#@ whoever requested this turn on ur location lets fucking duke it out in the parking lot of my local target bitch i will FUCK U UP

[thotantics]

Can you please do a jungkook breakup sex oneshot?! 💕

Whatever It Takes

⚤   pairing — reader + Jeon Jungkook

✎ word count — 6,913

✦ genre — angst, smut

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, sad bunny jungoo, tears, oral sex, fingering idk this one’s tame but it’s sad sldkfjou

[A/N] no one: literally nobody at all:me, an idiot: u know what my masterlist needs? More Jungkook. this took Way Too Long for me to finish, and it’s TECHNICALLY not break up sex?? i guess??? but it also kinda is so. i hope this will do

He knew it was coming. The air between you had changed for the last few weeks, and he had sensed it from the moment it began. You were pulling away from him, and as much as it hurt, what else could he do but give you space?

The best he could hope for at first was that it was some outside interference that, after some time, would fade and he’d have you back the way he used to. Maybe you were stressed and needed some time alone. He was willing to give that to you, with the hope in his heart that you’d come right back to him, and things could go back to the way they used to be.

As time passed, however, Jungkook was losing more of you and the ache in his chest was worsening every time you refused to look into his eyes, every time you resisted his touch, every time you didn’t call him back, even though you had promised him you would…despite his best efforts he had come to think that whatever was going on with you, maybe it was his fault.

Maybe you never intended to call him back, and the promises to do so were to pacify him. The thought briefly pushed aside the hurt that had been building in him, and he found himself feeling angry. You weren’t supposed to lie to him. Whatever he had done wrong, he was certain he didn’t deserve to be lied to. Not after everything you had been through together.

Your relationship had started off rocky. Nobody expected you to last as long as you had, but yet you endured. Together. Only to make it to this point? Where you were lying to him about returning phone calls, lying to him about being at work or busy with your friends. Jungkook wasn’t stupid. Observant and intuitive, it didn’t take him long at all to catch on to what was really happening.

You were going to break up with him.

Part of him wanted to slink back into the safety of his bedroom, hide from the world, and sulk about this. Another part of him was defiant. If you wanted to try to dump him, maybe he wouldn’t let you. He kept trying, once he figured out what was going on, to get you alone so you could talk about it, really talk. The most he had gotten out of you so far was that you were “tired”, you were “overworked”, and that you were “fine”. More lies.

He had known all along that your relationship was going to take a lot of hard work. Being an idol had its perks, but dating definitely wasn’t one of them. He felt cut off from the rest of the world in a lot of ways, despite his public appearance. Smiley, happy, silly Jungkook was deeply troubled by the separation from his public life and his private life. He didn’t want to hide you. He didn’t want to lie about his relationship status. He never did. Maybe his fans would accept you, if they knew. Maybe they would love you as much as he did, but he was starting to think that he would never know.

When you finally agreed to let him come to your house late one evening, he was sure that this was it. The moment he had been dreading. Your posture was entirely different; not how a woman stood when she was alone in a room with her boyfriend, but how a stranger stands in front of another stranger. It made his heart sink from the very moment he stepped foot into your apartment.

“I brought you these..” Jungkook offers you a modest bouquet of colorful flowers. He used to bring you flowers every time he saw you when you first started dating, but he wasn’t sure why he ever stopped. Was it because he saw you too frequently? Maybe if he continued with this simple gesture, and overflowed your home with flowers every single time he saw you, it would make a difference somehow. Did the absence of floral arrangements really have any significance in your relationship, or was he just grasping at straws by this point?

The way you greeted him was different than the last time. Your tight hug had lingered on him for days after he saw you last, but this time you barely touched his shoulder and left a tight-lipped kiss on his cheek, and even then that only served as thanks for the flowers as you went to the kitchen and searched for a spot to put them. He trailed behind you almost mournfully.

That’s when you turned to face him and your lips parted and then shut. You wanted to say something, but you were stopping yourself. Hopefully, he met your eyes, lifting his brows as a silent encouragement to continue. Then you dropped the bomb.

“Jungkook… we need to talk.”

Something changed in that moment in him, mentally and physically. His chest swelled indignantly, and his eyes were narrowed as he studied your features. Your sorry eyes, the corners of your lips turned down, your hands wringing together nervously.

“I don’t want to talk.” He says before you can say anything else. You frown more deeply at him for a moment and open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, “I know what you’re going to say.” He says, “And I really don’t wanna talk right now.”

“But, Jung-”

“No.” He insists, and in two long strides he’s right in front of you, his expression dark but his touch is tender as he tucks your hair behind your ear, his hand settling comfortably on your shoulder. “Not yet. Please.”

Confused, you attempt to reason with him, “But, I… I really need to do thi-”

“No, you don’t.” He insists, and then his other arm reaches out, winding behind your lower back, pulling you against him. “Not right now. Right now… you just need to kiss me.”

He can see it in your eyes, the fact that you don’t want to disappoint him. You don’t want to hurt him. But that you’re going to, anyway. The regret, the hesitation, the fear. It’s all there, pooling in your eyes and threatening to spill down your cheeks, but he won’t let it. He leans down and kisses you, so tender that his lips feel soft as the petals of the flowers he offered you moments earlier, and his thumbs move to graze delicately under your eyes, wiping away the tears before they can fall.

“Please, baby,” He whispers, his forehead bowing down to meet your own, eyes squeezing shut as desperation and sadness makes his voice waver and his hands quiver, “We can talk later. First, I just… I need you to… just kiss me. Please.”

The silence that follows his plea is deafening, and for a few terrifying, heart-wrenching seconds, he thinks you’re going to turn him down. He opens his eyes, ready to face the inevitable, but instead of the look of harsh rejection on your features, he finds tenderness instead. Then he feels your hands on his stomach, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your fists, and he realizes something else in your eyes that he couldn’t identify at first glance; was it pity?

You kiss him before he can fully register the look on your face. His mind is reeling for the first couple of seconds; are you sorry? Are you sorry for lying to him? Or for keeping him in the dark when you were clearly struggling with something? Or are you sorry that you’re going to dump him, anyway? Are you leading him on right now? Whatever the reason for kissing him back, Jungkook pushes those thoughts aside, trying to focus on the feel of you against him for the first time in weeks.

It’s bittersweet, but he won’t let it sully the taste of you on the tip of his tongue. He cradles you against him, trying to show you with more than words how precious you are to him, how much he loves you, because he knows by the end of this kiss, you’re still going to want to talk to him. He’s hoping with every fiber of his being that he can prove something with more than mere words, at least in the short amount of time he’s got left.

Yet, the kiss lingers, and the time he clung to, afraid he only had mere seconds, extends to much, much longer. The kiss grows needier, hungrier. Jungkook’s backing you up to the kitchen counter when he feels your hands tangle in his hair, and you moan softly as he nips lightly at your jaw before he hikes you up effortlessly to sit on the countertop.

Standing between your spread thighs, he pulls back from kissing your throat to look into your eyes, hesitating. He doesn’t want to push his luck. He doesn’t want to upset you any further than he guesses that he already has. But your hands cling onto his shoulders and you shift forward a bit on the counter, connecting your lower bodies, and he moves back in to kiss you again.

Once again, thoughts of doubt, hurt, and anger creep back to the forefront of his mind, and Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, planting his hands firmly on the counter at either side of your hips, willing himself to focus on the now. You’re kissing him back just as fervently as he is you, and the fact soothes at least a small part of him. Regardless of why you’re letting this happen, you are, and he knows from the bottom of his heart, he can’t mess this up, that he has to savor it. Because maybe it’ll be the last chance he ever has with you. To fix things, to win you over again… or maybe just the last chance he’ll have to kiss you.

So he kisses you harder. He brings his hands up, fists once clenched angrily now tender as he cups your cheeks and tilts your head back, tongue searching into the depths of your mouth. You moan against him and he strokes down the sides of your neck, one hand moving into your hair and the other going just a little lower, resting on the top of your breasts but not yet touching you there. Not yet. Maybe you wouldn’t want him to take it that far. He had to be careful.

He felt like he was walking on eggshells, even as he pulls back from your lips and kisses down your jaw. You tilt your head back, leaning your weight onto your hands resting behind your back on the counter, and Jungkook takes advantage of the exposure of your neck, sucking briefly on a spot he knows would make your toes curl. Just as he expected, latching onto that special spot, you fling one arm around his neck, hand in his hair, and hold him there with a soft whimper. He smiles against your skin, grazing that same spot with his teeth as his hips surge forward of their own accord.

He’s only about half hard in his pants, thanks to the war he was waging silently in his own head. Normally having your lips on his alone was enough to get him ready to bend you over and take you but it seemed even his body was cautious in this tender moment, unwilling to ruin it with an over eager erection.

Yet the moment his hips lurch forward, you flex your thighs around him, lifting one leg up a little higher, hooking it around his back, and Jungkook’s hand flies out to keep it there. Hand clinging just behind your knee, his hips rocket forward again to press himself against you. He can feel you moan, the vibrations from your throat tickling against his lips as he travels back up to your mouth, tongue slipping inside so he can swallow the sound as he presses forward with his hips one more time, for good measure.

“We need to stop..” You breathe suddenly against his lips, turning your head away to break the kiss and Jungkook’s heart drops.

“No,” he says, but it comes out more desperate than he intended, “We don’t, we can keep going, we-”

He’s trying to cup your face, to make you look at him, to tilt your lips back to his own but you resist, turning away from him, wiping the remnants of his kiss on the back of your hand. “I didn’t invite you over here for this, Jungkook. I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

He’s been trying so hard to keep his cool but he can feel the hurt and the anger boiling over in him and he’s unable to keep it under wraps any longer, snapping, “I know you want to break up, I’m not fucking stupid!”

The look on your face when you finally meet his eyes again makes him stop and slow his roll. Immediately he regrets his outburst, however brief. He instantly wishes he was calmer, that he could control his emotions but he couldn’t do it anymore. He’d spent the last few weeks watching you lose interest in him hopelessly, and he couldn’t idly sit back and let it happen anymore.

“I don’t know why. Honestly at this point, it doesn’t matter why, because it’s happening and there’s nothing I could do at the time to stop it.” Jungkook tells you, doing his best to not sound angry but all he managed instead was to sound pathetic. He knows he does by the way your brows knit together and your eyes mist over like you’re staring at an abused old dog at a shelter. He sniffs, trying to reign in his emotions. “But I’m not ready to talk to you about it. Not yet. Not until I do what I came here to do.”

“What did you come here to do?” You ask.

“To change your mind.” Jungkook says. “Or at least give you something else to consider. Maybe… I can prove to you I can do better. And that you don’t have to do this.” He grasps your hands, and he wants to weep in relief when you don’t pull away from him this time, your eyes focusing sadly on your joined hands, thumbs rubbing over his knuckles.

“You can’t change my mind.” You tell him after a moment, not daring to lift your eyes to his own. “This isn’t… it’s not anything you could have done better, Jungkook. You did everything perfect, you always have. It’s not about that. I… I don’t have another choice.”

“You’re wrong.” He tells you assuredly, and he steps forward again between your legs, “Just keep kissing me.” His hands, shaking, grip tentatively at your waist, “Let me hold you. I promise I can prove you wrong if you give me one last chance.”

He can tell your resolve, what little of it you had mustered to stop kissing him, was fading. Your hand smooths up his forearm, nails biting lightly into his skin and he knows as you bite your lower lip and sniffle to stop your tears that this is definitely the last chance he’s going to have.

Mustering up the last of his courage, he angles his head down, forcing you to meet his eyes, then he presses forward and kisses the corner of your mouth. “Please.” He murmurs when he pulls back just a breath away from you, “We can talk later. Just let me show you now that I love you, and you love me. Just one last time. This is all I’ve got.”

“Jungkook..” You protest but he gives you the saddest puppy eyes he can manage, his lower lip puckering, and he sees you crack when you look away, hiding a smile through the tears threatening to fall. He smiles back briefly, but the moment is fleeting when you look back up at his face. You look defeated. Which isn’t what he wanted… not at all.

He hoped he could make you smile, make you roll your eyes at him in that fond sort of way you always had. Heart splintering in his chest, he scans your face, but you sit there looking back at him expressionless before you finally tell him, “Do whatever it is you came here to do.”

“Love you.” He says, “I just, I-I came here to love you.”

“Go ahead.” You tell him quietly, but nothing about this feels as victorious as when he sat you up on this counter, or when he sank inside of you for the first time, or kissed your lips for the first time. It feels tainted. Spoiled.

For a long moment, Jungkook considers giving up. It feels more hopeless now than it has since you started pulling away from him. But he’s never been one to sit down and admit defeat. He can’t start now. Puffing up his chest with a lung full of air, Jungkook plants his hands on the counter at either side of your hips, and he bows his forehead to your own.

“Do you remember what it used to be like?” He asks quietly, his nose bumping into your own whenever you shut your eyes and nod sadly in response. “I used to think nothing could stop us. The whole world could crash down around us and I thought we’d be standing there at the end of it all, together.”

He reaches up and wipes the tears trailing down your cheeks before he crashes you against his chest in a bone crushing embrace. He feels hopelessly lost, unsure what to do, how to feel, how to stop this from happening. It’s more inevitable now than ever that he can’t win, but he knows he can’t give up on you this easily. He can’t talk about your love in the past tense, like it doesn’t still consume him entirely.

The thought of not doing enough now to keep you with him, that he could lose you if he fails in this moment, makes him bold enough to cup your face and whisper for you to open your eyes to look at him. When you do, he kisses you through the tears flowing freely down your face, leaving wet trails across his hands. He kisses you and pours all the emotions he’s been bottling up and keeping from you, from the rest of the world around him, into the kiss.

From the very start of it all, he’s been guarded and kept his emotions in check. For your sake. For the sake of his career. Whatever the excuse, he’s never given you enough, it’s clear to him now as he gives over everything into this one kiss.

It’s terrifying, and he trembles as you respond, slowly but surely, to his mouth moving gently against your own. He deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth as your hands feebly clutch at the material of his shirt on his chest. Somehow it’s like you’ve never done this before, like he hadn’t spent hours buried deeply inside of you, like he hadn’t looked into your eyes and told you he loved you over and over again while you trembled around him. Jungkook pulls you tightly against him and tries to remind himself of nothing more than what was at stake. Despite his fears and the hurt he felt, he had to focus on what was most important.

You.

With renewed determination, uncaring if his hands were shaking, Jungkook tucked your legs around his waist and carried you, mouths still attached, fumbling along the way until he had you laid out on the bed. You kept yourself opened up for him, legs spread to make room for his body to slot on top of your own, your hands welcomed him with a warmth that he missed so deeply that he wanted to fall into your embrace and weep, but he stayed strong.

Balancing himself on his elbows, he kissed a path down your neck only to hear the sobs wrecking through your body once he was away from your mouth. He had felt your tears, flowing continually, throughout your kisses. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t give up.

“This isn’t your fault… you’ve always been so good, baby. So, so good.” You sobbed at him, hands clinging to his hair as he pushed up your shirt, kissing now along your ribs. “I’ll always, always love you, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t respond, emotions swirling in his head but he focuses on the taste of your skin, the goosebumps that spread on your hips underneath his hands, the ragged way you draw in a gasp when he nips gently at your hip.

He doesn’t pull far away from you as he undresses the two of you, but he’s thrilled each time when you respond to him. When you reach down and help him yank off his shirt, and when you willingly lift your hips so he can slide your pants down past your thighs. When you reach for him to come back nearer, when your tongue brushes along the length of his own, pressing back into his mouth.

His mouth moves hot on your inner thigh and he’s feeling drunk on you like always. Your scent, and the glistening wetness pooling between your lower lips is ever as inviting as it always had been, and he doesn’t bother resisting for long. A glance up at your eyes only encourages him. You look down at him with need, and he doesn’t care, not even for a second, in what sort of way you need him, as long as you still do.

Jungkook would be whatever you wanted, until his dying day. He had hoped someday you would want a husband, and maybe you would see him as a good candidate for that, but if, right now, all you needed was someone to give you some sexual relief, that was ok, too. He could do that.

A heated kisses right at the cleft of your lower lips makes you gasp and your thighs jerk. He locks eyes with you again as he pulls back, thumbs parting the petals of your sex delicately before he goes back in, this time with his tongue. Jungkook’s always been good to you like this. Wherever he messed up along the way to bring the two of you here, it definitely wasn’t your sex life.

His tongue, skilled and eager, lapped at your center like he was starving for the taste of your arousal, and for the next ten minutes or so, he feels like he had been. Deprived of you like this as you pulled away from him, he’s definitely never wanted to eat you more than in that exact moment.

You keep yourself splayed open for him, jerking and gasping under his mouth, one hand on your breast and the other in his hair. Neither of you can think beyond what’s happening right now. He groans against your slick flesh when he presses one finger inside of you and he feels you clench. He sits up on his knees and pushes your legs open even farther, and pushes and back, opening you up more to his hungry mouth. He’s devouring you and pressing two fingers back inside of you this time when he feels you start to cum, and he pulls away entirely, letting your legs fall back to the mattress as you groan.

Panting, he climbs up your body and captures your lips, and groans into your mouth when you eagerly kiss the taste of your slick from his lips and tongue as he lines himself up at your entrance. Gently coating his dick in your wetness, he rubs himself across your hole, clenching around nothing at the feel of him, and over your throbbing clit just to tease you all the more. You were on the brink of an orgasm and he knew it, but he needed to feel it on his cock.

Finally pressing inside of you, he relishes in the gasp and the subsequent throaty moan that follows after he fills you. You stretch so perfectly around him and he buries his face in the nape of your neck, breathing heavy against your skin as his hips begin to rock against yours.

“Was this your plan?” You pant into his ear, your nails scorching down his back as he fucks into you at a quicker, needier pace. “You’re just going to fuck me and change my mind?”

Jungkook pulls back to look down at you, taking note of your flushed cheeks, the sweat clinging your hair to your brow, your heaving chest, and he smiles, snapping his hips harder, pummeling into you deeper. “Actually,” He says, “It kind of was.”

Gripping behind your knees, you hold your legs up long enough for him to sit up on his knees and grab them for you, and you ask him breathlessly, “Is sex all our relationship was about?”

“You know the answer to that,” He snaps, brow furrowed as he keeps rutting into you, the sound of skin on skin reverberating around the room, your bed frame squeaking in protest at this new angle. “Don’t fucking act like you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I know…” You admit with a sigh, hands smoothing over your breasts and his eyes lock onto the way you play with your nipples delicately, “That’s why I don’t have a choice, Jungkook. This has to happen. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Why not?” He grunts, “You seem to like it right now..”

“Fuck, yes. I love what you do to me..” You’re writhing under him, eyes squeezing shut and brows knitting together in concentration, “But I can’t let you do this. I can’t let us continue on like this when I know-” You stop mid sentence with a harsh gasp as his fingers find your clit, rubbing in hurried circles around the bundle of nerves.

“When you know what?” He asks, eyes locked on your expression.

Your eyes flutter open and you start to speak, to tell him the truth, the reason for all of this, but you’re interrupted by a powerful orgasm before you can even begin to let any words out. Mouth opening and shutting repeatedly, eyes locked on his dark chocolate eyes from above you, you finally let out a strangled cry of his name, a desperate sound that Jungkook is all too familiar with.

He fucks into you harder, snapping his hips into your own and folding your body practically in half so he can reach as deep as humanly possible. He puts your legs up, feet resting on his shoulders, and smiles as you come unglued under him.

But Jungkook isn’t anywhere near finished with you. He fucks you slow and deep through your orgasm, and the moment you stop gasping and writhing under him, he presses you to keep talking. He didn’t expect this conversation to happen now, like this, but he had to admit it felt easier to deal with when he was balls deep inside of you.

“What do you know?” He asks you, lowering his upper body so he’s flush against you once more, his lips finding that special spot on your neck that makes you shiver all over again with the after effects of your orgasm.

“I know you…” You pant, speaking slow to try and catch your breath, “I know you’d throw away everything for us…for me.“

He pulls back from kissing your throat to look into your eyes. He’s still rock hard and buried inside of you, your insides quivering around him as he tells you, “I would, in a heartbeat. I’d do anything for you. I’d die for you, baby.”

This brings your tears back anew immediately, as you shake your head in protest, “I can’t, Jungkook…I can’t let you do that. I can’t. I can’t.”

“What?” He asks desperately, hopelessly lost and unsure what he could do. You’re weeping openly underneath him and he’s never gone soft faster in his life. He pulls out of you, but keeps you cradled in his arms, trying to hug you to his chest. “Talk to me, baby, please. Tell me what I can do. I’ll do anything, anything at all, just tell me.”

“You can leave.” You sniffle, “You can leave and forget all about me. All about us. It’s over, Jungkook. I can’t watch you lose everything just because of me.”

He’s baffled as you pull away from him, and he’s left sitting naked at the foot of your bed, his cock wet with your cum. Part of him feels utterly defeated. Despite his best efforts, you already said the one thing that he had been hoping to avoid all this time; you ended it, moments after he made you cum, and now you’re sitting with your back to him, both of you still naked, awkwardly pointing out of your bedroom door and towards the front room, gesturing for him to leave.

He can’t even muster up the words to explain why he’s confused. It’s all coming from out of nowhere, even after all the time he spent worrying himself to death knowing that this was coming, even after showing up at your door knowing that he might be leaving without you, he’s still blind sided and on the verge of breaking down completely as he glances around the room, mostly to avoid you seeing the tears falling down his face, but also to locate his clothes.

“I just need you to leave, now.” You tell him when he stands, sniffling, to pick up his boxers and pants off of the floor.

Jungkook starts to dress slowly, desperately trying to think of what to say, what to do that could possibly make a difference now, but you won’t look at him when he does work up the courage to face you again. He doesn’t try to stop himself from crying because there’s no use. The tears are flowing endlessly and his chest aches so much he wonders if the hole in his heart will ever fill if he actually has to walk out of your apartment right now.

But he can’t walk out. There’s too much to talk about, and he’s not willing to let you cut this talk so short, not after he made you put it off. After all, talking had been your big idea, and he needed to hear the real reason why this was happening, if he was going to leave here a single man.

“I just told you I’d die for you… and you broke up with me immediately after? Please,” He faces you with the last of his bravery, not trying to hide the endless flow of tears streaming down his face as he takes your hands, or the way with each breath that he shudders and gasps through throat shredding sobs, “Please just tell me why. I deserve that at the least, don’t I? After everything we’ve been through?”

You steel yourself, squaring your shoulders, crossing your arms defensively, “Because I’m not strong enough to keep living like this.” You tell him, “I knew when we got together that it was going to be hard. I knew I’d spend a lot of my time missing you while you were away, but I’m so proud of you, Jungkook. I thought that pride would overshadow any of the negatives.” You add quickly, “None of which were brought on by you, but really just…outside things that we can’t control.”

“Like what?” He encourages you, because already there’s the smallest, glimmering bit of hope. If what you’re going to say is what he thinks, then maybe he still has a chance. Maybe he can put you at ease.

“The hiding.” You say with a sigh, “The rumors. Anytime you’re linked with some celebrity, I’m reminded that I’m a nobody, and definitely not good enough for someone like you.” Before he can comment on that, however, you continue, “You can argue that if you want but the fact still remains.”

You take a deep breath and tell him, voice full of remorse, “It’s not just that stuff. It’s that I used to be tougher. I used to be able to deal with all of this, with anything. Like you said, I thought we could take on the world and be standing together at the end of it. I didn’t think I’d get this weak. This pathetically jealous of whoever else gets your time when I can’t, whether it’s the guys or your manager or whoever… it’s just never me. And the guilt that I feel, because I’m not coping with this well enough anymore, when I know you deserve someone strong and I can’t do it.”

“Then let me-” He reaches for you, but you recoil angrily, pulling yourself out of his reach.

“I can’t let you fix this!” You shout at him, and Jungkook recoils at the outburst, “You’ll just tell me to wait for you, and even if I could, you’ll quit when you’re ready and I can’t…I can’t be the reason you don’t live out your dreams. I can’t spend the rest of my life with you knowing that I was selfish enough to let you leave it all behind. But I also can’t keep waiting for you. I can’t keep missing you and watching you live without me, I don’t want to wait until you finally give it all up just for me to feel guilt for the rest of our lives together. That isn’t fair.” You shake your head at him, “I’ve thought about it for so long, Jungkook. This is the only way. I just need to end it now and be out of each other’s lives… so we can heal.”

“But… we love each other.” Jungkook protests weakly.

You sniffle, fighting back tears again as you tell him, “You’ll find someone stronger than me, someone that will love you just as much as I do. That’s what you really deserve.”

“I don’t want someone else.” He tells you feebly, “I want you.”

You shake your head, but you don’t stop him when he approaches you cautiously, hair and face a mess, in only his boxers with his shirt half buttoned, and crookedly at that. You don’t stop him when he takes your hands in his own.

“We love each other.” Jungkook says again, much more firmly this time. “You said so yourself, you said you’d always love me.” He reminds you, “And I’ll stop loving you when my heart stops beating, I’m sure of that, more than anything else in my life.” He steps closer, until your back hits the wall by the bedroom door and he leans down so he can look into your eyes, even though you’re avoiding his. “When people love each other…they fight for that.” Jungkook tells you. “If we love each other, we’ll keep fighting, no matter what obstacles stand in our way. And we’ll win every battle, because we have each other.”

He’s breaking you again, he can feel sobs shaking in your body before he hears or sees the evidence of them and then he crashes you against him so you can weep openly onto his half buttoned shirt, muffling your sobs against his shoulder as he continues, “That’s all I want. I don’t want to find someone else to love me, I want to fight with you, right now, for our love, because nothing means more to me than this.” His voice breaks when he adds, “If you don’t want to fight for us anymore, that’s different. But I’m here…and I want to work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out.” You sob, “I’m a weak, selfish person and I’m not strong enough to do this, Jungkook. I’m sorry I’m letting you down…I’m so, so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He bows his head onto your shoulder, crying quietly and soaking your shirt same as you were the front of his, “And you don’t have to be strong all the time. If you’re feeling weak, I’ll be strong for both of us. I’m willing to do that.”

“And then what? What can we possibly do?” You ask, pulling away and looking up at his face.

“Whatever it takes.” He furiously wipes at his eyes so he can try and see you through the blur of his tears. Hope is spreading within him again, but he doesn’t dare dwell on it in case he’s wrong, “I’m sure there’s another way out of this other than breaking up…we can figure it out together, I’m sure of that. We don’t have to throw this away. Every relationship takes work, doesn’t it? Every relationship gets hard at times to maintain. How does anybody manage to spend the rest of their lives with the person they love?”

You bite your lip, uncertainty written all over your face as Jungkook continues, his voice cracking in desperation, “I… I’m standing here begging you to give me the chance, because anything you can think of between now and the day I die, that causes you worry or hardships, I want to be the shoulder you cry on. I want to be your rock. I want to fight for you. I want us to figure this out together.”

You gulp past a lump in your throat, and your fingers clench the front of his shirt at his stomach, hesitating for a long while before you look back up into his hopeful eyes and ask in a small voice, “I didn’t ruin it already?”

Jungkook crashes you to him, kissing the side of your head and tucking one arm around your neck to hold you close to his heart thundering out of his chest, “No, baby, of course not. If you ever feel weak, please tell me. I want to fix it.”

“I just feel so hopeless sometimes.” You tell him sadly. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s scary to feel that way and I’m sorry you were dealing with it alone. I should have noticed, I should have asked the right questions, I… there’s no point dwelling on it, ok?” He pulls back and cups your face, holding you still so he can press a kiss to your forehead. “We both could’ve handled this better but it doesn’t matter because we’re here, now, and we can do better moving forward. Are you willing to do that with me?” You nod your head and he shuts his eyes and murmurs, “I need to hear it, baby.”

“Yes.” You say, “I-I’m willing to try to do better, and move forward.” You’re hesitating, not saying something more and he can feel it, so he waits and encourages you silently, running his hands up and down your arms soothingly until you tell him, lip trembling, “I am sorry, though. Don’t tell me not to be because I pushed you away. I was willing to let you walk out of here and let my heart break but I-I was only doing it out of fear. And guilt. I convinced myself that it was the right thing for you. And I’m so sorry I hurt you..”

He hugs you again, cradling you this time and swaying gently on his feet as you cry, clinging to his shirt and repeating that you were sorry. Jungkook strokes your hair and shushes you gently, lifting you like a bride in his arms and walking back until he can sit comfortably on the edge of your bed. He holds you across his lap for a while and lets you cry and apologize, and he doesn’t dare interrupt. All the agony you’d both been feeling over the last few weeks was finally starting to feel like it was over, and he knew it was important for you to let these feelings out instead of keeping them bottled up. So he just holds you and lets you get it all out.

Afterwards, when you quieted and stilled, he laid back with you sprawled out on top of him, your legs tangled together, your head resting on his chest and your arm tucked around his waist. He made countless promises to you in that moment, promises of love and devotion, promises of enduring the hard times and sharing many, many more good times.

As he speaks to you gently, you pepper kisses along his chest and scoot slowly down his body. It wasn’t lost on you that he had given you something earlier and you didn’t repay him. Feeling the need to be closer, you tug down his boxers and free his cock, half hard and waiting for you, and spent your time slowly worshiping it the way he deserved. You love him with your mouth and your heart beating fast in your chest, licking and sucking at his length while his hands tangle in your hair and he gasps your name repeatedly. When he came, you locked eyes with him, watching his expression contort before he threw his head back and finished on your tongue.

You swallow the bitter taste and he pulls you up his body, sitting you down on his lap and spearing you with his still hard length. “I’m never going to let you go, baby,” He sighs, pulling you down to meet his lips, “I love you so much.”