#bad boy jungkook

[shadowkoo]

Oh Brother

→ Summary: Things are bound to get messy when you fuck your brother’s best friend repeatedly. Better not get caught, for both of your sakes.

↠ jungkook x f.reader | 1.8k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, college au, pwp

→ Warnings: explicit and unprotected sex, dirty bathroom quickie, flashbacks to hooking up the night before, koo fucks you hard from behind, riding on his fingers, sloppy handjob, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed any!!

→ Author Note: soooooo part 2 coming soon 👀 what do we think?

“You didn’t say Jungkook was coming,” you say nervously after noticing him with the rest of your friend group at the bar. Fuck.

Your brother gives you a weird look, “Since when is that an issue? You’ve always gotten along with ‘Kook.”

You attempt to relax your shoulders and do your best to look as innocent as possible.

“Did something happen? Did he do something to you?” Jaemin quizzes you, failing to hide his ‘concerned brother’ act.

“No…Of course not!” Phantom kisses on your neck remind you that your statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. Jungkook did more than something to you last night, the faint bruises on your inner thighs and the soreness you feel today prove just how much he did…

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook immediately notices that his best friend has arrived with his ‘off-limits’ sister. Though you weren’t so off-limits last night…

Holding your stare, his lip curls up just the slightest into a very familiar smirk, one that he knows happens to drive you crazy.

“Hey man, we missed you last night,” Jaemin says, going in for the typical half-hug all guys do for whatever reason.

“Bro, no you didn’t,” Jungkook jokes, “You might’ve had an actual chance with the ladies since I took off so soon.”

“Fuck you,” Jaemin laughs, “I’m gonna grab a drink, you guys want anything?”

Jungkook lifts the beer bottle in his hand, “I’m good.”

“Same here, I’ll grab one when I’m, uh… ready.” Jungkook hasn’t stopped looking at you yet, causing you to stumble over your words.

Jaemin squints at the two of you, “You’re both acting so weird today.”

Jungkook tenses beside you, his body going stiff for just a moment, but his expression remains unreadable, refusing to spill any of the secrets swirling beneath the surface. It's as if he's mastered the art of control, locking away whatever turmoil or guilt threatens to slip through. Yet, the subtle clench of his jaw and the tightness in his posture tell you there’s more simmering just beneath his calm exterior.

“Kinda feels like an off-day,” he says, trying to play it cool. “Remind me to stick the next party out, will you?”

Jaemin’s normal smile returns. “Yeah because we both know how well you listen to me. I’ll be back in a bit. Relax, have some fun,” he says to you, knowing that you’ll try to find an empty corner to claim as your own sooner rather than later.

“So what then,” Jungkook starts when your brother is just out of earshot, “Are we going to pretend that last night never happened?”

“Wouldn’t that be the smart thing to do?”

“No.”

“No?” You’re surprised at his answer.

He pulls you aside, out of the eye of everyone you know, and kisses you hard. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” You don’t answer so he kisses you again, this time his tongue lingers on yours.

“Is that what you want?” he says after pulling back.

“No,” you breathe.

“Then tell me,” he urges, pushing you up against the wall, “What is it that you want, Y/N?”

You’re the one that pulls him in for another gut-twisting kiss this time. But it’s short-lived.

“What do you want,” he urges again, his hands gripping your sides causing your insides to melt all over.

“I want this,” you whine, running your hand over the front of his jeans, feeling his length pressing hard against the ungiving material, “I want you.”

“I could get used to hearing that,” he growls in your ear as he pulls you towards the bathroom that’s just around the corner.

His words trigger an instant flashback to last night, pulling you back to the moments that still cling to your mind. The thick tension, the rushing adrenaline, the way everything had unraveled so quickly—it all comes rushing back. 

Jungkook’s rough fingers tease your opening, gliding across your warmth with ease.

“Mmm. I could get used to this,” he smirks, enjoying the pleasure painted on your face as you lay sprawled out on your bed.

He hasn’t got a clue how he ended up this lucky. Just a few minutes ago he was hiding from a one-night-stand gone wrong, and now here he is, doing the unimaginable with his best friend’s little sister.

Though you aren’t so ‘little’ anymore, college has made sure of that.

Gone are the awkward haircuts, the childish features, and the gangly limbs that once defined you. In their place stands someone entirely transformed—sharp cheekbones, full lips (that are gorgeously parted right now), and an air of quiet confidence that wasn’t there before.

Your eyes, once wide with innocence, now hold a depth and intensity that speak of naughty experiences; experiences that now define a certain sparkle he discovers once he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Well don’t. This isn’t going to end well. You and I both know it,” you pant as his lips trail lower and lower along your bare chest until he’s hovering above your hardening nipples.

This is such a bad idea…

“Does that matter?” He questions, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Shouldn’t it?” You lean up on your elbows to look at him.

He pulls back to return your gaze, “It’s not like anyone has to know. Are you going to tell?” His voice is low, almost a whisper, daring you to break the silence hanging between you. The weight of his question lingers in the air, thick with the unspoken consequences.

You shake your head, but it feels like more than just an answer—it’s a surrender. No, you’re not going to tell. You can’t. The secret is now yours to keep forever, whatever happens tonight is just between the two of you.

“Exactly, so can we continue?”

This time, you nod, a hint of mischief curling at the edges of your lips. What’s the harm in indulging in a little secret fun? The thrill of keeping something just for yourselves sends a rush through you, making the moment feel even more electrifying.

There’s a rebellious allure in the secrecy, a temptation in knowing no one else has to find out. Your pulse quickens at the thought, excitement mingling with the danger of being caught, but you push that aside. 

Right now, it feels too good to care.

He gently lifts a hand to cup your cheek, his touch warm and tender. His lips brush against yours in a soft, fleeting kiss that lingers just long enough to stir something inside you. But then it deepens, growing more intense, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as the kiss intensifies. The fluttering in your stomach turns into a full rush of adrenaline, making your pulse race as you lean into him, lost in the moment.

“Wait,” you say in between his kisses, “Won’t they miss you down at the party?”

Jungkook chuckles as he pulls back once again, “They think I left to avoid Raina. And yes, before you ask, I’ll sneak out after. Now do you want to keep going, or should I leave now?”

“Don’t you dare leave,” you say, pulling him into another quick kiss, “I want this. I want you.”

Jungkook works his way back down your body, leaving warm kisses on your breasts, down your stomach, only to stop just above the waistband of your panties. His fingers slide underneath the fabric and linger where they once were. He looks up at you for permission to touch you again, which you quickly grant in need of feeling him feeling you.

You reach for him as his fingers dip into you, stretching you for what is to come. Jungkook hisses as your cold hand slips into his boxers, tugging on his half-hard length. Your lips move to his neck when he adds another finger inside of you, your head feeling fuzzy from the growing knot in your stomach. His mouth presses hard against yours as he flips you over so you’re on top of his hips. The perfect position for you to grind into his quickening fingers.

“Take this off,” he whispers, pulling at the back of your bra until it unhooks. Once rid of the lacy piece, he moves to your panties. Stripping off your final layers of clothing, you bare yourselves before climbing back into each other’s arms.

Jungkook’s kisses turn lazy as your body moves along on his girth, his breath catching in the back of his throat at how wonderful your wet center feels against his hardening length. Perching above him, you align yourselves before lowering slowly onto him.

The deep groan that leaves his lips could have been enough to send you over the edge just then. Especially as his arms encircle around your back while you bounce on him, throwing your head back at how good this feels, despite how bad it is that you’re fucking your brother’s best friend. 

None of that matters right now.

Jungkook flips you over and lifts your ass in the air so he can take you from behind. You have zero complaints. Clenching around his thick, throbbing member, your inner walls pulsate with each deep thrust. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you pant, “Right there, please. Right there!”

His member stretches your insides as he continues to pound into you from behind, filling you in the best way possible, expanding parts of you that you didn’t know could. His thrusts meet you with perfect precision and accuracy, bringing you so close to that edge again.

One of his hands wraps around your front, and the small circles he rubs in between your legs are exactly what you need. The coil snaps, sending you over the edge and into a spiral of hot pleasure, Jungkook following right behind you.

You lay there catching your breath while listening to each other’s beating hearts, ignoring the sounds of the party lingering on outside your bedroom door as you drift into a well-needed sleep. Tomorrow you can deal with the whole brother’s best friend thing.

The recent memory fades as you’re brought back to the present where Jungkook has you in a small, and probably hazardous, dingy bar bathroom. His lips replace the phantom kisses you felt earlier as he lifts you onto the sink counter.

“Hurry,” you whine while quickly undoing his jeans, silently praying that none of your friends notice the sudden absence of you and him. Hoping the shadows and noise of the crowd will keep your escape unnoticed. The last thing you need is for anyone to start asking questions, or worse, to catch on to what’s happening.

You prepare yourself for the good time you know is coming, and grip the sink tightly so you don’t crash into the mirror behind you from his powerful thrusts.

The bathroom door opens suddenly, and a pissed-off-looking Jaemin is standing there. His eyes drift to you sitting on the bathroom sink with your dress hiked up, then to Jungkook, standing in between your open, exposed legs, with his jeans loosened around his waist.

Jaemin’s face flushes crimson, the fury unmistakable as his eyes lock onto the scene unfolding before him. His fists clench at his sides, every muscle in his body tensing with barely contained rage. 

Across from him, Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, the tension crackling in the air around them.

“Oh brother….”

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𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,

"𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀"

𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,

"𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆".

𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪     𝗗𝗢̸𝗪𝗡         

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Twenty Two

The low hum of machinery greeted me as I walked into the expansive manufacturing wing of the design company. The air smelled faintly of metal, oil, and fresh leather, and the large overhead lights cast a bright sheen over the nearly finished car sitting in the center of the room. My car—or, rather Jungkook’s.

The sight of it sent a mixture of pride and anxiety coursing through me. This was the culmination of months of work, countless sleepless nights, and hours upon hours of pouring my heart into every detail. And now, I was here to oversee the final stages of its creation.

Workers moved swiftly around the room, their movements practiced and precise. Each of them had a specific task to complete, and despite the occasional buzz of conversation, there was an air of focused determination. I could feel the weight of their dedication, and it made me stand a little taller. This wasn’t just my accomplishment—it was ours.

As I walked closer to the car, my breath caught. Even under the industrial lighting, it looked stunning. The sleek lines of the exterior, the way the shape of it seemed to embody both power and elegance—it was everything I had imagined and more. I circled the car, my eyes scanning over the interior through the slightly ajar door.

The seats were perfectly crafted, their stitching precise and clean. The dashboard was minimalistic but functional, with a subtle touch of sophistication. Everything about it screamed luxury, but not in an overwhelming or gaudy way. It was balanced.

I exhaled slowly, a faint smile forming on my lips. Seeing it in front of me, so close to completion, filled me with a sense of accomplishment I hadn’t felt in years.

“Excuse me,” I called softly to a worker nearby, a middle-aged man hunched over a leather seat, inspecting the stitching.

He glanced up at me and immediately straightened, brushing his hands against his uniform. “Yes, ma’am?”

I gestured toward the car. “How’s everything coming along? Any issues I should be aware of?”

The man smiled faintly, his face lined with both age and experience. “It’s coming along well. We’re finishing the interior fittings now, making sure everything is secure. Once that’s done, we’ll do a final check on the engine and electronics. Shouldn’t be much longer now.”

I nodded, impressed. “That’s great to hear. You’ve all done an incredible job. It’s one thing to see it on paper, but to see it here…” I trailed off, gesturing toward the car. “It’s amazing.”

His smile grew a little wider, a hint of pride in his expression. “Thank you, ma’am. That means a lot coming from you.”

I spent the next hour moving around the room, talking to the workers, asking questions, and offering input where it felt necessary. Each person I spoke to was polite and respectful, but there was also a quiet pride in the way they discussed their work. They weren’t just building a car—they were bringing my vision to life.

But just as I began to feel a sense of ease, the sound of the door opening cut through the room.

It wasn’t a loud sound, but it was enough to stop everyone in their tracks. The workers who had been bustling about suddenly froze, their conversations dying mid-sentence. All eyes turned toward the entrance as a man in a sharp black suit and dark sunglasses stepped inside.

The air shifted immediately. There was an unspoken tension that seemed to ripple through the room, and I couldn’t help but glance around, confused.

One by one, the workers began to bow, their heads lowering in a show of respect.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Who was this man, and why was everyone acting like this?

The man’s gaze swept across the room, cold and assessing, before landing on me. His expression hardened, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

“Do you have any manners?” he asked sharply, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

I blinked, caught completely off guard. “I—uh—”

Before I could say anything coherent, the worker next to me leaned in, his voice low. “That’s the CEO,” he whispered urgently.

My stomach dropped. My eyes widened as realisation dawned, and I immediately bowed deeply, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m so sorry, sir,” I stammered, my voice shaking slightly.

The CEO didn’t respond. He didn’t even acknowledge me, his gaze already moving past me as he walked further into the room. His presence was commanding, and the sound of his polished shoes against the floor seemed unnaturally loud in the tense silence.

He stopped in front of the leading worker, a tall man who looked visibly nervous under the CEO’s gaze.

“How’s the car?” the CEO asked, his tone clipped and to the point.

The worker swallowed hard before answering. “It’s on schedule, sir. We’re just finalising the details now.”

The CEO’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It better be perfect,” he said coldly. “If there’s a single flaw, you’ll all be out of a job. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” the worker said quickly, bowing his head.

The CEO lingered for a moment longer before turning back toward me. His expression was unreadable behind his sunglasses, but I could feel his gaze on me as he approached.

“And who the hell are you?” he asked, his tone sharp and demanding.

I straightened up, forcing myself to meet his gaze despite the lump forming in my throat. “I’m the designer of this car, sir,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, a smirk formed on his lips. “So, you’re the girl Jeon took pity on.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to respond, to defend myself, but no words came out. I was too stunned, too confused.

The CEO didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked away, his presence lingering in my mind long after he left the room.

I stood there in silence, his words echoing in my head. Took pity on me? What did he mean by that?

By the time the workers and I wrapped things up, the weight of the interaction was still pressing heavily on my chest. I thanked the team for their hard work, offering them a small smile despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

As I stepped out of the building, the cool evening air brushed against my skin, bringing with it a fleeting moment of clarity. The quiet hum of the city in the background, the faint scent of rain lingering from earlier in the day—all of it felt distant, like the world was moving around me but I wasn’t really part of it.

I paused for a moment, standing on the pavement, trying to steady my breathing. I should’ve gone straight to Jungkook’s house. That was the plan. But my feet felt heavy, unwilling to move in that direction. Instead, as if pulled by some invisible thread, I found myself wandering aimlessly toward a nearby park.

The park was deserted, the fading light of the evening casting long, soft shadows across the pathways. Everything was painted in shades of orange and purple, the sky above shifting into the twilight. There was a tranquility here, a stillness that felt almost sacred, but it did nothing to ease the storm brewing inside me.

I spotted a bench tucked beneath a tall oak tree, its branches stretching out like arms offering solace. Without thinking, I sank onto it, the weight of the day pressing down on me. Leaning back, I closed my eyes, hoping for even a brief reprieve from the chaos in my mind.

But there was no escaping it.

It all came rushing back at once—the piercing disappointment in my mother’s voice when I first told her I wanted to be a designer, the sharp sting of her words as she dismissed my dreams as childish and impractical. I could still hear her telling me that I was throwing my life away, that I would regret wasting my potential.

And then there was the CEO. The way he looked at me, as if I was nothing. As if my presence there was an insult. His words replayed in my mind on an endless loop.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Was that really how people saw me? Someone to be pitied? Was all of this—my work, my effort, my passion—just some act of charity in their eyes?

The thought made my chest tighten, the air around me feeling suddenly suffocating. I groaned softly, leaning forward and burying my face in my hands.

I had worked so hard to put myself out there, to prove that I was more than what people thought of me. But no matter how far I came, it felt like there was always someone ready to tear me down, to remind me that I wasn’t good enough. That I didn’t belong.

The more I thought about it, the heavier it felt, like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it harder and harder to breathe. My eyes stung with the threat of tears, but I forced them back, refusing to let them fall.

I pushed myself to stand, hoping that moving would help clear my mind. My steps were slow at first, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet barely registering. I focused on the sound, letting it ground me, each step a small reminder that I was still here, still moving forward, even if it felt like the world was trying to pull me back.

The trees around me swayed gently in the evening breeze, their leaves rustling softly like whispers of comfort. I tried to focus on that—the beauty of the moment, the quiet rhythm of nature—but it was like trying to hold onto water. Every time I thought I had a grip on it, it slipped through my fingers, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts.

The sky was darker now, the last remnants of sunlight fading into the horizon. The park was growing quieter, the faint sound of crickets beginning to fill the air. I stopped walking, taking a deep breath and letting the cool air fill my lungs.

But then, a quiet sob caught my attention.

Turning toward the sound, I saw a little girl sitting on the edge of a fountain, her shoulders shaking as she cried.

I hurried over, crouching down beside her, my heart squeezing at the sight of her small, trembling frame. “Hey, sweetheart,” I said softly, keeping my voice calm and gentle so I wouldn’t scare her. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

She sniffled, looking up at me with wide, tear-streaked eyes. Her face was flushed from crying, and she kept wiping at her nose with the back of her tiny hand. “I… I can’t find my mommy,” she said, her voice shaking as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh no,” I murmured, feeling a pang of sadness for her. “It’s okay. We’ll find her, I promise. Can you tell me your name?”

“Sophia,” she whispered, hiccupping slightly.

“That’s a beautiful name, Sophia,” I said, offering her a small, reassuring smile. “I’m going to help you find your mom, okay? Do you remember what she looks like or what she’s wearing?”

She nodded, sniffing again as she rubbed at her eyes with her sleeve. “She… she’s wearing a blue dress. And she has long hair, like mine.”

I smiled softly, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. “That’s really helpful. Thank you for telling me. Let’s walk around the park together, and we’ll find her in no time. Does that sound good?”

She hesitated for a moment, her big eyes searching mine for reassurance. Finally, she nodded and slipped her small, trembling hand into mine. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping it would make her feel a little safer.

We began walking slowly along the gravel path, my eyes scanning the park for any sign of a woman in a blue dress. The park wasn’t too crowded, but there were still enough people wandering around to make the search challenging. I could feel Sophia’s grip on my hand tightening with every passing moment.

“Do you come to this park often?” I asked, trying to distract her from her growing anxiety.

She nodded shyly. “Mommy and I come here after school sometimes,” she said, her voice small. “But today, I was playing on the slide, and then I couldn’t find her anymore.”

“It’s okay,” I said gently, my thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes we just get turned around. But I promise we’ll find her soon, and everything will be okay.”

We continued walking, stopping now and then to look around. I crouched down once to check behind the playground equipment, but there was no sign of anyone matching her description. The more time passed, the more I could feel her unease.

“What’s your mommy’s name?” I asked, glancing down at her.

“Emma,” she said quietly, her grip tightening on my hand.

“That’s a lovely name,” I said with a smile. “You know, Sophia, you’re really brave. Not everyone would stay so calm in a big park like this. Your mommy is going to be so proud of you when we find her.”

She looked up at me, her tears momentarily forgotten as a tiny, bashful smile appeared on her lips.

We walked a little further when suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out, panicked and desperate. “Sophia! Sophia, where are you?”

Sophia froze, her head snapping up at the sound. Her eyes widened, and she let go of my hand, spinning around. “Mommy!” she cried, her small voice cutting through the air as she bolted in the direction of the voice.

A woman came running toward us from across the park, her face pale and tear-streaked, her hair disheveled as if she’d been frantically searching. She was wearing a flowing blue dress, and her eyes immediately locked onto Sophia.

The woman’s steps faltered for a brief moment, her body trembling as relief washed over her. Then she ran forward and scooped Sophia into her arms, holding her so tightly it was as if she was afraid to let go.

“Oh my God,” the woman sobbed, her voice breaking as she buried her face in Sophia’s hair. “I thought I lost you. I thought—” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, her words dissolving into quiet cries of relief.

Sophia clung to her mother’s neck, her tiny arms wrapping around her tightly. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” she whispered, her voice muffled.

“No, no, sweetheart,” the woman said, pulling back to cup her daughter’s face. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was so scared…” Her voice cracked again as she pulled Sophia close once more.

I stayed back for a moment, watching the reunion with a soft smile. There was something so raw and beautiful about the way they held onto each other, as if the world around them didn’t exist.

Sophia eventually turned her head, pointing toward me. “Mommy, the pretty lady helped me. She found me.”

The woman’s tearful gaze shifted to me, and she took a hesitant step forward, still holding Sophia close. “You… you helped her?”

I nodded, feeling a little shy under her emotional gaze. “She told me she couldn’t find you, so we walked around the park together until we did. I’m just glad you’re both okay.”

The woman’s eyes filled with fresh tears, and she stepped closer, clutching Sophia with one arm while reaching out to me with the other. “Thank you,” she said, her voice trembling with gratitude. “Thank you so much. I don’t even know what I would’ve done if…” She trailed off, shaking her head as her voice broke.

I gave her a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to thank me. I’m just happy Sophia is safe and that you’re back together. That’s all that matters.”

The woman gave me a watery smile, her grip on Sophia tightening protectively. “Is there… is there anything I can do to repay you? Anything at all?”

I shook my head, feeling genuinely touched by her gratitude. “No, really. You don’t need to do anything. Just seeing you two together again is enough.”

She nodded, her expression softening as she looked at me. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice quieter this time but no less sincere.

With a final smile, I gave a small wave to Sophia, who waved back shyly before resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. They turned and walked away, their silhouettes bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.

I watched them until they disappeared into the distance, a faint pang of something bittersweet tugging at my chest. For a moment, I let myself think about what it must feel like to have someone love you so fiercely, to hold you as if letting go was impossible.

A memory of my mother and I flashed through my mind—her laughing as she spun me around in the park when I was a child, the warmth of her embrace as she told me I was her little miracle. I couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across my lips.

But just as quickly, the smile faded. That version of her—the mother who adored me, who believed in me—felt like a distant dream now. The reality of her disappointment, her harsh words, and the cold distance between us slammed into me like a wave, leaving me breathless.

I shoved those thoughts aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. There was no point dwelling on what I couldn’t change.

The park had grown quieter, the sun now just a faint glow on the horizon. I turned toward the exit, shoving my hands into my pockets as I walked. My steps felt heavier, weighed down by the emotions swirling inside me, but for now I just needed to keep moving.

When I finally reached the front door of Jungkook’s house, I slipped inside as quietly as I could, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. All I wanted was to sneak into my room, collapse onto the bed, and maybe sort through my tangled thoughts later. But the moment the door clicked shut, a voice rang out, sharp and cutting.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

I froze in place, my hand still on the doorknob. Slowly, I turned to see Jungkook standing in the hallway, his tall frame illuminated by the faint glow of the light above. His hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly. He was dressed in a black tank top that showed the strain of his tense shoulders and joggers that hung low on his hips, but it was the look on his face that stopped me cold. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch, and his dark eyes burned with fury—and something else I couldn’t place.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with restrained anger. Each word felt like it had been bitten out, dripping with frustration.

I blinked at him, too taken aback to respond right away. “I needed to get some air,” I said trying to move past him.

His brow furrowed deeper, his gaze hardening. “That’s your excuse?” He scoffed, his tone incredulous. “Do you have any idea how long you’ve been gone? How many fucking times I tried to call you? I—” He stopped abruptly, his lips pressing into a thin line as though he refused to finish the thought.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” I mumbled, avoiding his piercing stare.

“Not a big deal?” His voice rose slightly, his anger breaking through his usual composure. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “Disappearing for hours without a word and ignoring your phone isn’t a big deal to you? Do you know how irresponsible that is?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” I snapped, my own frustration bubbling to the surface. “I just needed to be alone for a while, okay? Is that such a crime?”

He let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “It’s not about whether it’s a crime,” he shot back. “It’s about the fact that I’m responsible for you.”

That stopped me in my tracks. “Responsible for me?” I repeated, my voice laced with disbelief.

“Yes,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re working under me, which means your safety is my responsibility. And you disappearing like that without a word? It puts me in a position I shouldn’t have to be in.”

I stared at him, caught off guard by the sheer force of his conviction. But instead of backing down, my irritation flared. I didn’t need anyone to feel responsible for me—not after everything I’d been through. “I don’t need a babysitter,” I said sharply, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I definitely don’t need you to pity me.”

“Pity you?” His eyes flashed, and he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “You think this is pity?”

“Isn’t it?” I countered, my voice trembling but defiant. “You’re acting like I can’t handle myself, like I’m some helpless kid you have to look after.”

“That’s not what this is,” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “This is about you being reckless. Do you even realise how selfish that is? You didn’t think about anyone else—about how your actions might affect the people around you.”

For a moment, the only sound in the hallway was the sharpness of our breathing. His words cut deep, not because they were cruel but because they were true in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

I shook my head, stepping back from him. “Stop with your fucking pity,” My voice cracked, but I refused to let him see the vulnerability clawing at me. “I don’t need it.”

His jaw tightened, the tension radiating off him in waves. “Again with this bullshit,” he growled, his voice sharp as a blade. “Stop putting words in my mouth. I don’t pity you.”

I scoffed, turning on my heel, trying to walk past him and toward the stairs. “Just leave me alone—”

Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm with enough force to spin me around. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm, and it sent a shiver down my spine. His dark eyes burned into mine, his expression a storm of frustration and something I couldn’t quite name.

“Don’t act like a brat,” he snapped, his tone low but dangerous. “And stop twisting this into something it’s not. You want to keep throwing that word around? Fine. I’ll show you pity.”

I blinked, confused and alarmed. “What—”

“Move,” he interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I opened my mouth to protest, shaking my head instinctively. “No. I’m not—”

He turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing as he looked back at me. His tone was like ice. “I won’t repeat myself.”

Something in his voice made my breath hitch. I exhaled sharply, my mind racing, but I forced my legs to move. My body betrayed me, drawn to the intensity radiating off him despite every warning screaming in my head.

I followed him up the stairs in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. His broad shoulders were tense, his muscles flexing with every step. When we reached his room, he pushed the door open with more force than necessary, stepping inside. I hesitated at the threshold, feeling a mix of trepidation and anticipation curling in my stomach.

“Inside,” he commanded, not even looking back at me as he stepped further into the room.

I bit the inside of my cheek, taking a shaky step inside. The moment I was in, he turned and shut the door behind me with a sharp click. The sound echoed in the tense silence, and I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

He didn’t say anything as he turned to face me. Instead, he grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it off in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. My eyes widened, immediately drawn to the ink decorating his skin, the way his muscles shifted and flexed with every movement.

“Get on the bed,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I froze, my breath catching. “Jungkook—”

“Do it,” he interrupted, his tone brooking no argument.

A part of me wanted to argue, to push back against his dominance, but another part of me—the part that was drowning in the overwhelming intensity of the moment—couldn’t move. Slowly, I took a step back, then another, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed.

I sank down onto it, my mind spinning, my body trembling with a confusing mix of fear and desire.

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine, his gaze like a predator sizing up its prey. “You want to say that I took you in out of pity?” he asked, his tone mocking. “Then fine, I’ll fuck you like the pitiful bitch you are.”

I stared back at him, my chest rising and falling as a chaotic mix of fear and arousal tangled itself inside me. His gaze was unrelenting, pinning me in place, and I hated how much I wanted to crumble under it.

Every rational part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be turned on by the dominance in his eyes or the subtle edge of danger in his voice, but my body betrayed me. It was maddening, the way my pulse quickened, the way heat pooled low in my stomach.

My breath hitched, my skin alive with anticipation, and before I could think, before I could stop myself or question the consequences, the words slipped past my lips like a challenge I wasn’t even sure I wanted to win.

“Do it then.”

Next

[bighitfics]

Can please recommend some good uni badboi!Jungkook fics? Like grumpy x sunshine typa ones?

these are the ogs! you won’t be dissatisfied fs ✊🏼😌 hope you have an enjoyable time reading my love <3

@cherricherryy (ps pardon me for replying so late I’ve been busy) 🫂

evolution of a lover’s heart by @/jeonstudios

subdued stallion by wattpad author

monstrously sinful love by wattpad author.

my melody by wattpad author

[jeongguks-s]

So cute :(

[onlyswan]

i love him so much 🥹

[azucarmorena97]

Moth to Flame (Yoongi Short)

A/N: This is connected to Yoongi's part in my BTS As Cliched School Tropes piece

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, some smoke escaping the corners of his mouth as he tries to hold it in for as long as possible. He stares across the water at the distant lights. Your stomach is doing cartwheels as you wait for him to say something...anything. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" You ask, heart pounding loudly in your ears; you're trying desperately to hold back your tears. "Nothing to say," He shrugs, the cold expression never leaving his face. "Nothing to say, huh?" You repeat, letting out a bitter laugh. "The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

At this point, tears are streaming down your face and your lip is trembling beyond your control. You don't need this. Any of it.

"Well...glad I finally know where I stand..." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage. You stand up and dust yourself off, not wanting any remnants of this abandoned and decrepit building- or relationship- on your clothes when you get home tonight. Without another word, you turn around and walk out the way you came.

Yoongi's POV:

I can't bring myself to say a word just yet. I need to build the courage- especially because after this, it's all over. No take-backs, no redos, and absolutely no I'm sorry. It feels like my heart is gonna burst from my chest.

"Watch your fucking back, because I'm coming for you and your entire block."

The words play on a loop in my head, looming over me like a curse. I should've never let her get mixed up in this. I should've been more careful...I should've never gotten close to her in the first place.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asks, her eyes doe-like and innocent...and so full of pain. Pain...because of me.

"Just...wanted to talk." "Okay...are you gonna start with the picture?" "What picture?" I pretend to not to know- in fact, I'm pretending like I wasn't the one to send it to her through the burner phone in the first place. She reaches into her pocket and takes out her phone, meanwhile, I brace myself so that I'm ready to keep the lie going. She turns her phone around, showing me the picture I coordinated for Jimin to take of me kissing Jennie.

I feel so horrible as I glance at the screen and then at Y/n's beautifully broken face... What I wouldn't do to tell her the truth. To hold her in my arms and comfort her- tell her it was all a lie.

But I can't comfort her. Not this time.

"What about it?" I won't even meet her gaze again. I might just break down if I do. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" I can tell she's trying to keep her voice steady, but it's no use- I know she's wavering. "Nothing to say..." "Nothing to say, huh?"

I'm so sorry for this, my beautiful girl...

"The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

In that moment, I can almost audibly hear her heart shatter to pieces, meanwhile, my world is crumbling at my feet...my own doing.

When I see the tears falling, I almost break, myself, but I have to be strong. "Well...glad I finally know where I stand..."

When she turns around to leave, I almost reach out to pull her back but then I remember

that this is only small price to pay to keep her safe... to keep her alive.

Lemme know what you think! DM's, requests always open for short stories/prompts/suggestions for existing stories! <3

[jeonbunnie]

just finished crying my eyes out to love is gone & why do i lowkey want oc to have a major glow up, run into jungkook months later & him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life like i want him to grovel so bad for her just so he feels a little bit of what she felt … omg 😭

I can totally see it 😌

He runs into you six months later, and the realization hits him like a truck. He fucked up.

You're out with your friends sitting at the bar, looking hot as fuck in tight little number he'd love to peel off you if your were still his. But you're not. And the only person he has to blame for that is him.

And maybe he's had a few drinks, but all he can think about is how pretty you look. Your skin is glowing, and your smile is brighter than he's ever seen, radiant like the sun. Suddenly, it hits him that this smile is not for him. That you'd smile might never be his again, and he's desperate.

He'd do anything to have that kind of sunshine in his life again.

“(Y/n)?”

It's not even a choice to call your name. It just happens. And yeah, maybe he's a little drunk, and if he were sober, he'd have the decency to leave you alone, but he just can't.

One minute, you're locking eyes; the next, he's chasing after you in the crowd, asking you to wait, to just hear me out.

You don't stop for even a second. It's not until you're out of the club and halfway down the street that Jeongguk even manages to catch your jacket and bring you to a pause.

“(Y/n), please. Just wait—"

"What? What do you want, Jeongguk? What could you possibly want with me now?"

Jeongguk wants so much he doesn't know where to start. He tried to apologize, to tell you it was a mistake. He was so, so stupid to think he could ever live without you.

It's been a couple of months since Jeongguk left your bed and walked out of your life. The moment he left your side, he regretted it. And with every step he took away from you, the feeling of dread only got stronger.

He tried to brush it off, tried to reason it out. Things were still fresh; of course, he'd still feel an emotional connection to you. It would pass. Right?

Except it didn't. That empty, hollow, missing feeling didn't go away.

Not when he moved out. Not when he got his own empty, lonely apartment. Not even when Jeongguk tried dating again. Because no one he dated could compare to you.

That ache for you stayed. Always.

He wanted to tell you all of this, but he can't tell by the look on your face that he only has a couple of minutes—hell—seconds before you turn around and leave him behind. This time for good.

So Jeon Jeongguk kneeled, his knees pressing into the hard concrete beneath him. It was gravelly, and he could feel wet spots sink into his jeans from when it rained outside earlier, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about the mess.

All he cared about was you.

Jeongguk begs. "Please. Please give me another chance."

"What? You broke up with me, remember?" You moved to pull away, but Jeongguk held your hand, anything to keep you near.

"It was a mistake. Ending us was a mistake."

"Jeongguk… you're drunk. You won't even mean this in the morning."

"I mean it! I mean it."

I regret it every day." Jeongguk leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against your thighs. Maybe it's a little pathetic, but he can't help himself; he needs to be close to you in any way he can. "Can't we just start over?"

"Jeongguk…"

Jeongguk looked up at you then, his nose red and his lashes wet with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He means it; he really does. Jeongguks hasn't been more sorry about anything in his life.

"If you give me another chance, I won't ever let you go again. Say yes. Please?"

Please, please, please?

[swmeltem]

I thought I was too mature a woman to like vagrant men, but I would do anything to have a toxic relationship with this Agust D💘

[alphabetboyluvr]

Can I request jungkook talking about how much he likes byeol to jimin? Or smth that shows jk pining after her heheh

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 827 (i am incapable of keeping things short (!)) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | i’d argue this is more fawning than pining, but i wanted it to be fairly early on in the narrative!! We have a small time skip during BD #6 - i think it belongs in there!! maybe a little later!! idk!!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Was different last night, wasn’t it?” Jungkook mindlessly hums as he picks at the leftover pizza on the coffee table. Doesn’t even really want it. Just wants the perfectly circular pepperoni that’s embedded in the top of the slice, but eventually decides against it, knowing it’s been sitting out for way too long. 

“Hm?” Jimin grumbles from the sofa, scrolling on his phone, paying Jungkook very little attention.

Jimin's still a bit hungover, but The Notebook has been watched already, and a Powerade has been inhaled at such a speed Jungkook thought it’d come right back out through his nose. He’s as good as he’ll get for the remainder of the day.

Just back from the gym, Jungkook is in far better shape than Jimin is right now - but it makes sense. He was behind the bar last night, just like he is most nights.

“DB’s glitter,” Jungkook adds, as if that would have been a logical conclusion for Jimin to have reached from his vague questioning. Fails to realise it's only him with the constant thoughts of you. “Was different, wasn’t it?”

Chunkier, he thinks. More noticeable, or at least, easier to count the flecks. 

Still pretty. Always pretty. 

“Y’know, she was joking that it’s a men repellent,” Jungkook smiles fondly, remembering the way you always shine underneath the lights of Dionysus. “How mad is that? Glitter? Men repellent? Makes no sense.” 

He fails to realise that your comments are less about attraction, more about men who like to act without thinking of consequences. Glitter leaves a trace - of which Jungkook’s learned the easy way, his pillows still saturated in teeny tiny sparkles from that one time you crashed in his room. 

Those traces become evidence. Keeps the men with girlfriends away, and warns off the pathetic excuses of men who don’t understand boundaries. Less of man repellent, more of a scumbag barrier.

It’s also fun to be a walking disco ball, which is your primary reason for coating yourself in the stuff, even if the nickname is slightly less than favourable. You give them all glares whenever you hear it, but you only blush when it’s Jungkook saying the magic words.

“Always notice it,” Jungkook continues, a little smile resting on his boyish lips. As he toys with his lip ring, it glistens in the mid-morning light. “Glitter, I mean. Whenever girls come to the bar, now. If they’re wearing glitter, I’m always like, ‘Huh. You’re probably fun.’ Not in, like, a weird way. Just that… maybe they’re like DB. Y’know?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin agrees. “Fun, yeah.”

“No one else wears it better, though,” Jungkook praises. Is utterly lost in memories of you from the night before.

The way you had giggled every time a Purple Starfucker was passed over the bar. The messy space buns you'd had in your hair, and how there was even glitter in them. The pout you'd given him as you'd said goodbye, and the way Danbi had literally dragged you to the door, those cosmic calamities you like to call eyes still on him.

Smiling, as if he's just won an eBay bid for another 'sculpture' to add to his collection, Jungkook mindlessly continues his train of thought.

“DB just… well, she is glitter, isn’t she? Like a… Like a little shooting star. I always think that, y’know. Whenever she’s in the club. Just zooming about like a little shooting star.” 

His smile is so sweet, eyes so sparkly - just like they always are whenever he thinks of you.

“You’ve got a zoom meeting?” Jimin finally looks up from his phone, expression a little vacant. “With who?”

“What?”

“Sorry, were you talking?” Jimin bares his teeth a little awkwardly. Hadn’t been listening at all. Hadn’t even realised he’d been responding.

Had been too engrossed in a 5-Minute Crafts video. Was far more interested in seeing how they’d turn a pair of shoelaces into a pencil - resin is how, and an industrial size drill that no regular household would ever need. Disappointing. Still, he’d watched the entire thing.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Jungkook frowns, yet to realise that it’s a blessing in disguise. Jimin would never let it go.

“...Yes?”

The roll of Jungkook’s eyes is subtle as he heads into his bedroom. Has an assignment to finish off. Can’t be dilly-dallying, fawning over fuckin’ glitter.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls back, just before he turns into his room. “You and DB… that’s like… that’s not a thing, right?”

“DB?” Jimin glances over to Jungkook, curious by his line of questioning. Shakes his head. “Nothing more than what it was.”

“So you guys aren’t, like…”

Hooking up? Mutually interested? Intending on round two?

“Why?” Jimin smirks, not needing him to finish. “You got a crush?”

“No,” Jungkook defends almost too quickly. “Just curious. S’all.”

“No,” Jimin mimics. Jungkook groans, slamming his door shut, which just earns a laugh from his housemate. Doesn’t believe him for a second. “Just curious.”

“SHUT UP!” 

Jimin laughs again, then shakes his head. Is quiet, as he mutters to himself. “Cute.”

[1-strawberry-1]

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[eiyalist]

Some of my saved images on my phone. Anyone see the theme?

I can honestly say that warm up helps. The first one in a boss and a babe and it’s messy. The last one is Jungkook and here I’m starting to get the hang of it.

[bonny-kookoo]

heloooo bonny, what's your favorite track from golden??👀👀✨✨

Probably Shot glass of tears. Standing next to you is great, but the chorus feels like it's edging me all the time I don't know how to explain it haha but it's growing on me the more I listen to it.

[cookiesuga55]

🍟+🍦

*cackles* being a switch is like... eating salty, then needing sweet... then needing salty again- and back and forth because each one on their own is fine; but TOGETHER----- it's its own kind of satisfying--

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