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The Yandere Doll Walks Free at Christmas 𪽠pt. 1
(Jungkook X Reader Series)
Pt. 1 :Wishlist
"I understand that you filled out a Toybox application form, requesting a boyfriend?â She really had had been too much of a good girl. But the last thing that she had expected was to actually end on the top of the Nice list on Christmas Eve and get exactly what she had asked forâŚor not. As she grows increasingly fond of his pattering presence in the background, she begins to ponder whether a present from Santa Claus is supposed to possess such a darkly dominant disposition, which only begins to expose itself bit by bit.
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warnings: jungkook x fem! reader (insert any name of your choice), yandere behaviour displayed by the male main character: possessive, controlling + clingy tendencies, eventual smut, seemingly chaste fantasy with a sinister twist
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Even though ___ was swamped with work, she could not ignore that the air was scented with festivity.
The final rendition of her non-fiction manuscript was due right after the holidays, and it was the promise of a publishing deal from a prestigious academic think-tank that propelled her to work throughout her Christmas break and only see her family and friends at dinner parties. Her book was framed as a commentary on contemporary socio-political subcultures and consisted of the findings from her research work which spanned over four years. Was she going to be the next Joan Didion? Or perhaps, a likeness of Susan Sontag? Whoâs to say, but she surely liked fantasising along these lines.
As snow settled on the windowpanes of her house and Christmas pop songs drifted from her neighbourâs balcony, ___ made herself a cozy setup with multiple blankets, and continued typing away at her laptop, occasionally sipping from her reindeer-themed coffee mug. Ever the workaholic, ___ was going to spend Christmas Eve shut into her apartment, and obsessively read and reread her research proposal, check the index sheet associated with her project and the revise statistics that she had painstakingly put together. Despite her best efforts, she could not find a flaw. And yet, it was too early to call it a night, so she scrolled through her social media as a Hallmark movie calmly played on her flatscreen, tapping hearts on the array of photographs of her friendsâ holiday nighttime rituals of eggnog-drinking, reels of their party tricks, exorbitant decorations and their recent vacations to Cabo, to Mallorca and other seemingly exotic destinations, ___ could not bring herself to envy her friendsâ international getaways: she was just far too busy to break free from her routine.
___ knew she that wanted more from life than just grading papers as a teaching assistant while working on her PhD; there was a certain kind of solace that a classroom full of sulky nineteen-year-olds in an eight-thirty morning lecture was not going to grant her so she started volunteering at a childrenâs shelter earlier in the year and as days went by, they looked forward to her interacting with them, helping them with their homework, bringing them crayons, stickers, and at times takeaway junk food, which brought the kids joy and her, some much needed contentment. She had assisted the children in adorning their Christmas trees with candy canes, giant toffees, Â miniature bells, Santa Claus masks and faux snow-streaks and even joined in on the custom of writing a letter to Santa along with them; despite feeling a bit silly, and upon being assured that no one was going to read hers, she scribbled that she hoped to have a boyfriend and stuffed it hastily in the red-and-white striped, cartoonish post-box located in the party-room of the childrenâs home.
 ___âs apartment had been scrubbed clean with the utmost attention-to-detail and she had draped decorative red and green lights around the windowpanes. The Christmas tree standing tall in her living room, gleamed with trinkets like golden and silver baubles, clusters of ribbons, and large red bows; her favourite ornament was the decade-old mini-Edward Cullen figurine, a memento of her teenaged Twilight obsession, peeking from the canopy of the tree. She could be merry after all, despite everything on her to-do list. After a dinner of soup and butter-garlic sticks, __ drifted off to sleep nestled by her soft-pink quilt as Christmas carols wafted in the distance.Â
The morning of Christmas was bitingly cold, catalysed by fresh snowfall; ___ shuddered upon waking up, as she pulled a woollen cardigan over her torso and decided that a mug of spiced coffee ought to be the perfect to start to her holiday and headed towards the kitchen.
The sight of her Christmas tree brought ___âs feet to an abrupt halt as an involuntary gasp left her lips. A giant box awaited her in the living room. âDoll,â the label on it seemed to say simply. A man, around her own age, seemed to be enclosed within it, staring at her, with an uncanny, unblinking gaze, ___ wanted to shriek and scream; there was a peculiar present in her living room, and a man she had never seen before, tied up all pretty with ribbons, delivered inside a cardboard gift box nonetheless, but she could not bring herself to either move or scream; ___Â felt as if she could be dreaming, given that there was a handsome yet creepy being standing beneath the golden star placed atop her Christmas tree. Who was he and why was he in a box? And who let him have such a graceful, neat entrance into her house?
âWhat?â ___ finally managed to squeak out.
âIt is your delivery from Santa Isle⌠I understand that you filled out a Toybox application form, requesting a boyfriend?â The man inside the box spoke up at last, sensing her disbelief.
âI did not order anything⌠Wait, wait, how did you get in?â
âThere is an elaborate process that is followed; the gift delivery services of Santa Isle possess absolute accuracy and we have our own undisclosable ways of reaching the destination, which in this case, was your residence. I am certain an order has been placed for a boyfriend; I am meant for you, otherwise I never would have been sent to this part of the world.â his way of speaking was extremely lucid though his voice was a low droll of molten honey.
___ racked her brain to recollect when could she have possibly filled a form for a present like this and thought about the possibility of an ethereal landscape called Santa Isle, and the way this doll-box was magically inserted under her Christmas tree. She soon began to question her sanity.
âNot everyone is privileged to receive exactly what they have mentioned on the form⌠There are mechanisms through which we monitorâs the applicantsâ good deeds, and you, have been awarded the top spot in your province; I have skimmed your file, it said that you have dedicated this year to childrenâs welfare endeavours, thereby creating a rightful place for yourself on the Nice list and thus, deserving of anything that you wish for on Christmas.â
âYou all are collecting my data without my knowledge?â
âIsnât everyone?â he snickered; his face came into focus after her initial haze of perplexity....
The so-called doll was clad rather gentlemanly in an immaculate two-piece tuxedo; his wide doe-eyed gaze and arched eyebrows made him seem perpetually amused at something and his facial features, albeit innocent, wore the armour of a mature expression, like a baby cosplaying a warrior; her questions remained unanswered despite the fact that he was so sure of the legitimacy of his presence in a gift-box under her Christmas tree.
âI realise that you might be bewildered but you were the only applicant who requested a human relationship⌠you wrote down that you desired to have a boyfriend, a wish that would now be fulfilled by me, a Santa Isle worker; the other people at the childrenâs shelter had wished for video games, comic book-sets, and so onâŚâ he attempted to explain, observing the confused scowl cemented on her face. It was Christmas after all, she should not be frowning.
âAre you implying that the post-box at the childrenâs shelter named Little Smiles possesses a direct portal to Santaâs Isle? What are you even talking about⌠how is any of this real?â
âI can understand your disbelief but, there are many realms in this world that you might be unaware of. We have a radar that monitors needy childrenâs wish-lists and we leave them anonymous packages with the items that they have wished for around Christmas every yearâŚContrary to popular belief, there is a Santa and he is hard at work⌠you happened to insert your own list along with the children, and we here, at Santa Isle, fulfil each and every wish that we come across.â
âWhat do you mean? Is Santa your boss? I am having a hard time believing that I am not the centre of a prank-based reality television showâŚand even more shocked by your ability to get into the houseâŚHow did that happen? Another one of Santaâs miracles?â
âI am not a criminal, if that is what you are thinking. Could you please unbox me? That plate of cookies looks ever so delicious and I have been waiting for you to wake up since midnight soâŚâ
___ stepped forward furtively, eyeing the doll-man, man-doll, overgrown doll? What was he, an adult toy? Wait that sounds wrong, ___ thought.
___ extended her hand to unfurl the pink ribbon garlanded around the giant, transparent toybox as he looked on with anticipatory eyes; as soon as the ribbon was undone, he began to step outside the box: turns out that the unboxing was a mere ceremonious activity, he could have been outside this whole time if he wanted to, but it was the recipientâs right to unwrap the present on Christmas morning.
âJungkook Jeon.â
âUm?â
âMy name is Jungkook and I am assigned to be your boyfriend. But there are some activities that have been listed on my agenda that have to be conducted with you before you can bestow that title on me,â Jungkook stated in the most placid of tones, as if he was there to carry out the simplest of tasks: doorstep boyfriend.
âWhat sort of activities are you insinuating? Listen I will ring up the apartment buildingâs security right now if you pull something funny, I swear I do not look like it but I am capable of kicking you back to --,â ___ rambled in an exasperated state, even more confused now.
âActivities like going to dinner and playing recreational games! Why are you suspecting me and threatening me with violence with each and every step that I take?â Jungkookâs voice was now raised a bit, flustered by this impossible customer, who was putting his reputation as the Santa Isle worker with the most golden stars (a token of appreciation) for his service-delivery, at risk.
___ scanned Jungkook from head to toe; he was glorious in his formal wear whilst she was yelling at him with a mismatched set of a tank top and floofy pyjamas on, secured by an ancient, lint-laden fraying cardigan: a clothing article that she only kept because of its sentimental value as it not did not do much to keep her warm, rendering her a quivering, blathering mess. Jungkookâs ocean-wide eyes were fastened on her being, watching out for further explosive reactions but he had worn her down, the girl just wanted her morning cup of coffee; she was tired of overanalysing the situation and questioning the existence of Santa Clausâ secret city. Or was it a factory? She will have to ask Jungkook.
Jungkook was not average-looking by any means; he was a doll, that was for certain, ___ she thought. The structure of his body was burly, his fairly large built was evident as he loomed several inches above her; ___ was surprised by his ability to fit into the box that now lay opened on the floor. His crisp white shirt clung to his well-formed biceps and broad shoulders, a contrast to the fabric cinched around his narrow, narrow waist. Nevertheless, this beautiful being was practically an alien for her.
âYou are shivering,â Jungkook spread out his arms and drew ___ into his unexpected embrace.
âWhat are you doing?â ___âs twitching and thrashing was no match for Jungkookâs athletic arms.
âI would be a failure as a boyfriend if I let you shake like a leaf in the wind on my very first day here," Jungkook spoke with a gentle pout.
___ could feel Jungkookâs gaze cutting into her, as he enfolded her in the tightest hug he could possibly dole out. Â ___ discerned the rhythmic thrum of his heart with her back against his strong chest and her senses were clouded by his scent, which was a concoction of dark chocolate and musk, a combination that she found brought her an immense and indescribable oceanic calm, as if all her anxieties were rolling into the sea-waves and away into a sunset; all her defences against him seemed to momentarily collapse. He was humming a pop-duet which was currently deemed a chartbuster, and his way of singing made it sound like a tranquil lullaby; his enormous palms were running circles around ___âs nearly bare shoulders as her cardigan slipped from her frame. Jungkook bore the warmth of a fireplace, it seemed, ___ could no longer tell that it was even snowing outside. Â
___ was almost lulled to sleep, when she felt Jungkook lower his face and let his soft lips wander to nape of her neck: an action which broke the trance she was in and made her eyes snap open as she jerked her face away from Jungkook with indignance burning within her irises; this was inappropriate.
âHow dare you? You are not my boyfriend!â she bellowed.
Jungkook was staggered by ___âs sudden shouting, and her denial of the very label which defines him at the moment: boyfriend, she was his, rightfully so; a pitch-black look overcame his otherwise innocent features, and the formal yet genial smile that he had been wearing till now also dissipated, leaving behind a cold stare which had now claimed ___ as its victim.
To be continued âš
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DISCLAIMERÂ This is a work of fanfiction with the BTS members as characters; I do not claim ownership to the aforementioned characters. This fanfiction has been written solely for entertainment.
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habits of a clandestine nature | jjk
pairing:Â collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)
warnings:Â college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao
wordcount:Â 16k
note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.
Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.
You already know who it isâor at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.
Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.
From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.
All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.
Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.
It's not that you actively want to see him.
You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.
He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three monthsâbut school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.
God-forbid Jeon Jungkookâson of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the universityâever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.
The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.
In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.
Has told you a lot.
Told you far too much.
Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.
Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.
And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.
You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.
But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape:Â I know you.
You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.
It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.
But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.
Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?
Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.
The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.
The things he didâand the things he didn't doâcorrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.
The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.
For a minute, you feel vindicated.
It doesn't last.
For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.
The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secretsâno matter how pure they actually areâbecome the talk of the town.
He always slept well in your bedroom, though.
Funny, that.
He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.
Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.
The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.
"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.
Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live thereâyou, Maria, and Taehyungâand you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.
"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.
They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.
There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.
It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.
"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"
"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"
"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."
On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.
Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.
Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.
After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.
Namjoonâone of the Botanists and the birthday boy himselfâhas started padlocking the greenhouses.
Another one of themâYoongiâminored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.
Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.
"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"
"Obviously."
"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."
"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.
And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.
While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.
But summer was lonely.
Or at least it was.
Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.
Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"
The conversation dissolves into plansâwhat to wear, what drink to take.
After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.
When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.
"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.
Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.
Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.
But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.
He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, tooâbut then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.
A routine grew. Habits formed.
Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.
Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.
The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.
He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.
And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.
Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.
But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.
Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."
"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him nakedânot like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.
You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.
The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.
But he was, and it was lovely.
The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your headâor at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.
"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."
It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.
Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.
Spent weeksâmonthsâlaying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.
But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.
Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.
You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.
It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.
"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.
"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.
"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"
On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.
"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."
A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.
"Sure."
There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.
"You think I can't be trusted?"
"I think it's foolish to trust any man."
His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.
"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"
"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.
"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"
With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."
"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.
"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"
"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.
"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.
Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."
Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.
A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.
And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?
His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.
Have you not served him enough?
You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.
"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the billsâbut like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.
He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.
"Excuse me, sir."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.
"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.
More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.
Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.
Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.
You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.
Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.
"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."
Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.
Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.
You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.
You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.
As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.
But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.
Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.
But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.
You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.
Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.
It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.
In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.
"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"
The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.
It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud.Â
In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.
But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.
You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.
Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.
Where you at? It could read. I'm here.
Or maybe, I miss you.
I can't sleep without you.
This is so stupid. Can I come over?
It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.
Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.
You:Â you not coming in tonight?
You:Â you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x
You:Â ... at least let me know if ur alive?
Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.
Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.
Jackass Wang:Â party tonight
You:Â so????
One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.
Jackass Wang:Â so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery
"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.
It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.
Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.
You:Â i like it better when i don't see you x
Jackass Wang:Â you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.
You:Â they'd rather die :) x
Jackass Wang:Â y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
You:Â you just can't take no for an answer
Jackass Wang:Â yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.
You:Â so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????
The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.
Jackass Wang:Â conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.
You:Â charming x
Jackass Wang:Â it's why the ladies love me.
You:Â all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.
Jackass Wang:Â can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.
The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.
Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.
Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.
Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.
"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.
Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.
"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"
Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"
His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.
Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."
He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.
"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"
"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."
"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."
"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."
Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.
"Don't give me that bull."
"It's not bull!"
"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"
His expression is flat. You are paper thin.
He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.
He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.
"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"
"No!"
Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.
Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"
"I'm not!"
"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"
Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.
"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."
"Yes, we are."
"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.
"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."
"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.
He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.
"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"
With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.
"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."
You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.
As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself:Â take a sip every time you want to cry.
By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.
"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.
There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.
Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.
Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.
Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.
It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.
But he did, and you damn well know it.
Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.
"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."
But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."
You're silent when he says this.
Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.
But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeksâmonthsâplaying in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.
Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are backâbut when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.
"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."
Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.
Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.
Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.
He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.
"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."
"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's beenâ"
"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."
He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.
They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.
Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.
"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."
"Who?" Jimin chirps.
Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."
"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"
"I said leave it."
"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.
"No one."
"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her assâ"
"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."
"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."
Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.
"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.
They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?
"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.
It's not that he's ashamed.Â
It's that you're separate.
When he's with you, all of thisâthe bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apartâdissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.
If you were to ever become a part of his lifeâhis real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summerâthen it'd all change.
He doesn't want that.
He wants you to be a safe haven.
A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.
But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.
He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.
"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"
With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."
"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"
"You really have to ask?"
For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.
They always have done.
When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.
Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.
How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.
Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.
When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.
So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.
"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"
"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."
Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.
The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.
It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.
The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.
The irony isn't lost on you.
"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"
"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.
If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of himâand given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.
All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.
One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.
When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.
You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.
Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.
Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.
"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardensâthe same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."
"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."
"It's not my new homeâ"
"MONTGOMERY!"
The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.
"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."
Nothing happened between you.
It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.
"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.
"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."
Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.
Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cĹur is, disappointingly, something you expected.
It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.
"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.
Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."
As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.
How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.
"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."
Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.
A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.
"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."
It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.
They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.
And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.
Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.
The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.
Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail.Â
Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.
In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.
Summer becomes you, he thinksâadoresâfrom afar.
The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.
Had it been springâthe brain of the yearâwhen he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.
Had it been winterâthe cunt of the year, for lack of a better termâhe would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.
But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.
A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.
"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.
The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.
Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.
"Cut the bullshit," he says.
"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"
"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"
Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundryâespecially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.
"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."
Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.
Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.
You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.
"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"
It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.
"Mistaken identity."
"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"
You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.
He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.
"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.
"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."
"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.
With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.
"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."
Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almostâbut you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.
"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."
Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.
He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.
It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.
Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.
This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.
You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.
Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.
As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.
Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.
But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.
"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"
Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."
"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."
And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.
If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.
He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.
But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.
It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.
Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.
"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.
"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."
The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.
"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"
"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."
Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.
"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the timeâ"
"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? Iâ" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "Weâ Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"
It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.
But every cloud has a silver lining.
"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."
He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.
"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."
The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal:Â let me in.
A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.
And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.
Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.
The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.
"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"
You're gonna kill Taehyung.Â
In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.
"Safe," you grimace.
Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"
"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.
"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.
"My sentiments exactly."
Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge
"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."
"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."
Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.
"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.
"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."
Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.
"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.
The bathroom is smallâjust a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.
You wish you didn't.
"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.
"Excuse me?"Â
"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"
"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."
"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"
Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.
And so he doesn't try.
"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"
You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.
Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.
You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.
"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.
"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"
It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.
"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."
"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.
"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."
"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"
"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"
He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."
Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.
"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"
He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.
"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friendsâ"
"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.
"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."
"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.
The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.
"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."
"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"
He's silent, now. Cowardly.
"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."
"You know that's notâ"
"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.
Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.
Feels like it, too.Â
"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.
"Tell you whaâ"
"That you were a virgin."
Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!
Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.
"Hardly relevant, is it?"
"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have knownâ"
"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"
"I didn't ghost you."
"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."
"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"
"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"
"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."
"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."
"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"
The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gagâbut if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.
"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."
You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.
To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.
With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.
Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him awayâbut you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.
With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.
Looks down at you.
Is so close you can smell his aftershave.
A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.
"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."
Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.
The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.
"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.
"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."
He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."
The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.
Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.
Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.
"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"
The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?
All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.
"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess andâ"
The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.
Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.
And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.
It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.
Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.
An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.
When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.
While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.
He knows they hate himâisn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.
He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.
As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.
And so it's up to him to put you back together again.
"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't haveâ"
His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to. Also knows that he does need to.
"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."
"But Iâ"
"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up."Â
He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.
"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"
His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.
An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).
"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.
The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thoughtâ"
"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? Toâ"
"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong callsâbut I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."
Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.
Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.
It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.
"I want you," he husks against your lips.Â
"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.
"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."
"And what was that?" You encourage.
There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer.Â
Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."
And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?
Frantic in the way your hands are on his bodyâhis arms, his waist, around his throatâthere's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.
The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.
"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.
"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"
"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."
He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.
"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.
"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.
As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.
"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"
You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."
He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.
"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.
"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.
"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.
There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.
"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."
Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."
"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him againâbut it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.
And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.
His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.
"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"
"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.
"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."
With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.
Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.
His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfactionâwhich he does oftenâthe suction only grows stronger.
Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."
The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.
He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.
When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouthâand when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.
Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.
But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.
"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."
If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.
Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.
Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.
You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.
But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.
As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"
Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.
"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."
The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.
"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.
"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.
"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."
It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.
His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.
"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.
"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.
"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."
"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"
"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.
He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.
"S'all there is. They alright?"
"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the frontâonly to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"
"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."
His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.
"I don't care. I don't want themâ"
You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.
"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"
When he's got you like thisâlegs spread, body his to claim, your soul to takeâit's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.
"I promise," you swear.
As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.
"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me rawâ"
"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's youâyet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forgetâ"
"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.
"âbut you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."
With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into youâand he's the one who whines, now.
"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.
"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.
"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."
"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.
You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.
"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.
Your argumentative streak wants to fight.
You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."
His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.
In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.
Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.
Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."
Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.
He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.
"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.
The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.
You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.
"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."
"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"
His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."
And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.
But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.
Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."
"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.
"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."
"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.
"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole.Â
His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes.Â
Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"
There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."
But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."
"You're stupid."
"You're stupider."
"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before.Â
His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"
"Think you were gonna make me cum."
"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."
His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.
The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.
As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.
The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.
"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.
"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."
You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.
"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.
"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"
It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.
"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.
"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."
The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with.Â
His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.
But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"
That's the thing.
He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.
Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.
"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."
Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.
And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.
"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"
You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.
"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."
It's been half an hour.
He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.
The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck.Â
Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.
Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.
"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches youâthe hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of himâand finds it impossible to be mad.
"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."
"We?" You question, incredibly confused.
"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.
Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.
As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.
Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.
"Sorry, what the fuck?!"
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Fool's Gold || Part I
Summary: Sweet Y/N, with her fluffy pastel dresses, soft makeup, and ditzy mannerisms. Sheâs seen as a fool in a world where there is no place for such things, but little do they know, the only fools are them.
Pairing: mafia leader!Jungkook x mafia leader's daughter!reader
Genre: mafia au, arranged marriage au
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: most warnings associated with mafia fics (e.g. violence, blood, etc), additional warnings might be added as the story progresses
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âI heard that sheâs a complete airhead.â
Jungkookâs expensive shoes smacked against the pristine white and gold marble floors as he continued to walk through the lavish hallway, hands disappearing behind his pockets while his steps were slow and confident. Most would think he was choosing to ignore the comment, but his closest friend knew better than to rush a man as calculating as Jungkook.Â
Instead, Taehyung strolled alongside him, taking in the glittering chandeliers looming over their heads and the intricate designs carved into the white walls that were much too traditional for his taste. Jungkook and Taehyung were nowhere near out of place in the sea of extravagance with their custom suits and shiny black dress shoes. Taehyung, the more simple of the two, had his brown hair parted and pushed back to reveal a blemish free forehead while his grey and black suit complimented the grey specks in his brown irises.Â
On the other hand, Jungkookâs black on black outfit adorned two expensive cufflinks and a gold brooch attached to his lapel. Taehyungâs gaze dropped to his black hair, which he noticed had grown in the past month.Â
When Taehyung realised that Jungkook wasnât going to speak, he decided to fill the silence.Â
âLike apparently sheâs huge on wearing pink and frilly stuff -which I guess is just a girl thing- but still, this is a mafia not a tea party.â
He paused, waiting for his comrade to offer his thoughts, but was met with silence once again.Â
âIâve also heard sheâs dumber than a pile of rocks. Barely passed high school and then dropped out of university not even a month in. Her major wasnât even that hard. Commerce, was it?â
Taehyungâs eyebrows furrowed as Jungkook continued to lengthen the silence.Â
âAnd as you already must know, she was also married about a year ago but then was widowed after her husband was killed by a rival gang on the same day. Even though their marriage didnât even last a full 24 hours, she had been so traumatised by the whole thing that apparently she didnât even speak for an entire month after the ordeal. Can you imagine how much of a princess she must be for a simple death to shake her that much? She must be a real- come on man, how long are you going to make me go on?â
Jungkook turned his head to offer him a sly grin, âI was wondering when you would reach your limit.â
Taehyung gave him a halfhearted punch to the arm, âyouâre such a jerk. Answer my question man. Iâm dying to know what sheâs actually like.â
He followed Jungkook as he turned into another hallway, curious as to what he thought of her, but his answer had him staring at Jungkook incredulously.Â
âI donât know.â
Taehyung faltered in his step, gaping at the back of the man who continued through the hallway nonchalantly. When the weight of his answer finally processed completely in Taehyungâs mind, he ran forward so that he could walk alongside his friend once again.Â
âI think you misunderstood my question,â Taehyung tried again slowly, âI want to know about Lee Y/N, you know, your soon to be wife? The one youâre about to marry right now?â
âWhat is there to know?â Jungkook commented, mind occupied with a topic of much more importance, âa marriage with her will allow for the unification of two powerful mafia families and will also allow for an heir to be born. Is that not the whole point of marriages for individuals like us?â
âWell yeah, but thereâs no harm in getting to know her at least a little bit. Did you even hear about the âdumb as rocksâ part when I was rambling?â
âThat will only make her easier to control,â he deadpanned.
âFine, whatever. Is she at least pretty?â
Taehyungâs eyes widened even more when Jungkook didnât respond, âplease tell me youâve met her at least once. Oh my god, have you even looked at a picture of her?âÂ
Jungkook's silence was all Taehyung needed to know that the answer was, in fact, no,â I knew I shouldnât have gone out of the country! My parents kept telling me everything would be fine and theyâd take care of the whole thing but you havenât even met her once? I shouldâve made my return flight earlier, then I couldâve-â
Taehyungâs voice faltered as he noticed Jungkookâs distant expression, causing his brows to furrow. He wasnât listening to a word he was saying, which wasnât something entirely out of the ordinary, but it usually wasnât this bad. He sighed as he shifted his gaze to the expensive hall before him.Â
âIs this about the Parks?â He asked, noticing his friendâs focus return.
âItâs the Parks and the Mins,â Jungkook admitted, âever since their alliance, theyâve been getting bold. They made a move on our West docks last week and would have been successful in seizing them if it werenât for the blackmail I managed to procure at the last minute. But that wonât hold them off for long.â
Taehyungâs head tilted to the side, âyouâve always enjoyed a challenge. Whyâs this bothering you so much?â
Jungkook turned into another hallway to finally come face to face with a large pair of grandiose double doors that towered over them. The two men came to a stop, aware that their conversation was now on a timer.Â
âI just⌠have an uneasy feeling,â he said, unable to reveal anymore to Taehyung. He couldnât bring himself to tell his best friend what he had really witnessed when he visited the docks yesterday.
Taehyung, clueless to Jungkookâs inner turmoil, slapped him on the back, lightening the mood with a grin, âcome on man, this is your wedding. Youâll figure everything out later, for now just relax. You deserve it.â
Before he could protest, Taehyung shoved the double doors open to reveal an enormous and crowded wedding hall. The white and gold marble floor stretched across the entire room, while multiple diamonds came together to form a giant chandelier that hung over the hundreds of tables that had been decorated with shiny silverware and pristine white roses. The people were just as decorated as the furniture, with their elegant gowns and glamorous jewellery.Â
At the sound of the doors opening, the once chattering crowd silenced, opting to sneak glances at Jungkook and his friend instead. Hushed whispers echoed around the hall as Jungkook straightened his back and held his head high before making his way to the centre of the room. Behind him, Taehyung took his place, his outgoing and extroverted personality tucked away to look just as regal and intimidating as the groom. The crowd began gathering on either side of the aisle, clearly excited for the bride who had been scheduled to appear any second now.Â
Most menâs hearts would be racing during a time like this, Jungkook thought distantly, eyes focused on the aisle as well. Marriage to others was supposed to symbolise unwavering love and devotion. But not for him. For him marriage was simply a contract, a means to an end that he hoped would lessen the burden of a number of challenges. In a world like this, there was no such thing as love.Â
Only power.Â
The sound of the double doors opening pulled him from his thoughts, with two professionally dressed workers fixing them on either side so that they remained open this time. Jungkook watched a pair of women in what seemed like light pink bridesmaid dresses trail behind two girls who couldnât have been more than five throwing white and light pink flower petals in the air. Behind the entourage was a figure drenched in white.Â
You walked slowly into the room, your glimmering white dress trailing behind you as a thick white veil draped over your face and the front of your dress. Jungkook could only make out your hands clutching a small bouquet of white roses while your arm looped around your fatherâs, who was slowly guiding you down the aisle. Despite the aid, he couldnât help but notice an uneasiness to your steps and a slight shake in your hands.Â
The crowdâs gaze stayed fixed on your figure, drinking in the Jeon Jungkookâs soon to be wife. There were some gasps of astonishment at the beauty of your dress and figure, while there were some gasps of jealousy towards the woman who was taking Jungkook off the market. You didnât seem to pay them any attention as your head stayed fixed in front of you, focusing on not falling as you continued through the aisle.Â
To Jungkook, it felt like years had passed before you finally reached the small steps leading to the stage he was standing on, your bridesmaids taking their places on the opposite side of where Taehyung was standing. Your father unlooped his arm from yours and stepped back to sit on one of the seats that had been reserved for him, leaving you to hesitantly step onto the stage yourself. Your heel wobbled as you brought your foot forward and Jungkook knew exactly what would happen before it did.Â
He watched your heel slip sideways, causing you to careen to your right under the heaviness of your dress. But before you could crash into the large pots of white roses, Jungkook shot forward so that his hand could grab your waist, hoisting you up to prevent you from falling. The crowd swooned at the gesture, murmuring about its romantic nature, though all Jungkook could wonder was how youâve been surviving in a mafia family for so long. Taehyung had only said you were dumb, not a complete klutz too.Â
He could feel the warmth of your delicate hand on his shoulder as he guided you up the steps, only letting go of you once the two of you were facing the patiently waiting priest. Once he had motioned for everyone to sit, he began his sermon in an obnoxiously boring voice. Jungkook had no particular interest in paying attention to a speech he had listened to multiple times growing up. Instead, he took the chance to survey you briefly. With your veil still hiding your face, he could only take in your perfect figure and pristine skin.Â
Eventually, the priest asked you to remove your veil, to which you complied slowly. Taehyung came forward, offering to take the bouquet in your hands while your bridesmaids helped you hesitantly lift the soft white cloth over your head.Â
A wave of hushed whispers spread throughout the crowd at the sight of your face, one that caught Jungkook off guard. Your eyes had been lined with a light liner, while your lips and cheeks had been made to look dainty. Your hair fell from the top of your head to your shoulders, styled in a way that framed your features and neck. Jungkook noticed a small silver necklace in the shape of a heart resting against your exposed collarbone.Â
Your makeup made you look so innocent and⌠young. Jungkook almost wanted to pull Taehyungâs parents aside and confirm that you really were twenty three and not some nineteen year old. It was a bit of a turn off, he realised, slightly bothered by the fact. As a twenty six year old, he obviously wasnât into teenagers, so he didnât know what having a wife that looked like one was going to do for him.Â
Then again, he wasnât marrying you for some kind of gratification. He was marrying you because he needed to form a strong alliance between your fatherâs gang and his so that he could be, or at the very least appear, stronger than the Mins and Parks. You were nothing more than a path to more power and, aside from upholding his responsibilities as a husband, he would treat you as such.
As the priest continued to drone on, Jungkook continued to analyse your form. He watched your eyes stay focused on the priest before they strayed, hesitantly landing on Jungkook for a split second. When you noticed his gaze already on you, a small squeak sounded from your lips before you quickly shifted your focus forward. With the bouquet of flowers now hanging from Taehyungâs hand, your own fingers were clasped awkwardly in front of you.Â
You were apparently everything Taehyung had painted you as earlier, Jungkook thought. Your makeup and mannerisms had an air of exaggerated innocence, while your body language was shy and sheepish. He had no problem imagining you as a weak girl that was so traumatised by the death of your first husband that you couldnât utter a single word the following month.Â
The priest turned to the seated crowd, beckoning anyone that had an issue with the marriage to step forward and speak their mind. Just as Jungkook expected, no one dared make a stand, preferring to cherish the connection between their head and neck instead. Following the silence, you and Jungkook were made to stand facing each other.
Your gaze was fixed on his collar, seemingly too shy to meet Jungkookâs eyes. It only confirmed his suspicions regarding your confidence, or lack thereof.Â
Yet, despite your evidently timid nature and lack of intelligence, Jungkook couldnât help but experience an uncanny feeling lingering at the back of his mind. Perhaps it was his untrusting nature, or maybe he had just been forced to over analyse you during the long and boring sermon. But he could have sworn that there was something about you. Just⌠something about the way you had trouble meeting his gaze yet seemed to have no problem in scanning Taehyung up and down. For a fraction of a moment, the look in your eyes was almost calculated, as if you had been assessing him. But just as fast as Jungkook thought he saw it, the look disappeared, replaced by a timid and shy gaze once again. It left him questioning whether he had even seen it in the first place, or whether he was letting paranoia see things that werenât there.Â
Finally, the priest turned to the two of you and made you both say your vows outloud. They were the standard vows, Jungkook and you putting no effort in creating a confession that you both knew was ingenuine. Instead, the two of you repeated after him, answering âI doâ when the time was right. Jungkook was glad that, despite your seemingly ditzy nature, you hadnât requested any giant romantic gestures. According to your father, you had even had no problem with Jungkook requesting that there be no kiss at the altar. It made his life a lot easier and truthfully made this entire situation a lot less awkward.
To Jungkookâs relief, the priest finally addressed the crowd once more, ending the sermon on a final note filled with hope and prosperity. He spoke about how the marriage would strengthen the two mafias, mitigating worries relating to attacks from enemies that may wish to harm them. Jungkook had already expected this part of the speech, as he had been the one to tell the priest to say those exact words.Â
At the end of the sermon, Jungkook and you were made to walk down the aisle back to where he knew his expensive car was waiting. He turned to you, looping his arm around yours so that you wouldnât fall again, and guided you down the steps slowly. He noticed that your every step was still wobbly and he could feel your hand shaking as you placed it on his bicep to steady yourself further. But this time, with the veil now draped behind you, he could see the distress in your face as well. Your eyes were wide as you took in the crowd surrounding you, looking as naive as Taehyung had made you out to be.Â
Jungkook tried to remind himself of Taehyungâs words. About how you had barely been able to pass high school and then completely dropped out of university a month in. About how your style consisted of pink and frilly clothes that didnât have much place in the mafia. About how, at this moment, you seemed almost scared of the crowd and attention.Â
A girl like that was shy and naive and ditzy. Aside from being slightly irritating, that meant you couldnât be much of a threat to him or anyone else. If anything your incompetence would be a threat to your own self. Jungkook had nothing to worry about when it came to you.Â
So he tried not to be unsettled.Â
He tried not to be unsettled by the fact that, despite your apparently innocent and weak nature, your fingers were gripping into his bicep so hard he would no doubt wake up with a bruise tomorrow morning.Â
He tried not to be unsettled by the way your shy gaze, which stayed fixed on the floor, would sometimes stray upwards to almost study the crowd around you before quickly darting back to the ground.Â
He tried not to be unsettled when you looked up at him to give him a bashful smile, one that the logical part of him agreed looked sweet and innocent enough.
Yet, why did another part of him wonder whether there had been something else lurking behind those seemingly innocent eyes?
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The only thing that Jungkook had learned about you from the car ride was that your voice was as light and soft as your appearance.Â
The ride in his black car decorated with gleaming small white roses and ribbons had been mostly silent, the two of you making no effort to start a conversation. Jungkook had never been one for small talk, more than content to let Taehyung talk for hours instead. The reason for your lack of conversation, though, was unknown to him.Â
It was only when he was speeding through the highway that you had spoken to request that he slow down a bit. Your voice had been soft and timid, as if you were scared that Jungkook would lash out at you for the simple request. Or maybe that was just the way you spoke. Considering your personality, Jungkook wouldnât find that too hard to believe.
Now the two of you walked through the entrance of his home, your eyes taking in the grandeur of it all. Despite its vastness, Jungkook felt that this was where he felt the most comfortable: between the white and fawn walls, the elaborately designed bannisters, and the creme marble floors. His home had remained the only constant in his life and, because of that, he cherished it immensely.Â
There were only a few people that Jungkook had allowed inside, all of whom were people that he trusted with his life. This was the first time, he realised, that someone outside of those few was stepping foot onto the marble floor and laying their eyes on the spiralling staircase. It was an odd feeling, allowing you to enter into what he felt was the only place that truly allowed his mind and body to relax.Â
He observed your reaction curiously, taking in your wide eyes. They bounced from one thing to the next, each structure seeming to fascinate you more and more. He still couldnât shake off the feeling that you were assessing the space, but the logical part of him kept trying to reassure himself that you couldnât possibly be considered any kind of threat.Â
The sound of the door opening behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He turned around to find Taehyung walking through the doorway, a particular look on his face. Jungkook recognised it right away, causing him to turn to you for a moment while calling over one of the maids.Â
âGet her to the bedroom,â Jungkook commanded the maid as Taehyung stepped beside him, âand help her take off her makeup and dress into something comfortable.â
The maid nodded before she began to guide you up the flight of stairs, pointing out a few directions here and there to get you comfortable with the new environment. Jungkook watched you look back at him and Taehyung for a split second, an unreadable look in your eyes, before you faced forward once again and allowed yourself to be dragged away wordlessly.Â
Once you had disappeared up the stairs, Jungkook turned to Taehyung with a raised eyebrow.
âWell?â He prodded.Â
Taehyung glanced at the top of the stairs to make sure you really were gone, âI should be asking you that. What do you think of her?â
Jungkook mulled over his question for a moment, âshe seems to be everything you said she is. Although, are you sure-â
âShe is one hundred percent twenty three years old. I triple checked that one,â Taehyung said immediately, hands up in a gesture of surrender.Â
Jungkook let his hands nestle into his pockets, wondering if he should bring up his other concerns as well. Uptil now, you havenât actually done or said anything worth garnering suspicion. Jungkook just seemed to be picking up on small things here and there, but he wasnât sure if those things were just him being paranoid or genuinely things that he should be cautious over. This whole marriage thing was proving to be a lot more confusing than he had initially thought.Â
âWhat is it?â Taehyung asked, noticing his friendâs silence. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, but, after earning a questioning look from Taehyung, he relented slightly.Â
âHow well of a background check did your parents do on her?â Jungkook asked cautiously. He didnât want Taehyung to know too much of how he was feeling at the moment, in case this was just his mind being overactive, but something in Taehyungâs expression seemed to indicate that he knew a lot more than what Jungkook was letting on.Â
âThey did a very thorough one, of course,â Taehyung said, eyeing Jungkook knowingly, âyou know my parents. If thereâs one thing that theyâre the best at, itâs uncovering peopleâs secrets.â
Then he added with a smile, âcouldnât get away with much while growing up because of it.â
Jungkook let his gaze wander around the room, âI justâŚâ
âYouâre just suspicious of her,â Taehyung finished, causing Jungkook to look his way, âof course youâre suspicious Jungkook, youâre letting a girl that youâve never even met before into your house for the first time. Itâs a natural reaction, especially considering how untrusting weâve been conditioned to be since we were young.â
Taehyung clapped Jungkook on the back reassuringly, âI was the exact same way when I married Chaewon. Hell, in our first year of being married I even accused her of being a traitor when she was planning a surprise party for my birthday. When she finally told me⌠man, it took me a whole year to make it up to her. On another note, from a married man to a newly married man, donât accuse your wife of anything unless youâre a hundred and ten percent sure of it. Otherwise youâll never hear the end of it.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, causing Taehyung to laugh.
âBesides, have you seen Y/N? Sheâs so shy and naive, her own reflection in the mirror must frighten her. I doubt you have anything to worry about, especially after my parentsâ background check. Just enjoy yourself, man, itâs your wedding night,â Taehyung said with a knowing smirk.Â
Obviously ignoring the suggestive comment, Jungkook nodded, finding logic in Taehyungâs other words. Jungkook had never been married, all of this was new to him. But if Taehyung, who had been married for almost a decade, said feelings like this were normal, then maybe he really was just being overly paranoid about the situation. Youâd had a thorough background check done, which revealed nothing, and your personality was quite clear to Jungkook after heâd observed you at the wedding.Â
It was time Jungkook started trying to enjoy this marriage as much as he could. He was going to be stuck with you indefinitely, and constantly being suspicious of you was only going to wear him out, especially since you now had access to the only place he allowed himself to be free of the constantly vigilant and calculating mind that came with being the leader of the Jeons.Â
Jungkook turned to Taehyung, about to thank him for the insight, but the sound of the door opening once again caused the two to shift their gaze to behind them. The sight of the man walking through the doorway immediately had Jungkook wrinkling his nose in distaste while Taehyungâs expression had become a distant neutral. The man didnât seem to mind the reactions if he noticed them, casually strolling deeper into the house until he was standing before the two.Â
âJungkook, Taehyung,â Daehyun nodded, the respectful gesture somehow seeming more disrespectful if anything. He had clearly just come back from the wedding, still wearing his black suit and light brown hair styled back, âyou just got married, yet I see only Taehyung and no bride. Shall I assume the two of you are running away together?â
The tasteless joke was followed by a deep laugh, one that belonged to neither Jungkook nor Taehyung. Instead they just stared at him with an unamused scowl.
âRelax, itâs only a joke,â he shook his head, gaze wandering the place casually, âI doubt your wife and kid would like the thought of that anyway.â
Taehyungâs jaw ticked at Daehyunâs words. Even if he hadnât directly threatened or disrespected them in any way, just the mention of his family from his mouth was enough for Taehyungâs gaze to turn icy.
âCareful Daehyun, youâre standing before two mafia leaders,â Taehyung said, voice low and intimidating, âI would be less casual in our presence if I were you.â
To Taehyung and Jungkookâs dismay, Daehyun simply chuckled, âah yes, but Jungkook and I are cousins. Heâll cut me some slack, wonât he?â
Jungkook didnât answer, even after Daehyun gave his arm a lighthearted punch. Daehyun was the cousin that Jungkook could never be rid of, no matter how badly he wanted to. He was slimy and tactless and everything Jungkook hated rolled into one unbearable being. Having to give him access to his home, his only place of peace, had been one of the hardest things to do. But at the time, Jungkook had had to make sacrifices and this had been one of them.Â
Daehyun, undeterred by his cousinâs lack of response, leaned his arm on Jungkookâs shoulder casually, âcongratulations by the way. When I saw your wifeâs face- god did she look young! Youâre so lucky man, I hope my future wife turns out like that.â
Jungkook grimaced as he suddenly felt the desire to wipe off any remnants of Daehyunâs touch from his suit. Daehyun had attended the same university as Taehyung and Jungkook, yet he had evidently obtained none of the class that they had. Everyday he wondered how the two of them could possibly be related. For the sake of Jungkookâs mental wellbeing, sometimes he liked to imagine Daehyun had actually been adopted and his parents had simply decided not to share that piece of information.Â
âI should get going,â Jungkook said stiffly, brushing his cousinâs arm off his shoulder. He fixed his suit as Daehyung smirked at him, likely thinking of Jungkookâs comment as more suggestive than he had actually meant.Â
Jungkook faced Taehyung to give him a curt nod before he turned and began walking up the stairs, not bothering to use the fawn iron bannisters on either side of him. He could hear Taehyung taking his leave through the front door, dragging a complaining Daehyun behind him to Jungkookâs satisfaction. The sound of the front door shutting had never sounded so delightful.Â
A silence ensued as Jungkook walked through the hallway upstairs, continuing until he paused in front of his bedroomâs door. He couldnât hear any noises coming from inside the room, so, with a light knock against the white and fawn wood, his hand wrapped around the handle to turn it and finally push the door open.Â
The windows displayed an almost set sun, coating the atmosphere in a blanket of dimness. Everything about his bedroom had been changed. His once dark brown and white bed had been switched out for a cream and fawn coloured one, with a bouquet of vibrant red roses sitting atop the fancy and plush duvet, while his black leather couches had been replaced by light cloth ones. The ceiling and walls had been painted white, complimenting the new white and fawn patterned marble floor. His old dresser had also disappeared, a cream coloured dresser twice its size sitting in its place instead.Â
Aside from the drastic changes that had been made to his bedroom, no doubt to signify the change that came with marriage, the first thing Jungkook noticed was the maid who was drawing the curtains closed. The room would have fallen into complete darkness if it werenât for the lamps sitting atop the bedside tables which were emanating a warm light around the space.Â
The second thing he noticed was you, who was sitting timidly on the edge of the bed and facing him. Your fingers were playing awkwardly in front of you while your gaze had been fixed on the floor, but at the sound of the door opening, your head raised to look at Jungkook. The sight of your face once again caught him off guard, the lack of makeup revealing a different side of you.Â
You no longer looked young. Without the innocent look that had been created with the blushes and the eyeliners and the lip glosses, Jungkook could see the mature shape of your eyes and the defined look of your features. You looked your age now, a lot more maturity prominent in your appearance.Â
You were pretty. Jungkook could admit that much now that you didnât resemble a teenager. He wondered why you had done your makeup like that in the first place. Heâd been to many weddings before and none of the brides had been made to look so young. Then again, Taehyung had already told him that, on top of looking innocent and naive, you seemed to dress the part as well.Â
âIs something wrong?â Your soft voice asked, eyes blinking innocently up at him.Â
Jungkook shook his head, motioning for the maid to leave the room. She gave you both a low bow before scurrying out the doorway, making sure to close the door behind her.Â
âNo,â he finally answered. For the first time in a long time he wasnât entirely sure what to do. He wasnât sure if you were expecting anything to happen tonight, or if you even wanted anything to happen for now.Â
His gaze lowered as he mulled over his next actions. You had changed out of your wedding dress into a light pink, mesh lace nightgown that came all the way down to your knees with a silk bow stitched into the centre of your chest, as if your clothes were meant to compensate for the lack of makeup dolling up your features. He almost wanted to raise an eyebrow at you, but you seemed much too fragile to be ridiculed.Â
Alternatively, he decided to take an experimental step in your direction, surveying your reaction closely. He watched your fingers close tighter around the duvet on which you sat, your gaze hesitantly darting everywhere but him. That was answer enough for him to know how far you were ready to take it tonight. So instead, he passed the bed, opting instead to drop onto the couch on the far end of the room. While he was facing you, you had to turn your head to keep him in your sights.Â
âWhat would you like to do now?â He asked you, resting an arm over the back of the couch while he crossed an ankle over his knee.Â
Your gaze dropped to your lap, watching your fingers fidget against each other nervously. It was almost as if having to answer a question like that had you stressed, which again made Jungkook wonder how you had survived growing up in a mafia family. How could you have been this weak?
âI-I donât know,â you squeaked, not able to meet his gaze.Â
Jungkook sighed, turning his head to the side to survey the room. Technically, the two of you could just call it a night and go to sleep. You were clearly too shy to even speak a word to him, and Jungkook had never been one to beg others for things. Only time would tell how well the two of you would get to know each other.Â
But then Jungkookâs gaze dropped to the coffee table in front of him, noticing some sort of gift basket placed in its centre. It was obviously a wedding gift, filled with chocolates, scented candles, roses⌠and some wine and champagne. Jungkook has always been more of a whiskey guy, but right now heâd take just about anything.Â
âWhy donât we have a drink?â He suggested, uncrossing his leg so that he could lean forward and grab the top of the expensive-looking bottle of red wine. He prayed you werenât one of those people that didnât drink, your innocent personality couldnât possibly extend all the way to drinking as well.Â
You paused for a moment, taking in the bottle in Jungkookâs hand, before slowly nodding your head, to Jungkookâs relief.Â
He beckoned you over with his free hand, âcome here.â
You hesitated before slowly pushing yourself off the bed and took small steps towards him. Jungkook waited patiently until you were standing right in front of the couch, hands clasped shyly in front of you while your gaze stayed glued to the floor. He held up the bottle of wine and champagne in front of you, hoping you werenât so dumb that you wouldnât understand the question in his actions. Thankfully you studied the two bottles before a shaky hand raised and tapped against the bottle of champagne.Â
He pushed the bottle in your direction, forcing you to take it in your own hands, before standing up from the couch. The unexpected action seemed to scare you, causing you to immediately take a timid step backwards while you hugged the bottle to your chest. Jungkook had to suppress a tired, and maybe even slightly annoyed sigh, as he manoeuvred past you. He was trying to be patient, but this was becoming ridiculous.Â
âYou get that open while I wash up,â he said to you, pointing at the bottle still pressed to your chest, âokay?â
You nodded slowly, allowing him to turn away from you and walk into the joint bathroom. Once the door was closed behind him he let out the sigh he had suppressed earlier. You really were⌠something. He couldnât believe he had been suspicious of you earlier when you could barely even function properly, much less be any sort of threat. It was irritating, Jungkook felt, to have someone so incompetent for a wife. He wondered if he would have to break you out of that shell. You were the wife of a mafia leader now after all, you had to keep up at least some air of confidence in the presence of others so that you didnât make him look weak.Â
Jungkook walked over to the sink and turned it on, splashing some cold water on his face before he began brushing his teeth. You were far from his ideal type, and he doubted this marriage would ever stem into whatever Taehyung and Chaewon had going on. Hell, he was wondering how the two of you could ever even produce an heir. Youâd probably spontaneously combust if he even tried to touch you. And besides, he didnât really want to touch you if he was being honest. You reminded him too much of a weak and helpless child, which was obviously a huge turn off. He may have been a mafia leader, but he wasnât a complete monster.Â
Jungkook placed his toothbrush into the holder after spitting into the sink, drying himself off with one of the towels hanging near him. He was about to start changing into more comfortable clothes, only getting as far as unbuttoning the first few buttons of his black collar shirt, before a crashing sound rang from the bedroom. In less than a second he had pushed out of the bathroom, immediately scanning the bedroom before him as his hand automatically sought out the gun at his side.Â
It took him a moment to realise the lack of intruders in the room, and then another to take in your completely unharmed form. You were standing with your hands covering your mouth, looking down at the ground. Jungkook followed your gaze to find the champagne bottle rolling along the marble floor, still entirely intact. You had clearly dropped the thing accidentally, causing Jungkook to place his gun back in his waistband.
âIâm s-so sorry,â you squeaked, bending down quickly to pick up the bottle. Suppressing a huff, Jungkook walked over to you to take it from your hands.Â
âHere, let me do it,â he said, taking two of the crystal champagne flutes from the gift basket and placing them on the glass coffee table as he sat himself down on the couch, distantly annoyed at the fact that you couldnât even pour a glass of champagne by yourself. Was this seriously what he was going to have to deal with from now on?
He tipped the bottle, filling both glasses to the brim with the bubbling liquid as you hesitantly sat yourself down on the couch to his left. His gaze fell on you as he was about to offer you one of the flutes, but paused when he noticed the look on your face. For the first time since he met you, you looked almost⌠excited. Usually your eyes would be downturned and focused on the floor, but this time they were fixed on the crystal glasses before you as if you were eager to taste the expensive liquid. Jungkook made a note of it, tucking it into the back of his mind for later.Â
âTake one,â he said as he motioned towards one of the glasses, but to his surprise you hesitantly shook your head. Your expression had turned timid once again, any hint of excitement from earlier entirely gone. He narrowed his eyes at you as he wondered if he had just imagined it. It had barely been there anyway.Â
âI donât drink,â you said in your signature soft tone, not able to meet his gaze. Of course you donât, Jungkook thought irritatedly, god forbid the princess touch a glass of champagne. He knew the thought was immature, but there was no way he was the most immature person in the room at the moment.Â
He pushed himself off the couch, very much aware that his patience was starting to wear thin, âwell then I guess we should call it a night.â
But before he could step towards the bed, your hand shot out, clutching the edge of his sleeve with your fingers. He immediately looked down at your still seated form, a question in his eyes. You had to look away for a moment, seemingly collecting your nerves, before you met his gaze once again.Â
âJust because I donât drink doesnât mean you canât,â you said, âI donât want you not to enjoy yourself because of me. Please stay.â
Jungkook noticed the evident guilt in your eyes as your fingers continued to stay enclosed around the edge of his sleeve. When he didnât move, you hesitantly leaned forward to gently pick up one of the glasses and then slowly presented it to him. His gaze shifted to the glass in your hand, pausing for only a moment, before he took it from you. He let himself sink back onto the couch as he studied you.Â
You continued to sit in your spot on the sofa, posture still timid. Your gaze bounced from one part of the floor to the next, while your expression remained shy. But there was something else lurking behind the expression. If Jungkook focused well enough, he could have sworn the edges of your lips were turned slightly upwards. It was so faint that it might have not even been there, but the more he focused, the more prominent it became to him.Â
A naive part of him might have thought it was from being successful in getting him to stay and have the drink, but the more logical part of him had already latched onto an idea, one that refused to be swept to the side any longer.Â
His gaze lowered to your collarbone, a glint from the heart-shaped necklace resting over your soft skin catching his attention. Unlike earlier, he noticed that the metal heart was actually a locket, and that its two sides were slightly open. It couldnât have been ajar by more than a millimetre, but Jungkook still noted it down in his mind.
His gaze then ascended to your face, still a perfect picture of innocence. Your eyes were widened to resemble a curious doe, while your lips were pulled into a timid line. The hands resting in your lap fumbled with each other shyly, really completing the look.Â
Finally, his gaze dropped to the drink in his hand. He brought it closer to his face, as if he were about to take a sip, before eyeing the expensive liquid. His gaze fixed on the miniscule bubbles that continued travelled from the bottom of the flute to its surface, causing it to sizzle.
Jungkook slowly leaned forward, keeping his eye on his drink as he brought it away from his lips and instead calmly set it down on the coffee table before him. He then easily pushed himself off of the couch, which caused your brows to jump. There was an apparent question in your expression, one you decided to voice out loud.Â
âIs something wrong with the drink?â You asked, voice still soft as your doe eyes looked up at him through your lashes.Â
Ignoring the question, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the coffee table and slowly pushed it forward so that it was farther away from your seated form. The action caused you to blink.Â
âIs everything okay?â You tried again slowly.
But Jungkook then faced you, assessing you for a moment, before he took a few steps in your direction. You had to crane your neck upwards to continue meeting his gaze, his tall form towering over your seated one. This time your brows pulled together, eyes still doe-like, as you continued to question his actions.Â
âJungko-â
Jungkook didnât let you finish. The second you opened your mouth his large hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your neck, slamming your head into the seat of the couch. You squeaked at the sudden violence, immediately clawing at the fingers now enclosed around your throat. But your efforts were nothing in comparison to Jungkookâs iron hold.Â
âJ-Jungkook, youâre h-hurting me!â You let out a choked cry, continuing to put up a weak fight against Jungkook. Tears had already started to coat your eyes and run down your cheeks, but Jungkook ignored them completely. He watched you struggle, fascinated by the way you thrashed around like an animal yet every jab at him was weak and ineffective. There was no sign of the strength he had noticed when you had grabbed onto his bicep earlier, so hard that he was sure it would leave a bruise. It was enough to make him grin.
Jungkook lowered his face so that his lips neared your ear, his body still hovering over your smaller form.Â
âIf you wanted to kill me princess, youâll have to do a better job than that,â he said, voice low. Your eyes widened even further as you continued to struggle against him, making pitiful noises that didnât move him in the slightest.Â
âK-Kill?! What are y-you talking about?!â You continued to choke out as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your hands had moved to his chest, desperately trying to push him away, yet failing miserably in the process. Jungkook tilted his head at your weak plea, eager to hear what other ways youâd beg him to let you go.
 âP-please-â You began, but then cut yourself off abruptly when your tear-filled gaze met his. You must have seen something in his eyes, because he felt your body slacken, no longer desperate to fight him despite his hold on your neck cutting off your lungâs supply of air.Â
Instead you studied him, really studied him. He could see the same calculated look you had used on Taehyung earlier during the wedding. It was as if you were assessing Jungkook, picking out his strengths and weaknesses to figure out how you could use them to your advantage. He watched you weigh options in your head patiently before you finally tilted your head to the side calmly and shot him a look. In response, Jungkook decided to loosen his grip on your throat. He watched you catch your breath for a moment before you spoke.Â
âWell, youâre already smarter than the first one,â you commented, but your voice was entirely different. It was no longer soft and timid, rather it was a lot more deep and confident. He watched your expression change in the same manner. Your once wide and innocent looking eyes narrowed into a more matured look, while your lips straightened into more of a dangerously amused grin than a naive pout.Â
Then he processed your words. The âfirst oneâ had to be your first husband, who Taehyung had explained had been killed on his wedding day. Taehyung had mentioned that a rival gang had been the one to murder him, but the actual one responsible for his death was clear to Jungkook now.Â
âDo you make it a hobby to poison your husbandsâ drinks on their wedding nights?â He asked, hand still wrapped around your throat. He had situated himself between your legs, his own leg pushing one of yours against the back of the couch while his free hand pushed the other down against the seat of the couch. The position ensured you wouldnât be able to kick him, while his body hovering over your own seemed to take care of the rest of you. You were smart enough not to try anything anyway, knowing Jungkookâs strength was incomparable to yours.
You shrugged, panting at the limited oxygen entering your lungs, âgolf just wasnât cutting it for me anymore.â
âGolf? How can a weak and helpless girl like you play such a sport?â Jungkook couldnât help but quip, bordering on mocking you. It only made you grin, clearly no hint of offence in your expression.Â
He studied your nonchalant demeanour curiously. You had tried to kill him, and he should send your head back to your fatherâs doorstep for it. And yet, you couldnât have looked any less composed with his hand around your neck. Either you were a complete idiot, which seemed much less likely now that he was starting to see your real character, or you believed you had the upper hand in this situation.Â
âYouâre quite calm for someone I should have killed,â he noted, meaning for it to be a threat. But once again you didnât seem deterred. In fact, the comment seemed to amuse you even more.Â
âJust because you should have me killed doesnât mean youâll actually have me killed.â
Jungkookâs brow raised, finding an opportunity to prod you further, âand why wonât I have you killed? Your father sent you here to kill me under the pretence of an alliance. I should start a war for this.â
You nodded, âbut you see, my father did send me here to form an alliance. The whole killing you idea was all mine.â
Jungkook scoffed at the lame attempt at a lie, âyou expect me to believe that?â
But you scoffed as well, meeting his gaze just as vehemently. It was an odd sight considering you had spent the entire day trying to make yourself small and avoiding his gaze. Yet here you were now, eyes ablaze like a thrashing fire. Not a spontaneously violent fire either, no Jungkook could very easily handle that. You were more like an electrical fire. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he had to be cautious around you, and that trusting any word that came out of your mouth was dangerous.Â
âProve it then,â he challenged, tightening his hold on your neck for a moment to remind you of your vulnerability.Â
âI donât need to prove anything,â you said, a hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, âjust go ahead and mention to my father that Iâm not a complete airhead thatâs afraid of her own shadow. Heâll laugh in your face and call you a moron.â
The revelation that your father was just as clueless about your true self as everyone else only confirmed his initial thoughts. It also proved he couldnât have trusted you to carry out an assassination attempt, meaning your father really did genuinely want an alliance with the Jeons. That was perfect, because Jungkook had certain plans that relied on this partnership. It was a relief that they hadnât gone to waste.
âIf it wasnât your fatherâs idea, then why did you poison my drink?â He asked with a raised brow.Â
Silence filled the room following his question, one that allowed you both to hear the sounds of the wall clock. He got the feeling that you were contemplating something once again, planning out your next move.
Then you squirmed underneath him, seemingly getting comfortable, but Jungkook knew better than to believe whatever you appeared as. The second your hand went for the gun wedged in his waistband, he grabbed your wrist, pining it against the couch, while the hand that had been around your throat pulled out the matte black weapon. He slowly brought it to your temple with an amused grin.
âIf you wanted it so badly, you could have just asked,â he taunted, bringing the gun down so that its barrel lifted your chin, ânow, I asked a question princess.â
You huffed, your amusement finally falling to give him a half-hearted glare.
âI want a divorce.â
Jungkook couldnât help the laugh that sounded from his lips at your straightforwardness. You just tried to kill him, it didnât take a genius to work out that you werenât a fan of this marriage and wanted out of it.Â
It was an arranged marriage after all, and even though all arranged marriages didnât equal a forced marriage, technically he couldnât be certain that this marriage was of your own choice or not. For all he knew, you had some secret lover waiting for you back home, your marriage with Jungkook coming between the star crossed romance. The thought made his jaw tick. He was far from in love with you, but Jungkook tended to be territorial about what was his. And you were his wife at the moment.Â
You, on the other hand, seemed surprised by his reaction, as if it was the last thing you expected him to do.
âI mean you obviously want one now too, right?â You asked with your brows furrowed.
Jungkook didnât respond, and that only seemed to make you more agitated.
âIâm not the wife that you want. You clearly canât stand me when I have my ditzy front pulled up and you canât trust me when I donât.â
Although the points that you were making were true, there was one important factor you were missing, and that was the alliance between the Jeons and the Lees. Jungkook needed this alliance to, at the very least make himself seem like, he was more powerful than the Parks and the Mins. And with their recent moves -with what he saw at the docks just last night- he needed this alliance now more than ever. So while he normally would have had you executed and then sent your head to your fatherâs doorstep for your little assassination attempt, this time he was going to have to sweep his pride to the side.
Jungkook placed his free hand next to your head as he pushed himself up, choosing instead to stay standing in front of the sofa. His intense gaze dropped to your still form while his gun hung from his fingers firmly.Â
âNo,â he finally said, causing your brows to jump.Â
You quickly pushed yourself off the couch to stand just as he was, but Jungkook didnât move. With the sofa right behind you, barring you from taking a few steps back, that left you and him standing dangerously close to each other. The bow from your nightgown pressed against his partly unbuttoned black collar shirt, while its edge grazed his dress pants. Jungkook could feel the heat of your breath raise goosebumps from his exposed collarbone.Â
âWhy not? Iâm not the wife that you want.â
He smiled at the bite in your words, finding your frustration amusing, âyouâve got it all wrong. I simply wanted a wife to make the Lees allies, nothing more.â
Like a fire set alight, your eyes flashed in anger, âI wonât change. Iâll still be your idiot wife that will make you look weak.â
It was true that most wives of mafia leaders were strong and confident beings, symbols of their husbandsâ power, and that having a wife like you may be a slightly risky choice. But Jungkook was sure his carefully established reputation could take the hit. Besides, although you might make him look weak, your marriage with him would make him far from actually weak.Â
âYou think divorcing you wonât make me look weak?â Jungkook decided to say, unsure of if he was saying it to play with you more or to make sure you donât believe your threats are inconveniencing him, âyouâve fooled everyone with your ditzy facade. A divorce will make them think I wasnât able to tame a naive girl. You think people will accept me as a leader then?â
You didnât react to the point, giving him the feeling that you might have already known that might pose an issue for him. Perhaps you thought his reputation could take the hit? When Jungkook really thought about it, it probably could have. Heâd worked hard to be both feared and respected for years, a divorce like this, while questionable in the eyes of the people under him, could have been pushed under the rug given time. But the alliance was too important to him.Â
And that was something he needed to make sure you knew.Â
âThat means you will continue to be my wife,â he settled, lowering his gaze so that it met yours with unwavering finality, âso youâll continue to act like it.â
Jungkook felt his voice naturally lower, a hint of a threat evident in his tone, âlisten to me well, Y/N. I donât care if you act like the dumbest woman on Earth or the most sultry. Regardless, what you will act like is my wife. When weâre outside of this bedroom, we will laugh together, we will hug each other, and we will do whatever other damn thing married couples do so that no one doubts this relationship.â
âAnd if I donât?â You bit, the speed of your reply making his jaw tick.Â
âIf you donât, you can stay locked in this bedroom until you learn how to behave. Understood?â
Your rage couldnât have been more prominent, with a fierce glare burning right through him and a pair of fisted hands at your sides. Yet Jungkook ignored it all, instead meeting your gaze coolly as he waited for your confirmation.Â
It took a long moment to come, so long that Jungkook thought it wasnât going to come at all. But eventually he noticed you nod your head. It was barely a movement, your head tipping down slightly before resuming its earlier place, but it was enough for him despite your unwavering glare.Â
He finally took a few steps back, thrusting the barrel of his gun once again into the waistband of his pants. Your angry form, on the other hand, didnât move, opting instead to stand perfectly still despite your calves pressing into the sofa behind you. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen onto his forehead away from his face.
âGood, then weâre done here.â
He finally turned away from you, eyeing the door on his left intently. But before he could move towards it, your words made him pause.
âI just tried to kill you,â you commented before he turned to question its randomness. He found you sitting on the sofa once again, an eerily thoughtful look lurking behind your rage-filled eyes, âhow will you know I wonât do it again?â
Jungkook tilted his head in response.Â
âYou can try all you want, princess,â he said, liking the feeling of that nickname on his tongue more and more. It was almost addicting, âbut you wonât succeed.â
Then his lips curled into a sly smirk, âafter all, what kind of husband would I be if I barred my wife from her hobbies?â
He was able to just barely catch the roll of your eyes before he turned and pushed through the door he had been eyeing earlier, his hands automatically locking it behind him as he casually surveyed his office. The room had been spared from the new gleaming white and fawn furniture which had taken over his bedroom. Instead, it was filled with familiar dark brown.
Refined dark oak wood shelves and cabinets lined the walls except for the wall behind his large desk, which was made up entirely of a bookshelf filled to the brim with various hardcovers. For the sake of matching with the rest of the house, the marble floor had been done a light fawn colour, while another wall was made up of bulletproof glass, its centre having the ability to slide open to reveal a decent sized balcony.Â
Jungkook shrugged off his blazer as he made his way to his desk, laying the piece of cloth over the back of his black leather chair, before he opened the glass cabinet behind it. He didnât need to think much as his fingers expertly curled around an expensive bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass. Before he knew it, he found himself standing outside on his balcony overlooking his estate, one hand holding the crystal glass filled halfway with light brown liquid while the other clutched the iron railing.Â
His gaze bounced around his estate for a peaceful moment as he took a sip from his glass, taking in the expanse of the luscious green field bordering the neatly done driveway despite the darkness of the night. In its centre was an intricately designed white fountain spewing water in four different directions, but all of which emptied systematically into the white basin at its base. The estate itself stretched for metres, the gates enclosing the space barely visible from where he was standing. Jungkookâs thoughts bounced around his head just as quickly as his gaze.Â
What a day it had been. At first, youâd been a complete idiot, one that had irritated him to no extent with your doe eyes and evident shyness.Â
But then you had turned out to be an entirely different species, far from the innocent and ditzy girl heâd labelled you as. You were cunning and feisty and seemingly very much ready for a divorce.Â
Jungkook felt the corners of his lips pull upwards into a grin as he took another sip of his whisky.
You were quite the enigma.
But he was going to enjoy the challenge. Â
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Driven 2 U
Pairing: Rich! Reader x Mechanic! Jungkook
Word Count: 5.2k
Notes: am i back from the dead??
Content Warning: reader is a bit spoiled but she can't help it!, ft manager! yoongi, jk is so whipped, fluff, car troubles, reader is a bad driver, kissing, witty jk, some smut, pining, mentionsn of ex boyfriends, dirty hands, flowers, reader is a bit oblivious, mention of death, jungkook is delusional just like us.
Other Content: making out, late-night rendezvous, choking, semi-public sex, they're both so desperate, marking, soft dom! jk, light hair pulling, oral sex (f! receiving), cute conversations in between, praise.
The sun beamed down gently between the spaces of the clouds that littered the otherwise bright blue sky. Your Chanel sunglasses framed your face perfectly and your arm rested on the ledge of the window as you steered with the other. The air was sweeter, the flowers were in full bloom and the grass seemed greener.
The world always seemed so much more colourful when you had a hair appointment ahead of you. "I swear this is your third hair appointment this month." Yerin's voice rings through your aux, judgy as always, but you love her for it. She's been your best friend since you could walk, if anyone was gonna call you out it was gonna be her--it could only be her. You didn't listen to anyone else.
Especially not your overprotective dad, who kept nagging you to get your engine checked since that little light kept flashing at you. You didn't see the point. You thought of yourself as a pretty good driver even though all of your passengers often fled the moment you parked, swearing to never get in a car with you again, but they always came back.
"Yeah? What's your point? These roots aren't gonna touch up themselves." Your car began to jolt, "Uhh-" You trailed off, looking down to your dashboard and scanning for a source of the issue, "What?" Yerin asks and you quickly begin to lose speed. \
Turning on your four-ways you begin to pull over on the side of the road, "My engine light is flashing red and there's smoke coming out from my hood, is that bad?" Yerin doesn't say anything, there's silence in the car until she exhales, "You need to take your car to a mechanic like yesterday."
"-But I can't take it to Wheely's, that's where Jae used to take me whenever my car needed work." This time Yerin made sure you could hear her distress with an extra long sigh, "You guys broke up almost 6 months ago, I doubt they remember you. It's not like they'll refuse service because you broke up with one of their customers."
"Okay fine. You're lucky it's close, I'll just drive-" Before your hand could even make contact with the clutch, you're interrupted by a shout, "Do not even think about moving that car, Y/n. You'll completely kill the engine. Just call a tow truck. As a matter of fact, I'll call one for you."
That brings you to where you are right now. The passenger seat of a high-rimmed tow truck with a rugged driver. He seemed miserable to you at first, hooking your car up with a lot of grunts and 'tsks' slipping through clenched teeth until he really looked at you, eyes looking you up then down, taking in your very wealthy attire.
Suddenly small talk and friendly conversation were being made. With a rocky abruption, you bounced in your seat as the truck pulled into the back alley of the shop where there were lots of other damaged cars sitting around.
You thanked him and tipped him one hundred dollars. You clearly had no general comprehension of the value of a dollar, not when it comes to tipping at least.
You stood off to the side of the open garage, against the wall, waiting for the driver to come back after he'd gone inside to notify the mechanics that your car would need to be manually rolled in.
"You're still rolling in this piece of junk, Scooter?" A voice catches your attention two more men walk out of the garage alongside the driver. It seems the driver was known as Scooter around here though you doubt that's his real name.
"Hey, you better watch it, ol'Ruby here may be a bit aged but she's got character." Scooter taps the hood of the rusty pick-up truck while the two men stand in front of him with their arms crossed, one with mint hair and the other with dark locks; both of their backs facing you, yet to notice you were standing there.
"A bit aged? I'm certain Julius Cesar could identify it." The mint-haired man jokes and the brunette laughs while Scooter rolls his eyes.
Scooter waves you over, cueing the two men to look over their shoulders, a bit shocked they hadn't noticed you standing there earlier. "This is Yoongi and Jungkook, they'll be overseeing your repairs." They finally turned and Yoongi hardly got a full glance at you before his gaze was fixated on the man beside him who couldn't look away.
Unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you but you're fairly certain you'd seen them both before. Maybe not for long as you'd only ever been at the mechanics for a few short moments while Jae dropped off your car and switched into his.
Eyes wide and alert, you resembled a deer in headlights, unable to hold the soft gaze that was being sent your way. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," Yoongi reassures while Scooter gets back in his truck and pulls out.
"We need to roll it in, Jungkook and I are going to push from behind the car. Do you mind getting in the front and just steering to make sure to aim for the inside of the garage? Try to get it between the two pylons." Yoongie points into the garage where there are two markers a few meters apart.
Agreeing, you're just about to get back into the front seat when your phone rings. Both men were already in position, strong arms bracing the trunk and hunched over slightly, legs split apart, ready to bear the force back into the ground with each push, but you answered the phone instead.
Yoongi's brow arched while Jungkook just watched you.
"Y/n speaking."
It was your hairdresser, calling to see if you were still on your way as expected. Your heart sunk, you'd nearly forgotten ever since your car committed suicide and then Yerin was yelling at you.
"I'm so sorry- my car broke down and--" The boys listen intently, nosey as always. It wasn't often they had someone so interesting stroll into their quarters in the middle of the week.
"Yes, I know you're very busy and I would never want to waste your time--" You start but she interrupts you again. "No! Please don't put me on the waitlist I'll be there. I'm coming!" Hastily you get into the driver's seat and steer it in with the guys pushing behind you.
You got out nervously panicking, scrolling through all your contacts for someone to give you a ride. "Something wrong?" Jungkook couldn't help himself. He had to ask, even though he knew the answer.
"I have a hair appointment and she'd booked through for the next three months and if I'm not there in the next 15 minutes she's giving my spot away." Jungkook just stood there, while Yoongi worked on elevating the car.
Not a thought behind his eyes at your worries. You were in your own world for that to be your biggest concern but he tried to understand. "Why not get a Lyft?"
"Ew," Your hand clasps over your mouth almost immediately. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that--or to offend you-" Now Jungkook seemed taken aback, "Why would that offend me?" Your mouth gapes open like a fish before finally shutting.
"I'm just saying, the choice is yours. You can either get a Lyft or call the b-b-bus." He puts on a horrified expression as he chops up the last word to get it through to you. The result on your face was priceless.
"How about you give me a ride? I'll pay you." He stills, straightening his posture while his brows contorted, evidently confused. Even though Yoongi was on the opposite side of the car, crouched down on one knee, he too was confused. That wasn't an option. Jungkook is in full uniform, on the clock.
Does he get ahead of himself sometimes? Yes. The kid's got a big heart but he's not crazy, there's no way he would- "I'll get my keys." Yoongi lets his head fall in disappointment.
Jungkook led you around the back of the building then outside to the lot where he was parked and you turned to him blankly. "Which one is yours?" He unlocks the car as an answer, the headlights flashing at you. Quick on your heels you pivot to face him.
"This is your car?" Your acrylic points to the grey polished, sleek sports car that had the two doors opening on their own. "Not too shabby for the working class, huh?" He quips and you swat at his arm.
"I already said I was sorry about the Lyft thing, will you just let it go already? He snorts at how flustered you're getting, "Already? That was literally 60 seconds ago." You pout and get into the car, avoiding any further conversation.
His car smelled good, like really good. You found yourself taking deeper breaths than usual. It was hard to describe the smell but if you tried you would describe it as a bold yet comforting aroma, it almost reminded you of a man's cologne but mixed with the fresh scent of smoked leather. Sweet but musky.
"Leave some air for me." Jungkook jokes and your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, he pulls out of the lot and heads for the address you gave him. "Just hurry up." You slouch back into the seat hoping the chair would consume you.
"You do realize you're basically in a Lyft right now." Jungkook points out as the ending revs and the car accelerates, cutting up traffic, one hand on the wheel and the other out the window, just like you.
You ignored how attractive his driving was and zeroed in on the topic at hand. "No, this is different. I personally hired you, for the next..." You lean forward to see the GPS and the remaining time to your location, "6 minutes, you're my personal chauffeur." He just had to laugh, all those times he saw you with Jae, he'd always wondered what you'd be like.
He never would've guessed you be so full of...you. But it would be one hell of a lie if he said it didn't add to your appeal. He was no longer in dangerous waters, no no. The moment he accepted your proposition, he'd thrown himself into shark-infested waves with a pressuring current, destined to pull him to the bottom.
Jungkook pulled up to the side of the salon and you hurried got out. "Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate it; oh and take care of my car!" You smile from outside the window looking in, about to leave when you reach for your phone and hand it to him.
His heart leaps from his chest. That's it? So easy? He lags for a moment, staring at your arm that was outstretched to him. "So you can tell me when my car is ready."
Oh.
"OH. Yeah. Of course." he enters in his information before handing it back to you, and the sight of your bouncy steps in your high heels and sunglasses is the last he sees of you before he makes his way back to the shop.
-
Walking into the garage he picks up an oil cloth that he knows he'll need soon. Startled, Jungkook's hand grabs his chest as Yoongi pops up from behind the car, the opened trunk shielding him from sight before. Grease-covered hands and stained attire are what he notices before his displeased expression.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't get in the front seat and back this car over you." He threatens, not a smile in sight except for the big one that spreads across Jungkook's apologetic face. "Because I'll work overtime for a week, unpaid."
Yoongi taps the wrench in his palm, thinking about it. "You were on the clock, Jeon. Make it two."
"Deal."
The two round the car to the open hood to get a better look at the engine. "Was it at least worth it? I know you've had your eyes on her since she first came in with that guy like two years ago."
"She's funny and she's beautiful. It's so over for me." Yoongi chuckles, reaching his hand into the hood, and starting the repairs. "Just ask her out, I don't see what the big deal is." He shrugs and Jungkook's head slowly turns, "This could be the love of my life, Yoongi. One wrong move and I lose my one chance, all my greatest dreams and aspirations-" Yoongi playfully closes the hood on Jungkooks fingers to shut him up.
"Alright Shakespeare, now help me get this engine out."
--
A week goes by when you are flipping through a magazine, 'What's the perfect job for you' the letters read and surprise surprise you got a model. You smiled as you placed the magazine back down on the craft services table as the photographer called you over to the center to resume the shoot.
This was for the cover of Serpahine, thankfully you weren't as nervous this time around as you were three years ago when it was your first time.
You'd been in the modelling world for a few years now, you got into it on a whim not expecting to really go anywhere with it, but the people loved you. You were only 19 when you went to your first shoot for a local retail store, fast forward six years and you'd actually driven past a billboard with your face on it this morning.
Once the shoot was done you finally reconnected with your beloved phone and saw there was a message from an unsaved number. "Your car is ready for pick up." Ah, finally.
You were sick of carpooling and hiring drivers this week, all you wanted was to finally get back behind the wheel of your own car.
The evening hadn't escaped you just yet. The sun was still out but slowly setting and casting an orange hue as you got out of the car in front of Wheeley's and dismissed them.
You could already see Jungkook from where you stood outside of the garage. Leant over the hood of another car, sleeves rolled up and tattoos on display. Just when he couldn't get any hotter.
You knocked on the wall, not sure if you could enter. He looks up with a glance before doing an immediate double take and stands to his full height. He welcomes you with a soft smile and gestures you over.
You approached him slowly, the last thing you wanted was to eat shit and land on the greasy floors in front of him.
The closer you got, the more intense his gaze became, "Wow, you look amazing." Jungkook compliments almost speechless. It was like you'd gotten even prettier from the last time he'd seen you.
Instinctively, you play with the chain of your white gold orchid necklace. It was just something you did when you were flattered or shy, in this case, a bit of both.
"Ahem." Neither of you had any idea where Yoongi had come from but he spawned and reminded Jungkook to stay focused before he vanished back into his office.
"Right. So. We assessed the damage to your engine, and the overheating engine caused the gasket to blow, causing the coolant and the oil to start mixing which is very bad." You could tell he was dumbing down the words for you and you had to stop yourself from chewing on your lower lip as he talked.
He's so hot when he talks about cars and stuff. "Are you following?" What? You thought you were doing such a good job of listening. He continued to explain what had been done and import fees and blah blah blah.
You weren't listening to a damn thing he was saying and Jungkook could tell. If he was being honest, he was hardly listening to himself, brain so warped on the fact that this was probably the last time he'd see you for a long time.
He walked you over to the register, "With the coverage you get from guardian auto insurance it reduces your initial price from 2,785.61 to 875.50." You blinked, guardian auto insurance. You had no memory of buying that, which is why you assumed your dad did and thank god for that.
Not that you couldn't afford the initial price but who would want to spend money on boring car stuff when they could go shopping? You paid and then remembered something.
"Here's your tip, for the Lyft." You smile handing him a hundred-dollar bill and he just smiles, not reaching for the money. "Aren't you gonna take it?" He shakes his head. "The car did all the work, all I did was steer. Besides, if I were you, I'd consider putting my money towards a better car."
Your hand falters, and you pout. "What's wrong with my Magma GRT?"
"I hate to say it, but this is the worst car money can buy. I see about three of these every week. For starters, the engineering of it is shit, it makes our job ten times harder. Not to mention it was wired by preschoolers, the batteries are cheap and I can guarantee you, your transmission is gonna blow sometime in the next year."
You stood there, jaw dropped.
"That's not true." You argue, feeling defensive over your sweet baby.
Jungkook guides you over to the hood of the car he had just been working on. "I'll take everything back if you can show me where the engine is."
You stood there for a solid minute, really giving it hard thought. "It's right here." You hold up the middle finger in front of his face before walking away and he laughs taking long strides to catch up to your furious pace.
"Where is my car, anyway?" Jungkook leads you around the back where the completed cars sit with a ticket on the windshield. He watched you excitedly hop into the driver's seat and run your hands over the wheel, then touching the fuzzy orchids that hung from your mirror.
You started it up and she sounded better than ever. You got out and fought the urge to do a little dance but you lost. It was cute, adorable really. "Thank you!" Without even thinking you placed a quick peck on his cheek before you returned to your car, honking at him twice before you sped off.
His fingers lightly grazed the cheek your lips had just met. His vision started to blur, he was about to faint. And then the doom settled in his stomach, you were gone.
--
"Let's take 5 everyone. Y/n, a minute." The head photographer calls you over. "What's going on? You seem out of it, and you can't be out of it. Not until this shoot is done, at least. I've got bills to pay too."
It's been a few weeks since you'd gotten your car fixed but now everything else felt broken. Suddenly a new outfit didn't put a smile on your face, and the buzz you got from a night out at the bar didn't compare to the flames you felt with the few moments you had with that pretty mechanic.
You shake away the thoughts and apologize, reassuring him that you'd get your head back in the game.
--
It's been a month.
He hasn't texted you, which isn't crazy considering you gave him your number for repair purposes only. Though it did make you sad to know he ignored the resource he had to contact you. Then again the phone did work both ways.
You were spiralling, just a tad.
Besides, you didn't want to text him, you needed to see him, but you can't just show up to a mechanic for no reason...
You paced around your room until your gaze landed on your car keys.
You shake your head.
No.
That's crazy.
You grab the keys anyway.
After a quick Google search, you concluded that this evening you would be making an impromptu trip to the gas station. Your tank holds about 30 liters so you pumped it with 35.
Once you got back in the car, just as Google said, your check engine light was on. At least this time it wasn't red.
"Oh no, looks like I've gotta get a check-up."
-
You pulled onto the lot with a mischievous grin, you weren't sure how you were going to pull this off but you had to.
Parking outside the open garage, you locked the car before walking in, looking around for any signs of anyone but it was empty--
"Back so soon?" You turn, face to face with the same face you'd been wanting to see for weeks. "Well yeah, I-"
The loud engine of that familiar tow truck came roaring up the driveway. A loud horn caught your attention. "Come on Jeon, roadside call ain't gonna solve itself!" Scooter shouts and Jungkook visibly gulps, looking between the two of you with a panicked gaze.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. Yoongi is in his office, he can help you."
Your shoulders slumped and your pout was prominent. Let this be the first and last time you ever stuck your neck out for a man.
-
A few days had passed when Jungkook sent you the invoice for your repairs. Your eyes analyzed the familiar statement of reduction showing that Guardian Auto Insurance saved you another 600 dollars.
You sighed.
You completed the transaction online and made sure to avoid him at all costs when you picked up your car. Unable to face him after he had blown you off. Even though you know it wasn't intentional, it was still humiliating.
The following weeks may not have been anything special for you but were most certainly eventful for Yerin. "I warned you not to dance on top of that bar." You joke as you walk Yerin out of the emergency room with a slight hangover while she has a cast on her left arm.
After driving her back to her place, not a silent ride at that, even on three different pain killers she was still whining about this curb and that curb, 'watch out for that pedestrian' she would yell as if you didn't have eyes.
"How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow." She sulks, resting her cast on a nearby couch cushion. "I can take you." You offer and she glares, "I guess I wasn't clear. I need to make it in one piece." You rolled your eyes.
"I'll just take my car, driving with one hand can't be that hard." She shrugs.
"It's not, but you're not left-handed. It's a bad idea." You warn but she is more stubborn than you are.
-
It was only around 10 am the following morning when you received a message from Yerin. She attached an image of her car, it looked normal aside from the missing side mirror.
Oh boy.
'I told you so.' You send her and she replies with a middle finger.
'Now it's your turn to go to Wheeley's and make sure to use your guardian auto insurance. Saves a ton.'
She gives you a thumbs up.
Talking about that shop made your mind wander. You wonder how Jungkook was doing. It's been a while since you last saw him. Sometimes you regret not sticking around for him to come back, or even avoiding him to pick up your car.
But maybe this was for the best.
Besides, you were just a customer. One of many. You're sure he's forgotten all about you.
-
Your phone buzzes once, then twice, pulling you out of the realm of peace and tranquillity that your nap had rolled you into. You'd fallen asleep on the couch while reruns of your favourite movie passed by on your screen. "Hello?"
"Guardian Auto Insurance my ass. I was charged $450. I asked Yoongi to double check and he said apparently that doesn't even exist." Slowly sitting up, you try to make sense of it.
How's that possible? If it doesn't exist then who made it up?-
Oh shit.
You quickly finish the call with Yerin, and check the time. The shop would close in about an hour, you had little time to get ready before you made your way there.
Pulling into the driveway so late at night made your headlights seem like spotlights, bouncing off every reflective surface in sight. Catching Jungkook's attention as he wasn't expecting anyone this late at night.
In his fitted jumpsuit, he watched the car pull up closer to the garage, shining the bright light in his face until the engine was shut off. He'd seen this car hundreds of times. He couldn't get his hopes up, but the second your red bottoms hit the concrete his heart was pounding.
You were headed right towards him.
You looked angry- no, upset, no-
"When were you gonna tell me that there's really no Guardian Auto Insurance and that you've been covering 80% of my costs out of your own pocket?" You definitely sounded angry but your gaze seemed... soft.
You stopped right in front of him, face to face. Your breathing was heavy and your brows furrowed as your eyes danced between both of his deep brown, apologetic ones. "I-"
"Just shut up." Grabbing a gentle hold of his cheeks in your hands, you pulled his lips down to meet yours. It took Jungkook a second to process what was going on but once his brain caught up, so did his hands.
He held you securely at the waist, tugging you into him until your front was against his and he worked his tongue with yours. Your heads tilted slightly to deepen the kiss.
You always knew he'd be a great kisser, but this was taking your breath away. Literally. You pulled away from him, lungs reaching for a much-needed dose of oxygen while Jungkook did the same. His gaze was much darker.
"You and this stupid uniform. I want to finally see what's underneath-" Reaching for his buttons, you're able to get the first four undone with a few stray kisses to his neck that send Jungkook absolutely reeling. A soft moan escapes him before he pulls back.
"Wait. Wait, I have something for you." He disappears into one of the offices before coming back with a bouquet of orchids. Your gasp is genuine.
"Yoongi said a friend of yours was in the shop earlier and I'd already been thinking about you non-stop so I just took it as a sign to reach out. I was actually going to bring these to you later once the shop closed. I noticed you had orchids on your necklace and in your car so I just thought you'd like them." You give them a sniff. "I love them. They were actually my mom's favourite flower before she passed."
He frowns, "I'm sorry to hear that," you give him a sad smile, "Thank you, it means a lot. Really. But we can talk about that later," You place the flowers behind you on the trunk of the car. Jungkook grins.
"You're very direct aren't you." You shrug. "You'll get used to it."
He walks up to you, looking down at you with the six inches his head carried over yours. "Oh, will I?" You nod with unwavering confidence. "Unless you can't handle it-" A big, gentle hand is placed around your neck, no pressure applied until he speaks, "I'm not the one who needs to be worried about."
With that said he slowly sinks himself to his knees, big hands reaching under your ruffled skirt, taking two handfuls of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You gasp as you feel him slowly drag a finger along the soaked fabric of your panties.
"Please, Jungkook." The harmonious sound of you begging rattled him to his core. With no self-restraint, he would do anything you asked. "Don't worry princess, I've got you. Gonna take good care of you." he pulls down the only thing keeping him from your soaked cunt and a low growl rumbles in his chest at the sight.
He helps you to step out of your panties with your heels still on, he couldn't let your bare feet touch the floors. You open your hand for the garment but you roll your eyes at the sight of him pocketing them in his uniform. You already know you'll never see them again and you accept it.
He has you bunch up your skirt around your waist for better sight. Smoothly he places one leg over his shoulder while your body rests against the trunk of the car. The grip he holds on your left thigh is tight enough to make your brain spin and surely marks will follow.
"See. I always knew I'd have you on your knees for me one d-AY. Oh fuck!" Jungkook can't be bothered to bark back at you not when he has an insatiable appetite and a full meal right in front of him.
His jaw worked itself as he lapped up at your center. Tongue long and warm, licking every square inch of you until you couldn't take it, hands reaching desperately for his hair and he groaned.
Once he finally had you where he wanted you, reduced to nothing but begs and whimpers, he allowed his tongue to flick over your clit repeatedly, until he felt half of your body weight fall onto his right shoulder for a moment.
You could hardly even keep yourself up. He was going to make sure you remembered this. "Oh shit! P-please Jungkook. M'So close." He groans, his right hand pressing down on the solid bulge in his pants for a little relief.
Your slick was running down his chin, some even down the sides of his neck as he worked you with his tongue. Writhing nonstop, though this wouldn't be an issue if he had a better environment. He'd have you pinned and unable to run from him.
To finish you off he let his teeth graze so lightly over your clit, you almost wouldn't feel it had he not heightened your senses to such an extreme with his intricate pussy eating.
You came with his name falling off your lips.
Your face turns beet red as he tells you to look down at the mess you made on the ground below you. "What were you saying earlier? Something about me being on my knees for you-"
"Just fuck me already." Jungkook stands back up to his full height, clicking his tongue with tsk' sounds. "I pay for your repairs, I buy you flowers, I make you cum and this is how you talk to me? Where are your manners." Jungkook adjusts your skirt so it's back in place and he picks you up to sit on the trunk.
"Besides. I'm not fucking you in here. I wanna take you out first." You smile at that, "Finally, a smile." He remarks, and your body limps forward naturally, your arms wrapping around his neck while your head settles in the crook of his neck and your eyes flutter shut. You ignore his previous statement until he whispers in your ears. "You do realize the garage was open this whole time, and anyone who drove by got a front-row show?" Your eyes shoot open.
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warnings: vèry lĂłng, hĂghly 18+ thèmès, èxplĂŻcĂŻt smĂźt/sèx, ĂşnprĂłtèctèd sèx, chèåtĂng, gĂłrè, mĂşrdèr, prègnĂĄncy, lĂ´nlĂness, èxplĂŻcĂŻt vĂĂślèncè, blóód, yĂĄndèrè chĂĄrĂ ctès, bĂśrdèrlĂnè cĂłffèè Ă ddĂŻctĂŻĂśn, dĂ rk jĂźngkóók.
pairing: yandere police officer jungkook x fem!Barista reader
genre: strictly 18+ killer fic, rated M, Gore, thriller and erotica
word count: 6,000
note. My fingers have been hurting so much these days because Iâve been dedicating a lot of time to writing this. I started this draft on October 14 and now I have finally finished it today and I wanted to publish this because I have worked hard on this so much Iâve done a lot of extensive research so please guys like it and re-blog it. This is worth a read I promise please please send feedback and let me know what you think because I really need it.
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This case in particular is brutal.
As Jungkook sits in his office space, heâs looking at the latest crime scene pictures. And they are brutal, the manâs throat is literally spilling out, tongue cut off.
Thereâs so much blood.
Seodaemun-gu is particularly cold, and heâs been working overtime, as an inspector heâs been pretty busy thanks to a psychotic serial killer whoâs been targeting a lot of men lately
This is the 17th victim.
Jungkooks been trying to piece the puzzle together, he picks up the warm cup of coffee and gulps down another sip, his furrows his eyebrows, he knows that itâs just one person doing all of these killings.
The pattern of killing is too similar, the gore, the marks, the method.
There is a familiar drug found in every single one of the victims bodies.
âFuck.â He curses as he drops the pictures on the table, he needs to catch the killer before itâs too late, it is too late anyways.
October isnât so kind this year, it is harshly cold. And this case has his whole attention. âIâll catch you, psycho.â He mutters under his breath.
He will catch the psycho before Halloween.
Jungkooks grip on his cup tightens. He will make this killer pay. Just as heâs staring at the pictures again, his phone rings.
He sighs, averting his gaze to his phone as he picks it up, a small smile playing on his face. âHey baby!!!â He grins speaking into the phone.
He loves his girlfriend so much. Sheâs the only thing that is making him happy these days.
âHey koo!â as she greets him back, he cannot stop smiling, âahh so are we still on for tonight?â He asks slyly, she makes him so happy.
There is a silence for a few seconds, but he waits patiently for her response, Jungkook holds the phone up his ear, waiting.
âOh⌠sorry baby but no, Iâm kinda busy tonight. You know this assignment is keeping me up all night. I canât Iâm so sorry.â
His smile falters.
âU-Uh..â
This is the third time.
âUmm itâs okay.â he replies, playing it cool but honestly, heâs a little upset because sheâs been doing everything but spending time with him and heâs the one trying to solve a fucking murder case.
âDonât be upset koo⌠I swear Iâll make it up to you.â He sighs. âItâs okay baby. IâŚunderstand.â Jungkook knows thereâs no point in arguing.
He just misses her.
After talking to her for a few minutes, he finally ends the call. Itâs time he refocuses on the case.
What he should be focusing on right now is catching the killer
And not the fact that his girlfriend is literally ignoring him for the past days, heâs barely seen her face this month, itâs bothering him, but he cannot afford to be distracted right now.
There cannot be an 18th victim.
He wonât let it happen.
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Itâs lonely
But at least now he gets to go to his favorite coffee shop and drink, coffee in peace while staring out at the view, honestly speaking the view isnât that special but jungkook likes to have some free time to himself just so he can reconnect with the world.
he enters the coffee shop, the bells above jingle as the door opens, itâs not too crowded today which is a good thing because the less the crowd the more he can focus and think.
Only a handful of people who are drinking and waiting for their orders as he approaches his table. Jungkook sits down on it, taking the chair out.
He scans the area. He likes how peaceful it is here because his job is not peaceful or neither cute, he has just come back from seeing a gruesome murder scene and this is exactly the detox He needs right now.
âHey!!! Mr Jeon?â his snap of his thoughts when the barista calls out his name, he turns to look ahead, and smiles seeing the familiar face.
âHey Ms yn! Howâs it going? I think Iâm just gonna have the regular.â He tells, looking at you, and you nod, youâre a sweet girl.
Youâve been serving him coffee for the past year almost, âwell got it! Maybe I should get you some brownie too; of course courtesy of me.â You laugh, âlooks like you really could use some sweetness in your life since you work so hardâ
He laughs a little, shaking his head. âyeah youâre right. Itâs been quite bitter these days.â He mutters to himself almost.
You walk away. impatiently, he waits for his coffee.. He might have an addiction, but itâs OK. Caffeine is necessary when youâre a police officer.
Sometime later you come back with his order. And he looks at you, thanking you.. âthank you Ms yn. Appreciate you for putting up with me.â he jokes, you give him a kind smile, âoh Mr Jeon how about you Just call me yn?â You insist and he almost blushes.
âAhhh sure sure I will but only if you call me by my first name too.â He waves his hand, picking up his coffee to take a sip, and the smell of the brownie just fills his nostrils and he hums in delight
âThe brownie smells so good and this coffee is awesome. Thank you so much.â
You wink in return, which has his cheeks actually burning up
Youâre bold and youâre confident and that he appreciates about you because maybe you like him a little and you donât really make an effort to hide the fact
âOkay.. Iâll go now have funâ he watches as you go away.
And he canât help but feel his heart flutter in his chest.
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A few days later, his same routine just goes on and on, but there is not a single point that he has been able to catch, which could help him actually lead to the killer
And his days are only getting worse. Thereâs an emptiness that heâs starting to feel. Honestly, he feels like a failure.
A failure of a boyfriend and a failure of an inspector.
Jungkook steps into his dimly lit apartment, shrugging off his rain-soaked jacket. The warmth of the place feels hollow, as if reflecting the emptiness creeping into his chest. He slumps onto the couch, running his hands through his damp hair. His mind is a mess, caught between the horrifying images of the latest crime scene, Minaâs growing distance, and the subtle comfort he finds in your quiet presence at the cafĂŠ.
He pulls out his phone and stares at Minaâs name in his contacts. Something in him snaps, and before he can overthink it, he presses âCall.â
It rings longer than it should.
âHello?â Her voice is clipped, impatient.
âMina. Can you come over?â he asks out of desperation because he so lonely, and he needs to feel her love and her warmth.
âItâs late, Jungkook. Iâm busy.â he understands it. Sheâs been busy, but itâs been so long since heâs been with her physically and she keeps on being distant.
Heâs starting to break, his face falls, and his voice hardens at her sudden coldness.
âBusy with what?â he demands, the sharpness in his voice surprising even himself. he gripped the phone tighter and waits for her response with a thumping heartbeat.
Thereâs a pause, long enough for unease to settle in his gut. âWork,â she finally says, but the word feels rehearsed, flat.
âBullshit.â He stands, pacing the small living room. âYouâre lying to me.â he knows that sheâs lying. Does she really think that heâs that stupid?
âExcuse me?â Her tone hardens, defensive.
âYouâve been distant for weeks,â he says, his voice rising. âThe late nights, the dodged questions, the way you look at me like Iâm a stranger. If thereâs something youâre hiding, Mina, I deserve to know.â
She exhales sharply, a sound halfway between frustration and guilt. âYouâre paranoid, Jungkook. Youâre always at work, always chasing some killer. Maybe the problem isnât meâitâs you.â
âThatâs not an answer,â he snaps. âYou think I donât notice the way youâre pulling away? The phone calls you donât take around me? If you donât want to be with me, just say it.â
Her silence cuts deeper than any words could.
âYouâre impossible,â she finally says, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. âYou think everything revolves around you and your job, but you donât even see whatâs right in front of you. Maybe I have been distant, Jungkook, but can you blame me? Youâre so wrapped up in your case that thereâs no room for anythingâor anyoneâelse.â
He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms. âYouâre deflecting. Just tell me the truth, Mina. Are you seeing someone else?â
Her sharp intake of breath tells him everything he needs to know.
âMina,â he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
âIâm not doing this,â she says, and the line goes dead.
Jungkook stares at his phone, his breath coming in ragged bursts. The quiet of the apartment feels suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides. He throws his phone onto the couch and grabs his keys, his mind a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and something he canât quite name.
But for a fact, he knows that heâs lost Mina forever. And the realization dawns on him as he stares at his phone screen. Heâs alone once again like he has been for a month.
But maybe this time, forever
And it doesnât take him long to break down in his apartment. Heâs so alone and maybe he will be forever. Why can nobody ever love him?
Is he not deserving of love?
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The coffee shop is dark except for the faint glow of a single lamp by the counter. Youâre wiping down the tables, your movements unhurried, as if you have all the time in the world. The sight of youâcalm, groundedâmakes something in Jungkook loosen, just slightly.
You look up as he enters, the chime of the bell breaking the silence.
âJungkook?â you say, surprised. âItâs late. What are you doing here?â
He doesnât answer immediately, just walks over to the counter and leans against it. âI needed to get out of my head.â
You study him, noting the tension in his jaw, the shadows under his eyes. âRough day?â
He laughs bitterly. âYou could say that.â
The way you look at him, makes his heart flutter in an abnormal way, maybe itâs the loneliness that heâs making behave like this but youâre gaze actually drives him crazy
You hesitate for a moment before stepping around the counter, standing a little closer to him. âWant to talk about it?â
âNo,â he says quickly, then softens. âI just⌠I donât know. Everything feels like itâs falling apart.â
You nod, not pushing him for details. Instead, you reach for the bottle of whiskey you keep hidden behind the counter for nights like this. You pour him a glass and slide it across the table.
âHere,â you say. âOn the house.â
He takes a sip, the burn in his throat a welcome distraction from the turmoil in his mind. âThanks.â
You sit down beside him, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. But you can feel his eyes on you, heavy and searching.
âYouâre always here,â he says suddenly, his voice soft.
âSomeone has to be,â you reply, your lips quirking into a small smile.
âYou know Y/N? Iâm so fucking alone. My girlfriend is probably cheating on me. She doesnât care about meâŚ. No one cares about me.â His voice breaks on the last sentence.
You look at him with pity and something deeper swimming in your gaze, but he doesnât know how to pinpoint it, you urge him to continue so he does.
He chuckles, but itâs humorless. âItâs more than that. You donât know what it means to me, Y/N. Just⌠knowing thereâs someone who gives a damn.â
Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. âWell, you look like you could use someone in your corner.â
He turns to you then, his gaze intense, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The air between you feels charged, electric
âWhy do you care so much?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You hesitate, your pulse racing. âMaybe I just like seeing you smile.â
Youâre the first person who has ever said that to him, and in that moment, he realizes that your silence is the only silence that doesnât feel suffocating.
You look at him with such a deep emotion that it makes him go crazy, what are you doing to him? Why do you care about him so much?
Youâve been there for him since day one. Youâre so comforting so kind and so nonjudgmental.
You listen to him rant, Complain, but you donât say anything every time.
The more he looks at you, the more his heart keeps on thumping, inside his chest and alcohol just rushes through his body, and suddenly his pants feel so achingly tight.
The silence between you both is charged with tension, a tension that makes shivers go down his spine, youâre looking at him in a way that has him hallucinating that you want to lure him in.
He just wants to drown in your embrace, feel you in a way that no one has ever, he just wants to bury himself to hilt inside of you so maybe he can feel wanted again, and maybe he will feel safe for once.
His breath hitches, and before either of you can think better of it, his lips crash into yours.
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The back room of the cafĂŠ becomes a blur of heat and desperation as you both stumble in while heâs busy, shoving his tongue on your throat. Itâs not tenderâitâs raw, messy, driven by an ache neither of you can name. He breaks the kiss after it feels like hours, and he dips his head low and you feel his hot wet lips on your neck, His hands are rough against your skin, his lips leaving trails of bruises along your neck.
âJungkook,â you whisper, your voice breaking as his hands grip your hips. It feels so fucking good. The desperation and the need is driving you insane.
You can feel his muscular body, heâs so perfect. You have dreamed of this moment for the longest time. But you never really thought that it would come true.
But as he kisses your neck, his lips burn on your skin. And that makes you realize that this is your reality. You are finally getting to live your dream.
You moan out his name again breathlessly gripping on his shoulders so tightly as he attacks your neck, whispers of his name leave your mouth, youâre getting breathless, just by him kissing your skin.
Thatâs how much you want him.
He doesnât respond with words, only pulls you closer, his movements frantic. Itâs as though heâs trying to drown in you, to forget everything outside of this moment.
His scent is so exotic, heâs always smelled so good whenever heâs visited the cafĂŠ, his son is so stronger it surrounds the whole cafĂŠ and right now youâre so close to him. Itâs getting you high.
You know that heâs drunk, heâs so fucking drunk and vulnerable, but you cannot bring yourself to stop him, especially not when he pushes your panties down, his lips hot on your collarbones.
How can you bring yourself to stop him when heâs suddenly licking his fingers, as he takes them out you, you stare at him, theyâre glistening with his Saliva.
Heâs so beautiful and so handsome, and the most sexiest man youâve ever seen.
You can only encourage him, and you do that, when he finally starts to push his two digits inside of you, your hips buck up.
Youâre so fucking wet itâs embarrassing.
He scissors them inside of you, curling them inside your gummy walls, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars, immediately and heâs barely even started
âAGGHâŚâ you moan out loudly, He groans at the sound, sinking his teeth in your neck once again, heâs so needy right now, you feel his body temperature burning.
Youâre burning up too.
Jungkook whispers in your ear, âtake off my boxers.â
And you do, after that you start stroking his hard thick length, heâs so big, as you stare down at it, you gasp because itâs leaking already and itâs angry.
Heâs been neglected for the longest time, you actually hate his girlfriend, but good for you. You get to feel him inside you like this.
Heâs hungry for this. As you finally start to do the magic of your hands, he lets out a guttural moan, itâs so loud, and it rings in your ears.
you love the sounds heâs making right now. He sounds so hot almost like an animal in heat.
But he starts fucking your hand furiously, you lift his head up from your neck to look at him and you just want to keep him with you forever
Heâs so beautiful.
Heâs drooling, his eyes are closed as he feels the pleasure that you are giving him, the pleasure that heâs been denied for the longest time.
âT-Thank you so much for this because you have no idea how much I need this you have no idea how much I need you⌠yn- ngh⌠Iâve been dreaming about this⌠how about you⌠and you feel so much better than my imaginationâ
Jungkook cannot wait anymore though, just as heâs close, he wraps your legs around his waist and gently removes your hand, kisses you hard as he shoves his cock in your warm pussy.
âLet me feel your pussy, I need you, babyâŚâ he begs, you grip his shoulders and kiss his cheek. He lets out a shuddering breath once your heat cages him in.
He starts moving his hips at a really fast pace, heâs jackhammering into you, Jungkooks moaning is echoing throughout the back room.
âNGHH mhmm AHHHGâŚ. AHHHâŚâ
The pleasure that youâre feeling right now is the most that youâve ever felt in your life and you never knew that you could feel this good while having sex.
The sex with him is feeling so hot, so good and so fucking raw.
Heâs so big you can see it bulging from inside of you, you gasp.
âCum⌠please Cum inside me.â
You press desperate kisses on his neck, and on the hollow of his throat Heâs so vocal about this. So hot. And then he lets out a desperate mewl as he cums inside your cunt.
Itâs hot, thick and full as he fills you up to brim.
But itâs starts leaking out because itâs so much, you can feel it running down your thighs.
âYou felt a-ah⌠so fuckin good, yn.â
When itâs over, the two of you lie tangled together on the worn couch, your breaths mingling in the quiet.
âIâm sorry,â he says suddenly, his voice hoarse. âI shouldnât haveââ
âDonât,â you cut him off, resting a hand on his chest. âDonât apologize.â
He looks at you, his eyes searching for something he canât find.
âYouâre not alone, Jungkook,â you say softly. âNot anymore.â
But as he drifts off to sleep, your words echo in his mind, and unease curls in his chest.
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The first rays of sunlight filter through the cracks in the blinds, casting faint streaks across the cramped backroom of the cafĂŠ. The room is quiet, save for the sound of Jungkook's breathing. He lies awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling, your head resting on his chest, your arm draped over him like a lifeline.
The memories of the night before play in his mind on an endless loop-your soft moans, the way your body had responded to his touch, how you had whispered his name like a prayer. He feels a pang of guilt, but not for what he did. He doesn't regret it. Not the way your warmth had pulled him from the cold void he'd been living in, not the way you made him forget the weight of the world for a few fleeting hours.
What eats at him is the realization that he used you-your body, your kindness, your feelingsâ for his own selfish needs. And yet, as much as the guilt gnaws at him, a darker truth lingers: it had felt so good. You had felt so good.
Your breathing changes, pulling him from his thoughts. You stir slightly, your fingers twitching against his chest before you lift your head to meet his gaze.
"Good morning," you say softly, your voice thick with sleep.
He swallows hard, unsure of what to say.
âMorning,â he replies, his voice quieter than he intends.
You sit up slowly, the blanket slipping from your shoulders as you adjust yourself on the edge of the couch. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of what happened between you hanging in the air.
âAre you okay?â you ask finally, breaking the silence.
âI don't know,â he admits, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
You bite your lip, looking down at your lap. "Last night..."
âWasn't supposed to happen,â he says, cutting you off.
You flinch slightly but force a small smile. âI know,â you murmur.
He sighs deeply, sitting up and leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. âI don't regret it,â he says finally, his voice low.
Your head snaps up, your eyes wide with surprise.
âI don't regret being with you,â he continues, his tone softening. âBut I regret... I regret that I used you. That I let my emotions... my loneliness take over. You didn't deserve that.â
You shake your head, reaching out to touch his arm. âJungkook, you didn't use me. I wanted it too.â
He looks at you, his dark eyes filled with conflict.
âI know you did. But that doesn't make it right.â
You hold his gaze, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his expression. âIt's not wrong either,â you whisper.
He exhales sharply, standing up and pulling on his jacket. âI need to think," he mutters. âI need to figure out what I'm doing.â
Jungkook walks through the quiet streets, the early morning chill biting at his skin. His mind is a storm of emotions-shame, guilt, longing. He knows he should be thinking about Mina, the case, about everything that's been spiraling out of control in his life. But all he can think about is you.
You, with your soft smile and kind eyes. You, who had welcomed him without judgment. You, who had given him a moment of solace in the chaos.
He doesn't regret being with you, but he regrets what it means. He regrets how easily you've slipped into the cracks of his carefully constructed walls.
And yet, even as he walks away, he knows he'll come back to you. He always does.
Meanwhile, youâre feeling the same⌠after he leaves you at the door as it shuts.
You sit on the couch long after Jungkook has gone, staring at the spot where he had been just minutes before. Your heart feels heavy, conflicted. Last night had been everything you'd ever wanted, but now it feels tainted by his guilt, his regret.
Still, you can't bring yourself to regret it. Not when it had felt so perfect, so right.
But as you move to the front of the cafĂŠ, preparing for the day ahead, you can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between you and Jungkook. And you're not sure if it's for better or worse.
But you do know that this was only the beginning and this is not gonna end ever and you donât want to.
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A month goes by, he hasnât visited the cafe after that night woth you, heâs started to get over Mina, The investigation starts to grow worse, the killer more mysterious than ever. Jungkookâs focus shifts entirely to the case, but the memory of that night with you lingers, a dangerous distraction. He avoids Mina entirely, his guilt toward her eclipsed by the tangled emotions he feels when he sees you.
Itâs only a matter of time before everything comes crashing down.
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The night Jungkook slept with you still lingers in his mind, haunting him like a half-remembered dream, a moment of clarity and chaos all at once. He tells himself it was a mistake, that he was drunk, confused, and in need of somethingâsomeoneâthat wasnât Mina. But he knows deep down, it was more than that. It was the kind of intimacy that made him feel human again, something he hadnât felt in a long time.
Yet, when he wakes up the next morning, reality settles back into place. He tries to push you out of his thoughts as he makes his way to work, but every time he passes by the cafĂŠ, he finds himself looking for you, wondering if youâre there. The guilt gnaws at him, but the emptiness inside makes him think about you again, just for a moment.
What Jungkook doesnât know, what he canât see, is that the girl behind the counter, the quiet barista with the warm smile, has already made up her mind. Youâve already planned it out.
Mina is your problem now.
Mina never did anything wrong. She never even knew the darkness that lurked beneath your calm exterior. To her, you were just another face behind the counter, the one who always smiled, who always gave her the right change with a soft chuckle. She was just another customer. But that was before you realized she was still with Jungkook, and that was the last straw.
Mina knows about your crush on Jungkook because, on several occasions in the past, Jungkook had brought her with him when he visited the cafĂŠ. It wasnât frequent, but enough for Mina to catch on to the subtle tension that simmered between you and him.
You hadnât meant to make it obvious, but every time Jungkook walked into the cafĂŠ, your demeanor shifted. Youâd become a little more flustered, your heart would race, and your eyes would light up, especially when he greeted you with that easy smile. It didnât take much for someone like Mina, who was always looking for cracks in the façade, to notice.
The first time Jungkook brought her in, you did your best to be casual, to act as though you werenât paying any special attention to him.
But Mina, watching from across the table, saw how you seemed a little more eager, a little more careful with every cup you made for him. She observed how your voice softened when you spoke to him, how your hands trembled just slightly as you handed him his order. It wasnât hard for her to figure it out: there was something more than just friendship between you two, even if it was unspoken.
After that day, Mina started coming in more frequently when she knew Jungkook would be there.
She made a point of sitting at a table near the counter, watching the subtle interactions between you two, almost like a game. It gave her a sense of satisfactionâof controlâto see how much you cared for him, how much you tried to hide it.
What really gave Mina the final piece of the puzzle was the day Jungkook brought her in again. This time, the way you interacted with him was different. You didnât hide your feelings as well. You werenât as guarded. Maybe you thought Jungkook had stopped noticing, that you could just be yourself around him without it being awkward, but Mina saw through it.
She watched you smile at him a little too brightly, watched how your voice softened when you said his name.
Thatâs when she knew. She had been right all along.
From that point forward, Mina began to play with this knowledge, poking at you, dropping little comments here and there about Jungkook. It wasnât out of genuine interest in your well-being.
No, Mina was the type who thrived on power, on knowing things others didnât. She knew you had feelings for Jungkook, and she wasnât above using that against you.
Mina wasnât a regular customer, but she made it a point to come by whenever she knew Jungkook would be there. Sheâd sit back, watch, and wait for you to slip upâbecause she knew it wouldnât be long before you showed just how much you cared.
You watch her from the back of the cafĂŠ, your fingers tightening around the edge of the counter as she orders another coffee, laughs too loudly at something a friend says, her smile a little too bright.
Youâre not the type to go unnoticed, not anymore. Youâve made sure of it. But this girl? Sheâs everything youâre not. Beautiful, untainted. Her life is easyâuntainted by secrets or shame. But that life is a lie. And she doesnât deserve it.
The tension builds like a slow-burning fuse as the afternoon wears on. Your hand shakes as you wipe down the counter, the hum of the coffee machine loud in your ears.
Mina doesnât know how much you hate her. Doesnât know that sheâs the one thing standing between you and what youâve convinced yourself is yours. Jungkook.
The thought of him with her, the way he always turns to her in the cafĂŠ, makes your stomach twist. You wish sheâd just disappear. So, thatâs exactly what youâll do.
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The cafĂŠ is quiet as you lock up for the night.
The faint hum of the city lingers in the distance, but it doesn't reach your small sanctuary.
It's been a month since the night with Jungkook, and though he hasn't been back to the cafĂŠ in days, the memory of him is enough to send a shiver through your body.
You've noticed changes-small ones at first. A nauseous unease in the mornings, a fatigue that you can't shake. Tonight, though, you can't ignore the obvious anymore. Your period is late
far too late.
When you get home, you head straight for the drawer where you hid the pregnancy test. It had been an impulsive purchase a few days ago, something you hadn't wanted to face until you
absolutely had to.
The bathroom feels impossibly quiet as you take the test, sitting on the edge of the tub and waiting for the results. Seconds stretch into an eternity. When the lines appear, bold and unmistakable, the air leaves your lungs.
Your mind races. The weight of the word sinks into your chest. It's him. Jungkook. That night.
The night when everything felt like it could finally belong to you. But now, this?
Panic bubbles inside you, but it's swallowed by something darker, more visceral.
Mina's face flashes in your mind, and it's as if the pregnancy test has turned her shadow into a living, breathing entity. She's always there, always hovering around the edges of your thoughts, a reminder of what you'll never truly have.
She broke up with Jungkook that night. You've pieced that much together. She left him, but her presence still looms over you.
It's her fault you feel this way. Her fault that Jungkook can't be entirely yours.
Before you realize it, you're out the door again, the pregnancy test left abandoned on the counter. The idea takes root in your mind with terrifying clarity.
Mina's address isn't hard to find. She used to post pictures from home-soft, curated glimpses of her perfect life.
The city streets blur as you drive. Your fingers tighten on the wheel as adrenaline floods your veins.
When you pull up to her house, the world feels unnervingly still. The house is modest but exudes her curated style, clean and pristine. A pang of rage surges through you.
You knock softly at first. When there's no response, you knock louder, your fist trembling against the wood. Finally, the door opens.
Mina stands there in a loose sweatshirt and leggings, her hair tied back, and her expression instantly hardens when she sees you.
âWhat are you doing here?â she says sharply, her voice cutting through the air.
You don't answer. You push past her, stepping into her living room without waiting for an invitation. She whirls around, glaring at you.
âExcuse me?â Mina snaps, her hands on her hips. "You can't just barge in here-"
But you're not listening. Your focus sharpens as you glance around the room, taking in the perfection of it all. Everything she's built, everything she's taken from you without even knowing it.
âYou ruined him,â you say suddenly, your voice low and trembling.
Mina freezes, her brows furrowing. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou don't deserve him,â you continue, stepping closer. The words spill out, raw and jagged. You never did. You threw him away.â
Mina's eyes widen, and for the first time, there's a flicker of unease in her expression. âAre you insane?â she says, backing up slightly. âThis has nothing to do with you.â
But it does. It has everything to do with you.
The knife is in your pocket, cold and heavy against your palm as you pull it out. Mina's eyes go wide, and she lets out a sharp gasp.
âY/N, stop. What are vou doing?â she says, her voice trembling now, you see fear in her eyes, and that is so satisfying
âI'm taking back what's mine,â you whisper, stepping forward.
Mina screams as you lunge, but she's fast. Her nails rake across your arm as she tries to push you away, drawing blood. The knife slips from your grasp briefly, clattering to the floor, and the two of you struggle, crashing into the coffee table.
She fights harder than you expected. Her fists hit your sides, her nails digging into your skin.
But your rage is stronger, a blinding force that drives you forward.
Finally, you grab the knife again, plunging it into her chest. The scream chokes in her throat, her hands flailing weakly as you press the blade deeper.
The fight leaves her body, her eyes glazing over as she crumples to the floor.
You stand there, panting, your body trembling with adrenaline. Blood pools around her, staining the pristine floor, and it's then you notice the streaks of red on yor wn arms.
Her nails. She scratched you.
Your breath quickens as the reality sets in. You grab a dishcloth from the kitchen, wrapping it around your arm to staunch the bleeding.
You leave quickly, your mind racing. The blood you've left behind is a risk, but it's done now.
She's gone.
As you drive away, the silence in the car feels deafening. You glance at your bandaged arm, your chest heaving with a mix of fear and exhilaration.
It's over. She's gone.
But the faint, nagging thought of the blood you've left behind lingers in the back of your mind, a seed of doubt that you can't shake.
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The next day, Jungkookâs phone rings with the news. Minaâs body is found in at her home reported by the neighbors, discarded like a broken toy. The details of her murder are grislyâso much blood, so many signs of a struggle. But thereâs something more. Something that gnaws at him,
He doesnât know it yet, And Jungkook has no idea how close he is to the one thing heâs been hunting.
As he visits the scene of the crime, his heart heavy with guilt over his own sins, the truth starts to swirl around him, each clue pulling him closer to you. But you are always just one step ahead.
And youâre not finished yet.
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Jungkook stands at the edge of the crime scene, Minaâs home. Familiar home, his mind racing as he watches the forensic team finish their work. Minaâs body has been taken away, but something about the scene feels unfinishedâunnerving. As the team packs up, the lingering sense of wrongness creeps into his chest.
He takes a few more steps into the room, his eyes scanning every inch.
The silence is heavy, thick with the smell of blood, and something else, something he canât quite place. He feels like heâs being watched even though heâs the only one left. His gut instinct tells him thereâs more to find, something hidden beneath the surface.
âDetective Jeon,â a voice calls out, pulling him from his thoughts. He turns to see Officer Lee, the junior detective, holding a small evidence bag.
âWhat is it?â Jungkook asks, his voice tight with impatience.
âSir,â Lee continues, stepping closer. âWe found something odd in the kitchen area, near the counter. Itâs fresh blood, but it doesnât match the scene at all. Itâs⌠different.â
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. âWhat do you mean, different?â
Leeâs face shifts, his expression nervous. âItâs not the same consistency as the blood weâve been seeing from the victims. It seems⌠newer, almost as if it wasnât part of the original violence.â
Jungkookâs heart skips a beat. The blood. Itâs almost like the killer made a mistake. He follows Lee to the kitchen, where they find the dark stain on the floor. Itâs small but unmistakable, a sharp contrast against the faded red of the rest of the scene.
He kneels down, his gloved fingers brushing the edges of the stain. The blood is darker than what theyâve seen from the victim, almost as though itâs been there for some timeâbut that doesnât make sense. He knew Mina was killed just hours ago.
âIs this from the victim?â Jungkook asks, still focused on the stain.
âWe donât think so,â Lee replies, his tone uncertain. âItâs not consistent with the rest of the scene.â
Jungkookâs eyes narrow. âIt looks fresh.â
His instincts kick in. Something is off, and he knows itâs not just the stain. His gaze lingers on the blood. He needs to know more. If this is part of the same pattern, then theyâre dealing with something entirely different.
âSend it to forensics,â he orders. âGet it tested immediately. I need to know what weâre dealing with.â
Hours pass before Jungkook finds himself in the sterile white of the forensics lab, waiting as the technician works quickly to process the blood sample theyâve retrieved from the crime scene.
He stands by, his mind on edge, feeling the pull of the unknown tightening its grip. The room is quiet, save for the hum of machinery and the faint clicking of keyboards as the technician runs the test.
Finally, the technician hands Jungkook a printed report. Jungkook takes it with a calmness he doesnât feel, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he scans the document.
The results are like a slap in the face.
The bloodâthis bloodâbelongs to a woman.
His chest tightens as he rereads the details. But itâs not just any woman. The test shows the presence of hormone levels consistent with early pregnancy.
A pregnant woman.
The words blur before his eyes. His mind struggles to make sense of it. Pregnant? How could it be?
This isnât just some random woman who happened to get involved in the case. This is a pregnant woman. The kind of detail that changes everything.
He stares at the report in stunned silence. Minaâs murder doesnât fit with any of the previous patterns, but this⌠this is a whole new level of complexity. And, despite his growing confusion, Jungkook canât shake the nagging thought that the killer might be someone unexpectedâsomeone whoâs been hiding in plain sight.
Jungkookâs mind races as he pieces everything together. The fact that the blood belongs to a pregnant woman is huge. It feels like a lead that could take him in an entirely new direction, but thereâs something else gnawing at him. A suspicion he canât quite shake.
Itâs the note he found on Minaâs body. The strange connection between the killings. Every victim has had a twisted background, all male, all with histories of violence or crime. But Mina⌠she was an exception. A woman. And she wasnât involved in the same kind of criminal activity.
His gut is telling him something isnât right. Heâs seen this beforeâwhen his intuition is pushing him toward an answer, even when he doesnât have all the pieces. And now, with this new revelation about the blood, that nagging feeling is only growing stronger.
Could the killer be a woman? Could the killer be pregnant? The thought unsettles him, but it makes sense. Perhaps this is the killerâs twistâtargeting those who have wronged others, whoâve hurt people in the most vicious ways, while hiding behind a carefully crafted disguise.
As he stands there, staring at the test results, a chilling realization slowly begins to creep in. He hasnât even begun to connect the dots. He hasnât yet put it all together.
And the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes the one thing thatâs been staring him in the face all along: someone close to him could be hiding this terrible secret.
But he doesnât know who that is yet.
The blood. The pregnancy. The mysterious nature of Minaâs deathâeverything points to a killer whoâs been hidden from view. Someone whoâs not just playing a part in this sick game but is actively controlling the strings.
Jungkook takes one last look at the report in his hand. The piece of paper seems to burn with the weight of its revelation.
âPregnant,â he mutters under his breath, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. âWho could it be?â
Jungkookâs thoughts are muddled. He hasnât even considered the possibility that someone he knows could be involved. But the facts keep leading him in that direction.
With every passing second, the answer feels closer, yet farther away. All Jungkook knows for certain is that this case is far more complicated than he ever imagined.
And the killer is closer than he thinks.
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That night? he decides to visit his favorite coffee place again
The cafĂŠ is dimly lit, the warm golden glow of the overhead lights casting long shadows across the empty tables. Itâs lateâwell past closing time for most placesâbut youâre still here. Youâve started staying later than usual, lingering in the quiet of your sanctuary, unable to go home to the lingering guilt of what youâve done.
Youâre wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimes. The sound startles you, breaking through the silence. When you look up, itâs him.
Jungkook.
Heâs standing in the doorway, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. Itâs been a month since that night, and he hasnât been back since. Seeing him now feels like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, you canât breathe.
âJungkook,â you say softly, your voice barely audible. âYouâre here again after a long time..â
He offers a small, tired smile as he steps inside, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. âHey,â he says, his voice low and gravelly. âI know itâs late⌠but are you still making coffee?â
You nod quickly, trying to push down the rising emotions threatening to choke you. âOf course. For you? Always.â
He sits at his usual spot near the counter, leaning back in the chair as he watches you move around the machine. The silence between you is thick, weighted with everything unsaid.
As you hand him the cup, his fingers brush against yours. The contact is brief but electric, sending a shiver up your spine. He takes a sip, his eyes closing as he lets out a soft sigh.
âThis is exactly what I needed,â he murmurs, more to himself than to you.
You canât hold it in anymore. The words burst from your lips before you can stop them. âI need to tell you something.â
He looks up at you, his brows furrowing slightly. âWhat is it?â
Your hands tremble as you grip the counter for support. Youâve been rehearsing this in your head for days, but now, with him sitting there, the reality of it feels overwhelming.
âIâm⌠Iâm pregnant,â you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, his expression is unreadable. He sets the cup down slowly, staring at you like heâs trying to piece together what you just said.
âWhat?â he says finally, his voice low and filled with disbelief.
You swallow hard, nodding. âItâs yours, Jungkook. From that night.â
His breath hitches, and he leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. âPregnant,â he repeats, almost to himself. The weight of the revelation sinks in, his eyes flicking to your stomach before meeting your gaze again.
âThatâs⌠thatâs a lot to process,â he says finally, his tone careful.
âBut.. promise that I wonât abandon you⌠I will take full responsibility.. donât worry⌠Iâm so sorryâ
Youâre about to say somethingâanything to break the tensionâwhen his gaze drops to your arm. His brows knit together as he notices the faint, raw scratches peeking out from beneath your sleeve.
âWhat happened to your arm?â he asks, his tone shifting, more alert now.
Your heart skips a beat, panic rising in your chest. You pull your sleeve down instinctively, hiding the marks. âItâs nothing,â you say quickly, too quickly.
He doesnât look convinced. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you. âThose look fresh,â he says, his voice sharp. âDid someone hurt you?â
âNo,â you say firmly, forcing a laugh. âIâm just clumsy, thatâs all.â
Jungkook doesnât respond immediately. He just watches you, his gaze searching, like heâs trying to read the truth in your expression.
âY/N,â he says finally, his voice soft but insistent. âIf somethingâs going on, you need to tell me.â
You shake your head, plastering on a smile that feels more like a mask. âItâs nothing, really. You donât have to worry.â
But he doesnât look convinced. His jaw tightens, and he leans forward slightly, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table.
âAre you sure?â he asks, his voice low.
You nod quickly, avoiding his gaze. âI promise. Everythingâs fine.â
He doesnât press further, but the tension in the air is palpable. You can feel his eyes on you as you turn away, pretending to busy yourself with cleaning.
The rest of the conversation is stilted, awkward. He finishes his coffee quickly, his movements stiff and deliberate.
âI should go,â he says finally, standing up and sliding the cup toward you. âThanks for the coffee.â
You nod, forcing a smile as you watch him leave. The door swings shut behind him, and the silence that follows is deafening.
You lean against the counter, your legs trembling beneath you. The scratches on your arm burn as if in reminder. You knew this moment would come, but now that it has, you feel the weight of everything crashing down around you.
He doesnât suspect youânot yet. But the way he looked at you, the questions he asked⌠itâs only a matter of time.
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Jungkook sits at his desk in the dimly lit precinct, the case file for Minaâs murder spread out before him. His mind is a storm, every detail looping back to the one piece of evidence he canât shakeâthe fresh blood at the crime scene, identified as belonging to a pregnant woman.
He had brushed it off at first, thinking maybe it was some unknown accomplice or a bizarre twist in the killerâs pattern. But now, after his late-night visit to the cafĂŠ, everything feels like itâs coming together in ways he wishes it wouldnât.
His hands clench into fists as he remembers Y/Nâs confession.
And then there were the scratches.
Theyâd looked raw, freshâexactly like the kind of defensive wounds a victim might leave behind. He tries to dismiss the thought. Itâs Y/N, he tells himself. Sweet, shy Y/N, who wouldnât hurt a fly. But the evidence wonât let him go.
The blood. The scratches. Her sudden nervousness, the way she pulled her sleeve down, the way she avoided his eyes when he asked her about it.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He doesnât want to believe itâdoesnât even want to entertain the thought. But as an inspector, he knows he canât ignore the signs.
He flips through the photos from the crime scene, his eyes lingering on the smear of blood leading away from Minaâs body. The forensic team had confirmed it didnât belong to Mina, and it wasnât old enough to have been left by anyone else.
It had to be the killerâs.
He leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. His mind races with conflicting thoughtsâhis duty to the case, his growing feelings for Y/N, and the sickening possibility that they might be connected in ways he canât yet comprehend.
âJeon,â his partner calls from across the room, breaking his train of thought. âAnything new?â
Jungkook shakes his head, snapping the file shut. âNo,â he lies. âStill piecing it together.â
But inside, he knows he canât ignore this.
The next night, Jungkook finds himself back at the cafĂŠ. Itâs late again, and the streets are quiet, save for the occasional hum of a passing car. He tells himself heâs just here for coffee, to clear his head. But deep down, he knows thatâs not true.
Y/N is behind the counter, her movements slower than usual, as if weighed down by something unseen. She startles when she sees him walk in, her eyes wide, but she quickly masks it with a smile.
âBack again?â she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
He nods, offering a small smile of his own. âCouldnât stay away. You make the best coffee, remember?â
She laughs softly, but it doesnât reach her eyes. He watches her closely as she moves, noticing the way she avoids his gaze, the way she keeps her sleeves tugged down over her wrists.
When she sets the cup in front of him, he doesnât drink right away. Instead, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter.
âY/N,â he says softly, his voice steady but probing.
She looks up at him, her smile faltering. âYeah?â
âYou never told me how you got those scratches,â he says, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.
Her breath catches, and he sees the flicker of panic in her expression before she quickly masks it. âI told you,â she says lightly. âIâm clumsy.â
âClumsy enough to leave marks like that?â he presses, his gaze unrelenting.
Her hands tremble slightly as she picks up a cloth and starts wiping down the counter. âWhy are you asking?â she says, her tone defensive.
He leans back, his jaw tightening. âJust curious. You know, with everything going on⌠people getting hurt. Makes me worry.â
She doesnât respond, her focus fixed on the counter. The tension between them is thick, the silence stretching uncomfortably.
âIâm fine,â she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Jungkook isnât convinced. Every instinct in him is screaming that something is wrong, that sheâs hiding something. And yet, despite everything, a part of him doesnât want to believe it.
âOkay,â he says finally, his tone softening. âIf you say so.â
But as he leaves the cafĂŠ that night, the weight of his suspicions feels heavier than ever. The blood, the scratches, her nervousnessâit all lines up too perfectly to ignore.
Jungkook walks slowly back to his car, his mind swirling with thoughts he doesnât want to entertain. He stops just short of the driverâs seat, leaning against the door and staring at the dark street ahead.
The Y/N he knowsâthe one heâs been drawn to, the one who seemed so kind, so unassumingâcouldnât possibly be capable of this. Could she?
He slams his fist lightly against the roof of the car, frustration boiling under his skin. He doesnât want to doubt her. But the evidence doesnât lie.
That same night, Jungkook decides to dive deeper into the case. He returns to the precinct and retrieves the forensic report on the blood found at Minaâs home. Heâs read it before, but now, with fresh eyes, he scans the details again.
The report confirms it: the blood belongs to a pregnant woman. The realization sends a chill down his spine.
Jungkook rubs a hand over his face, exhaustion creeping in as he tries to piece it all together. The killer had left no other traceâno prints, no DNAâjust this blood. It was careless, uncharacteristic of someone who had been so meticulous with the other murders.
Why now? he wonders.
The connection feels tenuous at best, but the scratches on Y/Nâs arm flash in his mind again, and he canât ignore the unease building in his chest.
âJeon,â his partner calls from his desk, interrupting his thoughts. âYouâre still here? Go home, man. Youâve been at this for weeks.â
Jungkook forces a nod, shutting the file and grabbing his coat. âYeah, Iâm going,â he mutters.
But he doesnât go home.
Instead, he drives back to Minaâs house, parking a short distance away and stepping out into the cold night. The crime scene has long since been cleared, but he needs to see it again, needs to feel it.
The house looms dark and silent, a grim reminder of what had happened within its walls. He steps closer, his boots crunching against the gravel as he shines his flashlight across the ground.
And then he sees itâa faint stain on the walkway leading away from the house.
His heart pounds as he kneels down, pulling on gloves and carefully swabbing the dried blood. Itâs faint but fresh enough to have gone unnoticed during the initial sweep.
He stands, staring at the swab in his hand. It could be nothing, a stray smear left behind by someone from the forensics team. But it could also be something.
Someone.
As he slips the evidence into a bag, his mind circles back to Y/N. The scratches. Her sudden announcement. The way she seemed so on edge, so unlike herself.
The thought makes his stomach twist painfully. He doesnât want to believe it, but the pieces are falling into place, and the picture theyâre forming is one he canât ignore.
He gets back into his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His next steps are clear: have the blood tested again, cross-reference it, and get answers.
But for now, he sits in the dark, staring out at the empty street,
Caught between his duty as an inspector and the growing fear that the woman heâs falling for might be the one heâs been chasing all along.
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Itâs been days since Jungkook swabbed the blood at Minaâs crime scene. Days of sleepless nights, staring at reports, running DNA tests, and trying to ignore the tightening noose of suspicion around Y/N.
The results came back that morning. The blood is a match. A match for the mysterious pregnant killer. A match for Y/N, You.
The words on the report burn into his mind, but he canât bring himself to process them fully. Instead, he spends hours driving aimlessly through Seodaemun-gu, circling back to the cafĂŠ before stopping outside Y/Nâs small apartment.
Heâs not sure what heâs going to say, or do. The woman heâs fallen forâwho is carrying his childâhas killed at least eighteen people, including Mina. But the thought of turning you in feels like a betrayal heâs incapable of.
Jungkook climbs the steps to your door, his heart pounding so hard heâs sure youâll hear it the moment he knocks.
The door opens almost immediately, and Y/Nâs face lights up in surprise. âJungkook,â you say softly, but thereâs a tension in your voice, as if youâve been expecting this moment.
He steps inside without asking, closing the door behind him. His eyes scan the room, searching for somethingâanything that might confirm what he already knows.
âYouâve been avoiding me,â you say, your voice low. You move to the small kitchen, your movements stiff.
âY/N,â he says, his voice calm but firm. âWe need to talk.â
You freeze, your back to him, her hand resting on the counter. âAbout what?â
He doesnât answer immediately, instead stepping closer. âYou already know what.â
Y/N turns to face him, Your expression guarded. âI donât know what youâre talking about, Jungkook.â
âDonât,â he says, his tone sharper than he intends. He exhales slowly, trying to keep his emotions in check. âI know, Y/N. About Mina. About all of it.â
Your face pales, and for a moment, you doesnât respond. Then you cross your arms, your gaze steady but wary. âYouâre mistaken,â you say evenly.
âIâm not,â he replies. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out the forensic report, dropping it onto the table. âThis is your blood. At Minaâs house. You were there.â
Y/Nâs breath catches, and you looks down at the report, your hands trembling. âItâs not what you think,â you whisper,
âThen tell me what it is!â His voice rises, the frustration and desperation spilling out. âBecause the evidence says you killed her, Y/N. It says youâve killed all of them.â
She doesnât deny it. Instead, she steps back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady herself. âI did it,â she says quietly, her voice breaking. âBut they deserved it, Jungkook. Every single one of them.â
He stares at her, the weight of her confession hitting him like a freight train. âMina didnât deserve it,â he says, his voice hollow.
Her eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head. âShe broke you, Jungkook. She hurt you. And I couldnâtââ
âThat wasnât your decision to make!â he shouts, his voice cracking with emotion. âYou had no right!â
Silence falls between them, heavy and suffocating. Y/Nâs tears spill over, but she doesnât move, doesnât try to defend herself further.
Jungkook rubs a hand over his face, his thoughts spiraling. He knows what he should doâwhat his duty demands. But when he looks at her, at the woman carrying his child, he feels nothing but agony.
âIâm pregnant,â she says suddenly, her voice trembling.
âI know,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
âSERIOUSLY YN What the fuck have you done? I fell in love with a psychotic killer. FUCK!â
She flinches at his tone, her tears falling harder. âI didnât mean for this to happen,â she says, her voice cracking. âI just, I couldnât let them keep hurting people. I couldnât let her keep hurting you.â
Jungkook closes his eyes, her words tearing through him. When he finally looks at her again, his expression is unreadable. âDo you understand what youâve done?â he asks, his voice quiet but laced with pain.
âYes,â she whispers.
âYouâve destroyed everything,â he says, his voice breaking.
She sobs, collapsing into a chair. âI didnât mean to destroy you, Jungkook. Iââ
âYou didnât destroy me,â he cuts her off, his tone icy. âYou destroyed us.â
The room falls silent again, the weight of his words suffocating them both.
Finally, he speaks, his voice hollow. âI canât turn you in, Y/N. I should, but I canât. Because Iââ He stops himself, shaking his head as if to dispel the thought. âBut I need you to know that what youâve done⌠itâs unforgivable.â
She looks up at him, her tear-streaked face full of anguish. âThen what happens now?â
Jungkook stares at her for a long moment, his jaw clenched, his hands trembling. âI donât know,â he says finally, his voice barely audible. âI donât know.â
And with that, he turns and walks out, leaving her alone with her guilt and the devastating weight of what sheâs done.
â˘â˘â˘
He takes a lot of Days to think about what heâs gonna do next, the truth is that heâs fallen too deeply in love with you to turn you in especially since he found out that youâre pregnant and as fucked up as it sounds, but the way you confessed to him that you killed Mina because she had hurt him,
It switched something inside him.. no one has ever gone that far for him.
Youâre expecting his child
He has to do something to save you. He cannot turn you in no matter what.
So he decides to do something, a week later.
Jungkook sits alone in his car, parked a block away from the station. The stack of case files sits on the passenger seat, the details of eighteen brutal murders outlined in gruesome detail. At the top of the stack is Minaâs file.
The weight of what heâs about to do crushes his chest, but heâs made his decision.
If you go down, you take his child with you. You take him with you.
He exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. Heâs always been a by-the-book cop, but the moment he fell for Y/N, that part of him started to crumble. Now, heâs about to destroy whatâs left of it.
He enters the station with confidence and a mask.
The precinct buzzes with energy as Jungkook walks in, the familiar hum of chatter and clacking keyboards filling the air. His partner, Detective Choi, greets him with a nod.
âGot something for me, Jeon?â Choi asks, leaning back in his chair.
Jungkook sets the files down on his desk, forcing a calm expression. âYeah,â he says. âIâve been looking into a lead.â
Choi raises an eyebrow. âA lead? Weâve been spinning our wheels on this for months. What kind of lead?â
Jungkook opens Minaâs file, pulling out the report he fabricated the night before. He had spent hours doctoring evidence, crafting a story that would absolve Y/N of suspicion.
âThis,â he says, handing the report to Choi.
Choi scans the document, his expression shifting from skepticism to curiosity. âA drug connection?â
âYeah,â Jungkook lies smoothly. âI traced the source of the drug found in all the victims to a trafficking ring operating out of Incheon. Itâs messy, but I think one of their enforcers is responsible for the killings.â
Choi frowns, flipping through the pages. âAn enforcer who kills eighteen people, including Mina, and just disappears?â
âThatâs the thing,â Jungkook says, leaning in. âI think theyâve already been eliminated. Internal cleaning. It explains why the killings stopped after Minaâs case.â
Itâs a bold lie, but Jungkook delivers it with conviction, weaving in just enough plausible details to make it stick. He knows Choi is sharp, but he also knows his partner is tired of this case. They all are.
Choi nods slowly, handing the report back. âItâs a stretch, but it tracks. Youâre saying we close this case on the assumption the killerâs dead?â
Jungkook shrugs, feigning indifference. âUnless youâve got a better lead, I donât see another option. The evidence lines up. Itâs messy, but it fits.â
Choi exhales heavily, rubbing his temples. âFine. Iâll run it by the chief.â
â˘â˘â˘
The reaction is mixed. Some detectives are relieved to put the case behind them, satisfied with Jungkookâs explanation. Others grumble about loose ends and unanswered questions, but no one presses too hard.
âGood work, Jeon,â the chief says, clapping him on the shoulder. âYouâve been on this for months. Go home. Get some rest.â
Jungkook forces a smile, nodding. âThanks, chief.â
As he walks out of the precinct, he feels the weight of his actions settle over him. Heâs betrayed his badge, his oath, and every victim in this case.
But heâs saved you.
But thereâs still a lot of loose ends that he needs to tie up, especially to convince his department that the pregnant woman was a pawn.
He needs to do something really convincing, and soon because time is running out.
â˘â˘â˘
After a lot of days later, youâre almost now almost two pregnant, Jungkook hasnât visited you after that confrontation and you think that maybe heâs abandoned you and maybe heâs gonna arrest you but youâre ready to pay for your sins.
You know what you were getting into when you decided to do this and you donât regret killing any one of them.
Especially not Mina
Only if you had any idea⌠about what is happening around youâŚ
ďżź The apartment is quiet when Jungkook arrives. The air feels thick with tension, the kind that comes from unsaid words, from everything thatâs been building up for weeks, months even.
Heâs been here before, countless times, but tonight feels different. Itâs as if the weight of everything thatâs happened has finally caught up to him. The lies. The murder. The twisted love youâve both been hiding from.
Youâre sitting at the kitchen table when he walks in, a cup of cold coffee in front of you, untouched. The dim light casts long shadows across your face,
making you look almost ethereal, but thereâs a darkness in your eyes that he hasnât seen before. He doesnât know whether itâs the guilt or the truth that lingers between you both, but itâs there. Itâs palpable.
You donât stand up when he enters. You donât even look at him at first. Instead, your fingers trace the rim of the cup absentmindedly, like youâre lost in thought, deciding what to say. Or maybe deciding if you should say anything at all.
âYouâre here,â you say finally, your voice quiet, almost resigned. âI was wondering when youâd come.â
Jungkook closes the door behind him, his breath heavy. The sight of you is almost too much to bear.
He feels the pull, the urgency of everything thatâs been building up since that night at the cafĂŠ. But thereâs something else too. Something darker. The guilt. The secret heâs been keeping. The knowledge that heâs closing his eyes to the truth.
âI had to,â he replies, his voice hoarse. His eyes move to you, scanning your face, trying to find the woman he once thought he understood, the one who wasnât a murderer. But now, nothing seems as simple as it once did.
You finally look up, your eyes meeting his, and for a brief moment, he sees it. The crack in your facade. The vulnerability that youâve been hiding. But itâs fleeting. Quickly masked by that cold, calculating expression heâs learned to fear.
âYou did what you had to?â you echo, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. âFunny. I didnât know I was something you had to protect.â
Your stomach twists, guilt washing over you as you feel the weight of your words. The truth that heâs been avoiding hits you like a punch to the gut.
âI didnât want toâŚ,â he starts, his words faltering. âI didnât want any of this. But I couldnât let you go. Not after everything.â
You smile, but itâs not a smile at all. Itâs a mask. A shield youâve put up, but he sees through it. Just like heâs starting to see through everything youâve done.
âWhy didnât you let me go, Jungkook?â you ask, standing slowly, your eyes never leaving his. You take a step toward him, the space between you narrowing with every heartbeat. âBecause of your guilt? Or because you want me? Because you want us?â
Jungkook feels the heat rising in his chest, his body tense, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He wants to deny it, wants to tell you that itâs not like that, but the truth is too raw to ignore. Heâs in too deep. Heâs in love with you.
âIâŚâ he hesitates, struggling with the words that seem impossible to say. âI donât know what to believe anymore, Y/N. But I want you. More than anything.â
The words hang in the air between you both, thick with tension. You step closer, the space between you vanishing entirely. Your breath is warm against his skin as you raise a hand to his chest, tracing a line down to the hem of his shirt.
âThen why do you keep pretending like this is all just a mistake?â Your voice is soft now, a little breathless, but thereâs something in it that makes his heart race even faster. âYou know what Iâve done. You know the truth. So why are we still playing this game?â
His chest tightens as he stares into your eyes, the question echoing in his mind. Why are we still playing this game?
Heâs already crossed too many lines, already made choices that canât be undone. Heâs in love with you, and thatâs the only truth he can hold onto right now. But the guilt, the knowledge of what youâve doneâitâs suffocating him.
âIâm here because I donât have a choice,â he says, his voice barely a whisper. âIâve already made my choice. And itâs you.â
You look at him, your gaze calculating, but something flickers in your eyes. Relief? Or is it something darker? He canât tell anymore.
âYou donât have to choose between me and the truth, Jungkook,â you say, stepping even closer until youâre inches apart. âThe truth is⌠we belong together. In everything weâve done. In everything weâll do.â
The words send a shiver through him. Thereâs no going back now. He knows it. You know it.
His hands reach for you, pulling you into him, and your lips meet in a kiss that is desperate and consuming. Heâs not thinking anymore. Heâs not questioning. Heâs just here, with you, drowning in everything thatâs pulled you both together.
When you finally break apart, his breath is ragged, his chest heaving. Your hands rest on his shoulders, your eyes dark with something he canât quite place.
âIâll do anything for you,â he says, his voice hoarse, the words pouring out of him without thought.
âI know,â you reply softly, your fingers brushing against his neck. âAnd Iâll do anything for you too. But we have to be honest with each other now. No more lies.â
He nods, the weight of your words sinking into his bones. Thereâs no turning back now. âJungkook.. you know it was a big skill investigation rate. How did you even convince your department to close the case tell me what did you do.â
He looks at you and smiles
Heâs made his choice.
âOkay fine I will tell you.â
The investigation was closing in, and with each passing day, the walls seemed to close in tighter around Jungkook. The bloodâso carefully planted at Minaâs crime sceneâwas becoming a ticking time bomb, and the pressure to keep Y/N safe weighed heavily on him. His heart hammered in his chest every time the case came up in discussion, and he knew he had to take drastic measures.
He needed to shut it all down. Permanently.
Thatâs when it hit him: a recently discovered body in a nearby district. A womanâpregnant, recently deceased, and conveniently found under suspicious circumstances. She wasnât the killer, but to Jungkook, she might as well have been. He could use her to frame the entire investigation.
When Jungkook visited the morgue that night, the body lay still on the cold steel table, a haunting reminder of the fragile line between life and death. The woman had died under mysterious circumstances, no clear motive, no clear suspect. And with her pregnancy, she was the perfect pawn.
Jungkookâs mind raced as he walked around the body, his eyes lingering on her swollen belly, her pale face, the indistinct bruises on her skin that told a story he wasnât entirely sure he wanted to know. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, the ghost of guilt flickering behind his thoughts. But there was no time for hesitation. He needed this body.
In his mind, he already had a plan.
He would stage the scene, make it look like this woman was the killer. Heâd plant evidence that suggested the woman had been linked to Minaâs deathâtrace amounts of blood, a few fingerprints in the wrong places. A well-placed piece of clothing or object to tie her to the scene. It was risky, but it was the only way to close the case without implicating Y/N.
The morgue attendant, a sleepy-eyed man who didnât seem to care much for the dead, handed him the body without question. Jungkook took a deep breath, making sure his hands didnât shake. He carefully moved the body, knowing exactly what he needed to do.
Hours later, the police were called to a new crime scene. It was the same as alwaysâan empty alleyway with the body of a woman found in a position that suggested something far darker than a random attack. The crime scene looked eerily similar to the previous murders, and thatâs exactly what Jungkook had hoped for.
His mind worked quickly, placing the body of the pregnant woman at the scene as though she had been the one to kill Mina. The blood trail leading away from her. A few well-placed items. The evidence was there, but just subtle enough to make it believable.
The next day, Jungkook presented the findings to the department. His colleagues seemed to buy it without much question.
The body of the pregnant woman, found near the alley where Mina had been murdered, in her own home, was identified as the suspect. The evidenceâthough still sparseâwas enough to back up the theory he had fabricated.
âIâve spoken with forensics,â Jungkook said, standing tall as the room buzzed with suspicion. âThe blood found near Minaâs body and the scene where this woman was found confirms our theory. This woman, whoever she was, was clearly involved. And she was pregnant, which explains her connection to the killer weâve been hunting.â
The room fell silent, the officers looking at each other in confusion. But Jungkook pressed on, pushing the narrative with an authoritative tone.
âShe was part of the criminal network, no doubt. This is why the killer used her. She was a pawn, an expendable figure, dragged into something much larger.â
âBut with her death, weâve finally identified her role. Sheâs the one we were after.â
Jungkookâs voice was steady, rehearsed, convincing. He wasnât just presenting evidence; he was weaving the story.
One of the officers, a sharp-eyed veteran named Park, raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a skeptical look. âAre you sure, Jeon? This all seems⌠too neat. A little too perfect.â
Jungkook took a breath, pushing his doubts aside. âWe have to tie it up. The evidence is there. It explains everything. And it leads us to believe that the killer is someone who knew how to manipulate the situation. A pregnant woman was used to distract us from the true killer.â
He met Parkâs gaze, holding it long enough to send the message. There was no going back now. He had to make this work.
â˘â˘â˘
After a lot of deliberation, and no further suspicions or clues, Jungkooks lie worked
But there were too many questions now. How far could he go before his lies caught up to him? Would the department ever suspect him, even if theyâd closed the case?
And most importantly, how much longer could he keep this secretâhis secretâhidden from everyone, especially from Y/N?
With the departmentâs approval, Jungkook walked away from the case, his mind heavy with the weight of the lies heâd told. But as whenever he looked at Y/N, the mother of his child, he knew that no matter what it took, he would do whatever it took to keep her from being discovered.
The announcement came in later that day: Case #178-C, the Seodaemun Serial Killings, officially closed.
The case was officially closed. The department was satisfied, the investigation wrapped up, and the media was ready to move on to the next headline. Jungkook, however, couldnât shake the feeling that everything was unraveling. He had used the body of a pregnant woman, a victim in her own right, to save Y/Nâand his own conscience.
And now you two, will be together forever, and it will be your own heaven where no one will ever disturb you both and your growing family.
Everything is fair in love and war after to all
And this was both.
The love stored in his heart and the war of his own conscious, and eventually the love for you and his heart lawn over the war in his conscious.
âSo you see, yn? Start packing your bags. Youâre moving in with me and weâre gonna get married and have a child and live happily ever after.â
He stares at you with a lot of love in his eyes, but thereâs something darker and you recognize it because itâs such a familiar look
A look that you often saw in your own mirror.
You kiss him again and smile against his lips.
You will do anything for him and you know now that he will also do anything for you.
Everything was worth it.
He was always worth it.
And he knows for a fact that youâre always gonna be worth it
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[TEASER] THE LOVE PROGNOSIS (m) â JJK.
for as long as you can remember, youâve always been a hopeless romantic.
the girl whoâs always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. the kind of girl who thought her high school jock boyfriend would make good on his promise of keeping contact until college. that girl who thought the guy she met at 19 at some sleazy frat party wanted more than just sex. the girl who thought that her boyfriend at 21 would finally be The One after he introduced her to his parents on New Yearâs Eve. youâre the kind of girl who thought that it was smart to get a boyfriend in her first year of med school and get proposed to in fourth year.
but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesnât come grand â itâs simple and itâs quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that youâve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.
PAIRING jungkook x female reader // mingyu x female reader
GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
WORD COUNT 1.2k words for this teaser but the fic currently is at 22k words (heavily unedited). the final estimate is around 30-35k đ¤
WARNINGS/MISC medical!au, roommates!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!reader (they are both 4th year residents and are co-workers), corporate lawyer!mingyu, oc and jk are bffs since med school but their love language is fighting each other <3, jk and mingyu are bffs during undergrad, jk sluts it out quite oftenđ, hopeless romantic!oc, weddings and engagement themes, the angst is a bit extreme (medium level tbh) on this one, itâs the⌠yearning? one sided-love?, the surgeons gang: jk, oc, nayeon, doyeon, taehyung <3, multiple sex scenes (will specify once the fic comes out), i personally have only acquired a degree on Bingewatching Greyâs Anatomy so my medical knowledge is.. you see.. greys anatomy đ BUT! i did a lot of research for this pls dont crucify me. the full list of warnings will be indicated when the full fic comes out đđź anyways warnings particularly for this teaser: drunk oc, implied alcohol consumption, germaphobe jk lol
NOTES hello awrkive nation!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to do something for jkâs birthday this september and this is what i came up with đ i am so soooo so incredibly excited to announce this fic to you guys đľâđŤ ive been working on this on and off since the last week of july and its currently at 20k words so its coming along really well đŤ its gonna be a HUGEE HUGEEE fic since its estimated to be around 30k words which will be a first for me hehe <3 pls look forward to it and REPLY TO THE COMMENT SECTION IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST (pls do not send an ask for taglist request đŤśđź) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!!!!! I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS <33333
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âHey, swing me.â
You tell Jungkook, situating yourself more comfortably on the wooden platform attached to the chains.
âA dollar per minute.â He says, standing up from his own seat and placing himself behind you.
âI thought you hate capitalism? What is this?â
âThis is forced labor.â Jungkook says with a groan that you think is a feigned exasperation, since you begin to feel movement right after it.
âYou broke my hairdryer the other day. Consider this your compensation.â You look up at him to give him a smarmy smile.
Fom where youâre seated, you realize just how⌠big his presence is. Itâs not the looming, ominous type, though â itâs quite the opposite. When Jungkook surrounds you, you find a bit of comfort in it. A huge one if you want to be honest to yourself.
âAnd I already bought you a new one. Weâre even.â Jungkook squints his eyes at you.
You laugh.
âYouâre gonna borrow and break it again.â
He visibly winces. âTouchĂŠ.â
Jungkook swings you while you talk about your day, just like usual. He asks you about your laparoscopy that kept you from having lunch with the rest of your friends at the hospital earlier that day, about your new scrub cap, and you gossip a little about the new lab tech having a crush on the scrub nurse you both know.
For all his complaints earlier, Jungkook seemingly doesnât seem to mind having swung you for the past ten minutes now. Heâs relaxed and gentle with his movements, and his voice is quaint and soft as he talks to you.
But then you start to feel bad for him so you tell him to stop, standing up from the swing.
âOkay, your turn.â
Jungkook gives you a big grin.
âNice.â
You chuckle at his enthusiasm when he sits on the swing chair this time around. But when you attempt a push, he barely moves, prompting him to laugh.
âWhat weak ass push was that?â He says incredulously, looking at you.
You jut your bottom lip out. âYouâre heavy and Iâm drunk.â
The second time you push him is more forceful but then Jungkook voices out a complaint after the third, fourth, and every single time you do it. You roll your eyes at his tantrums, but then suddenly, you think of a much better idea.
You push him off the swing with all your remaining strength even though your body feels like jelly from all the alcohol you consumed an hour ago.
âWhat the fuck, __?â
You burst out in boisterous laughter at Jungkookâs state, his hands and knees planted on the ground. He then sits on it, clapping his palms together to get rid of some dust that gathered on his skin.
Without thinking too much about it, you make quick steps over to his direction and situate yourself beside him.
Jungkook looks at you, confused, but you only give him a grin.
âLetâs lie on the ground.â
âWhat? No!â Jungkook immediately opposes it. As you expected.
You scrunch your face. âOh! Look at me! Iâm Jeon Jungkook and Iâm a germaphobe and Iâm afraid of dirt!â You say, intentionally making your voice a pitch higher.
Jungkook deadpans. âPathogens can kill your cellsâ metabolic machinery, so, yeah? Iâm afraid of dirt.â
You roll your eyes at him and while he goes off about how they can also cause a toxic massive immune reaction, you push his chest forcefully which catches him off guard, prompting him to lay on the ground. Before he can say anything, you take his arm out to spread beside you and you use it to rest your head on.
Jungkook stops his rambling after that.
âSee, shut up.â You say, backhanding him slightly on the chest. You fix your gaze at the skies. âThe sky is beautiful tonight. Worry about your pathogens next time.â
Jungkook chuckles, and you feel the vibration of his body as he does so, being so close to him. As you peer up to look at him, you see him folding his other arm to lie his head on it.
You smile, going back to looking at the sky.
âThis is like in The Notebook.â Jungkook says after a beat of silence.
âRight?â You grin. âAnd with the pathogens, too.â You tease.
Jungkook laughs, pinching your arm in his reach. âGod, shut up about your pathogens.â
You chuckle at the irony.
âThatâs me,â you point upwards, referring to a big twinkling light in the sky. Then, you move your finger towards the star beside it. âAnd then thatâs you, âcause Iâm a bigger star than you.â
You feel Jungkook look at you from his position. âYou are so drunk.â
That causes you to giggle, clutching your stomach because you canât stop laughing at pretty much everything tonight.
âI feel like I'm not anymore. My head just feels like itâs floating but no, definitely not drunk.â
âWhatever you say.â Jungkook says, chest vibrating from laughing at you.
âHm. Race you to sleep, Jungkook.â You snuggle on his armpit. As you do, you smell a waft of your water lily springs body wash from Bath and Body Works. âCan you stop using my body wash?â
âWhat?â You can hear Jungkook say, but as he calls your name and more, his voice starts fading. â__? Hey, donât sleep on me.â
You hum, eyes still closed.
â__, hey!â Jungkook grazes your arms. You can feel your head moving as Jungkook starts to sit, guiding your back to sit upright. He calls you again, gently tapping your cheek to wake you up.
The truth is, youâre really sleepy, but not so much that you canât hear him anymore or move on your own.
Jungkook gives up trying to wake you up, though, convinced by your acting. Soon, he goes over in front of you, reaching for your arms and placing them around his neck.
âJust put your legs around me, yeah?â He whispers against your hair once youâre glued against his back.
You hum, intending it to sound like a mumble so Jungkook thinks you donât actually understand.
Jungkook fixes your legs around him, standing up, bouncing a little to get you nice and snug in his back. You smile at the prospect of a piggyback ride.
âI know youâre awake, silly,â He says suddenly, his voice painted with amusement.
You stifle your laughter against his neck, breaking your supposed to be convincing act.
âRace you to the car, Kook.â you whisper into his ear.
Jungkook scoffs, but he doesnât say anything more until you reach his car. He wears your seatbelt for you, though, and tells you to drink more water from his tumbler.
You fall asleep easily mid-drive.
In the morning, you wake up with a banging headache, your eyes catching the sight of a post-it note on your desk with one tab of Advil.
morning/afternoon stinky i made porridge before i left for my shift just heat it up again when you wake up
ps: your medical bill from my personal care will be discussed later when i get back home. no friends discount allowed
â your angelic friend, kookie
You chuckle at the (annoyingly elaborate) sketch of an angry bunny on the side.
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pairing: jungkook x fem reader
synopsis: starting off on the wrong foot with your new neighbor was not on the top of your bucket list, yet youâve made an enemy of jeon jungkook in less than 24 hours. unlucky for you, heâs not backing down either.
genre: enemies to friends to lovers (e2f2l)
wc: ~16.4k
cw: not so cute meet, slice of life, slight angst, fluff, mature language, mean jk and mean oc â they get better though, cheating (not main characters), fwb (not main characters), mutual pining, oc is lowkey a hopeless romantic, 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI đ, smut, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, love love love. if i got any rules/regulations wrong, i didnt. leave me alone, itâs fanfic đâ¨also written in lowercase bc thatâs just how my phone setting is and iâm too lazy to go back to capitalize ⌠¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
a/n: yuh ⌠inspired by real life events. anyways, this is the first time iâve posted a fic on this page. iâve been an avid reader (still am) but iâve been wanting to put something out too. so hereâs my gift to close out 2024. also, i miss jk. I MISS BANGTAN. ;-; enjoy and lmk your thoughts!
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if you had to describe your ideal neighbor in three words, itâd be: mindful, quiet, and kind. cause thatâs what your neighbor, mrs. lee, was to you in the last three years youâve lived in this apartment complex. she kept to herself, walked her small crusty (but cute) senior white dog, and brought you leftover cookies when she baked too much for her grandkids. you always had a feeling she made just the right amount with you in mind, but of course sheâd never tell you.
so when she broke the news that she was going to move into her sonâs home because theyâve been worried about her living alone, you were happy for her â happy that sheâs going to get taken care of, but sad that youâll be losing a great neighbor.
you tell her whoever moves in after her probably wonât be as good of a baker. she simply laughs and tells you to be nice.
three months pass and you hear footsteps outside your door one afternoon. when you try spying through your peephole to get a glimpse of the commotion, you see boxes stacked on the side of apt# 305.
finally, someone was moving in.
some of the boxes were spilling onto your welcome mat, but that didnât really bother you. you were more curious about your new neighbor ⌠er, perhaps neighbors. so any clue on whether it was going to be an individual or a family moving in would give you an idea of who youâll be living next to.
unfortunately for you, all the boxes were neatly sealed off.
âdang it.â you mutter to yourself while squinting at the labels on the boxes. clothes, kitchen, shoes ⌠workout? well, okay no indication of toys so you can safely assume there arenât any kids ⌠yet.
you look at your clock, itâs about time you head out to get your mail anyways. maybe youâll bump into your new neighbor(s).
except, it wasnât as easy to spot who exactly was going to be moving in with all the different movers. you sigh and sift through your mail as you walk up the stairs to your apartment. most of the boxes that were outside had already been moved inside the apartment by the time you returned from the mailroom.
as curious as you were of who your new neighbor could be, you had better things to do ⌠like binge watch your kdramas before your shift starts. maybe if youâre feeling extra nice ⌠youâll say hi later. no one wants to start off on a bad foot with their neighbor. you fumble around your pockets for your keys and eventually hear your locks click open when youâve successfully unlocked your door.
âhey, neighbor.â
you turn. now, in all your 28 glorious years of living, you can easily count the times youâve been starstruck on one hand. seeing the northern lights by accident on your way home in 2024, meeting your favorite youtuber at a late night diner when you were 15 years old, and being noticed by one of the highest ranked players in maplestoryâs world chat.
the person in front of you? a sight to behold. tall, killer smile, numerous piercings, and a forearm adorned in tattoos. yeah. you donât think starstruck would fit for this occurrence, but what you do know is that theyâve gotten you tongue tied.
âwelcome!â you blurt out and give a tight-lipped smile before barreling through your entryway. you donât give yourself another second to study his expression once the door shuts behind you. were you lame to run away from your new neighbor? sure. will you regret this? well, the cringe is already seeping in. youâre probably branded as the weird girl now ⌠whatever.
whatâs done is done.
you donât know if 305 is mindful, quiet, or kind.
but fuck, heâs hot.
â
305 was not quiet.
you know itâs a housewarming party with a couple of his friends. he didnât have to tell you ⌠you heard them loud and clear through the walls several times as they clinked their shot glasses for the 11th time that evening.
youâre texting your frustrations to dohwan, your boyfriend (?) er ⌠someone youâve been talking to (and fucking) these last 2 years. he hasnât quite put a label on the relationship just yet and claimed that he is only seeing you. labels didnât really matter to you but as time grew, youâve come to like him a lot and wished for something more. heâs career-driven, great in bed, and knows how to whip up a good breakfast the morning after he stays for the night. he was supposed to come over tonight, but told you he got caught up with work. itâs times like these where you feel a level of uncertainty with dohwan. you spiral and donât feel as secure as you want to be.
you shouldnât feel hurt or disappointed ⌠but you do, because hell, alright ⌠maybe you didnât just like him.
you love him.
youâre not embarrassed that you told him 9 months into seeing each other. has he said it back? no, but thatâs okay! everyone has a different timeline when it comes to feelings. you could only hope he meets yours soon enough. why else would he stay for this long?
back to the situation at hand.
youâre not an irritable person, but the least 305 couldâve done was given you a heads up that he was going to have a celebration. you wouldâve asked to stay over at dohwanâs in that case.
another round of laughter erupts through your walls and you grit your teeth in annoyance.
âfuckinâ hell,â you throw the covers off your body and march out of your apartment. you find yourself glaring at 305âs door â a juxtaposition from how you usually looked when mrs. lee used to reside here.
god, you missed her.
you knock on the door a few times, taking note how the chattering from the inside decreases and some footsteps grow close to the door.
again, you almost want to want to run back to your apartment when youâre face to face with 305âs handsome confused face.
realizing itâs you, 305 smiles, âoh, heyââ
âitâs nearly 12 a.m. do you mind?â you cut him off.
his smile drops and he leans one shoulder on his doorway.
âsorry,â he says, âweâll wrap up soon.â
youâd usually drop something this trivial by now, but youâre in a foul mood. unfortunately for 305, this is will be his official first impression of you.
âhow much longer is âsoon?â itâs been like this for 4 hours,â you really donât mean for it to come out that way, but the damage is done.
little did you know, 305 wasnât going to backdown either. he may be new to this complex, but heâs not privy to obnoxious neighbors. the only difference is that he thought you were going to be quiet and shy, much like the first meeting.
âdonât know.â he shrugs.
âi really donât want to involve property management.â you cross your arms. itâs a half threat â youâve never called because you never needed to ⌠but youâll flip through your 50 page rental agreement if you have to.
he mirrors your stance and looks out to your apartmentâs door.
âwell, sorry to burst your bubble, 307.â he says and you see red, âbut management is aware of my get together. itâs not my fault they didnât inform the other residents.â
âasshole.â you mutter under your breath.
he smiles again, a little less friendly and more condescending this time, âweâll finish soon, 307. good night.â he shuts his door on you before you can formulate a sentence and youâre left outside in the dark.
â
âyo, jungkook ⌠were we being too loud?â hoseok asks while popping a handful of m&mâs into his mouth.
âyeah, cause your laugh can be heard from all throughout korea,â jimin mocks, earning him a shove from hoseok.
ânah, donât worry about it. just my neighbor saying hi.â jungkook plops down on the sofa with the rest of his friends.
âoh? shouldâve invited them in. we have enough pizza to feed a village.â taehyung nudges his side.
jungkook laughs and shakes his head, âjust scale down on the volume and weâll be golden.â
jungkook loves good company, having lived with his friends for most of his college years, he was a bit reluctant to move out. itâs a little bittersweet, but all his friends are happy for him and his new journey in adulthood. he wonât have to deal with messy roommates and random guests ⌠vice versa. as fun as it was to live in a house full of your best friends, at the end of the day, men will be men. gross, loud, and obnoxious.
not jungkook though, so he thinks.
âha! called it,â jimin snorts, âyou were being too loud, hyung.â this earns jimin a punch to the arm and hoseokâs booming laugh when jimin dramatically falls off the chair.
jungkook knew it was useless to request this of his friends, so he took it upon himself to give the property manager a heads up. lucky for him, the lady seemed more than happy to accommodate. she even left her business card with him after he signed the lease ⌠something about calling her if thereâs ever an issue with the apartment â any time of the day.
weird.
whatâs weirder was his neighbor. from running away during the first meeting to demanding he end his housewarming on the spot. okay, to be fair, you didnât, but you might as well have. it didnât help that jungkook was hotheaded and gets a little irrational when something involved his friends.
so what if he thought you were pretty in your black pajama set? you called his friends loud, when in honesty, they couldâve been much worse. seriously. he knows jiminâs taunting held some truth. hoseok has been responsible for some noise complaints in the past. so this was considered manageable. plus, itâs not like heâll be inviting them over every weekend.
but if it meant pissing you off, he might consider it.
alright, he wasnât that cruel and he definitely doesnât want to make living next to you unbearable. heâll apologize first thing in the morning tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to enjoy his time with his best friends.
â
jungkook was going to murder you.
not literally, but he could if it wasnât for the major hangover holding him back. he blinks twice, looks at the clock on his nightstand, reads 7:01am, and lets out a big sigh after another round of drilling vibrates against his wall.
fuckinâ hell.
it feels comical now that heâs in front of your apartment, face still swollen from sleep, but so visibly upset at being woken up at the ass crack of dawn.
âare you serious?â he asks, voice still laced with heavy sleep.
you, on the other hand, look put together and almost too happy this early in the day. jungkook can only rule you out as a psychopath â a pretty psychopath. your hair all in place, lashes kissing your cheeks when you smile at him, and not a single wrinkle on your clothing in sight.
âwhatâs up,â you peer outside your door just as he did last night, â305?â
he wants to let out a groan, but thatâd give you too much power.
âdrilling at 7 in the morning? thatâs gotta be a violation.â his voice still laced with sleep, though, heâs sure to sound assertive.
ânope! here,â you smile and pull out your phone, the level of brightness makes jungkook squint, âcounty regulations allow work as early as 6:30am.â
âyeah, if thereâs justification. thereâs no reason for you to be drilling this early.â jungkook argues back.
you pout, evidently not sad at that revelation, âbut my mental health. i was kept up all night by my neighbor and his friends ⌠i need some wall decor to cheer me up. surely you could sympathize, right?â
you donât allow him to formulate another thought as youâre shutting the door, âiâll be done soon, have a good day!â
jungkook almost wants to laugh at how irritated he is, but all he can do now is try to get some shut eye before his shift starts. that is, if he can even go back to sleep.
shouldâve asked his friends for some earplugs as a housewarming gift.
â
the drilling eventually came to a stop. only because you could not be bothered to wake up earlier than you had to and you think you made your point pretty clear to your neighbor â donât fuck with me.
honestly, youâre not sure what came over you. you never liked causing issues for people and youâre also well liked by your work peers and friends, so this was out of character of you. it also didnât help that your friends spurred you on and praised you for one upping him. as the rage dissipated from your system, youâve come to the conclusion of why you acted out.
your new neighbor was a conventionally attractive man. he probably knows this too judging from the way he spoke to you â like youâd back down just because he said so. he probably was able to schmooze the lease manager into giving him a better rent deal and get pardoned for all the noise he made during his housewarming party. sucks for him; youâre not a fan of pretty privilege.
you had to set him straight, so drilling into a random piece of wood every morning right near his bedroom wall was the perfect revenge. you expected some backlash from him; surprisingly, he didnât say a word to you after his first confrontation. so, you stopped the antics after the third day.
weeks later, you learned his name is jeon jungkook. not through a formal introduction ⌠only because his mail got mixed in with yours and you tossed it onto his welcome mat. he eventually came to realize your name through the same way too.
though, heâll always be 305 to you and youâll always be 307 to him.
thatâs fine.
youâll scowl every time you see him and heâll stick a middle finger up to you as well.
the feeling was mutual.
âso, are you still battling it out with your new neighbor?â dohwan asks one evening. his head was actually between your legs at the moment. you like having random conversations during sex, but talking about your annoying neighbor wasnât on the top of your list.
âmm, yeah,â you moan lowly when he flicks his tongue on your clit. âwell n-no, not anymore.â you correct yourself, âoh fuck, keep going.â
âgood, iâm tired of hearing about him,â he chuckles against you and continues his ministrations between your folds. if you were caught off guard by his comment, you werenât anymore. the pleasure coursing through your body is enough to make your head spin.
he moves away from your body once youâve come by his mouth. without warning, he slips inside you and you hiss from the overstimulation, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.
âgonna fuck you so well.âheâs thrusting relentlessly, âitâs what you need, huh princess?â
you nod, too overcome by the power of his thrusts hitting all the right spots. dohwan is a little more vocal tonight â it makes you feel special but youâre also a little self conscious about your nextdoor neighbor hearing things. youâve always kept it down even when mrs. lee lived next door, jungkook would be no exception.
people fuck, it doesnât mean you canât be courteous. you sure as hell donât want to hear your neighbor fucking given that youâve seen him bring back several different girls to the apartment these couple of weeks.
one thing youâll commend jungkook for is not being a loud fucker in the bed.
âbaby,â you whine as he pauses a little to listen to what you have to say, âwe should keep it down.â
he tilts his head, reaches in between your bodies and circles slowly on your clit with his thumb while he resumes rocking into you. you keen and almost let out a moan.
âwhy? let the asshole hear.â he grunts when he picks up the pace again. dohwan kisses down your neck and leaves a red hickey on your collarbone. you let out a pretty sigh and wrap your legs around his waist.
ây-you,â he moans particularly louder and it throws you off slightly, âsaw the way he looked at me today, right?â
you didnât, but you definitely saw the way dohwan glared at jungkook and tightened his hold on your waist before entering your apartment. meanwhile jungkook had just come back from his evening run â at least thatâs what you assumed since he was wiping away his sweaty hair from his flushed face coming up the stairs.
âbaby, are you really going to talk to me about another man while weâre fucking?â you laugh and cup his face in your hands. he huffs in frustration but his eyes soften, itâs opposite to the brutal pace heâs set on your pussy.
âsorry,â he continues fucking into you and the room is filled with wet noises and his panting once again. even though he apologized, he does nothing to lower his volume.
knock-knock. the sound definitely did not come from the frontdoor, it was far too close to hear.
another series of knocks come and you realize itâs your bedroom wall. dohwan pays no attention to those sounds and is far into chasing his own high, but you move your hands over his mouth to muffle his grunts.
jeon jungkook is knocking on your wall.
he knows youâre having sex and youâve become that obnoxious neighbor. if that wasnât enough of an instant mood killer, you hear him blasting one of akonâs featured hits âi just had sexâ to mock you and dohwan.
yeah, sexy time is over. you push dohwan off you and head into the bathroom to nurse your embarrassment.
shortly that night, dohwan leaves and itâs the first time youâve gotten into an argument with him where you think heâs in the wrong.
â
people find it daunting to go to the movies alone. youâd agree until you were forced to go alone after no one wanted to go watch twilight with you in high school. it was awkward at first, but once the light dimmed and the movie started, no one cared about their surroundings.
thatâs why you liked going alone. no one will pay attention to how alone you were. everyone in there will be focused on the big screen in front â you included. there was always something liberating about doing things alone too. âlike yeah, stick it ⌠i donât need anyone.â kind of energy.
the only thing you wished was to have someone to discourse with after the movie ended. itâs not a dealbreaker though. you could have easily asked dohwan to come with you, but youâve been ignoring him since last week after the loud sex fiasco.
regardless, youâre watching moana 2 today. youâre sure itâs going to be a full house given that itâs the opening week. you can only pray that you wonât be surrounded by snotty (literally) kids. nonetheless, youâre excited and the theater was getting filled up as more movie goers come in during the preview. your row was nearly full, saved for the single empty seats on your left and right side.
score, no seat partners or snotty kids. youâve won this time around.
youâre texting your friends and telling them your luckâ
âahem.â
you look up and you see two people standing in front of you. youâre sure itâs for the seats on your left and right side cause you double checked your ticket before sitting down and everyone else in your row has been seated for quite some time.
âcan you move?â one person asks. weirdly enough, the voice is familiar.
even though the lights are low in the theater, you can see that itâs a man and a woman. and when you squint a little more at their figure, thatâs when something catches your eyes. a tiger lily tattoo, the same one that your neighbor has.
no fucking way.
âhello?? can you move?â he asks again a little more aggressively. thereâs no way he canât recognize itâs you being that the movie screen is bright enough to shine a light on you. doesnât matter. you werenât going to move before and you definitely arenât going to move now. hell, youâve been asked plenty of times to move by both families and couples in the past â the difference was that they asked nicely. some were generous enough to offer you snacks when you did move for them.
jungkook? nah. no thank you. youâll stay right where you are.
ânope.â you hold out your ticket to show your seat number and refocus back on the previews playing.
the girl behind him grabs his arm and gently asks him what seat numbers he got.
âk11 and 13.â he mumbles.
yeah, cause you had bought k12.
âoh, um, itâs okay! we wouldnât even be talking during the movies anyways,â she reassures with a kind smile. âletâs sit so that weâre not blocking anyone?â
jungkook gives her a tight lipped smile and plops down on k11 while the girl takes k13.
âyouâre fucking annoying for that.â he says only loud enough for you to hear. heâs angrily eating his popcorn and it makes you want to laugh mockingly. heâs dressed in all black with a silver chain dangling loosely around his neck. his hair is neatly styled and he smells nice. perfect for a first date ⌠minus you being the factor to ruin it.
âiâm not the one that booked shit last minute. do better.â you shrug.
the previews are still playing and you look over at the girl. sheâs so pretty and probably too sweet for jungkookâs good based on how she handled the seating situation.
you feel a little guilty, but that feeling leaves you the moment jungkook hands over the popcorn to the girl, spilling a couple on your lap. you glare, he smirks, and the girl unknowingly takes the bucket from him.
well, two can play that game.
âyour nails are so cute, whereâd you get them done?â you ask.
she beams and shows you her set, âa little shop called banger nails down myeong-dong! theyâre great.â
âoh, your nails are so pretty though. where do you get it done?â
truth be told, you havenât had your nails filled in over 3 weeks ⌠you know they look rough, but you assume sheâs just trying to maintain a conversation being that her actual date was a seat away.
you tell her your shop and she tells you sheâll definitely try out that location when she has the chance. she offers you some popcorn and you unashamedly take some, making sure jungkook sees.
he clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, but makes no move to turn to your direction.
âoh, how rude of me. whatâs your name?â you reach out to shake her hands.
ânayeon,â she answers and takes your hand in hers, âyou?â
you tell her your name and she nods with a sweet smile. yeah, sheâs definitely too good for jungkook.
the movie starts and youâre whispering commentaries and giggling with nayeon. you both held hands during the intense scenes and teared up at the ending. it felt really nice to connect with someone like this right off the bat. she was kind and funny throughout the entirety of the movie too.
you canât say the same for jungkook. he had his arms crossed with a deep frown stamped on his face for two whole hours.
when the movie credit rolls, jungkook stands up and holds out his hand to help nayeon up. huh, chivalry isnât dead you suppose. nayeon stands up and waves at you.
âit was so nice meeting you! we should definitely hang out. here, letâs follow each other on instagram!â she fumbles through her purse for her phone and you notice how jungkook closes his eyes in frustration behind her.
you and nayeon exchange contacts and as youâre reclining your seat upright, you hear jungkook ask her, âwould you wanna get some froyo? my treat for messing up on the tickets.â
âaw, it all worked out though! i met a new friend,â she gestures over to you. jungkook doesnât really acknowledge nor claim he has already met you.
why would he?
âiâm glad,â he replies, âstill though, i feel bad that we didnât really hang out. still up for that sweet treat?â
nayeon nods and looks back at you, âwould you like to join us?â
unbeknownst to nayeon, jungkook looks at you in desperation this time and shakes his head pleadingly. you think youâve tortured him enough this evening and you donât want to subject yourself to hanging out with jungkook. seeing the couple link hands in front of you, youâre sorta missing dohwan a little now ⌠so youâll reach out to him and see what heâs doing.
âno, itâs okay. you both should enjoy that sweet treat together. iâll text you on instagram!â you wave and jungkook lets out a breath of relief.
âletâs go?â now, what shocks you is his soft smile towards nayeon. itâs almost a 180 to the attitude youâve experienced with him. then again, maybe it takes a special kind of person to bring that side out of you. nayeon can definitely do that.
she waves at you again and this time jungkook also waves at you (begrudgingly) too. itâs not a goodbye, but a âsee you later ⌠unfortunately.â type of wave.
â
you come back from dohwanâs place a little after midnight.
nothing special happened, just hung out like normally. he didnât bring up the argument and you didnât feel like talking about jungkook either. this was a regular occurrence in your relationship with him. fights were always difficult, but the mend was easy ⌠cause you guys tend to just sweep the issue under the rug.
clean slate.
âjesus christ!â you jump at the sight of a tall dark figure when you reach the top of your floor. your hand flies to your chest to hold down your hammering heart.
ârelax, 307. just me.â jungkook says.
âscared the shit out of me.â you murmur to yourself. you proceed to open your door just as jungkook gets his keys out too.
âfitting for a piece of shit like yourself.â
âexcuse me?â you raise your brows in question.
âyou heard me,â he steps back out from his door, âloud for no reason, fuck like youâre the only one in the complex, and donât even have the decency to move a seat over. itâs no wonder the previous resident moved away.â
you really want to argue back, but he read you for filth. you really have been an asshole, still, the comment about mrs. lee hurt. youâre not what jungkook makes you to be, but youâve given him every reason to perceive you in this manner.
âlook, iâll apologizeââ
ânah, save it. iâm tired of being nice too. have the night you deserve.â with that, he goes into his apartment and youâre left contemplating how you let things get this bad and awkward with your new neighbor.
thereâs no point in trying to talk to your neighbor now. itâs late. youâll process everything first and try talking to him tomorrow.
â
the talk never happened.
because for the next 27 days, youâve been woken up by a blender at 5 a.m. you let that slide for the first 5 days thinking it was jungkookâs way of venting out his frustrations, but by the end of the week, you were back on hating your neighbor.
today marks day 28. youâve had a long day at work and dohwan has been dodgy with you this week. you call him during lunch to ask him why heâs been so distant and he immediately goes off on you saying that he feels suffocated and that he likes his space. it hurts. because you thought that when you really like someone, all you want to do is fill your day with them.
itâs the evening after your shift and you barely make it up the top of the stairs before you sit down and cry into your hands. itâs so fucking embarrassing crying over a man, especially for one that you really like. majority of the time, he really does make you feel like youâre on top of the world, but then take you down to the pits of hell.
highest of highs, lowest of lows.
it fucking hurts, but you also donât want to be more alone than how you are.
you hear footsteps come closer and you immediately wipe away your tears and look to the other side of the railing. the person coming up doesnât stop and walks up past you.
you know them. you know itâs him. you can tell by his cologne and the black converse he fancies.
when you think heâs far enough and in his apartment, you let yourself cry some more.
little did you know, jungkook stands at the top of the stairs, contemplating on whether he should talk to you. he thinks youâre crying because of the blender. or maybe youâre crying because you have to go home to a shitty neighbor. feels bad and guilty. hates to see women cry or anyone cry for that matter âŚ
you hear footsteps from behind and sniffle into your hands.
âuh, 307?â
âwhat?â your tone is biting but thatâs understandable. youâve been under a lot of stress.
he sighs, sits down right next to you on one of the steps. his legs are long so his knees fan out a little to brush yours. you scoot away and look at him with your bloodshot eyes.
ah, shit. he feels even worse.
âi know iâve been a dick to you from the start.â he begins.
you scoff and look away.
âyou didnât make things easy either, okay?â he rolls his eyes, âbut if youâre crying about the blender âŚâ
âoh for fuckâs sake! no, this isnât about the blender, 305.â you huff.
âah.â he opens his mouth and closes it to think what to say next, âlemme guess ⌠boy trouble?â
âshut the fuck up.â
he does so this time for a few minutes until you start talking.
âlook, iâve been meaning to say this but iâm sorry for being an asshole to you. youâre new here and i gave you a bad impression of me. i donât want to continue making this a hostile living situation for the both of us.â you meant every word you said and whether jungkook accepts your apology, thatâs for him to decide. at least you were the bigger person to apologize and take accountability.
âthanks. iâm sorry for being rude too. clean slate?â he reaches his hand out for you to shake. you look at his tattooed hand and a part of you feels relieved at the prospect of a resolution. you shake his hand in agreement. his hand was warm, a little calloused, but the hold was firm and promising.
âyouâll stop with the blender now?â you muse.
âaw man, i was getting used to the daily fresh green smoothies ⌠but i think the blender is on its last leg. iâll spare you for now and buy premade smoothies,â he grins and winks jokingly. his smile was friendly, similar to the one he gave to nayeon that one date. speaking of which, youâll have to text her when you get home ⌠sheâll definitely want to hear this update. youâve been religiously in contact with her since the movie date and sheâs been your person when it came to complaining about jungkook.
you and jungkook stare out at the sunset and breathe in the autumn air. itâs nice and just what you needed.
âhey, 307?â jungkook breaks the silence after a while and you hum in response, âfor what itâs worth, he sounds like a dying gorilla when he fucks.â
it was the first time you laughed all day.
â
things have gone back to normal between you and dohwan surprisingly. he apologized to you the next day and said he acted out because work has been on him lately. you accepted his apology.
on top of that, you and jungkook are ⌠getting along? heâs actually not that bad. he greets you every morning and makes small talk with you about the weather when you are both at the mailroom.
oh, and the blender at 5 a.m. have stopped completely. he does complain that he misses his green smoothie, to which you reply that he can still make it ⌠just not when youâre still in deep sleep.
âno thanks, the prep is annoying.â he brushes it off.
so one morning after grocery shopping, you pick up a cup of green smoothie from your favorite shop and drop it off at his door before heâs back from his usual run.
âdrink up, 305. - your lovely, sweet, favorite neighbor 307 âĄâ
to which, he dropped off a matcha pastry to you the next day after you mentioned how youâve been craving it lately.
âpeace offering to the demon. ps. youâre my only neighbor LOL - 305â
needless to say, this started a ritual between you and him dropping off snacks and drinks to each other.
so yeah, things have been good.
tonight, dohwan is taking you out on a movie date to watch wicked. itâs not your first choice, but you love a classic so youâre open to see this modern-day remake. plus, heâs been extra sweet to you too.
youâre standing near the ticketing area waiting for dohwan to get snacks when you suddenly hear, â307?â
you turn your head and itâs jungkook with a girl youâve never met before. he waves and asks what youâre watching.
you point at a nearby wicked movie poster and he nods.
âweâre seeing the same movie too. sorry, forgot to introduce you both â this is jinah,â he gestures at the girl next to him and she nods at you in acknowledgment, âand this is my neighbor.â
âohhh the one that drilled for a week?â she marvels at you and you flush at her question.
âthree days,â he corrects, âbut felt like an eternity.â jungkook looks back at you like itâs an inside joke and you feel warm under his gaze.
âheâs exaggerating. eternity is waking up to a blender for almost a month.â you fire back casually and it earns a laugh from everyone.
âwell, youâre here with someone this time right?â he teases since he notices your makeup is done extra nice tonight and you have on a shorter beige skirt that cuts right at the top of your thighs. you looked beautiful whether or not this was for an actual date.
anyways, itâs all said in pure jest and he knows you take no offense in it when you laugh. knows he can joke around with you now â youâve both established a good rapport.
âmhm. you bought tickets right next to each other this time?â you retort and he snorts at your question.
jungkook stares off from a distance and his gaze changes. he takes hold of jinahâs hand in front of you.
âiâll catch you later, 307. enjoy the movie, âkay?â
âoh, okay,â you stare at jungkook in confusion, âit was nice meeting you, jinah. hope you both enjoy the movie.â
they both turn and head to the the concessions first and youâre back waiting alone again, but not for long.
a hand touches your lower back and you know it belonged to dohwan.
âready?â he hands over your drink and you both head to the screening auditorium.
thereâs an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you push it away once youâve found your seats.
â
jungkook feels sick.
heâs seated behind you and dohwan. that was fine â wasnât the problem.
the issue was seeing him be overly affectionate to you once he took notice of jungkook outside the auditorium. he doesnât want to assume, but thatâs the energy he gets from dohwan. itâs too much. though perhaps thatâs how he usually was to you â he should be doting to you as someone youâre romantically involved with.
jungkook has a bad feeling about him.
jungkook has been on multiple dates this year, nothing ever leading to more because there wasnât a spark beyond physical attraction. he doesnât want to waste anyoneâs time or hurt someone in the process if he were to continue something he sees no future with. which brings him to wonder why you still entertain that man when he clearly comes and goes as he pleases.
the sex canât be that good ⌠based on what jungkook was forced to hear that one evening. plus, he made you cry. that man canât be good.
well, what does he know about relationships? heâs the âserial daterâ while youâve been with the same person. obviously jungkook is doing something wrong. maybe jungkook was just projecting.
he lets out a sigh when dohwan slips his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
âyou good?â jinah whispers.
âyeah, sorry. didnât realize how long the movie was. ass is starting to go numb,â he smiles apologetically.
she nods and refocuses back to the big screen. jinah was nice, but a little too uptight for his liking ⌠she would stare back blankly at him when he tells a joke and it makes him question his own humor. heâs sure heâs a funny guy â you always seemed to laugh at his remarks.
shit.
why was he thinking about his neighbor when heâs on a date with another person?
he shakes away those thoughts and zones in on the movie. just a couple more hours till he can go home and relax. a bitter part of him hopes he doesnât have to see you and dohwan enter your place together tonight.
â
you and jungkook have this thing where you go on walks and get your mail at the same time on fridays. thatâs the day you work from home and heâs off.
you never liked walks but jungkook called you out one day for walking extra stiff up the stairs. you canât help it ⌠sitting for long hours at a desk job wasnât ideal for your body, but it got the bills paid. by the end of your shifts, youâre too burnt out to do anything. youâre not like him who goes on routine runs at the ass crack of dawn. not everyone was fortunate to have a ⌠wait, youâre not sure what he really did for work.
â305.â you deadpan, trying to maintain your big steps to match his long strides.
âhm?â he takes notice of your walking form and slows down his pace so that you can catch up. his dimples are on full display when he looks at you and it nearly makes you forget what you were going to ask him.
âwhat do you do for work?â
âwhatâs it to you, 307?â his brows raise in question and he chuckles when you scowl.
âjust wondering. you seem to have a good work-life balance.â you shrug. he has to be making some form of income to afford the cost of living in this part of the city, so if itâs not an office job like yours, youâre curious what his line of work could be in.
âcurrently a tattoo apprentice, but i do art commissions on the side.â
âoh?â it makes sense. he had this artistic aura to him ⌠tattoo apprentice also made sense too with his sleeve of tattoos. you wonder how many of those he designed himself.
âthatâs very cool,â you mean it. you wish you could draw but your art skills could only rival a preschooler at best.
âyeah?â he scratches his behind his head, a habit youâve noticed he does when he gets a little shy or flustered. âparents were super against it up until they saw what i made on my first commission.â
âitâs always like that with parents, huh? if youâre not a doctor or lawyer, nothing is ever enough for them,â you shake your head. itâs a small revelation, but jungkook feels the weight of your words. he can relate.
âyou like what you do?â he tries to change the topic.
âitâs okay, gets the bills paid but honestly iâm developing a shrimp back from sitting at the desk all day.â you confess.
âgood thing weâre going on these walks, miss hunchback.â he quips and nudges your arm with his elbow.
you stick your tongue out at him and his smile widens. jungkook takes out his phone and shows you some of the tattoos heâs assisted with on some clients these past months. you zoom in and stare in awe â the line work and colors were beyond beautiful and clean.
âtheyâre amazing, jungkook.â
his nose crinkles when he smiles at your compliment and cheeks flush at the usage of his real name.
âwhenever youâre free, you can come over to check out my commissions.â he offers.
âyeah? you promise this isnât some secret invitation to get murdered?â you smile cheekily at him and he playfully rolls his eyes.
âno promises,â he says and grins when you dramatically stop in your tracks.
âcome on, 307. your lunch break is almost over and i gotta get my mail.â
â
you and jungkook return from the mailroom with stacks of envelopes and coupon advertising from random companies.
heâs behind you looking through his stack. among his many bad habits, one is not having the patience to open his mail in the comforts of his own home. typically by the time you both get to your respective doors, he already has the majority of his envelopes torn open.
men.
you stick your key into your door and hear jungkook gasp.
âshit!â he lets out a string of curses and you glance over where heâs at in front of his door ⌠absolutely decked out in glitter.
âwhat the hell is this?â heâs dusting himself off, but that only serves to worsen the damage.
all the lights in your head go off. fuck. you had forgotten about the glitter prank order you made during the time jungkook was being a little shit with his blender. you totally forgot to call the company to cancel it âŚ
you feel bad, but you canât help but let out a series of giggles.
âoh my ⌠jungkook, iâm so sorry,â you say in between your fits of laughter.
he looks at you in confusion but it doesnât take long for him to piece things together. he tips his head back and looks at you incredulously.
âyou did this? 307 ⌠this is too much. how the fuck am i gonna get rid of all this glitter?â he opens his arms out and it makes you laugh even more to see him in this state.
ââm sorry, i âŚâ you try to catch your breath, âforgot to cancel the request and you were being such a dickhead that time.â
âi fuckinâ look like edward cullen.â he groans, looking at you with a serious expression and that has you doubling over.
he eventually joins you in your laughter, hands clutching his stomach.
âh-here,â you say in between tears, âiâll help you.â
you dust off some flecks of glitter on his shoulders and reach up to smear it over his cheeks. this has got to be the highlight of your week.
jungkook pulls away and laughs at your antics.
âyou think this is funny, huh?â he opens his arms again and you nod while stifling away your giggles, but your demeanor changes when he smirks deviously.
his arms circle around you and presses your face into his hard chest. jungkook is cackling just as hard as you are. heâs rubbing his body on your frame and youâve accepted your fate cause youâre no match for his strength. youâre both even now. all glittered up, laughing, and having so much fun with this âmisfortune.â
you wonât admit youâre enjoying his embrace. you wonât admit you fancy his cologne and aftershave. you wonât admit how you feel so soft against the hard ridges of his torso.
you definitely wonât admit how starstruck you got when he finally lets up and stares at you cheekily, unknowing of his doings and how pretty the glitter flecks frame his cheekbones and nose bridge.
he really was perfection.
little did you know, jungkook was also completely enamored by the way your eyes sparkle despite the crazy amount of glitter now stuck on your face and body.
did time freeze? no one has said a word but you can hear and feel your hearts pounding against each other in this close proximity.
âwhat the fuck?â a voice pulls both you and jungkook out from that dream-like state.
you look and itâs dohwan. confusion and anger is etched and evident on his face. heâs holding a bag of takeout, for what you assume was going to be your lunch. he stalks over and grabs your wrist and yanks you away from jungkook.
âhey man, itâs not what it looks like.â jungkook says. jungkookâs expression is neutral with a hint of annoyance in his tone. dohwan pays no attention to him and looks at you instead.
âare you cheating on me?â
âthe hell, dohwan?â you stare back in shock at his accusation.
realizing how awkward this situation was, you start pulling dohwan towards your apartment. you quickly turn to jungkook where he was still standing, he looks concerned for you, âsorry, jungkook. uh, iâll catch you later.â
he nods and moves around you and dohwan to get to his apartment door.
when you and dohwan are finally in the privacy of your home, you turn and heâs setting down the takeout on your coffee table. you can tell heâs still upset because he makes no move to sit down â he leans against your wall with his arms crossed.
âwell?â
âwell, what? it really wasnât what it looked like, dohwan.â you roll your eyes, making your way to your sink to wash off the glitter on your skin. glitter was a bitch to get rid of, but youâll do just about anything to distract you of dohwanâs awful attitude. you have about 10 minutes till you have to get back to work and donât have the time to be arguing.
âdonât fucking lie. youâre always raving about how nice he is to you now. and iâve seen the way he looks at you. thatâs not some âfriendly neighborâ shit,â dohwan raises his voice in frustration.
you toss the kitchen rag onto your counter and turn, âwhatâs so wrong about me talking about how someone is nice to me?! at least you know about the people in my life, but i donât know jack-shit about yours. i donât know what youâre insinuating, but you need to check yourself.â
âdonât try to spin this on me. whatever is going on with you and your neighbor, needs to stop.â
âliterally nothing is happening between us??â you run your hand over your face, âi can pick and choose who stays in my life, dohwan. you canât control that.â you try to level your breathing. you hated feeling like your partner laid claim on you as if you were some sort of property and had ownership.
donât cry. donât cry. donât cry.
his eyes soften after realizing what he implied and he comes closer to you. he rubs your forearms and pulls you in for a hug. you let the tears fall now.
âiâm sorry. i didnât mean it like that. itâs just ⌠i was insecure.â he confesses.
you sniffle into his chest, âwhy?â
he chuckles, âmy girl hanging around a good looking dude? who wouldnât be insecure?â
his girl.
âwasnât aware i was your girlfriend.â you pull away from his warmth and regret seeing the glitter youâve transferred onto his clothing in the process.
âwell ⌠i mean, youâre technically not. who needs labels?â he brushes you off and sits on the couch now. youâre left standing there, another wave of uncertainty washes over you. 5 minutes till you need to start working ⌠do you really want to open the can of worms right now?
fuck it.
âi donât know. people who love each other?â
he snorts then rolls his eyes when he realizes youâre back in serious mode.
âhere we go again. weâve been through this plenty of timesââ
âdo you even like me?â
âyes, of course.â he answers quickly.
âdo you love me?â
heâs silent.
âthen what are we doing, dohwan?â the real question was ⌠what were you doing? itâs hitting year three of this situationship and nothing more has progressed.
âhey, hey ⌠i thought you enjoyed spending time with each other ⌠we agreed that it was just me and you,â he comes close to you again, but you hold a hand out to keep some distance.
âi need to get back to work. can you give me some space?â you mumble, âthanks for the food.â
â
the fallout between you and dohwan was anything but amicable.
you both boiled it all down to two things: you want more. he wants things to remain the same.
you requested for space and a break in the meantime while you figure things out. during that time, you felt yourself distancing from jungkook too. he tried to greet you like normally after dohwanâs confrontation, yet every time you see him, you make a beeline into your apartment.
guess old habits die hard.
you took this time to focus on you. you spoke to a therapist, got in contact with some girlfriends, visited your family, and busied yourself with work. self improvement, if one could call it. your therapist recommended to decentralize men in your life for a while so that you can focus on yourself. which meant no dohwan.
⌠and no jungkook.
youâve been keeping nayeon posted on your life and she calls you out for being inconsiderate to jungkook. funny, because she was on your side when he was being rude to you and immediately ghosted him after the movie date (you still havenât told jungkook youâve been in contact with nayeon because things have gotten a little crazy). you promised to her youâll talk to him soon though. he was just unfortunately caught in the crossfire of your messy relationship.
honestly? you missed your neighbor â your friend. but you needed to get your head sorted out and youâd be terrible company either way.
jungkook didnât deserve that.
the break between you and dohwan meant that you donât talk to each other till you figured things out.
breaks meant for a reset.
he kept texting you and telling you how much he missed you.
you had to keep reminding him of the boundaries.
he eventually obliged.
thinking you were finally ready to talk weeks later, you went over to his place after work, only to find him in shock, hair disheveled, red scratch marks all over his chest and shoulders.
âoh, um, iââ you panic, feel your heart drop to your stomach when the realization settles in after you hear another voice call out his name from behind.
dohwan took that break and fell into bed with another woman.
âw-wait, let me explain,â he follows you out his door and nearly topples over you when you turned abruptly to face him.
you feel betrayed â so much for âme and you.â the anger bubbling in your chest has a way of migrating through your body. you tremble, tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and your teeth dig hard on your bottom lip ⌠you can taste metallic.
âweâre on a break,â he says as if you werenât aware of the terms you originally initiated.
âokay? so that means you go and fuck someone else?â your voice is shaky but you push on, âyou cheated.â
âno! i mean, fuck, what did you expect me to do? we stopped talking and it was fucking lonely ⌠iâ you canât put all the blame on me,â he stammers.
so, it was your fault?
âi didnât make you sleep with someone else. a-allâ,â you choke on a sob, âall i asked was for some space and time. you couldnât even give me that.â
the thing is, dohwan hasnât given you anything beyond what he was willing to get from you. he liked your company, thought you were a sweet and funny girl, and god were you good in bed. he didnât feel ready to settle down in a relationship ⌠felt that being with someone officially took the spark out, but he also wasnât willing to let you go.
so he held out for as long as he could. as a result, you did too in hopes that he could find it in himself to change his feelings for you.
love is patient, love is kind.
youâve been patient, youâve been kind. if this is love, why does it break you down?
maybe this love wasnât for you; but rather, he isnât for you no matter how long you wait and the number of pennies youâve thrown into the wishing well.
âgoodbye, dohwan.â
â
jungkook hates overly loud sex.
itâs the reason why he takes the extra precaution to put socks on his bed frames to muffle any potential noises. if his partner was a huge moaner, heâd do what any sensible person would ⌠stuff his fingers into their mouth. what? the girl usually doesnât mind and it minimizes the noises. plus, it was hot.
win-win.
sex didnât have to be over the top to show that youâre passionate. jungkook knows that very well.
itâs also why he originally lost a lot of respect for you when he overheard you and dohwan having sex that one time. well, mainly dohwan.
fuckinâ gorilla.
jungkook has been worried for you ever since that awkward glitter situation. he wanted to apologize and even talk to dohwan if itâd make things less stressful on your end.
youâve ghosted him for weeks. no more walks, small talk, snack trades, or trips to the mailroom.
he has a feeling it has something to do with dohwan.
just like how he knows the sobs emitting through his walls tonight has something to do with him.
jungkook hates overly loud sex, but more than that, he hates the sounds of your cries.
â
âcheer up, 307. you deserve some sweetness in your day. ps. iâm gonna make you run if you keep missing our walks. also? stop avoiding me, itâs annoying - jkâ
you smile and sip the banana milk jungkook left outside your door.
he always had a way with cheering you up despite being a headache for some time in your life. your therapist recommended to decentralize men from your life for a while ⌠sure, jungkook fits in that category, but heâs also your friend.
you slowly let him back in.
heâs been good to you. though, you canât say the same for yourself. youâve been a shitty neighbor and a shitty friend.
yet jungkook shrugs it off and treats you normally.
youâve been mending a broken heart and jungkook has been a great company meanwhile.
âyou really need to work on your conflict avoidance, 307.â jungkook says one evening. heâs sprawled out on your couch with a bag of chips in his hands. itâs movie night â a tradition he forced upon you because youâve apparently never watched the movie trolls.
you peel your eyes from the screen and tilt your head, âwhat do you mean?â
âany time something gets tough, you run away. gotta stop that, say whatâs on your mind and work it out.â
âhm.â
âwhat?â he presses.
ânothing.â
âsee? youâre doing it again. just say what you wanna say,â jungkook rolls his eyes.
âfine,â you chew on your bottom lip, âi hate this movie.â
jungkook had picked trolls 2 and it was so much more awful in comparison to the first one you were forced to watch last weekend.
âfuckin knew it. youâve been spacing out all night,â he laughs, âsee, doesnât it feel good to be honest bout your feelings?â he reaches for your remote to switch to another movie. you watch him. really take him in and almost want to laugh at how horrible your first couple of months was with him and now heâs in your apartment watching awful movies with you to nurse your brokenheart.
you really had read jungkook wrong. he wasnât just some conventionally attractive man that used his pretty privilege to get his way. he was genuinely a good person.
which makes you think ⌠why the fuck is he hanging around someone like you on a friday night? he could be hanging out with some friends or going on a blind date with a pretty girl. better yet, why isnât he in a relationship with someone?
was he just like you?
his voice brings you out of your thoughts, âalright, spill it 307. you look like you have something else to say.â
you sigh.
âhow are you still single? just ⌠i know youâre always dating different people. it canât be that bad for you right? i mean, if youâre struggling ⌠i feel kind of hopeless for myself.â
jungkook looks at you, dimples on display as he contemplates on what he wants to say next. the thing about jungkook is that he looks like he belongs in your circle â fits perfectly, actually. has a way of making you feel safe and comfortable about asking hard questions. he may tease you, but heâll never judge you.
he ruffles your hair.
âjust havenât found the right one. it takes time and iâm in no rush. you shouldnât either.â you feel yourself soften from his remarks until, âor else youâll end up with a gorilla again.â
â
jungkook is treading in dangerous territories.
aside from trying to potty train his new doberman puppy, bam, heâs faced with another issue.
he may have developed a small crush on his neighbor. he canât pinpoint exactly when he started getting that fuzzy warm feeling around you. it was a telltale sign when heâd wake up and sleep to the thought of you.
you canât really blame all of this on him though. youâve been a little more open about hanging out with him since your breakup with dohwan. jungkook has gotten used to your presence as a result. some people would see it as using jungkook as a rebound, but he feels anything but that.
youâre a breath of fresh air to hang around after a long day of work. which is funny cause there was a period of time he considered hexing you. now? he longs to see you and fill in gaps of his day with you. when he doesnât see you, he thinks of you.
that just might be his demise.
even bam has taken a liking to you and often refuses to let you go back home when you are over.
like dog, like owner.
âaw bammie,â you kneel down, âiâll see you tomorrow.â
bam whines and follows you to the door.
âyou can stay if you like, the guys wonât mind.â jungkook reasons. heâs having a small get together with some of his friends and extended the invite to you. you declined, telling him you donât want to intrude and he should spend some quality time with them.
âjust say that you want to be with me 24/7 and go,â you joke. jungkook wonât admit to you he does.
ânah, just need someone to watch bam while i have some bro time.â he teases back.
âhire a dog nanny then,â your hands automatically reaches down to scratch behind bamâs ear. thereâs no need to hire one cause youâd willingly take care of bam for free. itâs all fun and jokes, jungkook knows this. he laughs and holds bam back from following you out the door.
âbe on your best behavior tonight for your daddy, âkay?â you talk to bam like youâre his mom and jungkookâs stomach does flips at the mention of âdaddyâ leaving your lips, âif it gets too much, you can sleep over at my place.â
bam has a sleeping mat at your place too. youâve gotten it for him when jungkook comes over to watch movies â insisted that the pup should have a comfortable space in your home.
jungkook feels like heâs sharing custody with you. everything feels more domestic and itâs fucking with jungkookâs head and heart. which is why he asked you to dog sit bam while he goes on a date next weekend with some clientâs friend he met at the tattoo parlor. thinks this date would be a good reset from you.
you wave goodbye to him, a playful grin adorning your lips, âhave fun tonight, 305. if it gets too much, you can also come to my place too.â
he hates when you tease like this. makes him feel like he holds a space in your life more than he already should. knows youâre joking, but can tell thereâs some truth in your statement. youâre attached to him just as much as he is to you.
âalso, try not to be too loud tonight.â
âno promises,â he laughs, âhobi-hyung will be over.â
you giggle, youâve met hoseok in the passing and also teased him too for causing a ruckus at the housewarming party. all his friends like you â itâs no surprise jungkook would eventually too.
so yeah, heâs treading in dangerous territories.
â
youâve really been focused on yourself and your friendships. on your hardest days where you yearn for intimacy, you force yourself to be okay with the idea and concept of being alone. thereâs a lot of bad days, but they get better.
itâs not always about being in isolation though.
itâs about not being dependent on someone to fill a void.
with dohwan, you realized you fell in the pattern of needing to be around him and when he wasnât there, the world crumbled beneath your feet. over time, you realized he wasnât good for you.
wrong person, wrong time.
because the right person will always make you feel safe and seen.
jungkook was right. itâll take time to find that person â thereâs no rush.
yet, you have this disquieting feeling when you see him rustling through his home to get ready for his date tonight. what do you do when you feel like the right person might be slipping away under your nose?
right person, wrong time, you suppose.
bam, his not so small puppy, lays his head on your lap and would occasionally lift it when jungkook walks close. if bam is doting with you, heâs completely devoted to jungkook.
doesnât realize that his dad is gonna leave you both until he puts on his shoes at the door.
âah-ah, bammie, stay,â you hold him and he whimpers for jungkook.
âwell? how do i look?â jungkook does a quick 360 and you wanna poke fun at him, but you can tell heâs on edge for whatever reason. he has no reason to be. heâs charming, handsome, and knows exactly what to say or do to make someoneâs heart skip a beat as heâs done so to you numerous times â youâd never admit it.
heâs your neighbor and most importantly, your friend. itâs a sacred relationship and boundary youâre hesitant to break. so you swallow down whatever youâre feeling and smile reassuringly to him, âyou look great, jungkook.â
he beams and extends his hands out for a high-five, âthanks, wish me luck.â
your hands make contact with his and it feels electrifying.
âno luck needed, mr. 305 worldwide.â he absolutely hates the new nickname youâve given him, doesnât argue back though, simply scoffs and looks at the time on his phone.
ânow go before youâre late and bam bolts out the door for you.â you shoo him out his own apartment.
he reaches down to pat bam on his head and give him some tender smooches.
âcall me if thereâs an emergency or if youâre bored.â he tells you with his hands shoved in his pockets and some of his bangs fall onto his forehead. thereâs something so boyish about his mannerisms ⌠you swallow thickly when you feel the knots tighten in your stomach. a part of you wonders if you tell him to bail on the date, would he? youâre not cruel enough to do that to him and his date. they could be soulmates for all you know.
âand what? youâll come entertain me?â your eyes squint, âgo enjoy your date, 305. weâll be here.â
before you know it, heâs out the door and youâre left wondering what if.
â
jungkook didnât realize how much of a disaster the date was going until his date seated across from him rolls her eyes.
âiâm sorry ⌠am i boring you with my story?â he was telling her how he had to help you break into your own apartment because you forgot to bring your keys in the middle of the night.
âit just seems like youâre wasting both our times.â she says and places her drink down. her red manicured fingers circle the rim of her cup.
heâs confused. jungkook has been doing his best to keep the date afloat by talking and asking questions. he thought itâs been going well, minus the couple of times he checked his phone to see if he got any emergency texts from you about bam.
âi mean, why are you here when you clearly like someone else?â
âi donât getâwait, what?â
âyour neighbor 007 or whatever.â she says. itâs the wrong number and she knows it, but wants to see if jungkook reacts, âyouâve been talking about her all night.â
has he? he was just making light conversation ⌠youâre a part of his life so slipping your name here and there feels natural.
âlook, you seem like a nice guy. youâre obviously good looking too. if youâre not looking for anything serious, we can go back to my apartment right now for some fun. but long term? it feels like you have someone waiting at home for you.â
and the mood goes sour. jungkook is used to this. used to his dates objectifying him as a quick and good fuck â granted, heâs played this to his advantage when he was younger. now? it feels meaningless. he isnât upset at that.
itâs the utter realization that he does have someone special to him and youâve been right under his nose all this time. heâs always telling you to be honest with your feelings, yet he canât even bring himself to uphold that advice for whatever reason.
jungkook apologizes to his date again, pays for the tab, and rushes home.
â
home can be a place, but for jungkook, itâs seeing you on his couch and greeting him with a sleepy smile.
bam jumps off your lap to nudge jungkookâs leg for attention.
âhas he been good?â jungkook asks while scratching bamâs head, though he stops momentarily at the sight of you stretching and your shirt lifts a little to reveal the curves of your hips.
âmhm, an angel. how was the date?â
he contemplates on lying, but knows better. needs to practice what he preaches.
âbad.â
âoh? wanna talk about it?â
âuh, i kinda fucked it up,â jungkook toes off his shoes and avoids your eye contact.
âclassic, first impressions have never been your strongest suit.â you put on your jacket and jungkook panics at the thought of you leaving early. he exhales a breath heâs been holding when you plop back down on his couch where he soon joins you.
âiâm not always that bad.â he mumbles.
âi know, iâm just teasing you.â you reach over to pinch his cheek.
when he doesnât reply, it gets you a little worried. you didnât mean to hurt his feelings.
âsorryââ
âi kept bringing you up during the date.â he cuts you off.
âoof, no girl wants to hear about another girl âŚâ technically, youâre hoping jungkook doesnât talk about this one ⌠let alone his previous dates or exes.
âi know,â he murmurs, leans his head back, and sighs, âshe ⌠called me out on it.â
âgood, as she should.â
jungkook hesitates with his next words, but pushes forward, âsaid itâs cause i liked you.â
you pause. you could hear a pin drop in the room, minus bamâs paws making contact with the hardwood floor.
âoh ⌠um,â youâre not dumb, you understand what heâs implying. you just donât know how youâre going to run away from this conversation.
âi know youâre already planning your escape, 307,â he chuckles. his laugh sounds a little melancholy and an instant flood of guilt rushes through you.
âwhat! no! i-i just donât know what to say,â you nibble on your lips. youâre fucking scared for whatâs to come.
âjust hear me out, okay?â
you nod, listen to him clear his throat and exhale a shaky breath.
âiâve really enjoyed spending time with you. maybe itâs cause iâm a creature of habit or whatever ⌠well no, i donât think itâs that. i like being around you and iâm thankful youâre in my life.â he looks and smiles at you fondly, as if he is preparing himself for the biggest rejection, âi like you ⌠a lot. you donât have to accept my feelings nor do anything with it. these feelings are mine and i just wanted to be honest with you. at the end of the day, iâd still like to remain friends as long as youâll allow me.â
you want to fucking cry. heâs always been better at words and expressing himself. you see it in how he treats his friends, his dog, his profession and art ⌠most importantly, you. you also want to be honest with him, but it already seems like heâs accepting the fate of nothing more.
you owe him the truth at least.
âjungkook ⌠iââ you begin, âi like you a lot too.â
jungkook lets out an exasperating grunt â he thinks youâre pitying him.
âplease donât feel the need to sugarcoat, 307. i just wanted to beââ
you press your lips to his. the kiss was too quick for anyone to process anything. youâll remember though. youâll remember his strawberry flavored chapstick, the cold lip piercing barrels, and the way he leans in slightly to chase after your lips when you pull away too soon. jungkookâs eyes widen at the realization that you just kissed him. all too short and he doesnât think he can stop thinking about you after this anymore even if he tried.
âyour feelings are yours,â you hold his hand, âbut these are mine too.â
he whispers your name lowly and you shake your head.
âiâm no good with words,â you confess, âi just know that i like you too. but ⌠iâm also a fucking mess, jungkook.â
âhuh? no, youâreââ
âyeah, i am. i just got out of something long term ⌠it wouldnât be good for me to jump into another relationship. i donât think itâs fair for you to deal with all my baggage when i havenât sorted myself out.â
he nods, a little dejected but he understands what you mean.
right person, wrong time.
âokay,â he finally says, ânothing will change. friends?â
âfriends,â you agree.
itâs a promise out of respect for you. will you regret this? possibly. though, everything feels normal when he walks you to your door later and wishes you a goodnight.
âdonât be fucking weird after tonight. if you avoid me, iâm making you run 10 laps every friday, 307.â
ârude,â you roll your eyes, âi should be saying that to you. donât be fucking weird or else youâre getting another glitter bomb in the mail.â
âthat shit was the worst to get off.â
âfunny as hell though.â
âyeah, for you.â
everything feels so natural and safe with jungkook. how he looks at you, laughs at your jokes, eyes twinkle when you do the same for him. you donât need the night sky when you got galaxies staring back at you.
â
âwith all due respect, youâre being stupid.â nayeon says through the speaker.
âhow? we both agreed that staying friends would be the best.â you reply a little louder over your sink. your kitchen was overdue for a cleaning and the weekends were the perfect time to catch up on chores.
youâre on the phone with nayeon and itâs a good distraction while you busy yourself with other things at the same time. though, youâre sort of regretting the call now with nayeon berating you for your decision to remain friends with jungkook a month ago.
âpeople can still date and work on themselves. itâs not a linear thing.â
âyeah, butââ
âyouâre just scared. i know you.â
ânayeon âŚâ
âjungkook and dohwan arenât the same. anyone can get hurt in a relationship, but you shouldnât deny yourself of something out of fear.â
âyes, but ⌠i donât think iâd be able to face jungkook if something bad does happen.â youâre serious. running away is your strong suit and youâd move out immediately if shit hits the fan.
âso youâd have no regrets staying like this?â
you donât reply and that was an answer in itself.
âwhy are you so hellbent on me and jungkook? i thought you hated him âŚâ itâs sort of funny to be talking to nayeon of all people about jungkook. hell, itâs thanks to jungkookâs mess up on their first tinder date that helped you land your friendship with nayeon.
everything happens for a reason.
âi only hated him cause you did. thatâs what friends do, silly. also, if youâre feeling awkward because he and i dated ⌠donât. there wasnât anything more. anyways, stop avoiding. you always do this.â sheâs right. youâre the queen of avoiding hard conversations.
âi donât want to lose a friend, nayeon.â
âyou wonât. but youâll lose your chance at experiencing something beautiful, sweetie,â she says, âyou owe it to yourself. but hey, i gotta go to my pilates class. iâll text you later, okay? i love you!â
âokay, love you too. iâm sorry for being difficult. donât pull a muscle in class!â
âif i do, will you give me a massage?â she laughs, âand no, youâre never difficult. just you being you.â
the call ends and youâre left alone once again with your thoughts. things havenât really changed between you and jungkook. heâs still his chipper self. you just yearn for more time with him these days. every subtle touch ⌠whether it be his hand on your lower back guiding you upstairs, his fingers brushing yours during the walks, or when he massages your feet upon request sends you into a place where you feel yourself succumbing to your deepest desires.
you want more.
you can tell jungkook does too. heâs unashamed in his affections towards you but heâll never pressure you or cross that boundary youâve set.
you realize it hurts to deny yourself of wanting someone who wants you just as equally.
â
youâre at jungkookâs place again one evening. bam is all tuckered out from his walk and jungkook is fixing a bowl of popcorn to snack on while you search through netflix for something to watch.
itâs your pick tonight and you wanted to watch a crime documentary. ghost and thrillers donât interest you, but crimes? yeah, full body chills because theyâre real.
you turn to see jungkook in a big white t-shirt with grey sweats â he looks so comfortable. heâs seasoning the popcorn and catches you staring at him. he shakes his head and smiles back down bashfully at his bowl.
he looks like home ⌠no, he feels like home.
fuck.
you really are torturing yourself.
when jungkook settles onto the couch and the documentary starts, you scoot closer to him. you donât know if youâre making a fool of yourself, but jungkook pays no mind. his arm circle around you effortlessly and you nestle your cheek into his chest.
so warm â he smells so nice. jungkook sports on a lax expression, yet you can feel and hear the rapid thumps of his heart.
âyou sure friends cuddle when they watch shit together?â he mumbles, eyes trained on the television.
âno,â you look up at him, âdo you not want to?â you start to move away, but jungkook holds you in place.
he feels your smile through his shirt. yeah, youâre torturing him and heâs enjoying it.
as the documentary plays, jungkook gets immersed in the story. he looks a little silly with his big eyes and mouth slightly ajar as he soaks in all the crime details and backstory. his hand involuntarily moves to massage your scalp and you feel yourself lulled to sleep under his touch.
after a while, he calls your name and gently shakes you awake.
âhey sleepyhead. had a good nap?â he muses.
âmhm, sorry ⌠was so tired from work. did i miss a lot?â you look at the dark television screen and feel guilty.
âjust the entire documentary,â he teases, âitâs alright, you wouldnât be traumatized like me now. i know iâm going to be having nightmares.â
ââm sorry,â you snuggle closer to him and his breath hitches, âanything i can do to help?â
âhmm âŚâ he holds his thinking pose, âi donât know, maybe a kiss?â
âjust kidding, 307. itâs late, so letâs get you homââ
âyeah? think a kiss will make you feel better?â you press on.
you knew he was joking, but thereâs a surge of confidence coursing in you when you push up on him and he swallows hard. he says your name in warning but he makes no effort to move or push you away. he wants this badly too. been thinking about you and your lips since you last kissed him â never stopped.
âdonât do something youâll regret.â his hand cradles your cheek.
âiâm not,â your nose brush against his, âi wanna kiss you. please, will you let me?â you ask with pleading eyes and jungkook lets out a shuddering breath and nods.
you look down at his parted lips and back at his hooded eyes. youâre not sure who moved first â it doesnât matter.
when your lips meet, itâs like heaven and hell collided and made earth â waves crashing onto land, blue horizons, and the smell of pinewood after rain. you donât think you can let go of this feeling any time soon and when you finally do give into your longings, life feels a little more salvageable ⌠freeing.
jungkook slots his lips between yours, pulling you up to straddle his lap. he moans when your hands tangle in his hair and pulls you in closer if that was even possible.
you lick into his parting mouth when he pants, indulge in the way he sounds as heâs kissing you back. the kiss is hard and passionate â so much more different than the first one you had. thereâs a sense of urgency here ⌠like thereâs a time constraint or limitation to your affections. you wish you could reassure him; though the best you can do at this moment is to drink him in as much as he allows you to. his hands roam all over your body and you shiver in pleasure when one of his hand travels to the front of your throat possessively. thereâs no pressure in his hold, but itâs telling you that you belong here with him.
when you finally do pull away, you plant dainty kisses on the corner of his lips and jaw. he giggles at the tickling feeling and brings your face back to his to give you a much gentler kiss. though you are no longer kissing, your foreheads stay connected in place.
âthere, much better, right?â you say breathlessly.
âmhm,â he replies, âshouldâve used the trauma card earlier if i knew iâd be getting free kisses.â
your brain is going a mile a second, but youâre sure of this.
âyou donât need to,â you say a little uncertain. jungkook straightens himself in his seated position when he realizes youâre about to say something serious.
âyou can kiss me whenever you want ⌠if you want! i know i said we should stay friends, but i think i like you too much to just stay that way. i want to see where things go and iâm fucking scared. i mean, fuck, am i making any sense? please say something,â youâre rambling and jungkook can only smile as you unravel through your confession.
of course he wants more with you.
âjust say you want me and go, 307.â he laughs when you pull away cutely. he has no intentions of letting you go and you had no intentions of leaving. itâs too comfortable in his embrace.
âweâll take things slow, okay?â he kisses your nose in reassurance.
âokay.â
â
fast forward three months, you and jungkook have been dating each other â slow and steady as promised. no official title (yet) but you know heâs exclusively seeing you. youâre enjoying his company and thereâs no rush. when thereâs something special and secure, itâs all smooth sailing and calm tides. you never have to guess with him.
he feels the same with you.
this marks the 13th weekend date with you and heâs going to do it. jungkook is going to ask you to be his girlfriend. heâs fucking nervous ⌠has a whole date planned: dinner, movies, then back to his place where heâll officially ask you.
part of him wants to wait for the next weekend because the number 13 was bad luck, but heâs felt nothing but luck with you. luck in the chances of meeting you in this apartment complex, luck in your friendship, and now luck with the prospect of love.
so when your door swings open to reveal you in a short black satin dress, hair done prettily, and your skin dewey and sparkly from your makeup, he knew was going to make 13 lucky no matter what.
âyou look beautiful,â jungkook compliments and holds out his hand to walk you down the stairs.
âyou donât look half bad too,â you taunt, taking his warm hand. thereâs no malice cause jungkook knows how you feel about him. notices how your eyes rake over his form, has caught you checking him out plenty of times before, felt the way your lips moved on his skin to praise how hot he looked one evening despite him coming back looking like a sweaty hog thatâs been run over by a train.
if youâre curious ⌠aside from making out and heavy petting paired with some dry humping sessions here and there, no, they havenât had sex. probably for the better, itâs already hard enough to separate from each other after every hangout.
slow and steady. you are both fine with that.
âsooo, you gonna tell me where weâre going or is this where you murder me?â you check your lip gloss in the rear view mirror. jungkookâs right hand naturally find its way to your thighs while he drives.
âyouâll find out soon,â he gives you a little squeeze and it sends a little tingle to your core.
â
itâs going terribly.
traffic was absolutely ass for no reason, so they get to their first destination 45 minutes later than anticipated. the restaurant he had reservations for let him know that the kitchen caught on fire the moment he parked in the lot.
okay, fine. to the movies it is.
except, the movie stopped halfway through due to some technical difficulties. he was going to lose his mind, but you were a good sport through it all. jungkook still had one final trick up his sleeve for you.
when you both finally get back to his place with bags of takeout, jungkook lets out a wail of frustration.
âbam, no!â
all the balloons he blew up have been popped. you look past his shoulders to see a torn up sign with the words: wil u e my fren?
bam prances to you and jungkook with his wagging tail, unaware of jungkookâs inner anguish and turmoil. jungkook runs his hands over his face and freezes in place.
âaw baby,â you try comforting jungkook, âit was an accident. bam didnât know.â
âi know, i just ⌠fuck, gimme a minute.â jungkook stalks over to his bedroom and closes the door. you place the bags of food on the dining table and crouch down to pet bam.
âyou really upset your dad, bammie. he worked really hard on this,â you know bam doesnât understand a single word youâre saying, but youâre disappointed for jungkook too. jungkook really put in the effort and youâre touched by it all. he really wants you and you want nothing more than to be his.
you feed bam his dinner and set the takeout in the fridge, unsure of when you and jungkook will be ready to eat.
hesitantly, you knock on jungkookâs door. know you donât need his permission to come in â youâve slept over plenty of times, but still do it out of courtesy.
âcan i come in, kook?â
a moment of silence ensues before you hear a little, â⌠yeah.â
jungkook was on his bed, feet still on the floor with his arms sprawled out. poor boy.
you climb onto bed next to him and lay your head on his shoulder.
heâs visibly upset â not at you of course. he just wanted to make this special.
âthat was fucking cute. no one has ever done that for me before.â you say. the best you got from dohwan were a bouquet of roses sent to your workplace. jungkookâs efforts superseded your expectations.
âwhich part? no dinner, no movies, or the shit show of a sign?â
âall of it.â
âpff, donât lie.â he sulks.
you throw your leg over his torso to straddle his waist.
âiâm not! youâre so fucking sweet,â you move down to kiss his cheek when he doesnât look up at you.
âcome on, donât you want my answer?â you place his hands on your hips, wanting him to touch you somewhere.
he cocks his brow at you, a little smile playing at the corners of his lips.
âfine fine, iâll be your âfrenâ if thatâs what you want.â
he covers his face in embarrassment, âugh, that shit was so humiliating. bam isnât getting any treats for the next three days.â
âhey! donât punish my baby. it was an honest mistake.â you reassure him, âplus, i gave him an earful.â yeah, and his dinner right after. itâs no wonder bam likes you a lot more these days.
âokay, okay ⌠iâm still sorry about today. nothing went accordingly.â jungkook sighs and rubs soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.
âyouâre not allowed to punish yourself either,â you say a matter of fact, âdid you mean it though?â you look at him through your lashes.
âhm?â
âwant me as your girlfriend?â when you finally say those words, it sets off a bundle of butterflies in your stomach.
jungkook quickly sits up, holding you securely so you donât topple over, âof course, i do. just wanted to make it special for you.â
you felt fucking special.
so fucking special in how you said yes, saw how he beamed at your answer, kisses you silly, tongue running down your neck, the little bites on your collarbone â youâre on cloud 9.
he involuntarily drags your hips over his clothed length and you whimper upon contact.
âyou hungry, baby? we didnât have dinner yet,â jungkook asks innocently through his heavy breaths, but youâre too busy trying to unbutton his dress shirt. how could he possibly think about food at a time like this? then again, you have to remember heâs the biggest foodie known to earth. heâs caring of your wellbeing so of course heâd worry if youâre hungry.
heâs also your boyfriend now.
you shake your head. you donât just want him â you need him.
you slide off of him and are on your knees in between his legs. he looks at you through his heavy lids when you clock your head to the side, waiting for the green light to take off his pants.
âyouâve been so good to me, planning this date ⌠lemme show you how thankful i am.â
jungkook loves being praised and rewarded. he especially loves it even more coming from you. he lets out a moan when you run your hand down his clothed bulge. yes, jungkook has had sex before â honestly, donât ask him about his body count ⌠heâs not sure either. what heâs sure is that he loses all senses when you touch him â like a virgin touched for the very first time.
his pants are down and kicked off to the side, shirt unbuttoned haphazardly, and head thrown back when you settle between his legs to give his hard length a squeeze.
heâs so fucking big in your hand and your mouth nearly waters at the sight of his precum leaking from the slit of his cock. fuck, you donât know how heâs going to fit in your mouth, but it doesnât matter. youâre going to make him come undone one way or another.
âbaby, iâm literally going to nut if you keep squeezing me like that.â
you laugh, âhow long are you going to last inside me then?â
âfuck, you canât say shit like that.â
âwhy not?â you press a small kiss on his hip bone and pump his cock with your hand. his eyes closes and mouth drops open at the change of movement.
âgonna nut even faster,â he chuckles.
jungkook hisses when you lick a long stripe underneath his shaft without warning. one of his hand reaches behind your head for support while the other one grips his bedsheets.
âoh god,â he lets out a small moan when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to bob your head at a pace that has him seeing stars.
his cock was lathered with your spit and his precum. the sounds you made while you sucked him off were nearly pornographic. his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when his cock hits the back of your throat.
âshit, oh f-fuck,â his fingers are caught in your hair and your moans vibrate against him when he gently pushes your head down while he fucks up into your mouth.
if you keep going like this, he wasnât going to last long and he really wants to ⌠canât bring himself to cum in your mouth just yet. he really wasnât kidding when he said he was going to nut quick, so he pulls you away when he nearly cums. you breathe heavily through your swollen lips. jungkook runs his thumb on your cheeks where some mascara has smeared as a result of your doing.
youâre still so fucking perfect.
he lifts you from your kneeled position back onto his lap and kisses you slow and tenderly. jungkook whines into your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue. your dress has ridden up on your waist, the the thin straps are loose and off your shoulders.
âi somehow fucked up the entire night and you still decided to give me the best head? must really like me or something,â jungkook looks at you endearingly and takes notice of how youâre rutting yourself onto his length.
âyou know i do. my boyfriend deserves the best.â jungkookâs heart soars at hearing the word boyfriend leave your lips.
yes, heâs yours.
you shake in pleasure as you roll your hips deliciously slow on him. youâre practically soaked through your thin panties.
âdid you get this wet just by sucking me off, baby?â
you nod and trail kisses on his cheeks and jaw, âall for you, kook. you always make me this wet.â
he takes so much pride in how heâs able to get you all worked up like this.
jungkook wasnât expecting to have sex with you tonight, but itâs like you said ⌠itâs special. the rest of your clothing join his in a pile on the ground. he rolls you onto your back and drinks in your naked form. you shy away from his stares and kiss up at him.
your hand reach between you both while he continues to kiss you and you position his still-hard cock in between your folds for that additional friction. the wet clicks mixes in with both your pantings and synchronized moans. every time the head of his cock slides and catches onto your swollen clit, you shudder and arch your back in pleasure.
âwant you to fuck me,â you kiss his pouty lips and down his neck, âplease?â
jungkook leans back a little, sits on the heels of his feet, and pushes your thighs close to your chest. the angle lets him move and slide your hips up and down his length even more. you gasp and call out his name in wanton.
he drops your legs down and closes the distance between you both again. his bare chest brushes against yours and he lines his cock at your entrance.
âyouâre so perfect,â his breath fans over your face, âso lucky to have you.â jungkook swoops his arms under you in a tight embrace. you look at him through your glassy eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.
your heart swells at his words.
thereâs little to no resistance when jungkook finally enters you.
itâs a mixture of sweet, nasty, loving, and primal desire how jungkook fucks you into his sheets. he hates loud sex, but he wants to hear all of you. the way you mewl, whimper, cry, and breathe â all of it.
and when you wrap your legs around him and coax him into cumming inside you while your fingers trace the planes of his back, he knows heâs done for.
you giggle, nudge your forehead on his, hold his hand, and kiss all over his face. the afterglow on you both is stunning.
âyouâre right, you didnât last long at all.â you hum. jungkook raises one of his eyebrows and smiles mischievously. itâs a fucking lie since jungkook knows he made you cum at least twice in the span of fucking you, but who would you be if you didnât try challenging him a little?
he doesnât have to say anything before slipping down your body and burying his face in between your legs. he licks up your slit tentatively, watches your brows furrow and mouth part, and moans into your heat when your hand travels to his head to push him down as he did to you.
âdonât worry, iâm not going anywhere,â jungkook means it both literally and figuratively. doesnât understand how anyone could part from you. itâs their loss.
he continues lapping up your mixed essence, nipping at your inner thighs on occasion when your hips jerk away from the pleasure.
âkook, mmph- yes! just like that,â you encourage when he wraps his lips around your clit. he sucks, soothes, and makes out with your messy cunt. he wanted to draw out the night longer, toy and dangle your pleasure in front of you as a punishment for your teasing. knows heâs the reason youâre this wet, canât bring himself to edge you on a special night like this â maybe another time when heâs feeling more mean. he has all the time in the world with you; thereâs no rush.
tonight is all about you, his girlfriend â his.
âso close, baby,â you look down, hips stuttering under his hold as he doesnât let up with his ministrations on your clit. he trails his fingers at your entrance, coating them with your juices before entering you slowly.
âyeah? wonât you give me another one? come on, i know you can do it,â he says between bated breaths. you shake and arch your back, mouth parts open but no sound comes out as you let the waves of pleasure ride over. the squelching sounds increase as his fingers fuck into you faster.
âi-iâm fucking cumming,â you cry out and jungkook nods in acknowledgement, moaning with you to draw out your orgasm. when you come for the third time that night, he wants to paint the image in his memory and revisit it on a rainy day. no promises that he wonât sport a hard on every time. the sight of you quivering, hands squeezing your chest and rolling your nipples between your fingers to prolong the pleasure, has his head spinning. jungkook trails kisses down your pussy, takes his fingers out and licks them clean before spreading you wider to clean you up with his tongue. he only part ways with your cunt when you whine for him.
he comes back up your body slowly, presses his lips on your tummy and giggles when you squirm from the sensation. however, when he is finally face to face with you again, jungkook has on this determined look.
he canât seem to get enough of you and your body. addicted, he is.
âyouâre not done with me, arenât you?â you give him that pretty post-orgasmic smile.
never, he thinks.
jungkook was about to reply until the rumbles of your stomach cuts through the silence. it should be embarrassing but you feel close enough to jungkook that you both laugh at how unserious the situation is.
âcome on baby, letâs go eat our dinner.â he pulls you up and puts you in one of his oversized t-shirts.
you still believe your ideal neighbor should be mindful, quiet, and kind. jungkook was certainly not quiet, mindful, or kind with how he entered into your life.
though, he wasnât just someone whoâd be your neighbor by the law of attraction and the cosmic pull of the universe.
love is patient, love is kind.
you know youâve found your home â you just never expected it to be right next door.
fin.
â
a/n: tadaaaaaa. whatâd you think? đ
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nsfw warnings : oc is tipsy but sober enough to know what she's doing, riding, jk having a lil thing with oc and her skirt, praises, jk calling oc "slut" once, spitting, hairpulling, slapping, dry humping at first, jungkook asking if she's sure first, oc breaking his window lock lmaoo, big c! jk, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS FOR SAFETY YALL), praise, oc taking the initiative, the heathers inspired, dead girl walking from the heathers, literally porn and lastly it's not proofread
wc : 1k
âY/n?? â Jungkookâs voice was low and urgent as he noticed you climbing in through his window. His eyes widened as he moved closer, pulling it open further. âShit- what- what the fuck are you doing here?â he whispered harshly, glancing behind him as though someone else might hear.
You grabbed his hands instinctively as he helped you clumsily climb inside, his grip firm despite the clear exasperation in his voice. Once your feet were on solid ground, you stumbled slightly before collapsing onto his bed, your messy hair falling into your face.
Jungkook ran a hand through his own messy hair, staring at you like youâd grown two heads. âYou⌠you look drunk,â he muttered, grabbing the glass of water from his nightstand and handing it to you. âWhere were you?â
You nodded, sipping the water slowly, your movements lazy and uncoordinated. âheathers, four drinks, â you said with a crooked smile, holding up four fingers as though it was some sort of victory. âDid I wake you?â
âIâno, I mean⌠yeah?â he stammered, his brows furrowed as he crouched slightly, his face now level with yours.
âW-what are you doing here?â Jungkookâs voice was laced with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, his doe eyes searching yours. But you didnât let him finish, silencing him with a press of your index finger to his lips.
âWanna ride you,â you said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. The boldness in your voice startled even you, but you were too caught up in the mix of frustration and desire coursing through your veins to care.
âWaitâwhat?â he asked, straightening his posture, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
âAre you sure?â he asked, his cheeks flushed, his breath hitching as your weight settled against him.
You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over the faint stubble on his jaw. âJungkook, Iâm hot, pissed, and on the pill,â you said firmly, your tone leaving no room for argument.
He blinked at you, his lips parting as if to respond, but before he could form a coherent thought, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The initial shock melted away quickly, and his hands tightened their grip on your hips as he kissed you back with equal fervor.
âFuckâwait,â he groaned, pulling back for just a moment. His lips were swollen, and his dark eyes glinted with amusement despite the obvious tension in his body. âYou broke my window lock, you know,â he chuckled, shaking his head.
You smirked at him, your hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. âYouâll live.â you said, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Now only in only your skirt and bra, you leaned back in, your lips finding his again as your hips began to move. The friction of your clothed core grinding against the hardness beneath his boxers made you whimper into his mouth.
âFuck,â he hissed, his hands sliding down to guide your movements. His fingers dug into your waist, his body already reacting to yours. âY/N, youâre gonna drive me insane.â
âGood,â you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. Your hands slid down his chest, your fingertips tracing over the firm lines of his body until they found the waistband of his boxers. You tugged at it, your movements impatient.
âWanna take this off? Yeah?â he murmured, his voice a low, breathy rasp as he watched you with hooded eyes.
âYeah,â you breathed, your hips never stopping their rhythm as your hands worked to slide his boxers down.
He lifted his hips slightly to help you, and the moment his cock sprang free, you felt the heat of it pressing against your thighs. Your mouth watered at the sight, your body throbbing with need as you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his length.
You were about to reach for the zipper of your skirt, but his hand shot out, stopping you. âDonât,â he said, his voice almost pleading. âKeep it on... please?â
Your breath caught at the look in his eyes dark, hungry, yet somehow tender. You nodded, letting him have this one thing as he leaned back slightly, his hands sliding up your thighs to bunch the fabric of your skirt just enough to expose you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them to the side. The cool air against your slick folds made you shiver, and his gaze locked onto you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
âCan I- can I take it?â you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation as you positioned yourself over him, guiding his tip to your entrance.
âFuckâgo, baby,â he groaned, his voice strained as he gripped your hips, helping you lower yourself. âTake it like the good girl you are, hm?â
The stretch of him filling you inch by inch made your head fall back, a silent moan escaping your lips as your walls adjusted to his size. He felt impossibly big, and the slight burn only added to the pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails digging into your skin as he watched you take him, his own breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
âHoly fuck,â he groaned, his head falling back against the couch as you finally sank down fully, your bodies flush together. âYou feel so fucking good.â
âJungkook,â you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You rested your hands on his shoulders for balance, your nails digging into his skin as you began to move.
 His cock stretched you so perfectly, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust upward as you rode him with reckless abandon. His hands gripped your waist tightly, guiding your movements.
âFuck- you look so good like this,â he growled, his head tilting back as he watched the way your body moved on top of him, the skirt you kept on bunched up around your waist. His eyes darkened with lust, his chest heaving as his hands slid upward, brushing over the curve of your breasts before gripping your throat lightly, making you gasp.
âFaster, baby,â he rasped, his thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to send a thrill through you. âShow me how much you missed me.â
You moaned, leaning forward to press your lips to his. But before you could deepen the kiss, Jungkookâs hand left your throat, moving to your cheek instead, and with a sharp smack, he slapped you.
âFuck,â you gasped, your movements faltering for a moment as you processed the action. His dark eyes bore into yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he cupped your face roughly.
âDonât stop,â he commanded, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. âRide me, baby. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.â
The mixture of pain and pleasure sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core, and you moaned loudly, your hips snapping forward as you resumed your movements. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as you bounced on his cock, your wetness coating him with every thrust.
âThatâs it,â he growled, one hand sliding back to grip a fistful of your hair. He tugged hard, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him as he leaned forward to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. âYou like it when I treat you like this, huh? Like being my filthy little slut?â
âYesâfuckâyes,â you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you. The sharp tug of his hand in your hair, combined with the deep thrusts of his cock and the filthy words spilling from his lips, was almost too much.
âokay, okayâ he murmured against your neck, his other hand slipping down between your thighs to rub tight circles against your clit. âSo fucking wet. Look at you falling apart just for me.â
You whined, your body trembling as the pressure in your core built, your walls clenching around him. Jungkook pulled back, his hand releasing your hair only to grip your chin, tilting your face down toward his. âSpit on me,â he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
âWhat?â you whispered, your brows furrowing in confusion, though the heat in his eyes made your stomach flip.
âSpit on me,â he repeated, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. âRight here.â He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he waited.
Your breath hitched, but the fire in his gaze made you comply. You gathered the saliva in your mouth before spitting on him, the act feeling strangely intimate and dirty all at once. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth before smirking up at you.
âGood girl,â he murmured, his voice filled with approval. âNow let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.â
The praise sent you over the edge, your climax crashing over you as your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head fell back, a loud, broken moan escaping your lips as your body shook in his grip.
âFuck- thatâs it, baby,â he groaned, his own movements growing erratic as he chased his release. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you one last time, spilling inside you with a deep, guttural moan.
You collapsed against him. Jungkookâs hands moved to your back, rubbing soothing circles as you both came down from your highs.
âYouâre fucking unreal,â he murmured after a moment, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His voice was softer now, a stark contrast to the dominance heâd displayed just moments ago.
You lifted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes softened as they met yours, and for a moment, the intensity of the moment lingered between you. Then, a sly grin spread across his face.
Jungkook leaned back slightly after his cheeky response, his smirk firmly in place, but the way his eyes roamed your face made your chest feel strangely warm. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in mock exasperation.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, letting your palm land on his chest in a playful slap. He chuckled softly, his hand still resting lazily on your waist.
âAndâŚâ you started, a sly smile tugging at your lips as your fingers absentmindedly playfully slap his chest, ââŚyouâre my first.âÂ
notes : okay..... okay? i don't know what to say lmao. i wanna say i'm kinda proud of this? also this was a lazy fic so don't expect it to be good
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you seek out a vampire to help you with something.
pairing:Â vampire!jk x sadgirl, blood donor!reader
genre: vampire au, angst, fluff (really a sadgirl fic lol)
word count:Â 7.6k
warnings: blood, needles, talking about how you euthanize cows and such? suicidal thoughts (not graphic or elaborated? very straightforward?)
rating:Â NC-17 â Adults Only
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part 1/2
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Š between takes is copyright jeonstudios. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
Itâs a freezing cold December night when you step into the dark alleyway, your thighs having gone numb under your jeans a while ago. The sun set hours ago, and the only light present is that of a few scattered streetlights.Â
Your pulse quickens as you take another cautious step. Something moves further in, where the light barely reaches, and since thereâs no snow yet, you hear the slight crunch of frozen fall leaves under⌠footsteps. From the dark, a tall figure approaches slowly in a way that would have anyoneâs blood chilling.
âI have a proposition,â you state, trying to stand somewhat tall.
"A proposition?â a low voice inquires, and you have to tilt your head up to look at the face that emerges from the shadows. âIâll fuck you, but Iâm not turning you for sex.â
âThatâs not whatâI donât want sex or to be turned.â
He directs his full attention to you, and in turn, you get a better glimpse of his features. He looks like a man; incredibly handsome with jet black hair, eyebrows, and eyes, but his skin is paler than anything youâve seen, and thereâs the tiniest smudge of something red tinting the corner of his mouth. Though his eyebrow is raised, he doesnât look very entertained.
âYou can have my blood. All of it, if you just take it quickly.â
He lifts his hand to slowly wipe the red from his face. The outfit he wearsâa black leather jacket and black pantsâlooks human but is definitely too cold to wear this time of year.
âWhat makes you think I wouldnât simply take it if I wanted to? Why would I need your permission?â
âIâm just saying. Take it if you want it?â
He looks at you, seemingly at least a little intrigued by the odd human in front of him. You definitely understand that most people run the other way at the sight of this big, intimidating being.Â
âYou realize âall of itâ means youâll be dead, right?â
You nod. âDo we have a deal?â
âRegardless of if I wanted to or not, I literally just⌠ate, so I physically canât. Not for another week or so.â
You feel your shoulders drop slightly, and you blink, trying to improvise a plan.
âOkay, well⌠Do you want to meet here in a week, then?â
At that, he tilts his head. âYou want to die here, in a dirty alleyway?â
âI donât care. So yes or no?â
âIf you want me to do this, give me something in return first, okay?â
You look at him in confusion. âYouâre getting my blood?â
âWho's to say your blood is even good?â
Trying not to let his words discourage you, you look around, thinking. Maybe you shouldâve played harder to get? At least in the sense of giving him a hunt? You donât want to waste any time, but he might not be your best option.Â
âFine, do you know if there are other vampires around here? How do I find them?â
It took you three weeks to even find this one, and maybe it was more luck than anything, so setting off on another search doesnât sound too exciting. These creatures really do live in the shadows.
âNo, listen. Whether your blood is delicious or not, it would certainly be helpful to have it. ButâŚâ
âBut?â
âLet me stock up on it first. Meet me at my place and let me take some every week for two months and then Iâll take the rest.â
You look around again, unsure if you should just try to find someone else. Two months is not ideal; itâs too long, and youâre sure you could manage to find someone else in the meantime.Â
The vampire senses your hesitation and takes a step closer.
âYou want it to be quick, which means youâre scared of pain. People around here, my kind, tend to drag it out. Pain and fear equal adrenalin, which gives the blood a certain⌠flavor that some enjoy. Agree to my compromise, and Iâll make it quick and practically painless.â
He gives you the smallest of smiles, barely a hint of one, but it feels wicked and makes a cold shiver run down your spine. You know heâs not trustworthy, but heâs getting a lot out of the deal, and you have nothing to lose, really.
âOkay. Whatâs the address?â
In the middle of the day a week later, you find yourself in front of a big two-story house. Itâs nice, looks pretty expensive but⌠like a regular house? Itâs painted white and definitely not blood-red or even black. Aligning more with your expectations is how the house is partially obscured from the road by huge, towering spruces and how it seems to lie just a little bit further from the neighboring houses. Thereâs a thin layer of snow on the ground now, but youâre not sure whether itâll stick.
After confirming that no, there is no door bell, you lift your fist to knock on the door. Vampires have crazy good hearing anyway, right? Youâd assume so, given the fact that theyâre always portrayed as super fast, super strong, super⌠attractive, and with super hearing, super vision, just⌠super all around. The mythical creatures donât officially exist to the world, but in your little town, everyone knows they do. And they do. You found one. So if they drink blood and are super attractiveâat least this oneâitâs not too weird to assume thereâs more truth to their pop-culture portrayal.Â
You can see how the townâs vampire believers and enthusiasts shake their heads in disappointment at your relative indifference, but truth be told, youâd probably be more curious about the vampire whose home youâre about to step into if the situation was different. Or maybe youâd have some self-preservation and run the other way?
The door opens almost soundlessly, and when you look up, you meet those black, bottomless eyes. It really is his color, you think, your gaze drawn to the short-sleeve, black button-down heâs wearing, the top three buttons or so left undone. With it, heâs wearing black pants on the looser side. He looks incredibly handsome, and very effortlessly so. His hair is shiny and looks soft, and like it naturally falls into that slight side-part.
âAre you gonna come in or just stand there and ogle me?â He isnât smiling teasingly; he just looks at you, unimpressed.
âSorry.âÂ
He turns to retreat back into the house, and youâre left to enter through the open door. There are no lights on inside, and when you close the door behind you, cutting off a majority of the daylight, you start to feel like youâre truly inside a vampireâs home. Still, itâs light enough for you to follow said vampireâs back after hastily removing your coat and folding it to leave over the boots you step out of. Since you assumed he needs access to the veins in your arms, you picked out a gray t-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie thatâs a little too big on you, paired with jeans. Nothing fancyâyouâre not there to impress him.
With quickened steps, you catch up to him as he wordlessly leads the way into his kitchen, a place you doubt he uses much. Vampires donât actually eat, do they? Either way, the room is clean and feels almost... sterile, despite the walnut cupboards and dark gray countertops.
On the short end of a wide, matching walnut dining table, a bunch of supplies are laid out. He gestures to one of the two chairs positioned around the corner of the table, but as you sit down, he turns to leave.
âUhm, I donât know how to do this,â you admit, pulling the zipper of your hoodie down and slipping one arm out. âI mean, Iâm sure it canât be that complicated in⌠theory, but I donât think I can do it on myself.â
âIâm just gonna wash my hands,â he explains, and there seems to be a very slight trace of emotion in his voice and on his face that you interpret as amusement. He thinks you're dumb.
Oh. Well⌠does it really matter if his hands are squeaky clean or not?
Water hits the sink with a familiar sound as you focus on the table, inspecting the supplies. Thereâs a needle with a tube attached to it, a tourniquet, some syringes, antiseptic wipes, and a few empty blood bags. A voice in your head wonders if maybe he changed his mind and will simply take everything at this moment because those bags look pretty big, and youâre not sure you can fill them and still walk out of this place.Â
The water stops, and you sit pretty and wait until he positions the other chair in front of you, a little to the side. Youâve never been a fan of needles or having your blood drawn, so you focus your eyes the other way, to a specific part of his kitchen window and the overcast outside. You hear the sound of paper and plastic ripping, and you feel his cold fingers place and tighten the tourniquet around your upper arm and feel for your veins before he wipes the area clean.
âScared of needles?â he teases arrogantly, and you see how he reaches for the sharp object on the table.
âBodily reaction. I canât help it,â you explain before holding your breath and waiting for the poke.
It comes soon after; an uncomfortable but not too painful prick. With one hand, he moves some things around on the table, and you try to keep as still as possible, loathing the feeling of a needle jolting around in your vein.
âYouâre not curious as to why I know how to do this stuff? Or worried that I donât?â he wonders, releasing the tourniquet and seemingly fastening the needle to your skin with some tape.
âNo. I guess it doesnât surprise me; blood and vampires seem to go hand in hand.â
He surprises you by letting out a quiet chuckle before placing a red stress ball in your hand. âSqueeze this. Iâll be back to change the bag in a few minutes.â
Nodding, you watch him rise from his chair and leave the room.
Left to your own devices and with the filling blood bag taped to the chairâs armrest by its thin tube, you close your eyes.Â
The house is entirely silent, and you have no idea where the vampire went. After he moved the stuff around on the table, you were able to count exactly three blood bags with a printed 450 ml on them. That adds up to somewhere between one and one and half liters and around 30% of your blood volume if youâve calculated correctly. According to your brief research, a human doesnât typically survive losing more than 40% of their blood unless given emergency medical attention. You probably wonât feel too great after today, but you most likely wonât die. You think.
Slowly, the minutes start to tick by, but you feel okay so far. Youâve got a good rhythm going for the stress ball, squeezing, holding, releasing. Squeezing, holding, releasing. The silence has your mind wandering.
âYou can stop for a bit.â
The vampireâs sudden voice has your eyes flying open. He hadnât made a single sound, returning to the kitchen. Catching your breath, you nod, keeping the ball still in your hand. You donât look at the needle in your arm, but you see the bag full of dark red that the vampire sits down and trades for an empty one, attaching the tubes before he fastens them in the same way to the armrest.Â
When heâs done, he lifts his hand, and you spot one of his fingertips covered in red. For a split second, he observes it, and then he puts the finger to his tongue. At first, itâs weird to see, and you almost want to tell him that itâs not hygienic to taste other peopleâs blood. That is before you remember that other peopleâs blood is what sustains him.
He looks to be assessing something, and suddenly, youâre worried he might not like it.
âB positive," he focuses on you, but you give him a slight, confused shrug because you have no idea what blood type you are or what it means in this context.Â
âIs that⌠okay?â
âItâs⌠meh. Not the most common but also not the rarest. Most of my kind prefer A or even AB, though.â
âOh."
Of course, your blood is substandard. You nod toward the filled bag on the table. âWill you have any use for this then?â
Truly, it would be just your luck to not even have the scary creatures, who roam the night in search of victims to drain, want your blood.
âYeah. Doesnât matter. I can always use it as a backup if I donât get the chance to feed in time. Squeeze.â
Per his order, you resume squeezing. The rest of the process goes relatively smoothly, although youâve started feeling a lot⌠weaker by the time the second bag is full and the vampire is about to switch it for the third.Â
Thereâs a lot about blood and the human body that you donât know, and youâre silently wondering what the recovery rate is and if you can really give him this much every week. Does he plan on taking less next time or has he not taken it into consideration?
âWhy do you want to die?â
You blink at his bluntness, looking at his uncaring face. He obviously doesnât care to hear the longer story, and you donât care to tell it, so you settle for a shorter, more condensed version.
âThereâs something wrong with me. I donât belong here.â
âDidnât taste like it.â
âMaybe not physically.â
He doesnât dig further, but when your blood starts trickling into the third bag, the vampire stays seated. You still close your eyes, afraid that youâll stare at his face otherwise, and he didnât particularly seem to like that.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs just the blood loss or a combination of having slept poorly for the last few weeks and being in a calm, silent environment, but youâre feeling tired. Really tired. And cold.Â
âSqueeze harder,â his voice instructs, void of emotion. You do your best to follow his instructions, squeezing the ball tighter even though itâs getting difficult.
âWeâre done.â
You open your eyes, finding the vampire much closer than before and his fingers swiftly removing the needle from your arm.
âOkay, so⌠uhâŚâ you start, finding it hard to choose words or even think of what you want to convey in the first place. âDo I come back⌠same time⌠next week?âÂ
âNo. Make it two weeks.â
You look at him, confusion written across your features, but itâs hard to focus your eyes on his face. Itâs blurry, and there are dark spots infiltrating your vision.
âI took as much as I could, and while you wonât have time to replenish everything in two weeks either, Iâll at least get more out of you than in just one week.â
He smiles, and if you had the energy and maybe (mostly) the common sense, youâd be scared by the way he truly looks so wicked.Â
âOkay. Iâll see you then.â
The vampire takes the stress ball from you and rises from the chair with the used supplies in his hands. You grip the armrests best you can, but your right hand slips, and you stumble a little, trying to stand. Itâs so incredibly cold, and you feel dizzy, nauseous, and weak, putting your hoodie back on properly.
Very quietly, you hear him move around the kitchen, and while he hasnât explicitly told you to leave, youâre very much assuming he wants nothing else. So on unsteady legs, you make your way back to the front door, where you grab your coat to haphazardly put it on, and you step into your boots, unable to bend down to tie them properly.
Youâre able to make it to your old but trustworthy car that you parked on the street, but when you sit down in the driverâs seat and close the door behind you, you realize that you definitely canât drive as itâs proving more and more difficult to even keep your eyes open. You canât walk home, you have no one to come pick you up, and even if there probably is a bus stop somewhere around here, you donât think youâd make it there.Â
So with your last burst of energy, you pull the lever under the seat to push it back a little, leaving your boots on the floor as you bring your feet and knees up. Your coat finds a new purpose as a makeshift blanket, and you cover as much of your body as you can with it. Fully knowing that as you close your eyes, you might never open them again, you donât care that much. Dying is what you want, anyway.
Surprisingly, you do open your eyes again. Itâs dark when you do, and itâs so, so cold. Your heart is beating hard as it tries to circulate blood that just isnât there anymore, and itâs with a low groan that you move, trying to reach for the phone in the pocket of your coat.
Itâs seven p.m.. You met with the vampire at two p.m., and the visit took less than an hour, which means that you got into your car at maybe a bit before three, and so youâve been passed out for four hours. It takes you a while to come to properly, and even when you do, you feel weak, groggy, and stiff. Ideally, you shouldnât drive, but you have no other means of getting home, so you decide on a route consisting of smaller roads with lower speed limits and less traffic.
Itâs no wonder you feel like youâre on deathâs doorstep because when you do some further Googling on blood donation and blood volumes at home, you calculate exactly how much someone of your size would have. And you find that the vampire took 38% of that.
Three weeks later, youâre knocking on his door again. He opens it, an eyebrow raised and looking even more unimpressed than last time.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât show last week, but I was sick,â you inform, hoping heâll accept your apology. âDidnât think you wouldâve wanted to see⌠that.â
âYouâre right.â
Thatâs all he says before he turns, leaving the door open for you just like last time. Well, you take that as a sign that youâre forgiven, and so you follow him inside.Â
Trying to keep up with him, youâre feeling even smaller and weaker around the tall vampire than before, and truth be told, you are. Because according to those Google searches, while it takes the body only approximately 24-48 hours to replace the blood plasma, it takes four to six weeks to replenish the red blood cells and recover fully. And thatâs from having one bag of 450ml donated; you left three and itâs only been three weeks since. Essentially, the vampire is taking your blood a lot faster than you can produce it.
Like last time, you sit down on the same chair in his kitchen, but since he wasnât expecting you, he has to retrieve the supplies from elsewhere. You remain quiet while he organizes everything, stealing a few glances at him in the meantime. This time, heâs wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts, and youâre amazed at just how⌠ordinary he looks. In the best way possible, of course.Â
Without being too tight, the shirt does a very good job at showing off his physique: it hangs wonderfully off his shoulders and dips slightly between his pecs. It exposes the prominent veins stretching across both his arms and hands, and you wonder if vampires also âliveâ in the way that he has a heart that pumps blood around his body. Or if heâs really âdeadâ or âundeadâ like some media describe them?
âWhat?â he questions, having caught you staring.
âYou look very human,â you say quietly. âLike a college guy.â
An athletic college guy. The one whoâs just a little too handsome to be exact.
The trace of amusement that flashes across his face is so faint that youâre not sure you didnât simply imagine it. He doesnât respond to your observation, only sitting down and reaching for your arm. His large hands feel a little warmer against your skin than you remember them doing last time, and you turn your head when he prepares the needle. Thereâs a pinch and then the immediate relief when he loosens the tourniquet.
âHere,â the red stress ball is placed into your hand again. Looking down briefly, you watch your own hand squeeze it, but the red fluid flowing through the transparent tube is too off-putting, and so you close your eyes again.
A minute or so passes while you keep squeezing the ball to some sort of rhythm tied to your breaths. It wonât be long. Soon, everything will be over.Â
Somewhere, you lose track of time, and to regain some sense of reality, you flutter your eyelids open. Only to see the vampire stare coldly at you. You freeze.
âI thought you left,â you admit, the surprise clear in your voice.
âIâm keeping an eye on you,â he explains, face still stoic.
You look at him dumbly. âNo offense, but why? The point is to kill me, anyway?â
âNo, itâs to take as much as possible,â he corrects you. âTo a reasonable extent. And then kill you. Here, let me change the bag.â
You close your eyes once more as he switches the full bag to a new, empty one. The dizziness comes a lot quicker than it did three weeks ago, but then again, youâve been feeling more or less weak and faint ever since that first donation.
âOkay, weâre done.â
You look at him, surprised. âAlready? But you didnât even fill the second bag fully?â
âI took too much last time, and like I said, I want to get as much out of you as possible.â
For the first time, you think you see a hint of a discreet fang when he gives you a blood-chilling smile.
The process of removing everything is quick, and before you know it, youâre putting your feet into your boots again. You feel faint, like your knees might buckle under you any second, but you donât feel weak to the point of passing out for hours in your car; you do that when youâre home in bed instead.
Suffering from what you gather is immense anemia, you donât have the energy to really do anything between your visits to the vampire besides lie on the couch and watch TV. You quit your retail job the Monday after finding him in that alleyway, confident (and correctly so) that you wouldnât be able to handle really any job at all.Â
Even rotting away on the couch with your eyes glued to the screen, you can barely understand what the shows are about. Your brain struggles to place the people and remember the plot lines, and you find yourself almost daydreaming instead. Though itâs mostly just flashing images of the vampire whose name you still donât know.
If your heart wasnât already so strained, it would beat harder for him in some kind of fear-filled attraction. Heâs absolutely gorgeousâand thereâs definitely something almost drawing you to himâbut heâs also so, so intimidating. If the end goal wasnât to die, youâd for sure be running for the hills and looking over your shoulder late at night.
Next time, thereâs a slight smile pulling on the vampireâs lips when he opens the door.
âStill alive?â
You chuckle quietly, looking down at your boots. âUnfortunately.â
Taking off your coat reveals another simple outfit with no other purpose than granting the vampire access to your arms while keeping your freezing body warm. This time, itâs a thick, brown cardigan over a t-shirt, paired with somewhat baggy jeans.
The contrast between your clothes is almost funny. Even indoors, youâd be freezing in the half-open thin, white dress shirt he wears messily tucked into black, also thin-looking slacks. The gap in his shirt makes you want to reach out and touch his pale chest, but of course, you keep your hands to yourself.
Once again, you follow him inside, and while you donât need him to, he guides you to the same spot in his kitchen where the stuff is all laid out.Â
Sitting down, you slip your arm out of the cardigan and place it on the armrest. The vampire washes his hands and then comes to sit down in front of you, reaching for the tourniquet to position it around your bicep. With the elastic band tightened, he rips open an antiseptic wipe to clean the inside of your elbow, and then, he prepares the needle like always.Â
You look away, holding your breath until the pinch comes and for a few seconds after.Â
âThe whole thing about vampires losing control around blood⌠I take it thatâs just storytelling?â
âDepends,â he answers, and despite not looking at him, you just know heâs got one eyebrow raised and a hint of a cocky smile on his lips. âIf weâre hungry and someone happens to bleed around us, yeah, it can be more⌠tempting. Also depends on what sort of blood we prefer.â
âAnd you donât like mine,â you state, your foggy brain concluding it the reason he seems to not care about the vulnerable blood right in front of him.
He laughs this time, a really nice sound that has your strained heart almost skipping an important beat. âI changed my weekly feeding to Thursdays, so Iâm still quite full. And your blood isnât vile, itâs just not what I personally go crazy for.â
âOh,â you let out, looking at him before something dawns on you. âWait. You eat once a week only? How much do you eat then? Or⌠drink?â
He nods toward the bag he just secured to your arm. âSomeone of my size typically only needs about two of these a week to survive and not maniacally hunt and kill, but to really thrive? Between two and three liters, so four to six bags. I usually go hunting Friday or Saturday night when most bars and pubs are full. Itâs surprisingly easy to find a few drunks stumbling around who wonât even realize what happened the day after.â
âSo you donât⌠kill?â
âNot if we can help it. Thereâs been⌠an increase in vampires around here, and if people drop dead? No, itâs less suspicious and only a little more work to find a few victims instead of draining one dry.â
âMakes sense.â
âMhm. I typically donât have to beg women to come with me, either.â
Something ice cold travels through your body at that last sentence. You wonder whose blood was on his lips that night when you found him.
âI canât believe youâre telling me this, though? You seem like youâd tell me to mind my own business.â
Even more, you canât believe you asked.
He smiles. âI donât know. Like I said, people will occasionally find out what I am, find me fascinating, and ask a thousand questions. Iâve always thought it to be incredibly annoying, and Iâm not really supposed to tell them anything even if I wanted toâwhich I donâtâbut itâs been⌠odd, not being questioned by you. At all. Almost boring, like Iâm not interesting to you.â
His answer surprises you, and for a moment, you imagine teenage you, not bubbly per se but at least a bit more naive than the current version. Would she be the type to annoy him? You donât think so.Â
âObjectively, you are interesting, but I canât believe how brave people are? If things were different, I wouldnât have gone out looking for a vampire in the first place. And if I somehow stumbled upon you, I wouldâve run the other way because youâd terrify me.â
Slowly, he smirks at your honesty.Â
âI scare you?âÂ
Youâd be lying if you claimed the cold, calculating aura around him didnât.
Youâre not sure if he has any super powers like in the movies, but honestly, he wouldnât need to be able to lift a bus to kill you. The scariest thing about him isnât how he could end your life in a hundred different ways either way, itâs how he could drag it out and extend your suffering before doing so. Of course, your body and instincts find him scary, but in a way, your mind⌠doesnât? Then again, youâre here because your mind wants him to kill you.
âI donât know.â
âHm,â is all he says, his eyes falling to the blood bag. âI have to change it. Hold on.â
âOkay,â you mumble, finding it hard to concentrate. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, but at the same time, your breathing is slowing down. Closing your eyes, you feel him move stuff around.
âHow are you feeling?â he suddenly asks, but it doesnât sound like he cares too much.
âHonestly? Terrible,â you admit, keeping your eyes closed.Â
You keep still when you feel his hands on your arm, but then you hear a little⌠rip.
âFuck.â
Curiously, you open your tired eyes, seeing the vampire hold the empty bag up to inspect it.Â
âThis was the last one I had. This brand is fucking terrible quality; how do you make blood bags so weak they rip?â
âYou donât have anything else to collect it in?â
He sighs defeatedly, âNo, it needs to be in these kinds of bags so I can store and freeze it properly.â
âOh. Okay.â
âIâll have to stock up on them and maybe take more next time.â
You nod slowly and understandingly. That will probably be the last time, then.
About a week and a half later, you find yourself on a bench downtown, your hands in the pockets of your coat to keep them warm. Itâs Saturday, and on the other side of the street, a few people are standing in line to be let inside your townâs best version of a nightclub. Youâre not certain what exactly brought you here, and youâre sure that if the happy, club-dressed people took the time to observe their surroundings, theyâd notice you staring and look at you weirdly in turn.
âHello?â
Registering the almost rude-sounding voice, you blink as you turn your head. Itâs a guy.Â
âHuh?â
His face looks skeptic, and heâs got his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Heâs not wearing a jacket or coat of any kind over his white t-shirt, so you gather heâs in the middle of a night out. Probably left a bar for a smoke and spotted you.
âI asked you what your name is? Like three times?â
Heâs good looking with black hair and dark eyes, but the tone of his voice is very unattractive, and you have no interest in him whatsoever, knowing he isnât just looking to be your friend.
âOh. UhâŚâ
You donât say it. Itâs not that you donât remember your name or that youâre making a conscious effort to deny him the information, but itâs like your thoughts are at a standstill.Â
âBeat it.â
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. His lips didnât move.
âAnd who are you?â he asks, irritation dripping from his words, and this time, his lips are moving. However, his eyes are not on you but on something behind you.
Just as youâre about to turn around, the man in front of you leaves. His steps are quick, his mission abandoned.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Of course. It clicks the moment the vampire comes into view, and youâre surprised you didnât immediately recognize his deep voice. Heâs wearing that same leather jacket and some black pants, an outfit still very much inappropriate for winter. Though, something about him feels⌠wilder, almost a little uncontained? You canât put your finger on what exactly.
âUh, people-watching,â you inform as he rounds the bench, sitting down next to you.
Because heâs beautiful like no other, you glance discreetly at his face. Heâs so masculine, but in certain lights, you glimpse something softer. You particularly like his nose and its rounded tip. It gives him such an attractive profile, you think, gaze traveling over his features and lingering on his dark eyelashes.
âWhy? Isnât it cold as hell for you?â
âUhm, I donât know? And I guess?â
From looking straight ahead, he turns his head, redirecting his full attention to you. The light from the closest street lamp reflects in his dark eyes.
âIs there any truth to that whole âvampires are designed to lure humans inâ thing?â
He grins. âI lure you in?â
âYouâre more intimidating than you are attractive, actually,â you admit earnestly, wincing a little on the inside at how it came out a bit like an insult. Heâs definitely attractive, and maybe the fact that he is so attractive is part of why heâs also so intimidating. âIâm just wondering what you looked like before.â
âIâve always looked like this,â he explains casually, once again peering out over the cold, dark street. âVampirism doesnât change anything besides, like, skin impurities and conditions. I wouldâve shown you a picture, but there were no cameras around when I was human,â he smiles cheekily.
âAnyway, you should go home. Itâs really cold and not really safe at this time either,â he encourages.
You nod, realizing that he wants to protect his backup supply. âYeah.â
âGood. Iâll see you next week.â
âMhm.â
You expect him to get up and leave, confused when five seconds pass and he hasnât moved. The feeling seems to be mutual because he turns his head to look at you again.
âSo, are you leaving or not?â
âI am.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
You look away, clearing your throat a bit awkwardly and realizing that you might just have to tell him, since he doesnât seem to be leaving before you. âI donât think I⌠can. I walked here, but I think I overestimated myself.â
The vampire looks you over briefly, probably just to be sure, but you both know that your main health concerns arenât visible.Â
âWhere do you live?â
âOh, not that far. Like less than a ten minute walk, but IâŚâ
âWhatâs your address?â
â124 Conch Street.â
âStand up.â
âWhat?â
âStand up.â
Puzzled, you follow his instructions and slowly rise to your feet. Though youâve been sitting stranded on the bench for almost two hours, the dizziness returns the moment you stand.
But the vampire isnât satisfied. âGet up on the bench and undo your coat up to your waist.â
This time, you give him a skeptic look.
âJust do as I say,â he holds his hand out for you.
Slowly and still confused, you take it, and with his aid, you step up onto the bench.
To your surprise, he lets go, and before you know it, heâs unzipped your coat from the bottom up to your waist, positioned himself in front of you, and grabbed your thighs. Instinctively, you place your arms around his neck as he hoists you onto his back and starts walking.
âWhat are you doing?â you breathe quietly.
âTaking you home in an inconspicuous way. It looks like weâre a couple, does it not?â
âDefinitely an odd and unexpected couple if so, but I guess?â
âYouâre a pretty girl, you know?â
Your lungs hold your breath for an extra second before slowly releasing it, and then you hum, but itâs only to actually provide him with an answer. You definitely donât think youâre anywhere near pretty enough for someone like him. He doesnât call you out on your vague answer.
Youâre not the most common sight, couple or not, and people still watch you as you pass them. Unsure as to how to meet their curious gazes, you donât; turning your head forward instead. When youâre so close, you inevitably catch his scent, only to find that he doesnât smell like a whole lot. There are traces of soap, laundry detergent, and maybe a hint of cologne, but not much else. No lingering smell of sweat or anything like that.
He walks you through the city and past the alleyway where you first found him. Itâs quiet, except for the muted sound of his footsteps as well as those of a man a bit ahead, evidently hurrying to get home and away from the cold.
âAre there more vampires here?â you wonder, looking around the silent street and thinking it might not be as empty as it seems.Â
âYes,â he confirms casually.
It has your brain working, and the surroundings reminding you of why youâre with him in the first place.
âHow are you going to kill me?â
If heâs caught off guard by your straightforward question, he does a good job of not showing it.Â
âI donât know.â
âOkay. But Iâd rather not bleed out,â you say, body aching at the mere thought. Although youâre certain there are much worse ways to go, you really donât like the feeling of severe blood loss.
âItâs the easiest way though,â he explains. âItâs not as easy to drain a body without a heartbeat to move the blood around.â
âAre you familiar with livestock?â you ask, thinking back to what your three-year-older cousin once told you as you biked past a field of cows one summer when you were ten. âYou can kill the animal and then âdebloodâ them by hanging the body upside down and cutting their throat. The blood will drain easily. Do you have a bathtub?â
âYouâre⌠a person though, still,â he says, and though he doesnât falter in his steps, you can tell your words donât sit quite right with him. âThereâs no dignity in an ending like that. And donât you care what happens to your body?â
To say youâre surprised is an understatement. You thought vampires were all bloodthirsty monsters, only biding their time until they can rip someone new apart. The messier, the better. The vampire, whoâs carrying you on his back, made no effort to appear nice either. At least not at first. Now, you donât even know.
You shrug slightly. Youâre not a spiritual person, and youâve never believed in something like an afterlife. âItâs just meat and bones. I wonât be here anymore, and no oneâs going to be looking for me, anyway. Thereâs no use in keeping things âpretty.ââ
He doesnât say anything in turn, and you wonder how much about you he knows. How much about your life he realizes.
The vampireâs smooth movement lulls you further into relaxation, and you lean your head partly against your own arm, partly against him. He doesnât say anything.
Way sooner than if you wouldâve walked with your own two legsâif you wouldâve made it home at allâhe puts you down in front of your apartment complex. You search your pockets, locating your keys in the left one.Â
âGoing home now? Since you canât enter without permission,â you joke tiredly, unlocking the front entrance with the key fob.Â
The vampire raises his eyebrows. âI might as well make sure you donât somehow trip and spill all my blood on the way to your apartment,â he smirks, grabbing the door and opening it wide without breaking eye contact. âAnd you shouldnât believe everything you see or read.â
The smile heâs wearing as he makes a show out of stepping inside the building is another chilling one. You canât say that you expected him to hit an invisible wall or anything, but for some reason, it wouldâve almost felt⌠nice if that were the case. Considering your situation, youâre not sure why.Â
The elevator is empty and waiting for you, and after getting inside, you press the button for floor two, the vampire coming to stand beside you.
âIs there anything that is true regarding vampires?â you ask quietly as if someone would hear you inside the elevator.
âBesides the fact that we drink blood?â
âYeah. Are you like, immortal and stuff? Super old?â
He chuckles. âKinda. I donât think anythingâs truly immortal, but we do have a longer life span, yes.â
âWhat about senses? Can you hear my heart beat right now?â
âYes. It sounds like itâs about to burst through your chest.â
Yeah, because itâs strained to hell and back, trying to keep you alive even in the condition youâre in.
âAnd super speed, super strength and all that?â
âMhm, although weâre not so fast we go blurry. Are you impressed?â
âI donât know? What do you use it for? I canât think of even one thing having those powers would improve in my life.â
âTough crowd,â he chuckles, avoiding your question as he follows you out of the elevator.Â
You understand that being physically superior is helpful when youâre a literal predator, and yeah, maybe being able to walk a tiny bit faster to work every morning wouldâve saved you some time, but what else? Oh, yeah, one time, you had to throw away a jar of pickles because you simply could not get it open. Being stronger wouldâve definitely helped you then.Â
Reaching your door, youâre quick to unlock it and pull it open to head inside, ignoring the two envelopes lying on the floor in your hallway. The vampire stays at the door, watching as you start to remove your coat two or so steps away from him.
âAre those⌠bruises?â
Turning your head as you make your way to the wardrobe to put the coat away, you see the vampire looking almost worried. You look down at the skin on your arms.Â
âYeah.â
âLet me look at them,â he urges, holding his hand out.
âWhy? They come with anemia; why does it matter?â
âStill, I want to see. Come over here.â
Despite looking oddly insistent, he makes no effort to actually enter your apartment.
Your eyes widen as you look at him. âYou really canât come inside without an invitation, can you?â
He sighs exasperatedly. âTechnically, no, I canât step inside unless you give me permission.â
It makes you laugh a little in wonder. âWow.â
He rolls his eyes, but you can tell it amuses him a little too.
âListen, Iâll be fine until we meet again and if the bruises are still there, you can look at them then. I kinda donât actually want to invite you in, is that rude of me?â
âNo, itâs not. Very reasonable, actually.â
âOkay, then Iâll see you Friday?â
He nods politely and steps back. âSee you.â
You watch him leave, his footsteps sounding through the hall as you bend down to pick up the envelopes youâve been ignoring for days. Theyâre probably bills, and youâll be dead soon, so who really cares if you pay them or not?
Mindlessly, you approach the door to close it, your focus on the white paper in your hands. You put your finger under the fold to rip the first envelope open, wincing when the paper cuts through your skin instead.
Holding your finger up, you inspect the damage and the little bead of red thatâs forming next to the invisible cut. You look at it, furrowing your eyebrows at how you feel like somethingâs⌠missing? A moment later, you realize what it is, and your body freezes.Â
The footsteps have stopped.
It dawns on you, as you look at the blood, what the vampire was actually doing tonight and why he looked wilder than usual. Early Saturday night, lurking around the clubs until he found you and had to abandon his plans.Â
He was hunting.
Your eyes widen and your heart stops as you hear it. One footstep. Then another. And another. Theyâre speeding up, and soon enough running toward you.
Before youâve had a chance to shut the door, it flies wide open. Panicked, you move farther into the apartment, but you fall backward and by pure instinct, crawl back as quickly as you can.
Despite claiming that he couldnât enter without your permission, the vampire falls to his knees, then all fours, to reach you. Youâve never seen anything as scary as the bloodthirsty creature grasping the air, trying to get you. He moves so quickly, and his hand is just about to grab your foot when itâs like⌠heâs held back by something.Â
You're breathing heavily, trying to understand whatâs happening. Why doesnât he just move another three centimeters? He licks his lips in frustration, exposing fangs that are definitely longer than you remember. Meeting his eyes, theyâre cold like never before, and he exhales angrily. Heâs still reaching for you, and frozen in your spot, you look over at him, briefly wondering if his feet got stuck or something when it hits you.
He canât step inside.
You sit there, your feet mere centimeters from his grasping hand when thereâs a sound down the hall, and in a split second, the vampire seems to snap out of it. He looks at you, appearing to realize what heâs doing and somehow gaining control over himself. Looking around, he gets up, and he leaves. Quickly and without a word.
Wide-eyed and with your heart beating painfully, you remain on the floor, wondering what the hell just happened. Even when his footsteps are long gone, youâre too afraid to get up and close the door, worried that heâll return and be able to reach you.Â
Youâd like a very serious word with whoever established the âno entering without permissionâ rule but also decided that the vampires could cheat it by keeping their feet outside and crawling inside.
You sleep a little uneasy the following nights, thinking a lot. Of course, your thoughts are mostly occupied by those cold, black eyes, thirsty for your blood.
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THE TIDES OF US | JJK
Oneshot
pairing: firstlove!jungkook x firstlove!(f.)reader
synopsis: returning to Busan was never meant to be anything more than temporary. but when youâre faced with the boy who shaped your heart and engraved his initials upon it, are you able to pick up where you left off or will the tides of Busan wash away everything you once knew?
w/c: 8.6k
warnings: first love reunited, angst, angst snd some more angst, coffeeshopowner!jk, two dummies who apparently canât communicate!, eventual smut (just one scene!), titty appreciation, unprotected sex (dont be silly!!), yummy make outs, crying :(, actually no! sobbing!, so many questions, matchalover!reader, both 22!!!, um um um, jjk has a shaggy mullet bc i cant help myself!!!, too many emotions that both characters r overwhelmed by! i think thats it lol idk, enjoy pls <3 mwah
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It had been a total of 1614 days since you last walked through the city of Busan. Four years and six long months since your parents had uprooted your lives and moved to London after an opportunity to expand your fatherâs company at the age of 18.
The sun warms your skin, the scent of sea salt lingers in the air. It's all familiar, yet somehow all so foreign.
Passing by street food stalls where you once spent your last bits of change, benches where you watched sunsets over the sea with your first love, and photobooth stands youâd drag them into at every chance. It was all so familiar, yet distant, flooding you with a wave of emotionsânostalgia, longing, and a twinge of sadness for how those days had slipped through your fingers, leaving only memories behind.
You find yourself frozen inside a beachfront cafĂŠ, convinced the sun has given you heatstroke and that this is just a hallucination. It couldnât be him. Thereâs no way.
A tall, doe-eyed boy stands across from you, one arm adorned with intricate tattoos, a shaggy mullet framing his chiseled face. Heâs frozen too, staring right back at you.
âJungkook?â
Jungkook watches as you approach the counter hesitantly, his gaze fixed on you. He wants to reach out, to touch you, to see if youâre really hereâor if youâre just an illusion his brain conjured up after that extra cup of coffee today.
âShit- No fuckinâ way? What the fuck?â Is all his pretty little lips that were now adorned with a silver ring could say. His brain was racing, eyes darting back and forth between yours.
âYou speak to all your customers like that?â you say playfully, a small laugh escaping your lips.
The smile that forms on Jungkookâs lips is almost painful to seeâhis old bunny-like teeth on display, the way his nose scrunches and forms those little wrinkles just like it used to, and that little dimple that peeks out, the one he used to say was from all the kisses you pressed to his cheek.
âStill a smartass, huh?â Jungkook teases, biting the corner of his lip and toying with the metal ring.
You hum in response, words getting lost. Youâd forgotten you were standing in line, the sight of Jungkook in front of you after so long making you forget the patrons waiting behind you.
âIâll just take aââ
âIced Matcha, hm?â Jungkook finishes your sentence, not meaning to, just an instinct. Back when the two of you were inseparable, youâd always push him to try it, but it never worked. He still didnât like itâat least, not until you left. Now, he ordered it on the days when loneliness got the best of him, or when anniversaries would roll around, the ones that you used to spend hand in hand.
You take a seat at a nearby table, staring out the glass windows that frame the view of the beach. Your thoughts are scrambled, knots forming in your stomach from the situation at hand. It had only been 15 hours since youâd returned to Busan, and already the world felt like it was playing some sick joke on you. Torn between wondering if this was fate or if the universe was rubbing everything you had lost in your face.
A takeaway cup, adorned with a sleeve that reads âGolden Hour,â is placed in front of you.
Your eyes meet Jungkookâs as he stands there, a tight, closed-lip smile on his face. He looks down at you, half-thinking he might actually pass out if you keep looking at him like thatâeyes round and innocent, like nothing has changed. When you stand up, only inches away from him now, thereâs no counter between you. He could reach out, touch you, and see if this is realâor just another one of his recurring dreams. He decides not to, not wanting to risk it and find out this is all just his subconscious fantasies playing out.
Your lips wrap around the straw, the sweet liquid filling your taste budsâjust how you always liked it. Sweet, not too bitter, with extra whipped cream.
âPretty fucking good,â you say.
Itâs silent for a moment, neither of you sure what to say or do next.
âWhen did you get baââ
âI should get goiââ
An awkward laugh escapes from both of you, hands fiddling with the straw in an attempt to keep busy, while Jungkook rubs the back of his neck.
âYeah, of course, I should get back to it. Coffee wonât make itself,â Jungkook rambles. You nod, he nods. You give an awkward smile, and he mirrors it back to you. Itâs all a little juvenile, reminding you of when you were both in high schoolâtoo awkward to communicate, too caught up in the butterflies that fluttered in both of your stomachs.
You thank him again, turning to leave and heading back out into the heat of Busanâs air. Half of you thinks you should ditch the drink and dive headfirst into the ocean, trying to rid yourself of the emotions bubbling inside you.
âHeyââ Jungkook catches up with you just before your hand touches the door to leave. âCan weâlike, catch up? I finish at 8:30? If you want⌠I know youâre probably busy. Could do it another time. If you wantââ
Jungkook had always been a ramblerâheâd ramble on and on whenever he was nervous, excited, or hiding something. It was a habit you picked up on early in your relationship, a tell that always gave him away. His words would get all jumbled and his speed of speech would increase, right before heâd admit something weighing on his mind.
âDid you change your hair? Did you curl it? Or is that more of a wave? Is your hair naturally like that? Did you have to wake up early to do that? SorryâI mean, you look pretty.â
âThe waves are big today, right? Wonder why. Probably something to do with the moon or something. Heyâdid you know that sometimes female crabs eat their own babies if they get too stressed? Shit, sorry. Iâm in love you.â
âYouâre leaving? Okay, well, London is nice, apparently. Did you know Big Ben isnât the name of the tower, just the bell inside? Weird, right? Fuck, please, stay.â
â8:30? By the benches?â
Jungkook lets out a small breath of relief. He doesnât need to ask you to specify which benchesâthere were plenty along the beachfront, but he knows exactly which one you mean. The same one where he first told you he loved you.
â8:30. Benches. Perfect.â
Your fingers scrolled mindlessly over your phone as you sit on the bench, your foot tapping lightly against your other foot out of nervousness as you wait for Jungkook.
Two hands come to cover your eyes from behind you, skin cool against your warm cheeks, âBoo!â
Your own hand attempts to reach behind you, blindly trying to swat Jungkook, âLittle shit.â You giggle.
Jungkook laughs, and the sound fills the air like a familiar melody you didnât know you missed so much. He lets his hands fall away, stepping in front of you with that trademark half smirk.
âWanna go sit on the beach?â Jungkook smiled, he was dressed in an oversized black tee, matching baggy jeans to match, his apron that was tied around his waist a few hours prior long gone now, dressed so casually yet, eyes from anyone passing by would automatically be drawn to him.
Heâd always been that wayâthe main attraction in any room he entered. Girls would swoon over his doe eyes and pretty smile, boys would try to replicate his style and confidence, and grandmas would pinch his cheeks and slip in a good word for their granddaughters. Youâre sure the attentionâs only grown since then. Heâd shed that baby face, swapped it for a bad-boy look with tattoos and piercings, and it only seemed to suit him more. Youâd bet the creator of Jeon Jungkook had spent extra time perfecting him, as if to apologise for all the other men they had created. There was only one Jeon Jungkook, and he stood before you now, cocking his head towards the beach, waiting for you.
You find a spot on the sand to sit, the small waves washing onto the shore not too far from the two of you. Your hands dig into the sand beside you, letting the soft sand pour from between your fingers.
âDidnât know you were back. Are you?,â Jungkook asks softly, his own fingers dragging back and forth through the sand in front of him, âAre you back?â
You let out a small laugh, âFor a little I guess. Dadâs got a project in Seoul, so I decided to join him. Staying in a hotel just over there.â Your forefinger points to the side a little lazily.
âSo, not back?â
âBack for a little.â You counter.
Jungkook lets out a small laugh, âDoes anyone know? Surely Jimin or Hobes would have told me.â
âNah, it was a last minute thing, just got here last night.â
Jungkook hums in response, was a little bummed that you werenât here for good. He had secretly hoped that you had moved back, found his cafĂŠ, and came to find him.
âCanât believe you own a fucking Cafè Kook.â You spoke with pride, he had always said he would open his own one day, and you knew he would, just didnât expect it to be at the age of 22.
Kook. The nickname rolls off your tongue so easily. It fucking punches him in the gut. He could barely handle making eye contact with you, or how your hands brushed against his when you took the cup of Matcha from him. But that? No that was too much, he loved when you would call him that. It always sounded so delicate, so sweet. Memories of you calling out to him when you would spot him at the exit of the subway, how when the two of you would argue you would still say it with a tone so gentle, or when you used to whisper it into his ear late at night when he wasnât being as gentle with you.
âYou look good,â Jungkook almost whispers, his eyes moving towards you. When your eyes meet his, he physically cannot look away, locked in, whether he likes it or not.
âYeah?â You smirk, a light warmth rushing to your cheeks. âYou look like absolute shite.â You bite your lower lip, fighting the laugh threatening to escape.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âWas tryna have a moment, you fuckinâ idiot.â He laughs, tossing some sand onto your lap as he shakes his head.
An hour passes, then two, then three. The two of you sit on the beach, a place that once defined the bond between youâwhere you spent the majority of your free time together. Holding hands as you walked the shoreline, chasing each other down the beach after one of you kicked cold water at the other unexpectedly.
Three hours lost in conversation, answering questions about London, Jungkook filling you in on the latest drama with your old friend group, reminiscing about the times you both shared.
âDid you get to meet the queen?â
âRemember when you got dunked by that wave and your fuckinâ swim shorts fell off?â
âJimin is still a slut. Hoseok is still dancing. Joon owns a fuckinâ reading cafĂŠ with Jinâpricks are heavy competition.â
âYou didnât have to walk me all the way hereâ you giggle, fidgeting with the swipe card for your hotel room.
Jungkook scoffs, playfully. âAlways have walked you home.â The glow from the lobby lights highlights his face, and you canât help but notice the way his tongue toys with his lip ring. You know you should turn around, but that small action stirs something, turning the butterflies in your stomach into something more chaotic.
You hum, a soft laugh escaping. âNight, Kook.â You walk backward toward the door.
âTomorrow. Donât forget. Benches. Lunch.â He smirks, raising a brow.
You stop in the doorway, hesitating. âGoodnightâ doesnât feel like enough. Turning back, you catch him watching you, hands buried in his pockets, looking as if heâs watching you leave again, back to a place where he canât follow you.
You walk toward him without thinking, wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace that feels like slipping back into a dream. His hands find your waist instantly, like theyâve been searching for this moment just as long as you have. He holds you tightâtoo tightâbut you donât mind. Isnât letting you slip away again.
His head tucks into the crook of your neck, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of his shampoo, the same one you used to lather into his hair during lazy mornings together, fills your senses. Your fingers tangle into the soft strands, and for a second, itâs like no time has passed at all.
Itâs dangerous, how familiar this feels. How easily you could sink back into this, into him. The weight of four years, the ache of everything unsaid, presses against your chest. Youâre not sure if this hug is healing youâor breaking you all over again. But right now, you donât care. All that matters is him, here, holding you like heâs trying to rewrite the past.
Neither of you move. Neither of you speak. The silence feels fragile, like if one of you breathes too loudly, the moment will shatter. You close your eyes, trying to memorise the way this feels. The warmth. The safety.
âFuckâIâve missed you.â His voice is muffled, but you feel the words more than hear them. They vibrate against your skin, settling deep in your chest.
Your throat tightens. âMe too, Kook.â Your arms tighten around him, just for a moment. âSo much.â
For a fleeting second, you allow yourself to believe that this could be enoughâthat holding him like this could somehow fix everything. But then his phone buzzes in his pocket, a sharp reminder that the world outside still exists. You feel him tense, the hesitation in his hold. And when you pull back, his hands linger for just a second too long, like heâs reluctant to let you go.
You meet his eyes, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. Just watch each other, silently wishing for the other to not leave.
âGoodnight,â you whisper.
Itâs been 9 days of feeling the warmth of Busanâs sun kiss your skin. 9 days of savoring authentic food that you missed in London. 9 days of hearing the sound of Jungkookâs laughter fill your ears.
The last week has been nothing short of a dream you once wished for. Most of your days are spent beside Jungkookârevisiting your old hangout spots, splashing in the cool water of the beach, or even letting him try to teach you how to use his extremely overpriced coffee machine at his cafĂŠ.
Today was no different. You both left the cafĂŠ side by side, iced lattes in hand, no real destination in mindâjust happy to be beside each other.
âAh! Kook! Look! We have to go, we have to!â You beamed, your finger shaking toward a photobooth stand just a few meters away.
Jungkook doesnât need to look to know exactly what youâre pointing at. He already knowsâyour excitement was always a dead giveaway whenever a photobooth was in sight. Heâd let you drag him in, spend too much time taking way too many photos. Would never say no, he loved it too, capturing moments between the two of you, sometimes he would purposefully plan dates in locations he knew would have a photo booth close by.
He laughs softly, shaking his head, âYou havenât changed a single bit. You know that, right?â
âThatâs not true,â you tease, âMy tits have at least doubled in size.â
Jungkookâs face freezes for a moment, a slight heat creeping up his neck. Heâd noticed. Hell, heâd caught himself staring more than once, but he always tried to focus on your eyes instead, failing most times, told himself you hadnât noticed. You had.
You slap the brim of his black cap gently, snapping him out of his daze. âHello? Stop thinking about my tits. Can we please?â
âWasnât thinking about your tits, freak,â he laughs, his cheeks flushed. âGo.â
You slide into the cramped photobooth after Jungkook, closing the curtain behind you. It was an older booth, no fancy filters or props for you to use. Two options; Colour or Black&White.
Jungkooks fingers pressed against the screen, knowing you preferred black and white.
The first few shots are a little awkward. A small space forcing you and Jungkook to enter one anotherâs space, you had one of your legs hooked over his thigh, one of his arms around your back to stop you from sliding off the metal seat of the booth.
âThese are all ridiculous, my fuckinâ eyes are closed in half of themâ Jungkook whines, flipping through the strips of photos. He wasnât wrong, they mostly were of you both laughing or pulling some very unattractive face.
âFine, one more. Proper one.â You smile, sitting a little straighter in the booth.
Jungkook presses the settings again. The countdown begins. Your head leans against his softly, both of you smiling.
Snap.
Jungkook looks at you, takes in your side profile, the way your hair falls so effortlessly around your face, the small lines that form around your eyes as you smile and laugh.
Your eyes turn to meet him, he almost looks pouty. Taking all of you in.
âWhat?â
âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty. Still so fuckinâ gorgeous.â He whispers.
Your eyes widen slightly, lips resting ajar slightly ready to say something but no words form to escape. His teeth tug on his lower lip ever so slightly as his eyes search yours.
Snap.
It's silent, both of you searching in eachothers eyes for something, anything. You swallow lightly, your eyes dropping to his lips where his teeth tug slightly, his lip ring flipping and causing your stomach to flip in unison.
His hand around your back moves to the side of your jaw, his thumb caressing over your cheek so softly you can only just feel it. You move in closer, your lips inches from his. Need this. Need you. Kiss me please.
Jungkookâs eyes shift to your lips, and his breath hitches for just a second. The usual confidence he carries falters, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. His hand, resting near your cheek, twitches, as if torn between pulling you closer or pulling himself away. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words, but his eyes lock with yours again, and before either of you can think, his lips are on yours.
Snap.
Whatever thoughts had been running through his mind were quickly discarded. His lips crash against yours, you freeze for a moment, before your lips begin to work in partnership with his.
It doesnât take long for Jungkookâs tongue to softly run against your lower lip, seeking entrance. When heâs met with your lips parting as an invitation he wastes no time. His tongue slides against yours, the way they work together makes it feel like no time has passed at all. So in tune with one another, knowing exactly what each other needs, exactly how one another like it.
The kiss grows heavier, soft grunts, light tugs of teeth against lips, pulling each other closer. No care for anyone passing by or if the curtain had moved. All either of you cared about was savouring this moment. Becoming one. Fuling eachothers fires.
Snap.
The faint sound of the photostrip being printed faded into the background, a distant reminder of the world outside. Neither of you moved, lips still entwined, reliving the taste of what once was. Touches so frantic yet familiar, hands grasping like they were afraid to let go, like holding tighter could stop time.
This was home.
Not a place, not a cityâbut this feeling. Safe, consuming, and so full of passion. London never offered that to you. And Jungkook lost the feeling of Busan being home as soon as you boarded that plane four years ago. But right here, in each otherâs arms, it all made sense again. Like coming back to something that was always yours.
It isnât until Jungkookâs phone starts to ring, the vibration rattling loudly in his pocket, that the moment shatters. His forehead rests against yours, as he lets out a quiet hiss of frustration.
âFuckâsorry,â he mutters, eyes still half-lidded, voice low. âItâs probably work. I should take it.â
Itâs not the first time his phone has stolen him away. Youâd noticed it all weekâcalls that made him step aside, texts that pulled his attention mid-conversation. You told yourself it was just work, the demands of running a business.
Jungkook lingers a second longer, his hand brushing your knee as if reluctant to leave, before he finally slips out of the booth, leaving you alone with the aftertaste of a kiss that had ignited a fire that had been yearning for a flame for years.
You take the photos, pausing for a moment to flick through the dozen strips of memories captured on film.
Stepping outside, your eyes squint as they adjust to the bright sunlight above the beachfront. You scan the area, looking for any sign of Jungkook. It doesnât take long before you spot him by a small gift shop, his fingers absentmindedly tracing over little beach-themed trinkets and keychainsâminiature waves, seashells, and beach umbrellas.
âEverything okay?â you ask, stepping up beside him. Your fingers instinctively start to trace over the small ornaments, though your mind is still replaying the moments his lips were pressed against yours.
He slides his phone back into his pocket, offering you a soft glance before letting out a small sigh, which he quickly masks with a chuckle.
âYeah, all good. Work,â he mutters, his lips tugging into a half smile, though it doesnât quite reach his eyes. âSorry, again.â
You smile lightly, dismissing it with a wave of your hand. âItâs fine, Kook. Really.â
Then, with a small tilt of your head, you give him a silent cue to follow you. You turn and start making your way back along the strip.
He follows beside you, his usual confident, bubbly persona dulled slightly. His hands donât reciprocate the small touches yours give him, and his laugh comes out flatter than usual.
It ties your stomach in knots. Maybe the kiss was a bad idea. Maybe heâd already come to regret itâscared of being left by you again, or maybe heâd come to the conclusion that you just werenât his cup of coffee anymore.
His feet follow for a few steps, but then he falls behind again. âShit, Iâm sorry.â His eyes meet yours as you turn to face him, tilting your head slightly in confusion. âI gotta go take care of some stuff back at the cafĂŠ.â
âOh. Yeah, no, of course,â you smile, though it feels strained. When Jungkook sees the corner of your lips upturn, he thinks he can physically feel his heart twist. âI get it, go.â
Jungkook goes to speak but bites down on his lower lip to stop himself. He lets out a quiet huff of breath through his nose before making his way toward you.
His long, muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. âTomorrow? Weâll go to that hotpot place you used to froth over.â
His lips are gentle as they press a kiss to your forehead, and his hand holds your cheek as he gives you one last look before turning to head back to the cafè.
You wandered through the city, your feet tracing the familiar paths, but nothing felt quite the same. Every turn you took, every glance you stole at the places you had once visited with Jungkook, only deepened the ache in your chest. The weight of the kissâthe heaviness of the aftermath.
Jungkookâs absence was noticeable. The way heâd distanced himself after the kiss, the way heâd pulled back, had left you questioning everything. Was it something you imagined? Maybe he didnât feel the same. Maybe for him, it was just a fleeting moment, a mistake.
Youâre overthinking this, you told yourself. Maybe he just needs time. Maybe itâs nothing. Maybe Iâm just reading too much into it. But deep down, you knew you couldnât leave it like this.
The thought of leaving things unanswered felt wrong. You couldnât keep pretending that everything was fine when you felt like something wasnât. You needed to know if he had regretted it, or if he had changed his mind. The idea of him slipping away without ever acknowledging what had passed between you was something you couldnât stomach.
With a deep breath, you turned towards the cafĂŠ. You didnât know what to expect, but you knew you had to go. For closure, for peace, or maybe just to hear his side. You told yourself it wasnât about getting back what you once had, but about understanding what this all meant now.
The small bell above the door chimes as you step into the cafĂŠ. Itâs lively, filled with groups of friends and couples, some snapping photos of their colorful drinks and beach themed pastries, others simply enjoying the ocean view that stretches out in front of them.
âHi, welcome to Golden Hour! What can I get you started with?â A perky brunette greets you from behind the counter.
âIs Jungkook in?â you ask, trying to keep your voice casual, but thereâs a slight tightness in your chest that you canât shake.
The brunette tilts her head, brows furrowing. âJungkook? He hasnât been in since this morning. Can I leave a message for you or something?â
A sudden weight settles in your stomach.
âOh, no. Thatâs alright. Iâll just⌠come back later. Thanks anyway.â You force a smile, but it feels offâlike youâre holding your breath, not quite sure what to do with the information.
Your mind races as you leave the cafĂŠ, your brows furrowed in confusion. He said he was going back to the cafÊ⌠So why hasnât he been here? The questions circle in your mind: Is he okay? Why would he lie? Was it just an excuse to create some space between you two? Maybe he has an office away from the cafĂŠ? The doubt gnaws at you, leaving an uncomfortable feeling as you head back to the hotel, your mind nowhere near settled.
You chose to spend the rest of your evening wrapped in blankets, munching on some takeaway watching terrible reality TV, desperate to escape your own.
It had been working, your eyes and ears were glued to the catfight playing on the flatscreen on the wall opposite your bed, until your phone had chimed beside you.
| 8:40pm
kook: u free? need to see u.
A simple straightforward message, one that you didnât need to read into, but you did. Perhaps he had come to the conclusion that he needed his lips on yours again, or was ready to tell you that it was something he didn't want to partake in again.
| 8:42pm
You: level 7, room 613 :)
A simple straightforward reply. You wonder if Jungkook was reading into all your words and actions. Questioning them and romanticising them too.
A soft knock echoes from the opposite side of your door 20 minutes later. Youâre quick to make your way towards the door, opening the door to see Jungkook, his hair messily falling around his face, dressed in sweats and a tee that was complimenting his figure a little too well.
âHi stranger.â You tease, pushing the door to open wider to let him in, âLong time no see.â
He enters, his eyes darting around the room. Itâs a decent-sized hotel suite, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the cozy seating area. The hum of the TV buzzes through the room as it flickers softly in the dim room. His eyes flicker between the bed and the small chair in the corner, unsure where to take his seat.
âIâm currently way too invested in Khloe Kardashian going to jail, so bed it is.â You laugh as you make your way into the room, sitting back into your side of the bed.
He rolls his eyes playfully, letting out a soft chuckle as he makes his way to the opposite side of the bed.
You both let silence fall upon you, eyes glued to the TV but neither of you are really listening.
âYou still watch this shit?â
âIf âthis shitâ means âincredibly addictive and entertaining cinemaâ, then yes. Absolutely.â
This was probably the 9th time youâd watched this season. You could probably (no, definitely) recite the dialogue of the scenes yourself.
It was a quirk of yours to rewatch the same shows, the same movies, over and over again. You liked knowing how things ended, hated the suspense of being in the dark about the things you enjoyedâjust like now, not knowing where things stood with Jungkook. It was easier to replay the past than to deal with the uncertainty of the present.
âWas everything okay at work?â You muse softly, eyes still on the TV, your eyes avoid Jungkooks, donât want to see him lie to you.
He hesitates for a moment, adverting his gaze back to the TV, âYeah, yeah. Was a bit of a shitshow, but it's fine.â He mumbles, shifting against the bed.
You hum softly in response, silence falling upon the both of you again. Jungkook is the one to break it this time.
âIâm sorry,â He turns to face you, âFor having to dip, know we had plans and all.â
Your eyes meet his, they take in the look thatâs rested on his face. His hair falling around his face, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his eyes are locked on yours. All big and doe-eyed that you get lost in them, forget that he left, forget that he lied about going back to the cafè, forget that he had been standoffish after his lips crashed against yours.
âDo you regret it?â The words leave your lips before you can stop them, âThe kiss, I mean.â You almost wince, your head inches back slightly as if youâre bracing yourself for the answer Jungkook could give you.
Jungkookâs brows furrow, his chest tightening slightly at the thought that you had been thinking that he had been avoiding you because of regret.
âOh fuckâ No! Fuck, no of course I donât regret it,â He sits upright, turning his body towards you and runs his hand through his hair, he can see your eyes searching his own for any reason to not believe him, âAre you kidding? Do you know how long Iâve been wanting that? I fuckinâ dream about it, have since you left. No, fuck, I promise, I would never regret it.â
You let out a shaky breath, not sure what to say or do. The answer he gives you puts to rest any anxiety you had been harboring about him regretting the kiss, but a feeling of uncertainty still lingers in your chest. Why then?
âOkay,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
When Jungkookâs gaze falls over your face, a sick feeling coils in his stomach. Sick to his stomach? Maybe love-sick too? You look so conflictedâyour eyes darting back and forth between his. A small smile graces your lips, but it doesnât quite reach your eyes, and that sends a sharp jolt of self-hatred down his spine.
His hand reaches out, takes yours into his, âI promise you. I fuckinâ swear, I have never and will never regret you. Never.â
âThat makes one of us.â You joke, a playful tone in your whisper, your own fingers intertwining with his, a perfect fit.
Jungkook laughs, shakes his head and squeezes your fingers between yours, âFuckinâ idiot.â
The air between you feels lighter, hands staying locked together. There isnât much conversation, not enough words that feel significant enough to truly convey how you both feel.
As the mood shifts, the air grows hotter. Tension rises between you, one that could rival the heat of Busanâs sun. You inch closer, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips, both of you subconsciously leaning in. Your hands grow bolder, silently roaming over each other.
"Kiss me," Jungkook whispers, his lips barely grazing yours. "Fuck-please."
No need to be told twice. You've heard him loud and clear. Your lips meet his, softly at first, applying just enough pressure to let him know you're all in. His hand quickly finds the back of your head, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.
Your tongue slides gently into his mouth, tangling with his in a rhythm that feels like it's been building for ages. His hands move to your waist, tugging you closer, pulling you into him. Without hesitation, you straddle his lap, your lips never disconnecting. The feeling of your body pressed against his, the heat intensifying, sends him into overdrive. A soft grunt escapes his lips, muffled against yours, as his grip tightens.
Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, bundling the fabric into your palms and pulling it up and over his head. As your lips pull apart to help remove his shirt, your eyes connect, his normal doe eyed look replaced with his eyes narrowing, desperation and need shining from them.
Jungkook's lips leave a trail down your neck, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer as you straddle him. You can feel his breath against your skin, shallow and quick, as if he's trying to steady himself.
"Wait, I-" He pulls back for a moment, his eyes locked on yours. There's something in them. Something he wants to say. But before he can, you pull him back to you, your lips crashing against his again, desperate for the taste of his lips.
He groans against your mouth, his hands pulling you in closer . The words from before, the hesitation in his eyes, are forgotten as the moment swallows both of you whole.
You can feel the firmness in Jungkook's pants pressing up against you, your hips begin to slowly grind back and forth against him, desperate for friction, desperate for some kind of release.
"Fuck, Kook," you whisper breathlessly between kisses, "Want you. Need you." Your words stir something in him, a tension so thick it makes his chest tighten with need. He groans low in his throat, hands moving to your waist to pull you closer.
His hands move from your hips up to your back, roaming chaotically, they come forward, they press against your chest and squeeze lightly. He pulls his head back, watches as his hands slightly dig into your breasts.
âShit- Look at you,â He hisses between his teeth, his hands coming to squeeze again. His eyes lift up to you, your cheeks flushed with a soft blush from the heat of it all, lips slightly ajar, thinks you look so perfect. Too perfect. It makes his stomach flip, âFuck, I need to te-â
His words are cut off as you lift your own shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest to him, his hands immediately coming to cup them again. A low, raspy groan leaves his lips, squeezes them again, harder this time.
Any words that were threatening to leave his lips are long gone, washed away in the tsunami of desire and adoration he has for you. Forgotten, swept away by the tide. The only words heâs able to muster up now are whispered curses through his teeth as you pull his head softly towards your chest.
His lips press against your skin, hungrily. He simply canât get enough. You, you, you. Itâs all he hears. All he wants. His eyes peek up to look at you as his lips wrap around your nipple, softly sucking.
The feeling of his soft lips wrapped around you makes you whine softly, your fingers tugging slightly on the ends of his hair. When you look down to see his round eyes looking right back at you, youâre sure youâre going to melt. Happy to let the tide consume you, will become one with the waves if it means having Jungkook like this.
He sucks, kisses, tugs slightly over your sensitive nipple, going back and forth between each one. Can't get enough. Is all in, all for you.
Your hips lift slightly, a silent plea for him to rid himself of his sweatpants. He notices-of course, he notices-but for a split second, his hands falter at the waistband, a thought flickering in his mind. It vanishes almost as quickly as it comes, overpowered by the pull of you. His hands move quickly now, tugging his sweatpants down and kicking them off in one fluid motion.
Grabbing your hips, he pulls you back toward him, his grip firm yet tender, presses a soft kiss against your lips. With a soft grunt, he flips you onto your back. Thereâs urgency in the way Jungkook moves, showing you just how badly he needs you right now.
He watches as your hips lift slightly, your thumbs hooking under your waistband, sliding off the last barrier between you and him.
He swallows, hard. Is in awe of everything that is you. His eyes trace every curve, every detail he had once memorised. He almost marvels at how well he remembers your body-every point that makes you tremble, every spot that leaves you breathless. But is he really surprised?
How could he be? He has carried you with him in every way possible, mimicking how he used to love you with everyone after you, always chasing the high you had once given him. It's always been you, all he's known.
As your hand comes to rest against his cheek, your thumb gently ghosting over his lower lip, you send him a small nod. Please. Letâs do this. Need you now. You, you, you.
His eyes search yours for a brief moment, as if to confirm this is real, that this is really happening. Then, with a softness that contrasts the heat between you, he tilts his head, pressing a delicate kiss onto the pad of your thumb.
The warmth of his lips lingers there before he lowers his head into the crook of your neck, where he pauses. He inhales deeply, letting your scent ground him. His lips press against your skin.
Your legs part, as he slowly lets himself fall into you. A low, desperate moan leaving his lips. âAhâFuck.â
The whine that leaves your lips is made up of a thousand different reasonsâ The slight burn of Jungkook sliding inside you, the release of built up tension of waiting for this moment, and above all, the most powerful: Love. All the feelings you had sworn you had moved past during the distance are back, as if they had never left.
His hips slowly begin to rock back and forth, finding a steady rhythm as the familiarity of your walls tightens around him. Heavy breaths fill the room, and he feels your nails dig into his biceps, a soft yet desperate plea. He wants you to leave your mark, to scar him, so that he carries a permanent tattoo made from you.
His hand moves from beside you, to your chest, cupping onto your pillowed tit. Is brave enough to look at your face now, and when he does and seeâs your lips parted, brows furrowedâ Heâs done for.
His hips slam into you, the pace quickening, desperate now. Your legs part wider, your back arching against the mattress as the rhythm shifts.
"Fuck, Kook. So good," you whimper, almost pathetically, your hands gripping his arms. âSo, so good, Kook."
He curses through his teeth, lifting his upper body between your legs as he keeps thrusting into you. His hand moves down your stomach, his nails grazing lightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
He watches himself sink in and out of you, the new angle making his heartbeat race. His finger continues its journey down your torso, finally finding your clit.
Soft, delicate circles are drawn over your sensitive bud. He wants to push you to the edge, overstimulate you, but he's not sure how much longer he can last like this. He's overstimulated himself, finally feeling you wrapped around him again-and it hurts. It hurts because it's been so long, hurts because he knows nothing will ever compare to this, and it hurts knowing he might never have this again.
"So fuckin' pretty like this, my baby," he grunts, the pet name slipping from his lips so naturally, it only pushes you closer to the edge. "So, fuckin' perfect for me, aren't you?"
Baby. It shouldn't sting, but it does. It reminds you of the tattoo needle that had pierced your skin five years ago, a thin line replicating a wave on your ribcage. The kind of sting that leaves you sore, but somehow addicted to the pain.
"Fuck, Kook, you're gonna-Ah, shit. You're gonna make me cum." You moan, your elbows digging into the bed as you struggle to hold your weakening body up.
His free hand presses against your inner thigh, pulling it forward as his other continues to rub tight, precise circles over your clit. "Cum," he groans, his brows furrowing so deeply you swear they'll leave a mark. "Cum for me, baby. Show me. Let me feel you, hm?"
Your stomach tightens, your elbows giving out, sending your head crashing back against the mattress. You try to push his hand away from your overstimulated clit, want to stay like this forever but it's no use-he's never been one to lose.
Your moans grow louder, more desperate, mixing with the wet sound of his skin slapping against yours, each thrust desperate and bold.
He feels you tighten around him, your walls pulsing in small, desperate spasms. Soft whines of his name leaving your lips that send him into overdrive. The sensation drives him wild, completely lost in the sin that is you.
It doesn't take long before Jungkook follows suit, his teeth digging into his lower lip as his eyes squeeze shut, his orgasm washing over him, emptying deep inside you.
His hips rock slowly, still moving against you as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his lips pressing desperate kisses against yours, drinking in your whines.
Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his face finding comfort in the crook of your neck once more. The room falls silent, filled only with the sound of both your heavy breaths, struggling to regain normalcy.
"Shower?" You whisper into his ear, pressing a soft kiss against his lobe. He doesn't answer, only nodding against your skin.
You start the shower, letting the warm water cascade over your body. It tries to wash away any trace of his lips on your skin, but it's no use-his marks are invisible now, etched into your memory, and ones that only you two will ever know are there.
Youâve washed your body, your hair, your face, but Jungkook still hasnât joined you in the shower. You dry off, throwing on the oversized tee that was hanging in the bathroom, and make your way back to the bedroom.
Jungkook is sitting on the bed, his figure dimly lit by the changing flashes from the TV screen. His back is to you, but his head hangs slightly between his shoulders.
âKook?â
He doesnât move, doesnât reply. You walk towards him, kneeling down in front of him, positioning yourself between his legs. Gently, your hands reach for his wrists, pulling them away from his hanging head.
âKook? Heyâwhatâs going on?â Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, the reassurance in it only making Jungkook feel worse.
âIâm so fucking sorry,â he murmurs, his voice barely audible. âSo, so fucking sorry, my baby. Iâm so fucking sorry.â
Your brows pinch together in confusion, your face full of concern. âHey, itâs okay. You didnât do anything wrong. Kookâtalk to me.â
He lifts his gaze to meet yours, letting his hands fall limply against his lap. His eyes are glassy, bloodshot, and his lower lip trembles as he tries to speak. âI fucked up,â he breathes out, almost choking on the words. âIâm so fucking sorry. You have to believe me, Iâm so sorry.â
Your hand gently cradles his face, your thumb wiping away the stray tears as they fall. His face leans into your touch, a small kiss pressed into your palm, and that simple gesture sends him into a sob.
âWhat are you talking about, Jungkook? Talk to meâ I canât help you if I donât understand.â Your voice is soft, trying to soothe his panic, but thereâs a hint of fear to it.
âKiss me. Please,â his voice cracks, eyes locked onto yours with a desperate plea. âPlease, kiss me.â His words are broken by sobs.
You hesitate for a moment, unsure how to navigate this. Heâs never been this vulnerable, and youâve only seen him cry a handful of timesânever like this. Gently, you kneel, brushing stray hairs from his forehead.
Your hand lifts his chin slightly, and you press your lips to his. Itâs slow, painfully slow. Jungkookâs hands find their way to your face, gripping it with force, as though grounding himself. He tries to deepen the kiss, but all that escapes him is another sob.
You pull back slightly, sitting back on your knees, but just as you start to pull away, his hands catch yours, holding them gently before they can drop to your sides.
âPlease, Kook.â You beg softly, your voice a mix of confusion and desperation.
âI didnât mean to fuck this up. I really didnât, my baby. Iâfuck, everything just happened so fast. Everythingâs been a mess, and then you showed up, and it just got even more fucked. Iâm so fucking sorry.â
Youâre still trying to make sense of what heâs so sorry forâkissing you? Sleeping with you? Regretting it? Not wanting this anymore? You have no fucking idea.
âKookâŚI donât know what the fuck youâre trying to say.â
His eyes meet yours briefly before they dart away, unable to hold your gaze. His lips part to speak, but another sob escapes him, followed by a curse that cuts through the air.
âIâ I have,â his voice cracks, âFuck, I have a girlfriend.â
Your body freezes, stone cold. Your hands go limp in his, your chest tightening as your breath quickens.
His eyes meet yours, tears falling down his face, lips trembling as he tries to find anything to say. âPleaseâ I can explain, I swear. Iâ Fuck, you know thatâs not who I am.â
Your hands rip away from his, standing up and stepping back, your brain completely void of thought, overwhelmed by a gut-wrenching scream that echoes through your mind.
âWhat?â
He stands up, his hands reaching for you again, but you take another step back. The small distance between you feels painfully familiar.
âPleaseâ me and her, we were already on our last breath before you showed up. I just didnât have the balls to do anything about it. But then you, you came, and Iââ
âYouâre fucking joking, right?â You almost laugh, tears brimming in your eyes. âTell me youâre fucking joking.â
His head shakes as he searches for the right words, hating the sight of your tears, but feeling utterly helpless. Seeing you cry because of him makes him want to dig his own fucking grave.
âIs that why your phoneâs been blowing up? Is that why you didnât go back to the cafĂŠ today? Because she was waiting for you?â
âStopâ Please, baby, I promise. I was going to end it tonight, but I needed to see you first, and thenâ Fuck, I got lost in you again, in feeling you. Iâ Please, baby.â
âOh, itâs my fault?â Your voice cracks, bitterness cutting through the air. âIâm the reason you cheated? Iâm the reason you lied?â
âBaby, no. Itâs all fucking mine. I fucked it up. I wanted to tell you, was going to when we first hung out. FuckâI just got so caught up, seeing you again, then I kept pushing it back, avoiding it. Didnât want to ruin us.â
âGet out.â
He sobs, his voice breaking, âPleaseâfuck, please. We can figure it out. Please, baby.â
âStop fucking calling me that, Kook!â You push at his chest, feeling like youâre being suffocated by the weight of his presence. London doesnât sound so bad now. In fact, maybe itâs even too close.
He lets you push him, knowing he deserves it. Knows this is probably the last time your hands will ever press against his body. He stumbles back, letting you shove him toward the door as his sobs echo, watching helplessly as your tears fall.
âPlease, get the fuck out. Fuck off, go. Leave.â You spit between the shoves. His back presses against the door, your pushes no longer having the same effect. Instead, you let your head drop against his chest, your shoulders shaking as you cry.
Your hands grip the shirt that clings to his frame, your voice quiet but cracked, laced with sobs, âWhy the fuck did you do this?â Youâre barely holding it together. âWhy fuck me over? Why did you fucking do this?â
Jungkookâs hands wrap around your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over them softly, but nothing can ease the hurt between you. He canât say anything to make this right, canât justify why he kept this secret, why he didnât tell you sooner.
He wants toâGod, how he wants to sit you down and explain everything. He wants to tell you that his relationship with her had been hanging by a thread long before you even walked into his life. That it was a ghost of what it had once been, both of them too scared to be the one to end it. They hardly spoke anymore, both just avoiding the inevitable end.
But he knows thereâs no point now. He fucked up. Heâs still in a relationship, even if itâs nothing but a shell, and thatâs a reality he canât escape. He knows what he did was wrong. And even though the feelings for you that had resurfaced swallowed him whole when you walked into his coffee shop, he was greedy. He let himself want you, even though he knew this situation cursed any chance of a future between you two.
âI love you.â He whispers, broken.
And you know he does. Youâve felt it, felt what itâs like to be loved by Jeon Jungkook.
His hand reaches for the door, twisting the handle. Your hands fall from his shirt, your arms hanging at your sides as your breath shakes in your chest. You take a step back.
His hand gently cups your face, brushing away the tears that keep falling. When you look up at him, his sob is painful, raw. It only grows louder when your own hand rests over his.
He presses his lips to yours one last time, desperate, consuming. He breathes you in, as if trying to make this moment last forever, but the kiss ends too soon.
âI love you,â you whisper, your voice barely a breath.
The only response is the sound of the door locking behind him, his departure sealing the silence of your suite.
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2024 is ending so i want go ahead and talk about which fics i enjoyed the most this year
espeesso - @joonberriess. this fic was just perfect for me i love it girl oc and boxer jk dearly. i also love that he's a simp and loves oc so much </3. ive read this like 10 ten times now
all yours - @eternalguk. another perfect fic i love to read if makes me happy after a long day it makes me feel all fluffy inside
bad habit - @hannieehaee. i am a sucker for any spideykoo fic and the author delivered especially with the smut đ
cold case - @keehomania. the most underrated jk fic writer here the author has not missed a single time please check them out
once again, milan! - @frmisnow. this one was sooo hot i cant even put it into words ive also reread this one so many times bc i cant get enough
bbydaddy!jk - @muniimyg. i was so so sad to see this series end i am still lowkey obsessed with it, thinking about future girldad jk irl makes me so soft
meraki - @taegularities. i loved the concept of this fic so much it was written very well! i also liked the cover art
neighbor blunder - @awrkive. again this author has not missed a single time and it's the perfect combination of fluff smut and angst for a softie like me who can barely handle angst. love love love
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Âżcan you kiss me more?
pairing: hellokittylover!oc x boxer!jk
genre: smut
âbaby, hold me âcause I like the way you grooveâ
summary: jungkookâs lust and love for you becomes insatiable
warnings: MATUREâ cockwarming, slight somnophilia [consented], jk jerks off in front of oc, jk is a pervert and hella possessive (& mentally obsessed w/ oc), unedited, lowercase intended
word count: 900
authorâs yap: iâm kinda back bc Iâm in my jobless erađĽ¸. I wrote this a few months ago and just kinda abandoned it -_- itâs also far from the initial scenario that I was gonna write but meh.
âkoo..so deep inside meâ you softly cry as for the fact that his entire length is buried deep within your aching walls. you can feel how hard Jungkook is inside you.
âyeah? youâll keep me warm, right?â he lowly said while smirking underneath you. he firmly shoves himself more, resulting you gently tug on his long hair as he further sucks one of your perky nipples, making it swollen.
â
this particular action is what 's been keeping him occupied for the past thirty minutes as soon as he came back from his 2-hour morning boxing session. jungkook spotted you in the same position you were in before he left. the only difference now is that his thick comforter that wrapped your whole body is no longer covering every inch of you. which makes your baby pink see-through lingerie on display for him to see, only for his sight to enjoy.
what a drooling view
he goes up to your sleeping figure, taking a closer look of your exquisite physique. your cleavage almost flashing him because of how low cut the piece of cotton fabric youâre wearing. not forgetting to mention those curvy hips of yours and naturally thick and tender thighs that only he can touch. nobody else. not on his watch
jungkook feels like some perverted man lusting over your unconscious frame. youâre so sweet, too fragile. seems like in one touch, youâll break.
however thatâs all facade. you may seem too innocent but he knows every tiny detail of yours. including those dirty secrets that turn you on and wild kinks that nobody wouldâve guessed youâre into. to him, you have the face of an angel with devilish preferences.
you initially woke up with a pleasurable sensation that jungkook had caused you: a storm of wet kisses from your neck to the valley of your breast accompanied by a pair of muscular arms roaming around your figure. itâs a habit for both you and jungkook to be touchy to one another in the morning. you love showing your love and affection to him, so as he does to you therefore you allow him to express physical intimacy towards you.
as much as youâd love to show your love back to him, youâre still sleepy and lack energy to move. a few seconds later, you fall back to sleep.
on the other hand, jungkook is getting even more aroused by this situation. his fully tattooed arm moves its way down to your backside, giving your plumpy ass a tight squeeze before proceeding to knead your cheek.
your sleeping figure doesnât help with his high sex drive. how would his sexual urges decrease when the person in his fantasies is laying on his bed. you.
before he could ever comprehend what heâs doing, he found himself kneeling in front of your ass cheeks. jungkook lowers his light gray sweatpants, just right down under his balls, setting his erected cock free.
he leans down towards you to plant a tiny peck in your temples. jungkook locks his attention to your angelic face as he begins pumping his member toward your ass thatâs covered by transparent lace fabric. he smudges his oozing precum around his til using his thumb while thinking how pretty your swollen lips would be if he smeared his fluid around them.
he continues to ejaculate, tightening his rough palm around his cock trying to imitate the tightness of your pussy when he nests himself inside you. your tight walls are 100% way much better than his fucking hands. itâs no doubt that nothing and nobody can compare to you. not even a bit
jungkook fails to be soundless and slips out quiet groans, cursing by how good and light headed he feels right now. he hopes that he could stay in this scenery forever. having you comfortably and peacefully sleeping on his bed while he jerks off in front of you. plus you wouldnât mind just laying there and looking effortlessly pretty for him, right?
heâs almost there, heâs starting to feel the anticipated satisfaction coming towards him. by the moment, he shuts down his eyes as he throws his head back, savoring the intense feeling of pleasure as he reaches his highest peak.
jungkook spills ropes of hot white cum, aiming his oozing tip over the thin baby pink fabric that barely covers your ass. he releases a few more moans as he fully emptied himself to the cloth of your lingerie.
he arrives his desired destination, his paradise
you rise from your sleep by a familiar faint noise, more like a series of whimpers. you lift your head and catch that those breathless sounds are coming from none other than your boyfriend, jungkook. you also notice that heâs weakly pumping his hand around his cock, slowly coming to a halt.
âkookie?â you softly call, which brings him back from heaven to reality.
once he opens his eyes, he locks eye contact with your beautiful eyes, an innocent smile is painted on your face. his appearance softened, as if he wasnât lusting over you a second ago.
he lifts his upper body and leans closer to your face, giving your lips a smooch.
âgood morning babyâ
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[BAD DECISION #61] Jinxing It
warnings:Â (1) mention of toe socks, chess talk, showers, a lil bit of titty luvin, lots of kisses, oral (f&m), fingering, ass play (m), whimpery koo <3, a lil cum swapping, the starluvrs are v cute!!! lots of lil clues and hints about upcoming chapters!!
a/n:Â there's an authors note over on a03 so I'll you spare you my nonsense! but hi, welcome back!! sorry for the wait on this one <33 if you're only just discovering bd, hello---this is part of an on-going story and includes an established relationship, to be read in context with the rest of the story, it's not a oneshot ^^. for kofi subs, there'll be a BD 62 teaser in a few hours!
wc:Â 13.7K
bd total wc:Â 560k (ongoing)
AO3Â |Â MASTERLISTÂ |Â MINORS DNI
Life dissolves with Jeongguk. Days merge into one.Â
Like a tablet in water, or stardust into the atmosphere, time melts.
So does Jeongguk, though. He sinks into the bliss with you. Crumbles. Collapses. Youâd go as far to say he turns into a supernova, like stars often do when they collapse.Â
He lets himself merge into a shared identity that heâs certain isnât normal of such a fledgling relationship.
Two weeks from the auction, and days have rolled on by without much fuss. Deals have been finalised on winning bids, and Jeonggukâs had meetings with realtors, Yoongi by his side every step of the way. Everything has happened without much thought. Life has just been accepted; new plans and opportunities integrated into the trajectory youâre on. No meteors to throw you off course nor cosmic calamities to falter your future.
Your name is on the interview list for Shinwonâs position, and Jeonggukâs due to be accepting the keys for the building tomorrow. Everything is as it should be.
Itâs terrifying, in a way.Â
You spent so long fearing the rug being swept from beneath your feet, but with Jeonggukâs help, carpets have been laid. Theyâre not budging.
And nor is he as he sits across from you, legs crossed, his chessboard keeping you apart. Itâs a rarity to be on his bed not wrapped up in one anotherâbut heâs almost as serious about chess as he is about you. Almost .
âYou know what to do,â he grins, adamant that his crash course in the game was easy to follow. In reality, heâd moved a few pieces, said a few words, and promised with a smile that youâd be able to beat him.Â
His belief in you is sweet, but entirely misplaced. Youâve not made a single move without his gentle encouragement, most times resulting in you giving the match up on a silver platter.Â
The correct terminology evades you, and so do the rules. An app sits on your phone unused, a subscription running up a small fortune from a membership never used. It was set up back in the early days of knowing Jeongguk. You swore one day youâd be able to beat himâbut life got busy, and quite frankly, chess is not your chosen way to unwind.
But spending time with Jeongguk is, and so youâll take him in any capacity you can have him.
âWhich one should I move?â You pout, utterly transfixed on the chess pieces. Thereâs a bewildered panic to your expression, brows furrowed over your glittery eyes, hand hovering to and fro over your side of the board.
You single in on the bishop. Look his way with hopeful, wide eyes. He shakes his head.
âDiagonals only,â he reminds you of how bishops move, at which point you realise itâs blocked in by pawns. Your hand moves to one of them, and he shrugs. âI mean⌠you can .â
âBut should I?â
âYou wanna capture the king,â he says, reaching across to dictate your movements. He secures your grip on the pawn, and gently pushes it up a single square to free the bishopâs pathway. âShift this one up, just one space. Clear the diagonal if you want to move the bishop.â
You do as he says, putting the pawn back in its original position so that you can be the one to place it. Slowly, you repeat his instructions, pushing the pawn up the board while Jeongguk nods.Â
And then he grins in such a way that you just know you're about to curse him out.
He lifts his strategically placed knight. Knocks your freshly moved pawn. Claims the tile as his own.
âRule number one,â He smirks, lip ring flipping in the corner of his pretty little mouth. âNever trust your opponent.â
âDude, what the fuck,â you whine, looking at him with a faux sense of hurt and a very believable pout. âYouâre my boyfriend . Youâre supposed to help .â
âNo moaning,â he dismisses your stropping, knowing heâs lost brownie points for his deception. He also knows heâll earn your favour back soon enough, so whatever. âNow, what's your next move, baby? Go on.â
You study the board, and assess how different the opposing sides look.Â
This time, heâs going easy on you. Kind of. Youâve almost exclusively been guided by him for the last half an hour, over a string of short games, all of which have ended with your very quick and immediate defeat.Â
Jeongguk is too competitive for his own good. Jimin never wants to play against him, âcause he knows heâll lose, too.
This is an indulgence for Jeongguk. He ought not to waste the opportunityâor worse yet, convince you never to play against him again.
He likes the idea of chess being an heirloom; the kind of skill heâll teach his kids in the future. Itâs integral to the very depths of his brainâhow he works, and how his logical mind can jump and switch sometimes at the flick of a buttonâyet he rarely shares it with anyone else.
Itâs only apt that youâd get an all-access pass.
Hovering over your now-free bishop, you narrow your eyes as you glance towards him.Â
He nods.Â
And so you move a pawn instead.
âI donât trust you,â you tell him, because he told you not to. In a way, you are trusting himâjust trusting that heâs a bullshitter.Â
What you donât realise is that youâve just moved the very pawn thatâs been protecting your King, and preventing Jeongguk from getting an easy win.
âB,â he sighs, looking helplessly at the move you just made.Â
He couldnât love you any more if he tried, butâ fuck âheâll never understand your brain.
âWhat?!â
He picks up his queen. Places it diagonally across from your exposed King. Thereâs nowhere for your King to go, other than in the direct line of his queen. Heâs gone and fuckinâ done it again.
Check.Â
Mate .
Groaning, you realise what's happening and flop down onto your back. Your brain is fried. There's no way Jeongguk actually enjoys this.Â
"Not again," you whine, pretending to sob a little as you look up at Jeongguk's ceiling. It's without birds these days, but there are a few rogue strips of tape that remind you of your history within these four walls.
"B," Jeongguk laughs, clambering around the board to flop down with you. His arm rests over your tummy as his face aligns with yours. Might not have any birds above you, but the way you melt into his touch is just as deadly as it was the first time. You'll scorch a hole through his sheets with even the most innocent of encounters. His lips are a little pouty, smirk prevailing as he teases, "What did I tell you, huh? Protect your king."
"I tried!" You insist, your over-dramatic, distressed expression far too cute for him to care about playing anymore. He enjoys chess, but he enjoys you more.
"You left him wide open for me to take!"
"You could have gone easy on me!"
"I was!" He defends with a laugh, adamant that he could have taken you out in, like, two moves if he really wanted. "I swear you didn't listen to a single thing I told youâ"
"I did! Listening to you is how you got that stupid pawn in the first place," you huff, putting your hand against the bottom of his throat to stop him from getting any closer. He doesn't deserve niceties in times like this.
He'd argue that the feeling of your sharp nails against his throat is incredibly nice.
He ignores your moaning. "I'll make you a deal."
"Go on."
"Strip chess."
"Pervert."
"For every move you make, I'll take an item of clothing off," he suggests with a glint in those starry eyes of his, ignoring your remark.
You assess the situation. Mentally make a checklist of his clothes. Sweats, a shirt, a (toe)sock on either foot, and underwear â that's only five moves, but then again, Jeongguk normally has your king trapped by that point.
"I think you're just trying to get me naked."
"I'm always trying to get you naked, B," he shrugs into his sheets, before tearing himself away and getting back into position on the opposite side of the board. "So are you gonna make it a challenge or not?"
"What happens if I take out one of your pieces?"
"If you do that," he hums, as if he's contemplating it. "I'll let you do that goddamn paper plane you wanna try out so bad."
Instantly, you sit up, like a puppy with a treat being teased in front of its snout. Your eyes are wide, smile incredulous.Â
It's been a while since Jeongguk made those paper planes in your bedroom. Only one has ever been done, and quite frankly, you think it might have been the catalyst to your friendship's demise, because how you could ever go back to 'just friends' afterwards was beyond you.Â
It's not like you didn't try to remain totally neutral about cock warming with him, but the way your heart swells whenever you do it now just goes to show how your bodies were made for one another. Like a turning of tides, or the cyclical rising and falling of the sun to make way for the moon, it's just as nature intended. He was made for you, and you him.
With a glint in your eye, you lean over to the chess board and swipe up one of his pawns at random. With a gasp, and a smile twitching at your lips, you exclaim, "Oh look! I won!"
"B," he laughs, but your expression remains entirely serious despite the light nature of it all.
"Lemme fuck your ass," You grin now, pleading ever so softly. "A deal is a deal."
"You didn't win."
"Says who?"
"Anyone who has ever played chess?"
"I've played, and I think I won. C'mon," you grin, positioning yourself on his lap. The chess piece is still in your hands as you lean down to nudge your nose up against his. "Face down, ass up for me, baby."
"You're in my way," he says.
"You could throw me across the room if you wanted to. I'm not stopping you."
"And I'm not throwing you across the room."
"Please," you pathetically beg.
"You really it want it, don't you?" He grins against your lips. "Huh?"
"Just wanna make you feel good."
"You always make me feel good," Jeongguk whispers, quietly deflecting the real reason why he hasn't let you do it yet.Â
Truth be told, Jeongguk is a little scared.Â
While yes, he's always been curious about pegging, he's never taken it that far before. Has never had the tools, shall we say, to explore by himself, and none of his exes or flings ever seemed too interested in it.
He wants it. Wants it with you. Just doesn't know how he'll react. Doesn't know what his body will do. Worries that things will take a turn for the worse and that you'll be so repulsed by him that you'll never want to have sex with him again, or that maybe he'll like it too much and that it'll be all he ever wants and it'd ruin just how good things are at the moment.Â
His thoughts distract him as your lips press feathery kisses against the thick column of his neck. Something about you, and how delicate you can be, just makes him melt into your touch. His hands come to clutch your hair, a pretty little smile forming on his lips.Â
"You don't have to do this," he quietly says, nails lightly scratching at your scalp. Your lips graze against his skin, before he gently pulls you back by the root of your hair. The sensation makes you want him even more than you already do. There's a love-drunk look of lust to your darling eyes, all glittery like they so often are as you look at him.Â
Reaching to cup his jaw, you marvel at how a man who looks like him can be as tender as he is. The world would give him permission to break hearts, if he wanted it, but he doesn't. All he seems to want is to adore, and be adored in returnâand how lucky you are to be on the receiving end of it.
A slight guilt settles in your stomach. You know he'd give you the world if you asked for it, but he isn't giving you this.Â
"I'm only teasing," you tell him, which isn't strictly true. You do wanna do it, but your incessant begging is what you're joking about. It's not like you'll die if you can't fuck his ass (maybe). "I'll respectfully stay out of your ass unless requested otherwise."
He shakes his head. Laughs. Kisses you, 'cause he just can't help himself, then pulls you down into the sheets with him. "I give it a day until you're asking again."
Secretly, he wants you to ask again. It doesn't feel like pressure. Feels like validation; as if you want this even more than he does.
The thing is, you can't say no to a challenge. "Wanna bet?"
No.Â
But he can't resist either. "You're on."
Yoongi stands with his shoulders pressed to glass front door, keys looped on his fingers. The streets in this area are always quiet until the evening, minor hustle and bustle from delivery drivers dropping off stock to businesses down the alley disturbing the peace.Â
A small hotteok stall sits lopsided, supported by the building's exterior wall, red tarpaulin covering it from the weather and any inquisitive eyes. An elderly man runs it during the weekends, but for the rest of the week, it sits derelict. It's an eyesore, to say the least. Not the kind of thing that screams 'hot new restaurant' to anyone walking by.
It's as Yoongi's contemplating how to solve this problem, figuring the stallhand probably had an agreement with the previous owners, when Jeongguk comes into his line of vision. He tweaks a brow in Jeongguk's direction, almost as if to ask:Â what time do you call this?
Jeongguk's right on time. It's not a minute past twelve, which is exactly the time Yoongi told him to arrive.Â
Sale finalised, paperwork complete, Yoongi got given the keys this morning. It's a done deal. The building is his, and in turn, the restaurant is Jeonggukâs.Â
Despite his nonchalance, when Yoongi sees Jeongguk grin, he can't help but smile too.
"Shut up," Yoongi tells him. "We're serious businessmen. Don't get giggly with me."
"I'm not!" Jeongguk laughs, hands up in defence, until Yoongi puts his own hand out for Jeongguk to shake. Naturally, Jeongguk uses Yoongi's hand to pull him in for a hug instead. Patting his back, Jeongguk is almost fighting the urge to cry. He's waited so long for this. Worked so hard. Doesn't think any of it would be possible without Yoongi, but Yoongi would disagree.
"You better make the best fuckin' samgyeopsal this city has ever seen," Yoongi threatens with all the love in the world, breaking from the hug. Passing over the keys, he nods towards the doors. "Do us the honours."
Yoongi is fatherly in the way he never takes the glory for himself. Will be the kind of dad to build a lego castle and let his kid put the flag in place at the end of his labour.Â
Jeongguk doesn't mention it, but he's noticed the way Seoyeon has been the designated driver for the past few weeks; how she didn't drink at auction, and how Yoongi's been even more attentive than he usually is.Â
Could be nothing at all. Could just be a change in the weather.
But it could mean everything, and Jeongguk knows better than to intrude before being welcomed in on the news.Â
Pushing the key into the lock, Jeongguk is quietly enamoured with the fact the premises has a lock and key instead of the typical keypad locks that are usually in place. The metal grates against itself as he twists the lock open, and pushes the door open.Â
There's a separate side entrance for access to the upper floors.Â
The floors Jeongguk intends to be the restaurant already have a connecting staircase towards the back of the room, which will make it infinitely easier for staying out of Yoongi's hair whenever he's in the workshop.
In the light of day, the furniture from the previous owners now removed, it's so much easier for Jeongguk to envisage how everything will look; where the signage will hang, where the bar will go, and, most importantly, where the disco balls will hang.
"It's really happening," he exhales, as if he hadn't realised it at any earlier stage in the process.
Yoongi doesn't berate him. Instead, he takes a deep breath, too. Nods. "It's really happening."
Though he smiles, Jeongguk wishes he had a hand to hold as tightly as his lips press together. Wishes you were here. Knows you're busy with work, making up hours to account for the fact you'll have some time off at the end of the week for your interview at the Ryu.
Why you need an interview is beyond him. He thinks they're being ridiculous. Thinks that even entertaining the idea of hiring someone else is an insult. Got so wound up about it, ranting to Jimin while he was making dinner, that he burned his sauce a couple of nights ago. Is now on a talking while cooking ban. Jimin says Jeongguk can't be trusted to multitask. Jeongguk says Jimin is a little prick.
The day is lost to making plans; sketches drawn up on Jeongguk's ipad, discussions with Yoongi about how to go about getting liscences for the premises, and back and forth over what should be done with the top two floors.
The idea of Taehyung using the fourth floor as a studio is considered, but both of them know how much he adores his current place.Â
"Think he'd live there, if he could," Yoongi muses picking up a slice of napjak mandu with his chopsticks, dipping it into the tteokbokki sauce. They'd ordered from the place near his current workshop, and it makes him lament the idea of leaving it behind.Â
Perhaps he can keep them both. Use the smaller space as his own little sanctuary, and the third floor here as his public-facing premises. Might be a bit of a waste, but if he can afford the rent, then why not?
"Tell you what," Yoongi hums as he swallows down his food. "If you don't add something like this to the menu, I'm kicking you out."
"I'll put it on the secret menu," Jeongguk offers, knowing that it definitely won't be what he offers to punters. He makes a mean tteokbokki, but it doesn't fit the vision of what he wants for this place. "Well, what about Jimin? He could start up his own interior place, if he wants. He's got the money for it, and I know the office he's in at the moment has been stifling him. Lost out on, like, three big commissions in the last quarter because the boss went with some other prick's ideas. Jimin's wasted there."
Yoongi hums in agreement as he swallows down his food. "We could always get him to help out with the design of this place. I reckon he knows all the tricks for good energy."
Nodding, Jeongguk laughs. Picks up another rice cake and chows down on it as he adds, "Should have seen him when we moved into our current place. Man had a compass out to align a sofa with the right energy."
"Sounds about right," Yoongi grins, resting his chopsticks back down against the edge of the bowl. "Well, what about your missus, then? Would she want gallery space? Somewhere for curation?"
Jeongguk chokes on his rice cake, and it's not because of the spice.Â
"She's not my missusâ" he corrects, but then decides he doesn't want to "âat least, not yet. And she's got a big interview with The Ryu this week. I'm not sure opening her own gallery is on her agenda, but I can put the feelers outâand like⌠I don't know. Wouldn't it be a bit much? We spend so much time together, already. She'd get sick of me if I was working two floors below."
"Would you get sick of her?"
"Don't be stupid. No."
"Exactly," Yoongi says as if it's obviousâwhich, in all fairness, he thinks it is. "The pair of you are in a perpetual honeymoon phase."
Jeongguk shakes his head, as if he isn't beaming. "Shut up. Just got a good thing goingâand hey, you're hardly one to talk. How's Seoyeon?"
"Good, yeah," Yoongi nods, but doesn't divulge any further. As much as Jeongguk is dying to ask, he holds back. "She wants you all round for dinner soon, so expect an invite in the group chat."
"For any reason?" Jeongguk baits Yoongi, cause he just can't help himself.
Unlucky for him, Yoongi is as stoic as can be. "You know Seo. She loves any excuse for a dinner party. Has started making her own pasta and I think she wants tasters."
"B makes a mean pasta," Jeongguk says, because his thoughts so often wind back to you, and he just can't help himself. "I'm sure she'll be buzzing to try Seoyeons."
A sense of pride washes over Yoongi's features. "Gah, when did you grow up, Jeongguk? Practically married, aren't you?"
Dismissive in how he shakes his head, Jeongguk can't help but let a bashful smile grow on his face. The soft lights overhead glimmer down him, putting those stars Jeongguk adores so much right back in his eyes. He'll never get rid of you. Will eternally carry the evidence of how utterly smitten he is.
Should you ever leave him, Jeongguk thinks he'd simply die of a broken heart. Wouldn't know how to walk if it weren't in the direction of you. Would stumble and fall until he inevitably wound up back at your door like a wounded puppy.
So perahps Yoongi is right. Maybe it would make sense to offer you the spaceâbut you've got your own agenda. Your own dreams. Jeongguk can't just entrap you in his.
The thing is, once your shift is up, and you're heading to the restaurant premises to see Jeongguk, you can't help but feel like this is a dream come true for you.Â
His ambition and drive have rubbed off on you; encouraged you up a career path you once thought was overgrown with thorns and rubble. Has shown you that all you need is a little bit of elbow grease and a pair of secateurs to go after what you want.Â
It's dark by the time you arrive. Lights from the other establishments flood the streets, but the blinds are closed on the restaurant for a little privacy. A handwritten 'under new management' sign is taped to the front door in Jeongguk's signature penstroke. A little smiley face accents it; a show of how he feels, you presume.Â
Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you dial through to him, 'cause you've no idea how to get in, nor if he's even actually there. The building is just on the way home from the art cafe, and you'd left Jeongguk's place that morning to a very smiley boyfriend instead of his usual 'don't go' pout, so you figure he's spent all day busy with exciting plans.
"Sorry, not interested," Jeongguk's voice purrs through the speaker, as if you're some kind of cold-calling saleswoman with nothing half-decent to offer him.Â
"What if I told you I'm outside the restaurant and that I'm naked under my clothes?"
"Aren't we all naked under our clothes?"
"Just open the door," you grin down the phone as he comes into view through the glass doors.Â
He's got the kind of look on his face that you'd expect: pouty lips with heavy-lidded eyes. Softening ever so slightly when he notices the bunch of wildflowers poking out from the tote bag you've got hooked over your shoulder, his eyes are incapable of ever hiding his true feelings.Â
Mild confusion (Â did someone get you flowers?)Â dismissed with easy understandingâthey're from the stall he always buys you flowers from, so he knows you got them yourself.
It's very conflicting to adore you and to also want to fuck you into next Tuesday, but it garners you a gaze nobody else is ever lucky enough to receive from him. You cherish it. Think about it near-constantly whenever he's not by your side.
"You're a terrible saleswoman," he scolds so softly it feels like praise.
"And yet here you are, answering the door for me," you shrug with a knowing smile, sure that'd he take whatever you sold him. Would buy sand, water, air from you. Would let you swindle him.Â
"And yet here I am."
Hanging up, you mouth 'open it' through the door, and he does as he's toldâkind of.
Blocking the now half-open door, he childishly asks, "What's the password?"
"I love you?"
"Ew. Gross. Get a room. No."
"Fuck you.â
"Not the password either, but I'm more than willing."
"Ew. Gross," you imitate him, gagging a little for an extra immaturity. "Hmm⌠Byeol is the best?"
"Ddaeng."
"Jimin sucks?"
"Ddaeng⌠but I approve. Good guess."
"Gimme a hint."
"It's the name of the restaurant."
The confidence that comes with the restaurant being his now is nothing short of a miracle. He's so certain of everything these days, in a way he never was beforeâbut why shouldn't he? He got the girl. Got the dream. There's nothing he can't do. Statistically, he's two for two. A winner by all counts. A gold medalist in his very own Olympics.
"You've never told me what you want to name it!" You protest with a whine, thinking he's being entirely unfair.
It's not like you haven't asked a million times over. He's just been keeping it underwraps. Was scared that speaking it into existence would jinx it. Would refuse with a coy grin, and assurance that he'd reveal it soon enough.
Truth be told, Jeongguk's gone back and forth over names. It's probably changed ten times since he's known you, but then you said something at the fundraising auction, and everything sort of clicked into place.Â
A name was coined and it wouldn't stop embossing itself into Jeongguk's dreams; the branding, the signage, everything. A new vision of what he wanted spawned like lava onto a mountainside. You sparked a volcano he didn't even realise existed, and it's solidified into molten rock.Â
"I'll cut you a deal," you offer, knowing that you'll never get it and he'll never ease. Shrugging your shoulder to gesture towards the bag, you begin your enticement. "I've got cold beer and hot burgers from that place you like down the road. They're all yours in you let me inâif not, I'm going home and Danbi willâ"
"Say no more," Jeongguk pushes the door open and grabs your hand, pulling you into the vacant restaurant with him. The door clicks close behind you, and Jeongguk spins you around so that you're stood infront of him, facing the large room. Arms wrapping around your waist, Jeongguk rests his chin on your shoulder, gently pressing a kiss to your neck. "Welcome in."
It's a lot to take in all at once. The room stands empty, save for the camping chairs and table Yoongi and Jeongguk had coversed around earlier, Jeongguk's ipad resting on the table with a low battery warning on the dimly lit screen. There's paperwork scattered on the surfaceâold utilities letters that they were using to sort out the new billsâand a bag of trash tied up on the floor from their lunch.
"I don't smell burgers," Jeongguk mumbles against your neck.
"I was lying."
"You've no shame."
Turning your head, you let him raise his nose to yours, a feathery kiss greeting your lips.Â
Whenever your doe-eyed boy greets you like this, you always feel a bit like snow white; as if a dozen tiny creatures will flock to you and bestow their love upon you.
It'd be fruitless, mind you, for none of them could even come close to how deeply Jeongguk adores you. He'd sit in the corner, jealous and bratty as they fawned over you. Would hate not being the object of your affection. Would strop until your focus was back on him.
"I'll order some," you promise, but Jeongguk shakes his head.Â
"Won't be here much longer. We can pick some up on the way home."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, baby," he tenderly whispers, punctuating himself with a slightly firmer kiss, before pulling away from you. Walking into the middle of the room, he holds out his arms. Grins. "Welcome."
"It's a pleasure," you grin, freely stepping into the space now, looking around with awestruck eyes knowing that this is his . "Holy shit, Gguk."
"Yeah," he agrees with your sentiment. "Mad, innit?"
"Just a little."
When you think back to the Jeongguk you first metâthe one who spent hours upon hours studying for his exams, all the while working at the bar of an admittedly shitty clubâyou can't help but feel overwhelmed with pride. He worked himself to the bone for his dreams.Â
The space is large enough for Jeongguk to go wild with it. There's no end to his possibilities. He's got an arsenal of weapons in his back pocket in the form of his friendsâYoongi can fit the place out, Jimin can help with the design work, Taehyung can make a central art piece, and Namjoon can get it featured in the paper. Of course, he won't take advantage of his access to them, but knowing how willing his friends always are to help out, it's kind of like a no-brainer. He's got all the tools needed for success.
"And right here," he points up, standing in the middle of a square marked out with tape on the floor. It's large and in the centre of the roomâthe intended space for a central bar and banchan preparation spot, flipping the conventions of traditional barbecue places on their heads. Wants the food to quite literally be at the heart of the restaurant. "Is where the disco balls will be."
For a second, you think you miss-hear him, but the way his smiles grows when confronted with your confusion only proves you heard perfectly fine.
Sitting on one of the camping chairs Yoongi and Jeongguk had set up earlier, you've been watching him talk you through his vision for the place. It sounds incredibleâjust like him, but in restaurant version.Â
"Is that not a health and safety hazard?" You giggle, desperate to get up and stand with him, but feeling the need to maintain distance. He's having his moment. He doesn't need a shared stageâand yet here he is, announcing that the very embodiment of you will be centre stage for the foreseeable.Â
Jeongguk shrugs. "Haven't thought that far ahead. There's gonna be disco balls here whether they like it or not, though."
Realistically, if the health and safety inspectors tell him no disco balls, there'll be no disco ballsâbut he won't be happy about it. Will be pouty. You both know he's just being facetious, and that he'll comply with whatever is asked of him.Â
"It's my restaurant, baby," he reminds you, holding out his hands, cause he wants you closer. Naturally, you do ass requested, and join him in his square. His arm slips around your waist, a kiss firmly being pressed to your forehead before your chin leans on his chest. Looking up at him, it's a wonder that you're able to have conversations that last more than a single back and forth. A miracle, even. "I can do what I want."
There's something so incredibly sexy about this cocksure arrogance. He's not the same guy you met back in the confines of Dionysus, and while you adored him back then, you adore him even more now.
"You're sexy when you talk business," you hum, as his hand dip a little further south to squeeze your ass. "Home?"
He nods, a pretty smile hanging off his lips. "Mine or yours?"
"Yours is closer," you tell him, pulling away, linking your fingers with his as you do so, dragging him with you. Hooking your bag up over your shoulder, you're reminded of the flowers. "Ohâthese are for you, by the way."
Passing them over, you're not surprised by his confusion.
"For me?"
The bunch of wildflowers looked pretty big in your hands, but remarkably small in his. You have to make a considered effort to not groan.Â
"Mhmm," you nod with a sweet smile. "A congratulations."
Jeongguk's head pushes back a little into his neck, shoulders broadening as his smile forms. He quickly tilts his head to the side and then back again in the way he often does whenever his brain is processing something new.Â
"Never had flowers before."
"Nice, isn't it?" You grin, knowing that nothing beats fresh flowers when it comes to small pockets of expressed admiration.Â
With a bashful nod, Jeongguk feels like he should feel emasculated, but can't quite work out the way he actually does feel. All he knows is that he likes it. And that he wants to get home. And that he wants you in his bed. Naked, preferably.Â
His thoughts dart back and forth to the last time you were in his room. Gets him hot. Blushing.Â
Thankfully, you don't seem to noticeâor if you do, you don't mention it. Why would you? It's cute.Â
"What time is your interview tomorrow?" Jeongguk asks as he makes sure the door is locked behind you both.Â
"One in the afternoon," you reply with a certain nonchalance, as if you're unphased, which Jeongguk knows is absolute bullshit. "Hobes said he'll work my shift if I buy him a month's supply of Sprite, so I've got, like, 48 cans arriving tomorrow."
He would have done it for free, but he's a tough bargainer and you're just an easy sell when it comes to making the people you care about happy.
"His blood will turn into sprite," Jeongguk laughs, linking his hand with yours once more as you head down the road to the nearest subway entrance. "How are you feeling about it? We can practise interview questions later, if you like."
Shaking your head, you smile. "It'll just make me nervous, and at the moment, I'm pretty calm about things. Thank you, though."
"Well, if you change your mind," Jeongguk reinforces the offer, before you redirect the conversation and get him babbling about the restaurantâprojected timelines, contractors, suppliers. There's so much to do, and yet it doesn't feel overwhelming in the slightest. Not yet, at least.
With a pit stop at the burger place as promised, the journey home is effortless. Intrinsic by this point.Â
Shoes off by the door, Jimin is out for a company dinner, so it's just the pair of you.
"Has he spoken with you about Nabi, yet?" You ask as you grab some condiments from the kitchen, while Jeongguk fills a vase with water.
"God, no," Jeongguk laughs. "He used to tease me all the time about you, but now he can't even look me in the eyes 'cause he's worried I'll ask about it. Idiot."
"He used to tease you? About me?" You hum, a little smug at this little snippet of information.Â
"You know what he's like," Jeongguk reminds you, 'cause it's not like you've ever been spared from Jimin's teasing. "Doesn't know how to not be irritating. Character flaw. Think he was born that way."
Despite his annoying tendencies, Jimin is adored by pretty much everyone he meets. Jeongguk doesn't say such things to be mean, but rather because he views him like a sibling.Â
"If anyone knows how to handle him, it's Nabi," you muse, thinking back to Pohang. "He'd have driven me insane organising the Jilympics."
"Don't call it that," Jeongguk smiles at how ridiculous his best friend is. Delicately arranging the flowers, Jeongguk's sense of perfectionism comes out once more. "He's a little narcissist. He'll sense his ego being inflated from miles away, and then his head won't be able to fit through doors." Tweaking a yellow flower to move it more centrally, Jeongguk shakes his head. "And to think the first time you were in this apartmentâ"
"Shut up," you groan, not wanting to be reminded of it. "Everybody makes mistakes."
"Alright, Hannah Montana," Jeongguk teases you. "It's just kinda wild, isn't it? How everything has just worked itself out?"
"Don't," you say with a glint in your eye. "You'll jinx it."
Perhaps it's foolishânaive, evenâbut he doesn't think it's possible. Thinks that this is all set in stone. That your names have been etched on a cliffside somewhere, and that's where you'll remain forever more.Â
He forgets that cliffs erode. That the weather is unpredictable, and life even more so.Â
He's always been cautious. Reluctant of counting eggs.
But heâs hungry. Ravenous. The first at the dinner table, and the last to leave. Bites off more than he can chew. Chokes and splutters in the wake of it all, every single damn time.
Itâs a flaw heâll admit to having, but why canât vices be virtues? Why canât he be optimistic? Why shouldnât he hope for the best? He spent so long living in a perpetual state of fear, and it never did him any good. Wasnât until he started opening himself to the idea of things working out okay that they actually started heading in that direction.
âIâll do no such thing,â he assures you, reaching for a pan to start with his second course. Again, heâs hungry in all aspects of the word. Hasnât even had his burgers yet, but heâs a growing boy, or so heâd have you believe. Better to just get it cooked first, and save him the hassle of getting up again later. âYou want some?â
He nods towards the empty saucepan, but doesnât need to explain what heâs making. You know itâll be instant bibimyeon.
âA little,â you nod, knowing that this relationship is gonna be terrible for your waistline. Opening up his fridge, you pull a can of soda from the fridge. Jeongguk doesnât really ever buy soda, unlike you and your minor peach soda addiction, but take-out places always chuck a complimentary can of something in with your orders, so heâs got quite a stockpile now.
âYou want a beer or something instead?â He asks, as he begins to prepare the instant noodles in the most embellished way he possibly can. Spices, sauces, you name it, heâs always adding somethingâand itâs always delicious.Â
Cracking the can open, you set it down and swipe the camera of your phone up to snap a picture of him; to document him in his element. âNah, itâs okay. Want a clear head for tomorrow.â
Jeongguk smiles, hearing the synthetic shutter of your phone clicking. âObsessed.â
âSo?â You grin, immediately swiping across to open up Instagram and preserve the moment on your story. âYou love it.â
Though he doesnât reply, he does look in your direction with a smile that would only confirm your words.
Together, you fall into a casual rhythm, you perched up on a barstool while he cooks. Conversation darts from A to B, Y to Z. Thereâs no topic of conversation too obscure nor taboo for you to realm into the depths of, but thereâs also something comforting about how you can just natter about the weather, how he should get his hair cut, whatâs on at the cinema.Â
By the time heâs eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, youâre already in the shower. Itâll be an early night. Youâve both been working today, and both have important things to get done the next day.Â
Thereâs no objection from you as he taps on the door and asks to come in. You hadnât locked it deliberately. Jiminâs out, and even if heâd have come home, heâd have heard the shower goingâor Jeongguk would have told him. Thereâs no real worry there.
âBeen looking forward to this all day,â Jeongguk admits as he grabs his shirt by the nape of his neck, pulling it over his head in that boyish way he so often does. Neither of you really care about being nakedâitâs a daily occurrence at this pointâbut seeing him get undressed makes your heart feel all jelly-like and void of structure. The chambers melt, and so do you.Â
Itâs not just attraction, but affection. Acknowledgement that he doesnât mind being vulnerable with you. That the things humans do to renew themselves â eat, shower, sleep â are things he wants to do with you. He doesnât want to be full if youâre hungry, sleep while youâre starved of rest, nor wash away the traces of you. Renewal without you just doesnât make sense to him.Â
âMe too,â you quietly say as he joins you. The water pitter-patters down on you both, his hair wetting before laying flat against his forehead. When his deft hands push it away, it always falls back.Â
Instinctively, your arms wrap around his waist, his around your shoulders, the embrace akin to coming home.Â
âWe should both just quit our jobs and do this forever,â Jeongguk muses, almost sleepy in how he mumbles his words against the top of your head.Â
âSomeoneâs gotta pay the water bill,â you smile against his bare chest.
âThatâs why I live with Jimin,â Jeongguk replies, tone cheeky and warm.Â
The smile on your face sweetly settles into something a little more neutral as you outwardly consider your own living situation. âLease is up soon, yanno. Mine and Dans.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you nod, wet hair tangling over itself against his skin. He holds you just as tightly. âHavenât started looking for new places, yet.â
âIâve still got a few months left on mine,â Jeongguk says, pulling back to reposition the shower head. Just wants to hear you a little more clearly. âMy bed is basically yours anyways.â
It doesnât take a genius to work out what heâs insinuatingâbut it also doesnât take a genius to know that it wouldnât be the right thing for you both, yet.Â
Your eyes are soft as you shake your head. âIâve a whole apartment's worth of stuff, Gguk. I canât just move into your room. Need my own space.â
He frowns, reaching for the shampoo. âYou can. And Iâll even move my statues.â
âYou mean your action figures?â
âOh my god,â he groans, and then youâre giggling, and any negative thoughts Jeongguk could have about you saying ânoâ dissolve into nothingness, like water running down the drain. He passes you over the shampoo once heâs gotten himself some, and adds, âPeople pay good money for a collection like mine.â
âYou mean you spent a fuck ton of money on them?â
âWeâve all got our weaknesses,â he protests. âYouâve got so many clothes. I donât think Iâve ever been into your room when there hasnât been an avalanche of clothes on the chair, wardrobe and dressers bursting at seamsââ
âExactly,â You laugh. âNow imagine all of that in your room.â
He takes a second. Visualises it as he lathers up the foamy shampoo in his hair and almost hisses. âYeah. Youâre right. I take it back. Get your own place.â
Rolling your eyes, you flick a little water in his direction, as if it makes a difference.Â
He grins, teeth on show, lip ring doing the thing that just makes you melt.Â
âSee,â you grin right back. âIâm always right.â
The rest of your shower is littered with dumb conversations and stolen kisses between shampoo rinses. In fact, itâs how the rest of the evening continues. Some dumb action film plays on the tv, and then Jeongguk finds a dumb youtube quiz, and you giggle into the early hours over some other dumb shit. Dumb, dumb, dumb and oh so totally in love.Â
The apartment issue lingers in the back of Jeonggukâs mind, though, and questions dance on the tip of his tongue. He tries to brush them away, but the mint of his toothpaste isnât enough to erase them. They taste sour, and he knows the only way to rid the sensation is to speak them into existence.
Gone midnight, the city is still alive. His curtains are open, because youâve started to get used to the way he likes to sleep, and find it far easier to wake up early when the sun is giving you a warm welcome to the day. Funny, how things change. How willing he was to change his habits for you, and how seamlessly yours have changed to fit him. Youâre better for knowing one another, or so it feels.Â
The light pollution gives his bedroom a soft glow, and with every change of advertisement on the billboards across the street, the hue changes. Like his own personal mood lamp, itâs become a staple of his home. Itâs blue, now, and so is he when he considers the fact that you havenât yet reached the stage of sharing a home.
Your arm is looped over his waist, âcause heâd decided that the role of the little spoon would be going to him. Fingers interlocked with yours, he has no interest in ever letting go.Â
âB?â
âMhmm?â
âIs Dan definitely moving in with Tae?â
âThink so.â
Jeongguk doesnât immediately reply, but you leave space open for him. A question like that didnât come out of the blue. Itâs something heâs been ruminating on, no doubt.
When he finally does speak, the weight of his soft, if not somewhat pouty, words crush down on your chest in a way that you canât quite explain. Hell, in a way you donât want to explain, because it would mean admitting that a man has such power over you (even if said man is Jeon Jeongguk).
âTheyâve always been one step ahead of us,â he laments.
And then he leaves silence for you. Knows that you always have a response of some kind that will settle his woes. Feels guilty that youâre always cleaning up the messes of his loose lips, but would be a liar if he said he didnât crave the sweet nothings you soothe him with.
âTheyâre on an entirely different path, baby,â you gently press a kiss into his shoulder. Heâs so warm and powder-fresh from his shower that you canât help but want to cling to him like a koala bear. Most importantly, though, you donât want him to move away. Space to talk is fine, but physical space? God, no. âThere's no use comparing.â
But Jeongguk is a glutton for punishment. Will continue making himself feel small for the sake of his perceived flaws.
âLoved you before Taehyung even knew who Danbi was,â Jeongguk pouts, âcause heâs in his head again, going round in circles when he really neednât be. You know he does this, though. It doesnât surprise nor concern you. If anything, it reassures you, because his willingness to share these thoughts just signposts how far youâve both come. He used to stew and sour over things like this. Now, he shares his burdens âBut theyâre doing all these big milestones first. They were a couple, went on vacation, and now moving in together. All before us.â
âItâs not a competition,â you sweetly laugh. âTheir relationship couldnât be more different to ours. Plus I hardly consider a weekend in Jeju a big vacationâwe can literally do that this weekend, if you want.â
Youâre not sure why youâve never been away together. Busan is always lovely, but itâs a short drive, and is somewhere Jeongguk still considers to be home. Itâs not a holiday. Perhaps you should rectify that. It's better spoken about during the daylight hours, but always a little nicer to dream at night. Make silly, fantastical plans that you could always turn into reality, if you really wanted.Â
âGguk,â you softly continue. âAs much as I love them both, weâre literally so different from them. Our relationship was never gonna be like theirs.â
âYou think?â
âMhmm,â you nod, lips brushing against the bare skin of his shoulder. âWell, I mean, he lets her peg him for startersââ
Jeongguk turns so quickly itâs a miracle he doesnât fall out of bed. Even in the darkness of his room at night, the open curtains mean his shock is easy to make out. âDoes he actually?!â
Giggling, you roll onto your back, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. Truth is, youâve no idea. Just said it to be a dick.Â
âProbably,â you say, admitting that you donât know. You just knew it would cause a reaction. Ease the tension, somewhat. âHeâs like, obsessed with her. Would let her do anything she wants.â
Sinking back down into the sheets with you, Jeongguk wraps his arm over your body now. Pulls you close. Presses a kiss to your neck, and says, âYou lost the bet, yâknow? Canât even go 24 hours without thinking about fucking my ass, can you?â
It sounds like a complaint, but the way his lips seem unable to stop pressing wet kisses against your throat would prove otherwise. Your hand tangles in his hair, scratching his scalp in approval.Â
âCute that you think I havenât been thinking about it all day,â you tease, biting back the small murmur of a moan thatâs just begging to escape from his touch.Â
You often have thoughts about him throughout the day, both pure and impure. Itâs not like you mean toâitâs just that thereâs something about Jeongguk that is impossible to forget. Like a class-A drug, you linger from high to high, using thoughts about him to sustain your comedown until you can see him again.Â
He is your boyfriend, though. Would be weirder if you werenât a little obsessed.
âLiar,â he scolds. âI picked your clothes up after our shower. Your underwear were dry.â
âYou were inspecting my underwear? Freak,â you tease, because quite honestly the idea of him studying your underwear in the hopes of finding arousal is kinda hot, even if a little perverted. âAnd maybe itâs because you donât get me excited.â
Rolling his eyes, Jeongguk ignores your insult. Instead, his hand creeps down the mound of your pussy, pausing before he sinks his fingers between your thighs. âSo youâll be dry right now, then?â
âIâll be just like the Gobi,â you assure him with that tone of defiance he's grown to adore. âTry me.â
You donât know why youâre offering yourself up like this, âcause you know itâs only gonna end up one way.
âYouâre such a fuckinâ liar,â he smirksâand then is proven correct as his fingers slide between your slick folds with ease. A gasp escapes from your lips as he casually brushes past your clit, paying it no attention whatsoever. âAnd even if you werenât, thereâs like, five bigger deserts than the Gobi. Sounds like itâs a pretty easy drought to rectifyâbut fuckinâ hell, B. My pretty girl and her filthy mouth. Full of lies, isnât it? Youâre fuckinâ soaked.â
âNo,â you purr, hips languidly rolling to intensify the sensation heâs facilitating. After all, heâs right. Thereâs nothing dry about the situation between your legs. âNever told a lie in my life.â
His teeth nip at your neck as his body presses up against your side, the thick ridge of his cock letting you know that you most certainly get him excited.Â
âYouâre so full of shit, B,â he quietly says, lips from a pretty little kiss against the edge of your jaw. âTold so many lies, havenât you, hm? Like when you used to tell people we were just friends?â
The desperate sigh that escapes your mouth only fuels him on even more.
âYou remember the first time I touched you like this, huh?â He husks against your ear. âThose pretty eyes of yours watching us in the mirror. You can see us now, canât you?â
Nudging his head against yours, he encourages you to look in the direction of his mirror. You always sleep on the side of the bed closest to it, but you rarely pay it any attention these days. The pair of you are obscuredâbed sheets and shadows hiding what heâs doing to youâbut the eroticism is just as potent as it always was.
âGguk,â you rasp, back arching when he strokes against your clit just right.
Restraint is something that you wish you had been gifted with, but alasâyou are just a girl, and he is just the sexiest man youâve ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with. Of course you melt with every little thing he does.
âWhat is it, baby?â His index finger pushes into the seeping entrance of your cunt, just once, twice, to really get you moaning. âYou like it when your boyfriend touches you?â
Something about Jeongguk referring to himself like that always gets you hot, but itâs partially because of the way he almost growls when he does it. You know itâs a turn-on for him. Know that his cock is throbbing. Know he loves calling himself yours.
Tugging on his arm, you encourage him to move on top of you. Itâs late, and you should both be getting a good night's rest, but whatever. In half an hour, youâll both be away with the fairies. If anything, this will help you fall asleep quicker.
âThought you wanted an early night?â he husks against your lips, finishing his question with a kiss that lasts far longer than any words spoken. His firm lips part yours as your legs wrap around his hips as they grind up against yours.
âAnd I thought you said whoever speaks about fucking your ass next loses?â You smile against his lips, knowing that he definitely must have a twisted idea of what punishment is. âHow is this losing?â
âWe never set out terms,â he reminds you, unable to stop himself from kissing you between sentences. âBut maybe it's not about losing. Maybe itâs about winning.â
âOkay?â You entertain his flirt, giggling between those kisses he just canât seem to stop giving you. âSo what are you winning?â
He pretends to give it thoughtful consideration. Squints his eyes and looks away as if contemplating one of life's great questions. Why are we here? What is the point of life? How do I want my girlfriend to make me cum tonight?
Jeongguk presses a kiss to your neck, nose nudging against your skin. Heâs feline-like. Purry. Pathetic. Just how you like him.
âYou havenât sucked me off in a while,â he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe. Your hand laces in his hair, a soft moan humming from your lips. Thereâs a softness to the slow movements of your bodies. A comfort. A desperation. Unadulterated devotion. âSo maybe that?â
You laugh at his shamelessness. Press a kiss to his temple, still scratching at his scalp. âI gave you a blowjob, like, two days ago, baby.â
âI know,â he whines like a wounded puppy, all docile and dejected. âItâs been so long I might die.â
âHmm?â You hum in response, pushing on his waist ever so slightly until he gets the message to roll onto his back. He does as he's told, because he really is just a puppy dog beneath it all. Well-trained and desperate for a treat.
Following the movements of his body, you naturally ease into position on top of him. Legs straddled either side of his waist, you raise yourself up into a seated position, earning you a grunt of approval from Jeongguk.Â
The way his hands immediately reach up to play with your chest is curious, considering he still plays himself off as an ass guy. Strong with his movements, he grips the softness of your tits, his hips gently pulsing up against you.
âThese might help prolong my life expectancy,â he says. âBest stress balls known to man.â
He seems quite content like this. Eyes closed, a smile hangs off his lips like heâs in a serene state of bliss. You cock your brow, unable to fight a smile, too.Â
âDid you just call my tits⌠balls?â
One of his eyes cracks open. âNo?â
âYou definitely did.â
âDidnât.â
âDidââ
âByeol,â he reprimands your diversion of the topic. âCâmon. Business, baby.â
âIs that all I am to you, huh?â You say, reaching for his wrist so that you can pull your hairband from it. He lets you do so and looks on with salacious curiosity as you begin to tie your hair up in a ponytail. âJust a transaction?â
âMhmm,â he nods, his own hair tangling against his pillow as he does so. âA bird for a bird, remember?â
âAre we not past the point of the birds?â
âWell, yeah,â he says as if itâs totally obvious. âThought we were gonna do a plane?â
Jeonggukâs reference back to the paper planes that he crafted in your bedroom makes your heart seize. You know what he means by that. Knows that itâs permission, in a way. That he wants what you want, even if he doesnât outwardly say it.
âAre we?â
âWell weâre not gonna do anything if you keep up with the small talk,â he fondly teases you, pulling you back down so your chest is against his. One of his hands wraps itself in your ponytail and tugs ever so gently. A soft moan escapes your lips, much to his enjoyment. âI like your hair like this.â
In all honesty, he just likes being able to pull on it. Loves your hair no matter how itâs done.Â
âYouâll like it even more in a few minutes.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw before you embark on your journey south.Â
Itâs intrinsic, how you work his body. A routine so well learned itâs not even given a second thought anymore. You know how to make him tick. The way he groans when you press pretty kisses down his collarbones and the way his hips roll when you drag the pink of your tongue over his pebbled nipples.
His hand clutches in your hair, keeping you in that position, encouraging you to pay a little extra attention to his nipples for a change. Itâs not often that he wants too much focus on his chest, but heâs so turned on that even the slightest touch is making him go feral.Â
âShit,â he hisses when your teeth gently press down around his nipple before you suck it ever so gently. âYouâre so fuckinâ good at that.â
Heâs never cared for it before. In all honestly, he actively didnât like it when previous partners did it. Thereâs something about you that subverts all his desires. Youâve changed him. Altered his understanding of his body. Opened him up to so much more than heâd ever considered before.
Still, youâve got an agenda, and unfortunately for him, it doesnât involve his chest. He lets you move down, one hand lazily hanging by your head, the other resting over his chest. His thumb strokes over his pebbled nipple, still wet from your tongue, the pleasure of your touch sending him into a state of ecstasy.
Your body shuffles down, and you both reposition yourselves. No longer are you straddling, but rather youâre between his legs. His thighs are dappled in kisses from you, before your palms rest flat to his inner thighs, spreading him just right.
Alternating between slow kisses and languid drags of your tongue, you teeter ever so close to his thick, solid cock, but never quite touch it. Every time you get close, he whines, cock twitching.
Thereâs a satisfaction to be found in the way his body responds to your touch. His desperation is painful. Visceral. All he wants is you.Â
And because you canât bear to see him in pain (whether or not because heâs so turned on he might just die), you concede. Give him what he wants.Â
Hands on his thighs, you let a little spit pool on your tongue before slowly dragging the tip of your tongue up his shaft.
âFucking hell,â he curses, writhing from the contact.
You smile, and the lightness of your breath against the wet streak of your tongue makes him shiver.Â
The tip of his cock is already leaky with precum, his eagerness to be inside you so pathetically obvious. You avoid it, instead opting to repeat your previous moves. Slowly, you lick up his fat length, tongue flat as can be. You want him to feel as much of you as he can. Want him whiningâ begging âfor your pussy.
If the precum seeping from his tip is a sign of desperation, then heaven only knows what the fuckinâ mess between your legs is. Every stroke of your tongue against him only serves to make you want him just as badly as he wants you.
Your hand reaches to wrap around his shaft, gently stroking his foreskin. Your tongue flicks against the base of his tip, right where you know heâs the most sensitive.Â
Itâs no surprise when his grip on your ponytail tightens.Â
But it is a surprise when he lets go.Â
âHm?â You chirp, looking up, just to make sure heâs all good.
He isâhe just isnât looking at you to confirm it. Instead, his upper body twists ever so slightly as he reaches for his bedside drawer.Â
You know itâs got a host of indecent artifactsâhis sex toys, condoms, polaroids of you that are for his eyes onlyâbut donât give it much thought. Figure maybe heâs after a condom to make himself last longer, until you feel him tapping at your shoulder with the side of a small plastic bottle.Â
He doesnât say anything.Â
Not immediately, at least.Â
What he wants is something he canât really bring himself to ask for. Hopes that youâll work it out for yourself.Â
As you take the bottle from him, a small chirp echoes from your throat, as if youâre asking for clarification. Again, Jeongguk hopes youâll work it out. That he wonât have to shamelessly tell you what he desperately wants, cock twitching and leaking precum on his stomach.
The way you pause as you study the bottle, trying to read the text in the dim light of Jeonggukâs room, only adds to his apprehensionâuntil he hears a soft smile exhaling from your lips when you realise exactly what it is: lube .
Never usually required, thanks to the fact Jeongguk makes you resemble a waterfall from just a look in your direction, you know the lube isnât for you. Itâs for him.Â
And given the state of conversations around sex over the past week or so, you know what heâs asking for.
After all, heâs the one who wrote that damn airplane in the first place. Told you straight up that he liked ass play way back in the days of the sticky notes (some of which remain on his wall, yet to be conquered).
His drawer only really has his things in it, though. Youâve not got any of your toys at his place. This is a preliminary. A follow-up, almost, to the night spent in the Minâs garden, doing things that probably scared a few dozen nocturnal animals.
âYeah?â You encourage, lips pressing to his upper thigh. His body adjusts ever so slightly, as if heâs shy. Your hand wraps around his shaft, slowly rolling his foreskin up and down his length in just the right way to get his hands gripping his sheets.Â
âDonât wanna talk about it,â he rasps through the pleasure of having you touch him. âJust want you to do it.â
âTalk about what?â You tease, âcause thereâs no way heâll actually enjoy what heâs asking for if he keeps being this uptight about it all. Relaxation is key.
âB,â he groans, this time out of frustrationâand so you know you need to be the one to take the lead.
It just doesnât feel right to take the lead, knowing heâs a little bit tense. Youâve always been so clear and consistent with each other when it comes to consent, and while you know what he wants, you wanna hear him say it first.Â
So you leave the bottle of lube next to his thigh and clamber up his body. Legs straddling his waist, youâre pleased that his hands come to stroke your thighs without a second thought. Conversely, your hands softly hold his cheeks, bringing him in for half a dozen pretty little kisses.
âWords are important. Iâm not gonna be crude about it,â you tell him, âcause it makes a change to the way you joke around with one another. âI just love you, and I want to make you feel good.â
Jeongguks nose nudges back up against yours, as if to plead for more kisses (of which you give him, willingly).
âI love you more,â he argues into your lips, earning a giggle from you that somehow melts all of his worries away.Â
âChess is always an option,â you remind him, but he shakes his head.
âJust⌠Fucking hell,â he groans as if itâs some sort of laborious task he really canât be bothered to see through, which couldnât be further from the truth. Heâs just embarrassed. Itâs all rather cute. Or at least it is until he continues. âJust finger my ass.âÂ
He bashfully half whimpers, half laughs, and then adds a pouty, âPlease.â
A smile sinks into your lips, and the way he seems almost shy makes your tummy feel all funny. Heâs disastrously cute like this.Â
âIâll make you feel so good,â you promise, lips brushing against his ear.
He nods. Knows you will. Lets his hands stroke up and down your back, bringing them around to cup your boobs. Squeezes. Smiles. Canât resist himself when he questions, âYeah?â
âMhmm,â You nod, pulling back to sit upright just for his viewing pleasure. His hands are still holding your tits, gently caressing. Heâll never not love the sight of this. Of you. Of the way you respond to his touch.Â
âCâmere,â he grunts, pulling you back down, âcause he canât let you go just yet. Your hands grip onto his bedframe as his lips eagerly latch onto one of your nipples. One of your hands drops to tangle in his smooth hair, a pretty little moan escaping your lips.
He takes it as a sign heâs doing something right. Switches up his sucking motion to flick his tongue against your hardened bud. Get you moaning all over again, the position of your legs spread over his waist, letting him know just how pleased you are to have him like this.
And while Jeongguk might have been asking you for favours, all he can think about is returning them.
Tapping on your ass, heâs a little breathless as he lets go of his latch on your nipple, and husks, âUp, baby. On my face. You before me.â
âHm?â you languidly humânot because you donât know what he means, but because it goes against what he was asking for just minutes earlier.
Still, Jeongguk doesnât care to explain his thought process (mainly because he doesnât have one (he just likes having you in his mouth in any and all capacities)). Instead, he just continues tapping your ass until you get the message.
âYouâre so impatient,â you lightly scold him while you do as he requests, but barely have time to position yourself before his arms are hooking over your legs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. âOh fuck.â
He wastes no time suctioning his lips around your clit. He doesnât care to be quiet about it. Eats you like itâs his last fuckinâ supper. Laps up against you.Â
Itâs not just his tongue, though. Itâs like he wants his whole fuckinâ face in your cunt. His nose rubs up against your clit, while his tongue greedily licks your entrance. Thereâs no such thing as perfect, but the way heâs proportioned is as close as it gets, you think. Your hips grind, a hand tangled in his hair, the way you both move entirely primal.Â
Hands squeezing at your ass, he encourages your movements. Wants you all over his face. Loves nothing more than being coated in you.Â
His tongue begins to focus now, though. He positions himself just right. Flicks against your clit at such a speed itâs hard to comprehendâand then heâs moaning. Vibrating against you. Delivering a sensation that could never be replicated.
âIâm close,â you rasp. Whine. Moan. âDonât wanna cum. Not yet.â
And while he wants you to, Jeongguk knows why. Knows you wanna fuck him. Knows you wanna cum around his cock instead of on his face. Multiple orgasms have never been an issue, but it is late. You do need a somewhat early night.Â
He nods, easing up his tongue, slowly sucking on your clit. The movements of his head as he sucks only serve to make you feel like you might cum regardless, so you shakily (and regretfully) pull away.Â
When you reposition yourself, he pulls you against his lips for the messiest, most obscene kiss possible. Itâs all tongue, and little else. The taste of your cunt. The sweetness of his whines. The filth of how much he loves sinning with you.Â
There's nobody else he could be like this with. Only you. Only ever you.
Straddled over his hips, you grind gently, his thick cock perfectly snug between your lips. Wet and swollen, they feel like silk against him. Jeongguk knows, given the chance, that heâd be able to cum like this. Easy.
Thatâs not what he wants, though, so you retrace your steps. Sink back down. Donât fuck around this time. Instead, you take him in your mouth without hesitation. Return the favour heâs just bestowed upon you.
Head bobbing up and down his fat length, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Pulling back, you spit against him, using your hand to spread it, gaining momentum. Loose with your grip, you focus on the tip of his sensitive cock, jerking him until heâs whining. Whimpering.
And then, you let your tongue stroke against his balls.Â
âOh, fuck,â he whines, his hips pulsing beneath you.
Itâs all the approval you need for your hand to get a little tighter, and for your lips to take one of his balls in your mouth. Itâs a sensation Jeongguk fuckinâ loves, if done rightâand of course, you know how to do it perfectly for him.Â
You take his ecstasy as a chance to move things along. Know heâs feeling good. Know he wants more.Â
Pulling back, you sit on your heels. Neither of you speak, but Jeongguk does slowly nod when he sees you reaching for the bottle of lube next to his body. Trepidation hangs in the air. This territory is uncharted, and itâs been a little while since you last ventured so far southâbut youâve got a roadmap. Know the way. Even if you didnât, you like to think intuition would guide you, regardless.
Warming it a little bit in your hands, youâre slow. Cautious. Careful, knowing that heâs probably feeling a little more vulnerable than usual.
Hands slick with the gel, you wrap a palm around his shaft. Ease him into the feeling. Itâs not like itâs a new sensation, but the pair of you rarely ever use lube. Youâre always wet enough. He nods. Lets his eyes close as your other hand gently massages against his balls.
A little further south, you venture. Heâs not a stranger to your tongue against his taint, but your fingers are less frequent. He's not as well acquainted with the sensation, but he likes it. Legs spreading a little further, Jeongguk makes himself available for you.Â
Smiling at just how cute he looks, youâre a curious mix of enamoured and outrageously turned on. Just like nobody could ever make him feel the way you do, nobody could ever make you feel the way he does.Â
âYouâre so hot,â you tell him, gently wanking his cock as two of your fingers stroke up and down his taint. You apply a little more pressure. Replace his bashful smile with a wanting gasp.
Slick with lube, you let your middle finger go lower. Slowly, you press against his rim. Watch him closely as his brows furrow. Thereâs that look of desperation once more, and the assurance that yes, he wants this. Wants you.Â
You count in your head. 1, 2, 3⌠make sure he doesnât stop moving his hips. If anything, heâs edging himself down. Encouraging you to apply more pressure.Â
And so you do. Slowly, eyes trained on his pretty, pathetic face, you push your middle finger against his tight hole, until the muscle eases.
âFuck,â he whimpers, the penetration of a single finger overwhelmingly pleasurable for him. His eyes flicker open, landing on yours as your finger begins to curl ever so gently. Just a little. Just enough.
Chest heaving, Jeongguk looks beautiful in a way thatâs hard to put into wordsâand when you slowly pull out, he looks ruined in a way thatâs also hard to comprehend.
His lips hang slack, chest heaving as his eyes burn into you like the heat of a thousand stars. Face dewy with sweat, hair sticks to his forehead, the storminess of his gaze quickly triggers a whirlpool within your stomach. Thereâs a neediness to him as he swallows back a breath, lips coming together so that he can lick them, before his pout forms that pretty little o-shape once more.
Breathless as he speaks, Jeongguk rasps, âAgain.â
The corner of your lips twitch into a smirk. âYeah, babe?â
âYeah,â he pathetically nods, fucked out but somehow still painfully desperate for more. Of course he is, though. Itâs you. No one gets him like this. No one ever will. His brows furrow together, his tongue flicking against the silver hoops in the corner of his mouth, as his eyes drop to his pathetically weeping cock. Heâs so hard. So keen. So needyâand what he needs right now is you. âPlease, B. More.â
You tease against his entrance, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. Itâs like a reward, to hear him like this. As if youâve done something truly remarkable.
Your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, adding to the electricity surging through him. He reaches down. Wraps his hand around yours. Encourages you. Wants more. Needs more. And so you give him more.
Finger pushing into his tight entrance, youâre slow. Painfully so, though you arenât causing any actual pain. Jeongguk just wants you to hit that spot.Â
âYeah?â You check in.
Breathless, nodding his head even though his eyes are closed, he says, âYeah.â
Your finger curls. Strokes. Searches. Finds.
And Jeongguk moans in a way you donât think youâve ever heard before. Itâs a whimper, almost. A plea. Or rather, a confession, maybe.
Your hands work in tandem, your finger stroking right against the spot that makes him whine, while your other hand strokes him in tempo. Heâs stimulated in a way he isnât used to. In a way he never really thought was possible.Â
Thereâs a vulnerability that comes with penetration. Far easier to fuck someone than it is to get fucked.
When he looks down towards you, it's like looking through a telescope; galaxies in his big brown eyes. Wide and wanting, he'll give you all the stars in his eyes, no questions asked, no fee charged.
Itâs when your head dips to press wet kisses against his taint that his whines really begin to get desperate. Has always loved your mouth. Loves it when it does things it shouldnât.Â
A girl like you shouldnât have your nose pressed to a ballsack or her tongue mere millimetres away from an asshole, but the way you focus on delivering him pleasure would suggest otherwise. Youâre made for this. Made for him.Â
Itâs when you whine, though, obsessed with his body's response to you, that he really begins to get twitchy. His hips pulse ever so gently, encouraging the movements of both hands.
âYeah?â you breathlessly whisper, smirking at how a man so strong is just absolute putty in your hands. âYou fucking yourself with my hands, huh?â
Jeongguk is beyond the point of pride. Has no need for dignity. Just wants to feel good.
âYeah,â he admits between desperate breaths. âGonna make me cum so fuckinâ hard.âÂ
Everything is moving in the same chaotic rhythm: his chest, his beating heart, his pulsing hips. Jeonggukâs cock is twitching, the sensation of you massaging his prostate taking him closer and closer to the point of release. He isnât gonna last, and you don't want him to.Â
Your hand grips even tighter around the base of his cock, the stimulation impossible to fight against. Thereâs only so much he can take.
âB,â he whines. âOh, fuck.â
âCum for me,â you tell him, not even caring for your lost orgasm from earlier. He can make it up to you later. You keep the pace of your finger consistent, but wank him off faster. He whimpers and he writhes, but he doesnât ease up. âCâmon, baby. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah?â
If thereâs one thing that drives him wild, itâs when you call him sweet little names.Â
âPlease, baby,â you beg, because you know just the right buttons to press. His hands grip his bed sheets, eyes struggling to stay open. Heâs seconds away from death, or so it feels. A little death, at least. His legs begin to twitch. The onslaught of what is about to happen is unmistakable. âThatâs it, baby,â you coo. âShow me how good it feels.â
âB,â he tries to speak, but canât. All he can do it succumb to the pleasure. Whine. Mewl. Moan.
And then itâs happening; the evidence of how fucking good you are for him painting his abdomen. His cock is pathetic as it spurts ropes of thick, hot cum onto his belly. White and wet, itâs never-ending. He cums and he cums; gasps and gasps.Â
Itâs not until he begins to twitch, chest heaving, cock spent, that you withdraw from him. Immediately, you gently begin to trail your tongue across his hard abs, cleaning up the evidence of how much he likes having you in his ass. You're keeping his secrets. Promising you'll never tell a soul.
âShit,â he curses, all breathless and fucked out, one arm over his chest, while his other hand reaches down to stroke the side of your head. âFuck.â
Giggling now, you clamber up to join him, and Jeongguk cares not for the fact your cum is still on your tongue. In fact, he deliberately stokes his against yours, swapping the evidence of his pleasure between you both. Moaning into your lips, heâs spent in a way he never has been before.Â
âGod, I love you,â he whines into your mouth. Gets needy all over again. âYou know that, huh? You know how much I love you?â
With a bashful nod, you find yourself giggling. âYou know I know.â
âGood,â he nods, pulling away to face the ceiling, eyes closed, trying to get a little breath back. You snuggle into him, all rather sweetly considering what youâve just done. ââCause I do. And I mean it. Youâre literally, like, the love of my life.â
âWho knew all it would take was a little ass play to get your saying such soppy shit,â you tease him, pressing a kiss against his chest. âShould have done this months ago.â
He laughs now, too. âJust cause I didnât say it back then doesnât mean I didnât think it.â
The pair of you descend into a comfortable warmth, giggling and joking, until you get up to wash yourself up a little. Jeongguk protests. Says he needs to return the favourâbut ultimately agrees to wait until the morning.Â
âNeed to sleep at some point, babe,â you tell him as you both meander to the bathroom. Jeongguk makes a mental note to get a place with an en-suite when he moves out. In a pair of boxers, he watches you fondly as you wash your hands in the bathroom sink, all love drunk and bleary-eyed.
Youâre in one of his shirts, and it drapes over your body in a way that it would never drape over him. He likes it better on you. In fact, he likes most things in his life better with the addition of you. Thinks life would be impossible, if he were ever to lose you.Â
âI think Iâd die, yanno,â he mindlessly says, watching you plait your hair to stop it from tangling in the night. âIf we ever broke up or werenât together, Iâd think Iâd just die.â
You laugh, because itâs absurd. Both the concept of dying of a broken heart, and the idea that you would ever break up.Â
âDonât speak it into existence, then,â you tease. âItâs a full moon, Gguk. Canât be manifesting things like that on a night like this.â
âIâm not,â he assures you, because if anything, heâs trying to do the opposite. Not once does he think to tell you that the full moon has nothing to do with it, or some other belittling remark about believing in the stars, like you know most guys would. Why would he though? A star is the closest thing he knows to religion, and heâs looking at it right now.
âWell, good,â you hum, turning to face him, hair now secure. âLet's just agree to not break up, and that way you wonât die.â
âSounds good,â he sleepily smiles, tugging on your hand, guiding you back to his bedroom.Â
Itâs a ridiculous conversation for a ridiculous concept.Â
Or at least, in the warmth of lust-drunk night, it is.
In the cold light of day, stark and sterile, everything has the potential to change.Â
After all, bad decisions are your forte, are they not?
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Fool's Gold || Part II
Summary: Sweet Y/N, with her fluffy pastel dresses, soft makeup, and ditzy mannerisms. Sheâs seen as a fool in a world where there is no place for such things, but little do they know, the only fools are them.
Pairing: mafia leader!Jungkook x mafia leader's daughter!reader
Genre: mafia au, arranged marriage au
Word Count: 10.2k
Warnings: most warnings associated with mafia fics (e.g. gun/physical violence, blood, dead bodies, etc), very vague indication of past sexual assault, additional warnings might be added as the story progresses
A/N: thank you guys so much for all the love you gave the first part, it means so much to me 𼺠Hope you enjoy this chapter too (Y/N and Jungkook bicker for like half of it đ)
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It was supposed to be simple.Â
You kill Jungkook, breaking up the alliance between the Lees and the Jeons, blame his murder on a rival mafia, and then be on your merry way back to your fatherâs home before you could be caught up in the chaos youâd have started. Sure it hadnât been the most complex of plans youâve come up with, you hardly had the time to map out a plan like that anyway, but sometimes simple was all one needed.Â
Unfortunately, this had clearly not been one of those times.Â
The problem was Jungkook. Your first husband had been an idiot and completely fooled by your featherbrained facade, so much so that even after youâd stolen the gun from his waistband and shot him twice in the chest heâd stared at you like youâd grown two heads. He just couldnât comprehend the fact that a seemingly frivolous girl could have the courage to pull the trigger. Even after what heâd tried to do to you. After he almost-
You felt a shudder sweep across your spine.
But Jungkook was different. He had been assessing you the second you appeared before him during the wedding ceremony and, even though he had seemed to take in your carefully crafted performance, his gaze still refused to complete its assessment. At first you thought it was just lust -most men in the mafia couldnât seem to be rid of that tenacious emotion- however, the lack of sexual initiation on his part despite being alone together in his room made you realise that perhaps Jungkook was a lot less like the mafia leaders you had grown up with than you realised.Â
For one, he was scarily observant, and it was this skill that had ultimately led to the downfall of your assassination attempt.Â
A huff escaped your lips at the thought, your hands continuing to expertly manoeuvre two pins inside the lock of the door you were currently crouched in front of. You had stayed sat on Jungkookâs bed the entire night, too wary to even attempt sleeping in the bedroom that was entirely unfamiliar to you. You half expected Jungkook to sneak into the room while you were out cold and enact a fitting revenge; youâd be unable to even blame him, youâd tried to kill the man after all. But Jungkook hadnât left the mystery room all night, only emerging once the clock had struck 7 in the morning to wordlessly grab a black coat from the top of his dresser and disappear behind the front door with nothing but a single, hasty glance in your direction.Â
Your brow had raised as you watched him get into his black car and drive off through the window, wondering how he could just leave you unattended in his home after the threat you had dropped near the end of your conversation earlier. Sure he probably had people monitoring his house at all times, but there was still a lot you could get done in front of people that wouldnât suspect the girl with fluffy dresses and doe eyes to be much of a threat.Â
Luckily for him though, you were beyond tired, and that meant that his absence was just a window of opportunity to get some actual rest without the constant fear of his retaliation keeping you awake. So following a long yawn, you had naturally felt yourself drift towards the bed, eyeing the soft duvet and fluffy pillows sleepily. But then, before you could lose yourself to the comfort of his mattress, your curious gaze had slowly wandered to the door Jungkook had disappeared behind last night and, next thing you knew, you were crouched in front of its gold lock and jabbing two pins into its keyhole.Â
Your focus snapped back to the door before you as a familiar click sounded from the lock, causing it to swing open just a few centimetres. You pocketed the two pins, muttering a small âfinally...â while your fingers wrapped around the gold handle. But before you could push it open, the muffled sound of an object dropping suddenly startled you. You whirled around, eyes immediately scanning the bedroom with intense precision as your hand grabbed the closest thing to you: a vase. Had someone managed to get into the room without you knowing? Perhaps you werenât as observant as Jungkook seemed to be, but youâve never been so absentminded that you couldâve been this caught off guard-
âOh my god,â you gasped abruptly, a recollection surfacing as you quickly placed the vase back on the bedside table and scurried over to the closet. You couldnât believe you had forgotten something so important⌠She must have been waiting in there the entire night.
You hastily threw open the closet door, gaze scanning the space until it finally fell on a small shadow peeking from behind the white and fawn island. The black shadow stood still for a moment, as if identifying the intruder, before the familiar cat sauntered out of the small space, black fur gleaming under the light. She looked up at you with an expression that eerily resembled a scowl.Â
âHi Persilla,â you cooed, crouching down to run a hand apologetically through the creatureâs fur. Persilla evaded it at first, almost punishing you for forgetting her in the small, dark walk-in closet for the entire night, but eventually she gave in, purring as she brushed her soft tail against your still bare legs. While you could understand being stuck in a place like that for hours mightâve been slightly uncomfortable, she really had no right to act like that after how damn hard it had been to have her smuggled into Jungkookâs house without alerting anyone. It had been a huge risk, one that you might have a little trouble justifying, but you swear there was just something calming about her presence and you needed that desperately, especially in such a foreign place.Â
âI failed to kill him,â you frowned, watching as Persillaâs feline eyes raised to watch you, âwhich means weâre going to have to stay here a little longer than I thought.â
You pulled yourself from the floor, shifting your focus back to Jungkookâs mystery room as you felt a pang of irritation hit you. You needed Jungkook dead, the delay in his death getting in the way of everything youâve been working towards. Yet here you were now, stuck in the house you thought you wouldnât be spending more than a night in.Â
You cautiously walked over to the door youâd lock picked earlier, taking special care not to step on Persilla as she skittered between your feet, before grabbing the handle and pushing it open. The room turned out to be a seemingly simple office, which you found unsurprising for the most part. There was a wall full of books on one side, a glass cabinet of liquor wedged between its centre, while another wall was made up entirely of glass that showed off an enormous portion of Jungkookâs estate. It was the large desk to your right that really caught your attention, the sight of a map sprawled over its smooth surface particularly piquing your interest.Â
You walked towards the glass cabinet first, pulling out a crystal glass and a bottle of whiskey to pour yourself a drink, before you walked over to the desk and glanced at the map curiously. Persilla jumped onto the surface, circling the piece of paper like a predator surveying its prey.Â
âItâs a map of the North,â you noted, taking a sip of the drink in your hand momentarily as you recognised the illustration instantly. Youâd spend months studying a similar map back home before marrying Jungkook after all.
Handmade lines ran throughout the northern portion of the country, separating the territories run by different mafia leaders. You recognised Jungkookâs territory first, one of the bigger ones in the region, while Taehyungâs was right next to his, both of which were detailed with the locations of different landmarks: docks, hotels, residential areas, etc. You noticed that the other territories hadnât been labelled like that, with the territory above Jungkookâs labelled âPark Territoryâ simply containing one or two locations and the territory labelled âMin Territoryâ containing no locations. There was a region above those two territories that hadnât even been labelled at all, similar to your own map of the North back at home.Â
âAside from Taehyungâs territory, Jungkook doesnât seem to know much about the northern region. I guess weâre similar in that aspect,â you muttered, speaking to Persilla as if you were giving her a report of the current situation. She turned towards you, tilting her head for a moment before she nudged the corner of the paper with her paw. You narrowed your gaze at the action, deciding to flip the paper. To your surprise there was another map, this time illustrating the southern portion of the country; the one where your fatherâs territory, the Lees, was situated and where youâd grown up your entire life.Â
You smiled at Persilla, scratching under her chin while she purred in delight at the attention. What would you do without her?
It was surprising to see this map so much more detailed than the first, you thought, taking another sip of the whiskey in your hand. While Taehyungâs territory had been the only one littered with details in the northern region, all the territories in the South were full of details upon details. You could make out each one labelled with its respective mafia leader, a number of important locations, and even predictions about possible actions each leader might take in the future, all of which you could confirm to be highly accurate.
You flipped the map back to how it had been initially, gaze raising to move onto scanning the rest of the room while Persilla dropped to the floor quietly.
âHow could Jungkook know so little about the northern region, yet so much about the South?â You thought out loud, tracking Persillaâs movements as she began pacing around the room. He was clearly great at collecting intel, the amount of information he had on the southern region was evidence of that, yet the North, his own region, was practically blank aside from Taehyungâs territory. Having grown up in the southern region yourself, you knew it better than the back of your hand. So if Jungkook had grown up in the North, how could he know so little about it? Was there some kind of history between the mafias in the North?Â
Like your thoughts, you began absentmindedly drifting towards the enormous bookshelf, fingers brushing against the hardcover spines.Â
If there really was history between the northern mafias, then knowing that history could be useful. Once you killed Jungkook and blamed his death on Park Jimin, there would be war between the Jeons and the Parks, and since the Kims and Mins are allied with the Jeons and Parks, respectively, it would be a full on war of the North. Itâs that kind of instability you were aiming for, but knowing the more personal history of the northern mafias might help you create further tensions between the alliances, making things even more unstable. It would be perfect; the messier the better. Thatâs what your ultimate plan called for. Thatâs how youâll finally-
You suddenly came to an abrupt stop, your fingers freezing as they came in contact with a particular book. It was a hardcover, just like the others, entirely black aside from the title, which had been written in bright gold, and the off-white pages.Â
Persilla was back to skittering between your ankles once again, as if sensing the change in your thoughts. Her soft, black tail brushed against your bare legs as you delicately brought out the book with both your hands, wide eyes scanning it almost in disbelief.Â
The Choice of a Nation.
It was the book that had changed your life. A fictitious book about a protagonist that lived in a world of human rights, justice, and structure. A world where everyone, more or less, was defined by their achievements and hard work rather than who they were born to.Â
Reality was far from that. It was an enormous country cut up into territories based on which mafia leader ruled it. It was having to grow up watching innocent people be slaughtered because of petty disputes between said mafia leaders. It was watching people from mafia families be automatically rich and educated and powerful while people born to those under their rule automatically be poor, uneducated, and stepped on again and again and again. You were taught that this way of living was normal, that it was the only way of living in this world.Â
Reality was something youâve always found difficult to come to terms with because of this, because despite being taught the normalcy of such a way of living, it never seemed right to you. You couldnât wrap your head around the idea of peopleâs entire lives being dependent on who they were born to, something that wasnât in their control. If you were born a servant, you and the rest of your generations would stay servants forever. If you were born a mafia leader, you and your future generations would stay in power forever. Your sentiments made you feel alien when you realised no one else around you seemed to share the same thoughts, so much so that you started wondering that perhaps you really were being too unrealistic.Â
But then came The Choice of a Nation, a book that introduced to you concepts like governments and elections and courts. It was all entirely fiction, every term having to be explained in great detail to be understandable, but all that mattered to you was that it was doable. Having different levels of governments, having a justice system that judged everyone fairly no matter who they were, and having the people decide who they want leading them. It was realistic.Â
And youâre convinced that the mafia families knew it too, because despite its fictitious nature, the book was immediately banned the second it was published, while its author had been killed just as quickly. You yourself had only gotten your hands on the book out of sheer dumb luck. Distantly you wondered how and why Jungkook had this copy.Â
After that you had become dead set on making the bookâs world a reality. But in order for things to go as youâve planned, you need things to be unstable, because unstable things are weak. The South has always been like that, with mafia leaders constantly at each otherâs throats. You doubt any of them even know what the word âallianceâ even means. It was perfect for you.Â
The North, on the other hand, was a bit different. There were two alliances and the most northern region was a complete mystery to you. At first, you were stumped with how you were going to weaken the region, but then the opportunity had presented itself when your father had announced your hasty marriage to Jungkook. And once again, it was perfect.Â
All you needed was Jungkook to be dead, and the rest would fall in place just like youâd planned.Â
A meowing noise suddenly sounded from your feet, causing you to look down and find Persilla standing on her hind legs, her front paws brushing against your bare shins repeatedly. Her impatience was clear as day, making you smile.Â
âYouâre right, thatâs enough snooping for today I think,â you nodded, running a hand over her small head while the other clutched the book firmly, âyou deserve some expensive salmon for being such a good girl.â
As if she understood your words, Persilla dropped to the floor and purred, rubbing her furry body against your ankle. You gave the room one last look, as if expecting to find something else worth surveying, but ultimately decided you were way too tired from your all-nighter to continue on.Â
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At this point in his life, Jungkook could say with certainty that he was a pretty patient man. He wasnât born with the trait, if anything impatience seemed to have been stitched well into his personality the second heâd entered this world. But, over time, heâd learned to get rid of the pesky trait and replace it with the much more effective and fruitful quality that was patience.Â
Yet, not even all those years of cultivating the characteristic could have prepared him for how late Kim Taehyung was.Â
Jungkook had been standing at the West docks, hands in the pockets of his long, black coat, since 8:00 AM in the morning, waiting almost 4 hours for his friend with furrowed brows and an unimpressed frown. Heâd left the house as early as appropriately possible, partly because of your presence and partly because of the urgency in addressing the dockâs issue. Now it was almost noon and Taehyung, whoâd promised to be here by 9:00 AM was still nowhere in sight.Â
An annoyed sigh escaped his lips as he felt the ocean air breeze through the nearly black strands of his hair. Taehyung being late had given him more time to think about earlier this morning, when heâd shot you a glance before he was out the front door. You looked like you hadnât slept a wink, which Jungkook could relate to, but he supposed that was for the best. Youâd threatened to kill him at the end of your conversation last night, so having you sleep deprived would probably work in his favour.Â
Not that you could really do anything anyway. Jungkook had made sure to set guards in every entrance to the kitchen and stripped the house of every weapon that wasnât locked in a hefty safe. There was no way you could get your hands on any kind of gun or knife, so he was pretty confident that you couldnât be a threat to him at the moment. Though, the memory of your fiery eyes from last night had seemed so determinedâŚ
âWhat are you smirking about?â Taehyung asked as he strolled along the boardwalk, making his way towards the younger man.Â
Jungkookâs scowl instantly returned, causing Taehyung to raise his hands in surrender, âit took Chaewon and I a whole hour to get Suho to bed, whoâs also sick by the way. Cut me some slack, man.â
âI told you guys to stay over at my place and not some hotel,â Jungkook chastised, feeling bad for the little guy. He made a note to send some sweets to their hotel room when he got back, âthe maid could have helped you guys out.â
âThe newlyweds deserve to have the house to themselves,â Taehyung waved him off before he smirked, âbesides, I didnât know how freaky you guys were going to get and I couldnât risk Suho hearing, heâs way too young for that stuff.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, motioning for Taehyung to start following him. They started walking along the boardwalk, Jungkookâs hands still shoved into his coatâs pockets while Taehyungâs were covered in black leather gloves.Â
âOkay,â Taehyung said, âIâm just going to ask one question, and then weâll drop it and you can explain this whole dockâs situation to me.â
That earned him a raised brow, but the lack of the youngerâs refusal spurred him on.Â
âWhat do you think of her?â
Jungkook didnât answer for a moment, mulling over his reply before he finally answered.Â
âSheâs fine.â
He didnât know why he wasnât telling Taehyung the truth about you, about how your entire ditzy personality was a front and about how hellbent you were on killing him to get a divorce. Maybe it was because he didnât really see the need to. Jungkook had concluded that you were only trying to kill him because you wanted a divorce, allowing you to go back to whichever boyfriend was waiting for you back in the south.Â
âYour words are saying sheâs fine, but your face is saying youâre mad,â Taehyung noted with a brow raised. But Jungkook waved him off, ready to end this conversation and get onto more important business.Â
âAnyways, as you know, the Parks decided to attack the West docks last week,â Jungkook began, pointing towards his left to show Taehyung the damage sustained. One of the enormous warehouses, which collectively formed a neat line leading farther than his eye could decipher, had caved into itself, its walls charred almost entirely. The two warehouses by its side seemed more salvageable, with only a wall or two affected by the evident fire that had taken place. Construction workers could already be seen surrounding the area, hard at work to replace the damaged structures.Â
Taehyung nodded as he took in the scene, âan attack at the docks⌠theyâre checking to see how strong the Jeons are at the moment.â
âTheyâre doing it because they want to know if they can take over our territory.â
That was the standard protocol after all. When a mafia attacks another mafiaâs docks, itâs usually because they want to test how weak or strong they are and whether they can take them over or not. The fact that the Parks pulled something like this right after their alliance with the Mins was no coincidence to Jungkook.Â
But to his surprise, Taehyung paused, as if mulling over Jungkookâs words. He watched Taehyungâs gaze drift over to the vast sea on their right, a contemplative look shadowing over his eyes before they flickered back to Jungkook.Â
âIs that really what you think Jimin is doing?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â Jungkook frowned, âthis is the textbook procedure for taking over another territory.â
When Taehyung didnât answer him, Jungkook placed a hand in front of his chest, blocking his path so the two could stand facing each other as they spoke.
âIâm just saying,â Taehyung finally explained, âit seems a bit out of character for him. Wasnât he always the one that was going on about how dumb it is to want to take over other territories instead of cultivating your own?â
Jungkook scoffed, âyeah, in university, which was years ago. Jimin has changed since then.â
Taehyungâs lips formed a grim line at the animosity in his voice.Â
âLook, I know you both-â
âNo,â Jungkook cut him off quickly, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, âthis isnât the hatred from what happened years ago talking. Jimin has changed, and I have the evidence to prove it.â
Jungkook turned around to resume his earlier path, Taehyung walking slowly behind him as they passed by the workers sighing in relief at the cool breeze of the ocean and large ships anchored alongside the piers. In a matter of minutes, Jungkook had led him to the entrance of an enormous warehouse. Taehyungâs brows furrowed when Jungkook turned around to face him, a grim expression washing over his strong features.Â
âWhen the Parks attacked the docks last week, I managed to prevent them from seizing control of it by bringing out some old blackmail. Obviously I didnât think it would hold them off for long if their plan really is to take over my territory, but I didnât expect them to retaliate so soon,â Jungkook explained, ânor did I expect them to retaliate in this way.â
He turned back to face the warehouse's door, hand wrapping around its handle, âthe night before my wedding, I was called to the docks because some of the workerâs had found something in this warehouse.â
Then he turned the handle and pushed the door wide open, revealing its inside.
âThis is what I found.â
It was awful.Â
The entire warehouse was full of dead bodies, some thrown haphazardly on the ground while others were thrown over the equipment spanning the room. Taehyung could make out bodies of men, women, and even some children -he couldnât look at them for too long without thinking of his own son- all of which had clearly been killed in varying ways. Some looked like they had been burned, while others looked like theyâd been thrown into a blender. Being in the mafia, Taehyung was no stranger to blood and gore, but this⌠this was too much, even for him.Â
But then his gaze caught onto a wall in the far corner of the warehouse, particularly the sight of dried blood smeared against the grey metal. He took in each stroke of red, processing each letter it had been made to resemble until he could read what had been written.Â
ââWeâre coming,ââ Jungkook read out loud, keeping his stoic gaze fixed on Taehyung.Â
He shook his head, unable to comprehend what he was seeing, âI knew Yoongi was brutal, but I never could have expected heâd be capable of⌠this.â
Jungkookâs gaze drifted around the room, grimacing at the scene before him.Â
âJimin and Yoongi clearly arenât who they used to be,â he concluded, looking towards Taehyung for confirmation. Thankfully, Taehyung nodded this time, gaze becoming hard as he agreed without protest.Â
âWell, theyâve warned us that theyâre coming,â he said, gesturing towards the bloody message, âwhat are we going to do about it?â
Jungkook motioned for Taehyung to follow him back outside, where the air didnât smell like death and the sights didnât make him want to crawl out of his skin.Â
âIâve scheduled a meeting with one of the unaffiliated gangs located in the West in about an hour. As long as we pay them well, theyâll do just about anything for us. Having extra manpower should tip the odds in our favour. Not to mention, Iâll make good use of the Lees.â
Taehyung nodded as he watched Jungkook close the door of the warehouse, âare you going to contact Jimin first?â
âNo,â he shook his head, beginning to walk back to the parking lot alongside Taehyung, âIâve had a headcount done and it doesnât seem like any of the people in the warehouse were one of ours. I think the Parks were just trying to send a message to scare us.â
âIâll get a headcount done for my people too just in case,â Taehyung said, to which Jungkook agreed.Â
Once they had made it back to the parking lot, Taehyung turned to face him.
âI was thinking of heading back to my territory tonight, since I have a few things I need to take care of,â he explained, opening the door of his bright orange car before leaning against it casually, âbut Chaewon wanted to have a late lunch or dinner with the bride and groom before we left. I hope you donât mind.â
Jungkookâs interest piqued as a thought suddenly came to mind. This would be a good opportunity to assess how you and him were going to act like a couple in front of others. If the two of you failed, it would be fine since it was just Taehyung and Chaewon, two people that he trusted with his life. Then you and him could learn from the experience and hopefully get it together before having to make any public appearances.Â
âDoes 6 work?â He asked, to which Taehyung nodded.Â
The two then exchanged quick goodbyes, Taehyung explaining that he should probably get back as soon as possible to get things in order, before Jungkook watched as he got into his car and drove off, standing for a few minutes until someone came to stand behind him.Â
âSir?â
He turned to find a man bowing in his direction, waiting for permission to speak. Jungkook motioned for him to go on, already getting an idea of what this was about.Â
âOur informant within the Lees just contacted us,â he explained, âhe said that Lee Y/Nâs father believes his daughter to be a frivolous and naive girl, her sole purpose being to marry someone that will benefit the Lees.â
Jungkook nodded at the news. So you had been telling the truth when you said that youâd fooled everyone, including your father, with your performance⌠Distantly he wondered why you would decide to resort to such an act.Â
âHave there been any talks of betraying this alliance?â Jungkook asked, to which the man shook his head.Â
âThe informant said there were none. Lee Y/Nâs father seems dependent on this alliance to protect himself from neighbouring mafias. The South is quite unsettled in that aspect.â
âI see, and have there been any talks of Y/N having some sort of significant other in the Lee territory?â
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, âthe informant said that there werenât really any talks of that⌠but he did mention that before your marriage, when Lee Y/N was still living in the Lee territory, heâd accidentally overheard a hushed phone conversation sheâd had in her bedroom. He couldnât make out what they had been talking about, but he was able to confirm that the voice on the other line was male. The informant hadnât thought anything of it at the time, but since youâre asking now, he decided it would be safer to let you know just in case.â
It could have been anyone, hell, you could have been talking to a relative or something, but Jungkookâs mind went straight to his initial theory. It made sense, especially considering you wanted a divorce so badly. He couldnât really think of any other reason besides your heart already belonging to someone else⌠even though you were his wife.Â
âSir? Was there anything else?â The man asked, causing Jungkook to reel in his scowl.
âContact Lee Y/Nâs father and schedule a meeting with him as soon as he can,â Jungkook said, âthatâs all, thank you.â
The man bowed, instantly scurrying away from sight to get to the assigned task, while Jungkook turned to start making his way to his car.Â
For some reason, his mood had suddenly soured.Â
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âSo we finally get to meet the famous Y/N.â
You smiled shyly as you walked into the grand dining hall, automatically taking in the spiralling chandelier, marble floor, and dark brown dining table filled with formal decoration pieces. Only after this assessment did you let your gaze fall on the two sitting on the dining chairs; the first one you already knew to be Taehyung, who was dressed in a rich grey suit, while the other was a woman -you automatically assumed she was Taehyungâs wife considering the maid had told you youâd be dining with the two today.Â
She had been the one that had spoken, but the first thing you noticed when your eyes landed on her was that she was gorgeous. Her straight, long black hair and hazel eyes sparkled under the glittering light of the chandelier overhead, while her dark maroon dress fit elegantly into the rich ambience of the room.
As she stood from her seat, you felt yourself automatically tense. Back in the South, the wives of mafia leaders were always vicious and constantly at each other's throats, a reflection of their husbandsâ animosity towards each other. Now that you were married, you supposed youâd have to be subjected to the same, but the only difference was that your ditzy facade would bar you from being able to fight back. Whatever Taehyungâs wife threw at you, youâd have to take it.Â
But after she made her way towards you, her actions as smooth as silk, you were surprised when she pulled you in for a quick and formal embrace.Â
âThe wedding was absolutely beautiful,â she praised, even the flow of her voice silk-like, âand of course your dress, it was exquisite! You must tell me the designer you went with- or perhaps it was all just your figure. I wouldnât be surprised if that were the case.â
For a moment all you could do was stare at her; this woman⌠she was being so⌠nice. Too nice, if you were being honest. It was a little unnerving, instantly making you sceptical of her intentions. Perhaps the wives of northern mafia leaders were more cunning in the way they sniped at each other? They greeted each other politely during occasions, but behind the scenes they would attack each other to obtain what they wanted? But then again, what could anyone possibly want from you? To them you were just some featherbrained girl that dressed like a fancy pastel tablecloth.Â
Youâd decided to still dress the part this evening, with a fluffy light pink dress that fell right at your knees and a matching silk ribbon tied into a bow pulling up half your hair, even if you didnât know for sure how much Jungkook would have revealed to Taehyung. You had the feeling that Jungkook wouldnât tell him anything, since it would work in his favour having the least amount of people knowing, but youâve also heard how close the two men were so it wouldnât entirely surprise you if he had.
Taehyung certainly was staring at you like he knew your secret. Unlike his wife, he stayed seated at the dining table, offering you a polite greeting from there instead, but you could recognise the calculating nature of his gaze as clear as day. He was assessing your every movement as you interacted with his wife, which made you straighten up. It wouldnât be the biggest deal if he did know, because who would believe him if he went around spreading that kind of news, but if he didnât, then you would have to up the quality of your act.Â
âHas Jungkook told you anything about us?â Taehyungâs wife asked as she took the seat next to her husband once again, while you decided to take the seat across from her, âah- who am I kidding? Youâve only been here a night. Iâm Chaewon and this is Taehyung, heâs the leader of the Kims.â
You nodded, making sure to keep your voice light and airy, âyouâre pretty.â
She tried to hide it well, but the comment had Chaewonâs eyes flickering to her husband for a moment. It was better that you started dropping a dumb comment here and there to really seal the âdumb as rocksâ trait.Â
Chaewon quickly recovered from the surprise, letting out a breathy chuckle, âyouâre sweet, but youâre so pretty yourself. I love the light sparkles youâve added to your lids, itâs such a subtle but dainty thing.â
Her tone was so formal that you couldnât tell if she was passively mocking you or not. You wouldâve preferred she just pull a gun on you or something; it would be way less confusing than sitting here and trying to read between the lines of her words. Confrontational individuals were dangerous, but individuals who planned their strikes in the shadows were the real threats. Youâd know that best.
At that moment, before you could reply with an even dumber comment, the sound of the door opening caught everyoneâs attention. You turned just to catch Jungkook closing the door behind him, his hair slightly damp, likely from a shower, and dressed in a simple black collar shirt tucked into matching black dress pants. He paused at the doorway, scanning the room for a moment until his eyes dropped on you.
Your brows furrowed when he held your gaze for a second longer than normal, a hidden question in your expression. He looked almost thoughtful, an idea clearly waltzing through his mind, before he finally started making his way towards the three of you.Â
You thought that was the end of the odd moment, and that Jungkook would finally initiate a conversation with the other two sitting at the table as he pulled out the chair next to you. But just as he was about to settle into the soft cushion, he stalled for a second, turned to face youâŚ
And then placed a quick peck on your cheek.
You froze, shock making your limbs rigid as you used every bit of your self control to stop yourself from instinctively flinching at the action.Â
âSorry Iâm late,â Jungkook apologised as he casually plopped down into his seat, gaze fixing on the couple before you.Â
But Chaewon smiled, a graceful hand going to her chest.Â
âAww look at how flustered she looks, arenât they just adorable, Taehyung?â She said with a smile. Your hands instantly went to your cheeks, annoyed to find them burning underneath your palms.Â
Before you could think much of it though, the servers started spilling into the room to place steaming plates of food before you all. This eveningâs menu seemed to be seafood themed, with plates of crab, lobster, and shrimp filling the initially empty surface of the dark dining table. It made sense to you, considering almost half of Jungkookâs territory bordered the ocean.Â
Once the plates had been placed, a server stepped beside you, bringing out a bottle of red wine to pour into the empty glass beside your plate. But you brought up a hand to stop him.Â
âNot a fan of wine, Y/N?â Chaewon asked as she noticed the gesture, and once again the ambiguity in her formal tone made it hard to tell whether she was mocking you or not.Â
You shook her head in response, âI donât like alcohol, it tastes gross.â
Yes, ditzy Y/N didnât like alcohol, but the real Y/N was seriously craving that expensive whiskey you knew Jungkook had stashed in his office at this very moment. He clearly had good taste, it was a shame youâd had to drop a gram of lethal toxin into the bottle before youâd left the room and passed out on Jungkookâs bed for nearly two hours. You scowled inwardly as you remembered how much more you could have slept had it not been for the maid who had woken you up to give you a tour of the house and then helped you get ready for the early dinner you and Jungkook were supposed to have with Taehyung and Chaewon.Â
âI apologise maâam, is there anything else I can interest you in instead?â The server asked, moving the bottle of wine away from your glass. You mused over your answer for a moment, before you smiled up at him.
âIâd like some banana milk, please.â
Once again, Chaewon subtly threw an unreadable look towards Taehyung, but this time she wasnât alone as Taehyung and Jungkook each threw their own odd looks in your direction at the wildly childish choice. Back when you first started acting naive your reaction would have consisted of an intense feeling of embarrassment washing over you, but now the othersâ reactions only seemed to amuse you. Although, you were inwardly groaning at how gross having seafood alongside milk was going to be. But the show had to go on, didnât it?
Taehyung cleared his throat when the server returned with a wine glass filled with banana milk -you had to pinch your arm to stop yourself from laughing at that- before he turned to face Jungkook, eager to break the awkward silence that had ensued.Â
âI hope you both enjoyed your wedding present, Chaewon spent so long on making that gift basket I thought it was going to be for your one year anniversary,â he joked, causing Chaewon to playfully slap his shoulder.Â
âI just wanted it to be nice,â she defended instantly, âweâve known Jungkook for years, seeing him get married makes me feel like a proud older sister.â
It was such a contrasting sight seeing two mafia families be so fond and at ease with each other when youâd grown up seeing the southern mafia families at each otherâs throats constantly. Chaewon seemed so comfortable here, and even though Taehyung was mostly quiet -you were starting to think he was trying to decipher the relationship between you and Jungkook with the way he kept staring back and forth between you two- even he didnât seem to be guarded despite being in another mafia leaderâs territory.Â
âWe enjoyed the basket, thank you,â Jungkook said, bringing your focus back to the conversation. You watched him lean back in his seat as his gaze drifted to you, the ghost of an amused look haunting his features, âthe champagne particularly was quite the ice breaker.â
Youâd tried to kill him using that bottle and yet here he was practically mocking you about it not even 24 hours later. You threw him a sweet smile, as if you were reliving a fond memory, hoping he would pick up on the hidden glare in your gaze. But that only made his grin widen.Â
âIâm glad to hear that,â Chaewon clapped, not seeming to pick up on the tension between you both, âI wasnât aware of your distaste for alcohol though, Y/N. Iâll be sure to keep that in mind in the future.â
You faced her with what you hoped was a grateful smile, âitâs okay, I really liked the scented candles.â
It had actually been Persilla that had been obsessed with them, the vanilla scented one seeming to be her favourite.Â
The dining room was mostly quiet following that, the four of you finishing up your food in a comfortable silence. Inwardly you were gagging at the combination of shrimp and banana milk youâd decided to torment yourself with. And as if that wasnât bad enough, every few minutes or so youâd catch Jungkook trying to suppress a sly grin, the man being the only one in the room, to your knowledge at least, who knew the reality of your predicament. You scowled, annoyed by his satisfaction until an idea came to mind.Â
Well, you could always hit two birds with one stone.Â
You reached over your plate to grab your glass of banana milk, bringing it towards yourself to give the impression that you were going to drink from it. But at the last moment, you let the bottom of the glass catch on your plate, causing the entire thing to tip from your fingers. It clattered onto the table, splashing all over Jungkookâs plate and seated form, making him flinch.Â
You instantly gasped dramatically, hands going to cover your mouth and eyes widening as you squeaked, âIâm so sorry!â
With Taehyung and Chaewonâs focus shifting to the spill on the table, the roll of Jungkookâs eyes went unnoticed by them.Â
âItâs okay, it was only an accident,â he forced out, pushing his chair away from the tableâs edge and widening his thighs to evade the rest of the milk. You had to hide your smile behind your hands as you watched the no doubt cold milk seep into his pants.Â
Taehyung picked up the box of napkins, which had been near his plate, and held it out to the younger man, causing Jungkook to stretch over the table to receive it. But just as Jungkook grabbed the box, you noticed Taehyungâs brows suddenly furrow, his eyes seeming to stay fixed at a particular spot on Jungkookâs neck.Â
You followed his gaze curiously. The first few buttons of Jungkookâs black shirt had been undone, revealing a sliver of his collarbone and chest, but as Jungkook stretched you noticed the fabric shift to expose more of the area, which you realised was covered in red patches that looked a lot like⌠hickies. You and Taehyung werenât the only ones that caught this as you noticed Chaewon smirk, her gaze travelling between you both.Â
Jungkook himself was the last to notice the stares as he pressed some tissues against the wet material of his pants, most of which was prominent on his lap. Yet when he did notice them, even you knew that Taehyung and Chaewonâs questioning looks wouldnât allow for him to get out of this without an explanation.Â
You expected him to wave them off with a lame excuse anyway, like it was a rash or heâd burned himself somehow. You could call Jungkook many things, but he didnât seem like the kind of guy that enjoyed making suggestive jokes or conversation. Nor did he seem like the kind of guy to divulge in his sexual escapades.Â
But Jungkook didnât do any of that. Instead he paused, similar to earlier when he had entered the room, and seemed to think something over. Then his gaze dropped on you, and the mischief in his eyes gave you the odd feeling that you should prepare yourself for what he was about to say.Â
You should have listened to that feeling.Â
Jungkook broke his eye contact with you, his lips twitching into what suspiciously seemed like a smirk, before he turned to face Taehyung and Chaewon.Â
âI guess Y/N got a bit carried away earlier.â
Your eyes widened and jaw dropped open as Chaewon gasped, her hands instantly going to her chest as if she couldnât believe it. From your peripheral vision you could make out Taehyung slumping against the back of his chair, as if he had finally given up on trying to figure the two of you out.Â
âY/N! I would have never guessed you were the freaky type,â Chaewon laughed, her gaze seeming to take you in a different light. Your hands curled into fists under the table.Â
Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing by dropping a comment like that, and you were far from stupid enough not to see it. By insinuating that there was a more suggestive side of you, he was slowly starting to break down your performance of an innocent girl capable of doing no wrong in the eyes of others.Â
Youâd promised to kill him, and now heâd seemingly decided he wanted to kill the image youâd spent years cultivating.Â
You took a deep breath to calm yourself as Jungkookâs hand hooked under your chair to drag it towards him, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder when he was close enough. Even in the midst of your subdued anger you noticed just how close the sharp cut of his jawline was in this position, and not to mention the tiny mole under his bottom lip that you hadnât noticed before.Â
âItâs okay, princess,â he said, sounding sweet but you knew it was meant to be mocking, âyou donât have to be shy in front of them.â
You were going to kill him. You were going to shoot him so many times that by the time you were done with him he was going to look like a giant block of swiss cheese-
âWell, we should probably get going,â Taehyung said suddenly, his eyes focused on reading something on his phone before pocketing the device, âI think Suho is starting to get fussy again, plus we should get going if we want to get back home before it gets too dark.â
Taehyung offered a hand to Chaewon to help her get up from her seat, a classy smile gracing her lips as her gaze met yours, âthatâs our son by the way. You must meet him the next time we meet.â
âI would love to. I love children,â you said with a tight smile as you and Jungkook got up from your seats, exchanging polite pleasantries all the way to the front door.
âYou know, thatâs not very surprising to me,â Chaewon commented while Taehyung looped an arm around hers. You waved to each other with smiles, watching him guide her into an orange car before driving around the fountain and disappearing through the tall gates.Â
The second the front door closed your smile dropped, replaced by an annoyed scowl that you threw in Jungkookâs direction. He regarded you as you crossed your arms over your chest.
âI donât know about the North, but in the South we have this thing called personal space. You should try it out some time,â you said, to which Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
âHave you ever seen a married couple have personal space? Really Y/N, must I explain the birds and the bees to you?
You huffed as he walked past you, climbing up the stairs casually while you started following behind him.Â
âWhy does it even matter if people know how dysfunctional this marriage is? Weâre married, how is that not enough?â
It really did not make sense to you why he was so dead set on selling this image of a perfect marriage to others. Back in the South, there was not one marriage a mafia leader was a part of where it wasnât in complete shambles, and that was very public knowledge to everyone in, and even outside of, the territory. Yet, that didnât seem to affect the level of control or power the southern mafia leaders had. So why was Jungkook making it out to be such a big deal?
But the question stopped him in his tracks, causing him to turn around on the stairs to give you an incredulous look, as if what you had asked was almost alien.Â
âI donât know how it works in the South, but in the North it very much matters,â he said slowly, gaze fixed on yours, âwe must present ourselves as perfect in every aspect of our lives, or there are a number of enemies that would have no problem taking advantage of even the most miniscule flaw.â
You scoffed, âthatâs dumb.â
Jungkook turned away from you, not bothering to comment on the mindless remark, as he continued to resume his path up the stairs. When he finally made it to the top and walked up to his bedroomâs door, he pushed it open and walked inside.Â
Your breath instantly stalled as you followed behind him, gaze darting around the room quickly to see if Persilla was anywhere in his sights. You knew you didnât need to worry, Persilla was a master of remaining unseen, sheâd managed to hide from everyone in the house when youâd been living in the South with your father after all. Youâd even opened the door to the balcony slightly, allowing her to roam outside freely if she wanted to, so she might not have even been in the room anyway. You exhaled slowly, successful in convincing yourself that the little black cat youâd grown to care for and love would be fine.Â
Jungkookâs breath, on the other hand, came out as a low huff when he noticed the balcony door ajar. He walked over to it quickly, closing it before giving you a chastising look. One you ignored obviously.Â
Instead you casually turned away from him to enter into the bathroom, grabbing a few makeup wipes before returning back into the bedroom and plopping yourself down on the fluffy duvet of the bed. You began wiping off the various light sparkles and pinks that softened your face, as if you were taking off a doll-like mask.Â
âYouâre an annoying little thing, arenât you?â He commented as he watched your nonchalant demeanour.Â
Then it was your turn to watch him disappear into his closet for a moment, the muffled sounds of clothes moving around reaching your ears, before he emerged in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black short sleeve t-shirt.Â
But you particularly noticed his right arm, which was covered in a full sleeve of tattoos ending just above his wrist. The ink travelled over the smooth ridges of his skin, taut from the firm muscles underneath. Your gaze immediately dropped to the small trash can next to the bedside table, hoping he didnât notice your staring, as you focused on throwing the used wipes into the bin.Â
You then leaned back on the mattress, arms holding you upright, trying to get your focus back on track, âI like how forgetting to close the balcony door annoys you and not the fact that I want you dead.â
That made Jungkook smile, amusement clear in his eyes, âIâm still standing here though, arenât I?â
Your reply was quick.
âIt wonât be for long.â
âRight,â Jungkook nodded, his words laced into a patronising chuckle, âbut while youâre working on that, I need you to actually act like my wife. Weâre lucky Taehyung and Chaewon didnât notice anything, the public wonât be so inattentive.â
You tilted your head, âyes, I wonder what the public would have said about the hickies on your neck.â
Jungkook mirrored your movements, the edges of his lips twitching.
âI think they would be glad to be under the impression that weâre hard at work trying to produce an heir.â
âThatâs only if your side piece stays quiet.âÂ
âCareful, Y/N,â Jungkook tutted, âyou sound almost jealous.â
âJealous?â You repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter with an evidently offended expression, âyour girl is sleeping with a dead man walking. Is that something to be jealous of?â
Jungkook paused for a moment, continuing to direct an amused gaze in your direction, before he turned away, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, ârelax, princess, thereâs no other girl. I just went hunting earlier and got a few mosquito bites. Nothing more.â
âIt doesnât make a difference to me,â you shrugged before falling back onto the mattress, the softness of the duvet making your limbs feel heavy with exhaustion. The position caused your dress to ride up to the middle of your thighs, a movement that didnât go unnoticed by Jungkook. He looked away when he realised he was staring, choosing instead to focus his gaze on the bright moon outside the window.Â
âWe may be as far from in love with each other as the moon is to the earth, but I still wonât risk messing around with others outside this relationship,â he said. There was a pause after his words, as if he were expecting you to say something, but you let the silence ensue. There really was nothing you wanted to add anyway.Â
A noise made you lift your head, allowing you to see Jungkook unlocking the door to his office before he turned his head to you, âjust get used to whatever happened at dinner today. There will be much more where that came from in the future.â
And then he was gone, disappearing into the room while locking the door behind him. Jungkook immediately walked over to the cabinet, pulling out a crystal glass and a bottle of whiskey to place them on the desk.
The loud clink of the glass against the wood of the desk made Jungkook frown, annoyed by his getting annoyed at your lack of reply. Yet, it was evident that he was indeed irritated by it. Of course you wouldnât agree not to mess around with others, you had your âboyfriendâ waiting for you back in the South.Â
He certainly wasnât messing around with anyone. After meeting Taehyung at the docks, Jungkook had gone to meet with the leader of an independent gang in the West, who, to his distaste, was a huge fan of hunting. So naturally theyâd met in a forest to hunt for a few hours, before Jungkook had convinced the man to be at his disposal. Jungkook has always been prone to mosquito bites, but that day the mosquitos seemed to have taken a particular liking to his neck and arms, despite what Taehyung and Chaewon might have thought.Â
It didnât matter to him, though, that you had a boyfriend. Yes, it really didnât. He was just annoyed because if someone found out about him, then Jungkookâs reputation would take a hit. The news would spread like a wildfire, and the outcome would be far from good.Â
He didnât even know how well you could hide a secret like that. What if you slipped up somewhere? What if the dude did? It would be a disaster.Â
Jungkook placed his glass down, the whiskey momentarily forgotten as he grabbed his phone and leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen in thought. This was for the good of his leadership, not anything personal. Yes, thatâs right.Â
Mind made, Jungkook quickly dialled a familiar number, waiting barely a single ring before a male voice sounded from the device.Â
âHello sir, was there something I could help you with?â
Jungkookâs fingers wrapped around the glass on his desk, âtell the informant I want him to investigate Lee Y/Nâs room at the Lee mansion. I want to find out everything we can about the man Y/N was talking on the phone with before our marriage, and if thereâs anything else unusual I want to be informed of it as well.â
âYes, of course sir,â the voice said immediately, âIâll let him know as soon as possible. Is that all?â
Jungkook paused for a moment, thinking over the question. This had been an impromptu call after all.
Stuck in his thoughts, he brought the glass into his hand, swirling the liquid in it for a second before taking a modest sip.
His reflexes acted before his mind did; the second he registered the hint of a metallic taste he lurched forward, spitting the liquid back into the glass in a matter of a second. Even with that little exposure he could start to feel his tongue burn slightly, causing him to instantly open the drawer of his desk and grab a water bottle. The water soothed his mouth as he quickly swished it between his teeth before spitting it out and repeating the process a few times.
âSir? Sir?! Is everything okay?â The voice rang from his phone, Jungkook almost forgetting about him for a second. He cleared his throat.
âYes, it was nothing. That will be all, thank you.â
He ended the call, grimacing in discomfort at the feel of his slightly sensitive tongue against the roof of his mouth. So youâd managed to find a way to sneak into his office. He shouldnât have been very surprised by that, you seemed to have a talent for getting into places where you shouldnât.Â
Jungkook sighed as he eyed his liquor cabinet, realising that heâd have to throw it all. But as his gaze raised, it seemed to catch an empty slot in his bookshelf. Curiously he walked over to it, hand hovering over the hollow space between a book about war tactics and a book about his familyâs history.Â
It wasnât hard to put two and two together. Youâd obviously taken one of his books, but whether it was for casual reading or for something more he couldnât tell.Â
He ignored the pang of pain that rippled throughout his mouth as he ran his tongue over the back of his teeth, his gaze falling back to his desk. With Jiminâs attacks, he had a lot of work he was going to have to do, and now seemed like the perfect time to get that done considering he was not going to go back into his bedroom, which you had taken over.Â
He sighed.Â
It was going to be a long night.Â
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You remained seated on the bed as you watched Jungkook lock the door behind him, leaving you alone in his bedroom once again. You hoped he enjoyed the nice present youâd dropped into his liquor bottles this morning, because you were just about ready to be shipped off back to the Lee mansion and watch your plan unfold in the perfect way youâd outlined it to.Â
The sound of something tapping against glass caught your attention, causing you to turn towards the balcony. It was hard to spot her in the dead of night, her black fur blending into the dark so well that her feline eyes were the only thing about her you could really make out. But even then, there was no doubt in your mind that it was Persilla trying to get your attention from outside of the balcony door.Â
You stood, sending a wary glance in the direction of Jungkookâs officeâs door, before slowly pushing yourself off the mattress and making your way towards the glass. You paused in front of it for a moment, taking a deep breath before closing your eyes. Your hands blindly felt in front of you, moving erratically in the air for a moment before you could feel the handle between your fingers. You pulled on it, hearing the sound of the door opening as well as the feel of the fresh airy breeze on your face.
The second you felt Persillaâs small body walking between your feet, you pushed the door close, sighing in relief when you opened your eyes.Â
You crouched down to pet Persillaâs head, scratching against her chin when she purred delightfully. It was only when she moved her head upwards, showcasing her collar, when you paused, your gaze catching onto something white wedged between the sleek leather and her furry neck.Â
âDo you have something for me, Persilla?â You asked, fingers pinching the thing, which you realised was a folded note, and bringing it out of its confines. You unfolded it, eyes widening after scanning it and recognising the familiar strokes of black pen on its surface.
Itâs done.
We should meet soon.
~ H
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ę¤- Pairing: Dealer! Jungkook x Reader
ę¤- WC: 2.6k
ę¤- A modern day Romeo and Juliet
Content: college student! reader, grumpy jk, brief texting! au, jk is lowkey whipped, drug use (marijuana), reader is his special customer, vaping, opposites attract, suggestive themes, minor jealousy, idiots in love (but they won't admit it), shot gunning, grinding, fwb?
Other Content: thigh riding, high sex, jk titty appreciation, unprotected sex (no.), hand job, soft dom kook, reader is a little needy, brief switch! koo, hickeys, pet names, spit, biting.
Shaking your head with a small giggle as you looked at your phone before tossing it aside. You're totally his favourite. You know he's stubborn and he would never admit it but deep down he loves delivering to you the most.
Looking around your sad and dimly lit dorm, all the lights were off and your roommate was gone for the weekend doing god knows what with her weird ass biology major boyfriend who would collect rabbit tails in jars for 'science'.
You were looking at one right now actually, it seems they left one behind, on the coffee table. It was just fermenting in... you actually weren't sure and didn't want to know.
Your eyes felt like they were on fire the longer you looked at the stupid philosophy paper you were writing. The bright light from your laptop was beginning to drill into your head. Your head lolled to the side glancing at the time on your phone.
It was almost 11:30, and time for a break. Abandoning the device on the couch for a quick wake-up shower; by the time you'd gotten changed and returned to the living room, you could expect Jungkook any minute now.
Except, this is Jungkook we're talking about. He's always late.
That's why when you heard the familiar rattling of the rusty fire escape you were startled. It was a little past midnight. Climbing through the window in nothing but your basketball shorts and a white tee.
Pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook scaling the platform with a bag of takeout pinned in between his teeth. The sight of you looking down at him from where he climbed made his eyebrows raise but of course he couldn't say anything.
Not until he was finally close enough for you to grab the bag from his mouth and he stands up. You climb back inside first with him following behind with a pained sigh. "I'm so sick of coming here. Got me climbing walls like its fucking subway surfers." He curses while you place the food down on the table.
Completely ignoring him, practically drooling as you slowly peeled open the bag. "And I thought you said you weren't gonna bring me anything." He snatches the bag.
"I didn't."
You let yourself fall onto the couch, arms crossed and unbelieving. "Oh yeah? So you just coincidentally craved Wendy's and decided to haul it up three flights up a ladder from your mouth when you could've just eaten it in the car?"
"Yeah exactly." He shrugs, obviously lying.
"Give me the bag, Jungkook."
"Fine. But I'm charging you extra for the delivery and the labour of bringing it up here." He hands it to you and you roll your eyes knowing it was nothing more than a bluff.
"It's not my fault you're out of shape," you mumble unwrapping the burger. "Oh yeah? Is this what out of shape looks like to you?" He says it almost offended but challenged.
Choking briefly on your food as he lifts up his shirt, revealing the defined abs that you have such lewd memories of. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You try climbing 3 flights up a ladder and tell me it's easy." You shrug,
"Not my fault you're banned from the campus." He drops himself down beside you, reaching for the bag of fries and taking some for himself. "But it is, if you hadn't called me to drop off a stash for Angelica's dorm party maybe I could still take the stairs."
You drop your half-eaten burger with apologetic eyes, "How was I supposed to know they were doing random security checks in the lobby? At least you didn't get arrested." You pout and he scoffs.
"Bare minimum." He says via grumpy mutter under his breath so you offered up the rest of your food to him as a peace offering. A little sad that he actually took it but you were getting full anyway.
As he finished up the rest of your food you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "So do you still do drops with Angelica?" He nods with his mouth full of the last bite, stuffing the wrappers back in the bag.
"How often does she call you?-- for deliveries I mean." He chuckles, licking his lips, "Jealous?" You take the trash off the coffee table and bring it to the kitchen to toss it in the garbage. "You're delusional."
"I can't help it if I'm in high demand." He manspreads, his arms stretched over the back of the couch. "Just shut up. Do you have my pen?" He reaches for the pocket inside his leather jacket, pulling out the slim box.
Already knowing that you were going to use it now, he began to unbox it while you collected the cash you needed. "40 right?" You say handing him the small spread of bills, "Yeah, but for you, I guess I could make it 30." He shrugs conceitedly.
"Because I'm your favourite." You say and he shakes his head, "No. Because I ate your food." Which he paid for but you didn't dare to say that out loud, you were getting cheap weed.
"So who's your favourite then Jungkook?" He hands you the pen, "Listen. I don't climb up the fire escape when I do deliveries for Angelica, I make her come to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Trying to tug the pen out of his grasp but he holds it firm until you respond, "I guess I can work with that." He smiles softly, letting you take the first hit as his arm wraps around your shoulder.
The two of you passed the pen back and forth, with little giggles here and there and wide eyes on the episode of SpongeBob that was playing.
By now the dark living room is illuminated by nothing more than your roommate's lava lamp and a strip of purple LEDs' taped behind the TV. You could see the smoke as it floated past the few sources of light.
"Open." He directs, taking a particularly long hit, leaning into you and blowing the pungent smoke into your mouth, sucking it in from his lips.
The pen is now forgotten as it rolls between the cracks of the couch. Straddling Jungkook's muscular thigh as he flexed it every now and then, taking hits from his blueberry Ice vape and blowing it to the ceiling, giving you a prime view of his sharp jaw under the soft purple lighting.
The sight made you shake, gyrating your hips almost desperately as you chased the feeling of friction on his denim-clad thigh. "You like that? You feel good fucking yourself on my thigh?" The question was rhetorical, you were too dazed to answer him anyway.
Your heavy-lidded gaze slowly rolls up to his pretty face once you feel his hand move from your hips to gently wrap around your neck, not applying any pressure, just there to let you feel the weight of his hand. "Answer me," He says, and you fall forward "Yess, feels so good." You moan, and Jungkook has danced this dance with you enough to see you were close.
But of course, he couldn't let you cum so soon, not yet. His hands flew to your hips and pinned you down on his thigh, restricting your range of motion. "Please," You beg and he wishes he had a little more willpower but he couldn't say no to you, not when you looked so fucked out when he's barely touched you.
"Fuck. Take your shirt off." Leaning back and crossing your arms over the base of the shirt, you pried it off your body desperately. Leaving you in your black lacy bra and it pulled out a guttural groan from Jungkook's chest.
"You little whore." he grits through his clenched teeth, grip tightening on the arm of the couch nearly ripping the fabric.
This position was no longer giving him what he so desperately craved. Shrugging the jacket from off his shoulders and taking off the tank top underneath letting your eyes roam over his built upper body, oh how you wanted to just...
Without thinking your tongue striped up the expanse of his bulky pecs. This was new, but Jungkook was so high out of his mind anything and everything you did felt like he was on cloud 9.
Your mouth dropped down to wrap around his rosy nipples and you could've never anticipated the worked-up reaction you got from him. "Oh shit, shit shit." He gasps, hands gripping your waist tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises by the morning.
Letting your tongue lap around his nipples with pure hunger, an inexplicable flame burning in your core as you were finally the one who got to watch the other be reduced to a moaning mess.
His once soft moans turned a little breathy and high-pitched, His hips bucked causing you to jolt in his lap, he was getting close.
"Didn't think you'd like having your tits played with so much?" You tease him but he didn't find the humour in it. He holds you by the throat once more, this time applying a generous amount of pressure, pushing you off him.
Unbuckling his belt and you knew what that meant. He slides out of his pants, followed by the boxers that were the last barrier between your moistened lips and his throbbing cock. "Let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" He hums, watching as you sink to your knees, hand carefully wrapped around his base, starting with slow pumps.
"Spit on it." Doing as told, you let a wad of spit fall from your pretty, plush lips and coat the shaft of his dick, you worked your palm up his length. Already satisfied with the way his head was thrown back.
"Just like that," Reaching for the vape, he takes a few good hits, the head rush mixed with the pleasure had him seeing stars-- the object falling from his hands immediately the moment he felt the warm heat of your mouth wrap around his sensitive tip.
"Y/n-" He breathes out, almost scared, he was so close, too soon. He's never struggled to hold himself back this badly before. What were you doing to him?
The obscene sounds of you choking as you struggled to take all of him in your mouth, letting your nose touch the soft, trimmed hairs near his base. Focusing on breathing through your nose before you felt a heavy hand on the back of your head, pushing you lower.
You were quite literally slobbering on his dick, gagging with every buck of his hips. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well--Shit. Mouth feels like fucking heaven." His praise rushes to your core and has your left hand trailing down to rub yourself through your lace underwear.
The rough friction being more than enough to get you there, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Where-- Shit!-- Where do you want it?" He gasps, his hips snapping, pushing his length down your throat almost erratically. You don't answer, only hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper, making your desires clear.
Your own fingers quickening their pace, your own sounds travelling through his dick in vibrations and pushing him right over the edge with you, filling your mouth with his warm cum.
Swallowing as if it were second nature. "Stick out your tongue," He says softly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his composure from his overwhelming climax. Your tongue was out and cleared of any of his cum and it made him crazy.
He remembers the first time he'd brought an order to you over 6 months ago. He thought you were nothing more than a cute little philosophy major, never did he think he'd have you beneath him like he does right now.
Looking up at him, daring to give you an almost angelic gaze while the two of you ruined each other. Tainting each other with your own touches. "Kiss me?" You ask it so cutely, tempting him with the pout on your lips. You weren't being fair.
His body didn't give him a choice before his lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. The feeling of his solid dick rolling against your skin making the butterflies go ramped in your stomach.
The way you licked over his bottom lip with your own made Jungkook weak, stumbling on his elbows as he held himself up over you. Soft groans could be heard the deeper the kiss became.
Messy and intimate. Your hand crept up the back of his neck to tug at the dark locks of hair on his head. There was a loud pop and the two of you paused.
With Jungkook between your legs and with you under him, your heads turned slowly towards the coffee table where the jar was, dedicated to the fermenting rabbit tail. "What the fuck is that?" Jungkook slowly sits up, "My roommate's boyfriend's weird biology shit. I dunno, it freaks me out too." You sit up, now remembering what the two of you were in the middle of doing.
"That shit's not gonna blow up or anything right." You gently peck him on the lips but his brain seems preoccupied by the jar, "who knows," you say, kissing right under his ear and that seemed to get him to zone in on you.
Catching his bottom lip under his teeth as your kisses became more eager, suckling on a certain spot on his neck, his head falling back against his will. "Fuck, Y/n-- Don't you dare." You pull off his soft skin with a soft pop, admiring the burgundy bruise left behind.
"Oops." Your apology was ingenuine and bratty, and Jungkook hated brats.
Tearing you out of your final pieces of clothing before manhandling you into his lap. "Sit on it." He demands and you follow without question. Moaning out loud as his dick spread your lips apart like butter.
Sliding down with ease and a stretch of your velvety walls that were currently squeezing Jungkook for everything he's got and he's got nothing left, everything was yours.
"I-Shit! You feel so good, Kook!" He couldn't bother to correct you on the annoying nickname you were incessant on using. "Yeah? You like that- fuck, you feel so good." He curses, bucking his hips up into you as you raise your hips trying to match his thrusts.
He was fucking you so good, so ruthlessly, your head falls onto his shoulder and you needed more than just the couch to hold on to, your teeth sank into the muscular meat of his shoulder and his pace faltered.
"Shit shit shit! Do that again." He groans, picking up an inhumane pace that had you bouncing all over the place until he stilled you in his arms. His grunts and breathy moans came out right beside your ear only pushing you to your orgasm faster.
"J-jungkook-!" You pant, unable to speak, feeling like your insides are being rearranged, "Me too, baby. Cum with me." You finish first, and with a few more unsynchronized snaps of his hips, you were being filled to the brim with his cum.
The room is filled with nothing but the sound of muffled music playing from your neighbour's next door and laboured breaths. Jungkook gently lays you down on the couch beside him, staring into your eyes.
This felt so intimate. You felt his gaze deeper than just behind your eyes, it was as if he was looking into your soul. His eyes were tinted red as he looked at you with an adoring gaze. "You're cute." He says it casually as though he hadn't just fucked you.
Your eyes roll before they close, feeling the sleepiness begin to kick in. "Bet you say that to all your customers." Mumbling the words into his chest while he began to grin a little.
"Nope. Only to my favourite." Your eyes shoot open.
"I knew it."
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