#I just know black showers with dish soap or some shit maybe twice a week

[lesbwheein]

Love that the first thing that cues Gram in that something is up with Black is that he's clean

[nightfayre]

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prompt: tianshan quarantine fluff, aka “why the hell am I stuck in a house with you all day every day?”

(a/n: this is just a random thought but I honestly don’t think I’ve written a fic about the boys still in middle school like, ever, so thank you so much for this prompt! it was so refreshing to write them as the flustered, airheaded, and teasing boys they are!) <3

tianshan, 3600 words, rated T

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Guan Shan hates this. 

The laundry basket next to his. The pair of shoes at the front door. The extra toothbrush in his bathroom, and the second phone charger plugged in next to his bed. There’s a gray duffel bag taking up the corner of his bedroom and a black jacket draped over the back of his desk chair. None of it takes up too much space, carefully put into their respective places and never crossing the boundary, but—

Guan Shan hates it.

And, what’s worse: he never asked for this. He was stupid enough to mention He Tian’s name at the dinner table one night; a passing comment he hadn’t really thought about. But then his mother had paused with a spoonful of miso soup at her lips, pensive.

“He Tian,” she’d echoed, as if the name felt foreign but sweet on her tongue. “Isn’t that the one who lives near the center of the city? The one who lives alone? The tall and polite and handsome one of your friends?”

“Uh,” Guan Shan had said, smirking with distaste. “Yeah. Sure. That one.”

“Poor thing. Alone throughout all of this mess.” She sighed. “Why does he not live with his family?”

And Guan Shan had thought about it for a moment, sifting through his mind like pressing rewind on a VHS. “I don’t know,” he’d admitted, reaching for the soy sauce. “Never asked.”

She nodded, thinking. “Well, you should invite him over, then.”

Guan Shan choked. 

Oblivious, his mother had continued: “Have him stay a few nights. No one should be left alone throughout this entire period. Who knows how long this will last, what with how many cases that have been reported. He’ll go stir crazy by himself, poor soul.”

“He’s already stir crazy,” Guan Shan said, eyes watering from a dislodged grain of rice. “I don’t want him here, ma. I’ll literally do anythin’ else. Seriously.”

She’d given him a disappointed look. “Ah-Shan, I thought I raised you to have a little more compassion than that.”

“Trust me, a person like him doesn’t need compassion.”

“Now, you don’t know that,” she reprimanded. She tapped her chopsticks against her bowl, succinct. “After we finish dinner, you should reach out to him and invite him to spend the week with us.”

“A week?”

“Well, now that school is postponed and I’m working from home, wouldn’t it be nice to have company for a bit?”

“Ma, please—“

“You will text him, Ah-Shan. No excuses. The world needs kindness right now, and we will do whatever we can to contribute to it.”

And that, unfortunately, was that. 

That night, Guan Shan deleted the message immediately after he sent it, as if that would erase it out of his memory, too. But it was hard to forget the string of skeptical yet blaringly enthusiastic string of response texts that followed the invite, and even harder to forget the sight of He Tian at their front door half an hour later, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and smile bright as he greeted Guan Shan’s mother with practiced sweetness and feigned gratitude. 

Guan Shan hated it. 

But as his mother shot him a warning look, Guan Shan couldn’t do anything about it. Couldn’t just ignore him like he did, sometimes, at school.

And now, five days in, there’s a knock at the bathroom door. 

“Little Mo, are you naked?”

Running a towel over his hair, Guan Shan scowls at his reflection in the mirror, still foggy from the steam. “Fuck off, chickenshit.”

“I’m kidding.” He can hear the smile in He Tian’s voice. “I just need to brush my teeth.”

“Then you can wait.”

“It’s been twenty minutes, sweetheart. Are your showers usually this long?”

“That’s an average fuckin’ time for showers!”

A hum, muffled by the closed door. “Really? Mine only take ten, and that’s generous considering the precious amount of time I spend washing my—”

The thunk of the lotion bottle against the door rattles its hinges. “Fuck off!” 

He waits until he hears He Tian’s footsteps recede. Guan Shan hates that he knows He Tian is walking away with that smug-as-all-hell smile, satisfied. 

He dresses quickly after that, doing his best to ignore the citrus-scented face wash by the faucet and the contact lens case by the hand soap. The first time he’d seen all of He Tian’s things laid out like this on his bathroom counter was something like a revelation. It was like some things clicked into place, unbidden. Now it makes sense why Guan Shan sometimes thinks he catches a whiff of lemonade every time He Tian gets too close, and why He Tian looks like he’s scowling whenever he reads but, really, it’s just because he’s blind as a fucking bat and has to squint to see fine print. 

If nothing else, Guan Shan suspects at least something valuable might come out of all this time he’s forced to spend together with He Tian — (read: blackmail) — but then again, He Tian hasn’t commented on the old, stained state of Guan Shan’s pillow like Guan Shan thought he would because he’s used it since he was four and can’t really sleep well if he’s not using that specific pillow. And he also hasn’t said anything about the way Guan Shan jumps, sometimes, when the toaster springs up his toast in the mornings because he never fucking sees it coming and it — sometimes — causes him to drop his jam knife.

A stalemate, Guan Shan supposes as he pulls his shirt over his head. Except, deep down, he knows that He Tian probably isn’t even aware that such a concept exists. After all, what would He Tian be if not someone to fight ‘til a broken victor is left standing? 

By the time Guan Shan walks out into the living room, it’s ten o’clock. His mother, having finished washing the dishes because Guan Shan made dinner, is nowhere in sight, likely huddled up in her bedroom with a book like she always does before bed. That leaves He Tian alone on the couch, casually flipping through TV stations in a t-shirt and sweats, and he doesn’t see Guan Shan at first when the latter turns the corner. 

“Bathroom’s open, dipshit,” Guan Shan mutters. He Tian looks up as Guan Shan approaches, settling on the opposite end of the couch.

“About time.” He Tian tosses Guan Shan the remote, and he barely catches it before it smacks against his chest. Standing, He Tian smiles and says, “Find something good to watch by the time I get back, okay?”

“I don’t work at your beck and call,” Guan Shan seethes. But despite his retorts, his fingers find the remote buttons as He Tian saunters back to the bathroom, hands in pockets and steps quiet against the creaky floors. 

For a while, there really is nothing interesting on any of the channels. Guan Shan flies past a romcom, an old horror film, a few cartoons, the dreaded news. Nothing catches his attention — and he feels exhaustion coming on quick. He thinks, maybe, of just going to bed. But behind the apartment’s thin walls, he can hear the water running from the faucet. Despite himself, he frowns. 

It’s odd, really. He never thought he could get used to the image of He Tian’s broad frame hunched over his sink in the mornings, or the way He Tian can reach the bowls at the top of the cupboards without going on his toes, or the sight of He Tian’s nape pressed against the twin-sized air mattress on the floor of Guan Shan’s bedroom. He never thought anyone could make his mother laugh as much as he can, or finish puzzles as fast as he can, and he certainly never thought that his mother would spill Guan Shan’s childhood stories to someone she’d only met... once? Twice? He doesn’t keep track. He never had to before. 

Nevertheless, it’s not nearly enough time to warrant such trust. Such comfort. 

Guan Shan hates it. 

But in the midst of his lamenting, the faucet shuts off. A few moments later He Tian returns. And when he plops back onto the couch — too close — he smells of mint and vanilla-scented chapstick. 

Too aware of his presence and the way his knee almost touches Guan Shan’s, Guan Shan takes a long second to snap back to reality when He Tian asks, “What’s this?”

Guan Shan blinks. On the TV, there’s some kind of documentary playing. A narrator drones over the images of a complex space aircraft, and the camera pans out to show footage of the stars it swims in. As the screen switches to an interview of someone very important-looking in a suit, Guan Shan scowls.

“I don’t know. Nothin’s on.”

He Tian stretches his arms above his head, long and lithe. “Well,” he says, drawn with a sigh, “if you’re trying to put me to sleep, it might actually work.”

“Fuck off, I don’t control the damn stations,” Guan Shan bites. “And you shouldn’t be tired to begin with. You did jack shit today, just like every other day.”

He Tian looks at him, the corners of his eyes softened with drowsiness in a way that Guan Shan has become used to seeing. 

“That’s not true,” He Tian says. “I went with you to pick up supplies so your mom can sew masks. And we went to get the mail downstairs. And I helped you go grocery shopping—“

“You fuckin’ stood there with the cart and didn’t help at all—“

“—and I chopped the onions and peppers for dinner. That’s a lot. I’m exhausted.”

“That’s a normal person’s life,” Guan Shan says, exasperated. “Honestly, what the hell did you do all your life until quarantine?”

He Tian seems to take a moment to genuinely think about his answer. “Homework,” he offers, brows a bit pulled. “Basketball. School, obviously. I usually go to the convenience store for dinner, but sometimes I’ll get takeout. And I don’t get mail, but my groceries get delivered to me, so.”

And then he looks at Guan Shan, almost as if expecting some kind of praising reaction — but Guan Shan can only stare. 

“That’s ridiculous,” Guan Shan says after a long moment. “That’s ridiculous and fuckin’ miserable. You live like a robot, and a broken one at that.”

Silence. Then He Tian sits up a little straighter, as if a puppetmaster had pulled on his strings.

“I mean, I used to take piano lessons,” he says, frowning as he rubs at his neck. “And Cheng took me to shooting ranges. And…” A pause. “Camping. Yeah, we went camping some weekends. Went to rivers and fished together all day. I caught a few sometimes.”

Guan Shan blinks. “What, are you tryin’ to prove somethin’ to me right now?”

And He Tian shrugs. “Maybe.”

The answer takes Guan Shan by surprise. But He Tian’s face is neutral — expression always so put together — and Guan Shan wonders if maybe He Tian is lying to him. Building up some kind of persona again just to tear it down later. Because, surely, with that much fucking money and privilege, the guy doesn’t just sit there in that empty apartment all day and twiddle his thumbs. Surely, with his reputation, he has a regular posse of socialites always seeking him out and inviting him to some kind of get-together or event. Surely, considering all that he is, He Tian doesn’t waste his time looking for, or teasing, or protecting, or calling up—

“Guan Shan?” He Tian says, mouth a little twisted. “You still awake?”

The low rambling of the space documentary suddenly seems louder. Guan Shan swallows, once, then forces himself to look away. 

“You make no fuckin’ sense to me,” Guan Shan mutters. Then: “When are you leavin’?”

“Ouch,” He Tian remarks in an empty but unsurprised tone, shifting back on the couch. After a moment, he shrugs and responds, “Depends. Your text said a week but your mom says forever.”

A scowl. “She didn’t fuckin’ say that.”

He Tian smiles. “No, she didn’t. But she did say as long as I wanted — which, really, isn’t that much different from forever.”

Guan Shan swallows; feels inexplicable heat crawl up his neck like a spider, and he clenches his jaw against it. 

“You should go live with your own family,” he says, staring ahead. “I’m sure they’ve got all the time in the world to shower you with attention.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees He Tian smirk. 

“If I didn’t want to live with them at the best of times, what makes you think I would want to live with them at the worst of times?”

Guan Shan considers that. “This… isn’t the worst of times.”

“There’s a pandemic with no cure killing hundreds of people every day,” He Tian says, bland. “School is practically cancelled. People aren’t going to work. You invited me over to your home, unprompted. Even I know, with all things considered, that these are pretty bad times.”

Guan Shan can’t argue that. Instead he stares at the television, watching an astronomer point out weird symbols on some kind of map. It takes a lot of concentration to focus on nothing. After all, if he shifts his gaze any more to the right, he’ll see He Tian. If he lets his eyes slide down any further, he’ll see the way He Tian’s knee is still too close to his own. Both are dangerous territories for dangerous thoughts, and he doesn’t want anything to do with either. 

After a moment of silence, Guan Shan says, “You know, you should get friends. Real friends, and not your fuckin’ fangirl group.”

He Tian raises a brow. “I have you and Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi.”

“That’s not—” And then Guan Shan stops, frowning, because he’s not actually sure what their ragtag mess of a group isn’t. Instead, he swallows and pathetically hides behind: “I’m not your fuckin’ friend.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. Or, maybe, it’s exactly what He Tian thought what he’d say. Guan Shan isn’t sure; he’s never fuckin’ sure when it comes to him. But it doesn’t stop him from tensing up when He Tian turns to face him, fully. Wholly. It leaves no escape, and Guan Shan realizes with a sour kind of reluctance that he has no choice but to look back.

“No?” He Tian asks, meeting his gaze. “Then, what are you to me?”

The way the television’s screen lights up He Tian’s face — it’s like looking at a painting, alone in the museum, at the dusk of day. Blue hues shine through his hair, dim, and his eyes are only bright enough to reflect the silhouette of Guan Shan sitting in front of him. It’s eerie, how the both of them are so undefined in this moment. Maybe, in a way, that’s easier. 

Guan Shan’s voice feels thick when he says, “I’m not answerin’ that.”

“Why?”

“I don’t— need to.”

“Why?” And then: “Overthinking it?”

Guan Shan flares. “What? What the fuck does that— No, I just— I don’t need to answer fuckin’ anything, asshole. I… I owe you jack shit.”

Silence responds to him. He Tian watches him; studies him. Guan Shan feels like a specimen under his gaze, split apart layer by layer under the microscope. He feels like, somewhere, something in him is splintering. And He Tian is watching it happen. 

“I don’t have a fuckin’ answer,” Guan Shan admits, sudden, like a sinner in a confession booth, heavy and quiet and raspy. “Okay? I told you, you don’t make any goddamn sense to me. You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my ma.”

He Tian soaks that in, almost as thoroughly as he takes in the sight of Guan Shan’s flushed scowl. 

“You didn’t want me here?” he says, teasing.

“No, dipshit. Every time you’ve been here hasn’t been because I asked you to be.”

He Tian smirks. “Ouch,” he says again, except this time it’s said in a way that pricks Guan Shan like a rose thorn.

Guan Shan pushes down the heavy feeling in his throat. “I don’t know what you were expectin’,” he says, truthfully. 

And then He Tian looks away, rolling his head. There’s a kind of empty look in his eyes that Guan Shan thinks he recognizes, and after a moment he realizes it’s the same look he’s seen in He Cheng’s eyes in the few rare times they’d crossed paths.

“I wasn’t expecting a pandemic,” He Tian says. His voice sounds loud in the small room. “I wasn’t expecting school break to get extended. I wasn’t expecting all the restaurants to close, and for all the store’s shelves to be wiped clean.” He runs his tongue along his teeth. “But I guess, for some reason, I was expecting a text from you after weeks of nothing.”

It hits Guan Shan, hard and heavy, like a ring-laden fist against his cheek. The last time he’d seen He Tian before all of this mess was a month ago — more — and at the time, none of them had known that this is how it would turn out. How could they? It’d only taken a week for things to turn south, and Guan Shan was too busy worrying of how he and his mom were going to file for unemployment to think of the way his phone had been silent for longer than he’s been used to. 

He wants to pull it out right now; check his recent messages. It would be with a sort of disbelief when he would find the timestamp on He Tian’s contact, he already knows. But the shock wouldn’t come from his own lack of outreach. No, his perplexity would stem from He Tian, the same person who couldn’t go a single weekend without a conversation about nothing over Facetime back when things were normal. The same person who, apparently, hadn’t messaged him once until Guan Shan texted him that dreadful night five days ago. 

Had he been— testing Guan Shan?

“I didn’t reach out to anybody else,” Guan Shan hears himself saying. The words taste bitter as they leave his mouth. What is he doing? What does he have to justify? “I... It was weird, those first few days of the lockdown order, and my ma and I— we had a lot goin’ on. It wasn’t— I mean, I haven’t talked to Zheng Xi or Jian Yi this whole time either. I just... don’t have time. Or, I did, but it wasn’t urgent. I— yeah, I barely use my phone anymore, anyway. I’m always at home now so I just... don’t need it.”

He stops, his tongue feeling thick. He Tian isn’t looking at him, but he knows he’s listening. Somehow, the thought makes it even worse. 

“What,” He Tian suddenly says, and there’s a curl to his mouth that he can’t seem to help, “are you trying to prove something to me right now?”

“I—“ Guan Shan flares, teeth clenched and ears hot. “Fuck you. No, I’m not, asshole. I’m actually rescuin’ your damn pride, but apparently you’ve got too fuckin’ much.”

“Hey, hey,” He Tian says, wrapping his fingers around Guan Shan’s wrist when he makes to get up. “Come on. Don’t make me finish this documentary by myself.”

Guan Shan scowls. “I’m tired. Let go.”

“Then we can sleep on the couch,” He Tian replies — and then almost as if it were an afterthought: “again.”

Guan Shan warms at the implication of it. “Why the fuck would I do that when my room is around the corner?” he hisses. 

He Tian tugs his arm. “Because I’ll follow you anyway since I’ve only got two days left with you and I’m not letting today end like this.” He smiles. “We’re not sleeping yet. I’m selfish.”

“I could’ve fuckin’ told you that,” Guan Shan mutters, dry. But he relaxes, settling back on the couch, and eventually He Tian lets him go. The skin he had touched feels electric in his absence.

“Let’s make popcorn and ride this out,” He Tian says, settling against a throw pillow. His eyes, no longer empty, are content as they drift back to the screen.

Hand in chin, Guan Shan smirks. “We both brushed our teeth already. I’m not doin’ it again.”

“Tomorrow, then.” He Tian gestures to the TV. “Popcorn and something more interesting than this.”

“If you think this is so damn boring, then why are you still here?”

“When else will I find an opportunity to spend time with you like this after I leave?”

Guan Shan doesn’t respond. After a moment, He Tian huffs. 

“That’s when you’re supposed to invite me back over in the future, little Mo,” he says, amused. Guan Shan shoots him a warning look as the documentary goes to a commercial break. 

“Don’t push your luck,” he snaps. “And don’t try to convince my ma, either.”

He Tian hums, shifting, and Guan Shan suppresses a flinch when his knee presses up against his. Warm. “I hadn’t even thought about that. That might be the agenda for tomorrow, now.”

“I’m sick of you,” Guan Shan growls. And He Tian laughs, like it’s the funniest thing ever, how easily he can get under Guan Shan’s skin and force him to worry about nothing and get him to stay with him to watch shitty television all within the span of twenty minutes. How Guan Shan has managed to survive more than three days is an incredible feat. How he’s unable to chase away the thought of inviting He Tian over for dinner after he leaves, sometimes, is an inexplicable one. 

And when the documentary comes back on with a cheap intro jingle and the streaming quality of a disposable camera, Guan Shan feels He Tian’s foot hook against his and tries to convince himself, over and over:

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

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[boymeetsweevil]

For Science 4/7

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 9.6k (im sorry its so long!!)

Warnings/Themes: definitely probably nsfw but purposefully not that many again. drunk jungkook being angry and then clingy, idiot kook, making out? ANGST?? Hoseok being the slimiest being on the face of the earth, 

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: I would like to thank @b-angst-tan for beta reading this series as it is so far. I also would like to tag @m-icdrop , @jiminslye & @ephemeral-mindset to let you know that i finally got my shit together and posted lmao. hopefully i didnt leave anyone out who wanted to be tagged. if i did im very sorry and if you want to be tagged for subsequent posts, just DM me and let me know :)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7

You wonder if maybe you should have chosen something more weather appropriate as the chill of the still early air nips at your stockinged ankles. It was a hard choice: The fleece-lined sweatpants with the dried tide pod stuck at the hip or something cute and feminine so you could play catch-up with whatever nice thing Yoori was wearing. The sight of Yoori in a slightly similar outfit of an elegant pea coat and demure pleated skirt convinces you that you made the right decision. But while your anxiety about picking the right clothes wanes, a sudden wave of exhaustion hits you. Normally you would be able to rest on a Saturday after 90 minutes of contorting yourself into endurance-testing positions, but today you had no time to untangle mentally—only physically—as you rushed through a shower to give yourself enough time to run to your apartment to grab a change of clothes.

Yoori looks up from her phone and sees you approaching her where she stands by a Starbuck’s storefront. A large grin splits her face, revealing a pair of adorable dimples on each cheek. You’re not expecting her to shove her phone into her coat pocket so she can run over to you and crush you in her arms.

“Hi, how are you!”

“Oh, uh, I’m good. How are you settling in?” Her grasp is fairly constricting , but you try not to appear shaken as you spit her hair out your mouth.

“I’m doing fine. I leased my apartment while I was away so, I’m still at the hotel until that contract ends. But that’s only for a few more weeks. After that I’ll move back in and really be at home. You smell lovely by the way. What scent is that?”

“Thanks,” you blink, “It’s just soap.”

“Mm, what kind of soap?”

“The dollar store kind.” She nods with a smile. “Um, where are we going?”

“Just to this little place up on Main Street. It’s called La Lune, have you heard of it?”

“Of course I have. They’re notorious for only ever being un-booked twice a year! And even then it’s just because they’re taking breaks so the owner can fly to her house in Paris.”

Yoori plays with the sleeve of her coat. “I suppose it does have a bit of a reputation. I must have just gotten lucky with their date book.”

“Don’t you need an appointment to get in?”

“Yes,” Yoori trails off.

“Will we be able to even get in? I-I didn’t call ahead to make a reservation since you said you’d take care of the plans for today.”

“They said they have an extra spot open for us today since they’re training a new technician.”

You don’t push because you know what they say about looking gift horses in the mouth. But you can’t help but wonder how you could have gotten so lucky on your first attempt to get seen at the nail shop. Any suspicion you have about Yoori’s methods of getting onto the appointment book evaporates when you step foot into the shop.

From looking at the pictures of the interior that you could find on Google images, you know that the design is based off of a bunch of spas that the owner herself went to during her many travels to Europe. All the décor is a novel twist of organic meets minimal with polished woods and metals and clean, sloping lines all existing harmoniously. You sit down in a plush chair in the waiting area while Yoori chats enthusiastically with the woman sitting behind the front desk. She does a little spin for her as they most likely talk about how much prettier she looks since the last time she came to the shop.

After confirming the appointment, Yoori makes her way over and sits next to you. She leans over the arm of her chair to peer over your shoulder at the vials of designer nail polish in your hands.

“Do you know what color you’re going to get?”

“Not yet. I usually just do black since it doesn’t clash and it doesn’t make my fingers look as stumpy”

“What are you talking about? Your hands are precious.” She reaches over to bring one up to inspect. “You have such a nice natural nailbed color. A nude would be perfect.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, I know what my hands are like. We can’t all have perfect OPI model hands, Yoori.”

She grins at your indirect compliment. “You think they’re perfect?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Some things are just objective facts.” She’s quiet for a bit, a small expression on her face as she looks at you carefully.

“I think this shade would look good on you”, she picks out a specific soft shade that highlights that mimics that pink tone of your nails. “Plus, its suitable for the winter and spring. So, you could wear it for a while.”

“It’s really pretty. Thanks.”

“I could buy it for you. If you like.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing so much for me today as is. I—“

“Too late.” She swipes the bottle out of your hand and gets up to go pay.

The guilt is too much for you to sit back and let it happen, so you launch yourself out of the chair and rush past her to the front desk, debit card out and ready.

“I’d like the buy the shade that Yoori has in her hand, please. Thank you.”

Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t argue, and lets you buy the shade. You give her a pat on the arm and accept the tiny satin drawstring gift bag and try not to think about the chunk of money that just left your account.

You can only assume the rest of the nail appointment is nice but you can’t know for sure. You do know that you must have enjoyed yourself because you promptly fall asleep two minutes into the hot rock hand massage that comes with every booking. Yoori snapped a quick picture of your lax dreaming face and woke you up when the technician asked her what shape you wanted your nails. Leaving the salon finds you refreshed and with a beautiful manicure.

“Feeling hungry yet,” Yoori asks after she catches you staring wistfully at a random pedestrian with a bagel. “There’s still time for it to be brunch at the place I was talking about.”

“Yeah. It’s just too bad my nails are all nice now,” you joke. “Saturday mornings are for ribs at my house.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. They don’t have ribs on their brunch menu, I don’t think. Do you want ribs? I can check and see if there are any barbecue places that are open for lunch.” She fumbles for her phone and types frantically like she didn’t just get a hundred-dollar manicure.

“Yoori, Yoori, hold on! I was just kidding. There’s no way in hell I’m messing these nails up. I’m almost considering just drinking water for lunch so I don’t have to use my hands.”

“Wow, you…really got me.” She lets out a breath of relief before side-eyeing you. “Are you sure you don’t want ribs?”

“Positive.”

“Good,” she chuckles.

The two of you make small talk about what brought each of you to engineering as you take walking directions from Yoori’s phone. The walk ends at a pretty looking place with a yet another French sounding name. It’s filled to the brim with fresh flowers, giving the air a sweet scent that has your mouth watering even more. You take a chance and allow Yoori to order for you, trying not to be suspicious of the strange cheese dish she orders as an appetizer.

“—And that’s how we met Tae. We didn’t meet Hoseok until about a month later when he spilled his drink on me in line for the comic book signing at the campus bookshop that one year.”

“I think I remember that day, actually,” Yoori blinks up as if sifting through the memory in mid-air.

“Oh! Did you go? I feel like I would have noticed another girl there. I think I could count all of us there on one hand.”

“No, I wasn’t there. I’m not a comic book person actually. I just remember seeing all the people coming back in cosplay. There was actually this one really beautiful green elf costume I saw on my way to class. There were lights woven into the fabric and everything—I almost took a photo.”

Your cheeks heat up and you duck your head to take a sip of your extremely expensive blood orange mimosa. “That was actually me.”

“Was it really? Did you make it yourself?”

“No—well, yeah, I did the bulk. But Jungkook helped me a lot and Tae helped me find the materials.”

“And Hoseok?”

“Hoseok scratched his ass and watched.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that was you. It’s like destiny. We must have been meant to meet,” she lays a hand next to yours. You can’t help but notice how well the color of her pastel nails goes with your nude.

“Yeah, I suppose so. But enough about me, I feel like I’ve just been blabbering on and on about my friends.”

“No, I love hearing about them. I always envy people with lots of stories to tell about their friends. I feel like I have to ask,” she trails off, a shy smile splitting her face. “What’s it like being the only girl in that friend group?”

“It’s…only mildly frustrating,” you say with a laugh as your food arrives. It smells wonderful and given the amount of truffle shavings, you’re glad you chose to come here on a day that you weren’t paying.

“How so?”

“I mean, you know how guys are and you know how STEM guys are. Add to that the fact that they aren’t getting laid and you have a very interesting strain of emotional constipation.” Yoori nods along understandingly. “And let’s not forget all the stupid questions they ask me since they can’t ask any other woman.”

“That sounds like it might be frustrating.” You chuckle at her diplomatic tone.

“I mean it is, but they’re nicer than most guys and they mean well.”

The sly smile appears again and she leans forward to create a bubble of privacy.

“Nothing more than platonic has ever happened between you and one of them?”

Thankfully, a waiter rushes by and bumps the table a little and you can use that as an excuse for suddenly choking on your food. You certainly weren’t expecting her to inquire about your sex life so early into the conversation, and the irony of the situation isn’t lost on you. Of course, the apple of Jungkook’s eye would ask you about which of your guy friends you’ve ever screwed around with.

You blot at your face with a cloth napkin. Luckily for you, the way you look when you’ve narrowly avoided asphyxiation and when you’re concealing guilt is very similar. “Oh my god, please. I’m trying to enjoy this food, not regurgitate it. But to answer your question, no. They’re not my type. They’re too…” you make some abstract gesture in the air with your fork and Yoori nods.

“What about Jungkook, then? Surely, he’s decent otherwise I’m sure you would have warned me by now.”

“No, he’s nice. He’s a little out of it sometimes, but that’s always been his thing, you know? But he’s really kind and warm and funny in his own way. Plus, he’s in love with you so I don’t think you have to worry about him doing the man-child thing too much.”

Yoori blushes and shifts in her seat, looking a little uncomfortable. “Yes, I figured as much.”

“Can I ask what took so long for you two to finally meet up? I just—I know he’s been contacting you for a while now.”

“It’s complicated,” she sighs.

“I can keep up.”

“You could say I’ve just always been very wary of the men in our department. They’re not your average guys, but they’re still men. They still want the same things from you. And,” she looks away from you to continue. “I wasn’t sure if Jungkook was that way as well. So, I kept my distance. This must seem pretty suspect to you. Especially since it happened after he got put on the department website. I’ve heard what some people have been saying.”

Your hands fly out to console her. “Oh my god, of course not. That makes total sense. You’re not obligated to entertain everyone who expresses interest in you. I get it.”

“Oh, gosh, I feel so bad.” She hangs her head in her hands and you watch helplessly as her hair nearly falls into her water glass. When you inquire why, she shakes her head with guilt. “Jungkook never outright expressed an interest in dating until a few weeks ago. All the times before that, he’d been a perfect gentleman via text. But it was the way he would stare at me in public with those…those moonpie eyes!”

“He does look like that sometimes. Especially with those glasses.” She points at you like you’ve hit the nail on the head.

After doing a cursory look around the restaurant to make sure no one around will be able to hear her confession, she elaborates. “It was just so obvious how he felt and I was so used to guys feigning wanting to be platonic friends only to corner me in the parking lot after what was supposed to be a friendly dinner out. I-I couldn’t trust him. But then I heard that you were friends with him and I decided I would give it a chance.”

“Why would you trust him just because of me?”

“I have my reasons. And I just figured if you were willing to be friends with him, he might not be so bad. Plus, my mom has been pestering me about getting married and I wanted to get her off my back.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re giving him a chance. It means the world to him and he can finally stop pining silently. When is your first date,” you ask neutrally. Although you know that as soon as you get a date, you’ll have to terminate your weekends with Jungkook.

“Oh well we haven’t really discussed anything like that. I think he might ask about it soon, though. I’ll keep you posted.” The little eye roll and laugh she lets out breaks the heavy mood and you try to steer the conversation in a lighter direction.

“Tell me about your friends, Yoori.”

“Me? Well, I probably don’t have as much to say as you do. Most of my friends have long since finished the program and I’ve been so busy with my dissertation that I just don’t have as much time as I used to for hanging out and stuff like that.”

“I thought you were friends with Sunyoung. The bio double major? Jungkook said you were pretty close.”

“Well, he’s right. At first, we were. She’s been really busy ever since she got engaged, so,” she trails off.

“To that Jaehyun guy, right? But, wait,” you drop your fork as the details fall into place. “Weren’t you guys all friends? And didn’t they get married like half a year ago?” Your heart breaks when you realize Yoori may have been alone for at least 6 months while working.

“I could tell I was making things difficult by third wheeling, so Sunyoung suggested I give them some space.”

You were pretty certain you saw Sunyoung and Jaehyun hanging out with a few of the other women in the engineering building on the regular when you went to print things for class using the department printer. Even with her indirect language, it’s pretty clear what happened between Yoori and her friend and you don’t push. Though you do feel bad for the animosity you felt towards her when she first introduced herself.

“Well, I’m glad we met. It’s nice to finally have a new girlfriend,” you say. She looks up at you with slightly dim eyes but perks up when you lace your fingers together briefly.

The smile she gives you is brilliant and infectious. “Me too. So much,” she says quietly.

When brunch ends, Yoori suggests continuing your stroll so you can walk off the post-food sleepiness. The weather is a bit brisk and there are unanswered texts from Jungkook on your phone, but you don’t say no and keep the notifications unread. Something about the fact that you’re in the shopping district with a pretty manicure and your pretty friend makes you feel good. Good in a way that you haven’t felt in a really long time.

You link arms and window shop for hours, though it doesn’t feel like it. She pulls you into store after store because she saw something that she thought would look ‘splendid’ on you. Somehow you manage to look past her imploring eyes and put the designer garments back on the rack, but not until after she’s made you try them on and spin around in them so she can sing your praises. While you browse each shop, you make comments about the other shoppers or the items that make her dissolve into giggles or make her cheeks flare up with a warm blush and a gaping, incredulous smile. By the time you finally part ways, you almost don’t want to get into the cab she’s called for you, but your feet are aching and the sun is starting to set. She blows you a theatrical air kiss and makes a surprisingly dorky ‘call me’ gesture with her hand that has you covering your face so she can’t see how hard you’re smiling. When you step out to face Jungkook’s building, the mood of the day’s outing lingers on you like a perfume. Or maybe it’s a halo. Either way, Jungkook notices something about you is slightly different when you finally arrive at his doorstep.

“Hey,” you greet him without looking and instead focus on getting your feet out of the little heeled booties you’d been wearing for so long.

“You changed?” His voice is muffled from where he lays with his cheek smushed into the sofa. The xbox controller in his hand dangles as he takes in your appearance. “When did you do that?”

“I went back to my house after yoga. I couldn’t go meet her in a rank t-shirt and the sweats that I slept in.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you turn to see why he’s so silent. One look at the handful of empty beer bottles sitting neatly by the floor by his feet lets you know what the deal is.

“You been drinking, Jeon?” Jungkook when he’s drunk is quite the handful, but the owlish way he blinks at everything when there’s liquor in his system is almost funny enough to make the rest of his drunk antics worth it.

“Yep,” he hiccups. He tries to shoot finger guns at you but almost ends up flipping you the bird.

It draws a string of giggles out of you. He squints and takes in your frizz free hair, your glowy skin, your nice blouse and skirt, the easy way you walk over to the couch to sit by him. His stare is tangible.

“What?”

“You’re really pretty,” he rasps and his hand reaches out without his permission to trace the swell of your cheek.

His comment takes you by surprise and you can only laugh awkwardly and lean out of his reach, unsure of what to do with such a blatant compliment.

“Wow, I spend one afternoon with Yoori and you’re calling me pretty? She must have rubbed off on me real good.” You take the controller out of his hands to un-pause the game of Zelda he was playing.

“S’not cause of her. ‘S cause you’re not hiding,” he mumbles before picking up the other controller that was laying off to the side. His comment doesn’t reach your ears which he’s secretly glad for. “You want a beer?”

“Sure.”

He reaches over the arm of the couch to fish out one of the leftover full bottles and hands it to you. He doesn’t say anything while he watches you chug half of it, meanwhile nudging the inside of his cheek with his tongue. A classic sulking Jungkook pose.

“Oh my god, what? Are you mad I got to spend the day with her and you didn’t?”

He blinks, surprised, when he realizes that he’s actually not mad about that. Rather he’s mad you spent so little of the precious Saturday with him, though it wasn’t clear at first. To think that he’s jealous of Yoori is funny enough to break him of his brief pouting session.

“Yeah,” he fibs, “but it’s fine.” He scoots clumsily nearer next to you. “You’re here now and there’s still the rest of the weekend.”

“That’s true. But I don’t want to play Zelda. Let’s do Mario Kart?”

“Loser each round has to take a shot and winner picks the next course?” He’s already stumbling his way back to the kitchen to pull the tequila bottle someone left in his fridge a while back and a pair of plastic shot glasses.

“Is there any other way?”

It takes three rounds, the first two of which are Rainbow Road, but you quickly catch up to him in terms of tipsiness level. Your whole body feels like its vibrating, and the tequila makes it seem like your blood is carbonated. Like you could float away at any moment. By a streak of luck and then redirecting to Bowser’s castle, you manage to get in the winning position. You’re on a roll and get cocky enough to start gloating, egging Jungkook’s underlying competitive nature on.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath as you cross the finish line 9 seconds before him. His stomach feels sloshy after four shots and the bottles of beer he downed earlier. You slam down his, now full, shot glass in front of him, spilling some of the clear liquid onto the table.

“That’s like, what, your fourth one? No, wait, it’s your fifth one. My bad.” You stick out your tongue as you perch next to him, pressing yourself to his back and reveling in the way he grimaces at the shot. “If I had known you would make the game so easy, I would have stayed out with Yoori.”

You’re so busy teasing him about his slow gaming reflexes that you don’t notice the way his smile twitches after he downs the drink. He moves uncharacteristically fast and all you can do is sit there as he tosses the tiny plastic cup to side and then turns to lunge at you. Your back hits the couch cushion with a soft thud and your breath leaves you in a whoosh. If it had just been him caging you into the couch because he was fed up with your taunting, it would be fine. But the moment his fingertips dig into your sides, you lose it and start thrashing.

Jungkook knows better than anyone else that you’re a wild tickling victim, all flailing knees and elbows. Truly a danger to anyone who dares to tickle you. But he’s still smart despite being five tequila shots and a few beers in and uses his bulk against you to keep your movement to a minimum. Perhaps it’s a little cruel to take it out on you, but he still can’t get over the selfish simmering of regret at not suggesting you ditch Yoori in favor of letting him spend the day wrapped up in you. He missed you, is what it really boils down to.

“No,” you cackle underneath him, “No, please! Jungkook this isn’t fair. Please!”

He merely flashes you his teeth in a mean grin and continues until your eyes are shimmering with unshed tears and you’ve stopped squirming so you can keep your bladder in check.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg softly in surrender, toes curling.

Maybe it’s the angle. Maybe it’s the pleading voice you’re using, maybe it’s the sparkly quality of your eyes, or the fact that you smell like lavender. The color, not the flower, he notes. Whatever it is, his eyes fall closed automatically and he leans in to slot his mouth over yours. It’s a slow kiss and even though his tongue swipes across the seam of your lips, it has a chaste feeling still. You wriggle your arms out from under his weight and push him off you slowly. Thoughts of Yoori float around in the back of your mind and you can’t turn them away without feeling awful.

“We can’t get into anything today,” you snap and smooth out your skirt. “I got my period while I was out.” You wince when the lie comes out, but you don’t know if there’s any other way to put enough distance between you so you can keep your head straight.

He watches you look around until you spot your overnight bag at the end of the room. “Are you leaving?” His tone bleeds annoyance and takes on a sharp edge.

“Yeah,” you say like it’s obvious. Because it kind of is and the longer you stay, the weaker your resolve gets. “We can’t fool around if I’m on the rag.”

“Just because we can’t fool around, doesn’t mean I want you to leave.” He’s thinks for a second. “Do you want to leave?”

“Well, if we don’t fool around, I should probably go. Otherwise, why the hell am I here?”

His frustration flares up once more and you’re surprised that he’s as upset as he is. “Because I want you to be? And because maybe you want to be here too? Is that so weird? You said yourself this wasn’t anything to make a big deal of.”

“It’s not. But—”

“Then why the hell are you leaving?” He rakes both hands through his hair until he looks frazzled and barks out a sarcastic laugh. You’ve never seen him so angry with you before and strangely your first instinct is to get angrier.

“As opposed to sticking around? To do what?”

“I don’t know. Anything? We could play Mario Kart until our eyes bleed. You could let me practice kissing you and feeling you up all night. Or we could just be silent and drink until we both pass out. I really don’t care just…tell me what you want. Just stay if you want to stay.”

Your cheeks warm at his blunt words, but you put your bag down. He lets out a sigh of relief when you don’t charge out the front door, but he tenses up again when you head out the living room and only relaxes finally when he hears the shower start up. After nearly half an hour, you emerge looking squeaky clean and a little guilty in sweats. He’s not sure what the cause of the guilt is, but he tries not push. You shuffle over to stand in front of him, the sheepish curve of your shoulders making you look tiny.

You hesitate for a second before planting a knee on either side of his thighs and seating yourself in his lap. Your arms come to wrap around the breadth of his shoulders and you rest your cheek on top of his head.

“How was your day,” you mumble into the strands of his shiny chestnut hair.

He preens silently at the affection that he didn’t realize he’d been craving all day and his arms mirror yours. They come up to snake around your waist as he reclines a bit and shifts so he can relax into the couch without jostling you. Out of all of the things you’ve started physically doing with Jungkook, cuddling with him like this might be his favorite thing to do. There’s something incredibly satisfying about getting to bury himself in your scent and softness.

“Fine. Got my work done, skyped with RealiCorp. Met Tae for lunch. Tried to call you to see if you wanted to do dinner with us, but I guess you were busy. How was your time with Yoori?”

“It was,” you sigh, looking for the right word. “It was really fun. Honestly, its really nice to talk with another girl for a change. I’m glad we were able to.” He hums sympathetically and squeezes you a little tighter. “She’s really nice. You’ll be good together,” you admit.

He tenses a bit and changes the topic.

“I could fall asleep like this.” It’s the truth. The way your fingers run through his hair and the warmth of your breasts pillowing his head make him drowsy. Though he can’t focus on it as much as he’d like or else he’ll ruin the mood with an awkward boner.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, shifting so he can smile into your t-shirt.

“You’re so…” you can’t get the words out so instead you hastily smack a loud kiss onto his cheek.

It shocks both of you, but he doesn’t look put off. Instead, he merely adjusts his glasses, which you jostled with the force of your kiss. The gesture is so characteristically him that the floodgates open and you keep planting kisses on his face until he laughs and starts trying to catch your mouth with his own. He manages one or two cheeky kisses on your lips, but you swerve around enough to keep things PG. He huffs and keeps trying, one of his hands coming up to grab at your arm and keep you still. He leans forward, forcing you to lean back in his lap until you can’t anymore without risk of falling. When you clutch at his shoulders to maintain your balance, you’re right where he wants you.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as he brushes his nose against yours. It’s cute, he thinks. By now he knows in theory how you feel about period sex, but where’s the harm in kissing?

“Why are you being so shy? I just wanna kiss you,” he scoffs while attempting to nip at your bottom lip.

“Just kissing?” You open your eyes cautiously, lids at half-mast. He nods hurriedly, fingers drumming an impatient beat on the small of your back.

“O-Okay.” You barely get the word out before he’s swooping in with a low contented sound.

Making out just for the sake of making out reminds you of your time with your first boyfriend, the summer before college started. Only this is so much better because it’s Jungkook and because there’s no race to sex like there was when you were 18. Every press of lips is a deliberate choice and when you finally come up for air, somehow, you’re horizontal and are regretting the lie you told terribly.

He pulls away with a kiss-swollen pout and checks the time. When it’s an appropriate hour for bed and he suggests you both retire to the bedroom to watch TV before bed. You’re a little wary at first, but he’s a gentleman and doesn’t do anything untoward. He even lets you take control of his laptop and the HDMI cord while he writes continuously in his journal. You try to peer over at what he’s writing once you recognize it as his sex journal, but he pins you with such an offended look that you can only turn around feeling properly scolded without having actually been verbally addressed. You don’t think too much of the fact that he’s writing in it despite the fact that you haven’t done much in the amorous realm and he wrote on and off the entire day yesterday.

Even after you’ve watched three episodes of Elementary, he’s still writing. You unplug the computer and turn to look at him in his pretzel legged position. Every so often he’ll look over at you and then return to frantically writing in his journal. You try to engage him in an unspoken staring contest, but your eyelids drop closed and prevent you from winning. Only once it becomes clear that you’re trying to sleep does he wedge his journal underneath his half of the mattress and turn off the lights.

Passing through the weekend and into the next week doesn’t suddenly bring things back to normal. Instead it feels as though you’ve entered the twilight zone.

You and Yoori text on and off all of Sunday and into Monday to compare schedules and see when you can meet up for some quality girl time. This means that Yoori has started to come meet you outside your lecture halls when your classes end to walk to the library together and you arrive at your agreed meeting spots with her preferred coffee order. Your nails are holding up amazingly and you tell her so constantly while she smiles at how excited you are at something she often takes for granted.

Yoori suggested you have your your study sessions in the corner of the library coffee shop because the picture window shows all the light snow you’ve been getting and provides a nice form of visual ambiance to work to. Sometimes the guys attempt to crash the sessions. Often times you have to shoo them away by letting them take your ID card to stock up on hot chocolates with extra whip from the front counter. Your funds are depleting at an alarming rate, but it’s better to have the uninterrupted time with your first girl friend in a long time so you can get to know her better.

“So, are you going home during winter break,” you ask one day while typing away at the results section of a lab report. Yoori sits across from you in an oversized cashmere sweater you wish you could pull of half as well as she does. She’s been working silently for nearly an hour and you know she won’t take a break unless you distract her from the work.

At the sound of your voice, her head pops up instantly, her loose bun spilling out of its structure with the movement and cascading down her back. A freshman walking by the table nearly slams into a door trying to keep looking back at the same time. She closes her laptop, completely unaware of her effect on the people in the surrounding area.

“Yeah, I am. I haven’t in the past few years but my grandparents are coming from the countryside, so I should probably go this time.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you. I’m sure they’d all like to see you.”

“Are you going?”

“No,” you give a bittersweet smile as you play with the damp stirring stick next to your drink. “My family lives too far away for me to be able to go home and make the plane ride worth it. I’ll probably see them in the summer, though.”

“Won’t you be lonely? Do you want to come home with me?” Her brow furrows in sympathy and she reaches out to rub at your arm.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo, you know. Plus usually some, if not all, of the guys stick around since they live nearby but still want a break from their families during the day. But thank you though.”

“Okay, well there’s still time if you want to change your mind.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you almost done?”

“Almost. I’m waiting on my VASP energies to come in and then I can update my poster and I’ll be all set.”

“VASP? Since when do you do chemistry,” you get up to peer at her computer screen.

Yoori pats the open seat next to her and let her explain the very quick favor she’s doing with a professor she’s been in contact with since undergrad when she thought she would be pre-health.

“—So basically, now she’s just waiting to evaluate grain boundary energies to see if the electrolytes we’re using actually have the right structure to make a difference in hydrogen atom velocities. And I’m just here to help with some minor calculations.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

A small ping from your phone alerts you of an incoming text from ~JK~.

Is Yoori with you?

“Um, I think Jungkook is trying to reach you.”

“Oh! I keep my phone on silent during the day,” she explains and hurriedly switches on the volume before opening whatever texts he must have sent her before he texted you.

“Really?”

“I have yours set on urgent, though.”

You grin. “And why’s that?”

“Because! What if you send me another meme about neural networks? I can’t just let it rot away in my inbox.”

“No one appreciates my memes like you do.”

“Aren’t I great?”

“So great,” you admit with clenched eyes and fists for dramatic feeling.

“I wish I didn’t have to go. I’m enjoying you complimenting me.”

“Oh. Are you headed somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, yes. The energy files just arrived and I’m about to finish entering them. I think Jungkook wants to meet up to discuss things, so I’m just going to pack up now and meet him at the dining commons before the dinner rush kicks in. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay, sure.”

After Yoori packs up to leave, you consider texting Jungkook to ask what he plans on discussing with her, but it feels so clingy and invasive that you’re ashamed of yourself and force yourself to dive into work. The lab report is nearly done, but there are a few articles you could read to get further ahead in your classes. It takes a long while, and you work through the usual dinner time to do it, but you manage to finish thanks to having turned your phone off as soon as Yoori left.

When you turn it back on there are a few recent messages from Taehyung and Hoseok inquiring about late night munchies plans. You figure eating with them is better than eating soup alone in the middle of the nearby convenience store. And better than ignoring the messages in favor of going home early to have pity sleep for dinner. You text them back saying that you’ll meet them in 10 and pack your things up.

You arrive at the smoothie place feeling haggard and not ready to balance Taehyung’s energy and Hoseok’s chaotic existence. The bright side is that there is a medium chocolate shake sitting in the empty seat at the tiny high table they’ve managed to save. You greet them with a tired smile and immediately suck down the drink, reveling in the way the chocolate is already lifting your spirits a bit.

“You look like shit,” Hoseok greets you. Taehyung slaps his arm, but turns to you with concerned eyes.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Why are you guys acting like you don’t see me passed out throughout random parts of the day 80% of the time?”

“Because you don’t look like you do,” Hoseok quips. At your blank stare, he goes back to innocently sipping his guava juice. “Just looking out for you, buddy.”

“Yeah, well I slept all of this weekend, thank you very much. What about you guys? You get up to trouble at the Dairy Queen again? Is that why we’re here this time?”

Tae nods somberly. “Hobi put lit firecrackers in their dumpsters again. But this time he almost caused their elderly delivery guy to go into cardiac arrest.”

“Something is wrong with you.” Hoseok merely winks at you in response.

“The worst part is that I didn’t even have anything to do with it, but they still wouldn’t let me in, even when it was just me and Kook,” Taehyung whines.

Hoseok snorts. “Ok, that’s on you. You were my accomplice even though you technically didn’t touch the fireworks but people remember your face better than they do mine. Should have waited at least a week before trying to go back in there.”

“Wait, this was all in one weekend?”

“Yeah,” Tae reaches over and dips a fry into your cup. “The fireworks were Friday, after game night. And then we tried to go in on Saturday, but they wouldn’t let us in. We tried calling you and everything.”

“You’re mad at me now? It’s not like I could have helped you.”

“Yeah, you could have,” Hoseok corrects, gesturing to your general chest area. “You’ve got the tits for that sort of thing.”

“Why are we friends,” you ask him with a soulless smile.

“Because you won’t let me motorboat you.” His response is immediate and just as dry. It spooks you a little.

“Well, I’m gonna go. I would say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t.”

“Wait!” Taehyung scrambles out of his chair and helps you back into yours. “You can’t leave. Jungkook might be done soon and said he’ll try and meet up with us. It’ll be the first time we’ve all been out together in such a long time.”

“We literally saw her on Friday,” Hoseok groans and tosses his head back in what looks like a mini tantrum. You roll your eyes.

“That was at Kook’s house, that’s not ‘out’. It doesn’t count.” Taehyung turns to plead with you, eyes big and starry, with a comical pout on his face. “Please stay? For me? Ignore him. I do.”

“Hey!”

“Fine,” you sigh before shaking your empty cup. “But I need another one of these. And Hobi is buying.”

“Like hell I am.”

“Do I have to remind you that if it weren’t for you and your whipped cream fixation, I wouldn’t be in the red for dining dollars and I might be able to afford my own drinks from time to time? You owe me, Jung.” You try to poke his sternum menacingly, but he moves to snap his teeth at your finger and you quickly pull back with a shriek. He agrees, though its reluctantly at best.

While Hoseok waits in the line to order your refill, Taehyung scoots his chair closer to yours. Carefully, he attempts conversation.

“How are you holding up?”

“With what, work? It’s the same as always. Tedious.”

“No, I mean with…Did Kook not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That he planned to officially ask Yoori out tonight,” his voice is quiet and uncertain.

“Oh. No, he didn’t tell me. But, it’s not like its our right to know. He’s an adult. H-how did you find out, though?”

“He told me.”

“And me,” Hoseok says as he sets down the second milkshake in front of you.

“I see.”

You start drinking on autopilot, too busy thinking about why Jungkook wouldn’t tell you such big news despite your being his best friend. You figure maybe he found out about your big fat crush on him and decided he’d rather tiptoe around you than have to let you down gently. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough about you enough to tell you these things now that Yoori was in the picture. What’s good is that the latter thought doesn’t make any resentment towards Yoori rise in your stomach. Instead you just want to curl up in a ball and wonder you did in your past life to deserve such a horrendous love life. Or, you suppose, lack thereof.

“He just shared his location. I think he’s on the way,” Taehyung tentatively disrupts you from zoning out any further.

If you hurried, you could probably take the campus shuttle home and be on your way home before Jungkook arrives, but part of you wants to see how he’ll explain his decision to you. You decide to stay because you don’t want to be anything less than supportive of his new relationship though it’s kind of crushing you in the process.

“Tell him to hurry up, then. You know what happens when I drink cold things,” your voice is light and a little bouncier than is appropriate and you know Taehyung knows what’s going on in your head. But Hoseok doesn’t and you don’t want him to.

Jungkook arrives 10 minutes later with Yoori in tow. She looks sheepish until she sees you sitting at the table and her dimples make an appearance. She runs ahead of Jungkook to envelope you in a hug. You’re still working on the physical boundaries of your friendship given that you’re not a huge fan of suffocation. Still, you pat her arm and let her get her fill before pulling back and offering up half of your chair. She gratefully accepts it and links arms with you immediately after settling down. Everyone scoots closer to open up more space and Jungkook pulls up a seat as well.

“It’s good to see you both, again,” Yoori chirps politely. Hoseok melts at the sound of her voice and beams at her. It’s gross.

“We’re good. It’s nice to see you so often now.” Taehyung chances a look at you. The initial shock of watching you and Yoori become fast friends apparently still hasn’t worn off. You don’t blame him but he’s so obvious about it.

“It is, isn’t it? You guys are just so fun to be around.”

“We like hanging out with you too, Yoori.” Hoseok’s voice climbs almost half an octave trying to sound so abnormally accommodating. Everyone else tries to contain their laughter. “You know, you still haven’t come visit me at the dance studio. I’m starting to get hurt feelings.”

“W-well, it’s just that I’ve been so busy and I still haven’t figured out a gap in my schedule when I can properly come see you. I’m very sorry,” she squeezes your arm unconsciously as she bows her head a little to him in apology. Your pulse picks up sympathetically for her.

“Hobi, if she wanted to see you do sweaty body rolls in an empty room, don’t you think she would have done it already?” When his smile twitches at your comment you add a quick, “I’m only trying to be realistic. I’m looking out for you, buddy.”

Yoori hisses your name in your ear, but you can tell that she’s trying not to smile at your sharp wit from her tone of voice.

“Anyway,” Hoseok starts up again, “Yoori, don’t you and Jungkookie have some good news to tell us all?”

Yoori’s cheeks redden at the sudden shift in topic and she looks to Jungkook for help. His face is similarly pink with embarrassment, but he still clears his throat like he’s about to make a toast.

“It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to say that I can’t do game night this Friday since I’ll be having dinner with Yoori in town.”

“You’re all welcome to join us, if you like,” she quickly amends. Your eyes widen and you swoop in to help Jungkook save face. You know it probably took him a lot to muster the courage to ask her out in the first place and if you don’t do anything, you know Hoseok will gladly wriggle his way in and ruin the date.

“Oh, we couldn’t possibly intrude on your dinner. But, thank you, for the offer. Right Tae? Right, Hobi?” Hoseok sulks but wordlessly agrees to stay out of their date.

“Yeah,” Taehyung jumps in to help you. “We’ll just have the game night at my place. I want to play cards anyway, instead of console games this time around.”

Everyone nods until the awkward air dissipates and all that’s left is the background noise of the diner and the sound of people finishing their drinks. The cold from your shakes starts to seep into your bones and you decide to use this as your exit ticket.

“Hey, sorry to ruin the fun, but I’m freezing and I didn’t bring a real jacket, so I think I’m gonna head home. You guys have fun without me, though.”

“You can just wear my sweater,” Jungkook pipes up and begins to pull the thick, woolen pullover he was wearing over his head. But you hold your hand up to stop him as you get down from your stool and collect your trash.

“No, Kook, you’re fine. I’m just gonna use the cold as motivation to get to the bus quicker. Have a good night, everyone.”

“It’s colder out there. At least take his sweater,” Yoori calls out to you. “For me,” she adds when you look like you’re thinking about it.

“Fine,” you huff as you take the sweater from Jungkook. You slide it on in front of everyone so they can have their worries assuaged. It’s still toasty from his leftover body heat and smells like his laundry detergent. He might not get it back for a while. “See? I’ll definitely be fine now.”

“Why don’t I go with you? I’ve still got a robotics assignment I have to work on. Plus, we can split cab fare instead of waiting for the bus.” Tae shrugs on his own coat and goes to stand by you.

“Okay.” You ignore his probing look until you finish waving to everyone and leave the restaurant.

Taehyung shoves his hands in his pockets as you request a ride home through an app on your phone. The silence is companionable, but the waves of pity and sympathy rolling off Taehyung are damn near palpable and you’re about to burst if you don’t address it.

“Just say what you’re thinking. I can practically hear it anyway.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m not 12. I’m not going to be devastated just because they’re going out on one date.”

“Yeah, but,” Taehyung hesitates for a bit, trying to cushion the blow, “You know it’s just a matter of time before they become official, right?”

“I know that too,” you wince when your voice cracks a little.

“If you ever need anything, you know we’re here for you.” You raise an incredulous eyebrow at the implication that Hosoek would do anything less than laugh in your face if you came to him looking for comfort. “Well, I am, at least.”

“I know, Tae. Thank you.” You let him wrap you in a one-armed hug, but don’t let him pull away so you can steal his warmth as you wait for your car to arrive.

Yoori’s apartment is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen. So much so that you have a hard time believing that you even live in the same town. It’s technically not your first time visiting her building and you’ve called many a late night cab from her plush lobby. You’ve even started to make small talk with her doorman since you’re there so often. But something was keeping you from coming up and visiting her actual apartment. All the times you’d hung out off campus had been at your place or at Jungkook’s place. There had been a lull in all that since Jungkook announced that they’d be going on a date only a few days prior.

After that fateful day, it was hard to act like there hadn’t been subtle changes in the way people were acting. Jungkook was suddenly super busy or always at the gym and couldn’t ever pick up your calls. And when he did return them it was only when you were dead asleep and couldn’t pick up your phone. For that, you were actually kind of grateful because you were certain that the next time you saw him on your own, he would try to break it to you that he couldn’t return your affections and that you could no longer be friends.

Taehyung and Hoseok, on the other hand, were still somewhat normal, but Hoseok was too excited about Yoori’s unofficial entry into the friend group and Taehyung kept soft-touching you like he could take up your pain through osmosis. Yoori was the only one who hadn’t suddenly turned weird and it was only because she wasn’t aware of the chaos floating around you all.

When she’d asked you to come shopping with her on the high street, you had a hunch that it was so she could get some new outfits for the many date nights with Jungkook ahead. You didn’t expect her to try and rope you into buying things as well, though you managed to get out it by truthfully explaining to her that Taehyung and Hoseok were still using your student ID like it was a credit card in someone else’s name and you had to be frugal as a result. But just when you thought you were in the clear as you approached her building, she invited you up to help her style the stuff she bought and stick around for dinner. To keep from having to explain yourself, you said yes.

But you instantly regretted it as you stood in the middle of her chicly decorated bedroom with picture windows and realized that despite the fact that you were extremely fond of Yoori, there was still a very small part of you that wished you had her life. It felt juvenile and reminded you that even after you stopped being a teenager you still had a ton of self-esteem issues left to address. The sooner you finished helping her with her outfits, the sooner you could maybe curl up on her couch and down the bottle of wine you bought while you were shopping earlier.

“I don’t think I like this one as much now that we’re not in the store anymore.” Yoori frowns at her reflection from inside the walk-in closet. The fact that she had a walk-in closet did not surprise you, but your mouth still dropped open when you the little seating area and the full-length panel of mirrors inside of it.

You finish picking out an alternative and then call out to her. “Come out and let me see it?”

She emerges in a short and slinky dress that would be perfect if it weren’t for the way it slouched at the neckline. It seemed intentional in the store with the way the salesman was pushing hard for her to buy it, but now it looked oddly frumpy.

“I think I see what you mean. Turn?” She obeys and turns gracefully, the skirt flaring out around her hips. “Why don’t you try these? They’d look amazing with that red blouse you wore when we went to the movies that one time.” You hand her some satiny trousers that she picked up on a whim but ended up really liking. If she paired them with red, Jungkook’s favorite color, he’d eat his heart out.

“You’re right, I think this is the one,” Yoori smiles widely at you and comes out with two pairs of shoes in her hand. Silently you point to the pair that would go better with the outfit, the ones with a subtle gold traces etched into the stiletto heel.

“If you want, you can wear your hair in a ponytail. Show off your neck, he’ll like it.”

“Really?” She laughs, slightly bashful. “Is he a neck guy?”

“For you? He’s a neck guy, hand guy, lips guy, ass guy. You name it.” As soon as Yoori hangs up her outfit for the date and puts it on her closet door, you flop face first into her bed, exhausted in so many ways.

“Why do you know so much about his, um, preferences? Is he vocal about that sort of thing?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” your voice is muffled by her bedspread.

“And are you not vocal about that sort of thing, then?”

Luckily she can’t see your face as you roll the question around in your head. You’re no prude and if it weren’t for the unfortunate series of events that is your life, you would love nothing more than to swap sex stories with Yoori as a form of bonding. But given that you can’t and you don’t really want to end up having to listen to her talk about sex with him when it comes, you decide one more white lie won’t hurt.

“I’m just a really private person, so I don’t really do that.”

“Good to know,” she chuckles and you miss the disappointed look on her face when she realizes she won’t be able to share with you. Although, it would make sense that you wouldn’t want to hear her talk about your childhood best friend like that. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Sleep.”

“Are you tired? How about we take a rain check and think about it again in a few hours? I’m gonna go come up with some slides for my coding class, but you’re welcome to nap in here and I’ll wake you up before it gets too late.”

“That…sounds great. Thanks, Yoori.”

“No problem.”

You wait until she closes her bedroom door and you’re certain you’re alone. When the sound of the soft music that she plays when she works drifts through the speakers in her living room, you crawl up to the head of the bed, get under the covers, and cry into the pillow. The sleep that follows is amazing though and you think it’s half because your body was running on fumes and half because Yoori has the best mattress you’ve ever slept on.

[btsjeonjazz]

All I’ve got II pt. 4

Jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, ANGST, smut!!, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 13k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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Jungkook's head hurt. He blinked once, twice..three fucking times before he could open his dark eyes to see the environment he had gotten himself in last night. Rose walls, white sheets that smelled too damn penetrable sweet hurting his sensitive nose and those tiny pink panties laying on the floor next to him. With pain piercing the left side of his face he shifted his tall body to the side to see a young blonde next to him. Fuck. He certainly had done many mistakes after you were gone. Not to mention the freaking mess he made by sleeping with Jimin's younger sister, Kim.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before anything else happened he crawled out of her bed, collecting his clothes to hastily put them on without making too many noises, a thing he was experienced with thanks to his slutty years, he rushed to the door. But as his fingers touched the cold surface of the door's handle he heard a faint voice. Kim was awake.

“Jungkook? Why are you leaving already?” She sounded sleepy, her voice kinda raspy from the screams she let out while Jungkook roughly fucked her to get you off of his mind. Of course it didn't work, not the slightest, but he couldn't care less as he came into the condom and his hazy thoughts finally shut up.

Jungkook didn't even need to turn around, answering her with his back turned her way. “You know you were a nice fuck, but that's all, right? If you tell Jimin and cry your eyes out don't forget who wanted it in the first place. Bye.”

Nothing else to say. She knew what he wanted and accepted it without any complains wherefore he stated his point again. And the way she shrugged her shoulders he was certain that no further problems should accrue. If not the older guy light-footedly bumped into his shoulder, eyes wide with shock.

“Y-you didn't..”, Jimin was shocked, his hands shooting up to enclosed around Jungkook's upper arm. “You haven't fucked Kim, have you? For real, dude? Why!? She's my.. my sister which means you literally fucked me.”

Inhaling deeply the tattooed boy turned his friend's way and if he wasn't shook then he was now.

“Holy shit, what happened to you? Damn, Jungkook, did you get into a fight or what?”

That would explain the pulsating pain behind his left eye, down his nose and up his forehead. He must've known the familiar feeling of being beaten like crazy, but the alcohol had numbed his senses, and his fighting skills, too, or he didn't want to fight anymore with the one who did this to him. All he wanted now was to get home and sleep until he found a solution to the fucking situation he had brought you two in by kissing you, twice.

“Don't want to talk about it right now. But can you give me a ride home? I'm still too drunk and my head explodes.”

Jimin nodded, but then he stopped again as they went down the stairs to get to the door. “Wait a second”, he paused, his small hands grabbing Jungkook by the sleeve. “Did you fight with Namjoon? He has a broken nose and..”

“I did”, Jungkook furrowed his black eyebrows, his nerves slowly stretched too far. “No questions. Just drive me home.”

“It's because of y/n.”

Flinching because of the way your pretty name fell so easy from Jimin's lips he had to breath in several times ere Jungkook was able to stay silent. Then he just walked faster, the older guy following close behind, pestering him with details of the night that was a blur to him. Jungkook didn't even listen as he leaned his aching head against the cold window to get a bit of release from the pumping pain. Fuck. That was the one word perfectly describing his current situation.

His large hands rubbed over his face, a sigh escaping him. Of course he knew that Jimin watched his every move, silently judging what he had done to one of his best friends and then with his sister. And most importantly, you.

Whatever drove him to go insane this night, he had to deal with the aftermath today. Not delaying to talk to you any further than that, explaining his..his what? Explaining that he had a crush on you in middle school that lasted for the last six or seven years now? That he started to like you more than what you were supposed to be? Loving every fucking annoying characteristic you had? He was so screwed if you knew all that. And maybe it was too late already, his behaviour strangely turning one-eighty after the fucker Yoongi had broken up with you. He ridiculously saw a chance in getting the real thing with you, calling you his girlfriend, spending nights and days with you as a couple and maybe, one day in the far future, calling you his wife. Jungkook almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of his thoughts causing Jimin to glance his way.

Letting him out of the expensive car Jungkook wobbled up his apartment, opening the large door by dialling the wrong code thrice hence he punched the door in affiliating anger, the wounds on his knuckles starting to hurt, blood gradually flowing down the cracks. Could the day be worse than that? It could.

Making his way towards the couch to plop himself down as he finally got access to his own home, he tried to close his eyes, but every time his lids covered his black pupils he saw your fuming face, too cute to be taken seriously. A damned smile crept on his face, numbing the pain behind his left eye. It gave two options. The first meant to give up on you, apologising and getting over his unrequited love for his best friend by fucking around even more until he found a good replacement. Or he had to grow himself some balls and tell you that you drove him insane, praying that you would laugh it off and forget about it or in the best possible care telling him about your mutual feelings.

Opening his eyes, erasing your small figure behind them, he was sure what he had to do and that he needed time to think about you and his feelings clenching his heart, as to why he decided to take some time out..

Almost a six days passed without a message from Jungkook. He was gone from the earth, not a single member knowing where he was and what he did. You even heard that he missed the daily practices the band held over the week without a sign of him being alive. You had planned to confront him what he drove him into kissing you that night, his shitty behaviour towards his friend and the change in person towards you, but the anger vanished throughout the passing days. Worry slowly made it's way in your bones, because your best friend never left you on read or without a text, never. That was the reason why you decided to take the opportunity, fishing for the spare key you got from him so you were able to dial the code above the lock.

“Jungkook? Are you home?”, you pushed your sneakers off of your feet, your raincoat dropped next to the door to switch on the lights in his lonely, dark apartment. “Jungkook, where are you..”

Deeply in thought you searched every room for the lost boy, your face scrunched in fear that something bad might have happened to him. Maybe he lay in a ditch, hurt and.. Focus. Shaking your wet hair you tried to stay composed, your mind a blur the longer Jungkook didn't contact you or any other guy you two knew.

“What a fucking mess”, you grumbled the words as you roamed the large apartment he lived in. Piles of dirty laundry, used dishes and thrown out books, notes and other stuff were lazily dropped on every free space. Sighing you found yourself cleaning his mess, washing his clothes, tidying his flat till midnight. Shook you realised how long you stayed, a lot longer than you wanted to, but it freed your busy thoughts, and added some new ones. Therefore you put the last cup in the shelf above the sink, stabilising your position with your hands around the chilly metal. Your eyes darted out the window into the night, your own reflection disturbing the few lights still switched on in the nearest, tall buildings.

You had always admired the special view from his apartment down the town. The night filled with shining lights, different colors and street lights lighting the advertisements lining the capital. You got used to this sight over the years, but it never failed to astonish you in the first couple of seconds you stared outside, taking in the usual flickering that provided enough light in the darkness as you inhaled, holding your breath not to burst into tears which burned in your eyes. Suddenly you felt like crying. It never happened that Jungkook wouldn't contact you. Something must have happened, you were sure about that. Without a doubt. The worst of it was that you were sure that he disappeared to get away from you and whatever you might have said that one night.

Swiping off the tears you exhaled the shaky breath you held in for some time, folding the kitchen's towel with your hands. Should you wait for him to return? Would he come? Or would it be better to wait another day before you called the police or his parents abroad? Indecisiveness traced your features as you slandered through the huge living room, switching off the ceiling light, walking straight to the door. And back. You'd wait. Calling work in the morning, but you didn't dare to leave now, hoping the familiar tattooed handsome would come home tonight.

Writing a note you left next to the key bowl you took a hot shower, listening for any sign that would signal Jungkook's arrival. But there was none. Not even as you dressed yourself into one of his signature white shirts, pulling the fresh sheets over your chin, taking in the scent you loved on Jungkook. Sweet and flowery, like soap and fabric softener. Zipping through the channels of a week's night's program you felt your eyelids getting heavier ere you curled up into a ball, the big blanket pulled between your body you drove into a light sleep that was disturbed two hours later.

Loud rumbling woke you, accompanied by muffled voices arguing. Jungkook. As if hit you jumped out of the comfy bed, running to the door that was suddenly closed, rushing through the hall towards the front door where you saw a wide back turned your way, his black thatch a mess before the door fell in it's lock with a deafening thud. Stumbling over your own feet you reached the door although you knew it was too late. He was gone again.

But just as you ran through the cold corridor without a trace of the guy you waited for, a smile found it's way in your face. Jungkook was alright, that was all that mattered right now.

Not feeling any shame you called your workplace in the morning, explaining that you needed a day off. You waited another three hours for Jungkook's return. Sitting impatiently shifting on the huge black couch you prepared breakfast, hot milk and an apology for the night you shouted at him, soothing him into coming back, text you and be your best friend again. Which would be damn hard after the last days.

Shoving those thoughts back – as you learned to the past weeks – you had enough. It was twelve now, the food cold and your patience at the limit. Writing another short note that contained to call you, you left his apartment, driving back home to collect your thoughts. It was easier said than done.

At first you were sure that those dumb erotic, sexual feelings you developed the last weeks were temporary, but the worst was: they were not. You had enough to worry about your sexual frustration that slowly seeped into you after Yoongi left you. But having such feelings for Jungkook? Unfortunately, yeah. His absence, his strange behaviour drove you to the wildest ideas the nights after your angry departure, feeling lonely and worried and drawn to him at the same time.

You massaged your aching temples. It was time to confront him with your thoughts and maybe, if you were lucky, you two would laugh it off while ordering food and having the best night since long ago. This determination got you into taking out your phone to call Jungkook, although you knew his voicemail would answer.

“H-hey, Jungkook! It's me. Yeah, again”, you laughed nervously into your phone. “I'm hella worried, but t-tonight I'm free. And I know that you'll listen to this, so please come to my house tonight. Around eight? I have to tell you..something.” Your heartbeat increased as you ended the call, throwing your phone beside you on your couch. Now it was out. At least the start and you hoped from the bottom of your heart that he would come, because you had seen him tonight and he must've seen you, too or else he wouldn't have run out of the house.

Getting up you tried to concentrate on other things such as doing chores or calling your parents, informing them that Jungkook still was missing. Unavoidable you had to make another call as you promised after visiting your supposed best friend. Namjoon.

“Y/n, is everything alright?”, Namjoon sounded worried, the only emotion that laced his deep voice. “He's still not home?”

“No, but I've seen him tonight..he was gone too fast”, you stumbled over your words as you repressed the urge to shout out all your stuffed up anger, frustration and fear that a major thing caused Jungkook to behave as he did.

A loud sigh reached your ear. “Don't worry, y/n. Jungkook's a big boy”, an unamused chuckle followed. “You've seen what he did to me? I can still feel his fist punching my nose!”

A faint smile made your lips twitch. Namjoon was here for you, encouraging you with the silliest things, and it worked. Despite him and Jungkook getting into a fight after you drove home last friday his friend was still worried about him. And knowing how bad Namjoon looked, his nose broken, his eye swollen, you knew that the tattooed handsome must look just as bad. Which gnawed on your nerves even more. The cause for their fight pushed back you cleared your throat.

“I'm preparing snacks and so on, Namjoon. Thanks for being there for me”, you smiled slightly into you phone. You owned him big after all he went through thanks to you. “I'm going then.”

“Tell Jungkook he has to give me a call if he's following your invitation. And report how it went”, his low voice got softer at the end. “Take care of you, y/n.”

Pressing the red symbol on your display you lay your phone on your lap. How could Namjoon be that perfect? He was there for you every day, calling you daily and visiting you, but all you did was talking about Jungkook. Of course he was gone and you were worried, but you also opened your heart and told him what you were feeling after Yoongi had broken your heart. It happened somehow and as it started you couldn't stop blabbering about it. And what did he do? Accept it and hug you, stroke your hair as tears swelled inside your eyes from missing your best friend and having nightmares of him being wounded and lonely,completely forgetting about the night that might be the reason he went missing in the first place. All anger gone the second you heard that he disappeared without contacting anyone. Namjoon told you that he already guessed you'd go to Jungkook, but hoped you'd decide to get to know him better on some dirty levels which you thankfully denied. You also told him that you wanted to use his dick as a replacement, to get your mind and hurt heart off of your ex-boyfriend, but you failed as you had eyes for the only boy you shouldn't want in any other way than brotherly. And even that he did accept with a snicker that deepened his dimples and crinkled his pretty eyes.

Leaning your back against the rest of your sofa you stared at the ceiling, contemplating if it was the right choice to tell Namjoon every ounce of confusion you felt and to call Jungkook to come here tonight without knowing if he received the message you left on his mailbox. But there was only one thing to find out. Wait and see.

Around eight you tapped nervously on the glass you held in your hands, staring out your living room's window from where you could see the street in front of your house. The clouds got darker as the evening gradually turned your environment in grey and black, the wind fastening the process. Tonight it should rain again, like every day the past weeks, wherefore you prayed your best friend would come ere the downpour tinged the evening into an early night.

Jungkook was never the punctual guy, but he was almost on time whenever you wanted to meet up. But as you counted the passing minutes it turned nine, ten..twelve. And not a single sign of the boy you wanted to see, and missed, and who got you worried on so many levels the last couple of days. Who didn't let you sleep through the nights.

Feeling broken, like a walking mess, you gave up standing in front of your window, switching off the light in your living room to collect the snacks, bringing them into your kitchen and stuffing everything in the shelves with a lot more force than necessary.

“Damn you, Jeon Jungkook”, you shouted the words, anger seeping into your bones while throwing a bag of cookies on the floor. “Damn you and your perfect ass!”

Muttering insults you cleaned the mess on your floor. What did you expect anyway? Jungkook had the nerves to not call you for days and then you stupidly thought he would answer the one in which you asked for him to come over to talk? Sheep. You were just a stupid, naïve sheep.

Heavy breathing from your small outburst you held your head, running your hands through your hair before you grabbed your phone with determination coursing through your clouded mind, driven by frustration towards your supposed best friend.

Scrolling through the contact list you pressed call and waited a second ere a crackle was heard. Mailbox.

Inhaling you let the bundled emotions free. “Listen to me Jeon fucking Jungkook. You think you're cool with what you're doing to all of us? We're freaking out because we worry so damn much about you!”, your voice cracked, sniffs starting to echo from your kitchen's walls. “It's not funny, seriously I'm so damn worried, Jungkook..Where are you and why are you avoiding me? Sure I was upset as you disturbed us the last weekend, but vanishing without contacting me once? That's n-not fair.” You paused, kind of embarrassed to sob into the phone, but you didn't care. “I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? But you confuse the hell out of me!”, inhaling a shaky breath you tried to calm down. “Let's talk some time, okay? But please don't do this to m-”

“Y/n.”

You froze. Someone was listening to your rambling about being hurt, worried and confused on the other end of the telephone line. Jungkook.

“Jungkook! Don't hang up, please!”, you almost shouted the words as realisation that he picked up got to you. “I-I can understand if you don't want to talk right now, but ple-”

“Wanna let me wait in the rain any longer? Open the door already.”

Holding your phone pressed against your chest you felt as if a thousand stones fell off of your clenching heart. He was back and wanted to talk. Finally. After nights without sleep worrying about the boy who toyed with you a little too much he was downstairs in front of your apartment's door, probably soaked by the falling rain and freezing wherefore you hasted to your door to press the button that would open the main door for Jungkook.

Your heart raced the closer your..Jungkook came and by the time you saw his dark silhouette in the black corridor you wanted nothing more than to tug him into a blanket and talk the whole night. End the debate you had with yourself and have the guts to speak out loud what you had feared the past weeks. His heat. His open caresses and cuddles. His sexiness. Shaking your thatch you bit on your bottom lip to stop your edges from turning into a wild, relieved smile.

“Jungkook!”

Despite fighting against welcoming him after what he did you pulled the dripping, tattooed guy inside your small home, closing the door in a rush to storm towards him. With wide arms and an unintentional sob you threw your arms around Jungkook's wide shoulders, holding him as close as possible, afraid he might go if you gave him the tiniest space. Not caring about the thick tears rolling down your face into the wet fabric of his wide, black hoodie you buried your face in the softness. Only faintly you felt his hands on your back, his body frozen and stiff under your touch hence you parted faster than you intended and wanted to, looking up in his handsome face, bruised and wet from the drops falling from his black bangs. Jungkook didn't respond by granting you a glance, ruffling your hair with a forced smile that couldn't hide his gloominess.

“W-what's wrong? What happened? You look terrible”, your fingers traced over the healing yellow and blue blemishes covering the white skin from under his eye up to his eyebrow. His cheekbone had a faint scratch while the tall guy looked sleep deprived and annoyed. Taking your hand gently off of his face he shot you a quick glance before he narrowed his gaze down his dripping clothes.

“Mind if I take some of my clothes?”, his voice was kind of reserved, taking you aback with pain brushing over your heart. “And take a quick shower? I wasn't home the whole day.”

“N-no, go on”, you stuttered the words after he already turned around to leave you standing in the hall, watching his broad back walking hastily towards your bathroom.

Furrowing your brows you didn't fathom what caused his restraint, the coldness that seemed to be his attitude You've seen this kind of treatment of him, but never towards you nor his friends. And you feared being the target of his mood as to why you waited impatiently for Jungkook to finish what he was doing, sitting down on your sofa in silence, chasing your own thoughts about the situation. In your head several different scenarios took place, from arguments over casually, fluffy talks to.. Wiping off your sweaty palms you heard the door to your bathroom unlocking, a freshly showered, comfy dressed Jungkook walking out with steam following him out of the room. He still had the same gloomy expression contouring his tensed features as he lazily shoved his large hands into the pockets of his ripped, dry jeans. His hair was damp, wetting the collar of his now white hoodie as drops started to dry.

Nervously getting up you rounded the couch. “Let's talk.”

Nodding Jungkook gestured for you to sit back down, his gaze focused on the black screen of the TV in front of you as he sat down beside you, seemingly tensed. “I have nothing to say, y/n.”

Nothing to say? His words irritated the fuck out of you, leaving you in utter confusion whereas you stared at the guy next to you, his face a mask of emptiness.

“What do you mean with that? You were gone for a week, Jungkook! E-explain”, you dared to slide further towards him, your hand stroking soothingly over his arm. “Come on, I'm your best friend, you have to tell me what happened!”

A tired, hurt smile crept onto his pink lips. He muttered something inaudible, taking your wrist to lay your hand back where it belonged. Everything about this felt wrong. The Jungkook you knew wouldn't hold back with what got on his nerves, what bothered him. Not towards you. And brushing your hand off? Never.

“I won't judge whatever you've done. Come on, I especially bought your favourite snacks!”, trying to lighten the mood you wiggled your eyebrows, but not a single emotion was seen on the guy's attractive face. It was reason enough for you to sigh out loud. “If you don't want to talk, then let me.”

“Go on then, I'm all ears”, another tired smile your way he leaned back against the sofa's rest, his legs spread in his usual way. The posture reminded you of the times you two met once a week in his apartment, casually talking about your week while you spread out on the couch, your head on his lap while he untangled your hair with his bony fingers, listening to you rambling about work and friends. Wistful you sighed again, the evening topped by one sigh after the other.

“Where do I start?”, you talked more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he guessed you directed the question at him.

“How was your week?”

Startled by his obvious question you pulled your legs onto the couch, kneeling while shifting to the side to lay your head against the rest, closer to Jungkook then before. “A living nightmare.”

“Nightmare?”, it was another one of those teasing questions laced with faked oblivion. “Why that?”

If he wanted to test your limits then he was on the right way, because you weren't in for joking at the moment. “Stop asking such dumb questions. You know exactly why the week was hell. I was so worried about you, Jungkook. We never were separated like this and even if, we texted at least. But there was none this time”, you gulped down the forming knot that signalled the burn behind your eyes while you breathed in shakily. “It was shit, okay? Why did you do this? What caused that dumb shit you pulled? You look like a mess and then disappeared! Give me a proper explanation at least!” The last words were accompanied by you hitting his chest, the first fly of your fist rather strong, but the last fell off of his rock hard chest like a feather blown from the wind. “Don't do this to us. You know how much we all suffered? Not only me, but Namjoon and the other boys as well.”

As you straightened yourself back into a kneeling position you saw his brown eyes change from restraint to fury in an instant, his body tensing as the name of his friend filled the room and changed the atmosphere drastically.

“Namjoon is a traitor. Don't say his name”, Jungkook glared at you, his nostrils blowing like they used to whenever Jungkook was pissed off. “Refrain from meeting him, y/n. You're worth much better than-”

“But Namjoon was here for me the last week while you were gone. Vanished. Abandoned me”, you threw the sentences in with anger lacing your voice that was previously sounding worried and sad. Jungkook, who was the cause for your insomnia, was the last person to insult his friend and your needed help while he was absent. “You have absolutely no-”

“Shut up”, the tall, dark haired guy jumped up. “You know nothing, okay? He's not good for someone like you.”

Someone like me?, you thought, scrunching your face to not shout at your supposed best friend for his hurtful words. Furrowing your eyebrows you stood up as well, your arms held up into an inviting position, ready to fight. “Then enlighten me, Jeon Jungkook! Tell me why he's bad, why every fucking guy seems unworthy in your eyes. And what the hell do you mean with 'someone like you'?”, you scoffed. “And here I was, worried sick for your well-being and anxious as fuck that something bad might have happened to you! I slept for damn five hours the whole fucking week, Jungkook.”

Exploding you wiped off a shed tear, gasping for breath after your outburst. The night wasn't supposed to turn out like this, fighting with Jungkook who you wanted to talk to, solve the mysterious problem hovering over your long friendship. But instead you two stood in front of each other, his pure smugness fuelling your fury hence you pushed him back. “Don't grin at me like that. You better talk.”

Shrugging his broad shoulders Jungkook chuckled deep, unamused. “Don't be like that if you know not the slightest about what was going on the last months.” He turned around without saying another word, straight walking towards your front door, his large steps too big for you not to run.

“What do you mean?”, you held him by his muscled upper arm. “Talk to me!”

Smacking away your cold hand the tattooed man let out a deep sigh. “Y/n, I really don't want to argue. I just want to go home. Haven't slept in ages. We talk some other time.”

Disbelieving you pulled again, this time enclosing both your hands around his arm. With a strong, exhausting try you succeeded in him looking your way. What you saw took you aback, but you couldn't let go yet, not unless you found a way to solve whatever destroyed your friendship right now. Jungkook was too precious, with every nerve wrecking flaw he showed you tonight. You had to pull some other strings that most certainly would overstep your boundaries, but you found no other way to hold him back from leaving.

“I deserve an explanation if you leave me like Yoongi did.”

Do you know the strange turn in the environment when a storm started to evolve? It starts always with a bunny nibbling on green grass, a butterfly flying over a sweetly smelling field of flowers or the silence that filled the entire corridor you two stood in. Nothing was audible, expect your breathing and the faint pour of the rain outside on the wet pavement. Then the storm started to rage. A hand shot up, pushing you against the nearest wall, the hard coldness of the wall hitting your back, your shoulders and slightly your head as well. Jungkook hovered dangerously over you, his face almost cast in shadows, but his eyes sparkled in the dim light provided by the lamp in the living room shone into the darkness that surrounded the both of you. His breath hit your face, hotly burning on your flushed skin while his dark, furious stare bored into yours, daring you to say another word.

The low, threatening voice of Jungkook reached your ear, goosebumps covering your arms. “Say that again.”

You were torn between shoving him off, asking him if he snapped or to explain yourself even though you were the one deserving such a thing. Your final reaction was a mixture of both, your hands trying to push the tall, tattooed guy away while your voice raised up. “Then what are you doing if not leaving me standing in the dark with my heart being torn by my best friend?” The more upset you got, the higher your voice got, shouting the last words at him.

Jungkook didn't even flinch, his nostrils blowing again ere his loud voice echoed from the walls in your back, his fist shooting up to hit the cemented background. “Stop it. Y/n, who do you think I am? I'd never leave you alone, but give me time to fucking think, okay?”

“Think about what? That I'm not worth being treated like a women by other guys? Or about how you can scare Namjoon or any other living male away? Is that what you need to think about?” You threw in random things, trying to provoke Jungkook in finally opening up.

“I fucking told you not to mention this traitor”, you two shouted at each other, his body leaning away to make place for you while he opened his arms. “Wanna throw more things at me that make me feel even worse?”

Annoyed by his confusing statements you let out a frustrated cry. And here you were, worrying about him, crying about him while he was gone to think? Think about what?

“Feeling worse? Have you ever thought about me in this situation?”

“I do every fucking day, y/n”, his voice was loud, shouting at you, his chest heaving from the built up anger. You on the other side crossed your arms, not believing any word coming out of his pink mouth.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “Everyday”, a small chuckle fell from your lips. “Then why didn't you contact me at least once, telling me that you're fine and need time for yourself?”

Jungkook's fists trembled as he shook his dark hair, turning away to open your door. He was gone faster than you could blink, but this time you were persistent, hurt and in need for a solution to your problems that dammed up throughout the weeks. Snatching a pair of shoes and your keys you pulled the door strongly, the loud thud heard through the entire house, but you couldn't care less while you ran down the stairs in the dark after the guy who already stood on the pavement, his thatch damp by the raindrops, his lean body slowly getting soaked a second time.

“Jungkook”, you called out to him, grabbing his sleeve to stop his menacing fast steps. Failing. With a swift move of his arm, he cast your hand off without glancing back. “Stop!”

“What do you want now? I told you that I need time before this talk”, he shouted back, just like you thought. “Get in, it's raining and fucking cold. You'll catch a cold, idiot.”

Shaking your hair, the strands starting to get wetter by the second, you rushed in front of him. This way he had to stop. “Talk.”

“Get in.”

“You're too stubborn, boy”, you threw yourself at him as he tried to circle you. “Now or never.”

Coming to a halt Jungkook's frantic breathing formed itself in front of his face, the expression contouring it ice cold and reserved again. But he didn't talk, only staring into a far distance, letting you get away with your clinging posture on his lean body.

“Talk!”, you hit his shoulder again, the emotions in his eyes scaring you to the bone. He had never looked at you like that and you've seen it on other people ere they were smashed by his hands or ignored for life. Even though you wouldn't back off tonight even though it might mean for you to be hated, you couldn't live like that another minute, your thoughts not letting you sleep, think or act like you usually did. “Don't leave me hanging now.”

“Get off of me, y/n.”

“I fucking won't till you speak already!”, you shouted again, shoving his body closer to your apartment.

Growling he smacked your hands away, taking you by your shoulders with raging orbs. The heavy rain drenched your bodies as you stared at each other, soaking your clothes to the underwear. Loud and pouring the drops fell to the ground around you whilst you dared the boy in front of you to finally get the words out that stuck inside his head and were the reasons to treat you like a stranger.

“Jungkook”, your voice was laced with desperation and irritation, your face wet from the downpour, droplet spilling from your lips. You weren't sure if it was only rain falling from your chin as you met Jungkook's unfathomable eyes boring into yours.

He let his head fall into his neck ere he glanced down again, letting you go from his solid grip around your shoulders, the only warmth provided in the aching, icy storm falling onto your figures. “Give me time, I can't see you right now. Don't you understand that I feel fucking miserable because of you?”, his voice was a whiff, oculars avoiding yours while he tried to get away again.

Whatever he meant, it confused you to the bone, your mind a haze, your vision blurring. He was confused because of you? What caused this confusion? He never let anything like this emotion show throughout the years and now it was too much to be around you? You seriously didn't understand a single word hence you sighed in frustration like so damn often this night.

With rushing steps you stopped Jungkook again, a last time so you swore before you would give up and go inside, sheltering you from the merciless rain and your heavy heart that started to crack. “First you leave without saying anything, insulting Namjoon and-”

“Stop with that fucking name of his!”, tumbling around Jungkook hovered over you with disgust and the same rage you saw in his brown pupils a couple of minutes ago, his loud vocals echoing from the empty streets over the loud rain. “Go to him and cry, y/n, but stop fucking touching me and holding me back, because that's-”

“Why?”, you screamed at each other. Not knowing why you raised your voices you threw your tiny fist against his soaked shirt, his chest made of stones. You bet your hand hurt a lot more than your flying fists against his torso.

“Why, you ask? You won't get it even if I threw myself on you!”, Jungkook opened his arms, his body now closer to your own, almost touching yours while he exploded. “You are blind for fuck's sake, girl! You really wanna know why I was away, not contacting all of you?”

Your chin reached high, challenging your friend even more, tickling every detail out of him like you never did in your entire life before. Stretching his nerves and composure, cutting off the string that built his patience with your behaviour. You two swore to never pester each other if either of you didn't want to talk about a matter, but you had enough of that shit and the last weeks were too much for your to think straight.

“Spit it already, or are you afraid? I thought you are a big boy, Jungkook!”, you imitated his pose, opening your arms whilst your voice raised up again.

“You're fucking annoying, a nuisance, a damned girl that gets on my nerves every damn day-”

“I am, so what-”

“-and I'm way to happy about that-”

“-do you wanna do now? I don't care how much you despise me-”

“Can you shut up while I try to talk?”, another loud scream of his shook you out of your ranting outburst, staring widely at him, but you didn't stop.

“-because I'll never change and pester you even more from now on-”

“Y/n!”

You didn't want to listen as you rambled, your head shooting up while the both of you shouted, your body colliding with his, faces close while your voices filled the night.

“-so you don't dare to leave me like you did this damn shitty week. I was worried sick and cried because I thought you left me alone or even worse, that something happened to you!”

Breathing as if you ran a marathon you stared up, not realising that the soaked guy in front of you stopped talking, looking into your eyes with changing emotions. Gulping down redundant saliva from your speech you bit down your bottom lip, tasting the rain as you waited for him to say something. Jungkook's hair clung to his forehead, his face tinged in pink, his dark orbs piercing yours.

“Finished?”, he growled, threatening to say another word with his menacing glare. Maybe you went overboard, but your bundled up emotions wanted to be freed wherefore you couldn't care less that your body was freezing, your friend shaking without backing away a centimetre, his toned figure pressed against you, nose almost touching yours.

Inhaling deeply with needles piercing your lungs you shook your wet thatch, your voice as loud as before. “You confuse me, Jungkook. Explain yourself already”, another fist landed on his chest, but your wrist got caught by one of his large hands, gripping it tightly. “I'm at my limit, you idiot-”

All of a sudden his fingers cupped your face to pull you onto your tip toes, pressing his wet lips on yours. Your eyes shot wide, your hands shooting up to smack his fingers away, but Jungkook didn't move, his body coming even closer, one of his hands stroking over your side to wrap it around your waist. The other wandered in your neck and you witnessed his eyes pressing together, a tiny indentation forming between his brows from concentration to hold you in place. But you wouldn't escape out of his strong arms as you closed your eyes as well, your fingers finding his hair to pull him even tighter, moving your lips in a slow, craving dance while the rain fell merciless on your heads. His pink lips felt slick from the droplets falling to earth whilst he clung onto you as if he held onto dear life itself.

It felt like the first time inside the concert hall, time standing still as you two kissed each other, the sounds muffled by the way he held you in his arms, tilting his head to the side without haste. It was you who pulled away in silence, staring into his dark pupils, seeing a craving you couldn't quite put into words while you took him by the hand, turning around to walk straight for your house.

“What're you doing, y/n..”, Jungkook's voice was quiet now, nearly inaudible but you shifted around to pull him down, pressing your lips onto his with more passion.

“Something I'll regret later.”

Whatever you'd do from now on, it would change you two. All anger flying over the dark city after he kissed you. Or maybe the couple of days of insomnia and fear for you best friend were the real reasons you invited him in now, wanting to hold him close so he won't ever run away again. Or maybe everything confused you, every ounce and incident that happened, but you wanted what you wanted right now.

Nodding Jungkook breathed in shakily, coming to a halt as you two reached the main door that would lead you up to your apartment again. “Then let's stop everything here. I won't kiss you ever again, but let's go back to the start.”

Disbelieve traced your features whereas you looked into the darkening face of the guy you knew for a lifetime. “It's too late for that, Jungkook.”

“It's not. You see me as your friend, don't you? Nothing more than your best friend who's good for a fuck right now.”

Whatever you answer now would change your friendship drastically hence you went for the best option. At least that's what you thought as the words left your mouth. “I want you, no matter what. More than any other guy I ever wanted. You are my best friend, but we already overstepped the line and right now, I know one thing for sure”, you paused to meet his eyes with determination. “I missed you and can't hold back anymore. Maybe it'll change us, but we're old enough to separate love from fucking.”

Sorrow whizzed over his handsome face before a lopsided grin spread out on his pink, wet lips, a mask forming on his face. “I understand..”

Was it the wrong answer? Why was he looking even more furious than before? Should you regret saying this? No, it was the truth. And you knew that Jungkook was a guy who would murder for a good fuck so why not you? You two already went too far and if you were lucky you two would finally get back after you got what you wanted. Sex.

Just as you wanted to clarify what you meant you were pushed against the door in your back, the tattooed, drenched guy hovering over you. “You want nothing but sex from me?”

Swallowing hard you nodded. “I'm repeating myself. I was worried and right now I want nothing more than to feel that you're back. So yes, I want you, Jungkook.”

“Not enough, y/n.”

Thinking about what he wanted to hear you leaned froward to brush your lips over his. “Let's fuck and make me forget that you left me. Make me feel good and then let's go back to where we used to be. Let's solve everything.”

“You think sleeping with me solves this..problem?”, he chuckled unamused, his orbs averted to a spot over your head.

“I do.”

His masked cracked for a split second and what you witnessed made you flinch. Something broke him into pieces, his emotions running wild before you were pressed against the door and his body, his mouth leaving you without breaths. In between heated kisses you heard him mumbling. “I don't..”

But before you could react you were silenced by his tongue pushed through your parted lips. It was unbelievable passionate how he toyed with your tongue, experienced and perfected throughout the years of him fucking around. And tonight you would get what you dreamed of, slightly anxious how it would change your friendship, but you were more than content that nothing bad will lead out of sleeping with him and if you two were really lucky everything would be the same as it was before Yoongi broke up with you and you looked for a replacement. And now it was Jungkook who you found to free your mind.

“L-let's go upstairs”, you tried to press the words through his kisses, pushing him slightly away to open the door. Your fingers shook as you shoved the keys back into your pants, rushing up the stairs with Jungkook following you on your heels.

The moment the door fell in it's lock you were turned around to face the young man behind you, his tattooed arms freed as he pulled the hoodie over his head. His skin was ice cold from the drenched cloth as your hands wandered over his bare torso for the first time. Jungkook was ethereal with his raven hair damp, his abs and toned chest shown for your display. And those beautiful tattoos on his skin dancing in the dim light that still lighted the hall from across your living room. Ornaments lining from over his shoulders to his chest you never knew of got you excited, beaming from his raw sexuality.

“Wanna stare at me or fuck?”, Jungkook's voice was laced with impatience and lust.

“Eager?”, you tried to tease, but the hoped effect didn't occur as he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you against his naked upper body, instead of grinning smugly like he used to. His cold hands lifted the hem of your soaked shirt, throwing it on his hoodie beside his shoes.

Shaking his wet thatch he tilted his head. “Maybe.”

Ere you could respond you were left alone, the sight in front of you vanishing as Jungkook got on his knees, his fingers tracing over your bare stomach down to your pants to get you out of the drenched material as well. Left in your underwear you felt kind of embarrassed, but had no time to actually feel that emotion because your supposed best friend threw you over his broad shoulder, holding you by squeezing your ass.

“Bed or couch?”, was all he asked, his body slowly getting warmer thanks to your skin on his.

“Bed”, you answered, suddenly crying out as his large hand smacked your flesh, rubbing the spot afterwards. “I like that.”

“Being hit?”

Biting you inner cheek you contemplated if you should give him that much might, but as your answer took too long you felt the stinging pain of his palm on your bum again. This time you couldn't repress a soft moan, Jungkook chuckling evilly. “That's a clear yes. And here I thought you're as innocent as you were as a child.”

“I'm a woman now, Jungkook.”

“I fucking know”, he mumbled while taking you to your bedroom to throw you on your sheets. “Soft or rough?”

Shifting your head you got on all fours to crawl to the edge of your bed where Jungkook stood with spread legs and crossed arms. He was still dressed into his pants as to why you stroked over the bulge in them. “Why do you even ask. Jeon Jungkook can be gentle and wants vanilla sex? As if”, you giggled and threw him a sweet smile. “I don't care as long as it's you”, adding those words you lifted your head to pepper wet kisses on his toned skin of his stomach.

You heard him sigh, his head falling back and you were sure he liked the feeling of your mouth on his abs. Without warning you bit down his skin, Jungkook glaring down at you. “Both then, huh.”

Giggling again you felt as if floating as he leaned down, pushing you to the other end of the bed again, your back on the smooth fabric while he propped himself on his elbows. His handsome face was only centimetres away from yours, his drenched pants rolling against your sparsely covered core. It was cold, a shiver running down your spine accompanied by a shaky mewl.

Your fingers caressed his sides, pinging them once wherefore the tall boy flinched before you slipped your digits under the hem of his pants to pull them down, leaving them on the ground next to your bed. Now only his black boxers and your panties separated you from taking your friendship to another level. A sexual level.

Your eyes were drawn by the way he circled his hips over yours, his erection straining the black boxers and you couldn't help but inhale sharply at the size he was gifted with. Moaning your head fell back on the pillow, a smile plastered on your lips.

“Damn Jungkook, I didn't know you were that big”, you purred the words with your hands tracing over his back to his covered ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Instead of an answer his lips connected with yours, his wet, hot muscle tracing over your bottom lip, tasting you while you started to squirm underneath him, lifting your hips to rub your gender against his. His hands were faster, holding you in place.

“Uh-uh”, was all you got ere the tattooed handsome parted from your lips, his rims glistering in the light provided by the street lamp outside your window. And what you were able to witness was the prettiest, sexiest boy kneeling between you legs. You knew that Jungkook had a nice body, but this? Jungkook worked out, his arms strong and muscular, his abs showing slightly under his flawless, white skin and those thighs. Thick and oh so soft, you knew it. Gasping for air you arched your back as his bony fingers stroked over his prominent length while the other hand patted your own thighs. “Open up, baby girl. I want to see what you got down there.”

Blood seeped through your cheeks tinging them a hue darker at his blunt words and the strange petname he called you, but you obeyed spreading your legs in front of your best friend. His eyes flew between them, taking in your grey, simple panties that didn't even match with your bra tonight. With gentle fingers he stroked over your legs up to the strings of your waistband, pulling them down pretty slow while a sparkle occurred inside his chocolate pupils. “So pink. Fuck, y/n..”

“D-don't stare so much”, you stuttered while trying to keep your legs close, in vain as his large palms held them open, the panties in one of them.

“Don't you dare, baby girl”, he growled before he leaned down to kiss your knee. “I hate it if you feel embarrassed in front of me, y/n. No need to be, you're most beautiful like this.”

The heat in your face doubled at his compliment, because you saw no ounce of dishonesty as he looked in your eyes. Your heartrate quickened, throat got dry as the thought of sleeping with Jungkook gradually sank into you. Fuck, you were happy. With adrenalin coursing through your body you sat up to take Jungkook's face into your hands this time, leaving him speechless as you began to nibble on his lower lip. Your bare core slid further in his direction whilst the tattooed guy dug his warm digits in your sides. For mere minutes you two made out, passionately playing with each other, kissing his jaw, his neck, your hands running through his raven locks whereas he caressed your upper body, drawing feathery over your curves.

“Touch me”, you whispered between kisses, no second request was needed, your bra opened in a quick motion ere Jungkook lay you gently on your back again.

“Relax, baby girl”, grinning at you – finally – he pecked your lips a last time. “Don't even try to stop me, because you'll come more than once tonight.”

Excited you nodded with your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. He was right, you won't stop him no matter what. And as you felt his swollen mouth on your neck, biting delicately on your sensitive skin you had difficulties not to moan out loud immediately. Would he go down on you? But he hated it, so his words as you and Jungkook cuddled on his large couch while talking about hidden fantasies and absolute turn offs. Hence you got hold on his still damp locks.

“You hate eating girls out”, you declared, trying to stop him from going further down your naked body. “Better let me do something naughty to you-”

“I hate eating out random fucks, baby, but you are mine. I'm drooling to finally taste you”, smacking your small hands away he attached his smirking lips on your collarbones to continue to pleasure your flushed skin. “And don't worry, you'll have to work a lot later.”

Jungkook slowly got warm with you below him, his teeth grazing your skin over your breasts whilst your fingers massaged his scalp. His mouth worked wonders on you, leaving you shuddering and squirming thanks to his teasing. Jungkook's hands never missed a spot on your body, caressing every little place.

With closed eyes you enjoyed the feeling of his strong figure on yours, his fingers finding your tits, fondling them rather rough. Getting on his knees again he stared down at you, his face showing how hungry he was with his lower lip being gnawed on. “I knew you were pretty, but you're more than beautiful..” A growl came out of his chest while he licked his lips, his dark orbs asking silently for permission to go on. At your nod Jungkook didn't waste a second, taking your legs in his hands to pull you down, throwing them over his wide shoulders whereas he propped himself on his elbows between your spread legs.

Of course you watched his every movement, his long, bony digits tracing over your inner thighs, his Adam's apple bobbing up once. Then your saw him looking up between the fan of his black eyelashes, darkness forming in his brown oculars. “I bet you taste as sweet as I imagined.” As he imagined? Shaking your head you grinned at the tattooed guy between your thighs, who was most certainly the boy you knew for life, your best friend.

“You imagined eating me out?”, you laughed slightly, your upper body supported by your arms as you got halfway up. “Since when?”

“Last year of middle school”, Jungkook shrugged, your legs bouncing on them.

“Yeah, as if”, you winked at him, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth, but your tiny giggles stuck in your throat as he eased his tongue into your folds. “Fuck.”

You felt his lips curling, his wet muscle licking a hard strip from in between your already soaking pussy lips up over them to your clit. Mewling aloud you threw your head back, your arms weakening hence you fell on your pillow again. Jungkook knew his way with making your feel blissfulness by flicking his tongue over your bundle of nerves, his fingers tapping on your folds ere he pushed two of his them inside you. Crying out you arched your back as he curled them, rubbing over your hot walls that elicited frantic moans from you.

Satisfied with your reaction Jungkook's brown eyes shot open to witness every emotion flying over your scrunched face. Damn, it felt too fucking good, his licks having the perfect pressure on your nub, his digits scissoring inside you, causing a tightness to contradict around them. Man, you came fast if he went on like this.

“You have to slow down, Jungkook, or else I'm already coming”, you breathed heavily as the guy did the opposite you asked, grinning up at you with your arousal coating his reddened lips. A lopsided smirk crept on his face and in no more than a second you cried out his name. He had shoved a third finger inside your folds, moving them fast in and out ere he enclosed his lips around your twitching clit. Heavy sucks made you scream, sweat pooling on your body, flowing between your breasts while your fingers grabbed strands of your supposed best friend, pulling violently on them as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you. Your electrifying orgasm exploded, causing you to let out a salve of frantic moans in the form of Jungkook's name, the heat wandering up your core.

“J-Jungkook, baby, stop!”, you whined as he didn't stop to hallow his rose cheeks, the overstimulation getting too much wherefore you began to twitch, your fingers trembling. “Please~”

With a plopping noise Jungkook let go of your nub with a proud grin lifting his edges. “Moan more, baby girl.”

You did as asked, his name resonating from your bedroom's walls while got on his knees again, lifting your legs off of his shoulders. “Just as I like it.”

Those growled words were loud and clear, his tall figure falling onto your naked, shaking body that still had to cope with the pleasurable aftermath of your climax. Your lover and best friend kissed you with your juices dripping off his chin, the taste of your orgasm present on his pretty lips. The same time your hands dug into his back to press his now hot body on yours, feeling his smooth skin on your breasts, you rolled your hips against his straining bulge. You were certain that he wanted it to be touched, to feel anything down there.

Smiling into another of his hungry kisses you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him by the shoulders and burying his lean, tattooed body beneath your own. Feeling mighty you brushed your hair out of your face, parting from his way too addicting, reddened lips. “My turn, baby boy.”

You elicited the first actual laugh from Jungkook who cocked his dark brows up. “Baby boy? I definitely need to creep that out of you.”

“Try”, you challenged him and right then as he tried to sit up, his paws on your waist to turn you on your back again you pressed your bare heat against his erection that was still dressed in his black boxers. As abrupt as he wanted to get in charge again he let out a hiss, his hands gripping you even harder. “Relax, Jungkook”, you imitated his own words. “I'll make you feel good.”

Swallowing hard he bit down his lower lip, nervously chewing on it as you rocked your hips over his throbbing length.

“You want me?”

“Take your time, baby girl”, smirking Jungkook lay back, his fingers drawing symbols on your upper body while you moved your ass and pussy over his cock. “Just like that..”

Before you knew it your body was covered by goosebumps, Jungkook's melodic, low moans filling the room. You had heard those pretty sounds a couple of weeks ago and found them as addicting as his touches and kisses, wanted to hear him lose his mind whilst you fucked him senseless. And you knew that it was hard to get him to the point where he lost himself in you, if it was even possible.

Stopping to roll against him you crawled off of him, down his legs to help him out of his underwear. His dick was amazing, the prettiest you have ever seen – if a dick could be pretty. He was thick and perfectly built with a pink, round tip and not a single hair surrounding it, a slick string of precum connecting his swollen, throbbing head with his skin underneath his belly button. Inhaling sharply you couldn't avert your gaze, your shaking index finger stroking teasingly slow over his entire length.

“I never said this, but boy, your dick is pretty”, you snickered, eyes flying over to the face of the guy whose penis you watched in astonishment. The sight made you halt. Jungkook watched you in awe, his lips curling into a soft smile that showed how much he actually loved what he was seeing. The faster you could you avoided looking at him again, leaning down to erase the way too intimate expressions brushing over his angelic face. “S-stop smiling so much”, you muttered, your lips meeting the heat of his cock. You stayed in that position, inhaling his manly scent before you gifted it with licks and kisses, making out with his angry head as to why the guy beneath you let out a couple of hisses.

“Y/n, baby girl, don't tease me”, Jungkook whimpered, a disconcerting sound for your ears. Jeon Jungkook didn't whimper, whine or begged. At least not in your imagination hence your gaze wandered to his face. His eyes were half closed, but always watching you, his hands grabbing the sheets whereas he bit down his lip that was unhealthily supplied with blood.

Don't tease, huh? Just a bit, so you swore as your fingers bumped his cock, tracing over the vein lining his pretty length. Lewd, slick sounds were heard as you jerked him, your tongue stuck out to give his with precum pooled tip kitten licks that drove him seemingly insane. Jungkook's muscles flexed and he squirmed violently beneath your evil touches.

“You like it, baby boy?”

“Don't call me that”, he pressed the words out of gritted teeth, a menacing glance shot your way. “Just fucking suck or ride, baby!”

Baby. It turned you on if he called you a petname.

The angel you were you took his head in your mouth, sucking on it deliciously slow, licking stripe after stripe over his cock before you left a wet trail up his abs, biting them again to leave a mark. Your attention was drawn by his heaving chest, granting it with a lot more pervy kisses, bruising it until Jungkook had enough of your teasing, pulling you up to lay his strong hand in your neck, hungrily making out with you while his free hand smacked your ass.

“Condom!”, you nearly shouted the words as you were enlightened that he had fucked more girls than your company had employees.

“No need, baby girl. You're the second I fuck without”, Jungkook mumbled the words against your lips. “Promise.”

“Fuck, really?”, you tried to hold back a smile. “I believe everything you say, Jungkook.” He never lied to you. Not as a child and furthermore never after his parents left him in your hands as to why you had no problem to believe his words right now. “Lucky you, I'm on the pill.”

Without another phrase you were hastily put in position above his pulsating cock. Now or never, you thought as your heartbeat increased, fluttering in excitement and lust.

His pink tip met your soaked folds, your mouths never stopping as you gradually eased yourself on his cock. Moaning into each other's wet caves your movements came to a halt, his dick buried deep inside you. It was done, the next level reached, no turning back now.

“Move!”, the tattooed handsome cried out in a loud whimper, his fingers harshly gripping your hips to animate you to finally rock your hips and pleasure him. “Fuck, y/n! You're too damn warm..ah.”

This is what got you to roll your hips against his, feeling his thick length hitting your tightening walls and the sweet spot no man had reached until now. His moans and breathy voice topping your carnal libido.

You were torn to watch his face falter in bliss or to close your eyes to intensify your own friction. Throwing your head in your neck, your hands on his toned chest supporting your bouncing body you let go of every thought clouding your mind, getting lost in the atrocious delectation you felt by fucking your best friend. Erotically circling your hips you heard nothing but Jungkook's febrile, greedy moans fuelling your craving to get to your second high. And thanks to the friction provided by your nub rubbing over his lower stomach and the cock tracing over and over against your sweet spot it slowly built inside you again.

“Faster, baby girl”, Jungkook hissed as you bounced higher, his hands cupping your breasts to fondle them, to play with your nipples until you were a panting mess, unable to move anymore. “Come on, y/n. Make yourself come.”

“I ca-can't”, you whined, drops of sweat flowing over your stomach, dripping on your friend's skin to mix with his own glistering saltiness.

Not content with your answer Jungkook growled, his thumb pressing on your clitoris, rubbing it harshly.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, you screamed, holding onto his shoulders as your stopped all movements, his dick inside you vibrating as he started to circle his hips on his own from below you whereas his thumb got you a second time. Your high exploded the moment the handsome man beneath you brushed your hair out of your sweaty, red face, smiling up to you.

“Look at me, y/n”, his voice was whispering the command, his fingers delicately caressing your cheek as you began to twitch. You came. Hard. Heat boiling your blood, your pussy contradicting strongly around Jungkook's dick. Trembling harder than before you fell face down on your best friend, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing against his with every panting that heaved your chest.

Your lips parted to gift his warm skin with feathery kisses, gently sucking in the spots on his neck you found out he loved, tiny gasps signalling you whenever you were on the right spot. But you had no more than mere seconds ere his arm surrounded your waist, his free hand smacking your ass, grabbing the wobbling flesh to lift you up, throwing you onto the mattress.

With trembling fingers you wiped away a trickle of saliva whilst getting rid of the strands in your face. Jungkook was still deep inside your folds, ready to chase his own climax as he lay his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he positioned his knees and started to thrust his erection in and out of you.

“Jungkook..ah..”, you cried out, his down low area stroking over your sensitive nub with every fast motion of his godlike hips. He didn't care, his speed increasing.

“I'm close, my baby”, his voice was loud, growling before he closed his chocolate orbs, the same indentation forming between his eyebrows as he kissed you in the icy rain. “Fuck, look at me.”

Your nails scratched over his back, your legs still wrapped around his hips whilst you pressed him deeper inside with every pound. Jungkook was very close, his perfectly controlled, experienced rolls against your core becoming sloppier, sluggishly meeting your heat.

“Y/n..”, whining your name he straightened himself to grab you by your legs, getting the full view of your bouncing curves and your reddened face. Not leaving you out of his view for a brief moment you heard the most arousing moan in your life. His lips parted while spurts of his white seeds shot into you, his black eyes never wavering. His abs flexed in the sparsely lighted room, sweat drenching his body ere he fell on his arms. Your stroked the raven strands out of his forehead.

“You're amazing, baby boy”, you teased with a grin curling your wet lips.

“Yah!”, a tiny chuckle fell from his own whereas Jungkook's sticky forehead met yours, his dark oculars piercing yours. “I'm not so small anymore..” His melodic voice got low, his lids closing as he kissed you sensually. Pressing his sweaty, lean and naked body on your own he stroked your head, taking his time whilst you drew circles on his back. He was an amazing kisser, taking his time to explore every spot on and in your mouth, but never giving up the control.

You felt amazing, high from sex. A disappointed sound left your mouth accompanied by a pout as Jungkook parted from you to kneel between your legs, pulling out of your coated folds. His cock was soft again, a state you had last seen him in as a child and your mouth watered. Ignoring the mess you made on the sheets by sitting up you leaned forward to brush your lips over his swollen, deeply red mouth.

Your legs wobbled heavily as you tried to stand up to get a glass of water for the both of you, falling back onto the bed if there wasn't the panting young man with the ethereal tattoos who caught you midway, pulling you on his lap.

“Where are you going, baby?”, his breathy voice whispered near your ear, taking your lobe in between his teeth, grazing your soft, vulnerable skin. “Tired already?”

Getting ultimate goosebumps you shifted on his lap, turning to the side to look into the heated face of the man you just had sex with. A smug smirk turned his pretty mouth's edges high, his orbs laced with a challenge that would lead into a few more rounds of heated sex.

“Get in on with, baby boy”, you giggled, but the noises got stuck in your throat as Jungkook lifted you up with his strong, painted arms to throw you on the messy sheets, a move that you witnessed often this special night.

“Ass up, baby girl. And don't you dare turn around this time.”

He stared at your bedroom's ceiling, his arms folded under his head while he waited for you to return, freshly showered and smelling like an angel. What had he done. Why.

“Aw shit.”

Groaning Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to find a reason why he had slept with you. Because you can't resist her, the usual voice in his head told him, invisibly nodding at him with a knowing expression.

“I can!”

You can't and you fucking know that.

“Shut up”, he growled the words, quiet not to be suspicious as he heard the bathroom's door unlock and the light-footed steps of your bare feet dancing over the floor towards your bedroom where he waited for you.

Jungkook's eyes would never get used to the sight of you in nothing but a shirt, your nice legs shown, your hair just a bit blown dry, a shy smile plastered on your swollen lips. Those lips he were able to kiss, and those lips who kissed him. Fuck, how could he get aroused by thinking about the unmatching, cute underwear you wore? It was ridiculous how perfect you looked in the grey, simple panties and this polka dot bra. He felt the urge to moan in bliss as you bend down to collect the drenched clothes to throw them into an empty basket.

“My legs hurt”, you chatted while cleaning the floor. “I bet I can't stand, not to mention, walk tomorrow!”, you shot him a smirk he had never seen on your innocent looking, delicate face. Sneaky and telling him secrets no one else was allowed to know.

Rubbing over his tired face Jungkook sat up, the blanket thrown over his naked lap. How was he supposed to act? He just fucking had sex with you! It was for sure that he had to be the happiest man alive, but he wasn't.

“Why don't you come here, y/n?”, replacing his true emotions by the mask he had built over the years he gestured to join him beside him in the warm bed of yours.

Contemplating to leave the work to the next morning you finally shrugged your shoulders, climbing back into your side of the bed, snuggling up beside his naked body.

Even though he didn't want to, he just had to ask. “Problems solved?”

You made a sound that signalled him you thought about the question whilst you leaned your head on his shoulder. How was he able to resist you?

“Not sure, but it feels a lot better than a few hours ago and also”, you pecked his skin, the hair on his neck standing straight immediately, “I feel great. After weeks, I don't care what the bastard Yoongi is doing and how to get over him. Thank you, Jungkook. I think we can go back to the start step by step”, your voice traced off until you whispered the last couple of words, separating yourself from him to meet his eyes. “How about you?”

Although he heard the worry in your soft voice he knew that the truth would ruin you again. And this was the last thing he wanted. Seeing you broken once was enough for a year hence he faked a lopsided, smug grin he granted you with on a daily basis.

“You're really worrying about me? Y/n, I'm fine, okay? Had a hard week,” Years, “but it's good after..you know?” Liar. Scolding the voice inside his mind he winked at you, wrapping his arm around your small, fragile shoulders not to have to look into your beaming face.

You bit your bottom lip, your round eyes staring into his and he felt as if his heart clenched around the emptiness he got used to. “I missed you and am so damn glad you're back”, you lay your forehead against his and he felt the sudden urge to pull you in for a kiss he got addicted to. But he wasn't allowed.

“Go to sleep, y/n”, his hands pushed you away tenderly.

“I will and so do you”, with a gorgeous smile you kissed his cheek, the sweetness on your lips exchanged by a cocky grin. “I knew girls were all over you, but boy, it was mind blowing.”

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at your remark, pulling you in from behind a last time before he placed your body beside him, pulling the blanket over your bodies. “Sleep, you stupid girl”, flicking your forehead you pouted, turning around with a snicker.

God, how he wanted you to be his. He would kill for you, but you saw nothing but a fucking friend in him. Pain struck his heart, his eyes pressing shut whilst he positioned himself behind you, breathing in the flowery scent of your hair provided by your recent shower. Minutes passed like hours as he was still wide awake even though his bones ached for a rest after all the sex and insomnia the last days. If he could turn back time he would want to get back to the moment the first faint feelings for you started to evolve, but he couldn't hence he was stuck where he stood. But was it really how he wanted to go on? Having more than a crush on you for the rest of his life?

A heavy, big sigh fell from his lips as his arm pulled you closer against his bare body. The tiny sound coming out of your parted lips was enough for an answer, his head falling back, repressing an unamused laugh. He was stuck and wouldn't do a fucking thing to change that, not as long as you directly rejected him, which would never happen, because he hadn't planned to confess any time soon anyway.

Breathing in a deep gust of your addicting scent he kissed your hair, hearing your steady breathing as you slept so peacefully in his arms. Had he ever told you his feelings in any way? He hadn't, wherefore the next whispered words not to wake you up felt like a hit in the face.

“Why don't you love me back, my pretty baby?”

Anxiety and shock filled your whole body, your limbs cramping as your eyes shot open because of the words your best friend casually whispered into the dark, certainly thinking you fell asleep. 

Which you didn't.