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I'M SCREEEAMINGGGG ⚰️ ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️ nooo my love, the feedback and notes on habits are eatinggggg 😭 my people pleasing inner demoness is scratching at the walls telling me to clock out and whip up part 2 rn, u have to STOP.... no because i actually have a FERAL obsession w the nickname baby (as i think most of u can tell by my fucking fics 😭). like... BABE? 🙄 fuck right off this is a baby only blog!!! /gen

HABITS (STAY HIGH) | JJK (m)

You 9:06 PM do you be 🙄’ing other bitches yes or no

pairing student plug!jk x rich girl!reader

genre fwb2l, established situationship, college au

rating 18+ minors dni; angst, fluff, suggestive

word count 5.3k

content jk 20 | yn 20, grumpy jk, spirited/lowk bratty oc, he’s a drug dealer, she’s his fave customer and fave girl, going against my entire brand & oc is the pining one this time 😳, but like she's aware & she don't care!!, wait jk also pines but just not as openly, ok wait no he's a simp too, lil bitta jealousy, a heated argument, lots of cursing, kinda toxic relo depending on how u view it?, they fight bc they care, this jk is actually so cheeky, but he thinks he doesn't deserve her, she wants to smack his head bc of that, no serious smut; just some kissing n touching n oc gets her tiddies out

before you read this is an old writing style draft dump and also not fully complete 🙈 the poll to post was 70-30, so i'm sorry to the ones who wanted to wait until the smut was done, come back in a few months my loves 😭 the fic doesn’t end that badly though, and it’s quite open, so you can interpret what happens next 😌 this definitely needs a part two (which will happen and will absolutely be of better quality) but it won’t be for a while, so keep that in mind pls <3 if u just want a cute lil read with an angsty fwb fight & some make-up cuddles, then this is for you 🫰

now playing: tove lo—habits (stay high)

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who is ittttt?”

“Open the fucking door, Y/N, it’s cold,” Jungkook grumbles quietly, his voice carrying a hint of irritation though you can tell he's trying not to disturb your poshy neighbors.

You suppress a chuckle, peering through the peephole. There he is, shivering in the hallway of your apartment complex.

He’s bundled up in a big black hoodie, his sweats hanging low on his hips, and you can just make out the faint outline of his ever-growing hair beneath the hood. You almost frown, missing the adorable little ponytail you know he’s pulled it into. The image of it is vivid in your mind, and your fingers twitch with the urge to run through the strands.

Flicking the latch, you twist the handle and pull open the door, a smile spreading across your face as you take in his flushed cheeks and the red tip of his nose, both tinged from the cold. He looks so adorably disgruntled, his inked arms crossed over his chest, dry lips forming a pout that only makes him look squishier.

Despite the hardened exterior of Jeon Jungkook, there’s something so irresistibly soft about him that never fails to make you melt—a sentiment you tell him often, no matter how many times he scowls when you call him a cute baby bunny.

The moment he steps inside, he exhales a deep breath of relief, letting the warm air of your apartment wrap around his cold frame. The reason he likes coming to your place instead of you going to his? Your fantastic fucking heating.

Other perks are definitely in the mix, like how your apartment doesn’t have suspicious-colored mold in every other corner of the ceiling—and the fact that it smells like you.

But Jungkook likes to say it’s mainly for the heating.

You lock the door behind him, noticing a paper bag in his hand that you hadn’t seen through the peephole.

“What’s that?” you tease, leaning against the door while he kicks off his shoes.

Jungkook shoots you an unimpressed look, his face the perfect 🙄 emoji he’d texted you earlier. Without a word, he moves closer and offers you the bag.

The sight of the Lotteria logo triggers a happy grumble in your stomach, and a wide grin spreads across your face. “Oh? I don’t remember ordering fo—”

Before you can finish, he snatches the bag back with a huff, heading straight for the couch. You let out a small gasp of surprise that quickly turns into laughter as you chase after him.

“Kook…” you coo through giggles, following the pouty boy. “Baby, I’m kidding! I’m sorry… gimmie, please?” you plead, softening your voice as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your face into the warmth of his hoodie.

Even though the last part of your sentence is muffled by his hoodie, you know he heard you by the way his shoulders relax and he stops moving. “You’re so annoying. Take the fucking burger,” he mumbles, the corner of his mouth twitching as he lifts his arms just enough for you to slip under and around to face him.

“So hot when you boss me around,” you sigh dreamily, blinking up at him.

You hear the warning tsk from his mouth and happily ignore it, taking the bag from him and setting it carefully on your coffee table. When you turn back, his eyes are already on you.

“Thank you, Kook. You didn’t have to do that.”

Just as you start to reach out to hug him again, you pause, realizing there’s something far more pressing to attend to. Reaching up, you gently pull back his hoodie, finally getting a full view of his pretty face.

A satisfied hum slips from you as you take in his hair, tied back in the little ponytail you’d imagined. Your hands move on their own, gently tucking a few stray strands behind his ears, enjoying the softness beneath your fingers.

For a second, Jungkook’s eyes close at your touch, only to snap open again, as if he knows you’re about to say something sassy. Before you can, he leans down and scoops you up, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs.

In just a couple steps, he’s settled on your couch with you straddling his lap, clinging to him like a koala. His fingers trace soft circles along your thighs, making you sink deeper into his hold. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers slipping into his hair, giving him gentle little scratches that make him melt.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” you mumble, enjoying the quiet grunt he lets out in response. “Course you know that,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips as you press a light kiss to his neck.

“Your jays are in my pocket,” he manages, his voice a little strained.

“So?” you hum, trailing your lips lower to press another kiss along his nape.

Each soft kiss leads you closer to the thick base of his throat, where you can feel his pulse beneath your lips. His grip on your thighs tightens, pulling a satisfied little sound from you, maybe intentional, maybe not.

Just as Jungkook feels himself teetering on the edge of losing all restraint, ready to flip you over and pin you beneath him on the couch, you pull away with a smile.

His gaze is heavy-lidded as he watches you twist around, but never leaving his lap. Instead, you reach back for the coffee table, your fingers grasping for something just out of sight. When you finally retrieve what you need and turn back to face him, his reaction is immediate—he rolls his eyes.

“Put that shit away—”

“Don’t, Jungkook,” you warn, smacking his hand away as he tries to grab your purse from you.

“I’m not taking your money. I don’t know why you even bother.” His tone carries a hint of irritation, almost as if he’s offended by the very notion. While your entire body softens at his refusal, a small flicker of annoyance sparks within you.

“And why is that?” you challenge, your fingers deftly unzipping your wallet, even as you avoid meeting his gaze, already knowing where the conversation is heading.

Jungkook tries to catch your eye, his stare burning into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him, focusing instead on the bills you’re pulling from your wallet. “You know why, baby. Stop that,” he says, voice firm yet gentle.

Your fingers freeze around the notes, and you finally lift your gaze to meet his. “So you’d rather I just pay you in sex?” you say, forcing a laugh. “Do you know how gross that makes me feel?”

“What?” Jungkook leans back slightly, his expression shifting from surprise to something almost…disgusted. You have to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and smooth the sour look from his pretty face with your fingers. “What the fuck? I would never expect you to—Y/N—what the fuck?”

“You never let me pay. You make everyone else pay, but not me.” Your voice is quiet, dripping with vulnerability that makes Jungkook release a heavy sigh.

“Because it’s you, baby. I would never—”

“What do you mean by that?” you cut him off abruptly, your tone sharper than intended, causing him to reel back in confusion. “‘It’s me.’ What do you mean by that? You don’t want me, but you treat me differently than everyone else.”

Jungkook’s tongue pokes the side of his cheek in frustration, the action only serving to stoke the fire in your chest. His silence is telling, yet infuriating, and it eggs you on to continue. “You come over whenever I ask you to. You—you bring me food without even knowing if I want anyth—”

He frowns. “You always want Lotteria—”

“You get jealous when I hang out with other guys.”

That shuts him up.

His lips twist to the side as his gaze rakes over your face, like he’s searching for something, but still, he offers no response. The silence between you stretches thin, and you give him a pointed look, waiting for an explanation that never comes.

You sigh, resigned. “I know we’re fuck-buddies, Jungkook. I initiated this… I know.”

Slowly, your hand moves to the back of his head, fingers brushing the hair tie that keeps his bun in place. With a gentle tug, it comes undone, and you thread your fingers through the soft, loose strands. “But you have to start treating me like one, because when you do shit like this, it makes me want to lock you in my apartment and never let another girl even look at you.”

For a moment, his eyes flutter closed, and if you didn’t know him better, you might mistake the soft sound that escapes his lips for a whine. It’s low, almost involuntary, like he’s holding something back. But before he can say anything that might break your heart, you lean down, pressing your mouth to his. The cool metal of his lip ring sends a jolt through you, and your fingers instinctively tighten in his hair.

Jungkook melts into you, his hands, which have been resting on your goosebump-covered thighs throughout your entire rant, slide up, settling on the middle of your back. He pulls you closer, his grip firm, almost possessive.

He breaks away just enough to mutter against your lips, “You think I don’t want you?” The question barely lingers in the air before his tongue is in your mouth again, leaving you no room for a response. You hum, tasting the faint sweetness of banana shake—he always gets it when you both order Lotteria—and try to lick more of it from him as he pulls back.

“Think I like hearing about other guys getting to touch you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “And not being able to do a single fucking thing about it?”

“I—mmfh—” Your objection dies against his tongue as he dives back in, his lips capturing yours with a needy determination. He finally pulls back, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth before letting it go with a wet pop, dark eyes watching as your lip snaps back into a pretty pout.

“I think about you every second of the fucking day, Y/N. Don’t say I don’t want you.”

It takes you a few moments to gather yourself, and when you do, a look of pure disbelief contorts your face.

“What?” The word comes out loud and more than a little whiny, but you don’t care. “You pretty much spit in my face—and not in the good way—every time I bring up exclusivity, but then you go and say shit like that? Jungkook, I’m going to fucking kill you—”

“Stop, baby,” he murmurs, but the battle to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips is already lost. Your whining is his absolute weakness, and as much as he tries to keep it in check, he can feel his sweatpants tightening the more you do it.

“No.” You huff instantly, pulling your hands from his hair and crossing your arms over your chest in pure, stubborn frustration.

The sight of you, all worked up and adorably fuming, drives him fucking wild. God, you’re so cute.

“Tell me why I can’t have you.”

“You can have me,” he replies without a second of hesitation, and his smile widens as you let out a frustrated groan.

“Jungkook.”

He chuckles softly, leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck. You sigh, knowing you should push him away from you, maybe even off the couch and onto the floor. But you don’t.

“Just look around, baby,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, his voice low and soft, his warm breath brushing over your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. Without thinking, your hand lifts to run through his hair.

You’re confused. “What?”

“You have a vase on your kitchen counter that’s worth more than the average kid at our uni’s entire tuition,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone as his words linger in the air.

He pulls back just enough to catch the look of confusion in your eyes, pressing a light kiss to the crease in your brow. "The shorts you’re wearing right now—probably the same price as that big, fancy TV you never use, hm?

Your eyes dart to the flatscreen he’s referring to, while he dips back down to trace soft lines along your neck with his nose. You give an offended little grunt.

“Well, they were more, actually, but what does that have to—”

“I live in a shitty little two-bedroom unit with two other guys, and I sell drugs to pay for my tuition, baby.”

“So fucking what—”

“You live in a twenty-floor luxury apartment complex, with two security gates to pass through before you even reach the lobby.”

You glare at the amused look on his face, and while you’d usually give anything to see him looking so cute, right now you want to wipe that smirk off with your couch cushion.

“So, what—you don’t want to be with me because I have a fucking trust fund?” you snap, trying to shove his hands off your hips, but he keeps them firmly in place. “No, that’s just fucking low, Jungkook. What, you’re rich-shaming me? That’s not even a fucking thing! God, you’re such a piece of—”

“The guy you fucked around with when you were stoned. Kim Taehyung, right?”

The words you were about to spit at him catch in your throat as his question hits you. Anger flares up fast and sharp, too intense for you to even care how he found out. “Why the fuck does that matter—”

“When I think about you having a boyfriend, baby, that’s who I see. Someone like Kim Taehyung. Good family, financially set for life, someone who can actually take care of you—”

“Jeon Jungkook, stop talking.” Your voice cuts through his words, sharp and cold, stripped of any teasing. The uncharacteristic seriousness makes him fall silent, his mouth snapping shut.

“If you don’t want a relationship, or commitment, or whatever the fuck it is that’s got you scared, just say that. But don’t you dare pretend this is about wanting what’s fucking ‘best for me.’”

He knows he shouldn’t respond, but something in your words hits deeper than he wants to admit. “I do want what’s fucking best for you—”

“And who decides that? You? Are you my fucking dad?” You scoff, ignoring the way his jaw clenches in frustration as you start to climb off his lap.

“Baby, stop—”

“And stop calling me fucking baby!” you snap, the words flying out before you can pull them back. The instant regret tugs at you, but you swallow it, refusing to apologize.

It’s not Jungkook’s fault that he doesn’t want you. You know that.

Luckily, any embarrassment over his rejection is nonexistent by now. Your friends-with-benefits arrangement started back in freshman year, and now, in your senior year, you’ve both had more than your fair share of awkward and downright mortifying sexual moments together. The idea of feeling humiliated in front of him is almost funny.

You hadn’t meant to get so worked up, but seeing him looking all pouty and comfy on your couch, bringing you your favorite fucking burger from your favorite fucking fast food place… it made you want to do unspeakable things right there on said couch. But then there he was, insisting he’s nothing but fucking wrong for you. Yeah, maybe you lost it a little.

Especially because you know that if he’d just get it, you wouldn’t even think twice about another spoiled pretty boy like Kim Taehyung ever again. You literally only fooled around with him because of—god, it doesn't matter. Jungkook might think he’s “not the best thing for you,” but you don’t give a flying fuck. He’s all you want.

Clearing your throat as you try to calm down, you stand on shaky legs and start to head toward your bedroom. You hear Jungkook softly call your name, concern thick in his voice, but you ignore him. At the doorway, something makes you pause, pulling you back.

Jungkook watches closely, his gaze softening as you turn and walk back toward him. He thinks maybe you’re going to climb back into his lap, let him kiss away your frown, but what you actually do makes him bite back a laugh. You reach down, snatch the bag with your cheeseburger in it, and stomp back to your bedroom without a word.

Jungkook’s quick to his feet, catching up before you can slam the door in his face. His hand lands on the wood, holding it open.

Your eyes narrow into slits. “Move your hand, or I’ll slam it on your fingers.”

“You’re just going to leave me out here? All by myself?” he asks, mustering his best pout—the one that usually melts you—but right now, it only makes you want to smush the deluxe cheeseburger he bought you right into his face.

“You can see yourself out,” you snap, shoving the door harder, trying to make him move his hand, but he doesn’t flinch. “Leave the door unlocked, won’t you? I’m gonna text Taehyung, see if he wants to come ove—”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, eyebrows pulling together, frustration darkening his gaze. “You’re seriously upset that I don’t want you with a fucking deadbeat? That I want you with someone who’s actually fucking good for you—”

“You’re not a fucking deadbeat!” You pull the door open with so much force that Jungkook stumbles slightly forward, not expecting it. “Stop acting like we’re on different levels! It’s not true—”

“You are, Y/N, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“You didn’t choose the life you were born into, Jungkook. You’ve worked for everything—school, every cent you have—without help from anyone! You’re the opposite of a fucking deadbeat, and I hate hearing you say shit like that.”

“That’s who you want to be with?” he huffs, looking away for a second before meeting your eyes again, his expression almost pained. “Someone who struggles to get by, who was disowned by his family, who can’t offer you any fucking stability or—”

“I’d take you in any fucking form! How can you not see that by now?”

“So you’d really be happy bringing some tattoo-covered drug dealer home to Mommy and Daddy for the holidays?”

“More than fucking happy,” you throw back, crossing your arms defiantly as he steps fully into your room, shutting the door behind him. “Who do you think my family even is, Jungkook? You think we just sit around and laugh at anyone who’s not part of the 1% or something?”

“Of course not, baby,” he sighs, stepping closer, his tone softening. He hears your frustrated huff, but when you don’t move away, he relaxes. “I just don’t know what rich people are like. I’ve never actually… seen one? Before you…”

You roll your eyes. “You act like we’re some rare, endangered species, Jungkook.”

He laughs lightly, using your sarcasm as an excuse to close the remaining space between you. His hands find yours, gently covering them as you narrow your eyes, trying to hold onto your glare. You don’t pull away, though, and he barely bites back a smile.

“Never thought I’d have a pretty little rich girl begging me, of all people, to go steady…”

“Never thought I’d be rejected multiple times by a no-good drug dealer who’s clearly in love with me but too afraid of commitment—”

His eyes widen as he chuckles, your sassy retort catching him off guard. He pulls you closer, the sound of his laughter rumbling through you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “In love with you, huh?” he teases, and you feel his cheeky grin as he nuzzles deeper, your head tilting instinctively to give him more room.

“Mhm,” you reply, your voice laced with playful certainty. “It’s only incredibly obvious…”

“Oh?” he hums, his lips hovering just above the fading hickey he left on your neck a couple nights ago. “Thought I hid it so well…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe out, voice airy as his lips finally make contact at the base of your throat, right beside the last mark he left. His tongue brushes lightly against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he claims you all over again.

His lips are warm and soft against your neck. “You really want me? Like that?”

“Unfortunately,” you sigh, your fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles softly against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. Just say that.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, pressing a kiss to your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who wouldn’t want you—”

“You, apparently.” You deadpan, narrowing your eyes as his lips curl into a half-smile.

“I thought you knew how much I love you, baby… thought it was incredibly obvious—”

“I’m not in the mood for jokes anymore, Jungkook. It’s late, I’m sober, and I didn’t get any dick like I was promised tonight, so just—”

“Who’s joking?”

You take a step back, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the infuriatingly gorgeous boy standing in front of you with that semi-amused, semi-serious look on his face.

“Shut up,” you mutter, frowning.

His eyebrows lift, just a second of teasing. “Okay.”

“Good.” You grunt, stubbornly ignoring the cheeseburger calling your name from the dresser as you stomp into the ensuite. Jungkook follows quietly, watching as you grab your toothbrush with an irritated hand and begin washing up.

You feel his warmth behind you as he reaches for the toothbrush you set aside just for him, following your lead. You make a mental note to toss it in the bin tomorrow and send him a picture.

After you’re done, you pull your sweater over your head, tossing it into the hamper as you head out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows a moment later, just as you slip under your covers, settling in with your little silk shorts and singlet. “Turn the light off when you leave.”

Jungkook hums, strolling to the door and flicking off the light… mostly following your command.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor catches your attention, and you turn to see him, now hoodie- and sweatpants-less, setting a small container (which you’re pretty sure has your jays in it) on your bedside table. He lifts the other side of the comforter and slides in beside you.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you roll your eyes, turning so your back faces him, though you make no move to kick him out. What? You’re cold, and he’s basically a human hot water bottle.

“You didn’t get your weed or your dick tonight, but you can have your cuddles,” he says softly, slipping his warm hand under the covers to rest on your stomach. With a gentle pull, he tugs you closer until your back presses into his chest. You stay silent, attempting to cling to the last shreds of your resolve, but with each soft stroke of his thumb against your skin, it starts to slip. So you try to hold on.

“This is the last time,” you whisper, confused at the sudden urge to cry, as if the true meaning of the words hadn’t fully registered to you until they were spoken.

Jungkook is silent, his thumb pausing its slow movements, though his hand stays in place. “Is that what you want?” his voice is low, hesitant, like he’s almost afraid of what you’ll say.

“Mhm.” You keep it short, not trusting yourself to say much more.

He gently tugs your top back down where it had ridden up, then rests his head in the crook of your neck. “Okay, baby.”

Why does it sound like he doesn’t believe you?

Your brows furrow as you let out a quiet sniffle. “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Stop smiling! I’m serious!” You can’t see his face, but you can hear that infuriating smirk in his voice. Annoyed, you nudge his hand off your stomach, but he just slides it right back, like it belongs there.

“I know you are, baby.” Jungkook’s tone is softer now, but you can still hear the hint of teasing underneath.

“Whatever, Jungkook. Night,” you mutter, shifting slightly so your ass brushes up against his crotch. You smirk when you hear the quiet, involuntary grunt he lets out.

“Good night, baby,” he finally manages, his voice steadier now, and he pulls you closer, his big arms wrapping you like a burrito. “Sleep well. I love you.”

“Motherfucker—” you shoot up instantly, flicking on your bedside lamp and turning to him with a furious glare. Jungkook blinks, taken aback by the sudden light, then sits up slowly against the headboard.

“You’re such an asshole, Jungkook. Get out. I’m so serious.”

“Baby—”

“No, Jungkook! You're obviously just making fun of me at this point, like, that shit means something.”

“I'm not, Y/N,” he shakes his head, gaze stuck low on the blanket. “I know it means something.”

“Then why the fuck would you just say that to me if you don’t mean it? You’re so fucking cruel—”

“I mean it, baby.” His gaze finally lifts from the blanket, meeting your narrowed, furious eyes, his own expression completely earnest. “God, do I fucking mean it…” he lets out a short, almost disbelieving chuckle to himself.

You stay quiet, watching him as he shifts closer. He’s careful not to reach out, but he gets close enough that he can feel your warmth.

“I’ve never wanted to touch someone more in my life.” You roll your eyes, ready to scold him for making a crude comment in the middle of a serious conversation, but then his hand gently takes yours.

“Not sexually, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb gliding over your knuckles. “I mean, like… in general. I get these random urges all day to just fucking… touch you. I want to hold your hand, play with your hair… just being in the same room as you makes me less of an asshole. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

“‘Less of an asshole’ is generous…” you mutter, trying to keep your composure even though your stomach just did a fucking somersault.

“I know,” he agrees with an amused hum, bringing your hand into both of his so he can play with your fingers. He falls silent for a moment, but then his brow furrows, his expression turning soft. “Wanna be yours so fucking bad, Y/N.”

“Well, fucking finally,” you sigh, pulling your hand from his hold and pushing him back into the pillows. You waste no time, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him. “That’s it then. I want you. You want me. We’re young, hot, and insanely sexually compatible. Date me, you idiot—”

He cuts you off just like you expected, mumbling, “Have you even thought about what this would actually mean, baby? You have so much to offer, and I—”

Before he can keep going, you close the distance with a grunt, your mouth on his, cutting off his words before he can put himself down any further. A low groan escapes him, his jaw slacking as your tongue slips past his lips, teasing and curling against his just the way he taught you. You feel his body relax, his hands gripping tighter around your sides.

“‘Have I thought about what this would mean…’” you mimic with a roll of your eyes as you pull back, reaching for the hem of your singlet. Without a second thought, you pull it over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Jungkook lets out a low groan as your tits bounce free, coming within an inch of his mouth, his gaze hungry. So close, he thinks. He could just… take a little bite—

“Remember freshman year—the first time you made me squirt, and I cried so hard you started crying too?” you muse, scratching lightly over the faded hickey you left above his collarbone the other night.

He lifts his head to press a soft kiss to the swell of your breast before giving it a playful nip, purposely avoiding your nipple. “Thought we agreed never to bring that up again…”

“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night,” you confess, your voice going soft as your fingers rake through his long curls, spread out on the pillow as he lies back. “Nobody else does it for me anymore, Jungkook. So, yeah, I’ve fucking thought about what this would mean.”

He can’t do anything to calm the wild pace of his heartbeat, your words hitting harder than any strain of marijuana he’s ever had—and he’s had a lot.

You’re still straddling him, both of you shirtless with only a thin layer of fabric covering your lower halves. The warmth radiating from between your legs presses down against his half-hard cock, making him shift beneath you.

“If all you want is for me to make you squirt and cry…” he mumbles, his hands sliding up and down your bare hips in soft, steady strokes. “I don’t have to be your boyfriend to do that, baby.”

You pout. “Why can’t you make me squirt and cry and be my boyfriend?”

“Fucking hell,” he groans softly, his head lifting to press a trail of kisses along your right boob as it jiggles slightly with your movements. “Why does the word ‘boyfriend’ sound so hot when you say it?”

When his head falls back against the pillow, he bites down on his lip, his gaze locked on yours, his heart pounding as your pout slowly turns into the cutest fucking smile.

You lean down, lips hovering just above his, close enough that Jungkook instantly releases his bottom lip, ready to meet you halfway. But you stay just out of reach. “Stop being a scared little bunny,” you murmur, satisfaction sparking when his hands tighten around your hips at the nickname, “and be my boyfriend.”

“Could you say it back first?” he asks softly, his minty breath fanning warmly against your mouth. “Wanna hear you say it.”

You don’t need to ask what he means.

“Okay, sure,” you say easily, lifting your hand to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

A few seconds pass in silence, Jungkook nodding patiently, his gaze steady. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Oh, you must have gotten distracted by his hair.

“Right, sorry.” You pull your hand away from his hair, letting it rest on his chest as you shift to get comfortable, eventually deciding to sit up fully.

Jungkook follows, adjusting as he leans back against your headboard, keeping you snug in his lap as he waits.

“Right.” You nod, clearing your throat. Lifting your gaze from where your hand rests lightly on his stomach, you meet his big, eager eyes. Your lips part.

But no words come out.

a/n ohhh i'm actually gonna get muuurrrdered for cutting it there 😭 the rest is soooo unedited & rough(er than this 😬) i'm sorryyy 🥺 forgive me ok, needy pt 2 coming soon to hopefully soothe the ache 🤍 off to sleep now mloves, if anyone sends in anything abt this piece, i shall respond in the morning xx love you

tag list i'm seaux sorry my eyes are literally shutting, i can't do my taglist for this one my darlings 😭 but it's not a complete fic so i hope it doesn't matter too much!! aghjghkjdfg i'm so useless

[girlygguk]

ohhh my rpwprpwwwrrrrpppwww pookie i love u so much

habits AND bad things mention... mmmmmffff I need u

jeon jungkook fanfics that should be turned into a movie or a book! 🎬 (part 1, part 2).

Thank you authors for your infinite imagination and creativity! My days are better because of you <3

Get him back by @inthelow (f!producer/writer reader x idol!jungkook) ongoing

Still don’t know my name by @dollfaceksj (jungkook x reader) completed

Kinktober D14- thigh job/ humping by @redcherrykook (jungkook x reader) completed

Play pretend by @frmisnow (best friend!jk x reader) •fake dating, friends with benefits, friends to lovers completed• part 1 part 2 part 3 completed

If i told you by @gukyi (jungkook x reader) •friends to lovers!au, college!au/ fluff, comedy, angst completed

Boy with luv by @hannieehaee (barista!reader, sub-ish!jk) completed

Can i keep you? by @mikrokcsmos (ghostjk! x reader) completed

Habits (Stay High) by @girlygguk (student plug!jk x rich girl!reader) ongoing

Teach me How to love by @kookooluvr (professor!jungkook, professor!reader) • fwb!au, co-workers!au • ongoing

Bed Chem by @muniimyg (frenemie! jk x reader) • uni au, frenemies • completed

Between the ride and the roses by @focusonkayjay (biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader) • enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn • ongoing

Calling It Now by @newmittens (jungkook x reader) • Friends to Lovers; Grad School AU • completed

Bad things by @girlygguk (jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader) • f2l, fwb au, university au • ongoing

One night stand by @theagstd (ceo!jk x graphic designer! reader) • enemies to lovers, CEO au, pregnancy trope, slowburn • ongoing

First Sightings by @kookiestiddies (jungkook x reader) • Enemies With Potential • ongoing

Total loser by @frmisnow (rockstarjk! x reader) completed

NEED TO KNOW by @hannieehaee (virgin!jungkook, f2l!jungkook, loser!jk, sub!jk x reader) • college au • completed

Unspoken by @armpirate ( Boyfriend's friend!jk, Soldier!jk x reader) completed

[girlygguk]

oh my sweet baby, u always know how to make my night 🩷💕💗💦💖💝💘💞

omgee u liked the closet scene??🥹? i did too, but i’ve been seeing some mixed reviews hehe

thank u my honey nut waffle, i love u a lot a lot 💋

BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, closing the distance, she sits at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, nearly exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging it back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry, baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, her eyes sweeping over your barely-covered frame as she shakes her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle and a shrug. “No, you know what? I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door…” She pauses, realization dawning a beat too late. “Oh god. Those weren’t conversations. Fuck, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate—the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door.

The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale sharply, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all 👄 so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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HABITS (STAY HIGH) | JJK (m)

You 9:06 PM do you be 🙄’ing other bitches yes or no

pairing student plug!jk x rich girl!reader

genre fwb2l, established situationship, college au

rating 18+ minors dni; angst, fluff, suggestive

word count 5.3k

content jk 20 | yn 20, grumpy jk, spirited/lowk bratty oc, he’s a drug dealer, she’s his fave customer and fave girl, going against my entire brand & oc is the pining one this time 😳, but like she's aware & she don't care!!, wait jk also pines but just not as openly, ok wait no he's a simp too, lil bitta jealousy, a heated argument, lots of cursing, kinda toxic relo depending on how u view it?, they fight bc they care, this jk is actually so cheeky, but he thinks he doesn't deserve her, she wants to smack his head bc of that, no serious smut; just some kissing n touching n oc gets her tiddies out

before you read this is an old writing style draft dump and also not fully complete 🙈 the poll to post was 70-30, so i'm sorry to the ones who wanted to wait until the smut was done, come back in a few months my loves 😭 the fic doesn’t end that badly though, and it’s quite open, so you can interpret what happens next 😌 this definitely needs a part two (which will happen and will absolutely be of better quality) but it won’t be for a while, so keep that in mind pls <3 if u just want a cute lil read with an angsty fwb fight & some make-up cuddles, then this is for you 🫰

now playing: tove lo—habits (stay high)

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who is ittttt?”

“Open the fucking door, Y/N, it’s cold,” Jungkook grumbles quietly, his voice carrying a hint of irritation though you can tell he's trying not to disturb your poshy neighbors.

You suppress a chuckle, peering through the peephole. There he is, shivering in the hallway of your apartment complex.

He’s bundled up in a big black hoodie, his sweats hanging low on his hips, and you can just make out the faint outline of his ever-growing hair beneath the hood. You almost frown, missing the adorable little ponytail you know he’s pulled it into. The image of it is vivid in your mind, and your fingers twitch with the urge to run through the strands.

Flicking the latch, you twist the handle and pull open the door, a smile spreading across your face as you take in his flushed cheeks and the red tip of his nose, both tinged from the cold. He looks so adorably disgruntled, his inked arms crossed over his chest, dry lips forming a pout that only makes him look squishier.

Despite the hardened exterior of Jeon Jungkook, there’s something so irresistibly soft about him that never fails to make you melt—a sentiment you tell him often, no matter how many times he scowls when you call him a cute baby bunny.

The moment he steps inside, he exhales a deep breath of relief, letting the warm air of your apartment wrap around his cold frame. The reason he likes coming to your place instead of you going to his? Your fantastic fucking heating.

Other perks are definitely in the mix, like how your apartment doesn’t have suspicious-colored mold in every other corner of the ceiling—and the fact that it smells like you.

But Jungkook likes to say it’s mainly for the heating.

You lock the door behind him, noticing a paper bag in his hand that you hadn’t seen through the peephole.

“What’s that?” you tease, leaning against the door while he kicks off his shoes.

Jungkook shoots you an unimpressed look, his face the perfect 🙄 emoji he’d texted you earlier. Without a word, he moves closer and offers you the bag.

The sight of the Lotteria logo triggers a happy grumble in your stomach, and a wide grin spreads across your face. “Oh? I don’t remember ordering fo—”

Before you can finish, he snatches the bag back with a huff, heading straight for the couch. You let out a small gasp of surprise that quickly turns into laughter as you chase after him.

“Kook…” you coo through giggles, following the pouty boy. “Baby, I’m kidding! I’m sorry… gimmie, please?” you plead, softening your voice as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your face into the warmth of his hoodie.

Even though the last part of your sentence is muffled by his hoodie, you know he heard you by the way his shoulders relax and he stops moving. “You’re so annoying. Take the fucking burger,” he mumbles, the corner of his mouth twitching as he lifts his arms just enough for you to slip under and around to face him.

“So hot when you boss me around,” you sigh dreamily, blinking up at him.

You hear the warning tsk from his mouth and happily ignore it, taking the bag from him and setting it carefully on your coffee table. When you turn back, his eyes are already on you.

“Thank you, Kook. You didn’t have to do that.”

Just as you start to reach out to hug him again, you pause, realizing there’s something far more pressing to attend to. Reaching up, you gently pull back his hoodie, finally getting a full view of his pretty face.

A satisfied hum slips from you as you take in his hair, tied back in the little ponytail you’d imagined. Your hands move on their own, gently tucking a few stray strands behind his ears, enjoying the softness beneath your fingers.

For a second, Jungkook’s eyes close at your touch, only to snap open again, as if he knows you’re about to say something sassy. Before you can, he leans down and scoops you up, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs.

In just a couple steps, he’s settled on your couch with you straddling his lap, clinging to him like a koala. His fingers trace soft circles along your thighs, making you sink deeper into his hold. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers slipping into his hair, giving him gentle little scratches that make him melt.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” you mumble, enjoying the quiet grunt he lets out in response. “Course you know that,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips as you press a light kiss to his neck.

“Your jays are in my pocket,” he manages, his voice a little strained.

“So?” you hum, trailing your lips lower to press another kiss along his nape.

Each soft kiss leads you closer to the thick base of his throat, where you can feel his pulse beneath your lips. His grip on your thighs tightens, pulling a satisfied little sound from you, maybe intentional, maybe not.

Just as Jungkook feels himself teetering on the edge of losing all restraint, ready to flip you over and pin you beneath him on the couch, you pull away with a smile.

His gaze is heavy-lidded as he watches you twist around, but never leaving his lap. Instead, you reach back for the coffee table, your fingers grasping for something just out of sight. When you finally retrieve what you need and turn back to face him, his reaction is immediate—he rolls his eyes.

“Put that shit away—”

“Don’t, Jungkook,” you warn, smacking his hand away as he tries to grab your purse from you.

“I’m not taking your money. I don’t know why you even bother.” His tone carries a hint of irritation, almost as if he’s offended by the very notion. While your entire body softens at his refusal, a small flicker of annoyance sparks within you.

“And why is that?” you challenge, your fingers deftly unzipping your wallet, even as you avoid meeting his gaze, already knowing where the conversation is heading.

Jungkook tries to catch your eye, his stare burning into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him, focusing instead on the bills you’re pulling from your wallet. “You know why, baby. Stop that,” he says, voice firm yet gentle.

Your fingers freeze around the notes, and you finally lift your gaze to meet his. “So you’d rather I just pay you in sex?” you say, forcing a laugh. “Do you know how gross that makes me feel?”

“What?” Jungkook leans back slightly, his expression shifting from surprise to something almost…disgusted. You have to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and smooth the sour look from his pretty face with your fingers. “What the fuck? I would never expect you to—Y/N—what the fuck?”

“You never let me pay. You make everyone else pay, but not me.” Your voice is quiet, dripping with vulnerability that makes Jungkook release a heavy sigh.

“Because it’s you, baby. I would never—”

“What do you mean by that?” you cut him off abruptly, your tone sharper than intended, causing him to reel back in confusion. “‘It’s me.’ What do you mean by that? You don’t want me, but you treat me differently than everyone else.”

Jungkook’s tongue pokes the side of his cheek in frustration, the action only serving to stoke the fire in your chest. His silence is telling, yet infuriating, and it eggs you on to continue. “You come over whenever I ask you to. You—you bring me food without even knowing if I want anyth—”

He frowns. “You always want Lotteria—”

“You get jealous when I hang out with other guys.”

That shuts him up.

His lips twist to the side as his gaze rakes over your face, like he’s searching for something, but still, he offers no response. The silence between you stretches thin, and you give him a pointed look, waiting for an explanation that never comes.

You sigh, resigned. “I know we’re fuck-buddies, Jungkook. I initiated this… I know.”

Slowly, your hand moves to the back of his head, fingers brushing the hair tie that keeps his bun in place. With a gentle tug, it comes undone, and you thread your fingers through the soft, loose strands. “But you have to start treating me like one, because when you do shit like this, it makes me want to lock you in my apartment and never let another girl even look at you.”

For a moment, his eyes flutter closed, and if you didn’t know him better, you might mistake the soft sound that escapes his lips for a whine. It’s low, almost involuntary, like he’s holding something back. But before he can say anything that might break your heart, you lean down, pressing your mouth to his. The cool metal of his lip ring sends a jolt through you, and your fingers instinctively tighten in his hair.

Jungkook melts into you, his hands, which have been resting on your goosebump-covered thighs throughout your entire rant, slide up, settling on the middle of your back. He pulls you closer, his grip firm, almost possessive.

He breaks away just enough to mutter against your lips, “You think I don’t want you?” The question barely lingers in the air before his tongue is in your mouth again, leaving you no room for a response. You hum, tasting the faint sweetness of banana shake—he always gets it when you both order Lotteria—and try to lick more of it from him as he pulls back.

“Think I like hearing about other guys getting to touch you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “And not being able to do a single fucking thing about it?”

“I—mmfh—” Your objection dies against his tongue as he dives back in, his lips capturing yours with a needy determination. He finally pulls back, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth before letting it go with a wet pop, dark eyes watching as your lip snaps back into a pretty pout.

“I think about you every second of the fucking day, Y/N. Don’t say I don’t want you.”

It takes you a few moments to gather yourself, and when you do, a look of pure disbelief contorts your face.

“What?” The word comes out loud and more than a little whiny, but you don’t care. “You pretty much spit in my face—and not in the good way—every time I bring up exclusivity, but then you go and say shit like that? Jungkook, I’m going to fucking kill you—”

“Stop, baby,” he murmurs, but the battle to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips is already lost. Your whining is his absolute weakness, and as much as he tries to keep it in check, he can feel his sweatpants tightening the more you do it.

“No.” You huff instantly, pulling your hands from his hair and crossing your arms over your chest in pure, stubborn frustration.

The sight of you, all worked up and adorably fuming, drives him fucking wild. God, you’re so cute.

“Tell me why I can’t have you.”

“You can have me,” he replies without a second of hesitation, and his smile widens as you let out a frustrated groan.

“Jungkook.”

He chuckles softly, leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck. You sigh, knowing you should push him away from you, maybe even off the couch and onto the floor. But you don’t.

“Just look around, baby,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, his voice low and soft, his warm breath brushing over your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. Without thinking, your hand lifts to run through his hair.

You’re confused. “What?”

“You have a vase on your kitchen counter that’s worth more than the average kid at our uni’s entire tuition,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone as his words linger in the air.

He pulls back just enough to catch the look of confusion in your eyes, pressing a light kiss to the crease in your brow. "The shorts you’re wearing right now—probably the same price as that big, fancy TV you never use, hm?

Your eyes dart to the flatscreen he’s referring to, while he dips back down to trace soft lines along your neck with his nose. You give an offended little grunt.

“Well, they were more, actually, but what does that have to—”

“I live in a shitty little two-bedroom unit with two other guys, and I sell drugs to pay for my tuition, baby.”

“So fucking what—”

“You live in a twenty-floor luxury apartment complex, with two security gates to pass through before you even reach the lobby.”

You glare at the amused look on his face, and while you’d usually give anything to see him looking so cute, right now you want to wipe that smirk off with your couch cushion.

“So, what—you don’t want to be with me because I have a fucking trust fund?” you snap, trying to shove his hands off your hips, but he keeps them firmly in place. “No, that’s just fucking low, Jungkook. What, you’re rich-shaming me? That’s not even a fucking thing! God, you’re such a piece of—”

“The guy you fucked around with when you were stoned. Kim Taehyung, right?”

The words you were about to spit at him catch in your throat as his question hits you. Anger flares up fast and sharp, too intense for you to even care how he found out. “Why the fuck does that matter—”

“When I think about you having a boyfriend, baby, that’s who I see. Someone like Kim Taehyung. Good family, financially set for life, someone who can actually take care of you—”

“Jeon Jungkook, stop talking.” Your voice cuts through his words, sharp and cold, stripped of any teasing. The uncharacteristic seriousness makes him fall silent, his mouth snapping shut.

“If you don’t want a relationship, or commitment, or whatever the fuck it is that’s got you scared, just say that. But don’t you dare pretend this is about wanting what’s fucking ‘best for me.’”

He knows he shouldn’t respond, but something in your words hits deeper than he wants to admit. “I do want what’s fucking best for you—”

“And who decides that? You? Are you my fucking dad?” You scoff, ignoring the way his jaw clenches in frustration as you start to climb off his lap.

“Baby, stop—”

“And stop calling me fucking baby!” you snap, the words flying out before you can pull them back. The instant regret tugs at you, but you swallow it, refusing to apologize.

It’s not Jungkook’s fault that he doesn’t want you. You know that.

Luckily, any embarrassment over his rejection is nonexistent by now. Your friends-with-benefits arrangement started back in freshman year, and now, in your senior year, you’ve both had more than your fair share of awkward and downright mortifying sexual moments together. The idea of feeling humiliated in front of him is almost funny.

You hadn’t meant to get so worked up, but seeing him looking all pouty and comfy on your couch, bringing you your favorite fucking burger from your favorite fucking fast food place… it made you want to do unspeakable things right there on said couch. But then there he was, insisting he’s nothing but fucking wrong for you. Yeah, maybe you lost it a little.

Especially because you know that if he’d just get it, you wouldn’t even think twice about another spoiled pretty boy like Kim Taehyung ever again. You literally only fooled around with him because of—god, it doesn't matter. Jungkook might think he’s “not the best thing for you,” but you don’t give a flying fuck. He’s all you want.

Clearing your throat as you try to calm down, you stand on shaky legs and start to head toward your bedroom. You hear Jungkook softly call your name, concern thick in his voice, but you ignore him. At the doorway, something makes you pause, pulling you back.

Jungkook watches closely, his gaze softening as you turn and walk back toward him. He thinks maybe you’re going to climb back into his lap, let him kiss away your frown, but what you actually do makes him bite back a laugh. You reach down, snatch the bag with your cheeseburger in it, and stomp back to your bedroom without a word.

Jungkook’s quick to his feet, catching up before you can slam the door in his face. His hand lands on the wood, holding it open.

Your eyes narrow into slits. “Move your hand, or I’ll slam it on your fingers.”

“You’re just going to leave me out here? All by myself?” he asks, mustering his best pout—the one that usually melts you—but right now, it only makes you want to smush the deluxe cheeseburger he bought you right into his face.

“You can see yourself out,” you snap, shoving the door harder, trying to make him move his hand, but he doesn’t flinch. “Leave the door unlocked, won’t you? I’m gonna text Taehyung, see if he wants to come ove—”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, eyebrows pulling together, frustration darkening his gaze. “You’re seriously upset that I don’t want you with a fucking deadbeat? That I want you with someone who’s actually fucking good for you—”

“You’re not a fucking deadbeat!” You pull the door open with so much force that Jungkook stumbles slightly forward, not expecting it. “Stop acting like we’re on different levels! It’s not true—”

“You are, Y/N, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“You didn’t choose the life you were born into, Jungkook. You’ve worked for everything—school, every cent you have—without help from anyone! You’re the opposite of a fucking deadbeat, and I hate hearing you say shit like that.”

“That’s who you want to be with?” he huffs, looking away for a second before meeting your eyes again, his expression almost pained. “Someone who struggles to get by, who was disowned by his family, who can’t offer you any fucking stability or—”

“I’d take you in any fucking form! How can you not see that by now?”

“So you’d really be happy bringing some tattoo-covered drug dealer home to Mommy and Daddy for the holidays?”

“More than fucking happy,” you throw back, crossing your arms defiantly as he steps fully into your room, shutting the door behind him. “Who do you think my family even is, Jungkook? You think we just sit around and laugh at anyone who’s not part of the 1% or something?”

“Of course not, baby,” he sighs, stepping closer, his tone softening. He hears your frustrated huff, but when you don’t move away, he relaxes. “I just don’t know what rich people are like. I’ve never actually… seen one? Before you…”

You roll your eyes. “You act like we’re some rare, endangered species, Jungkook.”

He laughs lightly, using your sarcasm as an excuse to close the remaining space between you. His hands find yours, gently covering them as you narrow your eyes, trying to hold onto your glare. You don’t pull away, though, and he barely bites back a smile.

“Never thought I’d have a pretty little rich girl begging me, of all people, to go steady…”

“Never thought I’d be rejected multiple times by a no-good drug dealer who’s clearly in love with me but too afraid of commitment—”

His eyes widen as he chuckles, your sassy retort catching him off guard. He pulls you closer, the sound of his laughter rumbling through you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “In love with you, huh?” he teases, and you feel his cheeky grin as he nuzzles deeper, your head tilting instinctively to give him more room.

“Mhm,” you reply, your voice laced with playful certainty. “It’s only incredibly obvious…”

“Oh?” he hums, his lips hovering just above the fading hickey he left on your neck a couple nights ago. “Thought I hid it so well…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe out, voice airy as his lips finally make contact at the base of your throat, right beside the last mark he left. His tongue brushes lightly against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he claims you all over again.

His lips are warm and soft against your neck. “You really want me? Like that?”

“Unfortunately,” you sigh, your fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles softly against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. Just say that.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, pressing a kiss to your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who wouldn’t want you—”

“You, apparently.” You deadpan, narrowing your eyes as his lips curl into a half-smile.

“I thought you knew how much I love you, baby… thought it was incredibly obvious—”

“I’m not in the mood for jokes anymore, Jungkook. It’s late, I’m sober, and I didn’t get any dick like I was promised tonight, so just—”

“Who’s joking?”

You take a step back, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the infuriatingly gorgeous boy standing in front of you with that semi-amused, semi-serious look on his face.

“Shut up,” you mutter, frowning.

His eyebrows lift, just a second of teasing. “Okay.”

“Good.” You grunt, stubbornly ignoring the cheeseburger calling your name from the dresser as you stomp into the ensuite. Jungkook follows quietly, watching as you grab your toothbrush with an irritated hand and begin washing up.

You feel his warmth behind you as he reaches for the toothbrush you set aside just for him, following your lead. You make a mental note to toss it in the bin tomorrow and send him a picture.

After you’re done, you pull your sweater over your head, tossing it into the hamper as you head out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows a moment later, just as you slip under your covers, settling in with your little silk shorts and singlet. “Turn the light off when you leave.”

Jungkook hums, strolling to the door and flicking off the light… mostly following your command.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor catches your attention, and you turn to see him, now hoodie- and sweatpants-less, setting a small container (which you’re pretty sure has your jays in it) on your bedside table. He lifts the other side of the comforter and slides in beside you.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you roll your eyes, turning so your back faces him, though you make no move to kick him out. What? You’re cold, and he’s basically a human hot water bottle.

“You didn’t get your weed or your dick tonight, but you can have your cuddles,” he says softly, slipping his warm hand under the covers to rest on your stomach. With a gentle pull, he tugs you closer until your back presses into his chest. You stay silent, attempting to cling to the last shreds of your resolve, but with each soft stroke of his thumb against your skin, it starts to slip. So you try to hold on.

“This is the last time,” you whisper, confused at the sudden urge to cry, as if the true meaning of the words hadn’t fully registered to you until they were spoken.

Jungkook is silent, his thumb pausing its slow movements, though his hand stays in place. “Is that what you want?” his voice is low, hesitant, like he’s almost afraid of what you’ll say.

“Mhm.” You keep it short, not trusting yourself to say much more.

He gently tugs your top back down where it had ridden up, then rests his head in the crook of your neck. “Okay, baby.”

Why does it sound like he doesn’t believe you?

Your brows furrow as you let out a quiet sniffle. “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Stop smiling! I’m serious!” You can’t see his face, but you can hear that infuriating smirk in his voice. Annoyed, you nudge his hand off your stomach, but he just slides it right back, like it belongs there.

“I know you are, baby.” Jungkook’s tone is softer now, but you can still hear the hint of teasing underneath.

“Whatever, Jungkook. Night,” you mutter, shifting slightly so your ass brushes up against his crotch. You smirk when you hear the quiet, involuntary grunt he lets out.

“Good night, baby,” he finally manages, his voice steadier now, and he pulls you closer, his big arms wrapping you like a burrito. “Sleep well. I love you.”

“Motherfucker—” you shoot up instantly, flicking on your bedside lamp and turning to him with a furious glare. Jungkook blinks, taken aback by the sudden light, then sits up slowly against the headboard.

“You’re such an asshole, Jungkook. Get out. I’m so serious.”

“Baby—”

“No, Jungkook! You're obviously just making fun of me at this point, like, that shit means something.”

“I'm not, Y/N,” he shakes his head, gaze stuck low on the blanket. “I know it means something.”

“Then why the fuck would you just say that to me if you don’t mean it? You’re so fucking cruel—”

“I mean it, baby.” His gaze finally lifts from the blanket, meeting your narrowed, furious eyes, his own expression completely earnest. “God, do I fucking mean it…” he lets out a short, almost disbelieving chuckle to himself.

You stay quiet, watching him as he shifts closer. He’s careful not to reach out, but he gets close enough that he can feel your warmth.

“I’ve never wanted to touch someone more in my life.” You roll your eyes, ready to scold him for making a crude comment in the middle of a serious conversation, but then his hand gently takes yours.

“Not sexually, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb gliding over your knuckles. “I mean, like… in general. I get these random urges all day to just fucking… touch you. I want to hold your hand, play with your hair… just being in the same room as you makes me less of an asshole. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

“‘Less of an asshole’ is generous…” you mutter, trying to keep your composure even though your stomach just did a fucking somersault.

“I know,” he agrees with an amused hum, bringing your hand into both of his so he can play with your fingers. He falls silent for a moment, but then his brow furrows, his expression turning soft. “Wanna be yours so fucking bad, Y/N.”

“Well, fucking finally,” you sigh, pulling your hand from his hold and pushing him back into the pillows. You waste no time, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him. “That’s it then. I want you. You want me. We’re young, hot, and insanely sexually compatible. Date me, you idiot—”

He cuts you off just like you expected, mumbling, “Have you even thought about what this would actually mean, baby? You have so much to offer, and I—”

Before he can keep going, you close the distance with a grunt, your mouth on his, cutting off his words before he can put himself down any further. A low groan escapes him, his jaw slacking as your tongue slips past his lips, teasing and curling against his just the way he taught you. You feel his body relax, his hands gripping tighter around your sides.

“‘Have I thought about what this would mean…’” you mimic with a roll of your eyes as you pull back, reaching for the hem of your singlet. Without a second thought, you pull it over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Jungkook lets out a low groan as your tits bounce free, coming within an inch of his mouth, his gaze hungry. So close, he thinks. He could just… take a little bite—

“Remember freshman year—the first time you made me squirt, and I cried so hard you started crying too?” you muse, scratching lightly over the faded hickey you left above his collarbone the other night.

He lifts his head to press a soft kiss to the swell of your breast before giving it a playful nip, purposely avoiding your nipple. “Thought we agreed never to bring that up again…”

“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night,” you confess, your voice going soft as your fingers rake through his long curls, spread out on the pillow as he lies back. “Nobody else does it for me anymore, Jungkook. So, yeah, I’ve fucking thought about what this would mean.”

He can’t do anything to calm the wild pace of his heartbeat, your words hitting harder than any strain of marijuana he’s ever had—and he’s had a lot.

You’re still straddling him, both of you shirtless with only a thin layer of fabric covering your lower halves. The warmth radiating from between your legs presses down against his half-hard cock, making him shift beneath you.

“If all you want is for me to make you squirt and cry…” he mumbles, his hands sliding up and down your bare hips in soft, steady strokes. “I don’t have to be your boyfriend to do that, baby.”

You pout. “Why can’t you make me squirt and cry and be my boyfriend?”

“Fucking hell,” he groans softly, his head lifting to press a trail of kisses along your right boob as it jiggles slightly with your movements. “Why does the word ‘boyfriend’ sound so hot when you say it?”

When his head falls back against the pillow, he bites down on his lip, his gaze locked on yours, his heart pounding as your pout slowly turns into the cutest fucking smile.

You lean down, lips hovering just above his, close enough that Jungkook instantly releases his bottom lip, ready to meet you halfway. But you stay just out of reach. “Stop being a scared little bunny,” you murmur, satisfaction sparking when his hands tighten around your hips at the nickname, “and be my boyfriend.”

“Could you say it back first?” he asks softly, his minty breath fanning warmly against your mouth. “Wanna hear you say it.”

You don’t need to ask what he means.

“Okay, sure,” you say easily, lifting your hand to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

A few seconds pass in silence, Jungkook nodding patiently, his gaze steady. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Oh, you must have gotten distracted by his hair.

“Right, sorry.” You pull your hand away from his hair, letting it rest on his chest as you shift to get comfortable, eventually deciding to sit up fully.

Jungkook follows, adjusting as he leans back against your headboard, keeping you snug in his lap as he waits.

“Right.” You nod, clearing your throat. Lifting your gaze from where your hand rests lightly on his stomach, you meet his big, eager eyes. Your lips part.

But no words come out.

a/n ohhh i'm actually gonna get muuurrrdered for cutting it there 😭 the rest is soooo unedited & rough(er than this 😬) i'm sorryyy 🥺 forgive me ok, needy pt 2 coming soon to hopefully soothe the ache 🤍 off to sleep now mloves, if anyone sends in anything abt this piece, i shall respond in the morning xx love you

tag list i'm seaux sorry my eyes are literally shutting, i can't do my taglist for this one my darlings 😭 but it's not a complete fic so i hope it doesn't matter too much!! aghjghkjdfg i'm so useless

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thank you sm baby i love u the mostest 🧡 YES absolutely adding u right neow 💋💋💋

BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, she closes the distance, sitting at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, almost exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging the blanket back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks through narrowed eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, lips curving in a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, eyeing your barely-covered frame with a shake of her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle, shrugging. “No, you know what, I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door...” She chuckles, realizing too late that those weren’t conversations she overheard. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate, the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, playfully pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door. The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all 👄 so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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PLEASEEEEEE NOOOO u were SO HAPPY... and then u just...

oh my goddd 😭 don’t do it baby don’t do it… orrrr hear me out... read up until like the end of the Reshelving Scene, then close out and imagine them in a blissful, love infused bubble until pt 2 drops. gotchu my love <3 <3 💋

BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, she closes the distance, sitting at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, almost exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging the blanket back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks through narrowed eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, lips curving in a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, eyeing your barely-covered frame with a shake of her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle, shrugging. “No, you know what, I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door...” She chuckles, realizing too late that those weren’t conversations she overheard. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate, the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, playfully pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door. The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all 👄 so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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