jimin says, his arms full of bags of groceries. â___âsâ he stops in his tracks as he hears your name fall from his best friendâs lips. He quickly makes his way to where Jungkook is. Like a teenage girl waiting to hear about her friendâs first kiss he sits next to him âDid you guys do it? What happened? Are you guys dating now?â Jimin bombards him with endless questions that he doesnât have the answers to.Â
âYes we did and no weâre not dating,â he says with a sigh. âSo what are you?â Jungkook pauses to think of an answer to that question. But truthfully, he doesnât know himself. âI donât know, man. It happened so suddenly. She makes me feel something that Iâve never felt before. I donât know how to explain itâ he looks at his best friend. âIt sounds like you like her, dude. Iâve never seen you so confused about a girl before. Usually, itâs just fuck and goâÂ
Jungkook stares at the floor thinking too much on the topic. He hasnât heard from you since he left your apartment. And itâs driving him crazy. He dismisses it by changing the subject. âSo, did you hear about the party that Seonghwaâs throwing?â âYeah, you gonna go?â Jimin asks. Jungkook only shrugs his shoulders, maybe going will take him away from his worries. After all, it is the end of the semester. He deserves to let loose a bit.
âHey, sorry Iâm lateâ you look back at the voice. Jungkook leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. âItâs okay, I was just finishing up this last assignment. I was late on the deadlineâ you say typing on your computer He hums in response. âSo are you going to Seonghwaâs party? I guess heâs throwing it as a celebration for the end of the semesterâ He says leaning in making sure you are looking at him. You laugh at him for his silly antics and think for a moment.
âYeah, I think so. I donât have anything else to do so why not?â you shake your head. Finishing up your last assignment you turn it in and finally close your laptop screen. You had been at it for at least two hours with a raging headache. All you wanted to do was lie down and sleep. Jungkook could see it on your face how tired you were.
âYou look tired,â he points out. You only smile at him and lean your forehead on his shoulder. He places gentle kisses on your head and rubs small circles on your hand. âYou wanna go back to my place?â He can feel you shake your head and he smiles at your actions.Â
Itâs only later when you bring Jungkook along with you back to your apartment. He lies there on your bed as you finish getting ready for tonight. You both still havenât talked about that night you spent together and itâs driving you crazy. Jungkook is propped up against the backboard of your bed watching as you get ready. You look back at him in the mirror and you make eye contact.m That same feeling you felt ignites in your chest.
âCan you help me?â you say lifting your hair out of the way. He stands up from your bed and walks over to you.
He places his hand on your waist, the other on the zipper slowly zipping it up. He places a kiss on your bare shoulder and you turn your head to face him. He looks down at you with that same look again, the look that always had your heart racing. He leans down and connects your lips. Using his tongue to separate them, into something more heated. You moan into his mouth, softly pulling at his hair making his head tilt back. Breaking the kiss he smiles down at you and squeezes your waist.Â
âLetâs go, Jimin said they startedâ you nod your head at him. Grabbing your purse and spraying a small amount of perfume around your neck you let him pull you out the door.Â
Once you make it to the party, youâre met with the loud noise of people talking and the heavy-based music. Youâre hand in hand with Jungkook. He looks around to see if he can find any of his friends. You spot Taehyung at a table full of alcohol talking to a girl youâve never seen before. He waves over to you and Jungkook. âHey, guys! Havenât seen you in a while. How have you been?â he pulls you in for a friendly hug, but over his shoulder you can see the girl he was talking with eyeing Jungkook. A familiar feeling of jealousy starts to brew within your chest.Â
You brush it off with a smile and nod your head âIâve been good, How have you been?â you ask himÂ
âYou know, just been around doing whatever. Iâm so glad the semesterâs over. The past few months have been kicking my assâ he laughs. You were so immersed in your conversation with Taehyung that you didn't realize Jungkook was leaning down to you. âIâm gonna go find Jimin,â he says into your ear. You nod and send him a smile, he kisses the side of your head as he walks away to find his friends. As heâs walking away you catch the girl from earlier, her eyes trail along his well-built body. Once he disappears behind a door into another room she turns her head around back to you.
âAre you guys dating?â you honestly donât know how to answer her question. Technically youâre not together, but you do things other people who say they are together do. This question stirs up a load of confusion in your brain. Taehyung, noticing the awkward silence on your end, butts in and says âHeâs currently not looking for anything right now. You wanna dance?â He holds his hand out for the girl and she gladly takes it. Now that youâre left alone you realize that you donât really know anyone there.Â
You leave your spot on the hunt to look for Jungkook. His back is turned to you. Jimin looks over his shoulder looking at you, his head turning to see who his friendâs eyes had found. Jungkook walks over to you and his free hand finds your waist. âHi, baby. You having fun?â you nod your head at him. A small smile sprawled on your lips. He notices a look on your face, his eyebrows furrow in concern.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he says, placing his cup on the counter next to him. You look up to him, his hand finding yours. You can see that look again. The one he gave you before the party, it makes your heart jump in your chest. You only shake your head in response, smiling at him. âNothing, itâs just a little crowded in here,â you say into his ear.Â
âLetâs get out then. This party is kinda lame anywayâ he says as he pulls you away. You slightly tug at him, âNo, itâs okay. It looked like you were having fun. You stay Iâll just find an Uberâ He shakes his head in disagreement, âReally, I donât mind. I donât want you out by yourself. Especially at this hour. Câmonâ Sighing in defeat you follow behind him hand in hand to the front door. Jungkook had told himself that heâd go to this party to let off some steam.
But he canât seem to escape you. He doesnât want to, itâs like you both have an invisible string attached to each other by the waist. Youâre all he thinks about now. Everything reminds him of you and it scares him how much he feels for you. How much he yearns for you, but he wonât allow his heart to go through what he endured in the past. When you make it back to his apartment you take off his jacket that he had offered you earlier and place it on the coat rack next to the door.Â
âDo you want something to drink?â he says. You look back at him from the living room shaking your head at him.Â
âNo, Iâm fineâ
For some odd reason, the air between you two has shifted. It has been different since you spent the night together. None of you dared to bring it up, to discuss what was going on between the two of you. Pulling you out of your thoughts soft music plays through the apartment.
You look up at Jungkook to find him standing next to a stereo playing with the different discs in the tray next to it. He looks back at you and softly smiles. Making his way next to you on the couch he sits closely, to the point you can feel his warmth radiating from his built body.Â
Inside conjuring a warm heart, a person that doesnât match his hard exterior. His bubbly eyes look down at you, with a look that makes your heart pound. He leans in closer, your noses touching, and your breathing pattern slows down to match his. As he gets closer the music starts to fade from your head. He gently places his lips on yours. This feeling is almost like intertwining two souls. Completely magical. This makes his heart rate pick up, the same feeling he had when he came back to his apartment all those nights ago.Â
He doesnât want it to scare him, but it does.Â
Something inside tells him he should stop but he canât.Â
His heart is telling him to keep going.Â
So, he does.
Your arms find their way around his neck, while his hands grip onto your waist. He pulls you up into his lap gliding his hands up to the zipper of your dress. Jungkook pulls the strap from your shoulder slowly, leaving your dress to pool at your waist, planting kisses on your shoulder. You look down at him with a look of something he canât describe. It makes him feel warm, comfortable, and almost like heâs meant to be here with you.Â
Small moans escape your mouth as he places one of his hands on your cheek moving them up into your hair. The small snap of your bra fills the silence of the room. The touch of the cold air on your perked nipples sends a shiver down your spine. He places wet kisses down your neck, trailing down to your chest. Wrapping his pink lips around you, you gasp out in pleasure. Your hands find a place in his soft raven hair tugging slightly.Â
He draws small circles pulling you closer to him. He could never let you go. Itâs like youâre a magnet pulling him closer with each breath you take. Youâre like a never-ending labyrinth that he canât escape.Â
When did you have such an effect on him?Â
The soft touch of your fingers on his abdomen sends chills through his entire body. Lifting his shirt over his head, his abs out on display. You lean down, placing kisses over his chest. Your hand finds its way over his beating heart. His fingers wrap around your wrist, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He watches you intently. Taking in all of your beauty, completely raw.Â
What are you doing to him?Â
You make his head spin endlessly. For a moment, youâre both still. Staring into each otherâs eyes. Thereâs something different about your dynamic, something more warm, more comforting, maybe even like home. It really does frighten him deeply. But he doesnât want this to end, ever. Slowly you lean in connecting your lips once again. He turns you over onto your back, his legs on either side of you. He pulls the dress down your legs and undoes his belt as he watches your chest move up and down as you try to catch your breath.
His big hand glides over your chest up to your throat, gently squeezing. He leans down, attaching himself to you. He parts your lips with his tongue. His free hand finds its way into your panties, exploring your folds. You moan out loud as you feel his digits enter. Covering your sound with his lips you moan into his mouth. Brows furrowing in absolute pleasure. He pulls away to watch your expressions. Pure ecstasy is drawn over your face as he adds another finger.Â
He can feel himself grow harder in his boxers, watching as you enjoy yourself.
âYeah? You like that baby?â he says under his breath. You only reply with a soft moan against his lips. Your foreheads together as you have a hand playing with his hair and the other gripping the sofa. He draws circles around your clit, getting to reach your high. Moaning out his name, he crashes his lips against yours.Â
Pulling his hand away from your heat, he clutches his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them down your legs. He stands to take his boxers off, throwing them to the side. âI wanna taste you,â you say. He looks at you with his doll-like eyes. And then he shakes his head, giving you permission.
âWhy donât we have some fun?â
He lays down on the couch while you move to get on top of him. You take his hard cock into your hand, gliding it up and down. He wraps his arms around your waist planting soft kisses on your thighs. Jungkook leans in and places soft lips against your wet folds pulling you into him. Your hot breath hits the tip of cock and the sounds of his moans send vibrations through your body. Planting soft kisses to his tip you run your tongue around until you take him in fully.Â
This only gets him to be rougher. He completely pulls you down onto your face, drowning himself in your taste. You moan around his dick sucking harder. The fast motions of his tongue get you to pull off moaning out loud. âCâmon, baby. You said you wanted a tasteâ he teases.Â
Your thighs begin to shake as he tongue finds your clit, running figure 8âs harsh. You wrap your lips around him once again and begin sucking. The sound of your wet pussy resounds in the almost quiet room, along with your moans. Your hand starts to stroke him at a fast pace. He moans into you, this gets you to lift yourself off of him. He only pulls you back strongly and quickens his pace. Not being able to take it anymore, you reach your high. You moan around him pulling off of him again. He gives you time to catch up to your normal breathing pattern.
Once youâve calmed down he lifts you up so youâre facing him. His hands run up into your hair as he admires the way you look right now, sweat glistening across your forehead, your eyes slightly droopy. Youâre like a goddess in his eyes. The most ethereal being heâs ever set his eyes on, he canât look away.Â
He runs his nose across your cheek, leaving small kisses on the corner of your cheek. âYou ready for one moreâ he says quietly.Â
âMhm,â you hum softly. Carefully, Jungkook lifts his hips up slightly from the cushion beneath him.
Gently holding you, he reaches down to grab his still, hard cock. Teasing your entrance you moan out from the sensitivity. You dig your face into the crook of his neck muffling your moans. Slowly he enters you, your warm walls sucking him in. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding on to him like heâll slip through them and disappear. He starts in a slow pace, hands finding comfort on the nape of your neck. You move your head to face him watching his face contort in pleasure. Leaning in you place soft pecks on his lip gradually becoming rougher.Â
His pace picks up, roughly thrusting in hard. It doesnât take long for you to reach your high. âUse me, baby,â you say in his ear. âI can take itâ With those words he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his face into your neck. âFuck, angel youâre so good to meâ With one last stroke he fills you with his cum. Riding out his high he takes your soft lips with his and brings you into a passionate kiss. He can feel your juices drip from your spent cunt.Â
Jungkook carefully lifts you in his arms and brings you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed. He grabs a towel from his bathroom and brings it over to you. The feeling of the wet towel against you makes you twitch. He worriedly looks up at you trying to read your expression. âAre you okay?â he says.Â
âYeah, Iâm fineâ you whisper, laying a hand on his cheek.Â
âYou wanna take a shower?â nodding your head you let him carry you away to the bathroom to help you wash up. He walks in first and sets you down on your feet. Jungkook leans over to grab the body wash from the corner of the shower.
Delicately rubbing it across your body. His arm is wrapped around your tummy, keeping you stable. You watch as the soap suds wash away, listening to his calm breathing. Next, he grabs the bottle of shampoo, squirting some into his hand and then soothingly rubbing it into your hair. You turn in his arms wrapping your arms around his waist, closing your eyes as you let him take care of you. That glowing feeling in your chest starts up again. The same feeling you have any time youâre with him. Your ear is against his strong chest. Listening to his heart beat rhythmically.Â
You donât notice how tired you are until you suddenly feel the softness of his pillow hitting your head. Jungkookâs strong arms hold you tightly causing you to fall into a slumber. That night you dream about all of the events that happened.
The loud noise on the other side of the door causes you to wake up. You turn around to an empty spot on the bed next to you. You lay in bed for a moment, replaying the events of last night. When the door opens to Jungkookâs door Jimin doesnât expect you to walk out of it wearing his best friendâs shirt. âOh hi, ___,â he says with a pan of eggs in his hand. You look around for Jungkook, but to your dismay, heâs nowhere to be found. âWhereâs Jungkook?â you say.Â
âUhh, I donât know. Heâs not in there?â he says with confusion written on his face.Â
âNo, I thought heâd be out hereâÂ
âI didnât see him when I got home this morningâ
Questions start to brew in your head. You walk over to your purse that you left on the couch, digging for your phone. Looking through your contacts you look for the man in question.
Me: Hey, whereâd you go? [9:15 AM]
You walk over to pick up your clothes off the floor, embarrassed as Jimin sits at the table eating his breakfast. âIâm sure heâll turn up, he never leaves unannounced. You shake your head and give him a small nod.Â
When you get back to your apartment you set down your bag on the sofa next to the coffee table, slumping your body down along with it. The TV remote set beside you as you turned it on to kill time now that you no longer had class for the time being. About an hour passes by and still no sign of Jungkook. Your suspicion grows larger. He never takes this long to respond.Â
The sound of your keys rings through your ear as you pick them up from the bowl next to the door. You drive with only one place in mind. The rapid knocking disrupts Jinâs peaceful slumber. His mouth was wide open as he sleeps his life away. Quickly he jolts from his bed and walks over to his front door. âWho the hell is knocking at my door at eleven oâclock in the morning?â he grumbles under his breath. When he opens the door heâs met with an irritated look on your face. â__?âÂ
âWhereâs Jungkook? I spent the night at his and he disappeared and now he isnât returning my messagesâÂ
Jin looks at you in confusion. âIs everything alright? He hasnât come by in a whileâ he saysÂ
âI donât know, Iâm just-â you pause
âIâm worried about himâÂ
Now Jin looks even more confused. âDaddy?â Minchae speaks behind her father, dressed in her unicorn pajamas and half of her hair is up in a small bun. The moment she realizes itâs you on the other side of the door she gasps in joy and quickly runs up to you, engulfing you with her tiny arms. âHi sweetie,â you say, a soft smile playing across your lips. âAre you here to see Uncle Kookie?!â she exclaims. âAhhh Minnie, I think mommy wanted to finish doing your hair, only one side of your head is doneâÂ
âMommy said she was gonna put my hair into space buns!âÂ
âOhh so thatâs what those are called, well you better hurry up so you look even more beautiful for todayâ you watch as the father-daughter scene plays out. You canât believe how much youâve grown to love this little girl in only one night. Absolutely adorable. âIâm sorry, ___ but I havenât seen Kook in at least a few weeks.â a look of disappointment grows across your features. âItâs okay, thank you,â you say.Â
You sit in your car âcompletely distraught. Your phone in your hand, tight in your grasp. The device buzzes once, and then twice. No answer. Jungkook looks down at his phone, reading your name with the cute flower emoji that always reminded him of you. He couldnât bring himself to face you yet. Every single time heâs around you itâs like you consume him. Itâs like heâs lost in his own world filled with you. Nobody around him matters except for you â and it terrifies the fuck out of him this feeling completely engulfs him.Â
Jungkook lies in the open field close to the park he took you to all those weeks ago. Trapped in nothing but a void of endless thoughts of what he has to do now. Mind hazy. He looks down at his phone again, your name appears once again. For the second time, he ignored it.Â
1 month later
The fall leaves crunch under your new Uggs you bought a while back. The new semester has started and now it is time for endless nights of no sleep and studying. The buzzing of your phone vibrates against you, pulling it out of your back pocket. âHey,â you say. âHi, you wanna meet up later during lunch?â You pull your phone away from your ear to check if you have any classes around that time. âYeah, letâs meet up at one?âÂ
âSounds good, Iâll see you thenâ You hang up the phone and continue on your way to class. When you get there, there aren't as many students as you were expecting. Some of them may have still been on vacation. I mean, could you blame them? No one ever wants to go back to school after a long break. But it has to be done somehow.Â
You sit down in the seat you always sat at, looking over to the seat next to you. Feeling pain in your chest as you think about the man that would sit next to you every day. The man that broke your heart. Looking away and down at your last semester notes to refresh your brain.Â
After the many hours of looking down at your professors, you finally manage to make it to the diner. You slump down into your seat, throwing your bag onto the one next to you. âRough day?â Hoseok says. He decided to transfer to your school during his second semester. He says that they offered more than they did back home. âDude, you donât understand how much my head hurts. Itâs only my first day back and Iâve written so many notes itâs not even funnyâ you complain. Your best friend chuckles at you as he looks down at the menu to figure out what he was going to have for lunch.Â
âHow do you like the school? Itâs nice, rightâ you ask. He looks up at your question.Â
âYeah, it is. I didnât realize how big it wasâ Thereâs silence for a moment until he speaks again. âHave you heard from him?â You pause whatever youâre doing and bring your attention to him again. Clearing your throat you say âNo, I havenât. And I donât think I want toâÂ
âWhen was the last time you heard from him?âÂ
âUh-â you pause
âThe last time I spent the night with him after that partyâ Itâs silent again.Â
âWhat a douche,â he says. âHeâs an asshole for that. How does he go from being all over you and acting like a couple when-â
âI donât know, I just wanna stop talking about it.â you interrupt. From then on you only talk about school and the thought of you getting a cat.
âHow can they be so cute yet so dumb sometimes?â you ask yourself. The compilation of cats is displayed on the TV as youâre dressed in a thin tank top and a pair of sweatpants. Ice cream in your hands âafter the eventful day you had you deserved it. Itâs not only when you're interrupted by a knocking on your door. After finally getting comfortable you, once again, have to get up. Maybe it was Hoseok coming back to get something he left. âWhat did you forget this time?â you yell.
You completely stop when you find that it isnât your best friend on the other side of your door. But the man that would give you those same sparkly eyes whenever he was around you. âWhat are you doing here?â it comes out in almost a whisper. â__â Jungkook walks forward to hold you.
You flinch back, moving your arms to cross over your stomach. His heart hurts at your actions. But he understands why you did it.
âI wanna talk to you.â he says quietly.
He steps into the house and closes the door behind him. âWhat is there to talk about? I didnât think you had anything to talk aboutâ you threw at him.
âIâm sorry-â
âYouâre sorry?â
âYouâre sorry for making me look like a fucking idiot?â you can feel your blood begin to boil. Tear ducts forming at your waterline âthe lump in your throat beginning to grow, preventing you from speaking.
âYouâre not sorry for shit Jungkook, you made me feel so shitty about myself for thinking-â your voice breaks âFor thinking what, __?â
âFor thinking that you loved me! For thinking that I actually saw something with you, fuck! Jungkook, you donât understand, you donât understand how much you hurt me.â you cry to him screaming at the top of your lungs.
Jungkook is completely still. Unmoving.
âI do, love youâ he says quietly.
But you donât take it.
âBullshitâ
You move your head to the side, not baring to look at him. âGet out,â
âPlease-â
âGet out! I donât want to see you anymoreâ you exclaim. But, he resists. Jungkook walks up to you, wanting so badly to hold you for hurting you. Much to his surprise, you let him. âIâm sorry, baby,â he says into your hair. Your face is buried into his chest, the fabric of his hoodie becoming soaked because of you. âNoâ you muffle.
âNo. No, no, no!â
You push him away. Hitting on his chest, he looks down at you, a shameful look on his face. âGet out! Leave!â you pound on his chest. He takes every hit like itâs nothing. It only irritates you further. âPlease, leave Jungkookâ he nods in response. Slowly making his way to the same door he walked through.
Sobs echo through the apartment. Falling to your knees you cry into your hands.
Jungkook, still on the other side of the door, hears your sobs. His own tear fell down his round cheeks. He couldnât do anything but beat himself up over and over again for the way he treated you. For the way he acted towards you and for leaving you in such an awful state. He makes it back to his car, and he sits there for a moment in silence, lip quivering as he thinks about everything he had put you through.
PresentÂ
âFinally! It took you about five thousand years to leave that roomâ Jimin says dramatically. The afternoon sun was shining and he had been in and out of the house for the majority of the day. However, Jungkook had been wallowing in his guilt. The guilt heâs felt for the past month and the additional days. The quiet boy sits at the counter sluggishly. Days passed since he last saw you. You were all he thought about â day and night every hour and every second. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âLike a total fuck upâ voice groggy.Â
âCâmon, have you at least tried talking to her?â thereâs a long silence until Jungkook says something. âShe doesnât want to talk-â Just the thought of not being able to hold you or even look at you is killing him on the inside. âShe doesnât want anything to do with me. Man, what the fuck am I going to do? Iâm so lostâ he admits.Â
He was so scared of this. Losing you. You were the bane of his happiness and he did everything but keep you safe, instead, he completely let everything go â including you. The cluttering of the bowl and spoon snaps Jungkook out of his thoughts. âWell you need to eat, I havenât seen you this disoriented since you had to say bye to Gureum when you left home. Youâre even worse nowâÂ
His appetite has gone away ever since he stopped talking to you. He had been spiraling, thinking all about you â how he felt about you. He couldnât take it anymore, the overthink, the constant hurt of not spending his time with you. Staring at his bowl of cereal contemplating if he should call you, he doubts youâd ever pick up but he has to try, right? Jungkook stands from the counter and walks back to his room. âHey! You didnât finish eating!â Jimin exclaims from the other room. Frantically, Jungkook searches everywhere for his phone. He hadnât picked it up in days and has been sitting somewhere in his room untouched.Â
Finally, when he finds the piece of technology he quickly presses the power button; wishing for it to turn on already. To his dismay, it had been dead since he set it down. He looks around for his charger. After finding the wretched thing he plugs it into the outlet next to his bed and plugs the other end into his phone.Â
After what felt like hours the phone displayed a white apple in the middle of it. He scrolls through his contacts looking for your name desperately. That flower that will forever remind him of you appears in front of his eyes and he quickly clicks it. The multiple rings vibrate through his ear.Â
âCâmonâÂ
Your call has been forwardedâ
âFuckâ he tries one more time. The ringing begins but quickly ends after the fourth. His brows touched in distraught. âFuck __,â he says under his breath. Out of impulse, Jungkook picks up whatever clothes he finds first and throws them on. Not caring about how heâd look in front of you.Â
He rushes out of his bedroom door and picks up his keys from the bowl set on the counter. After hearing the noise Jimin says âWhere are you going?â but before the younger could respond he was already out of the door. Upon opening the door Jungkook swiftly closes it when he gets into the driverâs seat and carefully but hurriedly makes his way to your place.Â
A stop light prevents him from getting there any quicker he yells âFucking light, hurry up!â.Â
Following up after many stop signs and stop lights, he finally makes it to the place he yearns to be at the most. Almost running up the steps he trips over one. âShitâ He reaches your floor and walks up to the door. Repeatedly knocking on the wood. He takes his phone out of his sweat pocket and pulls up your chat.Â
Me: Please open the door [3:00 PM]
He waits for the dancing dots to appear and when they do his heart jumps for just a moment but only for it to settle down after reading your text.Â
__ đș: no i donât want to see you [3:01 PM]
âIâm not gonna go away unless you open this door!!â
âGo away Jungkook!â he hears your voice over his excessive knocking.Â
âPlease, I want to talk to youâ Itâs only when he hears shuffling on the other side of the door that he stops.Â
Everything disappears when he sees your face again. After going a day without seeing you. âWhat do you wantâ your eyes look everywhere but him.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âAnd before you say anything let me just explainâ you stand there blankly looking at his boba like eyes that you always adored.Â
âI love how much you care for others, I love how you can take a joke and not get upset about it, I love the way you look at me, I love the way you are with me, I love everything about you, __â you stare at him with glassy eyes. You bite your lip, preventing yourself from letting out a sob.Â
âI love you so much that Iâm scared that Iâll lose you. Scared that you wonât love me back. Fuck I love you so much that it pains me to see how much I hurt youâ now Jungkook has tears forming. You hear him sniffle, your hand coming up to wipe the tear that had slid down his cheek.Â
âOh, Jungkookâ
âI love you, tooâÂ
After hearing those three words, his hands cup your cheeks. âI love you so much,â he says against your lips â softly pecking until he wraps his around yours.
The early night breeze flows through your window. The large man wraps his arms around your waist, holding on to you tightly â almost as if youâd vanish if he let go. Your hands are tangled into his hair playing with the soft mane against your fingers. A show plays in the background that none of you are really paying attention to. His hands find their way under your shirt softly touching your skin. Itâs not until you yawn into your hand does he looks up at you. âAre you tired?âÂ
âYeah, a little bitâÂ
He moves up so heâs now in front of your face, and his eyes move down to your lips. Gently brushing against them. One of your arms wraps around his neck â securing him in his spot. âDo you want to go to bed?â you shake your head up and down and stare into his bright eyes.Â
To your surprise, he tightens his grip around your waist and properly carries you to your room. Jungkook kicks the door open softly and carefully places you on the bed. He hovers over you for just a moment until heâs leaning in. Lips locking, his hands roam your stomach. His tongue tangles with yours, his hand moving towards your face, cuffing your cheek delicately swiping his thumb over it.Â
âLetâs go to bed,â he says, pulling away a bit.Â
âYou know what, Iâm not really that tired.Â
That sly grin appears on your face and he shakes his head at it. âOh, really?âÂ
âMhm, maybe I can stay up for another hour or twoâÂ
Slowly, he slides your body up further on the bed, hands roaming your waist. His lips place feather-light kisses on the side of your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck bringing him closer to you â your lips colliding. Delicately, handling you as if youâd break if he was any rougher. âCan I take this off?âÂ
âMmâ Jungkookâs fingers hook with the waistline of your pants slowly dragging it down your body. Along with your panties, the cold air hits your pussy â a shiver running along your spine. Jungkook kisses down to your waist, lifting your shirt a bit to reveal the softness of your skin.Â
His mouth hovering over your nether lips. Kisses are pressed against your inner thigh. Your head tilted to the ceiling, relishing in his careful touches. Finally, Jungkookâs hands wrap around your thighs, bringing you closer to him. The warmth of his breath against your sex.Â
Your hands find comfort in his soft raven hair tugging harshly, you plead âPlease, babyâ
âI gotchu Angel, donât worryâ his eyes look up at your desperate expression. He dives in, licking a long stripe against your tainted pussy â legs thrown over his shoulders. Moaning, your other hand finds the pillow beneath your head. His erratic movements pull sounds from you that heâs been yearning to hear for so long now.Â
In complete bliss, he brings you impossibly closer. His tongue finds your bundle of nerves running figure 8s along where youâre most sensitive. A finger prods at your entrance, slowly but surely entering you. âFuck,âÂ
âYeah? You like that baby?â he watches as your face contorts in pleasure. Soon enough he adds another. The nasty sounds of your soaked pussy fills the room. âRight there, JungkookâÂ
âAm I making you feel good Angel?â
âYes, yes, yes!â you scream.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cu-â Itâs then again that his mouth dives in. Much rougher, his tongue faster. The squeeze to your thighs and his harsh movements are what send you over the edge. âYes! Jungkook, right there babyâ you moan. Your essence spills onto him, he takes his time cleaning you up with his mouth. Your hips twitch out of sensitivity.Â
âI know, baby. I knowâÂ
He kisses your stomach before making his way back to you. He connects his lips with yours, you can taste yourself on his tongue. The sides of his mouth are wet from your cum. âItâs not fair that Iâm the only one without clothesâÂ
Jungkookâs hands run along the sides of your waist. âWho said I was done?âÂ
He stands tall in front of you. His hands fall to grab the hem of his shirt â pulling it away from his torso along his sweatpants and boxers. His cock hitting his stomach, the sight making you drool.Â
Hurriedly he connects your lips, tongues colliding. Your hand finds the nape of his neck playing with his now long hair. The same feeling explodes within his chest. The same feeling he was so scared of dealing with, now becoming a part of him.Â
âI need you, babyâ
âYou have me, my loveâÂ
Love. So unfamiliar yet it comes so natural to him now â with you.
His cock prods at your entrance, sliding it against your wet pussy. âEugh, baby please, pleaseâ you beg. Jungkook places small kisses against your lips as if to calm you down. âI gotchu baby, I need you to relax for meâÂ
Slowly he slides home, easily entering you. Wrapping your arms around his neck âholding tightly. His hips rock into yours slowly at first. The euphoria of finally being with you filled his mind.Â
At last, heâs with the one he most treasures, the person that has found home in his heart.Â
His hands ran along your thigh, lifting so your legs were wrapped around him. After making sure you were comfortable enough he picks up the pace. The room is filled with the filthy sounds of your moans combined with the squelching of your pussy.Â
âYou okay baby?âÂ
Your head bobs up and down you say âMore than okayâ
He worships you through the whole night. Thanking every star above that theyâve brought you to him. âI love you, angel, so much,â he says in an almost whisper. His hand cupped your cheek running his thumb along the softness of your cheek.
âI love you tooâ stars are in your eyes. Watching as the man before you admires every part of you. Never wishing to let go. His hand comes down to where you need him most. Rubbing figure 8s along your clit. And this drives you over the edge. Your thighs shake, clenching around his cock â sucking him in.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cumâÂ
âPlease come in me, baby. I need you so badâÂ
With his final thrust, your walls are covered with white ropes of his cum. The room is now silent, only filled with your breathing. âDid I hurt you?â he says. Silently shaking your head you look up at him, examining every freckle and mole on his well-structured face. âLetâs get you cleaned up then, hmm?âÂ
âOkayâÂ
Jungkook gets up and walks over to your bathroom, already knowing where everything is. When he comes back to the bed he finds you fast asleep. A small chuckle escapes from his lips as he plays with the towel in his hands. He picks up his boxers he had tossed somewhere across the room and puts them on. He looks through your drawers and looks for something more comfortable for you to sleep in.Â
Carefully he dresses you in one of his T-shirts he had left there a while ago and your panties. Jungkook tucks the both of you into bed, cuddling into your chest. Quietly he says âI love you, Angel. More than youâll ever know.
 The room is still dark when you wake up. The dim lamp is lit on the corner of your desk. Jungkook is sat up against the headboard, his phone illuminating his strong features. The clock beside you reads 5:45 AM. He hears the ruffling of your sheets beside him, pulling his attention away from his phone and to you.Â
âHey, what are you doing awake?â you say. He shrugs his shoulders and replied âDunno, couldnât sleepâÂ
âI was up all night thinkingâÂ
âThinking about what?â he strikes your curiosity. âAbout how much I hurt you, and how I caused you to hurt so much because of my stupid feelings-â
âBaby, it doesnât matter now. Weâre together now, right? Letâs focus on us right now. Not what happened in the pastâ you say, kissing the mark on his shoulder. âI know, itâs justâ he pauses. âI shouldâve talked to you, instead of walking away, yâknow? This all couldâve been avoided if I had just came to you.âÂ
âI know that itâs hard to express what youâre feeling. But I can help you through that. The only way I can do that is if you donât shut me out, I need to know whatâs wrong so we can get through whatever it is togetherâ his eyes are focused on his fingers playing with the comforter.Â
âHey, look at meâ Your hand tilts his head towards you. Those bubbly eyes looking at you now. âI need you to talk to me, okay?â he nods his head. Eyes teary after thinking about everything. He sniffles, lips quivering. âI love you,â you comfort. You run your thumb across his lips gently, calming him down. âI love you tooâ You lean closer to him, placing kisses against his lips.Â
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âUncle Kookie!!â Minchae calls for her favorite uncle. âHey, munchkin, how are you?â he places a kiss on her cheek. You watch from behind your boyfriend smiling from ear to ear watching him with his baby niece. âIâm good! Hi auntie!â she says to you next. âHey Minnie, I missed you!â you say as she practically dives into your arms. You both walk to the backyard where everyone else is. Everyone greets the both of you warmly. Hugs are given and small conversations are made.Â
You have occupied yourself with Aria as you speak on and on about how much Minchae has grown. Watching her play with all of the toys she had lying around in the grass. Jin and Namjoon stood by the grill conversing as well. Jimin had been playing one of his Mario games with Taehyung and Yoongi had his guitar in his hand, playing a soft melody, setting the mood.
This is what Jungkook had been looking for: surrounded by the people he loved the most. His eyes find you watching his niece do one of the funny dances she always likes to do. A smile adores your pretty lips, your cheeks rosy from the slight fall breeze. He loved seeing you happy like this, loved how you were with his friends, loved the way you always had room in your heart for anyone, no matter the circumstance.Â
Jungkook loved you and will forever say those three words for the rest of his life.
yay!! after so long, I've finished wait for your love đ„č. it has been a long time coming but i pray you all like it. this has to be my favorite to have written AND my longest! i do hope that in the future that i have the ability to create more stories like this one. i do have a few ideas in mind but ill let this one sink in đ. happy reading lovelies đ
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Wounds We Never Show // Prologue: Before It All âjjk.
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â„pairing: Jungkook x reader
â„genre/rating: 18 + explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, these two really do hate each other
â„chapter warnings: Fighting (verbal), swearing, mutual hate
â„word-count: 2.4k
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Your final together was tomorrow, after a month of painfully hard work it would finally be over. Except you hadnât heard from Jungkook this week at all. From what you can tell he seemed to finish all of his portion of the work. You on the other hand, due to some finals, were a little behind but you had no doubts that you would be able to catch up.Â
Not hearing from Jungkook did have you somewhat concerned.Â
You both were normal last week but this week radio silence. You had texted him just keeping him updated on the progress of your work. You choked it up to him probably being swamped with his own work, and his own projects for other classes. So you tried not too worry.Â
You sent one more text, anxiety rising with each passing minute.
:hey sorry to text you again. Iâm just checking in! I should be able to finish in the next hour or two, so donât worry.
:we are going to kill this presentation in the morning.
May have been a touch late to texting someone, it was 1:30 in the morning. You didnât care though, he had texted you at like two in the morning before. So, you figured heâd forgive you.
But the second you sent the text.
The lights and your laptop had switched off. You sat in completely darkness. Suddenly the emergency lights shown by your door. You turned on your flashlight. Your laptop was old so your power being out means that you donât have a laptop to work on. You made your way to the hall where some others had gathered. Asking what had happened.
Your RA eventually came up to your floor and told everyone not to worry, they were going to have the power on soon and to stay in our rooms for now. That we would get some text updates. You decided to not panic yet, soon after you did get a text saying that their was a an on campus outage and the problem would be resolved soon.
âSeriously?â you muttered, going back into your room. You texted Jungkook again.
:hey sorry I swear this is the last one, power in my dorm is out.
:and you know how my laptop is, so I have to wait until the power comes back.
:still going to kill it tomorrow!
Forty-five agonizing minutes later, the power finally returned. You rushed back to your laptop, praying everything was still there. But when you opened your document, it was blank. Completely empty.
âNo,â you whispered, frantically searching for any backup.
Your entire month of work was gone. You tried finding a previous version, but there was nothing. Not on your hard drive, not in your email, not even a single backup copy. Every word, every citation, every carefully crafted paragraphâvanished. Except... Jungkook might have a copy.
You grabbed your phone and called him, your fingers trembling. Voicemail. You called again, and it rang once before going straight to voicemail again.
âJungkook, pick up. Something happened. I need you to call me back.â
Panic set in as you scoured every corner of your computer. Desperate, you even checked old drafts and random notes on your phone, but there was nothing. Your heart sank. You called Jungkook two more times, but there was still no answer.
You were going to have to start over.
You knew the materialâyouâd been working on it every day for a monthâbut rewriting it from memory was going to be a nightmare. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and started typing. Every minute felt like an hour, but you pushed through. Tiredness clawed at you, and your eyes stung from the screenâs glare, but there was no other option.
Five hours later, you finally finished. The paper was nowhere near perfect, but it was something. A B, maybe a C at best, but it was better than nothing. Exhaustion overtook you the second you hit save, and you collapsed into bed.
It felt like only a second had passed when your eyes snapped open. You scrambled for your phone, the panic setting in again.
10:05 AM.
Ten missed texts and three missed calls from Jungkook.
âNo!â You leapt out of bed, pulling on the first clothes you found, emailing the paper to yourself while sprinting out the door. You raced across campus, nearly tripping as you weaved through students, your breath burning in your lungs. By the time you reached the classroom, the hallway was filled with students leaving.
You pushed through the door, your hair a mess, sweat dripping down your forehead.
âShit, no, no, please.â You spotted your professor leaving and tried to push your way forward, only to be blocked by Jungkook.
âLook who finally decided to show up,â he sneered as you stumbled in, breathless and disheveled.
âJungkook--â you began, but he cut you off.
âWhere the hell have you been? Why werenât you here?â His voice was icy, and he took a menacing step toward you, making you step back.
âIâI fell asleep!â You stammered, tears welling up. Your exhaustion was really hitting you, and you couldnât hold them in, âDid you see my texts? My calls? My voicemails?â
âTexts and calls donât mean shit if youâre not here!â he snapped. âYouâre acting like you care, but you clearly donât. Youâve been flaky this entire time.â
âJungkook, thatâs not fairââ
âNot fair?â he cut in, voice rising. âMaybe you did this on purpose! Maybe youâve been plotting to screw me over!â
The accusation hit hard. âAre you seriously accusing me of sabotaging you? Iâve worked my ass off for this project!â
Jungkookâs eyes were cold. âAnd where were you when it mattered? You think your excuses are enough? Friends donât disappear.â
The recent reconciliation between the both of you now dissolving on the ground between the both of you. You both had taken huge strides to become friends despite your resistance.
âFriends donât accuse each other of being petty schemers!â you shot back, the anger surging. âIâve been working all night to fix this, and youâre just throwing all my effort back in my face!â
âMaybe Iâm tired of your games,â Jungkook retorted, his voice dripping with contempt. âMaybe David was right about you. Maybe he was right that this is something you do.â
David, your ex-boyfriend. Who had manipulated so many people into believing that you were crazy, when he had cheated on you multiple times. What hurt worse? Jungkook knew all of this, knew that David was an asshole. Knew that David was an awful person who lied every time he spoke.
Now he was throwing it in your face, what the hell was wrong with him?
The sting of his words was unbearable. âHow dare you! I trusted you to be reasonable. You said you believed me when it came to what David said about me. How dare you throw that in my face! I came here ready to explain, ready to make things right. But youâre too busy being a jackass to listen.â
âI may be a jackass but at least I can be relied upon.â he said quietly, almost dismissively.
The words cut deeper than any knife. âYou know what? I donât need to defend myself to someone whoâs already made up their mind. Youâre not worth the effort, since you are so quick to blame others. Youâre just like David after all.â
You turned away, feeling tears spill down your face. You walked away, not looking back. You had to save your grades, even if it meant cutting ties with Jungkook for good. Didnât really matter, you two didnât know each other that well anyways.
You found your professor, explained everything through your tears, and showed him the evidence. He listened, though his sympathy couldnât override the rules. He allowed you to submit your rewritten paper but couldnât let you do the presentation. He promised to grade fairly but couldnât guarantee a good mark.
You received a D. It was lower than you hoped but enough to pass. Jungkook, however, failed, delaying his graduation.
You felt a grim satisfaction, but the bitterness lingered. The loss of the friendship gnawed at you, even if you hated him. Youâd never see him again, and you were more than okay with that.
That was five years ago now.
The memory lingered as fresh and raw as ever. You had moved on, grown, and carved out a space where Jungkookâs existence didnât matter. That was until you became friends with Melanie, who in every sense of the word was your best friend. Though, because fate is a funny thing, she fell in love with Namjoon. Namjoonâs closest friend was none other than Jungkook.
That relationship kept you and Jungkook in each other's lives for longer than either of you had cared for.
Forcing the two of you back into each otherâs orbit. That also meant facing Jungkook repeatedly, each time resulting in fights so venomous you wondered how Melanie and Namjoon put up with it. So many clashes over so many years, so many attempts by mutual friends proved futile in bringing the both of you together. Eventually, everyone gave up and just made sure to never have the two of you in a room together.
Now with Namjoon and Melanieâs engagement, a wedding loomed around the corner.
You leaned against the kitchen counter, mind still reeling from the past. The fallout from that final class had changed everything. Every time you saw Jungkook since then, it was an instantâwords turned to daggers, and every conversation became a battlefield. Neither of you ever backed down; pride kept you both locked in a bitter stalemate.
âJust a heads-up,â Melanie said, breaking you out of your thoughts. She hesitated, eyes flicking away as if bracing for impact. âI know how you two feel about each other, but heâs Namjoonâs best friend.â
You knew what was coming, but you still grimaced. âDonât tell me.â
Melanie sighed. âJungkook is his best man.â
You clenched your jaw, the anger bubbling up instantly. You had known this was inevitable, but it didnât make it any easier to hear. âOf course, he is.â
Melanieâs living room felt unusually tense, the soft glow of the evening sun doing little to warm the atmosphere. Melanie had always been the bridge between you and Jungkookâconstantly trying to keep the peace, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this time was different. You couldnât just show up, exchange a few biting remarks with Jungkook, and call it a day. This was her wedding. This was the culmination of everything sheâd dreamed of, and she deserved your best effort.
Melanie took a deep breath, her stern expression softening just slightly. âI know itâs a big ask, and I wouldnât push it if I didnât have to. But Namjoon and Jungkookâtheyâve been through so much together. Heâs not just a friend to Namjoon; heâs like a brother. And I need you both to make this work.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of her words. Melanie was trying to keep the peace, but the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. She had seen you and Jungkook tear each other down time and again. Seeing the tears you shed over the times he would hit the nail on the head, and say something that went too far. Held you back from starting a physical altercation with him.
Each encounter was more bitter than the last, and every argument chipped away at the thin veneer of civility you both clung to.
âI promise,â you said, your voice steady despite the resentment simmering underneath. âIâll be on my best behavior.â
Melanieâs lips twitched into a small smile, but her eyes remained cautious. âThank you. And I mean it, no half-hearted attempts. I need rainbows and kindness coming out of both of your asses.â
You laughed despite yourself, appreciating the way Melanie could still inject humor into even the most awkward of situations. âGot it. Rainbows and kindness. Iâll bring a whole damn unicorn if thatâs what it takes.â
âGood, I donât know what I would do if we had another new years situation.â Although it was years ago, that was probably the worst fight you and Jungkook had. The things that were said and the drink you dumped on him are very present in your mind. Made you laugh to yourself even but it definitely caused a bot of an issues in your group.
You shook your head, feeling a familiar pang of bitterness. âYeah that was a really low moment for me. I think because of that things between us will never change. Heâs still that same arrogant jerk who canât own up to his mistakes. And Iâm done pretending I care enough to fix anything.â
âPeople change,â she said softly, it was something she tried to convince you of many times. âBut I get it. You donât have to be friendsâyou just have to coexist.â
âThat, I can do,â you said firmly. âIâm not going to let him ruin this for you.â
âThank you,â Melanie said, squeezing your hand. âIâm so happy you accepted the role. I couldnât imagine my wedding without you there.â
âFor you? Anything,â you replied, your resolve hardening. You would hold onto your promise to Melanie, no matter how much Jungkook got under your skin. This wedding was about Namjoon and Melanie, not you and whatever animosity you harbored toward Jungkook.
The room lapsed into a comfortable silence, but your mind was racing, already plotting ways to avoid Jungkookâs inevitable provocations. You pictured the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony, the receptionâany scenario where the two of you would be forced to interact. You would keep your distance, smile politely, and not engage. If Jungkookâs presence was like a storm cloud threatening to ruin the day, you would be calm. You owed Melanie that much.
âWhen the wedding rolls around, Iâll keep up appearances and be civil and kind,â you said, trying to reassure not just Melanie, but yourself. âJungkook might be the spawn of Satan, but as long as I donât speak to him directly, everything will go perfectly.â
No amount of promises could erase the deep-seated anger you felt every time you saw his face. This time, though, you would have to bury it, if only for a weekend. You would smile through gritted teeth, hold your tongue when he inevitably said something infuriating, and pretend you were above it all.
You had months to prep yourself though. Plenty of time to make sure that nothing Jungkook could do could piss you off.
Nothing that weekend will surprise you.
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Wounds We Never Show // Series Page
Jeon Jungkook Series
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â„pairing: Jungkook x reader
â„genre/rating: 18 + explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, these two really do hate each other
â„description: You and Jungkook have always been at each other's throats, bound by a mutual disdain that runs deep. You both would rather step into traffic than be alone together. But when a chance encounter at a wedding leads to an unexpected and forbidden arrangement, the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur.
As your fiery clashes give way to stolen moments and fragile truces, both of you are forced to confront the pain and secrets that have kept you apart for so long. When the past and present collide, you and Jungkook must decide whether the scars you both hide are worth revealingâand if your fractured bond can ever be whole again.
â„warnings/tags: nurse!reader, medical things, SMUT, swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, hurt/comfort, slooooowwwww burrrrrnnnnnnnnnn, mentions of cheating (not the main pair), minor character death (none of the boys), eventual happy ending,
â„disclaimer: Fic is cross posted to ao3, every chapter I will give associated warnings and tags that apply.
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Prologue // Ch.1 // Ch.2 // Ch.3 // Ch.4 // Ch.5 // Ch.6 // Ch.7 // Ch.8 // Ch.9 // Ch.10 // Ch.11 // Ch.12 // ... More to Come
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COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m)Â â JJK
jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂ© to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (explicit smut, fluff, light angst) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
WORD COUNTÂ 26.6k
WARNINGS/MISC fwb!au, college!au, basketball player!jk, kinda secret relationship(?)!au, nerdy!oc but not really sheâs just very school-oriented, jk is tatted up here and is very yummy especially in his jersey sighs, hes also rich lol, school journalist!reader, jk calls oc a lot of petnames, basketball stuff im not sure are accurate t-t. multiple sex scenes honestly idek where all of these came from but they include: unprotected sex (this is a fanfiction everything tends to be crazy around these areas donât do it irl pls omg lol), penetrative sex, creampie, cumplay, car sex, jkâs silver chain hehe, slight cockwarming, oral sex (f and m receiving), jk wears those curvy headbands thing (they look so cute on guys in fact he wore it once), shower sex. if there is anything i left out, pls tell me so that i can add them here. jungkooks visual is jungkook at jitb listening party .Â
NOTES if u have been following me you'll know this is a repost haha! i decided to publish this again so you can read it on tumblr if u dont like to read on ao3! also, please pleasssseee send me guys your feedbacks after reading it even a keyboard smash goes a long way anyway ill shut up now i hope you guys enjoy this monster!! last note, pls be gentle with my cn&bl babies <33
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The late March weather has been cold these days, so when Jungkook â in his real fuckboy fashion â texted you that his nose could use a heater and he could offer to warm you up in return, you agreed for him to come over even though you pretended to be disgusted by his offer.Â
âHurry,â you whimper as aforementioned man manhandles you to get you off his lap, making you bounce on the mattress.
Just like that, the warmth from being pressed against his body was gone, exchanged by the cold immediately spreading goosebumps through your skin as Jungkook makes quick work of spreading your legs, eliciting a bit of an uncomfortable feeling from you as you feel your cum leaking out.
Jungkook swipes a hand through his sweaty hairline as he kneels inside your spread legs, and you have to fight a moan at the sight. You still feel a little delirious from when he made you cum the second time just a minute ago, still lightheaded from the high of it. But you canât deny that he always looks so good in all his natural, naked form; chest heaving, toned stomach coated in sheer sweat, his biceps â especially the tatted one â bulging as he reaches for your hips to pull you down so he could enter you once again.
It tears a cry from your vocal chords, him thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, his pace frantic and inconsistent, a tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm. His grunts, together with your pathetic little moans at the feel of his cock touching every part of your pussy filled the room.
âFuck, Iâm close,â he groans, leaning down, and as a result, reaching deeper into you, mouth reaching for your breast to your mouth. The kiss is a sloppy act of both of you just breathing in each otherâs mouths, as Jungkook drills your pussy faster, his fingers tightening around your waist. A particular hard thrust got you drawing out a loud mewl and thatâs what tips Jungkook over the edge. âF-fuck â shit, where do I cum baby? Tell me, tell me.â
âInsideâ fuck. Please cum inside me,â
He lets out a sharp breath and after a few more erratic strokes, you feel his hot release painting your inner walls.
âShit,â Jungkook hissed as he fell on top of you. You can feel the way heâs heaving as his skin touches yours, but you let yourself relax on the mattress, breathing shallow breaths.
Since heâs way more athletic than you, he got over it soon and you feel him picking himself up to hover over you, beginning to plant kisses all over your chest and the mole in between them; your nipples, your shoulders, your collarbones.
âKook,â you call softly, your limp hand patting his ass to get his attention. He always gets so preoccupied with kissing your body after sex.
Jungkook hums, but he looks at you. âYeah?â
You grunt. âI jwashed my sheets two days ago and I donât want cum stains on them.â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â he leans down, and even though you were complaining just now, you let out quite a joyful hum when he kisses you. âLet me see first.â
You donât need to ask what heâs referring to.
Pushing your body back up, Jungkook takes it upon himself to get his body off of you only to watch as you slide two fingers over your pussy, spreading the lips so he can see the combination of your and his cum all over it.
âYou need to hurry, Nayeon is coming home in a few minutes.â
He doesnât even try to look like heâs concerned about the urgency of that matter, just hums absentmindedly and gets his own finger to run over your exposed heat. You shiver at the contrast of the hot feeling of your pussy and the cold feeling of his finger, but it soon turns into pleasure when he gathers your cum and pushes it back into you.
âAre you going to keep it in for me?â He whispers, a thumb now caressing your hip.
âDepends.â
Jungkook looks back up at you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. âOn what?â
âIf youâre going to be good and say please when you want something.â You grin at him, feeling pretty proud of yourself for catching him off guard. It doesnât last long very much though as he smirks, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you hear a series of knocks and your eyes widen at that.
You hissed. âShit, thatâs Nayeon.â
You sit up from the bed. Jungkook mirrors your haste, scrambling to find his clothes on the floor and putting them on quickly. You have your robe just nearby so you put just that on, ignoring the tingling sensation of cum trickling down your legs.
âI have to go.â Jungkook whispers, and you nod, walking towards the window on the far end of the room and opening it up widely.
Like usual, Jungkook steps on the frame and easily hauls himself outside. Itâs the backside of the building of your complex, and itâs mostly and usually quiet, so it was pretty safe for him to just go out of there without anyone noticing, and most especially at times like this. Because Nayeon canât know. No one can.
âIâll see you later, pretty.â
Jungkook winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes, waving him off which earns a laugh from him. He easily saunters through the perimeter though and you find it quite unfair how he still carries a certain graceful energy to him even though he literally just did an exhausting cardio exercise with you for about thirty minutes. Ugh, him and his athletic body.
Nayeonâs voice can be heard across the flat, but before you let her in, you sprayed an unhealthy amount of air freshener on your body and around the room (just in case she enters) and shoved your discarded clothes from earlier in the laundry basket. After that, you finally run towards the door, welcoming Nayeon with a smile as you open it.
âHi!â You greet rather cheerfully. She immediately hugs you briefly, groaning as she steps back and enters your little abode.
âClass sucked today,â she throws herself on the couch and you give her a sympathetic smile, walking towards the fridge to get water.
âWell, wish me luck. Iâm headed out to one.â
âGod, I canât wait âtil we graduate, Iâm tired of this bullshit.â She says, but sheâs opening up her laptop for what you could guess as for finishing up an assigned work. âI wish I was having bomb sex like you. Hey, do you want to go to this party on Friday?â
âI â what?â
âParty on Friday? Finals season for basketball starts on Friday and theyâre planning a party. We could use free booze and stress-free night.â Nayeon repeats, but you werenât asking for the party. You tried to ignore it, but you have the tendency to overexpplain yourself so that you do not get misunderstood.
âIâm not having bomb sex.â You say, and that makes her look at you. At that, you realized you shouldn't have taken the bait. Stupid, stupid, stupid you. You could've swerved this topic if you weren't so quick to react at the word sex.
You stare at each other for a solid few seconds until she rolls her eyes.
âGirl, your hair looks like a birdâs nest and your lips are swollen as hell. I might not be having bomb sex in the current moment but I know what I look like after I do the deed,â She wore her eyeglasses and perched it on her nose. âAnd you kinda smelled like sex when you opened the door.â
âNo!â You feel heat coming and spreading through your cheeks. You thought the damn Febreeze would hold up!
Nayeon waves you off. âItâs fine, itâs not like you havenât caught me before like that.â
âItâs embarrassing.â You insist, stuffing your face with a bread you took from the counter and purposefully not meeting Nayeonâs gaze so you donât see the teasing smiles youâre sure sheâs sending your way.
âThat youâre having sex in college?!â Her playful scandalous tone makes you laugh though and thatâs when you look at her.
âNo, ugh. Just. Sorry. If I smelled like sex. I tried spraying a lot of air freshener earlier.â
She wiggles her brows. âOh, is that why you took a long time opening the door? Was your sneaky link here just now?â
âSneaky what?â You say, laughing.
âSneaky link. You know, a hook up. Wait, is it a boyfriend? Please say no, because I would be extremely offended if you havenât introduced your boyfriend to me all this time.â
You could swear you felt goosebumps on your nape when you heard the word boyfriend and saw images of Jungkook in your head immediately, as if you were used to associating him to the word.
âItâs definitely not a boyfriend. Just⊠someone I hook up with sometimes.â
âInteresting. Do I know him?â
The question makes you nervous. She definitely knows. No one not knows who Jungkook is at your campus.
With a shake of your head, you tell her, straight-faced, âNope.â
âOkay, which department? Does he go to our Uni?â She asks, now seemingly fully invested in this conversation rather than the assignment before her. Youâre happy to be a bit of a help to lessen her sour mood from earlier but you shake your head and let out playful tsk-ing sounds,
âToo many questions, babe,â You teased. âMy class is starting in twenty minutes.â
You heard her laughing as you carried your clothes to the bathroom to change and to clean up the mess in your nether region. Damn. Jungkook cums a lot these days⊠he needs to masturbate or something.
âFine, fine! You donât want me to know but Iâm gonna find out about the mystery guy one way or another!â
Shutting the door to the bathroom, your face contorts at Nayeonâs words.
Yeah, absolutely not. Jungkook and you made an agreement in the first place that everyone should be oblivious of your situationship, and itâs worked for almost four months now.
You canât fuck it up now.
As soon as you fixed yourself, you bid your goodbye to Nayeon who went ahead and busied herself by hacking away on her laptop, grabbing your bag and heading out and finally walking to your Uni that was just a few minutes away from your complex. Your apartment is almost like a dorm, to be honest.Â
The hallway is a little crowded, but you donât miss a certain brunette in a familiar gray hoodie youâve had in your closet before.Â
You meet Jungkookâs eyes but you quickly change your gaze to his friend, Taehyung, whoâs walking beside him as he greets you cheerfully.Â
"Hey, ___!â You return his smile, waving. You had a Philo class with Kim Taehyung at one point and found out that despite your preassumptions about him for being a varsity guy, he was a pretty interesting person to talk with. Youâre not super close per se, just acquainted enough to acknowledge each other when you meet somewhere like the campus hallways.
You donât like the attention it draws, though. So you walk straight to your destination.
Varsity guys tend to be famous, and youâve chosen to steer yourself away from them. Ironic, though, considering that youâre fucking one. Obviously, youâre not doing a very good job at âsteering yourself away from themâ.
Maybe itâs the sole reason why itâs a secret. Jungkook is the star player of the basketball team together with Taehyung and a few other guys. You know their usual gist. Famous circle, lavish lifestyle, attractive guys who (unfortunately) know it, skillful at the sports they do, too many people fawning over them. And well⊠not to be that person but youâre just someone dutifully studying here. Someone in the background. And you love that mostly, but sometimes you think that maybe⊠itâs why Jungkook seems to never entertain the idea of making your relationship public. Not that you would like that yourself. You took part in the secrecy agreement, suggested it yourself, in fact. You would never admit to anyone youâre fucking him. But, well. Itâs just weird.Â
Whatever. It doesnât matter. Someoneâs going to end it eventually and youâre gonna make sure itâs you⊠just so itâs established that you arenât the one whoâs more willing in the relationship. Yeah, that. Just not now. School is stressful. You like sex with him.Â
When you arrive at the lecture hall, your phone vibrates. A text from Jungkook is plastered all over your lock screen.
[1:15pm] Jeon: hi pretty [1:15pm] Jeon: nice skirt :)Â
You internally roll your eyes. Him and his literal and figurative skirt chaser tendencies.
[1:20pm] You: Hi.
You get a reply immediately.
[1:20pm] Jeon: wanna grab dinner later
You stare at his text, a little taken aback.Â
Thatâs new. Sure, you had grabbed lunch with him at his stupid fancy Benz like, once. After he fucked you in it to ease your nerves about a class presentation you did earlier that day. He didnât offer, he just bought you Chinese because you passed by a resto as he drove you to your place.Â
Anyway. You donât know why he would do this all of a sudden. You fucked three days ago, then the day after that, then earlier this day. Youâre not complaining but you never predicted your sex life would be so active like this.Â
[1:22pm] You: Pass. Studying later
Which is true. You have a Tech Writing quiz tomorrow, though not necessarily hard. Whatever. Your thoughts in the hallway awhile ago are making you feel kind of weird about him right now.
[1:23pm] Jeon: boring [1:23pm] You: ):< [1:23pm] Jeon: cute :) do u want me to order boba ill deliver it to ur place after ur class
Well, that is definitely not new. Jungkook delivers you food, like, every single time.
[1:24pm] You: :))) Yess. Thank you [1:24pm] You: Iâm going to venmo you [1:25pm] Jeon: lol yk im just gonna venmo it back to u
True. Thereâs been a lot of back and forth in that app. One time, he âjokinglyâ sent you a hundred dollars (a hundred dollars!) after you kept on insisting you pay for the takoyaki he made delivered to you, and that horrified you so much that of course you sent the money back to him, but he made you promise to stop trying to argue with him about the payment thing. It doesnât mean you donât feel bad about it still thoughâŠ
[1:25pm] You: đ€đ [1:27pm] Jeon: do u also want anything besides boba [1:27pm] You: Noppee, I think Nayeon is going to cook something for us later [1:28pm] Jeon: alright [1:28pm] You: Are you sure you donât want me to pay you back? [1:28pm] Jeon: nahh itâs alright [1:28pm] Jeon: besides I can think of other ways for u to pay me back without money involved.. ;)Â
Ah, there he is. He really couldnât go on a day without sexual innuendos.
[1:29pm] You: You are infuriating and Iâm turning off mh phone [1:29pm] You: *my [1:29pm] Jeon: you like when I annoy you so .. [1:29pm] You: No I donât and Im so sore i feel like my brain will leak out of my ears from so much sex [1:29pm] You: Also please stop using ellipsis in texts [1:29pm] Jeon: hmm [1:29pm] Jeon: who said anything about sex? [1:30pm] Jeon: not međ€ do u think i just think about sex all the time [1:30pm] Jeon: whatâs worng with ellipsisâŠ? [1:32pm] You: Yes you do think about sex all the timeÂ
He reacted to that message with the HAHA emoticon, and you felt yourself having a hard time fighting an eyeroll.
[1:32pm] Jeon: you know me so well [1:32pm] You: Also, nothing wrong with ellipsis they just remind me of how my dad texts [1:32pm] Jeon: ummmmm im sure ur dad is great so im flattered
You snorted at that.
[1:33pm] You: you do NOT know that [1:33pm] Jeon: i thought you were turning off your phone [1:34pm] You: I am right now so donât reply prof is walking to the lecture hall now [1:35pm] Jeon: good luck baby ;)
Nayeon didnât convince you enough to join her at the party she mentioned before come Friday night. In a weird parallelism, Jungkook also texted you about a party you could come to, and eventually, youâve come to realize that it was his party. Their party.
Your Uniâs basketball team held a celebratory one because they won the first game of Finals. You only knew when you went to the schoolâs publication office earlier. The freshman sports journalist, Ryujin, came to you to ask you some questions about her rough draft about said game.
You see, this is one of those times when you are reminded that Jungkook and you really only have a relationship through sex. Sure, you know some stuff about each other. Like how you are an English major, heâs taking Computer Science, youâre the managing director of the schoolâs publication, heâs a star player in the basketball team; he knows about your favorite takoyaki flavor (itâs smoked bacon) and your boba order, and you know he likes food that you dislike, namely cheese cake and mint chocolate flavored stuff. He also likes Marvel a lot. He knows youâre obsessed with films from the golden age of Hongkong cinema because you mentioned it in passing. (He doesnât know you particularly love the Wong Kar-wai ones thoughâŠ)
But somehow, he never really tells you about his basketball games. Sure, heâd mentioned practices before but itâs something he doesnât bother to include you in. Not that it would matter to you. Itâs not like you tell him all about your stuff in school, either.
Your attention is caught by a ping from your phone.Â
[12:05am] Jeon: hey you still up?Â
The text reads. You type a reply.Â
[12:07am] You: Yes, why? [12:07am] Jeon: letâs facetime [12:07am] You: Why [12:08am] Jeon: i want to see your pretty face
Spoken like a true fuckboy. Really?
Before you could respond, his face is taking up your whole screen, asking to facetime you. Without thinking about it too much, you accepted the call, falling back to your bed.Â
From the screen, you could see that heâs wearing a black shirt with a long silver chain around his neck. He smiles that adorable smile when you finally make your whole face visible to the camera.Â
âWhat is it?â
The audio from his end is a little distorted, probably from the loud music from where heâs at. That after-game party, most likely. He texted you about it awhile ago. Nayeon is probably there, too.Â
âHi, pretty girl.â
Again with the nickname and the slight way his eyes are hooded as he said it. If you squint enough, maybe you could tell if heâs drunk or not. Youâre not sure. But the way thatâs his instant words upon seeing you is making you feel a little weird in your stomach. Heâs got to stop calling you that.Â
âAre you drunk-calling me right nowâŠ?"Â
He shakes his head and says something, but you donât hear it, so you informed him so. The screen shows you dark, pixelated images, making you think heâs probably moving his camera around, and you could make out that heâs walking away from the party as the loud music fades out eventually.Â
"Iâm not drunk.â He says after he settles on a spot.Â
âOh, okay.â You nod. You shifted on your side. âWhy did you call me?"Â
He laughs at that. "I canât call you?"Â
His laughter intensifies when he sees you roll your eyes. "No. Iâm just wondering⊠arenât you at a party?"Â
Jungkook nods his head. "Yes, but itâs getting boring here."Â
"Oh.â
Another beat of silence, but Jungkook is the one to say another word.Â
âHey, do you wanna go out for a drive?"Â
Well⊠that sounds good. You just finished a write-up and did some studying a little earlier and you also planned to order food but forgot about it.
"Sure.â
Jungkook smiles at that.
âIâve been wanting to show you something. I think youâll like it."Â
Your eyebrow arched at that. This is getting a little too new. Heâs driven you around before but it always involved fucking, not done with the intention to show you something. Not that you arenât expecting sex tonight, though. You would actually appreciate that.
"What is it?"Â
You could make out a smirk from Jungkookâs face on the slightly pixelated screen. "Iâm going to show you the real me.â The glint of mischief in his tone cracks you up, so you played right into it,
âOhhh, does it involve dead bodies?"Â
He nods with a serious face. "Yes, but you have to promise me you wonât freak out."Â
"Yeah, and donât you freak out if I tell the police about it.â You squint your eyes, trying to give him a scolding look.Â
âAh,â Jungkook leans back. âYou would do that, wouldnât you? Youâre always such a good girl."Â
It wouldnât have meant anything if it wasnât for the way his voice drops, giving you a meaningful look again. You could feel the heat in your cheeks but you shrug it off.Â
"I am a good girl, I pride myself for it."Â
Jungkook finally laughs this time, finding this conversation hilarious just as you do. "I know, I like it most especiallyâ"Â
After all this time, you developed a sort of a Spidey sense for when Jungkook is about to say perverted things, so before he could make such remarks, you cut him off.
"If youâre gonna say something sexual Iâm going to end this call.â But even you could tell it was an empty threat.
Jungkook thinks so, too, you know that, but he decides to step back. âI was just going to say that I like it most especially because it does good to the world."Â
The mirth in his eyes tells you otherwise.Â
"You do not think that.â You say, rolling your eyes.Â
He laughs once more, throwing his head back as if you said the funniest joke in the world. Weirdo.Â
âAlright, alright. So Iâm coming to your place in five minutes to pick you up. How does that sound?"Â
"Good. Nayeonâs currently out⊠just text me if you get here."Â
He told you to end the call â which you argued you were just planning to do so and he didnât need to tell you and it earned a laugh from him, how stubborn you were about such simple things. You just gave him a baleful look.
Just as you pick out a sweatshirt and some sweats in exchange for your pajama dress, you receive a text from Jungkook that heâs arrived and so you grab your wallet and keys and your phone, heading out.Â
You spot his car and knock on the passengerâs seat window and Jungkook immediately opens it for you.Â
"Hi, gorgeous.â He greets you. âYou want to keep the window open?"Â
"Hello. Yes, please.â You say, fixing your seat belt.Â
He hums and you press on a button to slide the window open.Â
âYou want to pick up some food?"Â
You perked up. "Yeah, I was planning to get some but I was too lazy to order in earlier."Â
Jungkook pressed some buttons again you donât really understand but it got music to start playing, lights in the car moving into the same beat of the tune (his car was really fancyâŠ). Some mellow ones you kind of liked during this drive on a cold night. He saw a food place from around a corner and you both agreed to get food from the shop.Â
He parked somewhere for you guys to open up the take-out. Thereâs some steamed tofu there so you pick it up and start eating.Â
"Iâve been obsessed with tofu these days,â you shared absentmindedly, chewing on said food.Â
Jungkook looks at the tofu you were eating. âReally? I remember when you said you dislike it."Â
"Yeah, but thatâs because I cooked it one time and it sucked."Â
"I should teach you to cook one of these daysâŠâ you refused to acknowledge what that entails and laughed instead.
âYou know how?â You said to tease, but you also genuinely canât believe he knows how.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, a faux offended look on his face, saying, âWhy do I always get that reaction? Of course I know how to cook."Â
"Huh,â you pondered. âWouldnât have expected it from you."Â
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I have this friend whoâs a really good cook and I kinda learned through him."Â
"Thatâs cute. Nayeon knows how to cook and I never learned shit from it.â You laugh at your own words, so does Jungkook. âBut hey,"Â
"Hm?"Â
"Do you think my boobs got bigger? I think they got bigger.â You put your food down your lap and caress your breasts through your clothes.Â
Youâve been thinking about it since last week. Earlier, you saw yourself naked in your mirror and noticed a change in their size. You almost thought you were pregnant but your period literally just ended yesterday. But can that happen with pregnancies? But⊠youâre very diligent with your pills⊠so it canât be. Right?Â
You made a mental note to buy a test tomorrow.
âLook the same to me.â Jungkook says, looking at your chest.Â
You grab his free hand and put it over a boob. He squeezes it promptly, and you hear an almost dramatic gasp.Â
âOh, they are bigger."Â
You remove his hand over you and nod. "Yeah. But I think itâs just due to some hormonal changes. Also I think Iâm putting on weight, Iâve been eating a lot these days⊠but⊠itâs stupid but I also think my obsession with tofu has something to do with it,"Â
Jungkook looks over at you curiously.Â
"Yeah, they say tofu makes your boobs bigger." You added.
He arches a brow at that. "Really?"Â
"Donât look so excited."Â
Jungkook canât help but huff out a laugh. "I do not!â You roll your eyes. He insists, âI love your boobs the way they are."Â
"Geez, thanks."Â
You finished your food and Jungkook drove around again. Itâs still in the vicinity of your town. The music in his car serves as a lulling noise in the otherwise quiet night. Thereâs still a lot of cars on the streets, some occasional honking sounds, but you feel really, really nice, most especially when the wind blows a little harsher and it makes your hair go crazy. Jungkook laughs at that too.Â
Itâs later in the night when Jungkook slowed down somewhere, and soon, he was parking at an abandoned house.
As if on cue, you looked at him and said, "So you really are going to show me your literal skeletons."Â
He laughed at that.Â
"Nope, sorry to disappoint, princess."Â
Jungkook gets out of the car and you follow, immediately shivering at the wind. You wished you wore a hoodie instead of this thin, knitted sweatshirt, but you didnât expect it would be this cold. It was nearing summer and the weather has been inconsistent for the last month.Â
You look at the abandoned house once again. There were wooden planks nailed on the door, plastic covers draped over the windows, and overall, it just looks really old. Kind of creepy, if you were to be honest.Â
In your assessment of the house, you donât notice Jungkook coming to you with two bottles of soju. He brings them up slightly, a grin on his face.
"Drinks?â
âOkayâŠâ you squint your eyes. âWhere are we going to do that?"Â
He gives you a knowing smirk. "Inside."Â
Jungkook went over the fence with ease and you followed his direction but didnât do the same thing. He looks back at you. "Hey."Â
"Are you sure itâs safe?â You ask, looking around, wrapping your arms around your middle because of the cold.Â
Jungkook probably notes the genuine concern in your tone, thatâs why he sets the soju down and comes forward to you, the fence serving as some kind of dramatic border.Â
âBaby, itâs fine. No one comes around here.â He says but you donât really feel assured just yet.Â
âWhat if someone comes here now? I donât want to be arrestedâŠ"Â
"No oneâs getting arrested,â Jungkook insists. You still look hesitant. âCome on. Really. Iâve been here lotta times, havenât ever seen anyone here since then."Â
You look at him. He seems to be telling that truth and well, maybe youâre stupid for believing him but he seemed to know this place well and had been going here for a long time and as far as you know, he doesnât have criminal records, soâŠÂ
"Okay, fine.â You give in.Â
Jungkook immediately grins. âNice. Here, let me help you.â He leans forward and takes a hold of your hips as you go over the fence. Itâs not that high, really, but you let him carry you over it until you both entered the abandoned property.Â
When he puts you down, you tug at his shirt.
âWait, your car.â you gasp.
âOh, itâs fine. I parked it at that green house, someoneâs just gonna assume itâs theirs.â He says, completely nonchalant about it.
You think heâs being careless about his fucking Benz but whatever.Â
Jungkook leads you to the back of the creepy house and the eerie place immediately gives you goosebumps. The cold of the night does not help, either, so you cling to him until he sits on the ground.Â
âJungkook, thatâs dirty.â You tell him, trying to tug him up.Â
He chuckles. âItâs fine, princess. Come here, Iâll take my jacket off. Sit beside me.â Indeed, he takes off his jacket, and you worry he might be cold with his t-shirt only now but you also really donât want to sit on the groundâŠÂ
âYouâre not cold?â You make sure as you sit beside him. Jungkook opens one of the soju and offers it to you. You take it as he opens another one for himself.Â
âNah, itâs fine.â Jungkook starts drinking but even though you have one in your hand, you donât. He mustâve noticed it as he says, âHey. Relax.â
âAside from my fear of getting arrested, itâs also really fucking creepy here.â You retort, scooting closer to him. You got to be honest and admit that youâre more scared of the place than scared of getting arrested.Â
Jungkook throws his head back to laugh at that. âAgain, weâre not getting arrested. And what do you mean creepy? You donât like it here?"Â
You look around the place more. "Eh, itâs okay. I just canât help but think what if there are lost souls around hereâŠâ you trailed off, giving him a baleful look when that only made him laugh more. They were quiet laughter, though. Probably to not disrupt said souls.Â
âYou believe those?"Â
You roll your eyes. "Okay, cool macho guy."Â
"No, no, Iâm sorry,â Jungkook still laughs in between his words and you whisked his hand away in an act of lighthearted sulking when it tried to reach you.
Okay. You donât exactly believe in ghosts but itâs hard not to when itâs in the middle of the night and quiet and cold and youâre in an abandoned house. You avoid horror movies for a valid reason.Â
âAlright, letâs cuddle so you donât get scared.â Jungkook says, but thereâs a teasing sound to it.
âDonât make fun.â You glared at him.Â
âIâm serious, come here.â He opens his arms wide and you roll your eyes, not moving to come closer. He laughs when even after seconds passed you still didnât give in. You thought he was giving up but instead he twisted to your direction and let both his legs crowd you so that youâre in between them.Â
âYouâre annoying,â you say but you kind of feel oddly comforted by being close to him like that, and Jungkook mustâve known as well because he just gives you a smug smile, chugging on his soju after.
You did the same. You try to throw away your nerves and scary thoughts, letting yourself relax as he said. When you kind of did a moment later, you find that itâs kind of nice, actually.Â
âWhat do you think?â Jungkook suddenly speaks.Â
âHm?"Â
"Itâs nice here, right?â He arched his brow at you. âJust try not to think about ghosts."Â
You pinch his shin through his cargo pants and he gives you a very ingenuine, "Ouch!"Â
"Except for the ugly house, itâs nice here.â You reply. As you look up, you see stars scattered across the dark skies. It was quite a view, honestly. Makes you a little surprised because it was so beautiful. You almost missed Jungkookâs words.Â
âYeah. Itâs not exactly beautiful here but itâs a great place to think."Â
"Think?"Â
Jungkook sees your teasing smile and shakes his head. "Yes, baby, I do a lot of those."Â
You chuckle at that and drink more of your alcohol.
You donât exchange more words after that but you find that it wasnât awkward. It was just⊠a nice silence. A comfortable one. With Jungkook crowding you with his legs, you feel like you might be the most relaxed youâve ever been in the past few months.Â
You twist yourself so now youâre not facing forward anymore, but to Jungkook. You realize if heâd been looking forward he just had a view of your side profile. You try not to think too much if he just stared at you, although you did feel him do that for a few minutes a while ago.Â
"Hey, congrats on the game.â You tell him with a soft smile on your face, placing your drink on the ground. Itâs still filled in half. You could finish it but you doubt you wouldnât be drunk by that time. Your alcohol tolerance is not at all exemplary.Â
âThanks.â Jungkook sheepishly smiles at you. âYou watched it?"Â
"Ah, no. I just heard about it. I donât really know anything about basketball soâŠâ you trail off, noting the way he nods at your words.Â
âRight. Iâve never seen you watch us before.â
You try to joke, âThatâs because you never invite me to any of your games."Â
But it looks like that caught him off guard. "Iâ huh?â The look on his eyes tells you that he was genuinely surprised at your words, those eyes of him looking like a deerâs when itâs caught in the headlights.Â
You laugh. âIâm just kidding. I donât usually watch sports games. Too crowded for my liking."Â
Jungkook nodded at that, but he still looked taken aback from your words earlier. You really were just kidding. You hope he didnât take it seriously. But he agrees with you, anyway. "Yeah, it can get crowded sometimes."Â
Silence and then after a few beats, Jungkook speaks again.Â
"Hey, letâs make out."Â
You arched a brow but didnât really find any reason to oppose it, so you went ahead and kissed him.Â
Jungkook immediately holds your hips. On the other hand, you snake your arms around his neck, kneeling in between his spread legs. The kiss starts slow but he holds the back of your neck and deepens it.
You whimpered when he nudged your legs with his free hand, and your shock made you break away from the kiss. Jungkook took it as an opportunity to start pecking your neck, though, his hand seemingly coaxing you to open your legs. You got the message and finally straddled his waist, Jungkook groaning and you moaning when you feel your crotches connecting at the action.
He was already sporting a semi, and you also feel your panties getting slick from the way he kissed and bit and licked and soothed your neck.Â
"Jungkook,â you moaned, searching for his mouth.Â
He kissed you again, all tongue and so sloppy, his hand reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and creeping inside it to find you not wearing a bra. He did think you weren't wearing one when you put his hand on your boob in the car earlier.
âAh, fuck,â he squeezed your tit in his hand, you whine. âThey really are bigger. Can I see them, baby?"Â
You nodded, not even giving it a solid thought as Jungkook immediately hiked up your top until your perky breasts were all bare for him to see.Â
And devour, eventually.
Jungkook went straight to sucking your boob and squeezing the other to tend to it, massaging it in his huge palm. He licked a nipple and bit at it slightly, making you sigh at his action. Your arms went to his head to fist his hair in your hands.Â
His ministrations on your chest encouraged you to roll your hips against his pelvis, and that elicited a grunt from him. Smiling a little at that, you experimented on doing it a little harder, and as a result, Jungkook tugged at your nipple, making you whine a little too loud.
"Behave."Â
You pout. "I want to fuck."Â
"Itâs not so creepy here anymore?â He had the audacity to tease, but his hands were still on your breasts, fondling them.Â
âI didnât say we can fuck here. JustâŠâ you looked around, not really specifically looking for something.Â
Now that Jungkook mentioned it again, you get reminded that it really is creepy as fuck here. And you still didnât trust the ground. There was no way you could stand fucking in this property. And what if something scary happens while youâre in the middle of doing itâŠÂ
Just as you were thinking it, a strange sound catches both of your attention.
âI think we should get back in your car.â You decided.Â
Probably seeing the flash of fear in your eyes, Jungkook laughs. âAre you thinking of ghosts again?"Â
You slap his chest. "No. But I want to cum."Â
"So demanding,â he playfully scolds but you just roll your eyes and let your sweatshirt fall to cover you up once again. You immediately cling to him the moment he stands up and help him pick up the soju bottles, anxiously praying you guys hurry up to get out of here.Â
âIt was just the wind.â Jungkook comforts you once you were on your way to his car.Â
As far as youâre concerned, itâs never just the wind. At least those shitty horror movies you and your cousins watched during sleepovers tell you so.Â
Jungkook opens the door to the backseat and you go in and he follows after you.Â
You immediately straddle him once heâs seated, earning a chuckle from him.Â
âWow, youâre really eager for me to fuck the fear out of you, huh?â He says, sounding smug about the way you reach for the hem of your shirt and removing it from yourself.Â
âHm. Your dirty talk these days have been subpar.â you slide his jacket off of him and he lets you remove his shirt as well, laughing more at your impatience.Â
âCanât think straight when a pretty girl is on my lap."Â
Before you could say something about that, he gripped your waist and got you off his lap, manhandling you to lay on the backseat. Your back is against the car door as Jungkook twisted in his seat, hauling himself backwards to pull your sweats down and take off your birkens. Leaning down, Jungkook pressed open-mouthed kisses up your thighs, teasing his mouth on where you need him the most.Â
But you didnât want to feel anything there other than his cock, and you tell him so.Â
"Jungkook,â you whine, catching his attention. When he looks up at you, you whine some more, âJust fuck me. Iâm so wet already."Â
He cursed, caressing the sides of your thighs. "Baby, I need to prep you.â
âThereâs no need for that, come on, please. I need your cock."Â
Jungkook groans. But then he makes quick work of unzipping his pants, pulling it down with his boxers until his dick is out. Itâs plenty hard already, the shiny tip catching your attention.Â
You let out another cry at the sight of him gripping his base, pumping it for a few seconds and finally pushing your panties to the side and slipped inside you. True to your words, it was quite an easy slide, but the burn still stings a little bit. His size was on the little above average spectrum and youâve always found a hard time taking it in smoothly.Â
"Oh, god,â you mewl, grasping his bicep while your other hand grips the back seat.Â
Jungkook tightened his fingers on your waist, a hand coming up to one of your thighs to wrap it around his middle. You follow his silent command, welcoming the hot kiss he gives you.Â
âShould I move now?â He whispers in your mouth, and you nod frantically, throwing your head back with a moan when he does as told.Â
His cock was not even pulled out completely before he slipped it in again, slowly, in agonizing deep strokes. Like he wants to feel every corner of your warm hole.Â
âSo goodâŠâ you moaned, tightening your thigh around his body.Â
âYou like when I fuck you slow, baby?â Jungkook pressed kisses on your chest this time, and you could only nod your head mindlessly as he repeated thrusting out again.Â
âI â ah⊠so good, Kook. I love it,"Â
The car is cramped and all you could hear are your heavy breaths and the lewd squelching sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy, his chain dangling in between your bodies feels cold when it momentarily touches your chest.
You would tell him to go faster, harder, but the way he was planting fairy kisses on your skin and his tattooed arm popping veins on the side of your head as if he was finding it hard to not fuck you stupid, you found that his deep and precise albeit slow strokes great.
"So pretty,â he says, moving the strands of hair that stuck everywhere on your face.Â
âK-kook,â you whimper.Â
âHm? Baby? What is it?â Jungkook looks at you with an uncharacteristically soft gaze, his dick still continuing its slow pace in your cunt.Â
âM-my back hurts like this,â you say.Â
His eyes look softer at your words, expression gentle. âSorry, angel.â He caresses your face and kisses you which you welcomed with a sob when his dick hits deeper after he leaned down. âHere, Iâll sit here. Straddle me.â But he doesnât even wait for you to move as he hauls you to his lap himself, his cock still inside you, feeling it twitching when you sit on it outright.Â
âGood girl,â Jungkook squeezes your breasts and laps at them, only to look up at you again. âYou okay?"Â
You nod, pushing him slightly so that he relaxes his back against the seat. You brace yourself on his chest and begin to bounce on his cock.
Jungkook throws his head back, letting you on your own pace, hands gripping your hips to help you move.Â
"So fucking good for me,â he hissed just as when you mewled when his cock hits a particular spot in you. âTake it easy, baby, nice and slow, okay?â He said, taking a hold on the back of your head and pulling you in for a slow kiss.
You followed his words and planted your knees on either side of him, going down steadily, crying out at the way you feel every ridge of his huge cock inside you like this.Â
It was so pleasurable, the way he groaned in your ears, squeezing your breasts, tugging at your sensitive nipples, murmuring stupid, sweet nothings, his cock seemingly growing larger in your heat each second passed, and soon, you feel that knot in your stomach ready to burst.Â
âI-Iâm cumming, Kook, Iâm cummingâ"Â
Jungkook hummed, and when he felt your movements stuttering, he took it upon himself to press his thumb to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves and fucking his dick up into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm snap.Â
"So good for me, baby, fuck, youâre such a good girl for me.â He kept rubbing delicious shapes on your clit, and you had to bite back a pathetic sob as the pleasure started to become too much.Â
But he was still chasing his high, and you leaned forward to kiss him through it, letting him do whatever he wanted to get himself there.Â
And when he did cum, you feel yourself cumming a second time too, Jungkook letting out strings of curses and nonsense as he feels you dripping more juices down onto his cock.Â
Your head falls on the crook of his neck, Jungkook caressing your back as he relaxes on the seat.Â
For a while, words were not spoken. He kept kissing your hair while you felt him twitching in your pussy.Â
âIâm so tired,â you wearily peeled your face from his neck, looking at him. He has his eyes shut close, but thereâs a content smile on his face that you leaned down to kiss. You didnât know what for, you just felt like kissing him.Â
Jungkook hums. The mess in your crotch starts to feel sticky and cold and uncomfortable.Â
âLetâs stay like this for a while.â He says, as if he could read that you were about to get off his lap.Â
You chuckle. âI can literally feel you going soft."Â
"Ignore my dick. I wanna feel you a little more."Â
"Okay."Â
Jungkook does an unexpected thing of kissing your forehead. You choose to ignore the weird tingling feeling in your stomach and the way your cheeks feel hot at the action, just let him slip his fingers through your hair and rest your cheek on his naked chest.Â
You eventually got off of each other after a few minutes, and you both were quiet as you dressed yourselves back. Jungkook and you got out of his car so he could drive and you could enter the passengerâs seat.Â
The drive to your place was quiet but the silence was nice and comfortable, just like when you were at the back of that creepy old house. Jungkook occasionally sang along to some of the songs playing from a random playlist he pulled up on Spotify, and his voice sounded kind of nice. You wanted to say something about it but decided not to, in slight fear that he would stop.
When he pulled over in front of your complex, there was a soft, gentle smile on his face when he told you, "Sweet dreams."Â
Your face mirrored his as you wished him good night.Â
You locked the door to your apartment, ignoring the strange feeling in your stomach.Â
You found yourselves at that abandoned house again the next night and Jungkook forewent the booze and brought junk food from Wendyâs. You had a swell time just sitting with each other at the back of the house, talking about the most random things you could talk about like some silly childhood memories. You almost shared your joy upon finding out that you werenât actually pregnant after taking the test earlier that day just like you said you would the other night, but you found it better to keep that to yourself.
Additionally, you ranted to him about Professor Kang for giving you a C+ on a project you thought you deserved a higher grade for. Jungkook showed blind support by roasting your professorâs haircut. You didnât fuck that night but did it the next night after a few drinks.Â
When the day of their second game of Finals hit, your Uni won again and Jungkook ditched the after-game party, picking you up and driving you to that place. Almost like it became tradition.Â
This time, you think you went overboard with the drinks, but it was probably just your shitty alcohol tolerance because Jungkook was standing still with his third bottle â which you childishly argued was unfair.Â
Jungkook carried you like a sack of potatoes on your way to his car, ignoring how you slapped his ass. But you were all giggles and hushed whispers in the backseat as Jungkook guided your hips, bouncing you on his cock, just like the other night.
"How does it feel, baby?â Jungkook whispered against your mouth while you gripped his shoulders hard to slide up and down his cock, the tops of your feet resting on his thighs.
âS-so good,â you whimpered, speeding up, feeling yourself getting close to your edge.Â
Jungkook tightened his hands on your waist but didnât really do anything to control your movements or pace like he usually would. Like he was just enjoying you on top of him, using his cock to get off.Â
You leaned down to kiss him, your moan upon feeling him deeper getting swallowed by the way he immediately reciprocated your touch.
You opened your eyes but then you suddenly caught a glimpse of a car. You pulled away from the kiss, but Jungkook took it as an opportunity to kiss your neck instead. While he was busy lapping up your skin, you narrowed your eyes to see clearer, only to realize that the car you saw was a fucking police cruiser.Â
âJungkook,â you called him, stopping your movements on his lap.Â
âBaby,â Jungkookâs voice nearly sounded like a whine, understandably confused at your actionâ or lack thereof.Â
But you only tapped his shoulder a little harder.Â
âThereâs a damn cruiser in front of us."Â
Well, it wasnât actually in front of you. It was more like, parked across from you, beside that abandoned house.Â
Jungkook seemed to realize your panic though. His car wasnât lit because you immediately got into it the moment he put you in the backseat. It was a little inconvenient especially when you were slipping him in but it turned to be a blessing in disguise because whoever owned that cruiser wouldn't have noticed what you were doing in his car.
"Shit."Â
You hastily climbed off of him, quickly finding your shorts on the floor of the car and sliding it on while seated. Meanwhile, Jungkook just tucked his dick in his boxers and zipped up his pants. It was pure luck that you didnât completely strip each other off earlier because it made for a fast dress up.
"Wait.â Jungkook leaned over the center part of the car and stayed a few seconds hunched over the console. You were just about to ask him what he was doing when the passengerâs seat suddenly reclined back.Â
âOh."Â
"We can climb over here so that we donât have to go out and have a cop seeing us. It would be suspicious.â He suggested, and you quickly nodded and did what he told you with a little bit of his help.
Jungkook pressed a button once again that had the driverâs seat this time leaning back, just like yours did. He climbed over it just as fast, putting on his seatbelt that you remember you needed to do as well so you followed.Â
He lit on the car and started the engine. But before he could drive, a knock on his window made you both look at it.
âFuck.â
You held your breath as you watched his window slowly sliding down, revealing a police decked in his uniform hunching down to see the inside of the car.Â
âEvening, officer.â Jungkook greets casually. You didnât know what to do. You reached for the phone in your pocket and turn it on, ducking down as much as you could so as to hide your face, trying to seem busy and casual.
âOh, itâs just some kids, Hwang,â The cop turned to the side, and thatâs when you heard another set of footsteps coming towards you. âYou kids live here?"Â
"Yeah. Itâs my parentsâ house, Iâm just about to drive my girlfriend home.â Jungkook answered, referring to the green house he parked at, not a hint of hesitation or even an ounce of nervousness in his demeanor.Â
You were too frozen to react to the way he called you his girlfriend.Â
The other cop nodded. âApologies. We were just roaming. Be careful, kid, you got a sleek car. Thereâs some thief on the loose around the street."Â
Jungkook nodded as well, even did a little salute as he said, "You got it, sir."Â
The cop patted the top of his car and Jungkook bid them a final goodbye before closing his window again and driving away.Â
You felt like your soul just went right back inside you after it got out for a moment there.Â
"Holy shit, that was the craziest thing Iâve ever done.â
âReally?â
âYes!âÂ
And then suddenly, you giggled. Actually, like, giggled. Because realizing what just happened, you found every single thing fucking hilarious. You got away from cops!
âOh my god, Jungkook. That was insane!â You said in between your laughter.Â
Jungkook looked over at you before training his attention to the road and finally laughing with you, seemingly finding what happened just as hilarious. âYeah. It was, it was.â
âAnd they really believed you! I canât believe it,â you covered your face with both of your hands, your belly starting to hurt with how much you found the whole thing incredulous that it was funny.
âItâs not like we did anything wrongâŠâ Jungkook said but he had a hint of playful tone when he spoke the words.
You snorted. âWell, in between public indecency and trespassing, which do you think they would most likely arrest us for?"Â
That got Jungkook to laugh again.Â
During the ride to your place, you complained about feeling too cold at one point. Jungkook asked if you wanted him to turn the A/C down but you shook your head and so he offered his jacket instead because you only wore a shirt. In your defense, when he picked you up, the weather was humid even though it was late at night.
You didnât stop talking and laughing about what happened earlier, though. You found it hard to let go of it just like that.
"You are so drunk,â Jungkook chuckled as he pulled over. âYouâre going to regret it tomorrow."Â
"Itâs Saturday tomââ you cut yourself off with a yawn.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk.â Jungkook commented, pulling over, indicating that you were near your apartment. You didnât even notice.Â
âNot drunk, just tipsy.â You said, starting to unbuckle your seat belt but you kept on failing. Your tipsiness was starting to kick in again and everything was a little too hazy in your head.
You still definitely are aware about your surroundings, so aware that you felt Jungkook hunching over your side to unbuckle your seat belt for you, so close that you felt his breath fanning your face.
âThanks.â You smiled, he returned it.
You opened the door yourself this time, though, and was only a little surprised to see Jungkook getting out of his car too.
âLet me walk you to your door."
And honestly, you should be worried about the possibility of Nayeon being at the apartment and seeing you together, but you couldnât really bring yourself to care when all you could feel was odd content in feeling Jungkookâs presence as you walked towards your place.Â
It was quiet but it was comfortable. You noticed how itâs always been like that with him, especially these days.
When you reached your door, you turned to Jungkook who was a little behind you, probably slowed his steps when you neared your place.
âThanks for walking me."Â
"No biggies,â Jungkook grins and then he stares at you for a while.
âWhat?â You asked.Â
He leans down, holds your hip and presses his mouth against your own.Â
Surprisingly, you didnât really make a big deal out of it in your head when you were supposed to because this has never happened before: Jungkook walking you to your door and kissing you before he leaves has never occurred before.Â
And yet, it felt so normal. Like it was just something that happens on the daily. Like you were so used to feeling his casual and soft kisses instead of the passionate and hard ones that often led to something.Â
âSee you next week?"Â
You nod, biting your lip as he lets you go. "Yeah."Â
Jungkook gives you a one, last small smile before he turns around and goes to his car, entering it and driving away from your complex.Â
What a crazy night.Â
You did not want to admit it, but maybe the strange feeling in your stomach the other night was goddamn butterflies.
You really werenât supposed to come with.
But Juyeon, your editor in chief, told you to accompany Ryujin as she goes to interview the basketball team for their second win at the Finals season today. Your responsibility told you that it was fine, which, really is fine because you were used to monitoring freshmen in the club and that was actually one of your official jobs as the managing director but!
You were basically gonna do a babysitting job because Ryujin apparently fucked a guy from the team after she interviewed them the first time and it resulted to a poor article, and as a result, Juyeon is afraid sheâs gonna fuck up her future write-ups so youâre the collateral damage of the whole situation.Â
Juyeon didnât tell you that herself, though. Keeping things professional and decent. You heard it from the other members of the club.Â
Right now, you have to be at the gymnasium to meet people youâve never really bothered meeting before and have always avoided for obvious reasons.Â
But it was fine.
You checked Ryujinâs questions on the way there and when you arrived, she immediately tried to spot the teamâs coach to talk to him about the interview she was gonna conduct.Â
Instantly, you felt a prickling sensation on your arms and the back of your neck as the varsity players stopped on their tracks to look at the newcomers. At this hour, you can see no one at the gym seats. You and Ryujin were the only civilians and they noticed that immediately.Â
Itâs as if you couldnât help it, but you spotted Jungkook on one of the benches drinking water. As if on cue, he met your gaze, and you could see the little surprise he had on his face seeing you. However, you quickly looked away and walked towards where the coach and Ryujin were.
"Iâm here with our managing director, too. Sheâs here to help me with the interview.â Ryujin told the coach, all smiles.Â
âGood day, sir.â You greeted him. He nodded at you in acknowledgement and turned to look at his team.Â
âAlright,â The coach loudly said, which got the players to transfix their attention to him instead. You tried not to notice Jungkook looking at you as he walked towards your direction, the other members doing the same. Coach stood straight and elaborated, âThe schoolâs publication is here to interview you about the previous game youâve had. Practice ends hereââ he was cut off by the collective loud cheers from the guys. He shook his head. âBut put on your best behavior."Â
"Guaranteed, coach.â Someone said but you saw how he sent a wink to Ryujinâs way.
Jesus Christ, where even was the subtlety? It was such a boy-ish thing to do. If you could, you would roll your eyes. Wait â was it the guy she fucked on that interview? Ugh. You couldnât really bring yourself to care. It was her sex life⊠just maybe she shouldnât mix it with her journalism activitiesâŠÂ
âCareful, Kang. Iâm gonna make you do ten laps if you donât give these writers some good material,â The coach warned and some of them snorted. He then turned to both of you and Ryujin. âThese guys are very rowdy but you guys will be fine."Â
You try to smile at him as he bids his goodbye and leaves the gym. Taejun, the senior sports journalist had already interviewed him so Ryujin only had to do it with the players themselves so they could collaborate on the article.Â
Ryujin enthusiastically greeted the team and introduced herself, as well as you. You offered them a small smile and was only a little taken aback when Taehyung chirped your name.
"Hi, Taehyung.â you return his greeting.
He grins at you.
Ryujin looks at you immediately. âOh, you know someone here?"Â
Yeah, technically you knew of some people here. You knew Taehyung though, and you knew Jungkook. But you chose to just nod instead of saying anything.Â
Ryujin lets out a happy noise. "Thatâs so cool!"Â
YeahâŠ
"Hey, surprised to see you here,â Taehyung walked up to you. âI thought you werenât in the sports section?â
You were surprised to know that Taehyung even remembers what you told him a long time ago. You got to know each other that much during the time you were constantly talking.Â
âWell, yes. Ryujin is a freshman, though. I take care of them sometimes, you can say.â You replied.Â
Taehyung nodded in understanding. âYouâre gonna be here for a while?"Â
"Weâll see. But I think the interview will be a quick one."Â
Someone from the team called Taehyung and he looked at you apologetically. You nodded with a smile.Â
"We always seem so busy whenever we see each other,â Taehyung shakes his head with a laugh. You find that quite funny too. âHey, do you wanna catch up? Get some coffee around."Â
"Oh, yeah, sure. But I bet your sched is crazy these days.â you said, alluding to their constant practices for Finals season.Â
âNah, I can make time. Unless you have a crazy sched too?â He gave you a playful smile.Â
You cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes at him. âNot all of us are trying to get our school a big trophy."Â
Taehyung laughed at that and his teammates called for him again, this time it was Jungkook. You both looked at him. He had a strange look on his face but you shrugged it off.Â
"Well, I better get going. Ryujinâs starting.â He said and pointed back with his thumb.Â
The boys were kind of rowdy in the start, but they eventually scattered around the benches doing their own thing as Ryujin talked to them individually, especially the ones who usually play in court.Â
You offered to take some of your own notes, too, were kind of bothered that you didnât really understand some of the terms used and that this was very unusual territory for you to get a material at for writing an article. You never really dabbled on sports writing.Â
Eventually, you felt your bladder looking for relief so you told Ryujin that you would be back in a minute.Â
It was a little difficult to find the comfort room but you did see it in the far corner of the hallway, a few steps away from the gymnasium.Â
You were washing your hands on the communal sink after peeing when the door suddenly opened, revealing Jungkook in his jersey.Â
Hand clutching your chest, you looked at him with a scandalized expression.Â
âJesus,â you squint your eyes. âWhy are you here?â
Jungkook closes the door and saunters towards the room. âNo greetings or anything?"Â
You give him an eyeroll and come back to washing your hands as soon as you get over the initial shock of seeing him.Â
You simply shrug.
In a second, Jungkook was beside you.
"We havenât seen each other in a while,â he said, giving you a playful nudge.Â
You whisk your hands, ridding the wetness out of your hands.Â
âItâs only been three days."Â
You see him smile at you through the mirror, and he has that soft look again on his face. You get reminded of your last night together. When he kissed you good night as he dropped you home.Â
"I was surprised to see you there,â Jungkook says, turning around and leaning back on the counter.Â
You think heâs referring to seeing you at the gym and that makes you chuckle. Why was everyone surprised to see you at the gym? âWhy, you think you guys own the gym or something?"Â
Jungkook found your sass amusing, though.Â
"Come on, you know what I mean."Â
You playfully narrowed your eyes at him but ended up laughing for no reason other than he also laughed.Â
"Eh, duty calls. Our EIC had me accompany Ryujin, so...â you see Jungkook nodding. You swerve the topic to the next one. âYour big game starts in, like, five days from now.â You mirror his stance and also lean back on the counter.Â
Jungkook watched as you did so. âYeah.â
His eyes are trained on yours, and you hold a weird, intense stare until he finally peels himself off from the counter and walks to you. Youâre surprised that youâve never thought about him in his jersey but you were able to see him earlier like this before and right now, in your close up view, damn. He looked good. Especially with his tattoos all out like that. You really like them. They looked pretty.
âItâs probably gonna be the last game,â you said, referring to the fact that theyâve won the last two games and if they win this one, it would be the concluding point of the Finals season. âYouâre going to make the Uni proud?â You arched a brow at him.Â
He shrugged. And finally, he crossed the small distance between you and held your hips. You think you unintentionally let out a happy hum at the contact. Youâve been wanting him to touch you as soon as you saw him earlier. For some weird reason.Â
âSure, but only if youâre there for me to give me my personal reward,â The lewd undertone was not lost on you and it made you giggle. Somehow, heâd gotten even closer, fingers caressing your hips in soothing circles. âYou look good, by the way. This skirt is new?"Â
It is new. You try not to think too much about what it says about you that you kind of thought of him when you placed the order a week ago. It was just a blip of thought, anyway. You swear.Â
"Yes. And youâre kinda sweaty,â He really is. But it doesnât stop you from looping your arms around his neck and Jungkook is only visibly satisfied at the close proximity.Â
âHard at work,â he leans down, but he only nudges your nose. âCan I see your panties?"Â
You would have scolded yourself for giggling like a school girl at that question, but Jungkook mustâve realized how stupid that sounded too as he laughed together with you.Â
"I donât know, youâre gonna have to do it yourself. I think.â You whispered, playing into the joke.Â
You saw his smirk before he finally closed the hairsbreadth gap between you and touched your mouth against his. He prodded at the seam of your lips with his tongue and you let him access, his tongue swirling with your own as you shared a rather passionate kiss in the sink.
There was a string of saliva between your mouths when he broke free.
âGod, I missed your taste.â
It was his last words before he dove in again, kissing you way deeper now, more frantic as well, as he started getting handsy. At some point, his hands on your hips lifted you up until you were seated on the counter, Jungkook kissing you like it hasnât only been three days since he had you like this. He squeezed your bare thighs that got you whimpering, your hips, waist. Up, up, and up until he was copping a feel on your boobs through your clothes.Â
He was kissing your neck when you suddenly felt him untucking your shirt from your skirt.Â
âWait, no,â You tried to get your head out of your previous headspace and took a hold of his wrists.Â
âNo?â Jungkook stops, looking at you curiously, lips plump, hair a little wild. And with his stupid basketball uniform, it was extremely hard to discourage his advances.Â
ButâŠ
âSomeone might come in,â you say with genuine worry in your voice, pushing him away slightly.Â
âThereâs not really a lot of people who come to this bathroom,â he tells you. Which, you think, kind of makes sense. Him and his teammates have their locker rooms and their own comfort room that was an extension of the gym (which you pointedly didnât go to for obvious reasons) and this part of the campus was a little quiet.Â
But then again, you did tell Ryujin you would be back in a minute. And it would be quite ironic if Juyeon told you to monitor her because she fucked someone in the team while you go ahead and fail to do that job because you were fooling around with another someone from the same team.Â
Jesus. Thatâs enough crisis for today.Â
âRyujinâs probably going to interview you soon,â you said, tucking your shirt back into your skirt.
You jump slightly to step on the floor, turning around to fix your hair, seeing Jungkook stepping back through the mirror. âWhy did you leave the gym, by the way?"Â
Jungkook invades your personal space again and presses himself to your back. "I got excited when I saw youâŠâ he whispers in your ear and your whimper betrays your resistance from literally a few seconds ago as you feel something hard on your ass.Â
But at the same time, you look at him incredulously through the mirror. He just shrugs as he sees it, gripping your hips again and burrowing his face on the crook of your neck.
âKook,â you whine.
Jungkook chuckled and before you can do something stupid like give in to his touch, he leaned back and held his hands up.Â
âFine, fine,â he says, still laughing when you turn around to glare at him. âCan I see you later?"Â
You jab at his chest lightly. "For being annoying just right now, you canât "Â
His face contorts and pouts. "Aw, come on,"Â
You roll your eyes at his dramatic antics.Â
"We canât get into anything tonight. Nayeon is staying at home and Iâm nervous about her seeing your car if you pick me up,â you tell him. âAlso, we canât go to that place. That cruiser might be back again."Â
"Yeah, yeah,â Jungkook agrees. âWe can just go together to my place after this, though? It would be late by the time your friend is finished with the interview."Â Â
You look at him funny.Â
He sighs. "Damn, I thought I could finally convince you to fuck at my place."Â
You shake your head. "Never.â
From the start, you both agreed to only fuck at your place (whenever Nayeon is not around, of course) per your request. Jungkook lives quite far from the campus, at least far compared to yours, and it was a high complex building. As far as you know, most of the big shots at school live there and heâs neighbors with Taehyung. You donât want to risk it.Â
âNever is a long time..â Jungkook wiggles his brows at you and that breaks you from your thoughts.Â
Laughing, you push at him playfully.Â
âGee. You should go. Theyâre probably now wondering why youâre taking so long."Â
"Theyâre probably thinking Iâm taking a shit.â he shrugs. âI think I told Taehyung that before I left.â
âOh no, is that what theyâre going to think about me, too?â You gave him an animated concerned look, making your voice purposely higher in pitch.Â
âWait, what? You take a shit?â Jungkook playing into the joke caused you to laugh and you punched his bicep that he just took with a grin.Â
When the laughter died down, Jungkook looked at you seriously.
âWhen can I see you again?"Â
"I donât know. Sometime this week, maybe? Donât be whiny.â You smile as you see his pout. âHey, you really should go now."Â
He looked a little hesitant but he didnât really have a choice. And you were also growing more concerned that someone from the gym might think maliciously about you and Jungkook disappearing at the same time for a long time. Hopefully, no one cared enough to think about it.Â
"Alright.â Jungkook says finally and starts to step out. Before he leaves, though, he asks, âWait, are you going to the game?"Â
You hope Jungkook doesnât see the surprise if it showed on your face. You didnât expect him to ask that.Â
But you try to play it cool, pondering on it. Itâs Wednesday, next week, and as far as you knew, there was nothing major in your schedule. You still donât know about that, though. Maybe some of your profs would drop a big project on your heads come Monday.Â
Itâs why you were surprised to hear yourself say, "Iâll try."Â
Jungkook gave you a wide grin before he left completely.
When you got back to the gym, Ryujin was already talking to him.
Jungkook looked at the door when you entered and did a poor job of hiding a smile to himself, and for what reason, you simply didnât know. But so as you did not know the reason for why you looked too closely at him to even notice that tiny gesture.Â
For someone who was adamant to see you last week, Jungkook wasnât really able to snuck in time to do so. You shared texts here and there, but he mentioned that theyâve been practicing nonstop since the past few days because they are preparing for a big game, after all. Might be the last one if they come through and win it.Â
Come Wednesday, the day of the third game, Jungkook texted you that he got a reserved seat for you at the venue. Your weird giddiness over that was clouded by the worry at the thought of how he managed to do that without anyone suspecting anything about your relationship. You mentally noted to tell him about it later.Â
When Nayeon came home after classes, she told you she got two tickets for the game if you wanted to come with. You didnât really need tickets, though, you could just use your journalist card and they would let you in.
See, you had all these resources to go to the game but the thing is, you have a book review and another assignment due tonight and you needed to get some studying done for a test tomorrow. The game starts at 3 pm and will probably end around 6 or even later than that. Itâs not that you never procrastinated in your life but youâve learned over the years to prioritize more important things over the ones that didnât really need urgency. And this is why you told Nayeon that you couldnât come with her because of your packed schedule today.Â
But worry looms over you as you remember how excited Jungkook seemed over your texts earlier when you asked him what you should expect at the game. He told you about how it could be chaotic and noisy and crowded but it was gonna be fun and worth your while, especially if â he jokingly said â he scores a shot for you if you were to be there.Â
Looking back, you made it sound like you were gonna come but in your defense, you really were going to but these school activities came to you unexpectedly and you didnât have the luxury of time to set them aside to watch a basketball game first.Â
And anyway, was it really a big deal if you didnât come? You donât think Jungkook would really mind. Maybe his texts went over your head that you thought he was excited at the prospect of you going to his game. You would tell yourself it didnât matter, and if Jungkook was going to be shit about it (which you doubt, âcause he seemed casual about inviting you) then he was weird for being (hypothetically) weird about it. It wasnât like this was normal for you both, anyway; you going to his games, that is.Â
So around 2 pm, you messaged him.Â
[2:06pm] You: Hey, Iâm really sorry I canât go to your game. Swamped with school works, but I wish you good luck :) Go break a leg but hopefully not literally!Â
It was hard to focus on writing your book review because you couldnât help but be agitated as you remembered that they air these Finals games on television and you could literally just turn it on and watch it from there. But the empty document on your laptop was glaring at you, like it was daring you to watch TV instead of finishing it.Â
Of course, you chose to tend to the intimidating clean white MS word page instead. As if you really had a choice in the first place.Â
At 10 pm, your book review was mostly done and only needed a few touch-ups. You also finished your other assignment so you finally had some time to eat.
You just reheated a leftover pizza from your fridge when you received a text from Nayeon.
[10:11pm] Im Nayeonie: babe im sleeping over at a friendâs so the place is all yours for tonight. donât forget to lock up ok [10:11pm] You: Ok! Youâll be back tomorrow morning? [10:14pm] Im Nayeonie: eh probably around 10am but Iâll seeÂ
You remember that she was at the game earlier. It actually slipped off your mind eventually when you got your head in too deep with finishing your assignments, but now that youâre reminded of it again, you wanted to know how it was.
[10:16pm] You: Hey how was the game? [10:16pm] Im Nayeonie: oh my ur interested in bb now?? [10:17pm] You: Donât tease! I just wanted to know if you had fun [10:17pm] Im Nayeonie: ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
You snort at the ridiculous emoticon.Â
[10:17pm] You: What the hell does that mean?! [10:17pm] Im Nayeonie: nothing lmaoooo [10:18pm] Im Nayeonie: but the game was fine! it was kinda intense but our uni lost unfortunately): they had a three point differenceÂ
Oh. You usually didnât care about any sports games that your Uni has but the news deflated you for some reason.
[10:19pm] You: Ah, thats unfortunate
You replied, finding that you didnât really know what to say. Should you message Jungkook? But what were you going to say?Â
[10:19pm] Im Nayeonie: yeah it is it was supposed to be the last game đđ but thereâs still 2 more to go anyway im not too worried about it finals went like this last season too [10:20pm] Im Nayeonie: but jungkookâs buzzer beater at game 4 was really insane itâs like all over on twt IK you proly wonât care about it but ill still send you a link HAHAHAHÂ
Nayeon did send you a link and thankfully you were able to see it even though you didnât have Twitter, but you looked up "buzzer beaterâ on Google first. You didnât understand it completely but slowly did when you played the video she was talking about.Â
The camera was a bit shaky and the background was expectedly noisy. The angle shifted to the timer on top of the ring and you could see that there was only ten seconds left. When the lens panned to the court, you saw a player wearing your Uniâs colors and you couldnât have mistaken Jungkook for anyone when you spotted the tattoo sleeve. He was a bit far from the ring, at that curved line â the three-point line, you learned through the replies â but he successfully shot the ball quite gracefully into the ring and everyone just lost it. Even the person behind the video was cheering exuberantly. You could also make out that Jungkook pumped the air at his own shot in triumph as a buzzing sound overtook the screams before the clip ended.Â
Apparently, they were losing in the fourth game, but Jungkook managed to make a three-point shot in the very literal end which got them a chance to play through the fifth.
You scrolled through the comments and found out that it was indeed a tight game and the other team only had a three-point difference with your Uniâs team, like Nayeon said.
It was amazing, in your opinion, but people online could really be shitty.
Some were mocking Jungkookâs buzzer beater in game 4, saying how it was useless and how he couldâve done it again in game 5 but wasnât able to. You didnât know shit about basketball but you were very certain it was a rare thing to do in court so the people who were complaining about it could go fuck themselves.
This is why you avoid social media as much as possible. You hope Jungkook doesnât see those comments.Â
You were frowning as you texted Nayeon back.Â
[10:26pm] You: That was cool [10:26pm] You: Hey Iâll talk to you soon Iâm gonna go eat dinner. Have fun on your sleepover
You werenât able to see her reply when Jungkookâs name is suddenly plastered all over your screen. You accepted his call on the third ring.
âHi,â you say. You canât help but think about the negative comments on Twitter but Jungkook sounded fine when he answered.Â
âHi, baby,â he greeted on his end. âCan I see you?"Â
"Sure,â you answer almost immediately. You composed yourself before continuing. âNayeon will be out until morning. Come over?"Â
You can feel his smile through the line as he says, "Nice. Be there in five."Â
Per his words, Jungkook did arrive in five minutes and when you heard a knock from your front door, you quickly opened it and ushered him inside.Â
"Hey,â you greet him as he removes his stompers off. He slides on your extra fluffy home slippers, your old one that you have been lending him whenever he would come over. You think itâs kind of funny on his feet because the sliders were too small. âI just finished my leftover pizza for dinner so I donât have any food right now. Do you want me to order in?"Â
Jungkook shakes his head. "Nah, Iâm not really hungry. Unless you are? Wait, nevermind, Iâll do that."Â
He takes out his phone but you stop him.Â
"No, no, itâs fine. I actually ordered Chinese while you were on your way so I could beat you to it.â You tease. But you kind of meant it, honestly. He needs to stop paying for everything. But also, the pizza didnât cut your hunger and you needed to eat rice, anyway, so you ordered in right after your call with him ended.
Jungkook frowned but then shook his head. âAlright."Â
"Water?â You asked, going towards the kitchen.Â
âYes, please."Â
He followed you on your way there and when you turned around to give him the glass, he snaked an arm around your waist and kissed you.Â
It took you by surprise, but you reciprocated immediately. You mirrored his smile when he broke the kiss. He gazed at you, a fond look on his face, and leaned down to press his forehead to yours and said, "Hi."Â
You giggle. "Hi."Â
Jungkook presses his mouth on you again and you kiss some more for a little while. It was weird because your kisses usually lead to fucking, but this time it didnât mean anything other than plain kissing, just for the sake of it. You were reminded of that time in high school when you and your first boyfriend often made out (sloppily) in your room because it was all you were ready to do. Jungkook was far more skilled than said first boyfriend, though. And it felt way nicer with him.Â
You were the one to pull away, licking your lips and biting the bottom one.
"Do you wanna watch something?"Â
"Hm. Hopefully you arenât going to make me watch Legally Blonde again."Â
Your frown is instant. "I thought you liked that movie?"Â
Jungkook chuckles and pecks your lips again but you sulk, especially after hearing his next words, "I do, baby. Itâs just Iâm getting tired of itâŠâ When he sees your frown deepening, he says, âIâm kidding. We can watch it."Â
"No, I feel betrayed now.â You break free from his hold and down another glass of water.Â
He laughed and was about to say more when your doorbell rang, indicating the food delivery just arrived. Jungkook was the one to volunteer.Â
âIâll go get it."Â
You turned on the TV in the living room and sat on the couch.
Jungkook followed almost as quickly after you, placing the bags of Chinese food on the coffee table.Â
"Oh, I think we should watch an Adam Sandlers movie. Just something not so serious.â you said just as when Jungkook sat beside you, remembering about his game earlier. You noted that he seemed to be in a good mood when he came in but you never know, maybe he was good at hiding his real emotions or whatever. And, well, maybe you were a little happy to see him laughing like that with you, despite losing an important game.
âI thought you hated him and his movies?"Â
You shrug, appreciating that he even remembers that.
"Eh, itâs fine. It's... camp, you know? Sometimes shitty movies are funny because theyâre shitty."Â
After a while, you get reminded why you donât watch Adam Sandlers movies. Even Jungkook who laughs at the most stupid jokes didnât find the supposed punchlines of the movie you were watching funny. But somehow, you found yourselves eventually laughing at how unfunny the film was and only a little surprised when you went through the whole Chinese take-outs not even 30 minutes in the movie.Â
"His movies always make my film maker dreams die.â You comment absentmindedly, drinking your water.Â
Jungkook looks at you with a surprised expression. âFilmmaker?"Â
You try to remember if you mentioned it to him in passing before. By the look on his face, it was probably his first time hearing it.
"Yep."Â
"Oh,â Jungkook nods in thought. âI see you didnât pursue it."Â
"Eh, film school is expensive. Also, itâs not a very generous industry for women, so.â You shrug nonchalantly.
Itâs a dormant dream for the most part. Sometimes, you want it a lot, but most of the time, not really. Fresh out of high school, you were supposed to major in it but it was way more you could afford, and your family didn't exactly support it. So study education it is. Besides, teaching was a secondary dream that you decided you could pursue, and well, you were doing well with it. These days though, you were planning to go to law school but it's still something you aren't very sure yet.
Itâs a drama you donât want to bother Jungkook with, though. You never had a discussion like this before⊠and you werenât really sure if you were ready to open up to someone like that.Â
âI did videography in first year,â he shares. You arch your brow at that. Obviously you didnât know. âI liked it and I was going to major in multimedia arts but dad said it was either be a lawyer or a doctor if I donât do tech."Â
Ah. An overachiever family, you think. His dad owns a really huge tech company â he didnât tell you that himself, you just heard it from other people in your school. He probably doesnât even know you knew that. But you wouldnât be surprised if he told you right now that his family was full of successful professionals.Â
"You went with tech.â You say.Â
Jungkook chuckles. âI did. But I made a bargain and said I would only take it if he lets me play basketball. He did let me, but he only tolerates it because Iâm passing my classes."Â
You nodded, relating a bit. you wouldn't say your parents were particularly strict â but they were extremely practical people who wanted practical lives for their children. They werenât over-controlling that they smother you with decisions you could make yourself.Â
"He really hates it, though.â Jungkook continues.Â
âBasketball?â You ask.Â
He nods. âYeah. He thinks Iâm thinking of going professional after I graduate, he doesnât want me to do it."Â
"Are you?â You ask, curious. âGoing professional, I mean.â
Jungkook shrugs. âI donât know yet. I love playing. I'd also like to do tech after college, but it feels like Iâm just following in his footsteps if I do that," And as if you didn't know already, he humbly adds, "My fatherâs in tech, by the way.â -- as if his dad was just a regular guy in the field.
He didnât say it directly, but you feel like heâs probably being pressured by his dad to do this and that. And that makes you feel bad. Jungkook was always so easy-going, so laidback in a way that you would think he was just some varsity casanova asshole with zero care about their future because they think their looks could get them by through their lives, but he really wasnât anything like that at all. He joined basketball because he loves it, maybe he gets a high from people admiring him for it but you could say he does it mostly for himself. Thatâs why he trains so hard and plays so hard in court. Aside from that, he was also really smart â which gets overlooked quite often because of his jock persona, and you know that because you were one of those who did overlook his intelligence before because he was a varsity. But he was smart, alright. He takes his studies seriously just as basketball.Â
Jungkook is admittedly a lot of great things. And it was sad that his family seemed to not support him, the way you see it.
ButâŠÂ
You didnât really know what to tell him. Is he opening up? Itâs just that⊠you never really talked about these things before and what heâs saying right now is so far from your usual lighthearted and casual conversations and interactions. You drew a conclusion that he probably has a tight relationship with his dad, but you donât know what to do with that entirely new information.Â
âUhm, youâre good at it, basketball,â And his studies, too. You wanted to say but didnât. You add, âI saw your beater buzzer from the game earlier. It was really cool."Â
"Itâs buzzer beaterâ hey, how did you know about that?â He says with an amused smile. You feel slightly embarrassed at how you mixed up the term but it was kind of complicated, alright! And you were kind of nervous. You find it comforting that he doesnât tease you about it, though.
âOh, well. Nayeon texted me about it. Also, youâre like, trending on Twitter.â You just told what Nayeon said. You actually didnât know if he was trending because you didnât have an account in the first place. âBut donât go look there, though, youâll have a migraine."Â
Jungkook chuckles and leans back on the couch, relaxed in that position. "Yeah. People on the net can be real assholes."
That comment makes you frown. That probably meant he saw the negative feedback, right? Was he used to it? That would be⊠upsetting if he was. You knew about the local popularity of the athletes in your school, especially the football and volleyball and basketball players. Jungkook is obviously included in that circle but you feel bad that he has to deal with unnecessary hate. Jobs really are needed for chronically online people, you think bitterly.
Before you could say anything, Jungkookâs phone rang and you didnât mean to look at his screen but you saw "Dadâ. He declined the call.Â
âHeâs talking my ear off about the game earlier,â Jungkook shakes his head. âHe acts real concerned over my loss for someone whoâs very unsupportive of my basketball career.â He was grinning while he said it but you could hear the annoyance in his tone, how he shut down his phone to probably dodge future calls from his father.
You turned to the movie in front of you.
âHey, Iâm sorry I wasnât able to go.â You said, effectively changing the subject.
âHm?â You meet Jungkookâs gaze. He smiles a little. âAh, I read your text earlier, itâs fine."Â
You nodded and tried to focus on the movie again, but you havenât been following the plot and so you had no idea what theyâre showing you now.Â
Jungkook suddenly speaks.Â
"So are you planning to teach once you graduate? Or take law? You mentioned it before."
Oh. Is heâŠ?Â
You could feel his genuine curiosity in that question. But you find yourself hesitating to engage in any more deep conversation with him. Itâs not that you didnât want to share⊠youâre just not that kind of person. Is he expecting you to lay out your personal drama?Â
You choose not to.
"Not sure. I don't want to talk about it."
You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did; clipped and annoyed. As if you didn't want to talk to him. And you could see that he was taken aback, surprised at the sudden change of your tone. But why? You didnât feel like sharing. And anyway, you were only fuck buddies, right? Are you suddenly becoming bestfriends who tell each other about everything?Â
You awkwardly shifted in your seat, eyes trained on the screen in front of you but you felt Jungkookâs stare even while you werenât looking at him, his eyes boring holes in your side profile.Â
You decided to not think too much about the awkward silence throughout the next few minutes, but Jungkook suddenly stood up, looking at his phone.
âI... should get going,â Jungkook announces.Â
And you didnât expect to feel so bummed about it. But somehow, you were relieved. There was suddenly a certain strange energy around and you didnât know if you could take any more of it.
âAh, yeah, itâs kind of lateâŠâ you trail off.Â
Jungkook smiles at you but it doesnât reach his eyes. You delude yourself into thinking it was not fake. Heâs never faked a smile with you before.Â
âThanks for the food and for inviting me over.â
âNo biggies.â You say as you follow him towards the door.Â
Itâs silent again when he wears his shoes, and once he was set and ready to go, you could feel that your smile was hesitant as he bid his goodbye.Â
âSee you around."Â
He didnât offer anything more â he would usually tease you as he goes out, just to rile you up before you part ways. Jungkook just gave a final wave and went on his way.
You had a hard time sleeping that night.
It wasnât hard to avoid Jungkook all week when he himself seemed to be outdoing you in it.
For the record, you werenât actually avoiding him for all sense of the word. You needed your space to collect your thoughts from that night and were trying to recover from the awkwardness of the situation because Jungkook and you might not be the best of friends but youâve never been awkward with each other like that before.
But maybe you should be a little relieved that he hasnât been texting, or that you havenât heard from him. Because you werenât sure if you were able to manage getting out of your shell so soon.
It didnât mean that it didnât sting a bit when he didnât even spare you a glance the other day as you passed each other in the hallways and perhaps you should be celebrating, because yey, he finally did not acknowledge you in some way like meet your gaze and give you a small smile with so many people around that might notice and make a big deal out of it?Â
But you wore the black skirt he liked so much! He was supposed to text you something stupid like "nice skirt :) i wanna see it pooled around my lapâ by the end of the day but no! No such thing happened.Â
Was he mad at you, is that it? Why would he be mad though? Did he seem mad that night? Did you do something that guaranteed this... Whatever this is? As far as you knew, you did not say anything that warranted a silent treatment from him. Did you? Wait, is he actually giving you the silent treatment?Â
Ugh.Â
When Thursday came, you found yourself watching their fourth game on TV together with Nayeon. You got a slight whiplash because it felt like your first time seeing Jungkookâs face in a long while. Somehow, he looked even better on TV, and he was so serious whenever the camera caught him. You supposed he ought to be, but youâve never seen him that serious before. He would smile whenever they scored, and maybe it was a little embarrassing for your heart to do a little jump when you saw that toothy grin again, after so long.
You were slow to understand shit about the game, but you got the whole gist of it eventually.Â
Unfortunately, though, the tight game resulted to your university losing in the end.
You wanted so badly to text him something, anything, but you felt like you werenât on texting terms, so you went to your Instagram and sent Jungkook a direct message.Â
[11:58pm] ynblips: Hi! I watched the game on TV and it was really tight and you did so well :)
You were mostly not expecting a reply, so you were only a little disappointed when you indeed didnât get one even after a day passed. But he liked it, only liked it. Which kind of pissed you off.
What was his deal? Youâve gathered that you, apparently, werenât on speaking terms, for some reason. But this was ridiculous. If he had a problem with you, he should be upfront about it. Not make you guess with this stupid giving-you-the-cold-shoulder thing when you didnât even deserve it. For godâs sake, you knew that last meeting was awkward but you both usually do a good job of swerving those situations and moving on and acting casual! Youâve been casual for four months! This relationship was supposed to be easy. Smooth-sailing. So what changed now?Â
Nayeon noticed your crankiness earlier this day, and it concerned you, how much this whole thing was affecting you.
But youâve grown tired of not knowing anything. You were tired of guessing why Jungkook was being like this.Â
So you were a woman with a mission today. You planned to talk to Jungkook so he could finally be a big boy and talk to you about his obvious problems with you. Because it had to be that, right? He wouldnât talk to you because he had issues with you.Â
Later that day, your quest was made easy when you saw him at the library.Â
Youâre only a little surprised with yourself when you walk towards his direction with the presence of many people around. Yeah, whatever.Â
âHey,â you called.Â
You could see Jungkookâs eyes widening a little as he turns around to see you, his hand stopping from taking notes on his iPad as he looks up at you.Â
âOh, hey,â he greets you, but you can see he is a little confused as he takes out his airpods. You never talked to him on school grounds whenever people were around. He neither did, though. It was a mutual agreement.Â
âWe need to talk."Â
Jungkook looks in between you and the book and notes he was doing, and you would understand if he tells you to fuck off because he was busy â maybe not with those exact words because youâd probably take it to heart and cry about it, but heâs taken you by surprise when he says,Â
"Okay. Let me just fix this.â Jungkook closes his book and his iPad, stuffing them in his bag.Â
You anxiously tap your shoe on the floor, though not with sound, aware of the people looking at your interaction with the schoolâs basketball star player.Â
âWhere to?â He asks as he slings his bag over his shoulder.Â
âJust, uh, follow me."Â
He surprisingly does without further questions, and you begin to second-guess yourself about being kind of mad at him for seemingly being mad at you. Maybe you were reading too much into these past few days? Maybe he really wasnât mad at you and you just assumed so because he suddenly stopped texting you? Itâs not that you needed an explanation for why he wasnât talking to you suddenly. He had a life outside having a friends with benefits situation with you and you know that.Â
Jungkook stopped when you halted your steps at the far end of the library. It was the old theology section and no one really comes around here anymore so it was quiet and free of lingering, poorly hidden stares from other strangers, who you prefer to not be included in this conversation you are about to have.
Shit, should you have just texted him and told him to come over so you could talk more in private? But you doubted he would reply, and anyway, Nayeon would be home so you had no private space to do that.Â
"Okay,â you start. âLetâs talk."Â
Jungkook quirks a brow, leaning back on a cabinet.Â
You look at him one more time and sigh.Â
"Youâve been avoiding me.â You didnât really mean to say it in such a heavy tone, but it came out that way and you couldnât take it back.Â
Jungkook is caught off guard.Â
âHuh?"
You frown. "Youâre avoiding me. And I donât know why and I couldn't care less, usually, but I'm confused and I donât want to guess anything with you so just say it now."Â
There, youâve blurted it all out.Â
Jungkook took a long time, but you feel yourself getting angry when he only says, "Iâm not upset with you."Â
Really? Really?! Is he really planning to to do this right now? Whatâs next, is he going to call you crazy for thinking that he was mad at you because he suddenly stopped talking to you altogether? Un-fucking-believable.Â
"I know you are, just say it.â You say, trying to balance your emotions. He really is gonna call you crazy if you lash out.Â
âIâm just busy with practice.â but the way he said it so dismissively, like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now, makes you frown even harder.Â
âYou canât even text me?â You called out. You didnât know why you said that, because you did just tell yourself it wasnât a big deal if he didnât text you. But it doesnât mean that it didnât hurt when he confirmed it.
âI donât owe you an explanation."
You bite back your tongue. Wow, is he going for asshole today? But it hurt, because it was true. He didnât need to give you an explanation. You werenât anything important, and nor was he in your life, in any way, so why are you genuinely hurt by this?
When Jungkook noticed your silence, a flash of conflict in his expression, he decided to add, "LookâŠâ he trailed off, as if not really having any idea what to say next. When he gave you that placating look, you knew he was about to say something that will completely piss you off.
âIs it about the sex? Iâm sorry we havenât been able to do that the past few days. Do you want to have sex today?â
You felt anger boiling in your chest as soon as he said that.
He really is going for asshole today.
What in the actual fuck? He thinks youâre confronting him because you havenât been having sex? Why would he say that like you were just some desperate whore frothing in the mouth to bed him? Does he think of you so low like that? Did he not consider that maybe you were just genuinely concerned of feeling so distant to him right now?Â
You swallow the lump in your throat and scowl at him.Â
âYou know what, fuck you. I asked you nicely whatâs your problem with me.â
Jungkook was visibly surprised with your outburst, and you were disappointed in yourself to even show an ounce of reaction to that bullshit he just said.
But he just looks away, eager to avoid the look on your face. âYou didnât ask that, you went ahead and accused me of avoiding you when youâve been doing the same thing."Â
"Oh, so you are admitting to avoiding me. Whatâs the issue? Say it.â You demanded. But Jungkook wasnât having any of it.Â
âI donât have a problem. Whatâs your problem? Why are you acting so upset about all of this?"Â
To even throw that on your face was cruel, and you think you saw a flash of hesitation on his face when he said that, but it was blank after a split second. Itâs blank until now, like he doesnât really give a shit.Â
Great.Â
"I just want you to talk to me if youâre upset with me about something.â You say, even though that wasnât really what you intended to say. It felt like defeat.
You feel pathetic all of a sudden, remembering his words. Why are you so upset about all of this? Because clearly, you care. And apparently, he did not. He didnât have to put that to words. He didnât have the right to hurt you like this.Â
âTalk?â Jungkook repeats. âThe last time we did that, you didn't seem to want to."Â
His words have a bite to them, like he means more than that. And that night flashes in your head. When he was opening up to you, and you chose to disengage by being cagey and avoiding it all together because you felt weird about it.Â
When you donât answer, Jungkook sighs.Â
"I have practice in five minutes. Iâll see you around."Â
He doesnât even say goodbye or spare you a last glance when he walks away.Â
You are a turtle.Â
Obviously, not literally. But turtles, when bombarded, reflexively duck their heads inside their shells to protect themselves before any damage could be done to them. And the same could be said about you.Â
You avoid problems like a champ. Itâs the only sport that youâre really great at.Â
Growing up, youâve never really had a lot of friends. You had a small circle in high school but you didnât see a significant value in your connection. Maybe because you grew up in an environment where love was non-existent and the relationships in your house were transactional at best, still are. Until now, you have no idea if your parents loved each other at one point or if they were always like that; like two different strangers working jobs during the day that just happen to have the same house to go to at night so you and Jini have some people to call "momâ and âdadâ. You guessed youâll never know, but it was hard not to think that their relationship has always been the latter. Your relationship with your sister mirrors that of your parentsâ, though, so you canât really criticize them for not acting like partners enough.
When you were young, you hated the way you approached friendship or any sort of relationships a lot. You hated how it was so easy for others to befriend one another, how it was easy for girls your age to have a life outside of studying. You hated how easy it was for other people to not build these sturdy walls whenever someone approached them. But you just kind of grew into it along the wayâŠÂ
Social networking is important for college, though, and you were forced to have friends but you did make friends willingly along the way. It was not that you are a total sociopath, nor do you think you are one. Nayeon was a sweetheart who was very likeable and youâve had the pleasure of being roommates with her for two years now. You are close to a certain point, but it wasnât like you were best friends. She was two years older than you and was on her last year of college and had her own close circle of friends. The closeness was a result of living a domesticated life with each other because you lived in the same house. But you genuinely like her.
And youâve actually met more people you genuinely liked when you went to college, not just her. Like Taehyung. He was a fun conversationalist, and you feel like you could totally hit it off only if you werenât too hesitant to befriend him. Juyeon is probably the most hardworking woman youâve ever met, and most of your liking towards her has a lot to do with the respect and admiration you have for her. And then there was Namjoon. A guy two years your senior during your sophomore year who you've had a short fling with. He was a great guy whom you actually saw yourself dating, but it was a bit complicated. And then JungkookâŠ
Well⊠he was everything you imagined him not to be.
You still remember the first time you saw him during orientation day. He wore this huge white sweatshirt and light-washed cargo pants with some stomper boots, hair curly and so fluffy as he slung his bag over his shoulder, talking animatedly with a friend. Youâve had crushes in high school (like that one senior guy from the debate team who turned out to be an asshole so you got over it pretty quickly) but it was the first time youâve ever felt so strongly like that. Your crush faded eventually though when you learned he was a jock.
However, the universe made different plans. You both had the same code for your first term Philo class and got partnered on a project, and unexpectedly, he turned out to be smart, kind, witty, so unbelievably handsome and attractive and actually wasnât an asshole like you thought he was when you found out he played in the varsity team. That was the start of your pathetic minor pining over the guy and then four months ago happened.
You hit it off at a random party Nayeon told you to come with her to. Had enjoyable sex. And then another. Until you both talked about the agreement â the stupid agreement that you have now still.Â
You like him a lot. Always have. In more ways than one.Â
You were an expert at hiding your feelings so it never really got in the way. And anyway, you arenât ready for a relationship so the arrangement has always been perfect for you.Â
But you hated that. Because, really? This part of your life feels like some pages taken out of a shitty young adult fiction book. Falling for the popular jock at school at the same time your fuck buddy. It wasnât supposed to be like that. You werenât supposed to like him more than you already have because you were both clear at what you wanted when you started it. But it happened and all those fun times with him at the abandoned lot and the soft kisses and gentle smiles and fond gazes and funny conversations and his stupid teasing are most likely going down the drain because you hurt him with your inability to face your feelings.Â
You arenât stupid. You know Jungkook likes you too. You know the past few weeks have been dangerously teetering outside the line of being fuck buddies but you went along with it because who wouldnât? What were you to do, anyway? Confront it? Youâve never been confrontational.Â
So when Jungkook tried to get to know more than your outer surface by opening up to you about things that probably no one other than you knew, you cowered.Â
You cowered because you were afraid of what that would entail.
Youâve never done it, opening up to people. Youâve never known anyone to a point like that. You just werenât the type to get too close to others, them letting them you in their lives just as you let them in yours. That wasnât who you were and youâve always been contented with that for most of your life.
But it wasnât fair to Jungkook and it wasnât fair to you. It wasnât fair to Jungkook because he deserved to know that you care. He deserves to know that you want to know him, too. You want to be close to him more than just the physical, sexual aspect of your relationship. You want to know his intentions behind the overly kind, almost special way he treats you, his caring words, the meaning behind his soft kisses after sex, the purpose behind those kisses that didnât lead to sex.
And lastly, you want him to know that you were sorry for the other night.
So when another Friday rolled, you finally mustered up the courage to go to his game. It was the last one, after all. You wanted to show up.Â
The venue was crowded and chaotic and you wanted to ditch but you decided it was fine. You were gonna endure it if it meant you finally got to see Jungkook physically in court.Â
And saw him, you did. Even though you were in the middle row seats and wearing a cap because you oddly felt unwelcomed and didnât want to be seen by him â as if he would even want to see you. But it was whatever.Â
Jungkook was⊠amazing. That was really the only adjective you could use to describe how he was. Maybe you were a little biased but he was the greatest out of all the ten people running around the court. He just stood out, even when someone else did the good job of scoring.Â
And people around you seemed to think so too because whenever he did get to score or was the one holding the ball or his face got shown on the huge screen, everyone just lost it.
The match was tight again so it bled into five games. Your Uni just needed to win the last one and they would successfully bring the trophy home.
You found yourself silently cheering for your team, specifically Jungkook, though it felt strange to you because this was your first sports game, after all. But it felt good to do it. It also felt good to see other people so passionate at cheering him on as well as his team, especially after you read all that hate against him on the internet the other week.
And it felt especially great when they did win in the end of it all.Â
The stands went wild as the game finished with your Uni scoring a solid 105 and 96 for the other.Â
Youâve stayed long to see Jungkook being awarded the MVP title, but not long enough to find it difficult to get an Uber as you went home.Â
Nayeon got to your place later than you, but you learned that she wasnât at the game earlier but was in a study group instead.
You ordered dinner for the both of you, just some Chinese that you quickly finished up.Â
By 11 pm, you were panicking.Â
You had a solid plan yesterday. You were supposed to go to Jungkook and apologize to him and whatever but how the hell were you going to do that when you had no idea where he was now? Ugh. You shouldâve approached him after the games earlier! But you didnât feel comfortable doing that with so many people aroundâŠÂ
You saw your phone on your night stand and got an idea to just text him. But you didnât know if he was going to respond. If he was going to tell you to fuck off, you at least didnât want to receive that through text.Â
So you opted for the last and craziest option youâve got.Â
[11:08pm] You: Hello, Taehyung! I know we havenât talked in a while and Iâm sorry for texting you now, I just have some questions if you donât mind :) Congrats on winning Finals by the way, it was a great game.
You anxiously wait for his reply that you received not even a minute after you sent your text.Â
[11:08pm] K. Taehyung: hi __ HAHAHHA im a bit surprised to see your name on my phone!! weâve never gotten around having that coffee đ
but thank you for the congrats! hit me with those questions i donât mind [11:09pm] You: Itâs a real bummer that weâve both been so busy ): [11:10pm] You: But I was wondering if you know where Jungkook is? Last week he lent me a jacket when he saw me pour a drink on myself at some cafe, haha. So I was thinking I should give it to him now but I have no idea how to
Listen, it wasnât the whole truth, but it wasnât a complete lie either. You indeed needed to find Jungkook, and he lent you a jacket weeks ago which you needed to return but you forgot about it and conveniently remembered it just earlier when you were trying to conjure up an excuse to see him.
[11:10pm] K. Taehyung: oh i was actually just talking to him awhile ago. he wouldnât go to the after-game party. said he was gonna stay up all night to play overwatch or something [11:10pm] K. Taehyung: I can text you his address if you want to come over like right now
You feel like you arenât supposed to just give your friendsâ addresses away like that but it is flattering to think that Taehyung must trust you enough to not assume you were a psychopath serial killer or something.Â
[11:11pm] You: Yes, please. Thank you so much, Taehyung. Catch up on that coffee hang another time
You got an Uber to drive to his place. You tried not to think too much about the fancy complex and how there were elevators instead of just stairs like yours but you managed to get to Jungkookâs place through Taehyungâs text.Â
You pressed a button upside the knob. It created a loud buzz and you tighten your fingers around the ribbon handles of the paper bag that got his jacket inside.Â
It was the perfect excuse. You did need to return it to him. And if you got too flustered or scared to talk to him further, you were just going to leave right after he takes it from you and just accept the fact that he probably really hates you now because you were mean andâ
The door opens, revealing Jungkook. A shirtless, wet Jungkook.Â
âOh."Â
Jungkook has a hint of shock in his eyes when he comes face to face with you. Youâve never been here, for the record. And he was probably wondering how the hell you got his address.
"Uh,â you start. You thrust the paper bag towards him. âHere. Itâs your jacket from weeks ago. I washed it already. Thanks for lending me it.â
You see his hesitation when he takes it from you, and it makes your nerves go haywire.Â
Jungkook mumbled a little thanks. He stood there for a moment, probably still not getting the shock out of his system. As each second passed, you felt the need and the urge to go, but his voice cut that idea in your head.
âUh. Do you wanna come in?"Â
"Yes.â Maybe it was too much of an immediate answer, but you needed to. If you were to stand outside much longer, your courage will wear down and you might miss an opportunity to talk to him.Â
Jungkook stepped aside and further invited you in. Your steps were a little shy as you followed him inside, watching as he took a pair of Nike sliders and offered it to you as you removed your birkens off your feet.
âThank you.â You tell him, sliding your feet on the slippers that were definitely too big for you.Â
He gave you a small smile in return. That gave you a bit of hope that it would go well tonight.Â
âIâm just gonna go and change into something. You can sit here,â You followed behind him into the living room of his rather huge flat. Really, this was more of a condo unit than an apartment. âThere'sâ sorry. I wasn'tâ itâs kind of messy here right now but I was busy the past few days. Itâs not usually like this here."Â
Jungkook hastily arranged the scattered throw pillows on the couch. You even hear him hissed as he picked up a bowl and some take-out trash on the coffee table. He reached for something in the tight corner of the couch, holding up a remote awkwardly for you.
He quickly looked away from you though, turning to his huge TV (it was literally a jumbotron) and making it light up. It showed some kind of game on pause.
"Iâm sorry, I was playing something earlier. Uh, do you want to play anything? I have a lot of games.â He continued to say.
And you realized Jungkook was panicking. He was rambling, talking words over his own words, jumping from one thing to another and hastily cleaning up the space in the living room. Â
It was⊠adorable. The way he was kind of scrambling⊠to accommodate you? Eh. But it was nice. Nice to know that you arenât the only one panicking.
âThanks for the offer, but I donât really play anything.â You say honestly. You donât like gaming. Itâs stressful.Â
âOhâŠâ Jungkook trails off then his eyes set on the kitchen. âOh shit wait, do you want water? Tea? I donât think I have tea but I think I can look for something?"Â
You couldnât help the laugh that came out from your mouth but you quickly cut yourself off.Â
"Sorry. Uhm. No. I donât want anything.â Truthfully, you wanted water but Jungkook needed to change into something immediately. You may not exactly be talking talking right now but his body and tattoos were nice to look at and you didnât want it to distract you too much. It felt wrong to admire him like that when you were not exactly in great terms.Â
âYou sure?â When you nodded, Jungkook did the same too, but more like to himself. âOkay. Iâll just get to my room."Â
You sat on his nice leather couch and looked around as Jungkook changed.
It was such a nice place. You could see that it was indeed expensive. The space was definitely, like, three times larger than your own and it even seemed to have another room on the far end. You didnât know if Jungkook lived alone, he never mentioned anything about it.Â
You still didnât find yourself completely relaxed as Jungkook emerged from his room.Â
The fringe of his bangs are still wet from his shower, but heâs now changed into a grey hoodie with matching shorts.Â
"Hey,â he said as he walked towards you and sat on the couch. The distance was far but not totally that you end up being on the opposite sides.Â
âHi,â you greeted him back. âYou have a nice place."Â
He smiles. "Thank you."Â
The atmosphere was incredibly awkward, you could feel that. But you pushed yourself to go through it.Â
"Congrats on the game earlier.â You tell him sincerely.Â
âAh⊠thanks."Â
"I went there."Â
"Really?â You could see the understandable surprise in his face after hearing your words. âI didnât see you."Â
You chuckle lightly. "Hm. You were too serious and busy in the court to see me.â
Jungkook shyly looks away.Â
âIâ well. You should have told me. I couldâve gotten you a nice seat. Did you get a nice seat?â The sentiment was cute but surprising at the same time. After that time in the library, you wouldnât have expected him to get you a nice seat.Â
âIt was okay."Â
It didnât look like he would say anything more, but you were a little relieved to have a break from the atmosphere when the door buzzed again, indicating someone coming.Â
You feel your heart jump.
You didnât know why your mind went to such dark places like him having someone over to doâ what? Ugh. Jungkook wouldnât do that, would he? Honesty was what you agreed on when you started this agreement. You promised to tell each other right away if you start sleeping with other people because of health reasons.Â
"That must be the pizza.â Jungkook murmurs as he stands up.
You almost sigh in relief.
Okay. So no other women coming over.Â
Jungkook comes back a moment later with three boxes.Â
âI thought we could eat something,â he said as he sat on the couch again, this time a little closer than earlier. He looked at the TV, still on that game he was playing. He placed the pizza on the table and took the remote to exit out of his game, pressing some buttons on it and eventually the screen loaded to Netflix. âYou wanna watch something?"Â
That would be nice, actually.Â
"Yep."Â
"Okay⊠uh. Legally Blonde?"Â
You couldnât help your eyebrow from raising.Â
Jungkook laughs a little. Youâre a little surprised to hear it. It felt like eons ago since youâve heard it.
"I like it a lot.â He shrugged and then looked it up on Netflix, clicked the movie poster and pressed play.
You start eating the pizza on the couch. You were obsessed with Legally Blonde probably an abnormal amount but this time, its entertainment didnât affect you full force because at the back of your head, youâre still trying to figure out how to speak up the words you really wanted to say to Jungkook.Â
âHeyâŠâ you suddenly speak. You hesitate for a while but then let out a heavy breath. Jungkook looks at you because of that. âIâm sorry."Â
His confusion was anticipated. He face looks like he was ready to ask, but you continue,Â
"About the other night. Uh. When you went over. Iâm sorry. I made you feel like I didnât care butâŠâ you train your gaze to the remote on the corner of the couch. âBut I do, Jungkook. I care about you. Itâs just that, it freaked me out, you know? People never felt comfortable enough with me to share such personal things and Iâve always been okay with that because Iâm not exactlyââ you cut yourself off, trying to organize your thoughts. But you give up because there was no use in doing such. You wanted to be honest as much as possible. âI know I donât exactly strike people as someone who can care. And, well, thatâs true, you know? People always tell me that I almost function like a robot. So, uh, I freaked out, because I thought you trusted me enough to do that and I felt like I didnât deserve it, your trust I mean. And so I acted like that because I didnât know whatââ
âHey,â Jungkook stopped you before you could go on a full spiral. You didnât notice because of your rambling earlier but he was closer this time. âBreathe. Itâs fine. I have all the time to listen to you."Â
It was such a sweet sentiment, paired with his charming smile. You feel your heart jump and look away from his gaze.Â
"Baby,"Â
There. Heâs calling you that name again. Has he forgiven you? Were you both on that terms again? But he couldnât have forgiven you that fast!Â
"Baby, look at me,â you did, because he held your face in his warm hands, making you look at him. You could feel your cheeks tingle in his hold. âIâm actually so glad you came here tonight. I appreciate your apology, and I accept it.â He says, voice sounding so sincere.
You looked down, feeling like you donât deserve it at all.Â
âIâve been thinking, you know?â Jungkook lifts your chin up with his fingers, smiling, such mirth behind it that you think he was probably thinking you were going to tease him about his words. But you didnât feel like joking with him right now. âI totally didnât think things through that night. I shouldnât have told you all about my personal dramaâ"
Oh, no. Thatâs exactly what you thought you made him feel that night, and for him to verbalize it, it hurts you. Because you knew you truly made him feel that way. It wasnât your intention but you knew your reaction âor lack thereofâ threw him off.Â
"No, no. I should haveâ"Â
"No, ___, I shouldnât have dumped all of that onto you expecting you to have a say about it and be disappointed and extremely hurt when you didnât. We donât know each other a lot, I know that." He gives you a sheepish smile. "I guess I just... I wanted us to know each other a little better you know? But I mustâve freaked you out instead and made you uncomfortable with me telling you all about those when we made it clear that this relationship was never going to be like that, and Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry for dumping. I kind of⊠realized that... maybe you just wanted some lazy time with me that night. So Iâm sorry. I believe you're also apologetic about it, but Iâm saying donât be. It was all on me."Â
Jungkookâs words were a jumbled mess in your head that you were surprised to even get them.Â
"Iâno, no. Kookâ I⊠told you, I care about you. Iââ you felt a metaphorical block in your head, and it made you cut yourself off. But then you remember his words and so you continue, âI didnât justâ look. It was unexpected, and I told you I just freaked out because I didnât know where we stood and I just felt like I wasnât deserving to know you like that. But I care a lot about you.â
Jungkook was quiet for a while, and you feared he was contemplating and thinking you were just lying to get over everything with. But then his face softens at your words. âI care a lot about you, too,â He says, and then it contorts a little, as if he remembered something. âThatâs why Iâm also⊠Iâm also sorry about that time at the library. I was a complete asshole to you. I wanted to be mean because I was hurt but none of it was your fault. I really am sorry."Â
Your head takes you back to that time in the library. He did hurt you with the harsh words heâd spoken, but his apology sounded sincere and you believe it.Â
"Yeah. Uhm. Iâm sorry about cornering you there. I shouldâve texted you that I wanted to talk but I wasnât sure if you were going to reply."Â
Jungkook looked a little shameful for reasons that you couldnât think of.Â
"Iâm sorry about that. I acted like such a boy about the whole thing. You donât deserve to be ghosted suddenly because you hurt my feelings without you even really knowing why. I shouldâve talked to you properly."Â
You bite your lip, feeling like you were suddenly going to cry.
You know it was the bare minimum, and even though he said you had nothing to be sorry about, you still feel oddly emotional about someone apologizing to you. Youâd never been apologized to sincerely even when a lot of people have done you wrong and hurt you before. They always thought you didnât care or just got over things quickly because apparently, people had the impression that you werenât the type to feel anything.Â
"I like you a lot.â You blurt out.Â
It was stupid. It was so stupid to say that in the middle of this conversation, but your mouth was running faster than your brain and you couldnât help it.Â
âReally?â Jungkook grins, and it was quite big. Your heart beats faster in your chest. âI really like you, too. Like, a lot. Probably more than you do.â
You meet his eyes finally. They hold such fondness for you, and youâve always noticed. But you brush it away just as it shows. Regular, old, __. Always pushing away people who like her.
Right now, youâre berating yourself for pointedly ignoring that before, but his dark eyes serve as a distraction. They were so ominous and so big and looked like they had the stars in them. And he was so handsome. Suddenly, your gaze falls to his lips and quickly trains to the mole under the bottom one. Youâve always wanted to kiss it but never did so because⊠because, well. It would be weird, right? But then you remember that Jungkook always kisses that mole in between your chest...Â
You blush at the thought and look away.Â
âThatâs nice.â You said, not really knowing how to respond.Â
Jungkook chuckled and twisted himself to look forward again, at the TV playing Legally Blonde.Â
It was like that for a while and you found that the weight youâve been carrying all week on your back felt like itâs been lifted, finally.Â
This night was going really, really well.Â
And so well it went.
Legally Blonde ended and you and Jungkook somehow ended up being closer. So close that his arm just found its way around your shoulders, your leg across his, his other arm wrapped around that leg to pull you impossibly closer to him onto the next film.Â
Itâs been half an hour into the new movie but if you were honest, your brain wasnât really on it. It was on how Jungkook held you delicately, his mouth pressing kisses on the crown of your head occasionally, almost absentmindedly. Your thoughts were filled with the soft, gentle caresses of his hand on your leg, and how you would feel his eyes even when you werenât looking. It was all so tender and just so, so incredibly nice.Â
When you yawned, Jungkook immediately checked on you with a light chuckle.Â
âSleepy?â He asks.Â
You shake your head but another yawn forced its way out of your mouth again. You let your head fall dramatically on his chest as he laughed.Â
âI gotta goâŠâ you said, thinking that itâs probably late as hell and dark outside. But you found that you really didnât want to. The material of his hoodie was so soft and his presence was so calming and it sounded undeniably cheesy but you wanted to be held by him a little more.Â
âYou could stay."Â
That made you look up at him.Â
"Huh?"Â
"You can stay here, if you want. Sleep over."Â
"Oh."Â
A flash of hesitation on his beautiful face.
"Only if you want to, of course. Iâll drive you home if you wanna go.â He offers quickly, as if embarrassed to even suggest the thing he said earlier.Â
But you did want to stay. But⊠he never stayed over at your place. You didnât let him and he never expressed a little bit of desire to do so, anyway. Would it be unfair if he never slept over at yours but you would at his now? What did your conversation today change? When he said âI like youâ, did that mean it was okay for you to stay the night?Â
âUhm, Iâd like to stay here, if itâs okay with you.â You said, throwing your inhibitions away. There was no room for more denials in your heart.Â
Jungkookâs bright grin made your worries subside. He definitely wants you to stay as much as you do.Â
âOkay."Â
"Itâs okay for you? Sorry, I donât have a lot of pillowsâŠâ Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you sheepishly.Â
You waved him off. âItâs fine. Hey, come here now."Â
Jungkook did a poor job of hiding a big grin again as he slid on the bed with you.
When you twisted yourself so your back was facing him, about to reach for your phone on the night stand to see if Nayeon replied to your text telling her you wouldnât be home until morning, Jungkook also did the same and wrapped his arm around your waist, basically spooning you.Â
And you realized that oh, heâd mistaken you for wanting to be a little spoonâŠÂ
But it was cute. And you really like him holding you, so you pretended it was your intention all along and mentally noted to check your phone tomorrow morning.
"You smell good.â He said against your ear. You smiled at the way it tickled a bit.
âI donât think I do anymore, but thanks.â
You showered right after coming home as the game ended but that was many hours ago, so surely Jungkook must just be speaking nonsense. And anyway, he was the one who smelled nice because he did just get out of the shower. He smelled like that certain apple scent he always did.Â
âNo, really. Like flowers. I always liked that about you."Â
"Eh, itâs probably just my bath and body works body wash."Â
"Really?â You felt him sniff up your arm and you giggled. That reaction encouraged him to do it more until his nose reached your armpit. It tickled so much that you thrashed and turned and bit his arm. His laughter got louder as you did so, but you only pouted at him.Â
âOkay, sorry, sorry,â Jungkook said but he didnât look like it. You didnât expect it but he suddenly kissed your forehead. Your eyes reflexively closed at the feel of his lips on your skin.Â
You open them once again only to see Jungkook staring into your eyes again, quite intensely that you feel like he was there looking right into your soul.Â
âI missed you.â He whispered, his hand that was around your waist tightening, the other clearing up your face from stray hairs.Â
âI really missed you too.â you said as sincerely as you could. Because you really did, and you hope he could feel it and believe it just like you did his words.Â
A few seconds after and then his lips finally touched yours and it was such a relief that you sighed against them. It was a slow kiss. Sweet and too short but you didnât really mind when Jungkook looked at you again like you hung the stars in the sky.Â
âLetâs sleep baby, turn around for me again.â He said and you wanted to reprimand him for ordering you around but you didnât really feel like you needed to. You didnât really have complaints about being the little spoon in this cuddling session, anyway.
It was only about a minute of silence when Jungkook suddenly spoke.
âBabe, I know Iâm probably going to ruin this wholesome moment but can I hold your boob while we try to sleep?"Â
And you couldnât help but laugh because who wouldnât.Â
"Go for it.â You said, settling against his chest, getting more comfortable. Jungkook was only too happy to let you, letting out a low happy hum as he held you tighter, another hand wandering inside the worn out shirt you were wearing that he lent you for the night.Â
The contact was cold to the touch at first, but when he gave you a squeeze and finally rested his hand over there, it got warm eventually.
Having a weight on top of your boob while sleeping was definitely a new concept for you, but you found that it was oddly comforting.
There was nothing sexual to it, not really. And you thought Jungkook didnât really have any sexual intentions to begin with.Â
It was just nice to have his hand on your breast.Â
âSo soft,â Jungkook whispered at some point and you just chuckled in between putting yourself in slumber.
Itâs been hard to settle in bed peacefully the previous nights after that debacle weeks ago, but that moment, you slid to dreamland quite easily; and you were certain it was due to Jungkookâs warm body all over yours.
EPILOGUE
( ONE MONTH LATER )
You have awoken in a feverish feeling brought by the dream of a certain man drawing all kinds of shapes on your clit with his skillful tongue. At first, the sensation felt far away, like it was just a distant memory, but you suddenly feel a seemingly too real grip on your thighs and a tentative swipe over the length of your nether region.Â
When you blearily open your eyes, the sunlight intruding through the seams of your room, you caught a sight of a very real manâs head in between your legs, his dark hair pulled by a headband as he determinedly pleasures your pussy. Â
âJungkook,â you sigh, blindingly reaching for his head.Â
He hums in your pussy, and it sends a jolt right up your spine. He felt you jumping a little, and that earned a chuckle from him. The vibration of it in your aching heat made your legs quiver.Â
âGood morning, baby."Â
It was a little disorienting to wake up to Jungkook eating you out so early in the morning, but the pleasure overrode it as you throw your head back on your soft pillows, twisting your face to the side and burying it on the fluffy material as Jungkook sucks on your clit, his finger teasing over the lips of your pussy.Â
âAh, that feels so goodâŠ" you moan, thrashing on the bed at the delight brought by his tongue. But Jungkookâs strong hold kept your legs wide for him to have complete access to your wet cunt which heâs licking like it was a meal heâs always wanted to have.Â
âWanna make you feel good,â he said, beginning to place open mouthed kisses on your pussy that delivered delirious shivers all over your body. He emphasized his sentiment by bringing two fingers in your hole, sliding them in and out quite easily as you felt yourself gushing every second from his actions. âSo wet. You love this, angel? You like what Iâm doing?"Â
All you could give him was a pathetic little whimper that you hope he understood as he didnât bother to wait for your response and proceeded to wrap his mouth on your clit again, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud with the steady way his fingers slipped in and out of you, lewd squelches filling the otherwise quiet room except for the chirping bird outside.
And it sounded oddly poetic.Â
So peaceful. Oh, to wake up like this everyday.Â
Your grasp on his hair tightened, bringing his face closer to your pussy that you even got a hold of his headband, but you didnât care. All you could think about was how delicious Jungkook is speeding his fingers in your entrance, long and bony digits touching every ridge of your pussy, slowly but surely sending you to your edge. Your breath quickened every second passed, and now you could say you were fully awake.Â
Jungkook broke away from you and you were just about to reprimand him about it when he suddenly licked a long, slow stripe over the wet length of your entrance and you cried out.
You were nearly brought to tears when he dove in your core again to repeat his actions from earlier, but this time, he went for messy. So sloppy; his head moving around your pussy, sucking your juices with enthusiasm and making your arch your back on the mattress, his finger rubbing your clit to bring you to your orgasm.Â
And he did successfully bring you to it. He did with what seemed to sound like a painful groan of your name from his throat, a husky sound that made your pussy and legs quiver. But that didnât stop Jungkook from lapping at the cum that dripped out.Â
You let out a big breath, making yourself bounce on the bed as you fell to it. Exhausted. Spent.Â
"Kook,â you nudged Jungkook with your foot to his bicep because he was doing that thing again.Â
âWanna clean you up."Â
You roll your eyes. It was so counterproductive but you let him be for awhile, relaxing on your back as he quite literally slurped the gush that came and is still coming out from you. That was why him "cleaning you upâ was useless.Â
âLet me suck your cock.â You said, nudging him again. Jungkook peeled his head from between your legs and looked at you, and you nearly moaned at finally seeing his face. He looked insanely hot with his hair around his sweaty hearline pulled by that head band, but the sheen gloss all over his mouth to his chin made you feel just a little shy.Â
âReally?â Jungkook asked again, eyes wide, like he was a kid about to receive his gifts from Santa on Christmas morning.
You only hummed, bringing your body in a sitting position. Jungkook grabbed your waist, about to kiss you, but you pushed him on the bed and slid your leg over his thighs, leaning down to make quick work of pulling his boxers down that had a little wet patch on the front and a huge boner that was just begging to be freed.Â
Jungkook sighed when you get a hold of his length, not wasting time to tease because as much as you wanted to, you were impatient to taste him and make him cum.Â
âF-fuck,â Jungkook curses as you pumped his cock, your thumb pressing on his leaking tip. âYouâre so pretty, baby."
His groan is elongated as you finally put him in your mouth. You make yourself comfortable by kneeling inside his spread legs, leaning down closer to his crotch and twisting your head to the side so that you could gather your hair in one side. It was always hard to reach deep, but you make do of your hand, twisting your fingers around the remaining length that your mouth could not take.Â
It didnât take too long for Jungkook to shake and start speaking sweet nonsense in the wake of his impending orgasm, probably because he had been holding back since he ate you out. But you worked as hard, sucking on his tip, brushing your fingers over his balls here and there, pumping his wet cock in your hand, ignoring the tears thatâs forming in the corners of your eyes.Â
âBaby, Iâm cumming,â he warned, holding the back of your head to try and get you off but you insisted and let him release in your mouth.Â
Jungkook hissed, and you leaned back to jerk his cock for any more cum, swallowing the one in your mouth that you felt had gotten to some parts of your face so you try to lick over your mouth, tasting cum there. He was still cumming, though, just a little, it spurting on your chest and chin.Â
You giggled as Jungkook groaned. When you were sure you milked him dry, you let yourself flop on his naked body, draping yourself over it even though he was kind of sweaty and sticky⊠but you donât really mind. You were just gonna shower later.Â
âYouâre a minx.â He said, chuckling, his arm going around your waist and the other resting over one bare ass cheek.Â
âI live to make you suffer.â you replied, rubbing your cheek against his chest then pressing kisses to it.Â
âYouâre winning."Â
That made you laugh.Â
After a while, you remove your head on his chest and look down on him. He arches a brow, waiting. And then you dropped your mouth to the mole under his bottom lip. You giggled because Jungkook wasnât expecting it, shown by the confusion on his face. Before he could say anything, you lock your lips with his, sighing when he reciprocated your kiss right away.Â
The kiss takes a U-turn as Jungkook flipped you over so he was the one hovering over you now, hands roaming around your body sending tingles all over your spine to your toes and heat between your legs as he squeezed your breasts.Â
He squished the both of them in his huge palms, and you feel his cock twitch against your thigh when he did so, so as the gush of wetness coming from your pussy as he finally dropped his mouth to suck on your pebbled nipples.Â
â___, are youâoh my god Iâm so sorry!â
Jungkook and you quickly looked over your door, catching Nayeon just as she scrambled to close it.Â
"Shit.â You hissed.
Jungkook looked at you. And then you both get off of each other, him going for the sweats heâd folded on a swivel chair in your room, and you putting on your robe and messily tying your hair in a bun with a hair tie.Â
âIâm just gonna go outside and talk to herâŠâ you trail off, watching as Jungkook puts his pants on.Â
âOkay,â he went over to you, holding your face and leaning down to kiss you. âSorry."Â
You licked your lips as he broke the kiss, couldnât help but smile.
"Itâs fine."Â
When you went out, Nayeon is at the kitchen drinking water. When she saw you, you gave her an awkward smile.Â
She frowned. "Iâm really so, so sorry, ___. I swear I didnât know you had someone over. I just got back from the overnight study group I texted you about last night and itâs 8 am so I thought I could wake you up for class."Â
You find yourself smiling genuinely at her explanation. You wave her off and went over to grab a drink of water as well.Â
"Itâs fine. Our prof actually emailed us last night that our 8 am class was gonna be cancelled today so technically my first class is gonna be at 10. But Iâm also supposed to be getting ready, soâŠ"Â
Nayeon hummed and drank more of her water.
You were just waiting for it. You knew she was so gonna ask you about it. You were kind of nervous but you found that you actually didnât care that much to tell her all about Jungkook.Â
So when she finally did ask, you only looked sheepish.Â
"So, Jeon Jungkook, huh?"Â
You nod.
"I shouldâve known!â Nayeon exclaimed. âYou were suddenly interested about basketball andâ no, Iâm not gonna lie. I did not expect that."Â
You bit your lip as you hid half of your face behind the rim of the glass. "YeahâŠ"Â
Nayeon suddenly narrowed her eyes at you, and you hold yourself to prepare for whatâs next.Â
"He was your sneaky link all this time?"Â
Your eyes widened. "No!â But then you quickly remembered that, technically, he was. But⊠âbut not really. I mean, not anymore?"Â
You werenât sure, though. Your relationship with Jungkook for the past month had undergone a shift. You were purely fuck buddies before, and now you fuck and see each other for more than that. You sleep over almost twice a week at his place, have movie nights. He let you know about this game Animal Crossing and youâve been obsessed since so sometimes you really just go over his place to play it. (Your island was seriously becoming pretty.) Also, you started grabbing lunch regularly these days in his car and go on what you can call dates if both your schedule aligned and itâs not that you were actively keeping other people from knowing about this sudden change in your relationship, including Nayeon, it was just â your time together was really just spent for pure enjoyment with each other. It was just like: if people saw, then they do.Â
Despite that, a label still wasnât put to it.Â
You don't mind.
"Oh, soâyour boyfriend?!â Nayeonâs tone is laced with surprise, and you flinched at hearing the word boyfriend but you shrugged it off.Â
âUhm, itâs very new.â Was what you replied. It was the only thing you could offer, honestly.Â
Your friend looked at you for a few seconds and then nods, as if understanding â what? you have no idea â and then turned to the direction to your room.Â
You see Jungkook popping out from your door when you looked over.Â
âHi, Nayeon."Â
When he emerged, heâs fully dressed and it was a bummer that heâd taken out his head band. Whatever, youâd make him wear it later. It was really cute when he wore it.Â
"Ohh, here comes the sexy man."Â
The casualty of it threw you off a bit but then you suddenly feel grateful to Nayeon for not making a big deal about the whole thing.
So you laughed and joked, "Donât say that! Youâre going to stroke his ego."Â
Nayeonâs right eyebrow raised. "Oh, his ego is definitely getting stroked, alright."Â
Even Jungkook burst out laughing at the crude implications of her words, and you found the whole thing atrocious. Nayeon only shook her head, but she was smiling.Â
"Sorry for interrupting your time together, lovebirds. I brought something for breakfast but I donât think itâll be enough for two people.â She said, pointing towards a take-out bag on the kitchen counter.Â
âItâs fine, thanks Nayeon."Â
She waved you off. "Iâll just be in my room. Eat first before you do cardio, guys."Â
You huff out a laugh at her words again, and so did Jungkook. He walked towards you as Nayeon disappeared in her room, and you smiled at him as he did so.Â
Jungkook held your waist and pressed you a little to the refrigerator, but you have no complaints in the way he leaned down to share a slow and soft kiss with you.Â
"Breakfast?â He whispered, kissing your cheek. And then your nose.Â
You giggled, circling your arms around his neck. He hummed at the contact, like heâs always so content and peaceful whenever you touch him.
âI think Iâll just get coffee on my way to Uni.â you told him.Â
That made him frown, though. âThatâs really notâŠâ you arched your brow as you wait for him to finish his words. He sighed. âOkay. But at least eat some toast? Iâll make it for you."Â
You nod. "Okay. Iâm gonna go shower first, though. I stink."Â
As if prompted, Jungkook quickly buried his face to the crook of your neck and whiffed out your scent, dramatically smelling you and then peeling his face away, saying, "Nope, still smell like flowers to me. But I agree, we need a shower."Â
"We?"Â
He gives you a serious look. "Yes. Water conservation is one of my goals this year."Â
You jab on his chest lightly. So stupid. But so handsome and cute that you canât help but pull him close to you and kiss him again.Â
Suddenly, Jungkook grabbed your thighs and make you hold on to him as he carried you across the living room. You stopped your own squeal before you could scare Nayeon with it. Jungkook laughed at that and you slap his chest in retaliation.
He went straight to the bathroom and put you on the counter with all the intentions to keep making out with you by the way he was swirling his tongue deliciously against yours, hands squeezing your sides.Â
But you really had to shower.Â
He whined when you put your hands on his shoulders and broke free from his kiss, pushing him away a little.Â
"Donât be a baby. Letâs shower,â you said, giving him a stern look. He looked petulant for a while, but then suddenly smirked. You narrowed your eyes, pretty sure he had dirty things in his head right now. âNo funny business. You literally have class in an hour."Â
"I could make you cum in less than that."Â
"Jungkook!"Â
He laughed, kissing you. "Iâm kidding.â
âBehave. Nayeon is here."Â
He only nodded and began taking his clothes off. You also removed your robe from your body, going over to the towel rack to hang it there. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and shamelessly ogled your naked form and you rolled your eyes, not waiting for him as you stepped in the shower first. He followed right after, smiling at you as he offered to wash your body.Â
Jungkook assured you he had no funny business in mind, but you didnât really mind when his hands suddenly got grabby, when he told you that his hands could lather your body wash more effectively than your loofah just so he could massage your boobs in his soapy palms, staying a little too long over there. But you didnât complain when his finger ghosted over your pussy, and you absolutely werenât mad when he kissed you hotly as the shower ran and water soaked the soap suds out of your body.Â
In fact, you enjoyed it a lot when he pressed you against the wall while his strong arms held you tight as he fucked you open, gasping in your mouth, grunting about how pretty you were and how much you were such a good girl for him.Â
He spoke more nonsense in your ear when he turned you around, an arm tight around your breasts, his other hand gripping your waist as he slid his engorged cock in and out of you from behind while you tried to minimize the sound of your cries until you both came.Â
You know Jungkook knew his goal to conserve water was doomed from the very start, especially when you ended up taking a second shower because you felt sticky and just unclean.Â
But it felt great to come out of the bathroom and have Jungkook dressed the same time as you with the clothes he left in your closet from the other times heâs spent over here.Â
"Iâll see you later.â He pressed a quick kiss on your mouth.Â
âOkay,â he smiled and you failed to resist the urge to kiss him again for the last time. âIâm coming over to play Animal Crossing."Â
"You only like me for my NintendoâŠâ Jungkook jokingly narrowed his eyes at you and you laughed.Â
âIt took you a long time to figure out?â
Jungkook pouts. âAs long as you curl up in my lap while you play it, I can accept that.â
âYouâre cute, baby. But youâre late to class, go scram.â You shooed him and he chuckled.Â
âOkay, kiss me again?â You did. Jungkook smiled and kissed you but on the forehead this time. âBye, pretty."Â
You leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed as you watched him slowly disappear from your pathway with (certainly) a fond look on your face.Â
Blurring the lines with your fuck buddy might be cliche, and confronting it might have been hard, but you did it. And he was just as willing and honest with you about his feelings.
And it was worth it.
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jungkook fanfics that has a special place in my heart! đ (part 1)
A collection of the best (and most well-written) fanfics I've had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for brightening my days and touching me with your words.
cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive (jungkook x reader) fwb!au completed
ukiyo by @kooktrash (local beach boy!jk x city girl!reader) summer romance au completed
neighbor blunder by @awrkive (neighbor!jk x reader) ongoing
the love prognosis by @awrkive (surgeon!jk x surgeon!reader) medical!au ongoing
lucky by @kooberryfields4ever (jungkook x reader) completed
bbdaddy series by @muniimyg (co parents jungkook x reader) exes au ongoing
itâs hard to believe by @ahgasegotarmy116 (jungkook x reader) completed
never thought by @yoongiphoria (jungkook x reader) completed
singing in the shower by @author-ssi (jungkook x reader) completed
bad habits by @hannieehaee (spiderkook!jk x reader) completed
yearning by @soft4gguk (idol!jungkook x reader) fwb! completed
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FIRST CLASS | JJK
SUMMARY in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.
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PAIRING rich student!jk x (f)rich student!reader
WORDCOUNT 25k+
RATING 18+ MINORS DNI
GENRE smut, fluff, angst. university au, f2l
CONTENT read if u have certain triggers, skip if u don't want spoilers! â childhood best friends, nepo baby!reader, nepo baby!jungkook, taehyung younger sister!reader, jk&reader 21y/o, heavy pining, so much cursing, a bit of crack throughout, whipped!jungkook, simp!jungkook, kinda emotionally constipated!reader, lack of & miscommunication, genuinely the most dramatic fic youâll ever read, jungkook has his tats, shorter hair jk (reference in banner pic), jk is a tits guy and reader has big tiddies, jk & reader are very touchy and lovey friends, reader is kind of a bitch to those she doesn't care about, reader is rich but jungkook is richer đ©, reader seems kind of conceited but she's an angel i promise, multiple arguments between mcs, jealousy, bottled up feelings, borderline toxic/unhealthy friendship if u were to really think about it, jk & reader have active sex lives beforehand, reader is in a fwb situation beforehand, jk is a (soft?) fuckboy beforehand, there is an explicit scene between reader & a side character (but no sex), punch up/fight scene, potential/near-miss car accident, character development kind of (reader gets nicer), there are 2 scenes where characters get badly physically injured, mentions/use of a few male idol names (mingyu, jaehyun, felix) but they are non-idol college students, frat!taekook, lacrosse!taekook, of age alcohol consumption, the rest of bangtan are side characters, sope are bfs, the last like 9k(?) is literally just smut helpp, happy ending.
18+ WARNINGS so much kissing, making out, grinding, dry humping, fingering (f receiving), pussy eating from the back, sloppy blowjob/handjob, slight exhibition?..you'll see, pet names during sex, dirty talk, use of the word slut in praise, soo much praising, biting, jk likes the pain ok, body worship, tiddy sucking, mentions of tiddy fucking, ball play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, bigg dick jk, soft dom!jungkook, subby!reader, unprotected sex, ocs a pro dick riderr đââïž, creampie, super sweet aftercare
author's note thank you all so much for the love on the teaser! it truly motivated me to finish this quicker than i ever expected. however, proofing such a long piece was a veryyy different experience to what i'm used to, so if u see any inaccuracies or timeline inconsistencies... no u don't <3
first class ; noun /ËfÉËs(t) ËklÉËs/ a set of people or things grouped together as the best.
The biting cold of the winter evening settles over Yonsei University's lacrosse field, floodlights casting long shadows on the frosted grass. You pull your mink coat tighter around yourself, the chill seeping through despite your layers.
Sitting on the bleachers with Park Jimin and his twin sister, Park Minji, you watch the game unfold.
The match is in full swing: Yonsei versus Hanyang, another top South Korean university. The excitement is palpable as the outdoor stadium fills with spectators, creating a sea of blue and greenâthe colors of the respective teams they are rooting for. Jimin wears a blue puffer jacket in support, while your roommate Minji is swimming in a blue long-sleeve sports jersey that definitely does not belong to her, you think with a smirk.
You initially weren't going to attend tonight due to other plans, which is why you aren't sporting anything blue. But, after a whiny 20-minute call from your insufferable best friend, you canceled on Mingyu last minute and tagged along with the Parks. Not that you would've dressed in all royal blue anyway⊠you're not fucking crazy. But maybe you would've added a blue ribbon to your hair or something.
Taehyung and Jungkook, co-captains of the Yonsei team, are in their element, dominating the field with effortless skill. You watch as your brother and Jungkook easily clear the opposing team, their movements synchronized and precise.
Jimin nudges you with a gloved hand, his breath visible in the frigid air. "Your brother and Kook are killing it out there," he says, his eyes following the action on the field.
You nod, cheeks flushed from the cold. Giving him a hum in agreement, you glance over at Minji. Her focused gaze keeps drifting back to Number 12, almost subconsciously, before realizing and snapping back to the middle of the field.
You look away in amusement, focusing on the game again and watching as Number 12, Kim Namjoon, swiftly catches the ball flying through the air with his racket before bolting through an opening in Hanyang's layout.
As the game progresses, the Hanyang team rallies, their determination pushing them closer and closer to Yonsei's lead. The crowd tenses as the score tightens, but you remain composed. You've seen this scenario play out countless times before.
There are 20 seconds left in the match, and Yonsei is down by two points. The twins have matching pouts on their lips, beginning to come to terms with your school receiving their first defeat of the season.
You watch as Hanyang makes the pitiful mistake of trying to make a risky pass by Number 1.
In the blink of an eye, Number 1's racket shoots out and intercepts the catch, and with a final burst of speed, Jungkook breaks right through the opposing defense. His eyes lock on the goal, and with a powerful swing, he sends the ball soaring into the net.
The crowd erupts, cheers reverberating across the field as the final buzzer blares, signaling the end of the game. You can't help but smile at Jungkook's skill.
The Yonsei team quickly swarms around Jungkook, their cheers morphing into a sea of bodies that envelop him, eventually toppling him to the ground in a dogpile. As they begin to disperse, Taehyung leans down to his co-captain with a proud grin.
Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand with a chuckle, the elder hoisting him to his feet before draping an arm around his shoulder. Jungkook pulls off his helmet, shaking out his damp curls, which cling stubbornly to his forehead. His eyes then drift towards the bleachers, where he suddenly loses his train of thought.
There you are, in all your gloryâwrapped in a long, expensive chocolate mink coat, cheeks flushed pink from the cold air.
Your smooth legs, sheathed in sheer stockings, disappear into boots that likely cost as much as a teenager's first car. He wonders about the color of your skirt hidden beneath your coatâis it brown to match, or black to complement your boots? The color, he isn't certain, but he does know it is either a skirt or a dress. You would never be caught dead in trousers and even avoid jeans if you can. Personally, Jungkook thinks you look spectacular in jeans.
Your hair hangs loose, styled pin-straight but tousled slightly by the breeze, and his fingers itch to tuck the stray strands behind your ear. You are engrossed in conversation with Jimin and Minji as the three of you descend the bleacher seats, now heading towards him and your brother. Your brother, who is now holding his helmet under his right arm, uses his left to tug his best friend out of his trance and towards their friends.
You and the Park siblings weave through the amped-up crowd before finally reaching where the co-captains are peeling off their gloves.
Jimin clasps Taehyung's hand, pulling him into a warm, brotherly hug. "That was a fucking game, Tae!" He exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face before giving the same greeting to Jungkook.
Minji follows suit, hugging Taehyung quickly before turning to Jungkook with a playful smirk. âYou had us scared for a second, Kook,â she teases, âthought you werenât gonna make that last shot.â
Jungkook chuckles, returning Minji's hug before leaning back and chucking his helmet on the ground, waiting for you to finish congratulating your brother.
"All part of the show," he replies to the twin with a wink before you pull away from Tae and float to him like second nature.
Nobody bats an eye as your arms slink around his shoulders, linking behind his neck. His taller frame leans down slightly on instinct, and his arms wrap around your waist. His face buries gently into your neck, pulling you a little closer. Your perfume renders Jungkook dazed, and he knows that he is a sweaty mess and smells like one too, but even if you notice, you don't mention it.
"Hi," he mumbles, his breath tickling your skin, causing you to smile and pull away slightly.
"Hi," you echo sweetly, noticing his eyes flicker down to where your coat has parted and your black HermĂšs mini-skirt peeks through.
You are about to ask him if he likes it because you just bought it yesterday, but he is quick to draw your coat tighter around you, probably not wanting the cold air to nip at you any longer.
He picks up his helmet and gloves, his tattooed arm slipping comfortably over your shoulder as the five of you head towards the locker rooms.
Your head rests against the side of his chest while you walk, and your friends are still beaming about Yonsei's fourth consecutive win of the season. Jungkook slows his steps slightly, letting the rest of your group pull slightly ahead.
"Glad you came," he says softly, his skin tingling as your nails lightly scratch against his shirt where your hand rests around his waist.
"Yeah, you better be," you hum teasingly, "Mingyu was not happy."
Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat before forcing out a laugh, "Tell him I'll make it up to him. Take him out on a date myself."
Your giggle soothes the ache in his chest before it returns tenfold at your response, "wasn't a date. Was just going to see him."
"Ohhaahah," his attempt at a laugh comes out more strained than he intends, and you snort, amused by his discomfort.
Before he can protest, you interlock his hand with yours and lead him towards the locker room, his steps quickening to match yours. He follows behind you like a puppy dog, as if this was your locker room and you were showing it to him for the first time.
A chaotic mix of celebration and exhaustion echoes throughout the building as you walk through the door that Tae holds open. The smell of sweaty lacrosse players all but hits you in the face, and Jungkook watches in amusement as your nose scrunches slightly. The warm air is welcoming though, and you let out a sigh as it works to defrost your frozen skin.
The changing room is packed to the brim with sweaty college boys high-fiving, recounting the game's highlights, and shedding off their gear. Jungkook lets go of your hand when you and Minji go over to say hi to Namjoon.
Taehyung is caught up in conversation with the coach, who is commending the team's performance and already running through some things they can work on in preparation for next month's match.
"Jaykayyyyyy!!"
"Let's fucking gooo, Jeon!"
"Good shit tonight, JK!"
You release Namjoon from the hug and turn towards the sudden commotion coming from the other side of the locker room.
Your best friend is at the center of the group, his teammates slapping his back and tousling his hair while showering him with praise. You notice his bunny-like teeth peeking out as he grins. No matter how confidently he carries himself throughout the day, he still flushes at compliments, which makes you roll your eyes amusedly.
Jungkook breaks away from the group and heads to his locker to check his phone while you return your attention to Namjoon and Minji, who are now caught in a quiet conversation.
You head over to Jimin, who looks to be passionately explaining something to Hobi and Yoongi, judging by his broad and exaggerated hand movements. He is a drama major though, so you can never be too sure.
A vibrating noise cuts your journey short. You fish your phone from your coat pocket and begrudgingly slip out of the locker room back into the cold air before answering. "Hey, Gyu."
"Hey, Y/N." Mingyu's tone is low and strained, like heâs in pain almost.
You tuck the strands of hair that were getting picked up by the wind behind your ear. "How can I help you?" you ask.
"Y/N," he grunts out a pained laugh, and you click.
You hear shuffling on the other side of the line while he sits up against his headboard.
"Yes? What do you need?" You're not going to do the work for him, and he knew that. He felt pathetic even making the call in the first place.
He goes quiet for a moment, and you pull your phone from your ear to glance at the time. "It's only 8 pm, and you sound like you're already in bed."
Mingyu nods as if you could see him, "I am. I have been for a while," he admits before asking you how the game was. You know he didn't actually give a shit about the game, but you still entertain him and answer
He drags out the conversation for a few minutes, running his hand through his hair at your voice. He doesn't want to hear it through the phone; he wants to hear it in person. He wants you to be in his room right now, like you said you would be.
Mingyu hates how disinterested you sound. Mingyu also hates how that very disinterested tone makes his cock throb in his sweatpants. You couldn't care less about him, whereas all he's been doing since you canceled on him three hours ago is lay in bed and fucking think about you. He sighs before biting the bullet, "Are you still coming over?"
Your brows furrow slightly, "Oh, I thought I told you that I wasâ"
"Can you still come over?" He rephrases his question, "please?"
Your lips purse as you consider it for a second. You don't have any classes tomorrow, so you guess you could head to his later tonight.
You're about to respond when the sound of the door opening behind you causes you to turn around.
You watch as the wealthiest student in the entire university approaches you, now dressed in a plain black hoodie and a pair of joggers, running a towel through his wet hair. It no longer looks sweaty wet but instead shampooed wet, so you assume he had a quick shower. "Hey, you okay? Why are you out here in the cold?"
"One second," you say into the phone before lowering it and moving closer to Jungkook. He closes your fur coat tightly around you again as it comes open from the strong wind while he waits for your response.
"Came out here to take a call. Too loud in there."
He nods, throwing the towel over his shoulder. "'K. We're going to Hanji's to eat. Did you want to ride with me?"
You're about to agree without even thinking when you remember the boy waiting on the other end of the call.
"Ah," you mutter, lifting the phone back to your ear. "I'll come over at like 11?" you say to Mingyu, not catching the frown that coats Jungkook's lips.
Mingyu almost protests but knows that 11 is better than nothing and stops himself. "Sweet. Just text me if you need me to pick you up."
You thank him before saying your goodbyes and ending the call. You look up at your best friend, his gaze unfocused. "Can I?" you ask.
"Hmm?" he hums, blinking a few times before focusing on your face.
"Ride with you?"
"Yeah," he smiles down at you, letting you link your arm with his as he leads you back into the warm locker room.
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Hanji's is loud. The clamor of sizzling grills and busy cooks no match for the chatter of students and customers that fill the room. You sip on an iced tea as your friends laugh and chat, still basking in tonight's victory.
Snug between your brother and Jungkook, you rest your head on the latter's shoulder, sipping your drink through a paper straw. His arm drapes over the back of the booth's chair, allowing you to settle comfortably as he chats with the swim team captain, Jin, who sits on the opposite side of the booth.
Your coat is folded on Jungkook's lap now that you're surrounded by the warm air of the diner, and his tattooed fingers play absentmindedly with the spaghetti strap of your top.
Taehyung leans over and snatches a dumpling from your untouched plate with his chopsticks, causing you to glance at him in faux annoyance. Your brother knows you don't actually care and flashes you a big, toothy grin which you canât help but return.
You push the plate toward him, wordlessly telling him to have it all and his eyes light up for a split second before his brows furrow. "Why aren't you eating?" he asks concernedly, his words slightly muffled by a mouthful of food.
"Ate just before the game, I'm full," you reply, nodding when he asks if you're sure and watching him grab another dumpling.
Liar. Jungkook thinks as he watches Jin's mouth move but is unfocused on the words he's actually saying.
You don't eat before a link, a habit of yours Jungkook is very aware of, having asked you not to do it countless times before.
It's not that deep, you always tell him; you just don't enjoy sex as much with a full stomach. And food always tastes better after sex anyway.
He glances down at you for a second, and you're already looking his way, your pretty eyes boring into his as if daring him to mention anything to your brother. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he turns away, attempting to hide his smile at your attitude.
Jin cracks a joke and glances at you for a reaction, prompting you to roll your eyes and laugh. He pumps his fist in the air triumphantly, earning a playful smack from his girlfriend.
Your friends are always like thatâacting as if making you laugh is some monumental achievement. You're not a masochist; you don't avoid laughing on purpose. But you're rich, intelligent, and pretty... It takes a lot to impress you. Jungkook makes you laugh a lot though.
Seated next to Jin is his gorgeous high-school sweetheart, Mia, and next to her is your ever-so pouty housemate, Minji. You quietly observe Minji's gaze as it frequently drifts to the booth adjacent to yours, where Yoongi, his boyfriend Hobi, Jimin, and, most importantly, Namjoon are seated.
Minji sighs softly, snapping out of her daze as she looks down at her cider. Taehyung is laughing at something Jin said, leaning forward in front of you slightly to engage in conversation with the swimmer on the other side of the table. You take this moment to check on your friend.
Your head lifts off Jungkook's shoulder, and he resists the urge to turn and ask why, trying to stay focused on the story his Hyung is telling. You catch Minji's eye, offering her a small, questioning smile. She returns it as best she can before her expression morphs back into a troubled pout, and she shakes her head slightly.
You nod in understanding, tapping Jungkook's thigh as a signal that you'll be right back and ask Taehyung to let you out of the booth. Your brother stands, allowing you to shuffle out, and you grasp Minji's hand, tugging her along to the restroom.
Jungkook glances over, watching you usher Minji away from the table, and from the corner of his eye, he notices Namjoon looking over too.
Fifteen minutes go by, and you're reapplying Minji's mascara, which she cried off during her tearful spiel about her situationship.
"It's like h-heâ" she pauses to hiccup, and you move the wand away to let her breathe, "âhe just likes to mess with my fucking head! Every time we hook up he's all like 'Minjiiiiyahhh,'" you snicker at her imitation of his voice.
"âI can't get enough of you! I wanna do this forever!' but then when we're with everyone, it's like he's scared to even stand next to me! God, is he like, embarrassed of me or something?" She seethes, shaking her head in frustration.
You lift a tissue to her lash line, dabbing at the fresh tears brewing and scoff. "Embarrassed of you? Don't be ridiculous," you say, capping the mascara and sliding it back into her clutch, giving up on the rescue mission as the tears just keep coming.
"You are gorgeous," you turn your body to lean against the basin with her, linking her arm in yours. "Smart," you continue, resting your head on her shoulder. "Funny... sometimes," you tease, and she lets out a tearful giggle, her trembly hands curling around your arm as she snuggles into you in gratitude.
"God, I'm literally wearing his jersey. How pathetic." She laughs at herself, and your brows furrow slightly.
"How is that pathetic? I'm sure he wanted you to wear it, didn't he?"
"Well yeah... He was actually really cute when he asked if I would. He was all shy and shit. Fuck sakes," she groans in frustration, "it makes everything even more confusing!"
"Maybe he's just shy about showing affection in front of people? I mean, he is literally a computer science major..." You trail off and smile when she whines and wacks the arm of yours that she's leaning on.
"Seriously, though, don't cry over a guy, Min. And especially don't question your worth because of him." The bathroom falls silent except for her soft sniffles at your words.
You hand her the tissue that you're holding before adding, "You need to talk and set things straight with him, or you're just going to continue hurting." You internally scoff at the hypocrisy of your own words, but your roommate is none the wiser, nodding at you in agreement.
After a moment, she speaks quietly, "I wish I could be more like you."
"How so?" you ask, though you already have an inkling.
"You never get attached to the guys you hang with. I wish I could do that. It seems so much more freeing."
You hum half-heartedly in response, watching her dab at her eyes one last time before turning to wash her hands. Her words linger, echoing in your mind longer than they should. No, you don't get attached. Because you already know firsthand just how much it fucking sucks when the feelings aren't mutual.
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It's 11:12 pm. The scent of your Chanel No. 5 lingers in the air, blending with Jungkook's soft hums to his car radio. The warm air from the heater makes your eyes droop slightly.
"You have a nice voice," you murmur, toying with the tattooed fingers resting on your stocking-clad thigh.
He glances at you briefly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You always say that," he replies, eyes returning to the road as he stops at a red light.
"Because it's true," you state simply. "Do you disagree?"
He laughs softly at your bluntness, a familiar flush creeping up his neck. "Maybe."
"Hm," you roll your eyes, lifting one of his fingers and letting it drop before repeating the motion with the others. "Whatever, golden boy."
"Ya," he chuckles, squeezing your thigh gently, "don't call me that."
You tilt your head slightly, meeting his gaze. "You let everyone else call you that."
His lips purse into a slight pout. "Not you."
You blink at him, the corner of your lips twitching into a smile at his big, boba eyes. He just keeps staring at you, letting you fiddle with his hand. After a few long moments, you giggle at his dazed-out expression. "Light's green, Gukkie."
He snaps out of it instantly, facing back toward the road, and his foot hits the gas pedal a little quicker than intended. That's better, he thinks.
A few minutes later, he turns into the familiar entrance of Yonsei University, steering the car down the path that leads to the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house. As he pulls into a parking spot in front of the building, you're halfway through sending a text, so he waits for you to finish before cutting off the heater.
You lock your phone and glance up just as he extracts the keys from the ignition. He pats your thigh gently before climbing out of the car. You follow suit, rounding the vehicle to meet him by the driver's side.
Instinctively, he reaches for your hand, fingers entwining, and you rest your head against his arm as you both ascend the front steps to the frat.
The foyer is dark as Jungkook leads you inside. He maneuvers through the hall effortlessly, even without his sight. He guides you up the stairs to the second floor, your hands still locked together, and he turns to face you when you reach the door to his bedroom.
You look up at him with a dumb smile, and he leans down to bury his face in your neck before he says something dumber. His back presses against the door, and as you lean into him, the scent of his clean, linen hoodie fills your senses.
Jungkook's love language is physical touch, and you let him have his moment, keening slightly when he nudges the side of your neck with his pretty nose. YYour phone buzzes in your pocket, but you ignore it, wanting to spend five more minutes with your best friend.
"Do you have class tomorrow?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to be heard by his housemates.
He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head wordlessly, his curls tickling your skin as he does.
"Movie tomorrow then?" you suggest softly, letting him lean back slightly to look at you.
The moment you see the flicker of guilt in his eyes, you know his response before he even forms the words. His pouty lips part, ready to offer an excuse when you squint your eyes and lean away from him.
"Jesus, Jeongguk." You groan, still keeping your voice low, but he can hear the annoyance loud and clear. "Why do you get all pouty and sad when you have other plans? It's okay."
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. He edges forward, trying to maintain some form of physical contact, but you just shrug him off. "I already agreed to it last night. I'm sorry, Y/N."
You let out a frustrated sigh and roll your eyes. "Why are you fucking apologizing?" Your words have bite, but he doesn't react, simply leaning closer to you even though you continue to distance yourself.
You know you're overreacting in a sense, but every time he has plans with a girl, he always apologizes with that stupid fucking pout and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes. And it's only when it's with another girl.
You weren't upset; you were well aware of his active sex life. It's like he expects you to burst into tears whenever he tells you he's seeing someone. Why the fuck would you care?
Jungkook reaches out to you in a last attempt to grab your hand, and you just stare at it, not making any move to accept the gesture. He sighs, letting his hand fall to his side while he looks at your pissed-off expression.
"Why?" You try again.
Jungkook's shoulders slump, and he looks down, avoiding your gaze. "I don't know," he responds softly. He barely catches the annoyance on your face fading, soon replaced with something that tugs at his heart even moreâboredom.
"Okay then, Gukkie. Sleep well, we'll talk later," you say, nodding as you step closer to him. Your arms wrap around him in a quick hug, and before he can even react, you're walking down to the other end of the hall.
Jungkook's eyes stay focused on the ground, listening to your footsteps getting further away.
It's not until he hears a soft knock on his frat-mate's bedroom door and a fucked-out, "Shitttt, look at you," come from Mingyu that he scoffs, turning into his room and slamming the door behind him.
Thirty minutes pass, then an hour, then two, as Jungkook lies grumpily on his bed, glaring at his bedroom ceiling.
There was an unmistakable bang of a headboard against the wall down the hall at minute forty-five, followed quickly by your hushed voice telling Mingyu to keep it down. Jungkook hasn't been able to close his eyes since.
"Why are you fucking apologizing?"
Your words ring in his head as he tosses under his blanket uncomfortably, giving up before ripping it off his body a bit too aggressively, causing it to fall to the ground.
"I don't know."
Dirty fucking liar, his subconscious snickers.
Of course he knew. He's always fucking known. It's subconscious; the way he can't stop the apology from spewing from his lips every time.
He wants you to be upset. He wants you to get angry at him for sleeping with other girls. He wants you to ask him not to go.
But you don't. You never do. If anything, you encourage it. And there he is, apologizing like a fucking idiot for something that you don't even care about. Every time he sees that disinterested look in your eyes, it feels like a sour punch to the gut.
Jungkook's mind races as he tries to figure out why he keeps doing this to himself. Why he keeps hoping for a reaction that never comes. He thinks about the way you hugged him earlier, the fleeting moment of closeness before you walked away without a second thought. You're so good at that.
He rolls onto his side, trying for the nth time to close his eyes, the sounds of your muffled laughter and Mingyu's low murmurs mocking him through the thin walls.
Jungkook clenches his jaw, the frustration gnawing at him, a constant reminder of what he can't have. He wants to move on, to stop letting you have this power over him. He laughs at the thought.
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Two days later, you're sitting in your afternoon Linguistics class, sandwiched between Jimin and Aerum. Why Jimin didnât take the spot in the middle if he was going to let her sit near you guys, youâre un-fucking-sure.
Aerum isn't part of your inner circle, but she likes hanging around. You know her typeâfake and a gossip. She attempts to make small talk with you throughout the class, but your answers are curt and disinterested.
"âeven surprised? As if Jeongguk hasn't slept his way through half the campus already." Aerum giggles, twirling a strand of her hair. That gets your attention.
You don't even look up from your notebook, continuing to jot down what the professor says. "Don't talk about him like that," you say, your tone flat, causing Aerum to falter for a second.
She nervously chuckles, "It's not a secret he gets around, Y/N. You know that..."
Unamused, you finish off your notes, letting her brew for a second, before finally lifting your gaze. You lean in a little, and Aerum shuffles closer as if you were about to let her in on some juicy tea.
"I don't care if he took your mother over the kitchen counter and made you watch." Aerum's lips part at your words, leaning back slightly in shock. "Don't talk about him like that. Matter of fact, don't talk about him at all."
She malfunctions for a second before nodding dazedly, quickly turning to face the front of the class for the first time today. You return to your notebook uninterestedly as Jimin lets out a loud snort, leaning over to hide his face in your shoulder.
The class continues without further interruptions, and when the professor finally wraps it up, you begin putting your things away. Jimin holds your bag for you like he always does as you make your way out of the classroom. Aerum follows behind like a kicked puppy.
With no more classes for the day, you and Jimin had planned to go to the campus café for a study date. Much to your dismay, Jimin had invited Aerum when she overheard you talking about it at the beginning of Linguistics. Jimin is kind to everyone, a trait of his that you somewhat admire, but in this case, it just made you want to slam his laptop shut over his fingers.
Once you reach the café, you find an empty table at the back while Jimin goes to the counter to order your usual drinks, Aerum trailing behind him quietly.
As you set your things down, you notice your phone at the top of your bag. You pick it up, deciding to text Jungkook because you haven't seen him in a couple of days, and you miss him. Maybe he can come study.
It's as if the universe heard your thoughts because suddenly, you feel a pair of sturdy arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest. You smile when his familiar cologne reaches your nose and quickly spin around to pull him down into a proper hug.
"I was literally just about to text you," you tell him as he snuggles into your neck.
"You studying?" he murmurs into your skin, his warm breath tickling you slightly.
"Mhm, with Jiminie and Aerum," you reply, leaning back slightly. He scrunches his nose in protest when you pull away but lets you go.
"Cool, I could use a break," he says, his eyes twinkling as he takes a seat next to you, casually slinging his arm over the back of your chair.
"Where were you heading?" you ask as you both settle down, and he helps you spread out your supplies.
"Just dropping some gear off to coach on campus. Saw you through the window," his gaze flickers over your outfit before he smiles softly. "You look pretty."
You smile cutely at the compliment, and his heart skips a beat.
Jungkook suppresses a sigh. You look so sweet in your white cashmere sweater and creamy plaid Burberry skirt, but the way your body fills it out is anything but. Not a single hair out of place, you look sinfully and irrevocably perfect.
Jimin returns with the drinks and almost gets a fright from the lacrosse captain. "Hey, Kook," he says with a grin, handing you your iced coffee.
Aerum, holding her drink, looks slightly flustered but tries to mask it with a smile. "Hi, Jungkook," she says, her voice a little too sweet.
Jungkook nods at her politely before turning his attention back to you. "What subject?" He leans over to grab your textbook, and before you can answer, Aerum takes a seat and chimes in.
"Linguistics," she smiles, and Jungkook nods while flipping through the textbook.
You're logging into Jimin's laptop while he licks the whipped cream from the top of his frappe like a cat. You snort at the blonde before opening the shared doc that he and you have. You're begin to scroll through the pages, trying to find where you left off last time, but the sound of Aerum's continuous pestering distracts you.
"âagain tonight or something?" You only catch the end of her sentence, but by the flirty tone she's only just now using, you assume she's speaking to Jungkook.
"Aish, AerumâŠ" Jungkook laughs awkwardly, flicking through the pages of your textbook as if it would somehow teleport him away from the situation.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you don't do round 2's. Make an exception? For me?" She pouts cutely, and even Jimin can't resist the urge to cringe into his cup.
Jungkook looks over at you for a moment; whether it's for help or a reaction, he doesn't know, but he's not surprised when you don't even look up from the laptop. Just continuing to scroll through your document.
He can't even stop the words from coming out before he says them, "Yeah, okay."
Jimin's brows furrow in surprise. You keep scrolling.
"Yeah?" Aerum can't hide the surprise in her own voice, giddy nonetheless.
"Yeah." He nods at her, looking down at your textbook, wishing it would telepathically lift up and knock him out cold.
An hour flies by, during which you and Jimin make significant progress on the paper, having already completed a quarter of it.
Aerum, however, proves to be an absolute dead weight, giving weak half-assed responses whenever Jimin tries to involve her in the research. Her focus is solely on flirting with Jungkook.
If she even thinks of attempting to slip her greasy little name on this project once you and Jimin are done, you'll take great satisfaction in bringing her back down to reality.
You finish typing a sentence on Jimin's laptop before locking it and giving him a look. He understands immediately and stands up to pack his things wordlessly.
You're beyond irritatedânot because Jungkook and Aerum are practically on the verge of fucking right on top of the cafĂ© table, but because they're doing it while you're trying to work. Frustrated and disgusted, you uncharacteristically bite your tongue and sling your bag over your shoulder.
"You're leaving?" Jungkook's head snaps to you the moment he notices you standing up, and he follows suit, Aerum tagging along behind him.
"Yep," you nod, grabbing Jimin's arm when he extends it to you and heading for the café exit.
"Are youâshit," Jungkook stutters, jogging slightly to catch up to you, Aerum trailing behind him. "Are you guys doing anything tonight?"
You almost roll your fucking eyes, but Jimin responds with a neutral expression, "Yeah, Kook⊠the DSP gather? We planned it last week?"
"Fuck," Jungkook coughs out, "Yeah, no, I remember."
You continue walking back towards the main campus where Jimin's car is parked, with Jungkook and Aerum not far behind. When you reach Jimin's Audi, you detach from his arm and head for the passenger seat, Jungkook meeting you at the door.
"Did you still want me to pick you up?" he asks softly, watching you adjust your bag strap over your shoulder in boredom while you wait for Jimin to unlock the car.
âNo, thatâs okay, Guk. I'll come over with Minji. She's on a drinking cleanse after the Feb blackout, so she can drive," you smile, leaning up to give him a quick goodbye hug.
He leans into it, but you don't let him linger, pulling away as soon as you hear the sound of the car unlocking. You go to open the door and climb in, but he gently puts his hand against it to stop you.
"Are you okay? Can you talk to me, please?" he lowers his voice so no one can hear.
Jimin takes the hint and awkwardly gets into the car, telling Aerum to hop in the back and he'll drop her home. She looks at Jungkook for a long moment before reluctantly getting in.
Jungkook's big, worried, boba eyes make you want to both scoff and run your hand over his face until they ease up.
"What do you mean, Gukkie? Just don't want you to go out of your way. You live there, so there's no point in you driving to get me."
Huh? He's picked you up for every single frat party they hold. He doesn't mind. He insists on driving you. He loves driving you! What the fuck?
Jungkook lets his hand fall from the door in resignation, and his heart clenches at the speed in which you pull the handle to open it, like you couldn't wait to get away from him. He somberly takes a step back from the car to let you get in.
You sigh when you glance back at his scrunched eyebrows and pouty lips. You place your bag on the seat and shut the door with a groan before walking back to your sulky best friend.
His response is immediate. His arms link around your waist when you lean into him, his head nestling into your neck where it belongs. Your nails lightly scratch against his polo, and he squeezes you a little tighter.
"I want to pick you up," he says softly. You run your hands down his arms, grabbing them where they link behind your waist. You give them a squeeze as you gently untangle yourself from him.
"I'm riding with Minji. I'll see you tonight, Gukkie." He watches you walk back to Jimin's car and finally get in.
Aerum's eyes are on Jungkook as Jimin pulls out of the campus parking lot. Jungkook's are on you.
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You weren't always as unbothered as you are today at the age of 21.
Maybe it was maturing, maybe it was the pilates sessions you take twice a week, or maybe it was because a particular situation made you vow to yourself you'd never go through that pain again. Well, whatever it was that made you so emotionally detached, you're grateful for it. You're young, gorgeous, and you have a fruitful and prosperous life on the horizon.
Fun is good. Feelings are not.
You shake your head to get yourself out of your thoughtsâthe thoughts you don't know why are suddenly floating around in your messy little brainâand yell out to your roommate for a favor.
Park Minji and you share a two-bedroom penthouse on the top floor of Kim Marriott, the Seodaemun-gu branch of your parents' luxury 5-star hotel chain.
Taehyung was supposed to move in with you during your first year, but when he was appointed Frat President, he chose to stay on-site at Delta Sigma Phi. What a humble boy⊠you couldn't think of anything worse.
He dragged Jungkook along with him, and you dragged Minji along with you, so everything worked out great. Minji is a lot tidier than your brother, anyway.
You're rummaging through your closet for the shoes you swore you had stored there after your last shopping trip when Minji waltzes into your room, holding the box you've been hunting for.
"These ones, right? They were on the kitchen counter, among all your other unopened packages..." She rolls her eyes teasingly.
"Oh yes! Fuck, I love you," you cry, walking up to the blonde and pulling the heels from the box she holds open for you.
"They're so pretty," she compliments before closing the box and tossing it in the living room to throw away later. She looks back at you as you head to your full-length mirror, slipping on the shoes.
"Jesus, Y/N." Minji groans, and you hum in question, eyeing her through the mirror.
"You look so good, what the fuck..." she whines, walking closer to you and standing side by side in the mirror to check on her outfit as well.
The white bodycon mini-dress hugs your body nicely, its low neckline no match for your bigger-than-average tits as the fabric clings to them for dear life. The white-gold Cartier necklace Jungkook gifted you rests prettily on your chest, just like it always has ever since the night he clasped it around your neck.
à©â©â§âË 2 years priorâcirca. your 19th birthday
"Get fucked, Jeongguk." The words rip from your throat, venomous and sharp as they slap your best friend's face into a furrowed, exasperated expression.
You yank the jacket tighter around your shoulders as the cold night air whips at your skin, storming down the sidewalk. The urge to rip the jacketâhis jacketâoff your body is strong, but it's so fucking cold. You may be petty and possibly overreacting a little right now... but you're not stupid.
Jungkook's heavy footsteps trail after you, his calls of your name only pushing you to walk faster. He catches up in no time, your hurried steps no match for his long strides. He tries to gently grab your arm, but you shrug off his touch angrily, spinning around to glare at him. You're about to tell him to fuck off again when he speaks first.
"Come back inside. It's like a fucking blizzard out here; you're going to freeze to death," he says evenly, though frustration laces his words.
"Oh, please," you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head in disbelief. "As if you give a shit if I freeze."
"Don't fucking sayâ"
"I'm going home. You can tell everyone I'm sick and had to leave. Or don't, I don't fucking care." You turn away and start walking again, his footsteps immediately following.
"You're walking home?" You ignore his question, causing him to huff and run a hand through his hair. "Let me drive you home, please."
You ignore him again, knowing that if there's something Jungkook can't stand more than you yelling at him, it's you not speaking to him.
"Stop doing this. It's your birthday; don't let it end like thisâ"
"Yes, Jeongguk, it's my birthday," you seethe, whipping back around. "And you brought a random chick none of us even know to my birthday dinner. And you didn't even bother to get me a gift. On. My fucking. Birthday."
"Y/Nâ"
"Limited edition PlayStation, imported Swedish lacrosse stick, custom painted iPad from your favorite local fucking artist," you list the gifts you've gotten him for his birthday over the years angrily. Jungkook shakes his head, trying to step closer to you, but you hold up your hand to keep the distance.
"Do you even know how much effort I put into the things I get and do for you? And for you to sit there with that... that stupid fucking look on yourâGod, Jeongguk!" Your voice is on the cusp of being a whine, but you don't care. "Oh, but I'm sure you spent a decent chunk of Daddy's money on Winnie tonight, huh?" You don't care that the Daddy's money statement is also very applicable to you⊠you're pissed.
Jungkook's jaw clenches at your words, and he steps forward, slipping his hand into the pocket of the jacket you're wearing. Before you can snap at him again, he pulls out a small velvet box and holds it out to you.
"What is that?" you demand, your voice still trembling with annoyance.
"Your gift," he says softly, opening the box to reveal a white-gold Cartier diamond necklace. "I was planning to give it to you when we were in private."
You stare at the necklace, your anger momentarily overshadowed by surprise. The diamonds of the pendant sparkle under the streetlights, and you almost let out a moan. Diamonds are your weakness.
"You motherfucker," you groan under your breath, glaring at the necklace in hopes it will dissipate into thin air so you can continue being annoyed at him.
Jungkook steps closer, his voice a whisper. "Everyone was coming with their partners, Y/N. I couldn't come alone."
You sigh, knowing that. Your comment was a cheap shot, considering Jungkook doesn't hang with a girl more than once, so it would be impossible for him to bring someone you already knew. But Winnie was getting on your last nerve, and you saw an opportunity to sneak in a jab, so you took it.
Not only was his date clearing glass after glass of the expensive wine your friends had ordered as if it were water, but she was also not shy about ordering the priciest dishes on the menu. Judging by her tiny red Zara mini-dress, you highly doubt she'll be reaching for her purse at the end of the night.
Your gaze is still locked on the necklace as you take a moment to think. Jungkook hasn't moved either, continuing to hold the box open for you while he scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction.
"It's, um, engraved and shit," he mumbles, his hand not holding the box lifting to run over his jaw nervously. "And I got a chain one⊠for me too."
Your eyes snap to his, and he swears his heart stops beating. God, you think it's stupid. You hate it. That's okay. He'll just wait until you turn around so he can sprint to the nearest homeless guy and give him the stupid necklâ
"Like matching?" Your eyes soften, and he slowly feels the blood flooding into his heart.
"Yeah, only if you like, want to," he shrugs cutely, and you can't stop the grin from spreading across your lips.
You're close enough to slide your arms around his torso but still not near enough for Jungkook as he tugs you closer, melting into the hug. "Thank you, Gukkie. I love it," you murmur into his chest, and he feels his muscles relax at you finally using his nickname again.
You lift your head from his black fitted Givenchy dress shirt, which smells a little too good, to look up at him. "But why did you say you didn't have anything when everyone gave me their gifts?"
He looks down at the slight pout on your lips, his fingers twitching with the urge to wipe it off your mouth. Instead, he flicks the box closed with a thumb and holds it out to you. "Don't think Jaehyun would've been too thrilled with me giving you this," he chuckles. "The dude hates me."
You frown up at him, about to chime in and say that isn't true, but his lips tug into a smirk as if to say he couldn't care less about what your boyfriend thought of him. And honestly, if he were Jaehyun, he'd hate him too.
Jungkook had the necklaces made a little over two months ago, and you and Jaehyun have only been official for one. So, Jungkook's intentions behind the gift weren't malicious, he swearsâŠ
If you just so happen to wear the necklace and your boyfriend notices his matching one, which then causes a rift in your relationship, resulting in the two of you breaking up⊠well, that would just be a nice little coincidence.
"Jae knows you and I are close," you explain with a crease in your brow that he wants to massage until it goes away. "I made it very clear to him when he wanted to get serious, and he understood."
Jungkook nods along to your words even if he doesn't fully believe them. Either Jaehyun is a really good and secure guy, or he's full of grade-A horse shit. If you were his and another dude tried to come along and buy you an eleven-thousand-dollar necklace? Fuck, he'd knock the guy out cold.
You untangle yourself from your best friend and lift the lid of the velvet box still in his grasp. You coo at the pretty diamonds before turning to face away from Jungkook.
You gather your hair before swiping it over your shoulder and letting his jacket fall slightly to bare your neck. Jungkook reacts immediately, picking up the necklace before shoving the box in his pocket. His cold fingers brush against you as he carefully fastens the jewelry around your neck.
When he pulls away, you let your hair fall back into place and turn around to face him again. Your smile is soft, eyes twinkling as you look down at the necklace. "It's so pretty, Gukkie. I love it."
You're so pretty. I love you, he thinks.
With a sigh, you glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in one of the most casual party outfits you've worn in a whileâwell, to your standards, at least. For some reason, you just don't feel entirely up for it tonight. Something feels off in your stomach. Or your head. You're not sure. You're probably just getting sick or something.
After slipping into the heels, you stand up straight and smush a kiss on the girl's cheek, smiling at the mark your lip gloss leaves on her face. "Ya, I just did my makeup," she gasps, leaning closer to your mirror to dab off the glossy residue.
You pat her bum gently. "You look gorgeous, Min. Gonna have Joon in tears tonight."
"If he even looks at me," she rolls her eyes, adjusting the strap of her Miu Miu dress in the mirror.
"You haven't talked to him yet?" You ask as you apply your perfume, and she turns to look at you with guilty eyes.
"No," she sighs, "I will tonight."
"Good," you smile, resting the perfume bottle back on your dresser before grabbing your phone and holding your hand out to her.
She interlocks her fingers with yours as you both leave the suite, the sinking feeling in your stomach never fading.
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Welp, there goes your ride home.
You watch in amusement as your roommate throws back her fourth jello shot of the night, washing it down with a gulp of beer.
You don't blame Minji for breaking her sobriety, especially after the first thing you both saw upon walking through the doors of Delta Sigma Phi was Namjoon leaning against the foyer wall with another girl in his arms. While they weren't official official, Minji loves really hard. And you think Namjoon knew that.
Needless to say, Minji instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the kitchen, where mountains of various alcohol bottles covered the counter.
Minji's not an alcoholic by any means, but she, just like her twin brother, are quick to take it down and even quicker to bring it back up.
A few months ago, during the Autumn fraternity vs. sorority fundraiser, she got so drunk that she blacked out going down the soapy slip-and-slide.
You and Jungkookâwell, mostly Jungkookâcarried her all the way to his car. Since he was a sober monitor for Delta Sigma Phi, he drove you both home. He ended up staying at your place for the rest of the night while you slowly sipped on strawberry soju and watched Netflix, checking on Minji every so often.
She hasn't had a drink since that night, so her tolerance is probably super low. But that doesn't stop her from handing you a raspberry jello shot before grabbing another from the table and sucking it down like someone might take it from her.
You giggle, gently wiping away the pink droplet of liquid trailing down the corner of her lip with your thumb. She offers you a dazed smile, her eyes hooded, the effects of the alcohol clearly weaving through her system.
"You okay, Min?"
She beams back at you, a little spark lighting up her glossy eyes, "Mhm. Just wanna have fun tonight."
"Okay," you respond softly, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.
Her head suddenly snaps to the living room. "Oooh, they're playing spin the bottle! Let's go playyy!" Minji gasps, tapping your arm excitedly.
You glance at the game that caught her attention and scan the players. There are a few of your friends, mixed with other people from school whose names you couldn't remember if someone held a gun to your head.
You pat Minji's hand, which was still tapping your arm, telling her to go play and stay close to Yoongi and Hobi. She nods, rushing over to the game with a big smile and plopping down between your friends.
You look down at the jello shot you're still yet to ingest and put it back on the table. Grabbing a solo cup, you pour some cranberry juice into it, glancing at the types of vodkas on display. Your nose scrunches at the cheap brands, your manicured nail tapping the side of the cup in thought before you remember something.
Cup in hand, you make your way to the cupboard below the kitchen sink and pull it open, smiling in triumph as you spot the object of your desire at the back of the cabinet. Bending down, you reach for the bottle quickly before anyone notices you.
"That's off limits."
The familiar smell of his cologne floods your senses before you process his words. You straighten up with a small smile, resting your cup on the counter and turning to face the boy with the pricey bottle of vodka in your hands.
"Even to me?" Your lips pull into a knowing pout, and Jungkook has to force his gaze away from them. Instead, his eyes trail over your outfit, which, in hindsight, was an even dumber idea.
His breath hitches in his fucking throat at the sight of your dress, doing nothing to support your boobs that threaten to spill from the pretty little white fabric. The knot in the noose, though, is the necklace he gifted you on your nineteenth birthday, resting innocently between the valley of your anything-but-innocent tits.
He shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly as he steps closer to you. You fiddle with the bottle cap while he closes the distance, giving you a moment to drink in how effortlessly his arms fill out his white box-tee.
"No," he says softly, almost laughing at the thought of ever denying you something. "Not you." He takes his bottle of Belvedere from your grasp and unscrews the cap.
You rest against the kitchen sink as your best friend, now less than an inch from your body, reaches around you to grab your cup from the counter. He doesn't say anything as he pours the vodka into the cup, using his familiarity with your favorite drink to know when to stop. Your finger lightly traces over the tattoos spilling from his right sleeve absentmindedly, and he should tell you to stop, or he might drop the cup. But he doesn't.
Once he deems there's enough alcohol in the mix, he lifts the cup to his lips to take a sip. You wait patiently, letting him do his little lip purse before splashing a bit more vodka into the cup and holding it out to you. You take it with a grateful smile, bringing the drink to your lips to taste it as he leans over to get a solo cup of his own. You almost groan when the vodka cranberry hits your tongue. Obviously, it's perfect. Heâs annoying like that.
Once Jungkook finishes mixing his drink, he takes a mouthful before returning to you. He catches the way your gaze is fixed on the ground, distraction clouding your eyes, cup resting against your lips as you get lost in your head.
You snap out of it almost instantly when he gets closer to you, putting the cup down next to you so you can slink your arms around his neck when he leans down. But before he allows the feeling of you against his body to make him forget every thought inside his brain, he speaks.
"What's wrong?" he murmurs into the skin of your neck, blindly putting his cup on the counter behind you so he can slip his hands around your waist.
You're quiet for a moment, and if it wasn't for the slight stutter in your fingers playing with the clasp of his Cartier chain, he would think you didn't hear him. He doesn't repeat his question, though, knowing you will answer him in your own time. And even if you don't, that's okay too. But he just won't leave your side the entire night if you're feeling vulnerable.
Yeah, nice excuse for not wanting to leave her alone; his subconscious laughs viciously at him. Jungkook ignores it by burying his face into your neck further.
Your fingers slide into the hair at the nape of his neck while you take a deep breath, the calming scent of him grounding you. "I don't know," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
He tightens his hold on you, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "Are you getting sick?"
"Yeah, probably. I've just had this weird feelâ"
"Kookie, there you are! I thought you got lost getting my drinkâoh, hi, Y/N!"
Jungkook stiffens before he lifts himself from you slightly at the sound of Aerum's voice.
You untangle your hand from his hair, poking your head around the side of his large frame to look at the girl strutting into the kitchen. She's pretty, you think as you give her outfit a once-over. If only she wasn't such an insufferable phony, maybe you'd be a little warmer towards her. Maybe.
"Hey, Aerum," you greet uninterestedly, leaning away from Jungkook and ignoring the way he tries to keep you near him.
Lost in his own house? You internally roll your eyes. Why even bother saying something so stupidâ
"Is it this one?" she smiles once she reaches you both, grabbing your cup from the counter and taking a sip. "Oh wow, Kookie, it's so good! Is it vodka? Shit, what brand is this?" Aerum squeaks as she takes another sip of your drink.
Jungkook's lips part as he's about to say something about the drink, but you reply with a bored expression, "Belvedere."
Aerum lets out a confused hum as you name the $300 bottle of alcohol. "Huh. I've never heard of it."
You nod, grabbing a bottle of cheap beer as you brush past her to leave the kitchen. "Exactly."
Jungkook and Aerum's hushed conversation fades into the background as you move further away. You reach the living room, where Minji is giggling between Hobi and Yoongi. She grins widely when she sees you enter the room. "Jagi! Come and play!"
You laugh at your roommate, who now has two more empty Jello shot cups and a bottle of cider beside her, which explains the affectionate nickname.
Once you reach the circle, Yoongi and Hobi lean up to give you a hug in greeting before you smush a kiss on Minji's forehead. "Maybe later, jagi. Have you seen our brothers?â
âMhm! They went outside for a smoke!â She replies distractedly as sheâs staring intently at the bottle spinning in the middle of the circle.
You run a hand gently over her hair before turning to Yoongi. Since heâs sober D for his boyfriend tonight, you ask if he can keep an eye on her while they finish their game and if she needs to go home or gets too much to handle, to come and tell you.
Yoongi nods at you with a smile, and you return it before spotting a familiar head of black hair peeking over the back of the couch on the other side of the room.
Approaching the couch quietly, you softly put your beer on the ground before leaning over and covering his eyes with your hands. Mingyu flinches at the unexpected contact, his phone falling from his hands to his lap, but then relaxes as if something clicks.
His warm hands come up to yours, removing them from his eyes before he turns to you with a stunned smile. He takes you in for a second before shaking his head and leaning up on the couch.
You're about to give him a hug but he suddenly wraps his arms around your body, easily pulling you over the couch and laying you down beneath him. You squeal loudly in surprise before it's replaced by soft giggles as Mingyu attacks your neck with kisses, peppering them over every inch of skin he can find.
You draw a breath when there's a slight break in his assault and gesture to your heels digging uncomfortably into the couch. He leans back immediately and pulls them off your feet, placing them on the coffee table with haste that makes you laugh.
Turning back, he lowers his frame to you, your legs subconsciously separating to let him press closer, and he resumes his work on your neck. His kisses move lower, and you let out a sigh at the feeling before he reaches the exposed skin of side-boob peeking from your dress. You let out a quick gasp, grabbing his face with your hands and pulling him up to your face.
He grins at you cheekily, knowing he wouldn't get far but can't find it in himself to regret the action. "Was wondering when you'd get here," he says softly, his voice filled with affection. Your pouty fucking lips covered in that pretty fucking lip gloss distracts him for a moment, and he breathes a dazed sigh, leaning down to rest his face on your chest.
You blame it on the alcohol when the sick feeling in your stomach suddenly returns at the touch of Mingyu's skin on yours.
You blame it on the alcohol when all you can think about as you run your fingers through Mingyu's hair is how it's not as soft as Jungkook's.
You blame it on the alcohol when you let Mingyu snuggle closer into your neck in hopes that you'll feel the same warm sensation as when Jungkook does it.
The nausea, the thoughts of your best friend while you have a gorgeous man on top of you, the pounding in your head as his lips get closer and closer to your necklace. You blame all of it on the alcohol.
The one single sip of fucking alcohol you've consumed tonight.
"Can you pass me my beer, please?" You choke out as his lips are a millimeter away from reaching the skin where your necklace sits.
Mingyu pulls back with a smile, and you almost want to frown at the sweet boy. He deserves so much better. "It's just on the ground over there," you point to the back of the couch, and he nods, leaning over and grabbing your drink.
You release a heavy breath while you play with the hem of his dress shirt when something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. Your fingers tighten slightly around the fabric.
There, leaning with his back against the living room wall, is your best friend with Aerum's lips attached to his neck like a blowfish. Jungkook's brows are furrowed, most likely in pleasure, and his eyes are squeezed shut.
Another wave of the sick feeling washes over you, and you almost let out a frustrated grunt. What the actual fuck is going on with you?
Mingyu leans back on the couch, now with your beer in his hand. Before he can open the cap for you, you snatch it from his hand and toss it to the carpet carelessly. He looks at you curiously, about to ask you what's wrong, but you sit up and swing your leg over his thigh, effectively lodging the words in his throat.
His brows shoot up in surprise before he catches on, his hands finding your waist when you don't waste time pressing your lips to his. Mingyu groans into your mouth when you suckle on his tongue lightly, starting to move against him. Your dress begins to ride up with your movements and deepen the kiss while simultaneously grinding harder into his lap. You can feel him getting harder through the fabric of his jeans, and you zone in on it.
Squeezing your eyes closed tighter to focus, you drag yourself over his covered cock, letting the zipper of his pants graze against your panties. Mingyu detaches from your lips at the sensation, his head throwing back onto the couch as his breathing picks up.
Your hands rest against his chest as you swivel your hips quicker, trying everything you can to spark something in you. Mingyu chokes out a strained fuck when you find the outline of his shaft and let the lips of your covered pussy drag along it.
Nothing. You feel nothing. What the fucking fuck.
Mingyu, on the other hand, is losing himself. His head is still thrown back in pleasure, and you take the opportunity to lean forward and latch your lips to his neck. Your teeth nibble at the skin below his jaw, and he shivers at the action, his hands losing grip on your waist and falling to the swell of your ass. Your movements still haven't relented, grinding against him like you're the only two in the room, and Mingyu doesn't want to admit just how fucking close he is.
He's about to suggest that you guys take it to his room when he feels one of your hands trail down from his chest. His head lifts up to see what you're going to do next, and god, he wishes he didn't, because when you cover the hand of his that's loosely resting on your left asscheek and squeeze? He almost cums in his fucking pants like a teenage boy that just discovered the wonders of third base.
Mingyu does as you wish, grabbing a greedy handful of the flesh with his left hand and uses his right to slide up the back of your neck, returning your mouth to his. You fall into the kiss willingly, letting him lick into your mouth. Letting him take whatever he wants. Mingyu has always been a good kisser. Not even a week ago, he had you dripping from a 10-minute make-out session on his bed. But right now, something inside you tells you that even if you went at it for an hour, it still wouldn't be enough.
You push the sadistic thoughts from your brain and tangle your hands in his hair, nodding against his lips when his hand on your neck drops to your other asscheek and squeezes tightly.
Yes, you think. Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. Something is bound toâ
"What the fuck?"
Your lips immediately detach from Mingyu's at the sound of the familiar voice booming behind you. You adjust the front of your clothes, which have twisted out of place, and quickly climb off Mingyu's lap. Pulling down the hem of the dress that also rode up a few minutes ago, you blink guiltily at the man staring at you with a disturbed look.
"On my couch? That's disgusting. Take it upstairs or take it to your place, Y/N." Taehyung grits, shaking his head as if it would somehow rid the image of you mounting his frat-mate from his memory.
"Sorry, Tae," you reply to your brother with a purse of your lips before getting over it and looking around for your phone that fell from the pocket of your cover-up.
Mingyu is speechless, gawking at his frat president in horror, not knowing what to say or do. He watches as you finally find the phone wedged between the couch cushions before you lean back onto his chest and scroll through your notifications, un-fucking-concerned.
Mingyu chokes on air, gently lifting you off him and sitting you back up on the seat properly. You give him a confused look, and he returns your gaze with a panicked expression, glancing between you and your brother, who is still standing there glaring at him.
You roll your eyes, lifting Mingyu's arm and throwing it over your shoulder, returning to your previous position. "Don't take him seriously, Gyu. I can't even recall how many times I've accidentally walked in on him and my own friends from high school. And they were doing a lot more than dry humping."
The fact that you aren't bothered helps Mingyu to calm down a bit, but he's still on edge with your brother staring him down.
You glance up at Mingyu when his chest remains stiff beneath your head, and you sigh before turning to your brother. "Tae, you're scaring him. We won't do anything else on your couch, okay? Now shoo, please." You wave him off with your hand.
Your brother just rolls his eyes, looking a little too much like you for your liking, before he nods and says he'll return to patrol the room in 30 minutes.
You watch Taehyung disappear behind the door frame as he heads into another room, and you turn to Mingyu with a teasing grin. "30 minutes? We could be done twice in that timeâŠ"
His eyes widen, and he gives another pathetic attempt at suggesting you go upstairs, but when you press your lips to his, the words fizzle out on his tongue as you entwine it with your own.
Jungkook is fucking fuming.
He's absolutely clocked out of the make-out session with Aerum, and she can probably tell that his mind is elsewhere, but he can't bring himself to care, and she makes no move to pull away either.
He feels her getting angsty, desperately wanting to escalate the situation from the way she's pressing harder against him, but Jungkook keeps the pace steady.
He needs to stay in the living room to keep an eye on you because you're obviously not in the right state of mind right now. You're not drunk; he knows what you look like when you've been drinking, and you're basically stone-cold fucking sober. But yet, there you are, one layer away from riding his housemate's cock on his very own fucking couch.
Jungkook would have intervened a long time ago, had he not seen with his own eyes that you were the one initiating every part of the act.
With every swivel of your hips, Jungkookâs heart pounded furiously against his chest. It clenched with every firm squeeze Mingyu placed on your ass, and it shattered completely as you nuzzled into Mingyuâs neck, kissing and nipping at it, just like you did to him in his dreams most nights.
He canât tear his gaze away. Heâs triedâoh, how heâs fucking tried.
He attempted to focus on the pretty girl currently whimpering into his mouth, begging him to touch her, to take her right there in the middle of the room if he so desired. But he couldnât. His eyes were uncontrollably drawn back to you, to the way Mingyuâs hips lifted to meet yours, each movement a sharp twist to the knife lodged in his pathetic heart.
"Shit," Mingyu groans when the curve of his cock straining against his jeans meets your covered core. "We needa go upstairs, or I'm gonna take you right here on the couch, Y/N."
Your laugh comes out breathy from the frantic movements of your hips as you ignore him, and you lean up so his face can nuzzle between your tits. Your boobs are very sensitive, and that usually does the trick to turn you on.
Why. Isn't. It. Turning. You. On.
You let out a frustrated groan that Mingyu mistakes as a moan of pleasure as he leaves wet kisses against the exposed skin of your tits before he reaches the necklace that's wedged between them. "Fuck, I love this. It's so pretty but looks so dirty on you."
Your skin suddenly fires up at his words, and you feel your hips stutter slightly. "Yeah?" you question in a rush, grinding harder against him to chase the feeling.
"Mhm," he nods, brushing his nose over the pendant.
"Bite it."
He looks up at you, his gaze locking with yours filled with a hunger that hadn't been present all night.
"Bite it?" he repeats, his voice a mix of confusion and intrigue, hips meeting yours halfway as your movements become sloppier, more desperate.
Your head tilts as you nod desperately, "Please bite it."
Mingyu's eyes flicker down to your chest, and he leans in, his lips grazing the skin near your necklace. Your breath catches as he nears the pendant with its two little conjoined rings. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing the whine that threatens to escape.
He plants a lingering kiss on the surrounding flesh before finally catching the pendant between his teeth. You can't hold back the loud moan that escapes your lipsâ
It happens in the blink of an eye.
You tumble onto the couch cushions as Mingyu is abruptly yanked away and thrown to the living room floor.
You watch in shock as Jungkook pounces on him instantly, Mingyu barely having a moment to react before Jungkook's fist comes crashing down. It connects with Mingyu's jaw with a sickening crunch that reverberates through the room, drawing the attention of a few partygoers.
Mingyu attempts a recovery, throwing a jab that snaps Jungkook's head to the side, but Jungkook quickly regains his focus. He reels his fist back and hammers another brutal punch into Mingyu's face, then another, then another, then another.
Jungkook doesn't know how many punches he's thrown, or how long he's been on top of his housemate, or whose arms grab him from behind to pull him off Mingyu.
His breathing comes in ragged gasps, his knuckles sting with a throbbing pain, and a fierce rage burns through his veins, consuming him entirely. Adrenaline surges through him as he watches Yoongi and Hobi lift a bloodied, struggling Mingyu off the ground.
"What the fuck, Kook?" Taehyung's voice snaps him out of his daze as he and Jimin drag him to his feet.
You remain frozen on the couch, not shifting an inch. Your gaze is fixed on Mingyu as a cluster of people surround him. One person carefully presses a damp rag against his bloodied face while he leans heavily against the wall, another extends a bottle of water towards his shaking hands.
From the grasp of your brother, Jungkook's eyes follow you as you rise and weave through the crowd around Mingyu.
His heart clenches as he watches the pained expression on your face, the saddest he's ever seen. He watches as you whisper something to Mingyu, who shakes his head weakly and reaches out to pull you closer. Instead, you gently grasp his hand, stroking his knuckles with your thumb as tears start to pool in your eyes.
He sees the moment you utter one final word to Mingyu before you let his hand drop softly to his side and walk away
You return to the coffee table, grabbing your shoes and phone before immediately heading for the exit. You spot Minji, who has tears flowing down her cheeks, and she breaks from Yoongi's hold before pulling you into the tightest hug she can muster.
"Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay? What the fuck was that?!" she cries into your shoulder. You almost smile, knowing her emotions always spill over when she's been drinking, but you couldn't muster one even if you tried. Gently pulling away, you dab at the tears under her eyes before turning your attention to Yoongi.
"Can you take her home, please? I'm going to catch an Uber and I feel like being alone for a bit," you half-lie. You're going to walk home, but he doesn't need to know that. He wouldn't let you walk alone at this time.
"Y/N," Yoongi sighs. He didn't miss the way you dodged her question. He wants to urge you to let him drive you home as well, but the resolve in your eyes tells him you won't budge. "Yeah, I'll make sure she gets home safe."
"Thank you," your voice cracks slightly at the end as you squeeze his hand and leave the room before he can stop you.
You can hear footsteps trailing behind you as you reach the door, and you abandon the mission of slipping into your heels, quickly slipping out the door and slamming it behind you.
The cold concrete bites at your bare feet as you hurry down the steps of the frat house, but you barely notice. The sound of the door swinging open behind you only quickens your pace.
"Please, Y/N. Wait. Please."
The tears you've held back since the moment he climbed on top of Mingyu suddenly fall without your permission, and you scoff, wiping them away furiously.
You don't say anything as you reach the path out of the university and continue your trek to your penthouse. It's dark, the sparse lights of the school providing little guidance, but you don't care. You just keep walking.
When Jungkook catches up to you and tries to take your hand, something inside you explodes. You snatch your arm away furiously, your heels and phone dropping from your hands as you turn to face him. Before you know what you're doing, you push against his chest, shoving him away from you. He barely moves and that makes you even angrier. âFuck you, Jeongguk!â You shove him again, "Fuck you," again, "Fuck you," again, "Fuck you."
Your voice trembles on the last words, and you can't stop the sob from wracking your body. He reacts instantly, stepping forward to pull you into his arms as you break down.
His hands cradle the back of your head as you shake against his chest, his heart clenching at the sound of your cries. "I'm so sorrâ"
You pull away from him, running your sleeve over your face to wipe at the tears. "What about your future, Jeongguk? What if he presses charges? If this gets back to your parents? Affects your student record?" You shake your head in utter disbelief, your hands running through your hair in an attempt to ground yourself. "Mingyu is such a good guy, how could you evenâfuck." Mingyu.
Your heart clenches at the memory of him trying to keep you close even after he had the shit beaten out of him. You brought him into this mess. That was all fucking you.
"You can't do shit like that, Jeongguk! You c-can't," you stammer, batting his hand away as your voice cracks again, "You had no right to do that."
"I know, Y/N!" His voice rises, and you see tears welling in his own eyes. "I fucking know! I know I didn't have any right to do that. And I fucking hate it!"
You're speechless, but Jungkook isn't finished, "I had no right to punch Lee Seo-jun when he gave you your first kiss, so I didn't. I had no right to punch Kang Doyun when you told me he felt you up for the first time, so I didn't. I had no right to punch Jeong Jaehyun every time I watched him have you like I wanted to have you, so I fucking didn't!"
Tears stream down your face unchecked as Jungkook's hands gently cup your face, his thumbs trembling as they try to wipe your tears away. "I had no right to punch Mingyu because he has everything I want. But I did. And I know you don't want to hear it, but I don't fucking regretâ"
"I hate you."
Jungkook doesn't know what to do when he hears you say those words. He stumbles back slightly, his throat tightening, and his heart slams against his chest so hard he thinks it's about to crack through his skin.
A trembly shake of his head, "Noâ"
Your tears stop as abruptly as they came, your gaze hollow and resigned. "We need some space. This is unhealthâ"
"No, please," the tips of his ears turn red as he chokes back a sob, "I fucked up, baby, I know. I'm gonna fix it. Let me fix it. I don't want space, I-I can't have space," his words tumble out desperately, completely unaware of the nickname that slips out. But it doesn't matter; nothing does, if you leave him.
You pull your face from his grasp and take a small step backward. The weak light posts give you just enough vision to see his bloodshot eyes and broken expression. Your hand twitches, yearning to brush his hair away from his face and wipe his tearsâthe tears he's crying for you.
Donât be fucking stupid, your subconscious snarls.
Those tears aren't for you. They're for the idea of you.
If he doesn't have you, who's he going to cuddle up to at night when he's bored and doesn't have a pussy appointment to get to?
Who will pass on his Instagram handle to their classmates when they rave about his insane dick game and want to try it for themselves?
Who will drag him to mandatory family gatherings, knowing his dad would slash his trust fund for missing yet another one?
Not Kim Bora, his first kiss, a week before your own with Lee Seo-jun.
Not Park Soojin, the first girl he felt up under the shirt, three days before you let Kang Doyun do the same to you.
Not Cho Eunji, the only girl he ever took on a second date, the night that you made things official with Jeong Jaehyun.
You spent countless nights crying over a boy who saw you merely as a friend. The little sister that tagged along to playdates because her brother wasnât allowed to have fun without her. The spoiled daughter of his fatherâs closest friend, who he was obligated to protect at school because she never hesitated to voice her blunt opinions, especially to those she thought sucked.
The same girl who saved the most sacred part of herself for her best friend. The girl who, without hesitation, turned down every single guy who promised they'd cherish such a precious gift. The girl who prayed to a God she didn't even believe in, hoping Jungkook would realize that the person who loved and cared for him most was right before his eyes all along.
All for that very boy to carelessly give his innocence to some random chick at a high school party, not even bothering to call her the next day.
That was the moment your perception of love shifted. That was the moment you stopped looking for what his words and touches could mean, and started seeing them for what they were. Friendly. Insincere. Meaningless.
You thought the day Jungkook confessed his feelings would be the happiest of your life. You imagined it would erase all the pain, all the tears, as if they were nothing more than a pathetic nightmare.
But you don't feel happy. You feel angry. Angry that the words you've longed to hear don't make you want to fall into his arms and never leave. Instead, they make you want to run and never come back.
So you do exactly that.
You ignore your phone and shoes lying on the pavement. You ignore your best friend's croaky shout of your name. You ignore that the stony road leading away from the University grounds only grows darker and darker the further you go. You ignore the sharp ache in your feet from the rocks beneath your bare soles. And you run.
You run faster than you ever have in your entire life. You run until your legs burn, unused to anything but your two weekly low-impact fucking pilate sessions. You run until Jungkook's yelling fades into the distance behind you.
You run until you can almost see the lights of the main street. You run until you hear his footsteps gaining on you, the stupid lacrosse captain clearing the distance twice as fast as you ever could. You run until the thumping of your heart drowns out the pain of the sticks and rubble digging into your feet.
You run until the light gets brighter. You run until the light gets closer. You run until you realize they aren't streetlights. You run until you realize it's the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. You run until you can't stop yourself quickly enough. You run until you hear the scream of your best friend behind you. You run until you don't feel the impact of the hit. You run until the world around you fades to black.
Your head hits the pavement hard, bouncing slightly.
Jungkook's arms are around you in an instant, cradling you close as he sobs, "No, no, no, baby, please."
The driver of the car, a college kid who looks just as shaken, gets out to check on you, his face pale and stricken.
"Go to the frat house and get Taehyung. Now." Jungkook barks at the boy, though his eyes never leave your face.
The kid nods frantically, dashing back towards campus, stumbling in his haste. Jungkook pays him no attention, his tears falling onto your face as he holds you tighter.
"Hold on, baby. It's okay. It's okay," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over his sobs. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay."
You lay limp in his embrace, your breathing shallow. His tears mix with the dirt and blood on your face as he presses his forehead against yours, his entire body shaking with sobs. He holds you tighter, rocking back and forth as he brushes the hair away from your face.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he sat there in the dark, the cold night air wrapping around you both. What was realistically no more than two minutes felt like two hours. The distant sounds of the campus were muffled, the world shrinking down to just the two of you. Jungkook's tears didn't stop, his heart breaking more and more with each passing second of your silence.
"Ow, fuck." You groan weakly.
Jungkook's grip tightens as he lifts his head. "Y/N," he chokes softly, his hand supporting your head as you try to sit up. "D-Don't try to move too much. We're gonnaâwe're gonna get you to the hospital, okay?"
You looked at him, your eyes filled with confusion and pain. "Did I really just get hit by a fucking car?"
He shook his head with a teary laugh, his fingers gently caressing your hair. "No," he sniffled. "I managed to tackle you b-before... But you hit your head when we fell. I'm so sorry."
You nodded slowly, your hand resting on his head when he rested it on your chest, and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry."
His breathing stops, and he looks at you with the most saddened expression you've ever seen. "W-why the fuck would you say that? Don't apologize. None of this is your fault," Jungkook shook his head, his tears falling anew.
"I'm sorry for saying I hate you," you said softly, your hand resting on the side of his neck as he trembled. "If anythingâs going to teach me of all people a lesson, itâs a near-death experience...â You let out a pained laugh, âWould hate if that was the last thing I ever said to you.â
He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. "Y/N, you don't know how much I lâ"
The sound of frantic footsteps interrupts him. Taehyung's voice calls out in panic, and within moments, heâs kneeling beside you, his face a mix of fear and relief.
"Oh fuck, Y/N," he said, his voice shaking as he quickly assesses your condition. "C'mon, we need to get you to a hospital," he says through teary eyes.
With Jungkook's help, you managed to get to your feet, leaning heavily on him for support. Taehyung saw you struggling to keep your balance and quickly scooped you into his arms, jogging over to his car he left running. He gently placed you in the backseat, and Jungkook was on the other side in an instant, getting you comfortable while your brother rushed to the driver's seat.
As you drove to the hospital, Jungkook didnât let go of your hand.
Not as he forced you to drink from the water bottle Taehyung passed back to you. Not as he leaned your head on his chest, gently inspecting your scalp for any severe cuts or bleeding. Not as you grunted at him when he jiggled you slightly every time you closed your eyes for a second too long, worried that you were losing consciousness.
ËËË ÂŽËË
"You've got a mild concussion," Dr. Choi said with a reassuring smile, her voice calm and professional. "You were fortunate. Your head hit the ground hard, but thankfully, there are no signs of severe trauma or bleeding."
Beside you, Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his gaze fixed anxiously on the doctor. "So, she's going to be okay?"
In the cushioned armchair next to your hospital bed, your brother shifted slightly in his sleep. You reached over to gently brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, careful not to wake him.
Lately, his roles as frat president, lacrosse captain, and his involvement in the family business had worn him thin. The exhaustion had overwhelmed him, and he had fallen asleep almost as soon as he settled into the chair. This really is the last thing he needs to be doing, and so with a final look of guilt, you let your brother rest and turned back to Dr. Choi.
Dr. Choi responded to Jungkook with a nod. "Yes, she'll be fine," she assured him. "Concussions can cause symptoms like dizziness, headache, nausea, and fatigue. She might feel drowsy and out of sorts for a few days, but with rest and avoiding any strenuous activities, she should recover fully within a week."
You blinked, your head still throbbing but feeling a bit more relieved. "So, I can go home?"
"Yes," the doctor confirmed, writing some notes on your chart. "I'm going to release you shortly. Make sure you rest, avoid any physical exertion, and stay hydrated. If you experience any worsening symptomsâlike severe headache, vomiting, or confusionâcome back immediately, okay?"
Jungkook gave the doctor a firm nod. "We will."
Dr. Choi smiled at him, a soft expression on her face. "Good. And make sure she avoids screens for a bitâno phones, no computers, no TV. Just rest."
You groan while Jungkook just signals his understanding.
As the doctor turned to leave the room and finalize your discharge papers, she glanced back with a knowing smile. "And maybe a break from the drama for a little while too?"
Jungkook's head hung low as he continued to gently caress the back of your hand with his thumb.
"No more boys and no more running into traffic, got it. Thanks, doc." You nodded at the middle-aged woman, who gave you one last amused look before leaving the room.
That was six days ago.
The throbbing ache and, more importantly, the big ugly bump that was once on your forehead have now almost completely faded. If it hadn't, and you were stuck with a permanent scar on your face, you would've hunted down the kid who nearly hit you with his car and told him to finish the job.
Speaking of that kid, he tried to reach out to you quite a few times since you've been absent from classes. He couldn't get in direct contact with you since Jungkook had confiscated all of your devices, but he was persistent. He bugged almost every person he knew to be a close friend of yours until finally, on the second to last day of your 'quarantine', being the chronic people-pleaser that he is, Jimin cracked and brought him to your penthouse.
You were lounging on the sofa, your head resting in Jungkookâs lap as he read aloud to you, when Jimin ushered him in. You felt Jungkook stiffen instantly, and it took your sitting up and pressing down on his thigh to keep him from lunging at the poor boy.
His name is Lee Yongbok, an exchange student from Australia. He's a freshman, 19 years old, and his Korean dialect is fucking adorable.
Yongbokâs eyes were brimming with tears when he saw you, apologies tumbling from his lips for what felt like an eternity before you gently cut him off.
You first asked him if he was crying at your appearance and he just shook his head with a wobbly lip and said heâs just really happy to see you. Thank god. You were worried there was another bump somewhere that Jungkook hadnât told you about.
You told him it was okay, that it wasn't his fault. That you were the crazy lady who ran in front of his car. That he did nothing wrong.
He dropped to his knees at your kindness, something nobody had ever done before. In fact, "kind" was probably the last word anyone would ever use to describe you.
He offered to pay for any medical bills, any necessities, anything you might need or couldn't afford. You giggled at the thought.
You thanked him for coming to see you. You told him not to lose any sleep over it, that you're okay and he's okay. You gave him your number and told him that when your grouchy caregiver returns your phone, you'd send him a text.
When he was about to depart, he asked if he could give you a hug. You nodded, telling him to come closer because Jungkook's hand was not letting go of your waist.
Yongbok happily pulled you and Jungkook into a joint hug since he refused to move. Jungkook reluctantly participated, giving the kid a pat on the back while he snuggled you both and you couldn't stop the loud laugh that escaped your lips.
Yongbok thanked you one last time before he left with Jimin and Minji, telling you to please let him know if you think of anything you may need. What a sweet boy.
Aside from making amends with Yongbok, and your close friends visiting your penthouse throughout the week to bring your schoolwork and random gifts, you havenât had much interaction with the outside world.
You havenât seen Mingyu since that night.
In person, at least. You've been texting frequently and even FaceTimed a few times. His eye was healing well, for which youâre very grateful.
The night Jungkook brought you home after the hospital, you found several missed calls from Mingyu on your phone that Yoongi delivered when he saw it on the ground outside whilst taking Minji home.
Your device ban hadnât started yet, so you called him back immediately and spent over two hours talking and crying. You apologized for everything you had dragged him into, and he insisted you had nothing to be sorry for.
Mingyu truly is the kindest and most gentle soul, and youâll always regret hurting him the way you did.
During that conversation, he told you he loved you.
Even though it took a messed-up situation to realize it, you knew you had love for Mingyu too. He had always been there for you whenever you needed someone, whether the nights you spent together were fueled by lust and sexual frustration or not, they were meaningful and amazing. He made it so easy to love him, even if your feelings couldnât match the depth of his.
Mingyu had undoubtedly gotten the short end of the stick in your relationship, always giving more than he received. In your newfound friendship, you are determined to make it up to him. And you will.
Jungkook, too, had been deeply affected by the nightâs events. After you finished up with Mingyu, Jungkook took your phone when you handed it to him and disappeared for an hour.
As far as you know, Jungkook apologized and they talked it out. Neither of them like going into much detail with you about it, which is a little frustrating, but you respect their privacy and donât push further.
Jungkook did come back into your room with red puffy eyes though, and you softly teased him about crying before you snuggled up together and watched a movie.
Jungkook had taken a week off classes to look after you. You rolled your eyes when he first told you, not taking him seriously. But when you woke up the next day, cuddled against his chest while he scrolled through his TikTok feed, you started to believe him.
And when you tried to lean up and see what he was watching, only for him to immediately turn the device away, adhering to the doctor's orders of no screens, you realized just how serious he was.
Over the past six days, you've fallen into a stupid little domestic routine. Now, as you're almost fully recovered and preparing to return to classes tomorrow, a grey cloud looms over you both. The topic you haven't dared to address since that night is getting closer, heavier. You can both feel it.
That's why, as Jungkook slowly packs his clothes into his overnight bag in preparation for tomorrow and you sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your nails, the room is enveloped in a heavy silence.
You knew it was a bad idea to let him stay. To ignore everything that should've been sorted the first morning after the incident. But instead you chose to live in blissful ignorance for six days while you play fucking house.
But come on. Having Jungkook dote on you and care for you for an entire week? Please, that's every female student at Yonsei's wet dream. Quite a few guys, too.
You look up from your nails as he zips up his bag, kicking it to the corner of the room before resting the clothes he'll wear tomorrow on your dresser. He looks over at you, walking to the edge of the bed. For the first time in all the years youâve consciously known him, he hesitates to touch you.
You blink at him, not moving, not saying anything.
Finally, Jungkook breaks the silence, his voice quiet and raspy, "Should we talk?"
You swallowed, nodding slightly. "Okay."
He sits down beside you, close but not touching. "I meant it, you know. Everything I said."
You hesitate, your gaze fixed down on your painted toes. "And what did you say?"
You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't look up. He brushes some hairâthat's growing out nicely as you put itâbehind his ear before taking a deep breath. He can't fuck this up.
"I've been in love with you since I learned what love was."
The room goes silent. Neither of you dare to even breathe.
"Wha-huh?"
"I've been in love with you ever since I learned what love was," You repeat.
You finally look at him, and he can't decipher the expression on your face. His eyes flicker between yours, searching for any sign that this is a prank, that Minji is about to burst in with a camera and tell him he's on live television.
"Maybe even before that," you continue, "but I just didn't know what it meant."
Jungkookâs heart races, each beat erratic and intense. He feels like he's about to pass the fuck out.
"No," he croaks.
You blink, "No?"
"No," he shakes his head, "you can't. Y-you can't be. That's notâyou're nâwhatâwhat the fuck?"
You watch, silent, as he struggles with your revelation. His hand runs through his hair desperately, like he doesn't know what to do.
After a few minutes, he stops and turns to you. He didn't plan for it to go this way. He doesn't know what to fucking do.
You sigh, âI know this changes shit. Ruins everything. I thought I had it under control, but I really don't. And I'm not strong enough to keep pretending. So, if you're okay with still being in each other's lives, we need to set some clear boundariâ"
"I fucking love you, Y/N." He kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands into both of his larger ones. "I've been obsessed with you since your mom brought you over to my house when we were five, and you told me my eyes looked like boba pearls."
You look into his eyes as he says that. They really do remind you of tapioca pearlsâŠ
"I can't remember a single day of my entire life where I haven't been in love with you. There is no me without you. You are all I can see when I think of my past and all I can see when I think of my future. No matter what you are to me, you're there. In every plan I make. In every dream I have. It's you. It's always been you."
You bite the inside of your bottom lip, fighting back tears. Youâve cried more in the last week than you have in your entire adult life.
"We are so fucking stupid." You sniffle, tipping your head back slightly to try and blink the tear up into your duct.
"We are," he agrees, gently tilting your head down and running his thumb under your lash line to catch the tear.
Once your face is dry, Jungkook's thumb travels down and brushes lightly over your bottom lip. He smiles when it feels exactly as he had imagined, another item mentally ticked off his bucket list.
You're about to ask if he's high when he suddenly springs into action, tackling you back onto the bed. You bounce slightly against the mattress as he holds himself up, careful not to squash you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you try, and fail, to suppress a smile at the idiot above you.
"It fucking sucked seeing you with other guys," he confesses, the words heâs been holding back for years finally breaking free.
Your fingers dance across his back, tracing idle patterns on the fabric of his shirt as you respond, âIt fucking sucked seeing you with other girls.â
He pulls back slightly to look at you, a pout on his lips. "You should've told me, and I would'veâ"
âYou should've told me!â you interject, giving him a playful smack on the chest. His frown deepens for a moment before breaking into a wide, uncontrollable grin.
He buries his head back into your neck, and you can feel him smiling against you. "You're such a loser," you giggle as you feel his teeth on your neck, not in a sexy biting way but because he's literally fucking grinning against you.
Time slips by quietly as your fingers sketch invisible designs across his back. Eventually, he breaks the comfortable silence. âDo you think we knew?â he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin.
âHmm?â you hum, your hand pausing in its motion to thread through his hair.
He shivers slightly under your touch before elaborating, âDo you think we knew that we were in love with each other?â
Your movements resume, alternating between letting his hair slip through your fingers and gentle scalp scratches. âYeah, I think so."
He nestles closer, the sensation of your nails against his scalp coaxing a suppressed groan from him. "Why do you think we didn't say anything?"
"I don't know," you reply honestly. "Maybe we were too comfortable. Or maybe we were scared of what it would actually mean."
Jungkook lifts his gaze to meet yours, searching your eyes for answers. âWhat does it mean?â he asks quietly.
You smile, continuing to play with his hair. âYou have a lot of questions,â you tease gently.
His nose scrunches at your evasive reply, and you run your finger down the bridge of it. "Such a pretty nose," you hum.
His eyes flutter shut at the touch, then snap open again. âYouâre distracting me.â
The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Am I?"
He nods, making no move to stop the traces of your digit along his face. When your finger brushes the edge of his lip, he turns his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of your finger, his actions drawing a gentle smile from you.
"You don'tâdo you not want to," he starts, hesitating mid-sentence before pushing himself to continue, âbe with me?â
You bite your lip thoughtfully, finishing your gentle explorations of his face, your hand settling back onto his back. âI want to be with you more than anything else in the world, Gukkie.â
He lets out a breath of relief at your words, but his face falls slightly when he senses your hesitation. "But?"
"But," you say softly, "I'm scared. I'd rather have you in my life as my best friend than not have you at all if things don't work out."
He shakes his head, his hand cupping your face gently. âI told you. No matter what you are to me, I want you in my life. Isnât that the same for you?â
"Of course it is, but you can't guarantee we'll feel this way inâ"
âYouâre such a beautiful,â he interrupts, planting a soft kiss on your jaw, âintelligent,â another on your neck, âincredible,â he continues down to your collarbone, âpessimist.â He finishes with a kiss just above your heart.
He gazes up at you with a mischievous grin as you narrow your eyes at him. "I will always want you in my life, no matter what shit ends up happening. Even if you tell me you hate me, or you like, fuck my dad or somethingâŠ" He looks at you seriously, and you roll your eyes, unable to stifle your snicker.
"Well, your dad is kind of a DILFâ"
âIâll never willingly leave your life. And Iâll never do anything to make you want me to leave. And I promise you, on everything that is holy,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to a tender spot below your ear, âIâll want you in mine for the rest of my fucking days.â
âYou better,â you tease, his smile pressing into your skin before you grow serious, âbecause I canât lose you.â
Jungkookâs sigh warms your skin, his nose nudging your head back as he murmurs, âYou really donât understand just how obsessed I am with you, do you, baby?â
His gaze lingers on your exposed throat, tracing every swallow, every breath. Unable to resist, he leans in, his lips finding the base of your throat, humming in contentment at the little noise you make.
Slowly, he makes his way to the side of your supple neck, his lips never detaching from your skin on his journey. You feel his breath as he hovers over the area for a second in pausing, and you wonder if it's because he can hear your heart slamming against your ribcage.
No strenuous activities.
His lips finally latch onto the skin of your neck and you feel the tiniest flick of his tongue as he suckles at the flesh.
Avoid physical exertion.
You let out the softest, breathiest fucking moan he's ever heard, and he pulls off your neck with a wet pop. His bunny teeth poke out to nibble at the now moist skin as he slowly moves to your collarbone.
Make sure you rest.
His kisses get lower, hotter, wetter, until finally, his face hovers over your thin little sleep shirt that he's considered throwing down the garbage disposal since you put it on. Bra, nowhere in sight, your hardened nipples taunt him through the pathetic excuse of a t-shirt. He glances up at you with eyes darkened with desire.
Fuck it, you've had enough rest.
You slide your hands up the back of his neck and dra him down to you, your lips meeting his with urgency. You swallow the surprised groan that escapes him, his arms framing your face as he looms over you.
Jungkook feels the tension in his muscles melt away as he surrenders to you. When you part your lips slightly, inviting him closer, he doesn't hesitate.
Your body ignites when his tongue slips into your mouth, lapping against yours and exploring as if it had always belonged there. As your back arches towards him instinctively, he slips large hand behind it, pressing you flush against him.
The countless times he's imagined this exact scenario could easily label him a certified stalker, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. He was absolutely fucked.
You're lost in the sensation, the warm air of your bedroom enveloping you blissfully. Nothing but the sounds of your mouths moving against each other's, tongues melting into one. Jungkook swallows the breathy whimper that escapes your lips with pride, his hips shifting forward at the fact that he's the one drawing such a noise from you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down, urging him to erase any space left between you.
"Fuck, Y/N," he chokes out, parting from your lips to suck in a deep breath as he feels the warmth between your thighs through his sweatpants.
"I know," you nod dumbly, mind foggy as you grind your hips into his desperately.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "It's never fucking felt like this," he confesses, each word punctuated with a thrust that draws a deeper moan from your lips.
"I know," you whine in agreement, your left arm linking around the back of his neck as you meet his movements, your entire body responding to his every move.
It hasn't felt like this. Ever. You've thought that you've had some pretty good sex in your life, but this is⊠different. All youâve done is kiss and grind a little, and yet you can feel those tingles in your fucking toes that people always sing about.
It would be easy to say that it's because it's been eight long days since your last orgasm, but you know that's not the case. It's because it's him.
You've never wanted a cock in you so badly. Especially not after just three measly minutes of dry humping. But god, you're so turned on right now you're pretty sure if he pulled your panties to the side, it would spray at him like a fucking fire hydrant. As you said, it's been eight days; you're a little feral right nowâŠ
You feel him stiffening through his sweats, your back arching a little more as you shift and wiggle to try and usher his covered cock through the folds of your covered pussy.
Jungkook's hips stutter when he feels you trying to line him up, and his head jerks up to look at you. He drinks in your blissed-out features; lip between your teeth, head tilted slightly, eyes closed. So pretty.
Your eyes flutter open at the long pause in his movements, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight.
Cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes hooded.
You almost let a giggle slip when you see the similarities between his horny face and his drunk face.
"Do you want to take a nap?"
You blink at him.
"I'm sorry?"
The pink tinge that coats his cheeks creeps down his neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt. "I just thoughtâ"
"What?" you ask, maaaybe a little offended, "you don't wanna fuck me?"
His brows furrow as he sits up, his heels resting under his butt as he stares at you like you've just kicked a puppy before his very eyes. "First of all, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since you made me pop my first boner at your dumb little pool partyâ"
"Jeongguk," you cringe, "we were like tweâ"
"I've never wanted to fuck someone more than I. want. to. fuck. you." You almost laugh at the serious expression on his face but bite it back when you notice the undertone of worry in his gaze.
"I just want it to be perfect," he sighs, his tattooed hand lifting to brush through his hair, one of his nervous tics. "There's so much I want to do... and I want it all to be, like, perfect... god, Y/N, I'm being such a little bitchâ"
"No," you cut him off simply, "you're being really fucking hot."
He looks at you with a slight pout as you shoot him a small smile before sitting up and mirroring his position. Your bare knees touch his that are covered by the gray Celine sweatpants you bought him last Christmas as a stocking stuffer. You're a good deal shorter than him, so your head is tilted up slightly, blinking at him slowly through your lashes.
You watch his gaze soften and you internally smirk. There we go.
You've waited far too long for the man sitting in front of you on your queen-sized bedâstaring at you with more lust than you know what to do withâto prolong this any longer.
You can have your perfect night when you're not a week into an unplanned celibacy course, and your clit doesn't feel like it's going to shrivel up and snap off if left unattended any longer.
"If you want to wait, we'll wait." You shrug as you look from his left eye to his right, then down to his swollen lips. "But I haven't touched myself in eight days... And it hurts, Gukkie."
Your head hits the pillow as his mouth is back on yours in an instant. You moan in satisfaction, your lips parting eagerly to let him in further. Your legs wrap back around his waist happily, and your foot trails down to rub soft patterns against his hamstring while his tongue plays with yours.
"This is just a practice run," he grunts as he separates from you, kissing his way down your chest before he gets to the valley of your breasts.
"Yeah, yeah, grace period, whatever you want, baby, just keep going," you blurt in a huff, eyes closed in anticipation as his mouth is about to finally do some damage.
You almost scream when he stops.
You snap your eyes open and look down at the son of a bitch breathing hot air onto your already hot skin while he just smiles at you.
"Say that again."
"Say whaâ"
"Baby. You called me baby, say it again."
You stare at him for a moment, your idea to tease him diminishing with the last of your patience.
"Baby," you add a shy pout to really sell it and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, "can you suck on them for a little?"
You watch as Jungkook's smile fades and his eyes unfocus, like he just transported into a different state. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he nods once, almost to himself, before he takes the bottom of your shirt that's ridden up to your belly button and lifts it to rest under your chin. Your tits bounce slightly as they spill from the fabric, and he lets out a soft "fuck" before diving in.
His hot mouth latches to your left nipple, groaning when he feels the bud pebble against his tongue. His lips pucker around the nub, sucking it into his mouth desperately, and he lets out a loud moan. This is it. This is heaven, he thinks.
Your legs shakily unlatch from around his waist, and you rest your feet on the mattress, your knees bent and pressing against his sides while he makes out with your tits.
His teeth graze gently over your nipple before he gives it a little nibble, which causes your back to arch. Doing so forces more of your boob into his mouth and he lets out a low muffled groan through a mouthful of your flesh.
"Mmmf've wanted these in my mouth for a long fucking time..." He slurs when he pulls back. His big hands cup your big tits, his gaze concentrated and focused as he jiggles and plays with them, like he can't believe what he's seeing.
"Do you wanna fuck them?"
Jungkook lets out a loud groan at your filthy words, spoken with such an innocent tone his cock is almost confused as it swells like a fucking water balloon in his pants.
His left hand continues to rub soothingly at one of your tender nipples while the other slips down between you. He looks up at the blurry need in your eyes, and his traveling hand almost misses the waistband of his sweats.
"I always knew you were dirty," he breathes out, the words muffled as he plants soft, wet kisses on each of your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. With a strained groan, he frees his painfully hard erection from the confines of his briefs. "But fuck, baby, this is gonna kill me."
God, the way he says baby. Straight to the fucking core.
You tap his bum with your foot and a pretty smile, sitting up on the bed when he lifts his frame to let you slide out. His angry red cock is flush against his stomach, only the top few inches visible from the briefs that rose back up to cover him.
He lets you usher him to sit at the edge of your bed, his feet digging into your fluffy rug as he tries to ground himself while you settle. Your shirt is still being held up on its own because your tits won't let it fucking fall and Jungkook shakes his head in awe at the sight. Fucking unbelievable.
The moment you kneel on the ground, the tops of your feet flat against the carpet as you lean up slightly, your eyes fixate on his throbbing cock like it's a priceless painting, Jungkook loses his mind.
Your eyes slowly lift to his when you hear his heaved, choky breathing. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you fight the urge to smile. "You're so pretty, Gukkie."
"You're prettier, baby," he replies without missing a beat, one hand supporting his weight on the bed while the other gently caresses your face.
A radiant smile spreads across your lips as you turn your face to place a fleeting kiss on his palm. His lips tug upwards at the action before the air is suddenly ripped from his lungs.
Leaning forward, you pull his briefs fully down, unsheathing his entire shaft. You tug the boxers and sweatpants so they rest under his balls, cooing at the way the elastic slightly pushes up his length, making it even angrier as a dribble of liquid gathers at the tip. You lift his shirt absentmindedly to get it out of the way, and he understands, lifting a hand to the back of the neckline and pulling it off his torso.
You barely have a chance to appreciate his tight abs, tiny waist, sinful ink that coats his skin, or the sparkling Cartier chain that dangles from his neck, a mirror of your own.
Your head tilts as you admire the prettiest dick you've ever had in front of you, each vein and ridge perfectly imperfect, complementing each other in a way that would look strange if a single one were to go missing. "Needa..." you hum, entranced, "get it wet first."
"Fuckkkkk," Jungkook moans as you lean down and lick a fat strip from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft, sucking the tip into your mouth.
Your eyes flutter closed on their own, the feeling of his heavy cock weighing your tongue down, making you drowsy and floaty. The scent of your body wash wafts from his skin, igniting a possessive fire in your gut you didn't even know you had as you suckle at the head. The moment he twitches against your tongue, any thought of titty-fucking flies right out your penthouse window. You're not letting him out of your mouth.
"Ohhh-hhh," he stammers as your tongue focuses on the ridge of his tip, lapping at his frenulum like it's your favorite blueberry flavored lollipop.
His hand, which had dropped back to the bed when you took him in your mouth, lifts to run through your hair, brushing it out of your face when it threatens to get in the way of your masterwork. Your eyes blink open in thanks, looking up at him dazedly, and when you catch his own, he throws his head back with a groan.
"Fuck!" He curses as you hum around his shaft, letting your lips part slightly so saliva can drip from your mouth and trail down his cock. His head snaps up to watch as you keep pushing more spit until you deem there enough before your right-hand lifts to clasp around the member.
Jungkook's eyes roll back, the grunts falling from his lips not even registering in his brain as they spew. "Fuck, baby," he huffs out. You wiggle your fingers until you have a good hold on his cock before giving it a few lazy squeezes to get the blood pumping.
"Fucking fuck!" He's absolutely done for, his entire vocabulary vanishing from his mind as you play with his dick like a joystick. Your tongue gives a final flick to lap up the precum spilling from his glan before you inhale deeply through your nose and start to feed the shaft down your throat.
The walls of your throat contract slightly as his thick girth tests your boundaries, but you push through the resistance and force it further until your lips reach your hand gripping the base of his cock.
"Oh my fucking god," Jungkook almost falls backward, but the hand that's not holding your hair out of the way steadies his balance, shaking as it works to keep him upright.
His hips jerk unconsciously when you move your hand from the base, resting it gently against his balls as you inhale through your nose again and finish him off. "Baby! B-fuck!" Jungkook would like to say that it was a manly groan, but it was a pure and outright whine.
His vocality goes straight to your cunt, your clit aching and throbbing against your underwear, screaming at you to let it breathe. You resist the urge to trail a hand down and relieve the pain, instead using it to cup Jungkook's full ballsack and roll it between your fingers. His whines get louder at that, and you almost smile around his cock.
You wait until you feel the familiar sensation of the cockhead tickling the back of your throat, the automatic gag rising through your entire body, making you swallow harshly against his shaft.Â
When you swallow, you rid the excess saliva that was in your mouth, so you lift off for a second to gather more. As you do, you look up to your best friend and see him staring down at you like you hung the stars, and the smile finally breaks its way to your lips.
You lean up to give him a kiss, and he meets you halfway, his hand falling from your hair to cup your face as he melts into your mouth. It's short, sweet, and soft, yet it makes your entire body flush with goosebumps.
"I love you so much," Jungkook breathes when you pull away, and you coo at the softy, pressing a gentle kiss against his pretty nose.
"I love you more, my Gukkie," you reply sweetly before returning to the task at hand.
"Not possiâ" his words are cut off when you let a stream of saliva drip from your mouth before taking him down in one swift motion.
"Oh," he moans, both hands gathering your hair into a loose ponytail, following the rise and fall of your head as you deepthroat his cock. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, fucking shittt."
You quicken your pace, your right hand like a magnet below your lips, gliding up and down his length as you squeeze it intermittently, picking up on the subtle jerks of his hips. The spit coating his cock squelches with every stroke, the filthy noise echoing in your bedroom, making your hips shift against the heels of your feet. You're so turned on. Why is his dick so fucking pretty?
Your mouth is lethal, dragging all the way until the only thing left in your cave is the tip before gulping all the way back to the base. "Yesss, baby," he chokes, "taking it so well, my baby. So fucking well."
His praise loosens the final screw in your hazy brain, your hand on the base moving to grip his thigh as you gurgle as deep as you can, the tip brushing against your uvula. You gag, hard and loud, spit spilling from your lips as your teary eyes squeeze shut. Your nails dig into his skin, and he lets out the loudest moan of the night, his hips jerking forward roughly, forcing another gag from your throat.
"Mmmmmfh," you moan desperately, squeezing his thigh tightly and running your free hand back to his balls. You roll the sack in your hand, lifting your head up and down his cock with no mercy, sloppily choking on his throbbing length.
His hands tangled in your hair are shaking, his abdomen tensing as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. "God, look at you just taking it all babyy, hhffuckk,â he praises through a grunt, watching the saliva spill out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to his balls while you fondle them. âBest fucking girl, you know that? Making me feel so fucking good. Just want me to come down your tight little throat, donât you, my baby?"
Your eyes roll back behind your closed lids as you nod pathetically with a mouthful of his cock. You lift off with a wet pop, your eyes blinking open as you guide your hand from cupping his balls up to his shaft. You jerk him tight and sloppily before leaning down and taking his sac into your mouth. It's big, barely fitting in your mouth, but you force your jaw wider, using your tongue to usher his balls inside.
"Ahhhhffuck," Jungkook whines, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Your tongue laps around his balls ruthlessly as you quicken your tugs on his shaft. When you moan greedily, wiggling your head as the sac pulses and rolls against your tongue, Jungkook feels the familiar sensation flooding his body. It's faster and harder than ever before. He tries to gesture you off him, afraid if he speaks he will lose control, but you don't relent.
"Baby, y-you gotta hop off," he heaves, his ass cheeks clenching together to try and hold off the urge to cum.
"Mm-mm." You hum a no through a mouthful of ballsack, eyes fluttering open to look up at the gorgeous man trying to take away your meal. Your hand, running amok on his cock twists and squeezes, never halting as you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes.
"Ah," he whines with a shake of his head, his hips thrusting into the air, your mouth jolting with the movement as it's attached to his balls. You hum happily, tongue flicking against them. You can't wait to see his cum dripping down his absâ
Your mouth is ripped from his balls, hand unwillingly releasing his cock as he throws you back onto your bed with purpose. "Heyâ"
Jungkook swallows your whine with his mouth, cutting off your thoughts at the source when his tongue delves through your lips, lapping at the taste of him lingering on your tongue. He successfully makes you forget what unimportant thing you were going to say as he devours you, your mouths moving together, sloppy and wet.
He pulls your tongue into his mouth and suckles on the muscle while his hand runs gently over your still-exposed nipple before trailing down to your shorts. Jungkook groans around your tongue when he brushes lightly over your heat, feeling the fabric coating your pussy-lips wet to the touch.
With a final suck on your tongue, he lets it slide back into your mouth before parting from your lips. He looks down at the area he's tracing light strokes on, and his cock twitches at the sight.
"Oh, baby..." He coos, his thumb running over the wet patch in awe before looking to you. Your lip is drawn between your teeth as you nibble lightly on the flesh, eyes clouded as you stare at him with a mellow haze. "So wet, pretty... Gukkie didn't give her any attention, and she's all achy now, hmm?"
"Mmhm," you nod softly, the pout on your face still visible even with your lip tugged between your teeth. Jungkook pulls his gaze from his thumb and looks at you, all soft and sweet, just for him.
"Need the ache to go away, don't you, pretty?" He mumbles against your mouth, not applying pressure but just letting your lips rest against each other.
"Yes, please, Gukkie." You respond, voice soft as you stare at his lips patiently, waiting for him to give them to you.
"Good manners, baby," he praises delicately before leaning forward and giving you a slow, gentle kiss. You melt into him, the sound of his pleased sigh making your muscles all mushy.
Jungkook pulls back and then presses three quick, rapid kisses against your lips, making you giggle. That seemed to be his goal when the side of his mouth curved upwards at your laugh as he lifted himself off your frame.
He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way, and they fall to the floor next to your bed, but he tucks his still painfully hard cock back into his black briefs to hold it for the time being.
Jungkook looks down at his effortlessly beautiful best friend, lying prettily on her bed, hair sprawled out against the pillow while she waits for him to take her any way he desires. Teenage him would be freaking the fuck out if he could see him right now.
His gaze drags slowly up your body, a lingering moment spent on the meat of your thighs, and he swallows before finally locking onto the space between.
You try to will yourself to be patient despite the aching throb coming from your heat, but your leg betrays you and twitches slightly. Jungkook catches the movement instantly.
"Gonna flip you on your tummy, okay baby?" he says distractedly, eyes never straying from the wet patch on your shorts.
"Okaâ"
You don't get to finish your sentence before his hands are on your hips and he flips you as gently as a horny lacrosse captain can. A surprised squeak slips out when your face hits the mattress, and you both giggle, Jungkook leaning down to kiss your shoulder with a soft, sorry pretty.
Jungkook has always been a tits guy. Tried and true. It may have stemmed from growing up with a best friend that he was hopelessly in love with who happened to develop the greatest rack he'd ever seen in his life... But right now, as Jungkook stares at your soft, round asscheeks stuffed into those little cotton sleep shorts, he's beginning to rethink his entire life choices.
He kneels at the edge of the bed, using your ankle to gently pull you further toward him. You slide down the bed without any complaints, trying not to arch your back so you can be even closer to him.
Jungkook continues his ministrations on your curves before trailing up to the waistband of your shorts. He pulls them done, your panties coming with them, and he groans at the way the flesh ripples when released from the fabric. He grabs a greedy handful of each cheek with his big hands and gives them a rough squeeze, relishing in the way you push back into his grip.
"So pretty, my baby," he hums, continuing to knead the flesh as he dips to pepper kisses all over the flushed skin.
You whine, your hips grinding into the bed in an attempt to put some pressure on your ignored clit. He notices your movements and presses one last kiss to your right asscheek before sitting back and pulling your bottoms off fully. They fall into a pile next to his discarded sweatpants, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the freedom from the confines.
When one of Jungkook's hands slips between your belly and the mattress, you can't stop the noise of satisfaction that leaves you when he gently ushers you to your hands and knees. You quickly tug your top the rest of the way off, slinking it over your head and handing it back blindly to Jungkook. He takes it from you instantly, chucking it at the growing pile of clothes next to him.
On instinct, you fall to your forearms, nipples rubbing against your duvet as you arch your back, biting your lip when even the warm air of your bedroom feels cool against your burning cunt.
"Fucking hell..." Jungkook chokes out, the sight of your soaked pussy spread and bearing for him, making his mouth water.
"Ah-fuck!" A high-pitched squeal rips from your throat when he leans down and delivers a long, broad lick up your slit.
He lets out a loud moan into your pussy when you jerk back into him at the feeling. You're so fucking wet from being so worked up, and his cock throbs against his briefs at the taste of your juices leaking onto his tongue. Jungkook's hands slide to the front of your thighs to steady you as he loses himself, his tongue wrapping your clit, sucking the hardening nub messily into his mouth. "Mmmmfh," he sighs contently like he was taking a sip of a well-made café latte instead of feasting on your cunt like a madman.
When he releases your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue from the button all the way to your opening, your knees buckle. "Yes, Gukkie, fuckk yes!" You cry, writhing against his sinful tongue.
Jungkook almost purrs in delight, lapping up the slick between your folds, trying to get every last drop. His tongue finds its way to the entrance of your core, teasingly dipping in and out once, twice, before he loses control and thrusts it as far as it can go. "Uhhh-shhhittt," your head falls forward with a shuddery gasp, your walls clenching around his tongue, pulling a low groan from him.
Jungkook's hands slide up from your thighs to rest on your asscheeks, and before you can process the realization that he hasn't used his fingers on you yet, he's gripping the flesh and pulling you harshly into his face. "Uh!" You moan, your ass flush against his face as he buries himself, nose and tongue, right into your cunt.
"Hhhhhhhhhh," you're not even saying words anymore, just useless, incoherent noises spluttering from your lips as you quiver, grinding your pussy back into his face.
He tries not to focus on your other hole, the tight little puckered fucking one that's basically blinking at him. Taunting him. He closes his eyes as he focuses on losing himself in your pussy. Another day, he thinks.
Jungkook's mouth is covered in your juice, his head shaking from side to side as he drags his tongue furiously around your cunt. The filthy sound of your sopping pussy getting devoured by his tongue resounds around your bedroom, Jungkook's hips rutting into the edge of your bed needily.
"Yes, Gukkie, yes!!! So good babyyyy--ohhh fuckkkk!" You scream, your nails digging into the mattress as you grind your pussy back into his face.
Jungkook's eyes roll back, his moans getting swallowed by your slick folds. Fuck oxygen, he hopes he passes out.
He takes one of the hands resting on your ass and brings a finger to your leaky entrance. He pulls away for a millisecond to suck in a breath before dropping down instantly and enveloping your clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. And with that, he finally pushes his middle finger into your hole.
You try to moan, but with the pressure on your clit and the sensation of finally being filled, the only sound that escapes is a strangled gasp. He lets your clit slip out of his mouth before his tongue quickly darts out to flick against it vigorously, his finger delving deeper into your hole with every jab of his tongue.
Your body shudders as he expertly works his tongue and finger in tandem, each movement driving you closer to the edge. "G-Gukkie, I'm so fucking close," you whimper, your thighs trembling around his head.
Jungkook's free hand tightens on your ass, pulling you even closer as he tries to add a second finger, his eyebrows furrowing at the resistance. "Relax baby, gotta let Gukkie in." He gives a particularly hard tongue of your clit, a pleased hum declared into your pussy when he feels your walls loosen to let his other slip in.
His tongue flicks faster, more determined, as he feels your walls flutter around his digits. He pulls back a hair to mumble against your clit, "You can let go now, my baby. I've got you."
With a harsh flick of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, you tense up. "Oh my fuck, Gukkie, yes!" You cry out, your body convulsing as he pounds against your g-spot with his thick fingers. Your eyes roll back, a final scream ripping from your throat as you shatter, your orgasm ripping you apart from the inside out.
Jungkook doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers relentless as they pull every last drop of pleasure from your shaky core. The hand of his that is still gripping your ass slips up to gently rub against your back when you collapse into the mattress.
Tears well in your eyes as Jungkook delivers a final drag of his tongue from your bud to your hole, swallowing every last drop of juice leaking from your cunt. He withdraws his fingers carefully, replacing them with soft, soothing strokes along your inner thighs.
It takes you a solid minute to come down from your high, your limbs still tingling from the hardest orgasm you've had in, well, ever. Jungkook continues his soft strokes against your thighs while you catch your breath, his head spinning and mouth still coated in your remnants.
"I get it now." Your voice is muffled by the comforter you face planted into, and you currently don't have the strength to get up.
"Hm?" Jungkook hums amusedly, his hand still tracing gently over your skin.
"Why girls always want your dick so bad. I get it now. If your tongue is that good, fucking hell..."
Jungkook snorts, leaning down to press a kiss on your lower back before flopping down to lay next to you. You finally lift your head from the blanket to look at your best friend, who's already smiling down at you, his tattooed arm tucked behind his head while he rests against the headboard.
His brow raises when you giggle suddenly and sit up. He doesn't have time to admire your bare tits almost in his face when your hand lifts up to his mouth. You're still giggling as you wipe at the shiny substance that coats his lips. A shocked gasp leaves Jungkook's lips, and he grabs your hand in a flash, his eyes holding clouds of pure betrayal.
"Why would you do that?" He's genuinely upset!
It's your turn to snort this time, lifting a leg over his lap so you're straddling him. "I'm sorry, Gukkie." You entertain him with an amused eye roll, leaning in to plant a sweet kiss against his lips.
Jungkook dissolves into the kiss, about to deepen it when you pull away. His eyes snap open, ready to protest, when suddenly your tongue flicks out, dragging flat across his lips to gather your slick that coats his mouth.
"Mm," you hum, making sure to get every bit around the corner of his lips and even the speck of gloss you see on the tip of his nose.
Jungkook is frozen. His cock thrashes against his briefs as he stares at you in complete awe, your tongue sliding back into your mouth to swallow the juicesâyour juicesâthat you just lapped up from his fucking lips.
Your lip darts between your teeth as you try not to laugh at his darkened expression. Looking down at the source of the throbbing against your bare pussy, you let out a teasing coo. "That looks really sore, Gukkie..."
Jungkook swallows. He needs to calm down or he's going to pin you into the mattress and fuck you open, raw.
"It is." He manages to choke out.
You pout, lifting your gaze back to him. "Don't want you to be sore."
"You don't?" He returns softly, dragging his hand over your bare thigh.
You shake your head so cutely that he almost shivers. You lean closer, gaze flickering from his pretty nose and then back to his eyes. "I could make the pain go away if you want..."
"Yeah? You wanna make Gukkie feel better, pretty?"
You nod, the hazy feeling taking over again as he runs his hands gently up your hips, resting gently on the swell of your ass.
You lift off him slightly, his hands moving with you as they're glued to your bum. Jungkook bites his lip at the wet patch you left on his boxers, and he thanks God he did because it muffles the pitchy groan that escapes him when your hand slithers beneath his waistband.
His eyes flutter shut when you give his painfully red cock a few gentle strokes, his head dropping back to hit the headboard.
"Baby," you giggle, "you're so fucking hard."
He lifts his head to give you a deadpanned fucking obviously look, and you just snicker, leaning forward to kiss his pouty lips.
"Oh no. Fuck."
He jerks forward slightly at your serious tone, his hands moving from your butt to cup the one of yours that froze around his dick worriedly. "Huh? What's wrong?"
Your eyes soften as you don't respond verbally, a devastated look clouding your gaze. He sits up seriously now. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I don't have any condoms." Your brows are pulled together so tightly, which Jungkook still doesn't like, but he releases a breath at your words.
"Fuck, Y/N. Don't do that. You scared me, I thought you were hurt or something." His head falls back to rest against your headboard in relief instead of pleasure this time.
You frown. "Why aren't you upset? Oh, did you bring some?" Jungkook almost laughs at the thought, lifting his head to watch as you release his dick to glance behind you at his overnight bag.
"What-no, baby. Of course I didn't bring condoms. This is probably the last thing I ever expected to happen."
Your pout is in full swing now, turning back to Jungkook with a very unhappy look. He just shakes his head at your pretty face, planting his hands on the mattress beside him and pushing up to press your lips to his.
When you pull away, Jungkook is about to ask if you want to grind on him over his briefs because he would be finished in approximately thirty secondsâ
"I'm on the pill." You say softly.
He swallows. "I know."
"Do you-are you clean?"
"Yeah," he chokes out, "haven't ever not used a condom. And tested after that scare the other week with...uh..."
"Did you really forget her name?" You squint, shaking your head incredulously at his genuine look of confusion.
"I-uh, yeah I don't know... All I remember is that it kinda burned when I peedâ"
You roll your eyes. "Her name," you press a quick kiss to his lips, "was Yejin."
"Ohh, yeahâ"
"You also did that stupid 10-packet spicy ramen challenge that day." Another quick kiss to his lips.
"Hey, that was for a fundraiserâ"
"And I'm clean... Tested with Mingyu."
"Oh." Jungkook's heartbeat picks up. Not at the Mingyu part, okay maybe a little, but mostly at the fact that you're hinting at him taking you fucking raw right now.
Your lips purse, his response suddenly making you feel stupid for asking. Jungkook picks up on the look instantly, his hands cradling your face when you try to look away.
"Baby," you're about to apologize when he continues, "it's your choice. I'd fuck you wrapped in a garbage bag if you asked me to."
Your lips wiggle as you try not to smile, looking back at him with a glint in your eyes. "You're really cute, Gukkie."
"Oh?" He hums, "I thought I was a pussy eating God... but cute works too I guess."
You snicker, falling into his lips and he swallows your soft giggles with his tongue. "So humble," you whisper against his lips when you break away.
Jungkook's about to tease further, but you don't give him the chance, your hand slipping back down to wrap around his shaft. A soft shudder leaves him, his hands falling from your face to grip your ass again, squeezing it firmly.
You're still a bit sensitive, but nothing you can't handle, and you shift forward a little so the lips of your pussy press against his length.
"Oh-fuck." He moans at the feeling of a bare pussy on his cock. And it's your pussy. Holy fuck.
You place both your hands on his thick thighs, leaning back to get the right angle before you slide your hips up and down, dragging his length through your wet slit. Jungkook's hands sprawl over your back when you lean back, cradling you almost, and he keens at the sloppy, squishy sounds that fill the room.
Your clit is alive again, thumping against his cock every time it drags through your lips, and you heave out a strained moan at the fresh wave of arousal that washes over you.
Your hand pushes against Jungkook's chest gently as you sit up, determined. He lets himself fall back against the headboard, face flushed, neck vein visible, while he watches intently. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of his thighs as you lean forward, your hand reaching behind you blindly to grip his shaft before you line it up with your entrance.
Your brows furrow, and you bite your bottom lip hard as you try to press the bulbous head in. Your opening does its best to stretch around the intruder and you let out a relieved whine when it finally gets sucked in.
"Fuck." Jungkook whimpers, his head slamming back hard against the headboard. Your walls burn as you struggle to accommodate his huge length, and he can fucking feel it.
You let the tingles flooding up your spine settle for a second. Then, you take a big breath, and drop.
"Mother fuckkkkk." Jungkook groans, his hands squeezing your ass tightly in shock as you take his entire length in one go.
Your eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you bask in the feeling for a moment. Every inch of you is filled with his thick girth. You've never felt so full and so fucking good.
You're so wet. So warm. So tight. Jungkook is grateful for the pause in your movements because he thinks he actually would've fucking come if youâ
Your hips lift up until all that's remaining in you is his fat cockhead before you sink back down and take it all in one swoop.
Lewd noises spew from his lips as he forces his eyes to stay open, watching you swallow his cock over and over and over.
"So fucking good at that, baby, shit..." Jungkook grunts.
Your nails dig into his thighs at the praise, your head lifting back up to look at him as you increase your pace.
You begin to move faster, riding him with an increasing intensity that makes the bed creak beneath you. The friction and fullness send waves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp and moan. Your hands find his shoulders, using them as leverage as you bounce on his length harder.
"Godssooo fucking good," you pant, your voice a breathless slur. "So deep, Gukkie. C-can feel it in my tummy."
Jungkook's hands slide up your back with a growl, pulling you closer until your chests are pressed together. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as the rhythm of your hips grows more frantic. The slick sounds of your bodies slamming together fills the room, enveloping you both in desire.
Breaking the kiss, Jungkook's lips trail down your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. "Taking it so good, my baby," he worships against your collarbone. "So fucking perfect."
The praise spurs you on, your movements becoming pathetically desperate as you chase your release. You can feel the burning tension coiling in your core, ready to snap, when suddenly his feet move to plant themselves into your mattress and he begins to thrust up into you.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck!" You gasp, your knees trembling as he plows relentlessly into you from below.
"Shittttt," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls you up and down on his cock, balls slapping against your ass as he pistons furiously into your pussy. "So good at riding cock, baby, taking it all like a proper fucking slut."
You cry loudly at his words, your nails digging into his shoulder slightly as you writhe against his thrusts. "It's the pilates," you choke out, "developed good core strength. Great for riding dick."
Jungkook lets out a loud laugh, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck while his thrusts get even deeper. He feels your walls tighten around him sorely, and he heaves a shaky breath before slipping a tattoed hand between you two, thumb attaching to your clit. Your fucked-out uh-uh-uhâs echoes in his ears with every plunge of his cock, fueling him to go harder.
The sloppy bud twitches under his touch, his thumb slipping from how soaked you are, but he doesn't back down. He chases the hard nub and flicks it in time with his thrusts, cock jittering as you let out your loudest moan of the night.
"I'm gonna come, Gukkie. I-I'm gonna fucking come! Oh my goddddd!" you're bouncing on him wildly, your walls clenching furiously with no pattern, completely run with pleasure that you can't control it.
"Come on, baby," he whines through a thrust, his balls squeezing as you get impossibly tighter, begging to let them release their fluids, "Ohh-h-ffuck, can I come too, baby? Can I come in you? Oh fuck, fuck."
You don't even get to answer as you completely shatter, your orgasm taking control over your whole body that you swear you see the light. You cry out his name as best you can, your body convulsing, shaking around his length.
You can't possibly speak as you collapse against his chest but as you fall, you see the pained look in his eyes as he tries not to come. You want it so bad. More than you've ever wanted anything in your life. Before you know what you're doing, your thighs tighten around his legs, your mouth moves to the nape of his neck, and you bite. Hard.
Jungkook spasms, the deepest growl of a moan rips through his throat as he throws his head back and cums, deep and hot, right into your cunt. You whimper around the chunk of flesh captured between your teeth, his thick load tickling your walls as it fills your hole.
You feel complete.
Jungkook's hands gently stroke your back, grounding you as you come down from your high. Nothing but the sound of both your heavy breathing fills your ears before Jungkook breaks the silence. "You did so well, baby."
Your tongue laps and licks softly at the skin of his neck to soothe the subtle teeth marks you left, and he lets out a pleased noise through a shiver. Your head lifts to look into his eyes, a hazy smile spreading across your face when you take in his blissed-out features. "I didn't know sex could feel like that."
Jungkook's eyes flutter open at your words, his stomach clenching in pure joy that his softening cock still tucked up inside of you even lets out a shudder. "Yeah?" He asks softly, a hand lifting to tuck some of your messy hair behind your ear.
"Yeah," you nod with a flutter of your eyes at his gentle touches, "the fact it was you was probably the main factor," you mumble dreamily against his neck when you rest your head on his shoulder, "but that was still the best dick I've ever had."
His heart swells infinitely. You were by far the best pussy he's ever had, but he didnât think you would share such a thought. He should've known by now that if you are many things, predictable is not one of them.
You wrap your legs around his waist, nuzzling into his neck happily as his cock stays plugged inside of you, keeping his load intact and secure.
Jungkook's arms slink under your arms gently so he can pull you even closer, wrapping you around his chest (and his length) like a koala.
"This has been the greatest night of my entire life, Y/N." He whispers honestly against your cheek before pressing a soft kiss into the skin. "Thank you."
You hum contently, tilting your head up slightly to look at him with a pretty smile. "I love you, Gukkie."
"I love you, pretty." He replies, peppering your lips with another three quick kisses, smiling in satisfaction when another you give him another giggle.
You let the comfortable silence wrap you for a moment before breaking it. "Do we have any pasta left from dinner?"
The mention of dinner makes him think for a moment. He cooked pasta for the two of you, which you ate not long before coming into your room. You ate before sex. And you donât look like you feel sick.
He gazes down at you, his smile broadening, heart fluttering. "'Course, I made heaps. Are you hungry?"
"Mhm."
"C'mon then," he says, giving your bum a gentle pat, ready to lift you off him and clean you up before feeding you.
"'n a minute..." You mumble sleepily against his neck, and he stops his movements, hands settling back to rub soothing strokes on your bum.
"You want me to carry you, donât you?" he teases, suppressing a smirk as he feels you clench around him absentmindedly at him reading your thoughts.
"Noo...." your voice trails off, not even trying to conceal your lie. Jungkook chuckles softly, feeling your smile against his skin.
He makes sure he has a tight grip on you, and you him, before he carefully lifts both of you from the bed. He leads you into your ensuite, his long arm reaching out to snatch some toilet paper and a clean hand towel from your shelf as he gently places you on the sink counter.
Jungkook captures the liquid that seeps from your core with the paper as he slowly withdraws. You almost tease him for being half-hard again, but a soft wince takes priority when the thick head of his cock catches on the rim of your hole. He gives you a chuckly sorry, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips to distract you as he slips out with a final tug.
After discarding the used toilet paper, he dampens the towel with warm water and tenderly runs it over your core gently, pulling a pleased sigh from your lips.
Watching your best friend in awe through half-lidded eyes, he makes sure to thoroughly clean up the mess on and in your pussy before he half-heartedly uses the towel to wipe at his wet length.
He chucks the rag into the laundry hamper on the other side of the large bathroom. It lands directly in the basket from his athletic skills, and he turns to you with a cocky smirk.
You shake your head in amusement, "you're a loser."
"Don't talk to me like that, gonna get me hard again."
Your eyes widen in mock shock, before you giggle into his chest. "Knew you'd be into shit like degradation... Just had this feeling."
"Only with you though." It's cliché, but he means it.
You lift your head from his chest. "Only for me, huh?"
Jungkook nods, still standing between your legs as you look up at him from your bathroom counter. His gaze turns a little more serious. "Only yours."
Your head tilts as you blink up at the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your life. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Jungkook responds instantly and certainly. His thumbs tremble nervously against your thighs while he waits for your response, and they pull to a halt when you lean up to rest your mouth against his.
"Good," you murmur softly against his pouty lips, "because I'm all fucking yours."
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habits of a clandestine nature | jjk
pairing:Â collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)
warnings:Â college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao
wordcount:Â 16k
note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.
Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.
You already know who it isâor at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.
Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.
From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.
All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.
Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.
It's not that you actively want to see him.
You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.
He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three monthsâbut school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.
God-forbid Jeon Jungkookâson of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the universityâever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.
The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.
In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.
Has told you a lot.
Told you far too much.
Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.
Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.
And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.
You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.
But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape:Â I know you.
You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.
It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.
But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.
Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?
Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.
The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.
The things he didâand the things he didn't doâcorrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.
The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.
For a minute, you feel vindicated.
It doesn't last.
For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.
The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secretsâno matter how pure they actually areâbecome the talk of the town.
He always slept well in your bedroom, though.
Funny, that.
He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.
Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.
The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.
"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.
Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live thereâyou, Maria, and Taehyungâand you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.
"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.
They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.
There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.
It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.
"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"
"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"
"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."
On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.
Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.
Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.
After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.
Namjoonâone of the Botanists and the birthday boy himselfâhas started padlocking the greenhouses.
Another one of themâYoongiâminored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.
Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.
"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"
"Obviously."
"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."
"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.
And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.
While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.
But summer was lonely.
Or at least it was.
Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.
Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"
The conversation dissolves into plansâwhat to wear, what drink to take.
After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.
When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.
"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.
Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.
Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.
But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.
He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, tooâbut then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.
A routine grew. Habits formed.
Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.
Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.
The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.
He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.
And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.
Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.
But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.
Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."
"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him nakedânot like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.
You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.
The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.
But he was, and it was lovely.
The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your headâor at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.
"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."
It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.
Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.
Spent weeksâmonthsâlaying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.
But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.
Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.
You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.
It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.
"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.
"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.
"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"
On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.
"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."
A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.
"Sure."
There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.
"You think I can't be trusted?"
"I think it's foolish to trust any man."
His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.
"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"
"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.
"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"
With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."
"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.
"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"
"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.
"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.
Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."
Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.
A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.
And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?
His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.
Have you not served him enough?
You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.
"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the billsâbut like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.
He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.
"Excuse me, sir."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.
"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.
More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.
Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.
Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.
You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.
Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.
"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."
Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.
Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.
You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.
You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.
As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.
But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.
Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.
But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.
You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.
Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.
It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.
In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.
"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"
The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.
It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud.Â
In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.
But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.
You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.
Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.
Where you at? It could read. I'm here.
Or maybe, I miss you.
I can't sleep without you.
This is so stupid. Can I come over?
It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.
Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.
You:Â you not coming in tonight?
You:Â you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x
You:Â ... at least let me know if ur alive?
Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.
Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.
Jackass Wang:Â party tonight
You:Â so????
One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.
Jackass Wang:Â so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery
"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.
It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.
Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.
You:Â i like it better when i don't see you x
Jackass Wang:Â you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.
You:Â they'd rather die :) x
Jackass Wang:Â y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
You:Â you just can't take no for an answer
Jackass Wang:Â yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.
You:Â so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????
The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.
Jackass Wang:Â conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.
You:Â charming x
Jackass Wang:Â it's why the ladies love me.
You:Â all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.
Jackass Wang:Â can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.
The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.
Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.
Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.
Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.
"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.
Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.
"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"
Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"
His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.
Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."
He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.
"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"
"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."
"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."
"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."
Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.
"Don't give me that bull."
"It's not bull!"
"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"
His expression is flat. You are paper thin.
He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.
He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.
"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"
"No!"
Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.
Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"
"I'm not!"
"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"
Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.
"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."
"Yes, we are."
"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.
"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."
"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.
He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.
"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"
With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.
"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."
You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.
As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself:Â take a sip every time you want to cry.
By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.
"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.
There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.
Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.
Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.
Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.
It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.
But he did, and you damn well know it.
Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.
"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."
But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."
You're silent when he says this.
Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.
But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeksâmonthsâplaying in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.
Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are backâbut when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.
"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."
Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.
Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.
Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.
He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.
"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."
"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's beenâ"
"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."
He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.
They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.
Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.
"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."
"Who?" Jimin chirps.
Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."
"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"
"I said leave it."
"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.
"No one."
"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her assâ"
"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."
"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."
Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.
"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.
They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?
"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.
It's not that he's ashamed.Â
It's that you're separate.
When he's with you, all of thisâthe bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apartâdissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.
If you were to ever become a part of his lifeâhis real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summerâthen it'd all change.
He doesn't want that.
He wants you to be a safe haven.
A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.
But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.
He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.
"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"
With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."
"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"
"You really have to ask?"
For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.
They always have done.
When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.
Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.
How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.
Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.
When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.
So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.
"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"
"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."
Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.
The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.
It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.
The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.
The irony isn't lost on you.
"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"
"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.
If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of himâand given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.
All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.
One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.
When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.
You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.
Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.
Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.
"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardensâthe same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."
"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."
"It's not my new homeâ"
"MONTGOMERY!"
The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.
"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."
Nothing happened between you.
It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.
"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.
"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."
Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.
Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cĆur is, disappointingly, something you expected.
It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.
"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.
Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."
As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.
How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.
"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."
Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.
A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.
"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."
It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.
They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.
And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.
Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.
The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.
Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail.Â
Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.
In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.
Summer becomes you, he thinksâadoresâfrom afar.
The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.
Had it been springâthe brain of the yearâwhen he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.
Had it been winterâthe cunt of the year, for lack of a better termâhe would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.
But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.
A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.
"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.
The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.
Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.
"Cut the bullshit," he says.
"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"
"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"
Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundryâespecially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.
"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."
Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.
Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.
You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.
"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"
It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.
"Mistaken identity."
"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"
You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.
He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.
"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.
"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."
"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.
With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.
"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."
Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almostâbut you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.
"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."
Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.
He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.
It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.
Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.
This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.
You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.
Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.
As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.
Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.
But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.
"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"
Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."
"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."
And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.
If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.
He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.
But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.
It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.
Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.
"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.
"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."
The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.
"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"
"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."
Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.
"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the timeâ"
"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? Iâ" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "Weâ Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"
It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.
But every cloud has a silver lining.
"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."
He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.
"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."
The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal:Â let me in.
A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.
And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.
Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.
The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.
"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"
You're gonna kill Taehyung.Â
In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.
"Safe," you grimace.
Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"
"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.
"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.
"My sentiments exactly."
Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge
"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."
"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."
Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.
"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.
"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."
Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.
"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.
The bathroom is smallâjust a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.
You wish you didn't.
"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.
"Excuse me?"Â
"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"
"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."
"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"
Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.
And so he doesn't try.
"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"
You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.
Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.
You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.
"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.
"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"
It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.
"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."
"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.
"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."
"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"
"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"
He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."
Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.
"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"
He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.
"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friendsâ"
"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.
"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."
"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.
The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.
"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."
"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"
He's silent, now. Cowardly.
"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."
"You know that's notâ"
"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.
Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.
Feels like it, too.Â
"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.
"Tell you whaâ"
"That you were a virgin."
Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!
Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.
"Hardly relevant, is it?"
"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have knownâ"
"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"
"I didn't ghost you."
"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."
"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"
"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"
"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."
"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."
"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"
The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gagâbut if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.
"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."
You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.
To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.
With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.
Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him awayâbut you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.
With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.
Looks down at you.
Is so close you can smell his aftershave.
A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.
"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."
Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.
The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.
"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.
"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."
He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."
The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.
Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.
Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.
"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"
The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?
All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.
"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess andâ"
The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.
Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.
And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.
It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.
Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.
An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.
When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.
While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.
He knows they hate himâisn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.
He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.
As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.
And so it's up to him to put you back together again.
"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't haveâ"
His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to. Also knows that he does need to.
"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."
"But Iâ"
"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up."Â
He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.
"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"
His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.
An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).
"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.
The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thoughtâ"
"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? Toâ"
"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong callsâbut I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."
Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.
Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.
It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.
"I want you," he husks against your lips.Â
"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.
"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."
"And what was that?" You encourage.
There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer.Â
Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."
And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?
Frantic in the way your hands are on his bodyâhis arms, his waist, around his throatâthere's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.
The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.
"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.
"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"
"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."
He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.
"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.
"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.
As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.
"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"
You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."
He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.
"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.
"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.
"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.
There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.
"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."
Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."
"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him againâbut it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.
And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.
His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.
"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"
"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.
"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."
With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.
Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.
His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfactionâwhich he does oftenâthe suction only grows stronger.
Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."
The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.
He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.
When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouthâand when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.
Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.
But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.
"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."
If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.
Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.
Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.
You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.
But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.
As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"
Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.
"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."
The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.
"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.
"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.
"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."
It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.
His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.
"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.
"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.
"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."
"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"
"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.
He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.
"S'all there is. They alright?"
"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the frontâonly to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"
"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."
His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.
"I don't care. I don't want themâ"
You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.
"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"
When he's got you like thisâlegs spread, body his to claim, your soul to takeâit's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.
"I promise," you swear.
As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.
"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me rawâ"
"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's youâyet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forgetâ"
"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.
"âbut you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."
With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into youâand he's the one who whines, now.
"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.
"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.
"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."
"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.
You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.
"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.
Your argumentative streak wants to fight.
You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."
His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.
In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.
Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.
Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."
Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.
He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.
"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.
The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.
You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.
"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."
"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"
His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."
And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.
But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.
Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."
"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.
"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."
"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.
"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole.Â
His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes.Â
Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"
There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."
But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."
"You're stupid."
"You're stupider."
"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before.Â
His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"
"Think you were gonna make me cum."
"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."
His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.
The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.
As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.
The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.
"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.
"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."
You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.
"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.
"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"
It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.
"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.
"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."
The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with.Â
His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.
But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"
That's the thing.
He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.
Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.
"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."
Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.
And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.
"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"
You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.
"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."
It's been half an hour.
He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.
The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck.Â
Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.
Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.
"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches youâthe hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of himâand finds it impossible to be mad.
"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."
"We?" You question, incredibly confused.
"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.
Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.
As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.
Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.
"Sorry, what the fuck?!"
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FIRST CLASS | JJK (Teaser)
summary in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.
uni au, rich student!jk x rich student!f.reader
[fluff, angst, smut] childhood bestfriends to lovers, pining, unrequited(?) love, they're chaebols okay, tae's sister reader, mega SIMP kook because i literally can't write him any other way, jungkook is a sweet fuckboy (if that exists)
teaser word count: 1.4k (sfw, cursing)
full fic word count: 20k (nsfw)
release date: very soon !!! almost finished proofing ahhhhhh
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à©â©â§âË 20 months ago, on your 19th birthday. . .
"Get fucked, Jeongguk." The words rip from your throat, venomous and sharp as they slap your best friend's face into a furrowed, exasperated expression.
You yank the jacket tighter around your shoulders as the cold night air whips at your skin, storming down the sidewalk. The urge to rip the jacketâhis jacketâoff your body is strong, but it's so fucking cold. You may be petty and possibly overreacting a little right now... but you're not stupid.
Jungkook's heavy footsteps trail after you, his calls of your name only pushing you to walk faster. He catches up in no time, your hurried steps no match for his long strides. He tries to gently grab your arm, but you shrug off his touch angrily, spinning around to glare at him. You're about to tell him to fuck off again when he speaks first.
"Come back inside. It's like a fucking blizzard out here; you're going to freeze to death," he says evenly, though frustration laces his words.
"Oh, please," you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head in disbelief. "As if you give a shit if I freeze."
"Don't fucking sayâ"
"I'm going home. You can tell everyone I'm sick and had to leave. Or don't, I don't fucking care." You turn away and start walking again, his footsteps immediately following.
"You're walking home?" You ignore his question, causing him to huff and run a hand through his hair. "Let me drive you home, please."
You ignore him again, knowing that if there's something Jungkook can't stand more than you yelling at him, it's you not speaking to him.
"Stop doing this. It's your birthday; don't let it end like thisâ"
"Yes, Jeongguk, it's my birthday," you seethe, whipping back around. "And you brought a random chick none of us even know to my birthday dinner. And you didn't even bother to get me a gift. On. My fucking. Birthday."
"Y/Nâ"
"Limited edition PlayStation, imported Swedish lacrosse stick, custom painted iPad from your favorite local fucking artist," you list the gifts you've gotten him for his birthday over the years angrily. Jungkook shakes his head, trying to step closer to you, but you hold up your hand to keep the distance.
"Do you even know how much effort I put into the things I get and do for you? And for you to sit there with that... that stupid fucking look on yourâGod, Jeongguk!" Your voice is on the cusp of being a whine, but you don't care. "Oh, but I'm sure you spent a decent chunk of Daddy's money on Winnie tonight, huh?" You don't care that the Daddy's money statement is also very applicable to you⊠you're angry.
Jungkook's jaw clenches at your words, and he steps forward, slipping his hand into the pocket of the jacket you're wearing. Before you can snap at him again, he pulls out a small velvet box and holds it out to you.
"What is that?" you demand, your voice still trembling with annoyance.
"Your gift," he says softly, opening the box to reveal a white-gold Cartier diamond necklace. "I was planning to give it to you when we were in private."
You stare at the necklace, your anger momentarily overshadowed by surprise. The diamonds of the pendant sparkle under the streetlights, and you almost let out a moan. Diamonds are your weakness.
"You motherfucker," you groan under your breath, glaring at the necklace in hopes it will dissipate into thin air so you can continue being annoyed at him.
Jungkook steps closer, his voice a whisper. "Everyone was coming with their partners, Y/N. I couldn't come alone."
You sigh, knowing that. Your comment was a cheap shot, considering Jungkook doesn't hang with a girl more than once, so it would be impossible for him to bring someone you already knew. But Winnie was getting on your last nerve, and you saw an opportunity to sneak in a jab, so you took it. Not only was the girl clearing glass after glass of the expensive wine your friends had ordered as if it were water, but she was also not shy about ordering the priciest dishes on the menu. Judging by her tiny red Zara mini-dress, you highly doubt she'll be reaching for her purse at the end of the night.
Your gaze is still locked on the necklace as you take a moment to think. Jungkook hasn't moved either, continuing to hold the box open for you while he scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction.
"It's, um, engraved and shit," he mumbles, his hand not holding the box lifting to run over his jaw nervously. "And I got a chain one⊠for me too."
Your eyes snap to his, and he swears his heart stops beating. God, you think it's stupid. You hate it. That's okay. He'll just wait until you turn around so he can sprint to the nearest homeless guy and give him the stupid necklâ
"Like matching?" Your eyes soften, and he slowly feels the blood flooding into his heart.
"Yeah, only if you like, want to," he shrugs cutely, and you can't stop the grin from spreading across your lips.
You're close enough to slide your arms around his torso but still not near enough for Jungkook as he tugs you closer, melting into the hug. "Thank you, Gukkie. I love it," you murmur into his chest, and he feels his muscles relax at you finally using his nickname again.
You lift your head from his black fitted Givenchy dress shirt, which smells a little too good, to look up at him. "But why did you say you didn't have anything when everyone gave me their gifts?"
He looks down at the slight pout on your lips, his fingers twitching with the urge to wipe it off your mouth. Instead, he flicks the box closed with a thumb and holds it out to you. "Don't think Jaehyun would've been thrilled with me giving you this," he chuckles. "The dude hates me."
You frown up at him, about to chime in and say that isn't true, but his lips tug into a smirk as if to say he couldn't care less about what your boyfriend thought of him. And honestly, if he were Jaehyun, he'd hate him too.
Jungkook had the necklaces made a little over two months ago, and you and Jaehyun have only been official for one. So, Jungkook's intentions behind the gift weren't malicious, he swears.
If you just so happen to wear the necklace and your boyfriend notices his matching one, which then causes a rift in your relationship, resulting in the two of you breaking up⊠well, that would just be a nice little coincidence.
"Jae knows you and I are close," you explain with a crease in your brow that he wants to massage until it goes away. "I made it very clear to him when he wanted to get serious, and he understood."
Jungkook nods along to your words even if he doesn't fully believe them. Either Jaehyun is a really good and secure guy, or he's full of grade-A horse shit. If you were his and another dude tried to come along and buy you an eleven-thousand-dollar necklace? Fuck, he'd knock the guy out cold.
You untangle yourself from your best friend and lift the lid of the velvet box still in his grasp. You coo at the pretty diamonds before turning to face away from Jungkook. You gather your hair before swiping it over your shoulder and letting his jacket fall slightly to bare your neck. Jungkook reacts immediately, picking up the necklace before shoving the box in his pocket. His cold fingers brush against you as he carefully fastens the jewelry around your neck.
When he pulls away, you let your hair fall back into place and turn around to face him again. Your smile is soft, eyes twinkling as you look down at the necklace. "It's so pretty, Gukkie. I love it."
You're so pretty. I love you, he thinks.
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spoiled bratty girl and her simpy best friend who knows how to handle her.....GIVE it..
i'm aiming to finish the final edits within the next few days and then post. leave a comment if u wanna be tagged maybe?? <3 :*
longest shit i ever did write who is she
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