#boxer!gguk

[euphorajeon]

trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m)

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college au, slight coffee shop au (?)

— word count: 12.4k

— warnings: pov change after the first part (its kinda obvious.. i hope), sleeveless jk, jealous jk, like really jealous, side character yoongi, cameo jimin and hoseok, they work tgt in a coffee shop, boxer!jk is back to his nature (he's boxing again, at last), cocky jk (but he's hot so its ok), usual banter between jk and oc, also banter between oc and jimin, mentions of cuts and bruises from boxing, references to the movie Real Steel, uhh what else i dont rmb anything else this thing is GIANT for me, smut in the form of: kissing, marking (hickeys), making out, an attempt at dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants, hint at unprotected penetrative sex at the end (don't do this!). [pls lmk if i missed smth]

— summary: a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.

— author's note: okay first of all full disclosure i started this in sept 2022 and just finished it today ^_^ i tried to edit it as best as i could, so if you see any mistakes, pls kindly... ignore... thank you... ^_^ that aside, i also feel the need to disclose that this is only my second time attempting to write smut so pls.. be kind.. hehe. okay! i hope you enjoy this absolute giant baby of mine!!

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There’s an advantage to knowing someone for years. Jeon Jeongguk can attest to this fact from first-hand experiences he’d had with you throughout the many years you both have known each other. He’s seen you cry after you almost drowned when you were ten and you’ve seen him throw up his breakfast after drinking skimmed milk when he was twelve, where both life-threatening experiences had been deemed not serious by young-you and young-Jeongguk who used both experiences as means to roast each other. (Though growing up, your hands automatically grabbed the whole milk carton when grocery shopping with him and he’s never let you go within a five-meter radius of a swimming pool without his supervision.)

Years of friendship with you has also given him the advantage of being familiar with your likes and dislikes, from trivial ones like how you don’t drink coffee because it upsets your stomach to more serious ones like the type of boys you would date in your teen years. He’s never had a problem with the former, instead using it as another mean to annoy you (“You can’t drink coffee? What are you? A child?”), but the latter had always bugged him for reasons unknown prior to his big epiphany a little over a year ago. (Spoiler alert: it was the first time he came home with piercings on his eyebrow and lower lip, when he tempted you into kissing him stupid.)

Now he’s confident that the type of a boy you’d date would be someone who is handsome, tall, has a great smile and tattooed bulging biceps on the side. Add a lip piercing (and a fake tongue one!) as well and he’s sure you’re never going to look at other boys ever again. If you do, well, he’d just make the piercing on his tongue a permanent one, even though that means he wouldn’t be able to kiss you for weeks after. But as said earlier, he’s confident that you only have eyes for him alone.

With that same confidence, Jeongguk struts through the glass door of the coffee shop you’re working at for the summer, going up to the counter with a grin painted on his features. Said grin goes unnoticed by you, though, as you’re busy taking the order of the person in front of him. His lips stay tilted upwards as he watches you work, writing the customer’s name on the cup with your big, round, cute handwriting. Only when you’re done taking the order and the customer’s cup has been given to your coworker do you notice his presence, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

“Hi, what can I get you today?” you greet him in your customer-service voice and smile like you do any other customer that has come before him. Jeongguk gives you an amused smile, making you chuckle as you key in his order even before he says it himself. He eyes the small screen in front of him that displays his usual choice of beverage, making a sound to stop you from ringing him up.

“Actually,” he says when you hum in question, “could you add milk to that? Make it a latte?”

“You want a latte?” you emphasize the last word, making sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Like, with milk and foam on top?”

“Uh-huh,” Jeongguk confirms, leaning his elbows on the counter to stare at you as you change his order from an americano to a latte. “Can I also order you on the side? Look too good not to be devoured,” he adds, a sleazy smirk on his lips.

You scrunch up your face at his innuendo, his words hard to believe when you’re wearing a murky brown apron and a matching cap on your head. “I’m adding a brownie,” you deadpan. “That would be seven dollars.”

“You don’t want anything?” Jeongguk asks as he straightens up, hand reaching for his wallet to take out his credit card. “No coffee though, babe.”

“Nope, I’m good,” you answer as you accept the card Jeongguk hands you, swiping it through the card reader. “Yoongi said I can try the new menu in large for free! I’m saving calories for that so no sugar allowed for now.”

His forehead creases upon hearing the new name. “Yoongi? Who’s Yoongi?”

“Him,” you tilt your head towards a mint-haired guy who’s busy making all the drinks, hands skillfully moving from one cup to another. It’s a wonder how he doesn’t spill even a drop of liquid. “I’ll introduce you later but now you have to move, there’s a line. Shoo.”

Jeongguk gives you a playful pout as a protest but complies with your request to move, sliding down to the pick up counter as you greet the next customer in line. There are two people lined up after him, barely a line like you made it sound like, but he figures because it’s an hour before closing that you consider any amount above one person a line. He also notices that you and the mint guy (Yoongi, was it?) are the only ones manning the counter, so it’s not like you have any spare time to deal with him given the amount of work that has to be done.

“An iced latte and brownie for Jeongguk!” Mint guy shouts as he slides the drink and dessert on the counter, lingering for a second when he sees Jeongguk’s hands reaching for his order. Mint guy’s gaze trails up his arms to his face, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s confused ones. Recognition bleeds into his cat-like eyes as his mouth forms into an O shape.

“Kiddo’s boyfriend?”

The low baritone of his voice is unexpected, though that’s not the only thing throwing Jeongguk for a loop. ‘Kiddo’? He has a nickname for you??

Mint guy—Yoongi!—doesn’t take his lack of response personally, instead opting to turn around and talk to you who have just finished taking orders from the customers. Jeongguk can’t hear what words you and Yoongi are throwing around, but from the way you glance at him, it looks like the mint-haired guy is just trying to confirm the answer to his two-worded question directed at Jeongguk earlier.

Your response to Yoongi’s inquiry makes the guy give you double pats on your cap-covered head, triggering a laugh to come out of both of you. While Yoongi’s laugh looks like he’s teasing you good-naturedly, yours looks like a shy one if the pink dusting your cheeks are any indication. It prompts a scowl to appear on Jeongguk’s handsome visage, furrowed brows and clenched jaw. It is not in your nature to get shy.

As much as he wants to stay rooted to the pick-up counter to keep you and Yoongi in his close watch, he has to move his ass somewhere less crowded to avoid getting eye-fucked by the girl next to him who has been staring at his tattoos for the past five minutes. Prior to dating you, anyone who displays interest in his tattoos would make pride swell in his chest, an ego-booster guaranteed to make his day a thousand times better. He used to subtly flex whenever he caught someone looking at his sleeve tattoos, an equally subtle wink on the side if that someone is a girl he found attractive. But after dating you, he realizes that the only attention he wants (and matters) is yours. Now anyone staring at his tattoos with the intention of flirting or getting in his pants just makes him shiver in disgust.

Though, in this particular instance, Jeongguk admits it’s his own fault by showing up to the coffee shop in a sleeveless shirt. It wasn’t intentional, he just grabbed anything within reach when he packed for the gym earlier in the day, but the way he left his hoodie in the car is definitely intentional. He thought he would give you a distraction surprise by baring his sleeve when you’re working, but you seemed unaffected even when he leaned on the counter to flex his muscles. Which is weird, considering you never missed any chance to ogle his inked bicep whenever he’s boxing.

As Jeongguk plops a small piece of brownie into his mouth, he just realizes that your roles are reversed now, with you doing your thing and him doing the staring. His eyes never leave your figure as you ring up three more customers since he sat down, transferring plastic cups onto Yoongi’s never-ending queue of orders. He watches as you take the last two cups by yourself, re-reading the order before moving to grab the ingredients needed for the drink. Your hands don’t work as fast as Yoongi’s, the muscle memory not yet settling in, but Jeongguk can tell that your help is appreciated by the way the mint guy smiles at you while patting your shoulder.

When the orders are all done, you go up to the glass door to flip the sign so it shows the Sorry, we’re closed! side. A glance at the clock tells him that it is thirty minutes until closing time, meaning thirty minutes until you can get out from behind the cashier and into his waiting arms. He hasn’t seen you all day today and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless the second you get rid of that horrendous apron and cap. Jeongguk starts counting down from the thirty-minute mark, hoping time would tick by faster.

Behind the counter, Yoongi is still busy making one more drink while refusing your offer to help. It’s weird seeing your kindness being offered to someone that isn’t him, but Jeongguk supposes this time it’s strictly work-related as he knows Yoongi has been making all the drinks (except the last two that you did) ever since he sat down with his order. Though, it seems like the drink in his hand is not an order at all, because he gives the plastic cup to you instead of putting it on the counter for a customer to take. There’s an almost childish grin on your face as you sip on the drink, eyes lighting up as you shoot Yoongi a thumbs up. After you exchange some more words with Yoongi, Jeongguk watches as you skip happily to his table with your drink in hand.

You place said drink next to his cup of latte on the table before your hand reaches for his drink to steal a sip. “I just have to clean up and wait for everyone to leave, then we’re good to go.” You steal two more sips of the latte just because you can.

“Okay, babe, but I still want my latte, you can put it down now,” Jeongguk chuckles, watching you do as he says with a guilty smile on your face. But then your hand takes the little spoon that came with the brownie to cut a sizable chunk from his half-eaten treat, quickly plopping it into your mouth. “Finish your brownie so I can take the plate away to wash it.”

“Are you just here to steal all of my food?” Jeongguk jokes, no menace behind his words as he reaches up to thumb away a stray piece of brownie from the corner of your lips. “And you said you didn’t want anything when I offered earlier.”

“I didn’t,” you confirm, “stealing from you is just too hard to resist.”

Jeongguk would’ve continued the banter if not for Yoongi calling your nickname from behind the counter, signalling for you to get back to your job.

“Boss calls,” you say, sneakily stuffing some more brownie into your mouth. “Should get back. Bye!”

“He’s your boss?” Jeongguk asks incredulously, glancing at the mint-haired guy who’s still busy moving around behind the counter. “That young guy is your boss??”

“Yeah, I’ll explain later,” you wave your hand dismissively, turning to leave. “Don’t steal my drink!”

In true Jeongguk fashion, of course he steals a sip from your drink. He does it just to be petty that you won’t explain anything about Yoongi, but he’s also curious what the new menu tastes like. He doesn’t remember seeing any banner for a new menu when he entered the shop earlier, so he’s guessing it hasn’t gone on sale yet.

He scrunches up his face the moment the drink touches his taste buds, tasting the bitterness of coffee among the layers of other flavors. It’s not as strong as the americano he usually has, but he can still feel it linger even after he swallowed the drink. Definitely not the type of drink you’d order on your own, though, so why were you so excited to try this new menu?

Looking around the shop, Jeongguk’s gaze falls on Yoongi. You did say he was your boss, didn’t you? Could it be that this free drink is just a plot to use you as a guinea pig for his experimental weird recipes, knowing that you can’t refuse your boss? Was that why he refused your help earlier? So he could make the drink taste as bizarre as it is right now?

His eyes continue following your and Yoongi’s figures behind the counter, squinting them in distaste whenever he sees you laughing at something the mint-haired guy said. Your smile, your lowered gaze, your shy demeanor, all remind him of a feeling he thought he had buried a long time ago—the same feeling he got whenever you got a boyfriend in your adolescent years. Suddenly, Jeongguk feels fifteen all over again—a clueless doe-eyed boy who donned t-shirts in every color of the rainbow every day of the week and strutted like he owned the school just so you can see that he was cool, only for you to deny him of a Sunday together.

Those years have become a core memory for him that it inspired him to get one of his tattoos: Rather be dead than cool, because he realized the way to your attention was not by being cool, it was by just being himself. (Yes, the ‘him’ who showed up unannounced at your doorstep after two years and ended the day with you on his lap stealing all the breath straight from his lungs.)

Anyways, all of that doesn’t matter because currently, your eyes are not on him but on your mint-haired boss who’s busy grinning while washing some equipment. Why are you both smiling so much around each other? Do you have some kind of inside joke that’s so funny you can’t stop laughing? What is so pleasing about Yoongi’s presence that you keep beaming at him?

Jeongguk chews the straw of your drink in anger, not realizing that he has inhaled almost half of the cup’s content despite claiming that he hates the taste. Sipping on your drink has become an afterthought as he was busy analyzing how wide your smiles are while working with Yoongi and how friendly the shoulder and head pats you give each other are. It’s sickening.

Eventually, everyone else in the coffee shop left and you’re in front of him once again to get rid of the brownie plate from his table, whining when you see the half-empty cup in Jeongguk’s hand even as you’re chewing the rest of his brownie in your mouth. Fair trade, he says as you walk away with the plate and spoon in hand.

Not even five minutes has passed since you left his table, yet Jeongguk feels tired of being patient, taking your and his coffee cups in each hand before coming up to the counter. It seems like Yoongi senses his presence, because he looks up from the calculator app on the tablet in front of him to give Jeongguk a curious glance. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jeongguk moves his gaze past Yoongi’s shoulder to you, who’s still busy wiping down the counter. A knowing smile curves on Yoongi’s lips.

“Hey, Kiddo,” Yoongi turns towards you, the nickname still irritating to Jeongguk’s ears. “I’ll finish closing up, you can go. Great work today.”

“No it’s okay, I can help you mop the floor after I’m finished with the counter.” You don’t even look up as you wave him off, oblivious to Jeongguk’s presence and his increasing impatience in front of your boss. He clears his throat comically loud, making you turn around to see a frown etched on your boyfriend’s face and Yoongi tilting his head towards him with a small, almost teasing smile on his face.

“Oh.” You pull your lips into a thin line. “Okay then. Sorry about him, Yoongi.”

“No worries, Kiddo.”

Yoongi’s nonchalant response is laced with a chuckle, which for some reason, upsets Jeongguk even more than the nickname he keeps calling you by. Is Yoongi not scared of him? Of his tattoos, of his muscles? Is he not intimidating? Can’t he feel the piercing stare Jeongguk keeps giving him ever since he walked into the coffee shop?

“You.” Your stern voice tears his hot gaze away from the mint-haired guy, whose focus is back on the calculator on his tablet to count the sales they made today. “I’ll clock out first then we can go. Please don’t do anything weird in the five minutes that I don’t have my eyes on you.”

Jeongguk follows your figure with his eyes until you disappear into the backroom, leaving him alone with Yoongi. Yoongi, the guy with the mint hair, whose surname he doesn’t even know, who is your boss that strangely have an endearing nickname for you. Things that stream steady questions into his head, about your initial meeting with Yoongi to the extent of your relationship with him. It’s the nickname he can’t seem to shake off of his mind, the way it rolls easily off Yoongi’s tongue, as if he’s been calling you that for years. Has he known you for years like Jeongguk has? Been through near-death experiences with you like Jeongguk has? Has he deserved the right to call you by a nickname like Jeongguk has?

“You can stop shooting daggers at my head, you know,” Yoongi’s low drawl almost makes Jeongguk think that he’s talking to himself, but the sentence is clearly directed at him. The older guy finally looks up from his tablet to look at Jeongguk in the eyes for longer than a second, no coffee orders to complete to interrupt their interaction this time. “Kiddo’s boyfriend, Jeongguk, right?”

As Jeongguk gives a nod to confirm Yoongi’s question, a hand is extended towards him to complete the introduction. “I’m Yoongi, Kiddo’s coworker-slash-boss.”

Jeongguk grips Yoongi’s hand with more strength than necessary, unintentionally flexing his muscles too. He thought that would be enough to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk is your boyfriend and he has no business being so friendly with you, but Yoongi only glances at his tattooed arm before letting go of his hand with a comment about how strong his grip is.

“Thanks, I do boxing,” Jeongguk mutters curtly, upset at the degree of nonchalance Yoongi is showing. He starts glancing at the door to the backroom where you currently are, wishing you would emerge right this second so he can go and doesn’t need to face Yoongi’s mint hair ever again.

“Yeah, Kiddo might have mentioned that a few times, just like she won’t shut up about your sleeve tattoos,” Yoongi says, going back to his tablet. “I used to box too, by the way.”

If you asked Jeongguk what Yoongi used to do, he wouldn’t be able to answer at all as he chooses to focus on the part where Yoongi said you won’t shut up about his sleeve tattoos and tune out the rest of his sentence. “My tattoos? What about them?”

“She said you have tons. Shoulder to fingertips. That’s how I recognized you when giving your order,” Yoongi answers lightly, which piqued Jeongguk’s interest even further. Wouldn’t it be fun to use this coworker-slash-boss of yours to get information about what you’ve been saying about him at work? What else does Yoongi know about him other than he does boxing and has a sleeve tattoo?

“Really? Does she gush about how hot they are to you, too?”

It’s not a question meant to be answered, its sole purpose to show off that you indeed gush to him about how hot his tattoos are. Though, if one thinks about it, why would Jeongguk need to boast to Yoongi about the compliments you give him about the strokes of ink on his arm? What business does Yoongi have knowing about it?

Yoongi seems to be unaware of Jeongguk’s inner dilemma as his face breaks out into a grin. “I think she’d be mad at me if I told you half the things she gushes to me about you.”

So you do gush about how hot his tattoos are to Yoongi. Interesting.

The fact that Yoongi insinuates there’s more to that is both endearing and terrifying to Jeongguk, because while he’s giddy that you talk about him with other people with so much enthusiasm, too much of it could end up in you sharing something about him that you should not have. Not to mention you’re sharing it with your boss, someone you should keep at an arm’s length when it comes to sharing about your significant others. One wrong move and he could use it against you.

Jeongguk is just about to ask Yoongi to elaborate further on his statement when you step out of the backroom, now out of the murky brown cap and apron and in a white t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Jeongguk. All thoughts of Yoongi knowing all sort of things about him evaporates right away, his mind focusing on how cute you look instead. If only Jeongguk doesn’t know basic human decency, he’d pull you by the waist to taste the mouth he’s been deprived of for the whole day, not giving an ounce of care about your boss watching the whole thing.

No, he’s a good boyfriend so he opts to pull you by the shoulders instead, letting your arms go around his waist before squeezing you in his arms. The kiss he drops on your cheek is chaste yet lingering, like he wants to let you know just how much he missed you. You tighten your arms around him in return, wordlessly saying the same thing back.

“Ready to go?” Jeongguk mumbles into your hair, not yet letting go of the hug.

“Ye—oh, wait!” You pull your face away from its initial position on Jeongguk’s chest. “You haven’t met Yoongi yet.”

“We did, Kiddo,” Yoongi waves you off. “You’re free to go. Your boyfriend here has been waiting long enough.”

“No,” you say, pulling away from Jeongguk’s hold. “I mean I haven’t introduced you two properly.” You gesture to the both of them back and forth as you say their names. “Yoongi, meet my boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk, meet my boss, Min Yoongi. His family owns this coffee shop.”

“That’s what you mean by proper?” Jeongguk says to you as he takes Yoongi’s hand for the second time that day, regular grip this time because you’re watching his every move like a hawk. “I didn’t know you own the shop. Nice place,” he nods to the older guy, releasing his hand.

“Thanks. It’s my dad’s, though. I just help from time to time,” Yoongi shrugs.

“You ‘just help from time to time’ but willing to dye your hair mint in honor of the new menu.” You nudge his elbow playfully. “Speaking of the new menu, did you finish the whole cup, Jeongguk? I’ve only had a few sips.” You frown as you bring the cup to your eye level, examining just how much of it is left. It’s an exaggeration, obviously, as the cup in your hand is still half-filled. But Jeongguk plays along, saying the reason why he inhaled your drink is because he’s tired from having just gone back from boxing.

“You have your own latte,” you point out, finally taking a much-deserved sip from your free drink. It still tastes okay, so you stop grilling Jeongguk about stealing your drink (even though you kinda stole his too, in the middle of your shift nonetheless.) “Oh, and did you know Yoongi also—”

Yoongi clears his throat loudly before you can finish your sentence. You look up from your drink, alarmed, afraid you might have said something wrong. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and he gives you a tiny shake of his head, one Jeongguk doesn’t notice because he’s busy taking sips from his own cup of latte. (And because he’s more focused on you than Yoongi.)

“He knows, I told him I used to box too,” Yoongi says.

“You did? I didn’t catch it,” Jeongguk averts his eyes from you, turning to look at Yoongi. “Wanna have a match? I could use an opponent for my session tomorrow.”

“I said I used to, Kid,” Yoongi re-emphasizes on the two words. “I have a shoulder injury. It’s healing, but I still shouldn’t do too much to it.”

“Oh come on, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Jeongguk!” A slap lands on his bicep courtesy of you.

“What? He said it’s healing!”

It’s only now that Jeongguk witnesses the exchange between you and Yoongi using only your eyes, yours looking frantic while Yoongi’s looking as cool as a cucumber. Maybe he should dye his hair a shade of green resembling a cucumber rather than a mint.

After watching you and Yoongi have a silent conversation for a minute, Jeongguk lets out a sigh as he takes the final sip from his latte. “It’s okay, babe, I was just kidding. It’s fine if Yoongi doesn’t want to have a match with me.” He throws the empty cup into a trashcan nearby. “It just means that he backs down easily from a challenge.”

You physically face-palm at his sentence, missing the way Jeongguk throws a challenging smirk Yoongi’s way. The older doesn’t seem fazed at all, instead letting a small smirk take over his features as well. “That’s not a really nice thing to say to someone you’ve just met,” he drawls.

Jeongguk shrugs. “Just stating the truth.”

“Jeongguk, please stop,” you whine from behind your hands, still facepalming because you don’t want to become a witness in case this coffee shop becomes a crime scene.

“Alright, I’ll have a match with you,” Yoongi says finally, tone resolute. You peek out from the cocoon of your hands, glancing back and forth between your coworker-slash-boss and your boyfriend who are having a staring contest, both refusing to back down. “Tomorrow after my shift works? Kiddo here can take the same shift so she can watch us too.”

“Sure,” Jeongguk agrees without a pause. “It ends at three, right?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. See you then.”

Then Jeongguk puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the counter to finally go take you home as it’s the reason he came here in the first place. You hastily give your coworker a wave goodbye over your shoulder, getting a wave back accompanied with a laugh. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to steal yet another sip from your drink.

“Stop it! You’re gonna finish it all!”

“What even is it? It tastes really weird.” Jeongguk scrunches up his face.

“It’s mint mochaccino, you ass.” You pull the cup away from him, who chases the straw with his mouth while grinning wide. “Stop or I won’t kiss you until tomorrow morning.”

“Always withdrawing kisses when I need them the most,” he pouts, retreating from your drink to let you finally finish the cup yourself. “Can I kiss you in the car or should I wait until we get home?”

(Does not matter what you answer is, because he grips the back of your neck in the car to make out with you for five minutes, and then finish what he started in the safety of his room, under the blankets.)

“Are you sure you want to fight with Yoongi later?”

You and Jeongguk are back in his car, on the way to the coffee shop for you to start your shift and for Jeongguk to get his americano to kick off the day. His nod to your question is firm.

“Yeah. My coach said it’s good to train with an opponent sometimes.”

“You could’ve fought with your coach instead, then,” you point out.

“True, but—” Jeongguk tilts his head, sucking in a breath. “He’s the one who trained me, so he knows my fighting style and pattern. It’s good indeed, but it’s missing that element of fun.” He drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “Besides, I want to know what your Yoongi is made of.” He casts a glance at you to see your reaction.

“What ‘my’ Yoongi, what are you talking about …” You heave a sigh, massaging your temple. It’s not even 9 AM yet but you can already feel a headache coming. Sometimes you wonder why you’re willing to date this childhood friend of yours, knowing all of his flaws and bad habits like this. Though it’s given you the advantage of being able to read between the lines of his actions, often you wish he’d just say things outright without you having to dig it out of him.

“You know, the Yoongi you work with? The Yoongi who gives you head pats? The Yoongi who has a nickname for you?” Jeongguk’s tone gets more annoying near the end of his sentence, almost as if he’s trying to get a certain reaction out of you.

“The Yoongi who owns the cafe I work at, which is the sole source of income I have?” you reply instead, refusing to give in to Jeongguk’s silent provocation. “Also, the Yoongi who used to box. I think you should keep that in mind when you fight him later.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bet he wasn’t even that good.”

You manage to arrive at the cafe unscathed, only losing a tiny piece of sanity because your boyfriend couldn’t keep his mouth shut about Yoongi and his non-existent boxing skills (Jeongguk’s words, not yours.) It doesn’t help that the Yoongi in question is already standing behind the register, greeting you with a smile and throwing a lopsided smirk your boyfriend’s way. You don’t like the thick tension between them at all so you quickly slip into the backroom to let Jeongguk be a big boy for once and order his own americano for the day.

Stepping out of the backroom in your mandatory work apron and cap, you’re kind of relieved when you see the shop is still intact, not thrown upside down courtesy of your boyfriend and his inability to control his strength (and emotion) in the face of a threat (read: Yoongi.) Upon seeing you, Jeongguk pushes himself off the counter he’s leaning against before reaching for your waist despite your boss standing just a few feet away. The cup of americano on the counter tells you that you took too long in the breakroom, which if anyone asks, you’d justify with adjusting your work attire. In reality, you just don’t want to face your boyfriend and the sour look he has whenever he so much as glances at your boss.

“You can always cancel the fight with Yoongi, you know,” you murmur, biting your bottom lip in worry. “You could hurt him, he could hurt you … it’s not ideal.”

“Hmm.” Jeongguk purses his lips. “What’s not ideal is your boss having a nickname for you.” There he goes again, always having something to say about Yoongi. “Aside from it being highly unprofessional, it’s also inappropriate since you have a boyfriend and that is me. Jeon Jeongguk. I am your boyfriend.”

“Jeongguk, he knows,” you groan, fed up with the back-and-forth about this whole Yoongi thing. You don’t even know why your boyfriend is so threatened by the older guy when he’s a whole lifetime ahead of him. “It’s not even a nickname. You’re just seeing what you want to see.”

Jeongguk’s reply never makes it out of his mouth as he’s interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, making you both look at him tapping on his wrist to signal the time. It’s a reminder that you’re here to work, not to continue the argument that sparked in the car. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your boss, sharing a hard stare with him before deciding to do something one should not do in front of their boss: dip down to kiss you, using your surprised gasp as a way to slide his tongue inside your mouth. In the five seconds he manages to tangle his tongue with yours, you completely missed the sound of the glass doors opening and the low whistle that came after, along with Yoongi’s chuckle and greeting to the person who just came in.

Shoving Jeongguk away by your hand on his chest, you try to cover your burning face with your other hand as an attempt to save your dignity in front of Yoongi, though you doubt it’s working at all. Jeongguk licks his lips then winks at you, squeezing your waist in his grip before stepping back to grab his cup of americano, now full of condensation sliding off the plastic cup. He takes a sip to taste test before scrunching up his nose.

“Could’ve been better,” he sneers, making you glare. “Alright, I’ll let you get to work. See you later, babe.” Then, after a second, turns to Yoongi to add: “you too.”

When Jeongguk disappears into his car, you put your head in your hands and let out the loudest groan known to man. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

The mint-haired guy only gives you a gummy laugh, eyes turning into crescents as he shakes his head. “Your boyfriend is really something, Kiddo,” he muses. “A really … fun early morning entertainment, you could say.”

“Entertaining it was!” You hear the voice first before you see the person, the one who must’ve come in when you were rather preoccupied with your boyfriend. Park Jimin, your other coworker, slides behind the counter in a brown apron identical to yours and Yoongi’s, just minus the cap. Good, that means he doesn’t have a bad hair day today and can take the position at the register instead of you. You could use some more time to learn to make the drinks, anyway.

“Didn’t know you and your boyfriend were such exhibitionists, Kim,” Jimin taunts you, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Although, if my boyfriend were that hot, I would have wanted to exhibit him too…” He purses his lips in an exaggerated manner of faux thinking, obviously trying to rile you up. “Lucky you, Kim.”

“Shut up, Park,” you seethe through your teeth, slapping him with a dish rag while he cackles happily. “We’re not exhibitionists. You just have terrible timing.”

“Oh, it was perfect I’d say, just in time to catch sight of his tongue going into your mouth—”

“JIMIN!”

When Jimin continues making fun of you by making gross kissing sounds, you turn to Yoongi for help. As the oldest amongst you three, he must have a sound solution to get Jimin to stop making those awful sounds and put you out of your misery. Although, your trust in him is probably misplaced as Yoongi just chuckles and tells you something your own mom would tell you whenever you’re telling on Jeongguk: “Just ignore him, Kiddo.” The sacred word of ignore. “Go prepare the breakfast pastries now.”

So much for sound solution.

You go about your shift as usual, with Jimin manning the register like you planned to. Time goes by quickly when you’re busy working (and when your coworker is Park Jimin) that you didn’t realize it’s almost time for your shift to end. You glance at the line in front of Jimin and see that there are still three more people he needs to serve, while you and Yoongi still have about five tickets to finish before you can clock out and leave. Scratch that, might be eight tickets to go considering the workers who have their shift after you aren’t here yet. It’s gonna be a while before you can see your boyfriend and be a witness to an unnecessary fight between him and Yoongi.

“Hey, Kim, where’s your boyfriend? Didn’t you say he was gonna pick you up from work?” Jimin nudges your elbow when he finishes taking one customer’s order, sliding a plastic cup into the queue in front of you. “I want to see just how hot he really is,” he continues while wiggling his eyebrows.

Before you can slap the guy with your dish rag again—it’s looking more like your weapon rather than a cleaning tool at this point—Yoongi pipes up from his position in front of the sink. “Just look for someone with a tattoo sleeve. He loves brandishing it.”

“Ooh, a hot guy with tattoos,” Jimin whistles. “Add some piercings and I might steal him away from you.”

“Jimin, quit drooling over my boyfriend,” you sigh, taking the next cup in line as your coworker turns back to the register. He’s already starting to greet the next customer when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, sliding next to him to brew the espresso needed for the order you’re making. “He has one on his lip, but he’s mine. Note that, Park,” you whisper to him while he’s keying in an order, earning a light chuckle from the man.

“He’s just messing with you, Kiddo, don’t mind him,” Yoongi chuckles from beside you, eyeing Jimin whose focus is currently on the cup he’s scribbling a customer’s name on. “He has his eyes set on someone else already.”

“Gossiping, aren’t we?” Jimin turns to you and Yoongi with a sleazy smile. “Careful now, unless you want Hoseok to know about your hot boyfriend too, Kim.” He gestures to the glass doors, where Hoseok from the next shift just walked through. He’s a great guy, but you’ve only shared a couple shifts with him, so you think you haven’t got to the point of sharing about significant others.

With the mention of Hoseok, you and Yoongi move to finish the orders you have left before handing over the shift to the aforementioned man. When all your orders are done and you’re ready to head to the backroom, you turn to ask Jimin to go with you only to find him still rooted in front of the register. “Jimin, you’re not going?”

“Oh, I’m actually covering for Eunbi.” Jimin shrugs, sliding a cup into Hoseok’s line of orders. “Go, Kim. Have fun with your boyfriend,” he grins, sending you a teasing wink.

Hoseok, a clueless witness, looks at the both of you with a scandalous stare. “What, what, what did I miss? Why are you winking like that, Park Jimin?” he says, urging Jimin to elaborate while pouring drinks into a plastic cup.

“You should ask her, Hobi,” Jimin snickers into his hand as he turns to greet a customer. Hoseok turns to you, his expression hopeful that you will shed light on the reason behind Jimin’s wink.

“My boyfriend is about to fight with our boss and I don’t know how to talk him out of it,” you say through your teeth, giving an overly-sweet smile to a confused Hoseok. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to meet him and make sure he’s not gonna bite Yoongi’s head off.”

“Bye, Kim,” Jimin sing-songs, waving his hand to you. “Say hi to your boyfriend for me!”

You’re already walking away, turning to tell Jimin off when you bump into Yoongi who’s just came out of the backroom, void of his work apron and ready to go. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around, pushing you into the backroom to prevent anymore banter between you and Jimin. “Let it go, Kiddo.”

In the backroom, you catch a text from Jeongguk saying that he’s already in the coffee shop, ready to go when you are. You emerge from the room after clocking out, moving your feet to the dining area of the cafe while waving to Jimin and Hoseok behind the counter. Scanning the room, you search for a familiar mop of black hair that belongs to your boyfriend.

It’s easy to spot Yoongi’s mint hair amongst the sea of other natural-colored hairs. What’s not easy is believing your eyes when you see the person sitting in front of Yoongi waving wildly at you, grinning like a mad man. It’s your boyfriend, the person you’re supposed to see after work, the person you’re supposed to supervise when he fights your boss later, alright, that part you know. The part that you don’t know and have a hard time believing is:

Jeongguk’s hair is mint.

Not black, not brown, not the experimental half-half he tried in high school. Mint.

The exact same shade as Yoongi’s.

It feels like you’re on autopilot when your feet carry you to their table, jaw on the floor while your eyes are stuck on Jeongguk’s freshly-dyed strands.

“Hi, babe,” your boyfriend has the audacity to say, lips stretching impossibly wider. He reaches up to run his fingers through his mint hair, an act so deliberate even Yoongi sighs at the sight of it, but it makes your heart skip a bit nonetheless. “Do you like my new hair?”

The light green strands previously tangled with his fingers fall back to cover his forehead and frame his face perfectly, the light hue somehow blending well with Jeongguk’s skin tone. It also accentuates his jaw more, making it appear sharper when the grin on his lips morphs into a smirk once he notices that you can’t stop staring. Oh, that smirk. Usually hot with his previously black hair, it is now lethal with his mint hair, toeing the line of playful and dangerous at the same time.

You want to scream at the obvious and cheesy question.

Yoongi, the third person who’s been watching the entire interaction unfold before his eyes, clears his throat. “If you’re done eye-fucking your boyfriend, can we go now? I have somewhere else to be after this.”

“Yoongi!” you whisper-shout, half scandalized, half disbelieving that your boss can say something so crude in the middle of his own buzzing coffee shop. Maybe he’s been hanging out with Park Jimin too much. (Or maybe he’s just sick of you drooling over your boyfriend time and time again … yeah, maybe that.)

“Can’t wait to lose to me, Min?” Jeongguk snickers, taking your hand in his as he follows Yoongi—who pointedly ignores his taunting question—towards the glass door of the coffee shop.

You catch Jimin’s eyes as you’re stepping out, his eyes rounding in surprise before a sly smile takes over his features. Have fun! he mouths, giving you a wink. Ugh, you’re gonna face a lot more questions the next time you have a shift together with him.

After another futile attempt at talking Jeongguk out of fighting with Yoongi, you’re seated where you usually are, on the sidelines of Jeongguk’s gym, this time with heightened anxiety out of fear that your boyfriend and your boss could hurt each other. You’re worried less about the physical part—boxing is a very physical sport, after all—and more about the mental part.

Boys are full of pride, full of ego. They pride themselves on their ability to box, delivering punch after punch until their knuckles bruise. They pride themselves on their muscles, bulging biceps that took years to build and maintain. They pride themselves on their strength, how they are able to hold you up against the wall when you’re busy sucking air off each other’s lungs.

Oh, and in case it’s not clear, by boys you mean Jeongguk.

You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend, of course, but knowing Yoongi’s boxing skills, no matter how long ago it was, the outcome of the fight today could just be the one that would hurt Jeongguk’s pride. The possibility of it happening is so high that you’re already preparing yourself for when Jeongguk comes back to you with his ego bruised. God, you can only hope Yoongi won’t hit too hard.

You’re too busy thinking of the many possible outcomes of this fight that you don’t realize when Jeongguk is back from putting his gloves on and warming up, now standing in front of you. “Wish me luck?” he says, along with a toothy grin your way.

“Yeah, good luck, Ggukie,” you reply, lacking your usual sarcastic bite. Jeongguk seems to pay no mind to it, though, ducking down to peck your lips before turning around to face his opponent for the day.

You catch Yoongi’s eyes when Jeongguk has his back to you, quickly mouthing don’t hurt him! to your boss, which he only responds with a smirk. All the blood drains from your face. Looks like your worries about someone getting his ego bruised won’t be just worries after all.

When the fight has started (Jeongguk’s coach started it—you’re grateful he’s there because then you don’t have to worry too much about Jeongguk and Yoongi beating each other to a pulp), you can’t help but watch. You just realize, in the years you’ve known Jeongguk and watched him box, you’ve never actually seen him fight anyone else other than his coach. He’s said before that he only took boxing as a way to work out, not to actually fight, so you guess that makes sense.

You don’t watch boxing matches a lot (actually, you don’t watch them at all), your only knowledge of boxing you get from watching Real Steel, a movie about boxing matches for robots, set in the far future when human boxing is not interesting anymore due to the limited brutality. You’re not sure how much information you retained from the movie, and how accurate they are, but you’re pretty sure you don’t need much boxing knowledge to know that right now, Yoongi is playing defensive while Jeongguk is playing offensive.

Alright, you admit, you have no idea if the terms you’re using are right, but it’s the simplest ones you can use to describe the sight in front of you. Since the start of the fight, Jeongguk has been throwing punches continuously, while Yoongi has had his gloved hands covering his face the entire time. Okay, not the entire time, but he’s only thrown one punch compared to Jeongguk’s one hundred ones.

As the fight goes on, Yoongi starts throwing punches here and there while still dodging Jeongguk’s aggressive fists. You’ve never seen Yoongi move this much in the entire time you’ve known him, and it surprises you how agile he is. The way he ducks under Jeongguk’s arm and throws him off balance is admirable, sometimes a little bit funny (just a bit, you promise) because it shows just how calm he is compared to Jeongguk’s aggressive, almost-angry boxing style.

When Jeongguk’s coach declares a break, your boyfriend walks back to you with his brows furrowed, tearing off one of his gloves so he can remove his mouth guard and grab his water bottle. After chugging down half of its content, Jeongguk heaves a frustrated sigh.

“I can’t grasp his fighting style,” he grumbles to himself. His eyes are set on Yoongi, who’s on the other side of the room, drinking from his own water bottle. “Who the fuck ducks all the time while boxing?”

“Maybe it’s because you keep throwing angry punches at him, babe,” you say, initially to keep his frustration at bay, but instead it makes him raise his eyebrow at you in a duh way. You backtrack immediately. “Okay, okay. But it’s just your first time fighting him, isn’t it? Be patient, Jeongguk, and maybe let up your punches a little bit?”

“Baby, it’s boxing,” he says exasperatedly. “Someone has to throw some punches.”

“I know, but you just seem so … angry. Yoongi’s only ducking to dodge that. I’m saying maybe you can tone it down so he could stop dodging, so then you can see his fighting style better.” You’re saying this while gripping his biceps, hoping your words can go through his seemingly-clouded mind. “When you see his fighting style, won’t it be easier to figure out a way you can beat him? Isn’t that what you taunted him with at the cafe?”

You know it’s not even remotely possible to learn one’s boxing style just from a single fight, let alone “figure out a way to beat him”. Somewhere in his fogged mind, you believe Jeongguk stores this fact as well, he’s just currently too deep in frustration to place it in the front of his mind. You’re not even sure your suggestion to learn Yoongi’s fighting style is registered well in his head, considering your boyfriend is now back to eyeing your boss with fire in his gaze.

“Jeongguk?” You give his shoulder a firm grip as he puts his mouth guard back on. “Tone it down. Yoongi could just be waiting to punch back. You don’t want that.”

Jeongguk parts ways with you with an absent-minded nod and two pats to your head with his heavy gloved-hand. On the other side of the room, Yoongi looks ready to go back into his fighting stance. You sigh internally. Jeongguk is so going to punch him aggressively, again.

The next thirty minutes of the fight goes like a blur in front of your eyes. Jeongguk throws a hook that Yoongi dodges, Yoongi retaliates with a jab to Jeongguk’s side which makes you wince, rinse and repeat. Maybe you’re wrong about your boyfriend for once, you think, seeing his calmer fighting style now. With the way he left your conversation minutes prior, you really thought he was gonna continue raining punches on any part of Yoongi’s body he could reach. You’re relieved that that’s not the case.

Although, perhaps your relief came too soon because a boxing match isn’t over until it’s over.

Watching Jeongguk fight with Yoongi is like watching a cartoon character with an energy meter atop his head, except for Jeongguk, it measures his patience instead. As the minutes went on, you feel like you could see the patience meter above his head depleting until it’s all gone, and that’s the moment he went back to his initial fighting style: aggressive and angry. You almost pull your hair out in frustration because you just know that this is what Yoongi has been waiting for ever since the fight started.

The next thing that happens reminds you a lot of one fighting scene in Real Steel, where Atom was waiting for his opponent to run out of energy so he can fight back. In the movie, Atom knocked the other robot down with a final uppercut, gaining him a win and advancing him to the next round. Well, uh, in this case, just replace Atom with Yoongi and the other robot with Jeongguk.

Yoongi’s clean uppercut wiped your boyfriend out, who’s now lying on the ground clutching his face—which you’re sure is beginning to swell right now. Despite already knocking Jeongguk down, Yoongi is still in his fighting stance, never lowering his guard even as Jeongguk’s coach counts to ten. Your boyfriend remains immobile, though, and the second the count is up you’re running towards Jeongguk’s limp body.

“Gguk, are you okay? Baby, look at me,” you say hurriedly as you try to pry his arms away from his face. He doesn’t budge, and for a second, you’re scared that Yoongi has maimed your boyfriend for life. “At least let me know you’re alive,” you continue when his silence becomes concerning.

“Hmmph,” Jeongguk grunts. You heave a huge sigh of relief.

“Okay, good.” You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer some comfort even though you know he had this coming. Gigantic ego, big talk, cocky as shit? Yeah, you understand that Yoongi would want to knock him down a few pegs. But now is not the time to launch into an ‘I told you so’ spiel, not when Jeongguk is still freshly bruised—both his body and his ego.

So instead, you lash out at your boss.

“I told you not to hurt him, Yoongi,” you snap-slash-whine, a frown on your lips. You thought, as the oldest among all of you, Yoongi could be trusted to knock some sense into Jeongguk’s mind without physically hurting him like this. As it turns out, all boys are the same.

The older guy just shrugs. “Probably wouldn’t get my point across if he weren’t knocked down.” He shakes the sweat out of his hair as he starts taking off his boxing gloves. When he sees you’re not impressed, he chuckles. “Relax, Kiddo, I didn’t even hit him that hard. He’ll be okay.”

“Really, Yoongi?” You roll your eyes. “You gave my boyfriend an uppercut just to prove a point!”

Yoongi just continues laughing as he chugs from his water bottle. His nonchalance about this is starting to piss you off. Maybe it’s your turn to put on the boxing gloves and sock him in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. You scoff to yourself, picturing your own body lying next to Jeongguk if you really did that.

“Just tell your boyfriend here that there’s no need to be jealous of me, Kiddo,” Yoongi says, picking up his bag. Just then, Jeongguk’s coach appears with an ice pack in his hand, offering it to you so you can place it against Jeongguk’s swollen jaw. Despite your attempt to coax him out of his arm cocoon, he still refuses to move.

“Yoongi, look at him, you really broke him.” You’re flat-out whining now, kicking your feet like a child. It doesn’t even occur to your mind that you’re all still in the middle of a public boxing gym, with other people around you, being witness to this ridiculous scene.

“Oh my God,” Yoongi laughs before crouching down at Jeongguk’s legs. “Hey, Jeongguk, you hear that? Your girlfriend is worried about you,” he says, nudging Jeongguk’s leg lightly. “She only has eyes for you and your tattoos, too, you don’t need to be jealous at all.” You smack him on the shoulder for that.

Jeongguk finally removes his arms from his face at Yoongi’s words, his doe eyes menacing. “Go away,” he grits out at the older male, his scratchy voice making him sound less threatening than he intended. Despite that, Yoongi still holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Yoongi relents, standing up while adjusting the hold he has on his bag. “Was gonna go anyway, I have a date to get ready for,” he throws a grin your way. “Alright, I’ll be going first. Take care of your boyfriend, Kiddo.”

Yoongi retreats with a wave towards you both.

Jeongguk lets out a groan, shifting your attention away from your boss who’s already backing his car out of the parking lot. “Quit your job tomorrow,” he says. “I hate your boss.”

“Stop moving around!”

“It hurts!”

You’re both back at Jeongguk’s house now, with you sitting atop his outstretched legs on the bed, attempting to take care of his battle wounds courtesy of his fight with Yoongi. Aside from the swollen jaw, Jeongguk has a cut on his eyebrow and a split bottom lip. For a boxing match, you’d say these are minor injuries—proving Yoongi’s words right, he didn’t hit Jeongguk that hard—but your boyfriend is acting like a baby. He keeps jerking his head away every time the alcohol swab comes in contact with either of his cuts, it irritates you to no end.

“You have a goddamn full sleeve of tattoo and a lip piercing, quit acting like this hurts more,” you hiss, pressing the cotton in your hand to the cut on his lip as Jeongguk hiss back in response.

“At least when I got my tattoos and piercing, the artist didn’t do it while yapping my ear off,” he lisps through the cotton. “What happened to the caring girlfriend at the gym? Did she go away too, alongside Yoongi?”

“Oh, shut up, if I yapped back there Yoongi would’ve stomped on your ego more than he already did, do you want that, Jeongguk? Huh?” Your words are harsh, but you try hard for your hands to be the opposite, gentle as they cover the cut on his eyebrow with a band-aid. Jeongguk’s forehead is still damp from his quick shower earlier, beads of mint clinging to his skin. He might look smoking hot with his newly dyed hair, but the way the color rubs off on anything is starting to get onto your nerves. You wipe lightly at the color to make sure the band-aid sticks to his skin and does not come off the second he jumps around again.

“My ego is fine, you don’t need to protect it like this,” Jeongguk grumbles, adjusting the ice pack he’s holding to his jaw as you press a new cotton ball on his lip, discarding the one stained crimson red to his bedside table. “Maybe if you care about me as much as you care about my ego, everything would’ve been better.”

The way he’s rambling like he got his sense knocked out of his head as well makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t test me, Jeon. If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here sitting on your thighs patching your minuscule injuries like they’re fucking wounds from a war.”

“Maybe,” Jeongguk half-agrees, a pout on his lips. “But you haven’t kissed me even once ever since the fight ended. Do I not deserve a kiss because I lost? Do you not want to kiss me ever again because I can’t beat Yoongi in boxing? Do you think Yoongi is way better than me now? Do you want him to be your boyfriend instead of me?”

With every nonsensical question, his pout deepens, and his eyes droop to stare blankly at nothing.

“Hah, ‘my ego is fine’ my ass,” you mumble, mostly to yourself as you turn the gears in your head on how to stop the bleeding on Jeongguk’s lip. It keeps gushing out blood, and you can’t exactly stick a band-aid to it like you did his eyebrow. At last, you just hold a cotton ball against it and hope it stops bleeding soon.

“Yoongi was right, you know,” you say clearly now, the tumble of Yoongi’s name out of your lips making Jeongguk glance up and focus his sight on your face. “You don’t need to be jealous of him at all. Heck, you don’t need to be jealous of anyone, Jeongguk. I’m your girlfriend and will always stay your girlfriend, no matter what. You don’t need to beat anyone in boxing or dye your hair the exact same shade as anyone for me to stay. You, Jeon Jeongguk, are enough.”

Jeongguk’s eyes, gazing into yours, are glassy with unshed tears. You don’t know if they are there because he’s touched by your words or are leftovers from crying over his bruised ego from the fight with Yoongi. Either way, it throws you off balance. Next thing you know, you’re being tugged down by the nape for a kiss.

Jeongguk’s lips are warm, like usual, but the tinge of metal you taste on your tongue is making you worry. Before you lose yourself in his kiss, you pull away to thumb at his lip lightly, seeing streaks of red on your skin. You’re about to continue pressing the cotton ball in your hand to his lips and stop all forms of kissing immediately, but your boyfriend has a mind of his own as he instead sucks your thumb into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit delicately as he holds eye contact with you.

Gone is the trace of any tears from his eyes, now replaced by something you can only identify as lust. As flattered as you are that Jeongguk finds you desirable in your current situation, it also makes you confused. He’s hurt and the only thing in his mind is getting his dick wet? Unbelievable.

The ice-cold feeling on your waist tears your attention away from Jeongguk’s dark eyes as you yelp, hand instinctively prying the cold thing away. The ‘thing’ turns out to be his hand, which was previously holding the ice pack to his swollen jaw. He’s sneaked his fucking cold hand under your shirt to hold your waist when he should’ve kept holding the ice pack to his jaw—his swollen jaw!

Your boyfriend has a swollen jaw, a busted lip and a cut eyebrow. This is not the time to be screwing around.

Pulling away your thumb out of Jeongguk’s mouth at the speed of light, you attempt to climb off his lap, but he’s read your mind even before they are conjured up in your own brain. His hands are back on your waist—yes, the cold one too—and they hold you firm in place. The side of Jeongguk’s lips turn up into a sickeningly sweet smile, before he tugs your body towards his, making your hips come in contact with his crotch. He’s hard. Oh, fuck.

“You know, I never really understood why you’re so bratty whenever you’re horny and I can’t tend to you right away, but I think I get it now,” he says right by your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve been trying to will away my boner ever since you sat on my lap, but your weight on it is so damn distracting, it’s hard.”

“So,” he punctuates the word with a kiss on your neck, “I started saying anything to get my mind off it, but the way you care for me just … turns me on even more, if that was even possible.” He noses his way down your throat, coming to a stop at your collarbone. “And then all that talk about how I am enough … holy shit, I lost it. All I could think about was how I want to kiss you and fuck you into next week on this very bed.”

You can barely hear the last few words Jeongguk is saying, because he’s mumbling them into your skin as he peppers kisses and nips there. His fingers are now pressing into your back, pulling you closer and closer to him until there is no space left between you. You crane your neck so he can have more room to splash reds and purples onto your skin, sighing to the top of his mint head.

“You know, for someone claiming to be horny, you’re doing a terrible job at dirty talk,” you jab at your boyfriend, earning you a bite on your neck and a tightened grip on your body, making you close your eyes with stuttered breath.

“Easy, babe,” Jeongguk chuckles. “You talk as if you won’t be a moaning mess by the end of this,” he continues with much confidence. “But also, my lip is still kinda bleeding and my sides are still throbbing from the bruises. Kinda debating should we continue or just go to sleep.”

“Jeon Jeongguk I swear to God if you leave me high and dry—”

“Maybe you should kiss them better,” he cuts you off with a suggestion, his lips still trailing butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hands still on your back sneakily climb up and up until they’re reaching for the clasp of your bra, easily opening it to free your breasts from its confines. Your sound of protest gets stuck in your throat as a strangled moan comes out instead when Jeongguk massages your breasts tenderly with his fingers.

“Maybe I would—fuck—if you get rid of your shirt,” you say, tugging on the offending piece of fabric still covering your boyfriend’s gorgeous body. It’s not fair that he’s got you half naked already and he’s still fully clothed.

Jeongguk parts himself from your body long enough to tug his t-shirt off from the back of his neck in one smooth motion, exposing the golden expanse of his skin to your hungry eyes. If you thought his mint hair was smoking hot with his shirt on, it’s literally burning a flame of desire deep in your belly with his shirt off. You’re tongue-tied as you marvel at the sight in front of you, you almost jump when your own shirt and bra are taken off your body.

Now both bare from the waist up, Jeongguk wastes no time leaning back in for a kiss on the mouth, this time open-mouthed so he can slide his tongue inside. You keen happily, slipping a sigh in between as he slowly lowers you to the bed. Jeongguk anchors his hands on your hips, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants as he keeps your mouth busy with his own. In contrast, your hands are everywhere, from his broad shoulder to his firm back, from his bulging biceps to his rock-hard abs. You even tease your fingers past his waistband, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing, making him groan hotly into your mouth. It’s only when your fingers brush against his sides that he winces, reminding you of his earlier request.

“Flip around,” you whisper against his lips, “so I can kiss your bruises better.”

“Hmm?” Jeongguk hums, your words a murmur in his head. “But I like having you like this. Under me, naked, panting, wet,” he says, slipping his hand beyond your sweatpants to prove his words right—you’ve soaked through your panties. He drags a finger slowly up your center. You shudder.

“Yeah? I can be naked, panting, and wet on top of you as well.”

“Ooh, tempting.” Jeongguk licks his lips. He flicks your clit with a cheeky smile dancing on his lips, before settling his hands back on your waist. “Alright, I’ll flip over.”

The next second, you’re staring at him from up top, admiring how his mint hair looks against his dark grey bed sheets. Although, his hair is the least of your concern right now, as you’re tugged back down for another bruising kiss. Now that you’re on top, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to return the favor that is slipping his hand into your pants to squeeze your ass, but his version involves pulling your hips down while his thrusts up, creating a delicious friction between your body that makes you exhale a moan into his mouth.

You move away from his lips, down to his jaw where you take care to land a kiss light as a feather, before moving to his neck and collarbone where you have your own share of bites and licks. Aside from your infatuation with his tattoos and biceps, you actually have another one with his collarbone, this one you keep secret from him lest he goes around the house shirtless more often just to brandish his clavicle. But maybe he’s already noticed from the way you always make sure to cover that body part of his in blooms of red and purple, taking care to trace each and every bite mark slowly with the tip of your tongue.

While you’re busy with his collarbone, Jeongguk keeps dragging your crotch steadily over his, like he can’t get enough of the feeling and wants to keep chasing it. The delicious pressure on your center is a bit distracting, so you smooth your palm across his chest to pinch at his nipple in warning. Jeongguk lets out a broken whine from his throat.

“Stop humping into me, do you want to cream your pants?” you chide, fingers still giving tiny pinches to his nipple to keep him on his toes.

“Was trying to get you to cream your pants,” Jeongguk grins guiltily, his hips snapping up yet again to collide with yours. Even if you roll your eyes at his antics, you still continue your journey of kissing down his body, making sure to suck and lick on his sensitive nipples. You love the moans and groans that slip out of his throat every time you do things to his nipples. He likes it so much that his hips keep chanting up, searching for friction, that you have to pin them down so you can slide down to pepper kisses on his abs and waist.

Jeongguk works really hard to maintain the body he has, clearly evident in the eight pack he’s sporting on his stomach and the tiny, minuscule waist that’s way too slutty for a man to have. Sometimes you’re jealous of how nice his body looks, how firm it is to touch. You told him this one time, along with your regret that you couldn’t give him a similar experience, but he’d only laughed and said that admiring and appreciating him was enough, before proceeding to show you how he admires and appreciates your soft body (he kept biting into your inner thigh as he was eating you out, coaxing you into four orgasms back to back that day.)

And so, you admire his body by kissing the taut muscle one by one, tracing the lines outlining them with your hot tongue, caressing his bruised waist with the pillow of your lips and the feather of your touch. You know he’s hurt, but you can’t hold yourself from nipping on his slutty waist, gifting him another bruise that’s not a result of a punch. From the choked sob that rips out of his throat and the jump of his dick somewhere on your stomach, you take it he likes the bite.

“So,” you say as you mouth at the seam of his waistband, hand massaging his hard cock through his pants. “Do you want to cum in your pants, in my hand, in my mouth, or—?”

“Fuck, in you, please,” Jeongguk begs, eyes glassy from your ministrations. “But can we go back to dry humping for a while? Kinda like the friction on my sweatpants,” he breathes.

“Like this?” You move your hand up and down his cock, dragging the material of his sweatpants with it, paying special attention to the head. With every rub of the sweatpants against his head, a bead of precum comes out, with Jeongguk throwing his head back in silent pleasure. “Yeah, fuuck, that feels good.”

“But babe, want you, on top,” he demands, making grabby hands at you. “Was serious when I said I wanted you to cum first,” he continues, sighs in content when you oblige, resuming your position on top of him and lining your clothed crotch with his. He starts dragging your hips against his, building the pleasure up the faster he goes. “Want to fuck your swollen pussy, dripping with cum. Oh, I’ll slide right in, no problem, so wet, warm … fuuuck.”

The grip Jeongguk has on your hips is bruising, you have no choice but to let your body be manhandled by him. Slowly but surely, the band inside your stomach begins to tighten as your hold on his shoulders does as well. You’re so close, just one more move to tip you over the edge. When Jeongguk sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, the band inside you snaps and you come with a jerk of your hips and a whine from your throat.

Jeongguk slows down his move, taking care not to cum before being inside you, before stopping altogether and wrapping his arms around you to bring the both of you into a sitting position. Your limbs feel like jelly, still trying to come down from your high, when Jeongguk pecks your cheek before carefully lying you back down on the bed with your face down. He then maneuvers himself behind you, lifting your hips off the bed. You’re starting to have an idea what position he wants you in when he spreads your knees and slowly peels back your pants and panties to reveal your bare ass and pussy.

He takes his time caressing the globe of your ass, inching his fingers towards your pussy lips before spreading them apart, tearing a low whine from your chest. You guess he’s admiring the way cum still drips out of your cunt, because he’s silent, immobile for almost a minute.

“Gguk…” you whisper out. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

Jeongguk scrambles to get his pants off. “Fuck, yes, of course, baby, you just look so beautiful like this, I want to stare all day long,” he breathes, lining up his dick with your entrance.

God, I’m so thankful you’re mine, is his last warning before he slides home in one thrust.

Later, when you’re both freshly showered and cuddling on Jeongguk’s bed—with blue bed sheets this time, because you forced him to change the sheets as the grey ones smelled gross after your activities—you ask him a question.

“Are you still jealous of Yoongi?”

There’s a three second pause before Jeongguk’s answer comes. “Maybe a tiny bit,” he says, nearly connecting his thumb and forefinger together in a ‘tiny’ motion. “Of his boxing skills only. Amazing how he could still move like that with an injured shoulder. I want to be like that too.”

“You want to injure your shoulder?”

He gives you a flat look. You giggle.

“His shoulder is actually healed, you know, so he’s still actively boxing until now. He trains the boxing club at my campus whenever our coach can't, that’s where I know him from and how I’d gotten the job at his cafe.”

Jeongguk purses his lips. “So he lied to me.”

“Hmm,” you agree. “I figured it was to ‘teach you a lesson’, that’s why I asked him not to hurt you before your fight. Did you, though? Learn your lesson?”

“What? To not be jealous of him?”

You pinch his waist. “To knock your ego down a peg and stop feeling insecure whenever I interact with other men?”

“Baby, the guy had a nickname for you. My insecurities were valid!”

“You mean the ‘Kiddo’ one?” you ask. Jeongguk nods. “He calls Jimin Kiddo. He calls Eunbi Kiddo. He calls you Kiddo. He calls everyone younger than him, Kiddo.”

More silence ensues.

“So … my jealousy was for nothing?”

“Yes! What I’ve been saying!”

Jeongguk giggles. Then he kisses you. Then he giggles again, while still kissing you.

“How about an apology?” he offers.

“In what form?” you challenge.

“Round three?”

“No.”

Well, at least he’s not jealous anymore.

a/n: thank you for reading!! please let me know what you think of this, i literally almost cried in the process of writing it and when i finally finished it :') and yes this started because of that one mint jeongguk in memories 2020/2021, i think? the one with him in a black sleeveless and a pair of sunglasses, hahah. wish he'd dye his hair mint again (he looks rly good in it ugh)

→ request is open for my 1k folls celebration!

[euphorajeon]

thank you so much for including trippin’ over, gettin’ lost on you !! my beloved boxer!gguk 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

jungkook fic recs! 💘 part 2

𖤐 Champagne Confetti ⋆ j.jk - @busanboykoo (“you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.)

𖤐 oh how you love longhair!jungkook . . . - @twilghtkoo

𖤐 Your boyfriend looks a little too good in his police uniform. - @badbtssmut

𖤐 e s p r e s s o - @joonberriess (boxer!jk)

𖤐 trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m) - @euphorajeon (a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.)

𖤐 Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au - @ctrlsht (You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.)

𖤐 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW ── jungkook - @numinousher (you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?)

𖤐 It’s hard to stop but once it starts, it starts - @byuljoonie

𖤐 concrete king. (m) jjk - @bratkook (when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him)

𖤐 baecation - @1kook (“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.)

𖤐 test your morality (jungkook) - @trivia-yandere (jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him.)

𖤐 Needy | jjk oneshot - @jkslipppiercing (your boyfriend often helps you set up for your weekly girls' night...what happens when he gets needy for you only 15 minutes before your girl friends arrive?)

𖤐 ESCAPISM | JJK - @wnderkoo (୨୧ lipstick smudged like modern art..)

𖤐 Vérités Cachées (JJK) - @bangtanficsforyou (You try to make an escape from a beast, that you happen to have encountered while on a vacation with your boyfriend.)

𖤐 lonely hearts club (m) - @dovechim (jeon jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. you know this deep in your bones. wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. until you start to wonder... is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?)

𖤐 By Its Cover (M) - @gimmesumsuga (The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.)

𖤐 The Deepest Marks of Essence - @lleldey (When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost?)

𖤐 every hour, every minute. (m) - @aajjks (jungkook can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.)

𖤐 ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw) - @frmisnow (what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!)

[jmstoesblog]

D.

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: it’s just smut tbh

released: 14.05.24

Warning: eating out from behind, spanking, doggystyle, dom!jk, unprotected sex, little bit of dirty talk, readers called a slut (during sex), breast play, chocking (pretending to), hair pulling, not proofread!!

Note: sorry for being inactive, I’ll try to post more. I actually have a lot of unfinished story in my drafts. I’ll try to finish them and post them soon.

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“It’s too much!” You cry out as your boyfriend eats you out from behind. You’re on all fours on the bed with your boyfriend making you see stars.

“Take it.” His voice gets muffled by your pussy but you still manage to make out what he said, “take it like a good girl.”

You clench around his tongue which is inside you and Jungkook grunts, his hands on your hips, squeezing them.

Jungkook slides his tongue out and sucks on your clit making you moan out at the feeling. You buck your hips but Jungkook stops you by keeping you in place by the grip on your hips, “ah ah,” he says, detaching his mouth from your aching core, “You take what I give you.” He grins.

You look back at him, “Kookie please!” You whine like a little toddler, Jungkook chuckles at your state, “that’s not going to work, baby. Now be a good girl and take what I give you or I’ll edge you.” His stare turns sharp, so does his voice. The amusement in his eyes and voice long gone.

You huff and turn your head around. You wince when you feel a spank delivered to your ass, “Did you understand?” He sternly asks you, deciding to not act like a brat and do what he tells you to, you nod. Another spank is delivered to your ass, this time harder than the last one, “words.”

“Yes, I understand.” You just need to feel his mouth on your pussy again, or yet better his cock.

“Good.” Jungkook rubs the spot where he spanked you, trying to soothe the pain. He parts your fold and gives you a little kiss on your heat as an apology.

You bite your lip to surpass the moan threatening to spill out. You try to ignore the burning sensation on your ass and focus on the pleasure.

Jungkook has his hands placed on your hips, his shirt laying somewhere on the floor, his pants pushed down to his knees, the bulge evident through his white Calvin Klein boxers. He keeps sucking on your clit, an endless string of moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

Jungkook pushes your pussy harder against his face by using his hands that are placed on your hips. When he feels like you’re nearing your edge he stops.

“What….” You turn your head to look at him. Your juices on his chin and lips, “I was so close!” You whine and watch him lick his chin and the area around his mouth, tasting you.

“I can give you something better.” He shrugs.

In the next minute his pants and underwear are also on the floor, he aligns his cock with your entrance, pushing the tip in is enough for your thighs to quiver, “look at you,” he mocks you, “my cock isn’t even inside you and you’re already shaking like that.” He quietly laughs at that.

Without any warning he pushes his cock all the way in. Jungkook groans in satisfaction and you moan.

All that is heard, is skin clapping, moans and squelching noises your pussy is making.

“You take me so well.” Jungkook grunts, “you feel so good, so tight.” You whimper at his praise.

His cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid speed, his thighs meeting your ass at every thrust, “s- so good, kookie!” You gasp out.

His one hand is playing with your pussy while the other one is pushing your head into the pillow.

“Yeah? You like getting fucked hard?” He rasps out, “y-yes!” You cry out, “fuckin’ me so good, gguk!”

“You filthy slut.” He slaps your cunt and more tears roll down your cheeks due to pleasure. The bed is making weird noises, it might break.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, your back pressing against his front. The thrusts don’t stop.

His hand travels to your waist, holding it tightly to keep you in place. His other hand is playing with your breasts, flicking the nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

When you clench around his cock, he’s sure you’re close to coming. His hand that was previously playing with your breasts, is holding your neck now, choking you.

He isn’t actually chocking you, just squeezing your neck every time you clench around him, “fuck I’m close, baby. Wanna come together?” You only manage to nod.

“Gonna make you so full, full with my cum, full with my babies.” He mumbles shakily, spurting his seeds into you. You moan his name when cumming.

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do not copy or translate!

Maserlist

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #54] Surprises

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car shag!!! bit of a mess really, starluvrs being starluvrs, degradation, praise, creampie, jumping days here and there, we've got places to be!! bad decisions to make!!

notes: leaving u with a lil cliff hanger hehehe

wc: 6K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"No, it's not funny. I'm actually gonna die," Jeongguk groans as your giggle vibrates against his throat. Hair tickling his skin, there's a clumsiness to you both. Are so familiar with one another that it shouldn't be a struggle - and yet neither of you can see to get this right.

"Shush," you laugh, hands desperately struggling with his belt. "It's the angle! Hips up."

"You're on me!" He protests, giggling as his head rests against the back of the chairs. It's dark, and it's cramped, and there's nothing sexy about this.

Or at least there isn't until Jeongguk lifts his hips. You gasp at the sudden movement, his arm wrapped around your back (or, more so, just above your arse) to keep you in place on top of him.

"Fuck-" you yelp in surprise, taken aback by the sudden jolt.

"I think you mean 'fuck, please' ," he quips as if your exclamation had been a request. "I'd really like to. You're the one butchering this."

"Hey!" You defend - and then you're giggling again, even if you are doing far better now that his body is a little straighter, quickly threading the leather through the buckle. His hips sink back down into the seat. The natural motion of your body of his realigns you. Gets your nose right where it belongs next to his. "See," you whisper against his lips. "Wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Like I said," he flirts back, practically kissing you while brushing his lips against yours. Boundaries don't exist. Your air is his. Your space, body, and innermost desires are all shared willingly. Reciprocally. "I wasn't the one being difficult."

Lips sinking down into his just as an excuse to shut him up, you hum something incoherent.

"What was that?" He purrs. "I'm right?"

"Shut up."

Blazer left in the passenger seat, you're still in your jeans and Jeongguk's tank top.

"Fuck it," you groan, pulling yourself away into the seat next to his. Get the zipper of the jeans open, but before you can even tug the trousers down your legs, Jeongguk's all up in your business again - and who are you to turn away such a loyal customer?

"Gguk," you laugh as his lips find your neck, hand slipping down the front of your trousers. With a gasp, your head tilts back, the pressure of his fingers against the lace of your underwear akin to paradise.

"Yeah?" He teases, knowing the moan of his name was rhetorical.

"Shut up," you moan, as he presses down on your most sensitive of parts.

"Rude," he smirks, then trails his tongue up your neck. Flicks over the lobe of your ear. Sucks. Whispers, "Hips up, baby. Take them off."

You've done this dance with Jeongguk many times, in many precarious places, but none of them have ever been as cramped as his car. The leather of his seats is only lukewarm thanks to the aircon, and there's an acute awareness that anyone could see you right now - but it's late, and it's dark, and you don't really care for anything outside the confines of the steel can you're in.

"I'm trying," you giggle, awkwardly shimmying the materials down your legs. It's not like he's helping. Not when his fingers are toying with the lace of your underwear, lips pressing wet kisses beneath your jaw.

"Wanna fuck you so bad," he lazily admits, then realises maybe he needs to be a bit more proactive in order to get what he wants.

Pulling away from you, Jeongguk frantically pushes his own trousers down. Not off, not entirely - he's still wearing his shoes - but below his knees to give him a little wiggle room. Palms at himself, cock hard beneath his boxers, while his other hand strokes at the curve of your back as you lean down to pull your jeans off at the ankle. Wastes no time pulling you back onto his lap as soon as possible.

"Hi," you whisper, hair falling around his face, engulfing him in everything you are.

"Hey, baby," he whispers back, hands stroking at your waist. There's a warmth to his palms, a strength to the intention with which he touches you. He lets his thumb tuck beneath the material. Strokes against your skin, while his other hand dips to squeeze your ass. You can practically hear him internally whinging about being an ass guy, as if his lips don't start to trail down your neck and to somewhere else entirely . "Come here often?"

Your line of bantering has been well-nurtured by this point. The same jokes, same playful remarks are repeated like comedy specials. Reruns of your favourite shows. Binge-watched. Left to play in the background of menial tasks just to fill the space.

Your fingers weave into his hair as your hips begin to grind against his lap. Encouraging his exploration of your skin, you hum in satisfaction as his lips trail along the neckline of his tank top.

"Once or twice," you tease - which immediately has him pulling back.

"I'm sorry?!" He huffs in fake outrage. There's a grin on his pretty lips despite his furrowed brows. "Once or twice?!"

With a laugh that Jeongguk thinks could make even the coldest of hearts fall in love, you nod as you cup his jaw, resting your forehead to his. "Maybe three times."

"You come here all the time," he whines, the double meaning of your flirt so thinly veiled it may as well not exist.

"Well, I'm not right now, am I?" you challenge.

Hands cupping your ass, Jeongguk gives you a squeeze, then gently spanks your exposed skin. There's a slight jump to your reaction and an incredibly sultry gasp.

Pressing his lips up against yours, Jeongguk reaches between your legs and tugs your panties to the side. Already wet, he knows he could probably just fuck you right now - but he wants you choking on your words.

"Fuck," you whine into his lips. The movement lets his tongue slide against yours, gently stroking until it's all rather undignified. His tongue is in your mouth just like his middle finger is slowly pushing up into your cunt, your hips helping to create a rhythm.

"You wanna fuck me so bad," he smirks against you. Earns himself a pathetic nod from you as your hands tighten in his hair. The tension of your fingers forces his head to tip back, and then you're both gasping in a way that is far too personal for the back of a car. A second finger pushes into you, and the lopsided smirk on Jeongguk's face deepens as your face blossoms with unadulterated pleasure. "Say it, B. Tell me how much you want it."

Hips languidly grinding down as his fingers stroke up against your sweetest spots, all you can manage is a blatant, bratty lie. "Don't wanna fuck you."

"No?" He grins. "Say it, then. Call chess."

Provocative in his instigations, Jeongguk is all cocksure and confident in that boyish way that always makes you wanna rise to his challenge.

Trouble is, to play him at his own game is to lose. You do want to fuck him - and you know that if you try and pretend like you don't, he'll withhold himself from you until you're begging .

"No," you sweetly reply. "I'm doing charity , here. Taking one for the team. You're welcome."

"Charity?" he almost fucking snorts.

"Charity," you nod. "Can't take it back because I'll get bad karma, so it means I have to fuck you."

Jeongguk scoffs, brows furrowed, lips ajar.

"Well, maybe I don't wanna fuck you," he retorts, now.

There's something celestial about Jeongguk in moments like these.

What you're doing together is sordid. Seedy. Nasty, even. The way you want one another in the most immoral of ways is almost embarrassing. He's desperate, yet there's forbearance in the glitter that waltzes around in his dark eyes at the mere sight of you. A tenderness to his pretty pout as he fakes a lousy mood. A lightness to the giggle he hides as it desperately tries to escape.

Nudging your nose up against his, you let your hand sink beneath the waistband of his boxers. Excruciatingly hard, Jeongguk's cock is incapable of fibbing. Moaning ever so gently as you stroke his length, he doesn't object as you adjust your position, while your spare hand tugs at his underwear to free him.

He's really not had much foreplay at all. Just a little bit of grinding and, of course, the things he's done to you - which is enough to get him solid regardless. Part of you thinks it's cruel to skip over a blowjob, but you've got a point to prove.

"Don't lie, baby," you whisper against lips, lining yourself up with him.

The casualness of such an affectionate term makes him fucking twitch. Doesn't think he'll last long at all.

The tip of his thick cock kisses your entrance. Lips ajar, you breathe one another in as you sink down onto his shaft.

It's a slow acceptance of the way he feels inside of you. Something to savour. Something to appreciate. The tightness. The wetness. The warmth.

Eyes closed, Jeongguk is overwhelmed by the stars in his darkened mind.

"Not lying," he eventually husks, head tipping back as you sink down as far as you can - but it's when you drag back up that he really whines. "Oh, fuck ."

"That good?" you softly ask, deliberately sweet in your tone. If his eyes were to open, he'd see the teasing smirk on your lips. You really do revel in his weakness.

Jeongguk nods. Bites down on his bottom lip. Grunts as you push back down. Hands gripping your ass, Jungook leverages a slightly deeper fullness, his needy cock now buried in you. "Fuck. Yeah."

The sensation of him filling you is never new.

Still, it always somehow feels like the first time - and so as much as you wish you could pretend like you are unbothered, you know there's only one thing that will stop you from blurting out pathetic, desperate pleas for him to let you bounce.

So, you kiss him.

Again, this is familiar, but it still always startles him.

He's never liked a pair of lips more, and can't believe he gets to kiss them. Sometimes - much like now - his brain can't comprehend it. Makes him take half a second to actually respond, as if he's giving you a chance to stop. To reevaluate. Is so concerned with making sure you're in control that he forgets he doesn't need to anymore.

Neither of you are the same people you once were.

How could you be?

Your orbits have collided now, quite undeniably.

Life won't ever be the same. It's not like this is a new actualisation you're having as Jeongguk's grip on the soft flesh of your ass tightens, nor is it something you're only just considering as he does, in fact, begin to manipulate your body into moving at a faster pace.

Since the moment you met Jeongguk, all bleary-eyed and bright smiles, even despite the broken heart you were trying to mend, nothing has ever felt like it did before.

Lips strong against yours, he kisses you with such intent that it's almost as if he's making up for lost time. As if he's saying, what took us so long?

Truthfully, you wish you had a good answer for it. Know that you could explain it away with trauma, and indecision, and -fuck it- bad decisions.

It was always the right time, 'cause he's always been the right person. You were just stupid, and he was just scared. Sometimes you swapped roles. Often, you shared them.

"God," he whines into your mouth, his hips jerking up to really make sure you can feel how much he's been craving you. "This cunt - fuck . Your cunt. I fucking love it."

Slowing your hips, nails tight against his shoulders, your pouty lips rest ajar as you pull back to look at him.

His eyes fall on yours; dark, hedonistic, covetous.

You're fragile in comparison; benevolent, pretty, pristine. Chaste in the soft closing of your lips and subsequent widening of your eyes. You beg, "Say it again."

"What?" he smirks, rolling his hips up, revelling in the furrowing of your brows. Adores how dainty your mannerisms have become. Revels in how he knows your pussy is sinfully stretched because of his cock. He's defiling you. Besmirching.

Bringing one of his hands to your front, Jeongguk never loses contact with your body. Strokes up your stomach, over your chest and gently grips around your the base of your throat.

"Huh, baby?" He taunts. "What?"

Gasping, you don't even get a chance to respond before Jeongguk is tugging down the front of his vest, hooking it beneath your tits. Carelessly does the same thing with the lace cup of your bra. A crack of skin meets skin, and a whine from your dulcest lips echoes in the car; a short, sharp spank delivered to your tits.

"Gguk," you mumble as your body recoils from the impact, only for his lips to wrap around your hard nipple within the same breath. "Oh, fuck."

There's no denying Jeongguk has complete control over your body in moments like these.

Pulling on your waist, Jeongguk forces a division between your bodies. He's breathless. Just looks at you. Stares. Obsesses. Finally, he does as you ask of him, as he says, "What do you want me to say? How much I love this cunt? You know I do. You know I'd fuck you all day, every day if I could, B. Seven days a week." His hips gently begin to pulse as his grip on your waist encourages you to move in a similar, lazy fashion. "I want you all the time."

Hands to his cheeks, there's an impatience to the way you pull him for the deepest of kisses. Waste no time stroking your tongue against his, getting lost in everything he is. Losing yourself. Not caring to leave a trail. Never want to be found. Want to stay with him forever.

It's a long time.

But what else is there for a star to do, other than shine for an eternity for the sake of those who adore them?

The pace of your hips as you ride him, not caring for anything other than making him feel good has him close within minutes. He doesn't want to finish. Wants to last. Take his time. Make you feel good.

"Slow, baby," he husks, pulling you down and easing into the motion of a tepid grind. "You'll make me cum."

"Good," you pout, stealing a kiss.

"Bad," he laughs. Shakes his head. Lets his nose nudge against yours. Whispers, "You got any idea how fucking good you feel?"

With a small giggle that sends shockwaves through his body as your pussy tightens around his length, you claim that you don't. Ask, "Is it your favourite?"

"Hmm?"

"My pussy," you clarify - not asking for any reason more complex than an ego boost. "Is it your favourite?"

He rolls his eyes. Smiles. "You know it is, you little psycho."

And even though it shouldn't, the name-calling makes you giggle again.

He laughs, too. Teases you. Says shit like, "Why you asking dumb questions, baby? Am I fucking you so well you're forgetting how much I like you, huh? Forgetting that you're my girlfriend?"

"Might have to fuck me harder," you wickedly scheme. Know exactly how to get what you want. "Jog my memory. Remind me of it."

"Don't think it'll help," he simpers against your lips, tongue invasive before you're even really kissing him. There's a recklessness to the way he's toying with you, which is only further exacerbated when he says, "Think you're just a dumb slut when you sit on my dick, aren't you baby? So dumb. So pretty."

Nodding, your moans get muffled in the way he kisses you. There's a domineering quality to how he's handling your body, and absolutely zero resistance from you.

"What are you, huh?" He goads.

If you weren't currently pulsing around his cock, desperately trying to not to come undone, you'd give some kind of witty reply. Would be able to fucking think - but right now you can't. He's exactly what he says you are.

"Dumb slut," you willingly degrade yourself.

"And?"

You shrug. Really can't think of anything other than the way his thumb starts to toy with your clit.

"Pretty," he tells you. "So fucking gorgeous. Say it."

"Gguk," you whimper.

"Say it."

"Pretty."

"That's right," he nods. "My gorgeous, dumb slut, aren't you? So good ."

"So good," you echo. "Gguk, I'm close."

"I know," he assures you. "You're gonna cum all over me, aren't you? Gonna show me how much you like being mine?"

You're a pathetic, whimpery mess as you nod. Can barely string a sentence together. All you can do is let your body succumb to Jeongguk and everything that he is.

It's no secret that he gets you in a way that no other person ever has before, not even yourself. No one has even come close .

Yet he's effortless as he nods and says, "I've got you, B. C'mon. Let me feel you."

It doesn't take much. Just a few masterful flicks of his thumb. Your nails grip against the base of his throat, whining so pathetically that Jeongguk can't promise he won't come undone, too - and then you're shaking. Throbbing. Cumming.

"More," he grits. Picks up his pace. Steadies his hips. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Head tilting back, Jeongguk's euphoric in moments like these. Just inches away from his own finishing line, he doesn't care about winning. Will let you take home the trophy - but why compromise when you can just share?

"God, I'm gonna cum," he tells you. "Where-"

"Inside."

One day, you'll learn that being so careless is a terrible idea, but it is not today. For now, he nods. Knows you're on birth control, so gladly obliges. Focuses on you. Says, "I'm there. Oh, fuck, baby, I'm there."

His arrival is far more dignified than yours. Slower. Just as intense, with a far milder delivery, but it's only because he's trying to do three things at once: keep you feeling good, keep himself feeling good, and keep his eyes locked on yours.

He wants to watch you sparkle as he cums. Wants to see if your eyes will twinkle like Christmas come early. Wants to see if the physical manifestation of how he feels about you can be translated by your body; if you'll know how deeply he adores you.

"That's it," you nod. Tenderly let your thumbs stroke his cheeks, and despite his determination, he can't help but close his eyes. Leans into your touch. Lets you preen and perfect him as he unloads himself into you. Can't speak, 'cause you're tucking hair behind his ear and telling him how pretty he looks. Kissing his cheeks. Saying shit like, "All for me, isn't it Koo? It's mine."

Oh God, he thinks. It is.

Yours, yours, yours.

Stupid shit. His cock, his cum, and his unadulterated desire.

Sincere shit. His heart, his affections, and his unbridled adoration.

His body, his mind, his soul.

And then his lips are on yours, because they belong to you too - and if he doesn't do something with them, secret words and unspoken confessions would be yours, too.

If he were to think about it - which he won't 'cause he's still coming down from his post-orgasm high - he'd realise that maybe it would be okay for you to have those confessions. Maybe it's not as terrifying as it seems.

Instead, he just nods into the kiss. "You know it's yours, B. Fuck-" he laughs, resting his forehead against yours "- you're too fucking good."

"Yeah?" you giggle, so pleased with how worn out and weak he always seems to be after sex. It's vulnerable. You like that he feels safe enough to be so delicate.

"Yeah," he beams as you adjust, then groans a little as you pull back to separate the pair of you. Rolling off from your perch, you lazily lean into him, then smile when he passes you the jumper you'd taken off earlier that evening. "Careful. Mind the seats."

Letting him nut inside you probably wasn't the best idea. In fact, there's a whole host of reasons as to why it was a bad idea, but now, spilling onto his seats is the main worry.

"It's your cum," you tell him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, while you adjust to make sure his seats are protected. His other hand reached over to pull your bra back up. Vest too. Squeezes your tits for good measure, but is notably making sure you're not exposed.

It's not for any specific reason. Is just aware of the fact you've no real privacy in the back of his car, even if the windows are tinted.

"Don't care," he tells you with a smile, but also adds. "And it's both of ours. What's mine is yours."

"Such a generous lover," you laugh, and Jeongguk finds his heart swelling.

Still, he plays it cool. Pretends like the term 'lover' doesn't make him want to recite fuckin' poetry. Tucks himself away too, then smirks, "You're welcome."

His teasing is punctuated with a kiss to your hair. An acceptance of a new normal. Half naked in the back of his car, you both look out at the city that floods the basin of the mountain range. Lights sparkle in the abyss; evidence of lives being lived. Proof that perhaps you aren't the only stars that call the city 'home'.

Though, realistically, Jeongguk would argue that 'home' is curled up against him, her fingers toying with his as they settle into a comfortable silence, broken only by the whisper of, "I'm so happy, Gguk."

A moment of silence lingers in the aftermath of such a devastating admission. You pay no mind to it. Would have said it regardless. Aren't expecting much, if anything, back. Just thought he should know.

Which is sweet, because he thinks you should know how he's feeling, too.

"Yeah?" he tenderly asks.

With a small hum, you nod. Keep playing with his hands. Look at them instead of the city.

"Good," he whispers. "Me, too. More than you could ever imagine."

Happiness is a curious thing.

For so long, it evaded you.

These days, you seem to find it everywhere.

It's in the silly giggles that echo around his car as you struggle to get your jeans on in such a cramped space. It's in the way Jeongguk playfully spanks your ass as you clamber through to the front seats, and it's also abundant in the soft hum of a song sung together on the drive home.

You admit all kinds of things, but are safe to feign innocence. After all, you were just singing along to a song you both like. So what? They're not your words, even if you meant every single one of them.

The happiness you find in the roads that lead you to Jeongguk place is akin to contentment. Peace. They understand that life can be easy.

From his parking lot to his elevator, and the way he never lets go of your hand, you know he meant what he said.

The smile on his lips as he presses devastatingly needy kisses against yours in the corner of an empty elevator only further proves this.

By his doorstep, stealing half a dozen more kisses before he has to behave himself in case Jimin is around, he is happy.

When he realises Jimin is out, God knows where, Jeongguk is happy.

When you go to the bathroom to get yourself sorted, only to end up scurrying back to him a few minutes later to drag him into the shower with you, you're both happy.

When he wraps you in the fluffy towel he bought especially for you, you're happy.

When sleep finally steals you away from one another, you know that nightmares aren't a possibility for the night head. How could they be?

Life is too good.

Something's gotta give - but for now, you'll revel in it.

Come the next morning, as you both begin to prepare for the day, you can't imagine anything ruining your current bliss.

The fabric of his shirt drapes over his defined chest like carved linen on an ancient Greek statue. Hangs so beautifully it's a wonder he's not a model. You understand exactly why there are so many bloody statues from that time period, 'cause you know damn well if cameras didn't exist, you'd want a reminder of his body, too.

"Can I help?" He asks, raising a brow in your direction.

You'd been so distracted by his titties that you hadn't realised you'd been drooling like a dog for the last minute or so.

Nodding, you sigh. "Never wear that shirt around me in public."

He furrows his brows. "Huh?" He asks, then quickly realises what you mean. Laughs. Shakes his head, and tweaks his now restored brows. "You're like a dog in heat, B. Control yourself."

"Not possible," you assure him, then gasp. "Oh! Actually-"

You cut yourself off, reaching for your phone to check the date, then swipe through to one of your apps.

Ever since the potential spawn scare, you've been making a point to track your cycle, just to be extra careful. The app also doubles as a horoscope prompt, which is the main reason you check it, but you'll never admit that to anyone except Danbi. And probably Jeongguk, too. But they're also the only people you'd ever speak about your cycle with, so what difference does it make.

"That explains it," you grimace, observing the scheduled peak in your hormones right about now.

"What does?" He questions, unhooking two glass mugs from the holder next to the coffee machine, before grabbing the ice he'd gotten out a minute or so prior.

"Ovulating," you state all rather plainly.

Jeongguk probably knows more about the menstrual cycle than you do thanks to his WebMD deep dives a few months ago - the theoretical science, at least. Not what they're like in practice.

"Ah," he just nods. "So that's why you're a randy mare."

"I'm always a randy mare," you correct him, which earns a hearty laugh from Jeongguk. "Just explains why you look so..."

"Handsome? Sexy? God-like?" He teases. "Thanks."

"Not what I was gonna say," you laugh, tossing your phone down on the sofa's cushion before joining him at the kitchen island. Perching up on one of the stools, you smile as he silently passes over an iced coffee for you. "But..."

"But?"

"Well, you're not wrong," you flirt, instantly sipping on your coffee, but keeping your eyes on him. Jeongguk laughs. Thinks you're lovely.

Also thinks he'll be late for work if he keeps this up, but he can't bear to drag himself away from you.

On the late shift, you've less pressure to start your day than Jeongguk does. He's in early to do work on bar refurbs, which only makes you wanna whine about how hot he is again whenever you remember it. Think he'd look delightful in a tool belt.

The thought consumes you for a good twenty minutes or so. It's only when you're back in his room as he gets ready for work that you're able to have a fully-present conversation.

"The rest of the week?" you frown as Jeongguk reveals his schedule.

"Afraid so," he nods. "I've got the evenings free, though? I can come to yours, instead. Make things easier. Or you're welcome to crash here on the days you're working a late shift."

"We can figure it out from day to day," you offer, knowing that solid plans aren't needed. You really are attached at the hip. His mother was right. "Are you working Saturday?"

With a regretful hum of confirmation, he adds, "I'm busy around lunchtime on Sunday, but I'm free in the evening."

"Oh?" you chirp. "What's happening on Sunday?"

Jeongguk pauses. Realises he's said too much. Stammers a little. "Erm, I, uh- no. Sorry. No. I have a meeting."

"Meeting?" You question, brows furrowing. "For the rest-"

"No," he shakes his head before you even finish. He didn't mean to do so. Skin prickly, body warm, he's nervous. You can tell. Lips pursing, Jeongguk sort of looks into the void. Isn't sure how to articulate himself. Just kinda blurts out, "Therapy."

You're silent for a second.

Jeongguk wants to shrivel up and just die.

"Oh," you eventually say. "I didn't realise."

He shakes his head. Feel so embarrassed.

"First session," he quickly says, as if he's trying to defend himself for some reason you don't quite understand. "Wasn't gonna tell you till... I don't know. Just wanted to make sure it was the right thing for me, first."

Often joked about between you and Danbi, therapy has always been something you've considered. Are highly aware of the lingering impact of a shitbag ex and what it did to your self-esteem - but to share such vulnerabilities feels so embarrassing.

You'd found a happy medium with Jeongguk. Overcame so much. Not everything, of course, and there are certain behaviours and traits that you think will always reside within you, but nothing debilitating.

With a soft smile, you nod. "Of course. It's a big thing."

Jeongguk knows you well enough by now to know when you're holding back.

"Go on," he laughs. "Ask whatever it is that you wanna ask."

"I don't wanna ask anything!" You protest. He lets silence fill the space. Raises his brows. Waits for you to fold - of which you very quickly do, proving just how well he knows you. "Why?"

Jeongguk sighs. Isn't really sure how to answer, so asks for clarity. "Why therapy?"

Nodding, you hum confirmation. It's a broad question, and one that you realistically know the answer to. It's something you could both really benefit from. Part of you hates that the impact of another person is still so potent that he needs help to get over it - but you know him just as well as he knows you. Are fully aware that it's not her he needs to get over, but rather the patterns of behaviour he spent years nursing into his subconscious.

Avoiding eye contact, he shrugs. Begins to tinker around his room. Refolds clothes, straightens chess pieces. Does anything to avoid your gaze. Is a little shameful in his vulnerability. "Dunno. Just thought it could be good for me."

"Good for you?"

"Good for me," he confirms. "I just..."

You don't say it, and nor does he, but you know you're both thinking about the same thing—the same person.

"... Got a pattern of ruining the things I care about," he pathetically admits. Is holding onto a small stress ball, but doesn't squeeze it. Taps it against his wall instead. Once, twice. Finally looks over to you, then tosses it your way. There's an ease to the way you catch it, but you think it's thanks to the gentle nature with which Jeongguk threw it. "Meant it when I said I want us -this- to work."

For all of Hayun's terrible behaviours, Jeongguk wasn't blameless during their mess of a situation. He enabled. Encouraged. Made his fair share of bad decisions. Would cause fights and pick them too, just as often as she did.

He remembers, on one occasion, kissing some girls he hardly remembers at a party just to piss Hayun off - and it did. Might've even been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Had been a night of heavy drinking, and Jeongguk had been reminded on more than one occasion of how they were simply just friends - which is funny, 'cause the way Hayun reacted to the news of him kissing someone else was akin to that of a betrayed partner.

He doesn't ever want to be that toxic again. Hated the way it made him feel. Is scared, though. Worries that he's a little too damaged for all of this. For you.

With a gentle pout you're trying not to let show, you hold your hand out for him.

He takes it without hesitation. Clambers onto his bed with you and sinks into a natural state of ease once more. Pressing a delicate kiss against his sternum, you snuggle into his chest and quietly praise his choices.

"I think it's a really courageous thing to do, Gguk," you say. Hope he knows how sincere you're being. "Not to sound weird or anything, but I'm really proud of you."

His heart thuds so profoundly in his chest that you can feel it.

"Shut up," he dismisses with a tender laugh. "It's not a big deal."

But it is for him, and you damn well know it.

"Maybe not," you choose not to argue against him. "Still proud."

"Really?"

"Really."

By the time Sunday rolls around, you're so busy with preparations for Taehyung's upcoming show, that you barely have a chance to check in with Jungook. You do make the time to quickly call him before his appointment. Reassure him that he'll be fine, even if it does scare you a little.

You want him to be happy more than anything. Fear that reorganising his brain will somehow make him realise that he doesn't need you anymore. You also think it'd be selfish ever to voice those fears. Choose against it.

"You should really tell him," Taehyung says, stealing your focus from your thoughts and to the situation at hand, instead. "Surprises really aren't his thing."

You're in The Ryu, helping Tae with gallery configuration and optimisation. This next show is all about stats and sales, not art.

Furrowing your brows, you're not sure Taehyung is right.

After all, Jeongguk surprised you with a birthday celebration, and he took his post-exam party in his stride, too.

You forget that he left early to come and see you. That he said he would have rather just slept, but also know that it was less about not enjoying the party, but moreso because you weren't there.

"It's not like a surprise surprise," you insist, trying to be reasonable about your decision to keep Jeongguk in the dark about this upcoming show. "Plus, he's gonna get here a little earlier than the event opens. Told him I need his help for last minute things. Will tell him then"

"Even then," Taehyung hisses a little air between his teeth, "I dunno, DB. It's your funeral."

"So wear your finest attire," you simply joke, as if Taehyung's words aren't making you second guess yourself.

"You wear yours," he half-snorts. There's a lightness to his remark, humour in his tone. He knows that even if Jeongguk reacts badly, it won't be detrimental. Or at least, he doesn't think it will be. "Distract him with all your glitter, or something."

"Oh, trust me," you flash him a grin, pleased that the heaviness of Taehyung's tone seems to have lifted. "I always do."

Or at least, his tone is lifted until he notices another minor component of the show.

He always knew there was going to be a guest list. It heightens the notion of exclusivity and will encourage those with money to spend to open their purse strings further.

As he glances over the list, Taehyung raises a brow. "Hayun?"

Even hearing her name makes your blood boil - but you simply say, "What of her?"

"You're asking for trouble."

"I'm not asking for anything."

Taehyung frows. Knows it's the exact kind of thing Danbi would say. Reckons you must have already discussed the list with her. Looks at it again. Sighs. "And the investors?"

"Necessary," You chirp as if you haven't given it a second thought. "We need people with deep pockets, Tae."

"But they work with your ex, don't they?" He cautiously asks. Has learned far more about you through Danbi than he really should have done.

"They work with money," you correct him with an innocent smile. "And lots of it, which is what we need."

You're not wrong, as such, but Taehyung still feels uneasy. He's too concerned with thinking about the near future to realise the impact it could have on the distant future. You're too busy thinking about the distant future to care for how awful the near future could be. You're two sides of the same coin. No matter which way up it lands, someone is going to be unhappy.

"Just... remember who you're doing all this for," he gently warns. "That's all."

Part of you takes offence.

Though Jeongguk doesn't know it yet, you're putting together an event that will hopefully right the wrongs of his bad luck in recent weeks.

It's all for him.

Yet when Jeongguk arrives home from his therapy session and finds the art show flyer with Jimin's bag on the kitchen counter, he frowns. Calls you immediately. Figures you're still at the gallery when you don't pick up. Has to leave a voicemail, instead.

Still frowning as he speaks, Jeongguk seems to have lost some of that happiness he found a few days previously.

"Hey, B?" He quickly says after the dial tone beeps. Eyes focused on the wooden chopping board up by his sink, Jeongguk is so terribly conflicted. Doesn't know what to do. Eventually composes himself. "Call me back when you get this. We need to talk."

[euphorajeon]

very boxer!gguk of him 😩

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[cutaepatootie]

Animal - 01

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook au | angst | future smut | lots of sarcasm Word Count: 21.3k

Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds and blood.

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It is a rainy day, end of September.

The entire floor is silent except for the sounds of the raindrops against the glass of the windows, the distant beeps of the different machines, the occasional sounds of an I.V. stand being dragged across the tiled floor.

The atmosphere is humid and dense, announcing the storm that’s about to start, bidding its farewell to the now gone summer.

She keeps whirling her pencil on her fingers, cheek resting on the palm of her hand as she stares absentmindedly at the papers distributed all across the table of the nursing control. There’s not much to do on a Friday afternoon like that, the nurses having a snack in the cafeteria, the nursing assistants at the storeroom restocking material…

Looking at the window, she wishes she was somewhere else, far away from that tranquil floor in one of the busiest hospitals in the city.

She loves studying nursing, don’t misunderstand her, and she’s enjoying her practices at the hospital, but she just feels as if she could do more than change I.Vs. and give meds. There has to be more to it than that.

Sighing, she leaves the pencil on the table and looks at panel that displays in the shape of small buttons the different rooms of the floor. They should all be a shiny green colour, indicating that everything’s fine, but there’s a red button in the middle of the panel that catches the girl’s attention.

Squinting her eyes, she approaches the panel and reads the number above the red button.

432.2

“Fuck,” she mumbles under her breath, looking around the nursing control as if searching for someone that could help her.

But she knows she’s alone, the nurses having left only a couple a minutes ago. They probably won’t be back for another hour or so.

She slowly stands up from his chair and takes a deep breath. She can do this. She can’t leave a patient waiting like that, what if he needs something important?

“He’s just another patient,” she mumbles to herself, preparing in a small tray everything she could possibly need. “It’s probably just the intravenous saline…”

The girl takes one last deep breath and holds the tray confidently as she walks towards the room 432.

She stops before the door and puts on some latex gloves, knocking on the door softly. He’s just another patient.

Decisively she opens the door and the dark atmosphere immediately greets her. It’s even denser inside the room, and the humid air causes her to start sweating. It’s so hot she thinks summer stayed inside that room.

“Hello,” she says, trying to make her voice sound calm and collected.

The bed 432.1 closest to the door is empty, as it always is, since no one wants to be in that room for too long.

She closes the door behind her, her eyes taking some seconds to adjust to the darkness of the room, the only light being the one that seeps through the slits of the blinds.

Finally, she sees the figure lying on the bed by the window. The bed is a bit reclined, facing the window.

The sounds of the rain hitting the blinds seem to be amplified by the deafening silence of the room, the beeps of the machine that indicates the girl that the intravenous saline has ran out, piercing her ears.

She glances towards the man lying on the bed, looking absentmindedly at the window covered by the blinds that he, himself, always keeps rolled down.

Awkwardly, she walks closer to the bed with the tray in her hands. She hesitates before leaving the tray on top of the bedside table and searching for the man’s I.V. in the darkness.

“Could you lift your left arm, please?”

The man does as the girl says, letting her know he isn’t asleep.

Carefully, she keeps searching for the I.V. until she finds it, close to the man’s wrist. With even more care, she touches the small bandage of the I.V. that protects it from falling or getting infected. Everything she does, she does it with care, not wanting what happened just the previous week to repeat itself.

She had heard the nurses and the nursing assistants of the floor talking about some patient who was really difficult and rude, he was always locked in his room, didn’t lift the blinds, didn’t switch on the TV, didn’t want a roommate. He never had visits, had no one who called asking about him. They also whispered he had been a boxer, now retired after years and years of injuries. Didn’t have a good life, nor a good relationship with the law and justice. His prognosis wasn’t really good either.

So apparently, he was there to die.

At first, she had pitied him, no one deserves to die alone in the empty and dark room of some hospital after all, so she treated him like she would treat any other patient.

She stills as she remembers the man’s shout at her as she was trying to wake him up to do him a blood glucose test, her cheeks reddening and warming as she lowered her head. She was as embarrassed as she was angry, and when the man asked her to tell her what the test had said, she just lifted her head up, looked him dead in the eye and stormed out of the room without uttering a single word, determined to never come back.

She could deal with sick patients, quiet and tired ones… But with rude ones? Never.

So the pity is long gone by now, only remaining resentment and a bit of fear.

In silence, she disconnects the cord that passes the saline solution from the bottle towards the man’s I.V. and takes the bottle from the I.V. stand. She quickly cleans a bit around the bandage that covers the man’s I.V. and connects the new saline solution, wanting to get out of that room as soon as possible.

The machine stops beeping, but the girl can still hear the high-pitched sounds in her mind.

“Make sure it is properly connected,” a low and raspy voice says, breaking the silence.

The man isn’t even looking at her, so she shakes his head and tightens the cord to the I.V. without saying a thing. She wouldn’t mind it if the man addressed her with some respect, but the aggressiveness in his voice only angers her even more.

Gathering her things in the tray, she takes a turn to go back to the nursing control, suddenly sitting at that table with her pencils and papers looks like such an interesting plan.

“Wait,” the voice of the man echoes once again, making her stop just when she was about to grab the doorknob of the door. “Roll up the blinds a bit.”

For the sake of her grades and her position at the hospital, she doesn’t ask him if he left his manners at home with the rest of his things. Taking a deep breath of air – this time not to make the fear go away, if not to stop herself from screaming at the man to go fuck himself – she turns around and walks towards the big window.

She rolls the blinds up a bit, not even waiting for the man’s approval.

After lifting the blinds up a bit, the grey light from the outside seeps into the room and her eyes adjust better to the new light.

“Enough,” he says.

She grabs her tray and once again, tries to leave the room. But just when she’s about to grab the doorknob and go…

“Wait,” he calls her again. “Wait.”

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

She turns around for the twentieth time and fakes her best smile.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Jeon?” she asks, trying to sound polite and not like someone who was about to murder him.

In the now dim light of the room, she can see the man better. Now, he’s not just a figure lying on the bed anymore. She can see his tousled, graying hair. His tired eyes are looking at her for the first time since she entered the room, dark pools of coldness and unsaid things. His nose is crooked and a bit crushed, a pink scar running from his left cheek to the corner of his left eye, the skin and bone a bit crushed there too, reminders of his past life. And despite all that, the girl can see he once was a very attractive man, tall and lean, muscled and well-built.

The man looks away from her, as if he was suddenly deep in thought. She frowns, he’s usually stern and assertive, what is he thinking about?

“Mr. Jeon?” she repeats, impatient to get out of there.

“I’m dying, aren’t I?”

The question catches the girl by surprise. His voice isn’t harsh like it usually is as the words leave his lips, instead they sound muffled and doubtful. It doesn’t even sound like a question at all… It feels like an affirmation.

“Why do you ask that?” she asks, turning around completely so all her attention is on the man.

The man averts his dark eyes from the girl and stares back at the window.

“It’s not that much of a mystery,” he says, shrugging softly as his eyes get lost somewhere beyond the glass of the window and those old blinds, somewhere far away from that hospital room. “I came here because I couldn’t hear properly from one ear… And here I am, two months later, with a brain tumor and no expectations of getting out of here. The doctors stopped coming to see me a while ago, and I can hear the nurses mumbling behind my door.”

The girl gulps, her heart softening at the man’s words.

She doesn’t want to tell him, tell him that he’s right and that he’ll spend his last days alone, in a dark hospital room. After sixty-five years of a life of freedom and adrenaline, the man is welcoming its end locked, lying on a bed and contemplating the sky through the slits of some old blinds.

“So answer me, am I dying?”

“Why do you ask me if you already know?” she ends up saying.

The man looks at her, and this time, she can see emotion in those dark eyes.

Fear.

Of what? What could possibly scare a man like him so much? Death?

“Because I need to hear it,” he says.

“I’m just a nursing student… It’s not up to me to tell things like this, you should speak with the doctors –“

“I’m not asking anything to a nurse, I’m asking it to you as a person.”

She remains silent. There is fear, fear of her answer scaring the man even more, fear of not being able to answer how he wants to be answered, fear of someone finding out she told him and fear of being reprimanded for it.

If she was dying on a hospital room, all by herself, she would want to know.

“I… You…” she stops to take a deep breath. “You… Yes, you are, you are dying.”

As the words leave her lips, the girl watches the man take a deep breath and blink quickly, averting his eyes from hers once more. She can see his body relaxing, his eyes closing, his hands balling into fists before letting them rest limply on the bed.

“I’m sorry…” the girl whispers.

She doesn’t see an aggressive man, rude and cold, big and scary. Now she only sees an old man, sad and lonely.

“Don’t be,” he sighs, smiling softly at her. It is the first time she has seen him smiling. “Thank you for telling me.”

The girl nods with her head and hesitates for some seconds before leaving the room.

“Could you… Could you please do me a favor?” the man says, snapping her out of her small trance.

“Sure,” she finds herself answering without even thinking twice.

“Could you sit here with me for a minute?”

The girl frowns and the man points towards the armchair by the side of his bed.

“If you have nothing else to do, that is.”

She has nothing else to do, and even if she had, she’s not sure if she would decline the man’s offer. She shouldn’t be this soft for things like that, but she is.

“Of course,” she says, nodding as she places the tray on top of the bedside table and takes a seat on the armchair by the bed. From there, she can see the window from the same perspective the man does.

From there she can hear more clearly the sounds of the raindrops hitting the window, the soft breaths of the man.

“It’s just that…” he fights to say. “I don’t want to go without telling something.”

The girl frowns again.

“What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?”

“I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.”

“About her?” the girl frowns.

Maybe his daughter? His sister?

The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

2018, 43 years ago…

The first thing you noticed as you entered the old, abandoned gym was the dense atmosphere, the thick air around you smelling like sweat and alcohol.

The crowd was too big for such a medium-sized place, cheering loudly and making you wince as you tried to walk towards the other end of the room without being thrown onto the floor.

You were cursing on the inside. Who the fuck told you to go to a place like that?

“Sorry,” you mumbled, pushing a man who was jumping and screaming towards the ring set in the middle of the room.

The man shouted something back at you for pushing him, but you just flipped him off and kept on walking.

You hated everything about that place. The crowd and the thick atmosphere, the suffocating feeling in your chest, drunk and high people everywhere, screams and loud music, the sticky floor, the sounds of cheers every time droplets of blood flied across the air, the violence of it all… You wished you were at home, lying on your bed while watching some good movie.

Staring at your phone once more, you sighed.

Where was Evey?

“Remember, this is all about the money. Money you need to pay for your rent if you want to live in your own apartment and be independent,” you kept saying to yourself as your eyes scanned the crowd in search of your best friend.

Or the girl who had been your best friend, because where the fuck was she? She had promised you she would be waiting for you outside the gym, but when you had texted her you were already there she told you she was inside. Ugh.

The money… The fucking money was the main reason why you were there, alone and waiting for your friend to appear. It was also the reason why you were about to be kicked from your apartment by your landlord after having been fired from your previous job as a barista. Punctuality wasn’t your strongest point, alright, but the coffees you prepared there were fucking great! Their loss…

Anyway, you needed money to pay your landlord the two months of rent you owed him. If you were kicked out of the apartment, you would have to return home with your parents and you wouldn’t be able to finish your degree – which was being paid by your scholarships.

Fuck money and fuck Evey.

Angry and overwhelmed by the situation, you turned around to exit that hell of a place.

“Y/N!” you suddenly heard a voice calling your name. “Hey! Y/N!”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed loudly, though not loudly enough to be heard above the loud noise of the music and the screams. How timely! Just when you were about to head back home…

You felt a hand encircling your arm, forcing you to turn around.

“Hey,” Evey said, flashing you that bright smile of hers. “Where were you going?”

“Home” you answered drily.

“Why?” she gasped, surprise by your sudden bitterness.

“Well, I’m here on my own searching for you since you stood me up, we had agreed on meeting outside,” you spat.

“I know, but Tae’s friends were already here and he wanted to greet them.”

“And couldn’t have you stayed outside and wait for me or is it that you’re glued to Taehyung’s back?”

“C’mon Y/N, don’t be like this,” Evey said, her smile disappearing from her face as she tried to calm you down. “I didn’t do it on purpose, I didn’t think it would bother you so much.”

Of course it bothered you! Evey and you had been best friends ever since you met each other on your first day of classes. You were outside, trying to buy a cereal bar from one of the vending machines since you had forgotten your mid-morning snack when your backpack opened and all your books fell. She helped you pick everything up and saw your Haikyuu folder and then you started fangirling about it together. After that, you had been inseparable through your first and second year of college, but the previous summer she had met some guy and everything had changed. She didn’t have time for you anymore, and she started going out with people you didn’t like.

Now, during your third year of college, you barely saw her and when you did, her stupid boyfriend was always there.

“Well, it does,” you insisted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh,” she pouted. “I’m sorry Y/N, it didn’t want to upset you. Please forgive me.”

She put you those round eyes that never failed to make your heart soft. Plus, you still needed the money.

“I’ll stay, but I don’t fully forgive you,” you pouted too. “You owe me a dinner at our favorite restaurant.”

“Done!” she said happily.

“Just the two of us,” you arched a brow, making sure se got what you wanted to say.

She rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.

“Now follow me, the fight’s about to start and the boys want to meet you.”

You highly doubted that, the boys wouldn’t give a shit about you. The same way you wouldn’t give a shit about them either. You had only seen Taehyung’s friends once, briefly, but enough to immediately dislike them.

You let Evey grab your hand anyway and drag you all across the room.

By the side of the ring, there was a private booth with couches and some old coffee tables full of booze and plastic cups.

Evey waved at someone, not letting go of your hand.

Your eyes immediately found her boyfriend and the rest of his stupid ass friends.

As she introduced you to each one of them you drily smiled and said ‘hi’, not even caring about their names or their faces, nor did you care about seeming rude or uninterested. In the end, you were there only for the money.

“You can sit here,” one of them said, standing up and offering you his place on the couch.

You stared at his bright smile and cute dimples.

“Don’t let them fool you,” you reminded yourself, shaking your head no and turning the boy’s offer down.

You stood there, ignoring the group’s conversation as you eyed the crowd. Those fights were held illegally in old gyms, in industrial units, abandoned buildings. You had heard about them before, they moved a lot of money. People betted on the different fighters, how much rounds they would last, who would knock out who before, who would bleed sooner… To you it was all so brutal, the guys who fought not being much older than you.

After some minutes that looked like an eternity for you, the lights dimmed down and the few remaining spotlights pointed at the ring in the middle of the room. The screams died down with the lights and a man appeared on the ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he shouted. “Welcome to the start of the Fighting Season!”

A roar erupted in the crowd, echoing around the room.

“Who’s ready for it?!” the man kept cheering the crowd up. “Who’s been waiting for it?!”

You flinched at the loud screams.

“Louder!”

After some more minutes of the man introducing the start of the Fighting Season and hyping the crowd up, he demanded silence once again.

“On my left, the new arrival of this Season. With only seventeen years he’s pure speed!” the man said, making you gasp after hearing the boy’s age. “He’s not afraid, he wants to win, he wants to have the world at his feet! He’s M&M Mike!”

A boy came to the ring jumping and waving his fists in the air at the crowd’s cheers. He was dressed in a M&M’s pair of joggers. You clapped your hand over your eyes. Only a seventeen-year-old boy could go to a street fight dressed like that. The poor kid was going to get his ass beaten.

“On my right… The man who made history, displacing our winner of the Fighting Season for five years straight just last year!” the man said, his voice getting louder and louder, just like the crowd’s screams. “Precision, strength and pure brutality! Here he is! Venom!”

The crowd cheered louder than ever, and your eyes immediately searched for the supposed boy who was such a prodigy. You craned your neck, maybe you couldn’t see him because of all the people in front of you. But seconds went by, and the crowd’s cheers started dying down, voices and questions filling the gaps of the tense silence.

Heads moved impatiently, craning their necks as you had done trying to catch a glance of the missing boy.

The boy who had introduced the fight, walked towards one of the corners of the ring and spoke to the judges, sitting at a rectangular table just in front of it. After a few minutes, the boy went back to the center of the ring.

“Where is he?” you heard some of Taehyung’s friends mumble.

“Joon, didn’t you see him earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“Has something happened?”

The metallic voice of the presenter echoed through the gym when he spoke into the microphone.

“Well, it looks like Venom is running a bit late – “

A young man jumping onto the ring shuts the other boy down and the crowd’s cheers fill the room once again. You frown, confused, when you see the boy waving at the crowd, his eyes drinking avidly everything that surrounds him.

“Venom!” the presenter says, pointing at the new boy.

He didn’t look much older than you either, but definitely older than the other boy, being much taller and his body more built. You couldn’t help but think he was extremely attractive and, in any other situation – in one that didn’t involve him being a street fighter – you would have paid him more than a second thought. His dark hair was just as dark as his basketball shorts, his red Nikes shining under the lights of the spotlights. His naked torso was covered in a thin layer of sweat making it look as if someone had spread oil all over it. His features were soft, but the expression that covered them was not, the ferocity of his dark eyes making you hold your breath.

Just seeing the boy was a pure spectacle on itself.

“Yeah man!” you heard the boy named Joon shout from behind you.

“Beat his ass!”

“Venom! Venom!”

You kept your posture as the boy walked around the ring, greeting a crowd that was obviously entirely his.

When the fight started, the voices and screams got impossibly louder. M&M Mike defended himself well, but he was a newbie in comparison to the other boy. You could see it in the way he moved, like a feline lying in wait for its prey, walking in circles around the younger boy. You could see the movements in his eyes, scanning every move, his boy anticipating his opponent’s attacks.

But that technique only lasted two minutes, because when the older boy learnt M&M Mike’s movements, it was over for the latter. Every blow was delivered with such force and brutality that sometimes, even the crowd flinched. There was nothing that could stop Venom.

Venom turned to greet his crowd when M&M Mike was on the floor, still recovering from the last punch the other had given him in the nose, causing it to bleed. His back was facing his opponent, showing his superiority over the other to the crowd, telling them he didn’t need to guard his back.

M&M Mike saw that as an opportunity to surprise the other and possibly turn the fight over.

You didn’t like where that was going.

The younger boy stood up with wobbly legs, wiping away the blood from his face with the back of his hand. Slowly, he approached Venom, who was standing on one of the ropes of the ring, bumping fists with some ‘lucky’ fan amongst the crowd.

With all the strength he had, M&M Mike grabbed the other boy’s pants and pulled from them.

But Venom had been waiting for him, and he didn’t even budge or flinch.

With terrible precision, he sent his elbow back, colliding it against the younger’s boy jaw. A loud crash was heard above the cheers and you closed your eyes hearing the screams of pure pain. He had dislocated his jaw.

The boy was on the floor, gripping his jaw and crying in pain, all while the other observed him with a satisfied smirk and a violent glint in his eyes that sent a shiver run down your spine. He was enjoying his opponent’s suffering.

Without giving him enough time to recover, and without giving the referee enough time to stop him, he grabbed the boy by the hair and obliged him to stand up. Just by seeing it, you were already feeling pain.

The younger boy was crying, pleading him silently to stop. Venom said something but you couldn’t hear it due to the loud screams of the crowd.

“Finish!”

“End him!”

You couldn’t believe how they were all screaming for the older boy to end his opponent, to knock him down. An opponent who was just seventeen.

Venom prepared his last blow, his knuckles turning white from the strength he was using to turn his hand into a fist. With confidence, he directed his punch towards the other boy’s stomach and sent him flying towards the floor of the ring.

Another cry from the boy on the floor and the rise of his hand, and the referee walked towards Venom, proclaiming him winner of the fight.

He let the referee grab his wrist and lift his right arm in the air. You could see the frenetic rise and fall from his chest as he tried to regain his breath, the droplets of sweat falling from his wet bangs and landing onto the floor. He looked at the crowd, proud of his victory, but all you could look at was the boy lying on the floor crying in pain and being ignored by everyone.

. . .

“How can you enjoy this?” you whispered, following Evey through the corridors of the gym.

She shrugged and continued walking.

“The payment is good, easy job, and the boys are fun to hang out with.”

“Those boys you call fun were screaming at that Venom to finish the other poor boy barely five minutes ago. The boy was barely a kid, for fuck’s sake.”

Evey shrugged again, unfazed by your words. “This is how this world works, the kid knew it already.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I’m not the one who fights.”

You rolled your eyes. This didn’t affect her directly, so why wouldn’t it bother her? That wasn’t just how that world worked, it was how the world worked.

“No wonder why the world is such a shitty place,” you mumbled under your breath.

Evey had not always been like that. She had been such a sweet and kind girl, always so innocent and respectful… Until she met that asshole of Taehyung.

“What did you say? Didn’t hear you,” she said, looking at you with a smile.

“Oh, nothing,” you lied. “Just, where are we going?”

“To the changing rooms.”

You both arrived to the front of a metallic door, at the back of the corridor. Evey knocked a few times on it before opening it slowly.

“Hi, can we come in?” she asked, the door not open enough for you to see what was inside.

“Sure,” a male voice said.

Evey opened the door completely and signaled you to go inside.

You slowly entered the changing rooms, the sound of a shower going off in the distance. There were lockers around the place and small wooden benches.

In the middle of the room, a man dressed in an elegant suit was looking at you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked too formal for a place like that, hair slicked back, shining under the white lights of the room. A nice – and really expensive-looking – watch adorning his wrist. Shoes elegant and clean.

“Sungho,” Evey said, greeting the man. “This is Y/N, a friend of mine.”

Sungho walked towards you and offered his hand. You hesitated a few seconds, but finally stretched his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, a deep voice that accompanied his sharp features.

“You too,” you said, voice low as you observed the man and everything that surrounded you cautiously.

Finally, the man retrieved his hand back and you let out a deep breath.

“She’s the girl I talked you about, she studies nursing with me and will be helping us this season.”

Sungho eyed you up and down, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You didn’t like the way his eyes roamed your body, analyzing everything, making you feel small and vulnerable when you were nothing but that.

“Fine,” Sungho said. “As long as she knows the rules.”

Evey quickly nodded with his head. “I explained everything to her.”

Or more like, ‘I told her this is all illegal and if the police hears something she’s in trouble’.

“Perfect,” Sungho nodded. “How old are you?”

You were about to answer when another person appeared in the room. I was then that you noticed that the sounds of water running coming from a shower weren’t there anymore.

You immediately recognized the boy walking closer to where you stood. He was Venom.

You gulped, seeing his appearance, his hair still wet from the shower and darker than ever from the water clinging onto it. His eyes were hidden under his bangs and you didn’t even dare to look at his naked torso and the white towel hugging his waist.

“What are you doing here?” he said towards the man dressed in a suit, his voice melodic.

The man’s expression changed, returning back to how harsh it was when you entered the changing rooms.

“We’ve got to talk,” he said, voice low once again.

“Well, I better get going, Y/N will take care of him,”  Evey then chimed in, making you widen your eyes.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me here?” you asked her through clenched teeth.

“Relax, I have to find Tae but I’ll meet you outside.”

“Yeah, just like you were meeting me outside before?”

Evey’s smile disappeared and she looked at you sternly.

“I’ll see you later,” she simply said, and turning around, disappeared from the room.

You couldn’t believe it. Was she really your friend anymore?

As angry as you were, you couldn’t just go, you didn’t even how to find the exit of that place.

When you looked back at the two men, they were silently whispering things at each other.

You ignored them and went to work. The sooner you finished with that boy, the better and the faster you could get out of there.

“Your supplies are in that locker,” Sungho said suddenly, watching you struggle.

“Okay,” you said, walking towards the locker he had pointed.

The younger boy took a seat on one of the benches as they kept talking and you grabbed everything you would need. He only had a faint bruise on his left cheek and some cuts in his knuckles, nothing that some ice and disinfectant couldn’t solve.

“… I don’t know what you are playing at, boy,” Sungho kept saying. “But this is a serious business.”

He remained silent.

“You can’t just show late to your first fight.”

“I had things to do,” the boy scoffed.

“Yeah? Things like what? Getting high? Fucking some girl?”

You gulped at Sungho’s words, but minded your own business, starting to clean the boys face with a wet towel and applying some ointment on it later.

“Your opponent tonight was a kid, you were lucky,” Sungho continued. “But not all your opponents will be unexperienced kids, Jungkook. You know it firsthand.”

The boy, who’s name apparently was Jungkook, mumbled something under his breath but didn’t reply.

“Show them last year you weren’t just lucky when you beat King M. Show them you know how to fight, and that you fight clean.”

“I fought clean tonight,” Jungkook spat.

“You punched the boy when he had already surrendered,” Sungho shook his head.

Jungkook shrugged. “The crowd was okay with that.”

“You have to gain their respect, not their applauses.”

Jungkook scoffed once again, and you silently grabbed him one of his hands – a bit brusquely you must admit, but you weren’t going to be all kind and soft with an asshole like him. You cleaned the knuckles with the same towel you had cleaned his face. He didn’t even flinch when you passed the rough material of the towel over his bruised knuckles, the blood staining the white material.

“I’m telling you this nicely, because otherwise, you’ll learn it the hard way. You’re young, and you think the world is at the reach of your hands, I know how you feel. You won last year, you’re the best fighter of the city, but don’t let that get to your head, you still have a long way to go if you want to be the best.”

“You know nothing,” Jungkook growled, eyes lost in the lockers at the back of the room.

A thick silence surrounded you, echoing through the empty room as you silently applied the disinfectant in his open knuckles. He had the skin torn and worn out there, calloused from all the scars. You observed his hands as you applied the disinfectant. They weren’t fighter hands, rude and thick. They were beautiful, big yet thin, the palm strong but the fingers delicate. Such a shame he was destroying them like that, they were made for holding a pencil brush as he painted on an empty canvas, not for punching people and getting blood on them.

“I know enough.”

Another silent pause, and you finished applying the disinfectant.

“Remember my words, Jungkook, or you’ll find yourself with nothing to reach instead of the entire world.”

And with those words, Sungho exited the room, throwing you a last glance.

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“You can go,” Jungkook mumbled after a few seconds.

You frowned, starting to gather your things.

“Just go!” he suddenly said, startling you, the things in your hands falling onto the floor.

You looked at him, wide eyes and a frown on your forehead. His eyes were focused on the floor, his hands running through his hair as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

Without another word, you scoffed and stormed out of the room, closing the door with a loud bang behind you. Who the fuck did he think he was to talk to you like that? He hadn’t thanked you for your work, hadn’t even looked at you, acknowledged you.

Just as you were walking down the corridor, not knowing where you were even going, you heard a loud sound coming from the room you just left. The sounds of two fists colliding against the metal of a locker.

Fuck to your work on his knuckles.

. . .

“But you can’t quit,” Evey said, taking a huge bite from her four-cheese pizza. “You need the money.”

“Yeah, I do, but there are plenty of jobs out there that can give me the money I need.”

“You know you’ll have to work an entire week to earn what you earn on one day at the wrestling matches.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, swallowing the bite of pizza you had been chewing on. “But at least I’ll do something that’s not against my morals.”

Evey sighed. “C’mon, Y/N… It’s not fully against your morals, our job at the wrestling matches isn’t bad, on the contrary, we help those boys.”

“Yeah, we help stupid boys who risk their lives for money and drugs, fucking fantastic. I didn’t even know it was charity what we were doing there,” you said, sarcasm laced in each one of your words.

Ever since the previous weekend’s fight, you had been thinking about that job and the opportunity of earning a lot of money, in an easy and quick way. Was it really what you were willing to do? You were really helping people? No, you were sure there were plenty of people out there that, indeed, needed your help and deserved it.

“It maybe isn’t the best job ever, but it pays well.”

“I know,” you sighed. In just one night you had earned more than you had ever earnt in one shift at your previous work. “But I just… I can’t. We’re gonna be nurses, Evey, isn’t this against everything we believe in?”

Evey shrugged again, taking another bite of her slice of pizza.

“Plus, that boy Jungkook is an asshole,” you scoffed, remembering how rude he had been to you, and well, to everyone. You shook your head to yourself. “Maybe, if he had at least been nice I would have thought that he deserved my help, but he doesn’t. He kicked me out of the changing rooms after taking care of his wounds without even saying ‘thank you’. I’m not helping someone like him, I can’t stand people like him.”

Evey laughed. “The guy is a bit of an asshole, I’ll give you that, but you’ll only have to see him like… Thirty minutes.”

“I don’t care, thirty minutes by his side seems like eons to me.”

Evey laughed again and you eventually smiled, the previous tension disappearing a bit.

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t close such an important door just because of him.”

That made you look up from your delicious pizza and glare at her, an offended look on your face. Did she think you would just say no to such an opportunity for an asshole? Pff, you were better than that. He was a piece of the puzzle, yes, but not the most important one.

“I’m not doing this just because of him, he wishes he was that important,” you growled, your eyes back at your pizza, the only thing that could cheer you up in that moment. “Anyways, how are you and Taehyung doing?”

“Are you asking me that because you wanna know or just because you want to change the topic?”

Ugh, you wished Evey didn’t know you that much.

You smirked. “Okay, maybe the latter.”

“I knew it,” Evey laughed. “We’re doing fine, great actually.”

“Just be careful, alright?” you asked, turning serious and staring at her. You had had that conversation a thousand times, probably more, and you were not surprised she rolled her eyes at your words. To lighten the mood, you laughed a bit. “I don’t wanna be an aunt just yet.”

“Y/N!” Evey raised her voice, punching you in the arm as you laughed, nearly chocking on the piece of carbonara pizza.

“It’s true!” you kept with the joke. “I’m not ready to be an aunt, much less if your children get their father’s genes.”

Evey glared at you but ended up laughing once again. You had missed that, just sitting at Pizza Planet with your best friend – just the two of you, without Taehyung – eating your favorite pizzas and joking, laughing and talking. It was like the good old days, and it made you remember why Evey was your best friend. She had been there for you since the first day of college, when you met at the vending machine and she then sat by your side at the back of the class, where you had been sitting alone for the first week, too shy to approach anyone.

She had made you feel comfortable in your own skin, she had made you feel as if your bad sense of humor, sometimes too dark, was eventually good. She had taken you out of that shy shell and had taken her time to get to know you. And she still did, she had been trying to find you a nice job so you could keep paying your rent, and she had offered that one at the wrestling matches because she wanted to help you.

It was just that she had changed a bit, you weren’t the center of her world anymore and you had to accept that. Change sometimes happened, and for Evey, you would have to embrace it.

“As long as he makes you happy…” you mumbled under your breath, picking at the mushrooms on top of your pizza.

You knew he did. He was an asshole, never took anything seriously, was always joking – even when Evey and him were arguing. But he made her so happy. You would never admit that, but you had sometimes envied them, how they looked at each other, how they laughed at each other’s bad jokes, how he passed his jacket over her shoulders whenever she was cold, how he always let her eat the bacon on his pizza because he knew she loved it, how he always listened to her, even when he pretended he was not.

You still remembered the first time she had told you about him. “I think he’s the one, Y/N. Last week I told him about my love for Shigatsu Wa Kimi no Uso and even if he laughed and told me that anime was too cheesy and that it was made for children, he remembered and bought me a poster he saw at some store he entered this morning.” You guessed, from that moment, you knew he was the one for her too, despite all the arguments and bullshit, Evey and Taehyung were meant for each other.

Evey gasped, averting his attention to you. In all six months she had been dating Taehyung, she had never heard you say something like that, something that made her thought you eventually accepted him.

“W-what?” she stuttered.

You smiled and looked up at her. “If he makes you happy and takes care of you, treats you nicely… Then, there’s nothing I can do or say.”

“Okay, wait,” she said, grabbing her phone. “Can you repeat that? I think I’m gonna record it and play it whenever I go to bed.”

You slapped her hand away and glared at her. “Don’t make me take it back,” you threatened.

She immediately put the phone back in her purse and continued eating her pizza in silence, but with a small smirk drawn on her lips.

Nevertheless, the good vibes and playful banter only lasted for another hour, until you saw some familiar faces approaching you two.

Pizza Planet was not only your favorite place for the incredible pizzas, but for its bowling alley too. And, when night came, it also became some sort of a pub. It was a weird place, but you loved it. Sometimes, Evey and you would grab some drinks after dinner and play some rounds of bowling. But that night, it became the worst place on earth.

You averted your eyes from the seven boys that were walking towards your table and glared at Evey.

“You invited them?” you said through clenched teeth, trying to make your voice heard above the music of the place.

“W-who?” Evey asked innocently, but obviously knowing who you were referring to.

“Turn around and you’ll see,” you said, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I didn’t, I swear,” she quickly said, the fact that she hadn’t even turned around confirming your suspicions. “Tae just texted me asking me where I was and I sent him my location.”

“And the ‘chilling-night-just-the-two-of-us’ thing blew out of the window, right?”

“I didn’t know he would show up with his friends,” she said, now gritting her teeth too.

You just scoffed once again and kept your mouth shut when the boys reached the table.

“Hey, pretty,” Taehyung said, jumping on your booth next to Evey and pressing his lips to your friend’s.

After the kiss, he caressed Evey’s cheek with his thumb. “How are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft as honey.

You were still contemplating them, arms crossed and a cold look on your eyes. Maybe they would eventually get the hint that you were a bit angry and that you didn’t want them there.

But they didn’t, and they just grabbed another table and some chairs and put it next to yours so you could all sit comfortable – or well, so they could all sit comfortable.

Suddenly you were pressed against the wall by a boy with soft, blonde hair and an irking smirk on his plump lips. And suddenly, you had forgotten why Evey was your best friend once again.

“Hi Y/N,” Taehyung greeted you, finally realizing you were there.

You were sure Evey had elbowed him on the say, because he wouldn’t have acknowledged you any other way. Let’s just say he knew he wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Hey,” you growled, the crumbs of pizza on your empty plate being the most interesting thing in the world to you in that moment.

You could feel Evey’s apologetic eyes on you, but Taehyung kept nagging her and turning her head to kiss her and eventually, she averted her attention from you.

In silence and feeling as if you were the one who wasn’t welcomed there anymore, you looked down at the table. Should you just make up some excuse to stand up and go home?

Out of the corner of your eye, you took the chance to observe the rest of the group. The situation was completely chaotic, some of the boys passing the menu between each other, some others screaming to the boys at the other side of the table, others fighting for the borders of pizza that Evey had left on her plate…

Your eyes immediately stopped on one of the boys who was fighting for the borders of pizza, your head snapping up when you recognized that mop of dark, disheveled hair.

Jungkook was laughing loudly, his high-pitched chuckles being heard even from above all the noise as he hit one of his older friends trying to get the last piece of bread from him. He had an adorable – wait… did you just say adorable? He had an ordinary smile drawn over his lips, his teeth – bigger at the front – outstanding from the rest. You wondered how that boy and the one you had seen fighting just the week before could be the same person.

Afraid someone would catch you staring, you averted your eyes and the first thing you noticed was that the boy sitting right next to you was eventually staring back at you. Fuck. Had he seen you staring at Jungkook?

“What,” you snapped, your features hardening as you tried to look all tough and composed.

“Nothing,” the boy shrugged, the smirk never leaving his lips at the same time he laughed softly. “It’s just that I think you’re really pretty.”

If it hadn’t been for the sudden answer and compliment that you hadn’t been expecting, you would have scoffed. But instead, you stood there, eyes wide as you looked at him and blinked a couple of times.

How could a boy like him find a girl like you pretty, dressed in your most comfy clothes after a long Friday of practices at the hospital – and no offense, but the stain on your hoodie from the kiwi you had been eating on your way to the hospital or the worn-out vans didn’t help the compliment for sure. He must have been really bored to pay an ounce of attention to you, probably thinking that his good looks could get him whomever he wanted to pass the time.

Well, you weren’t included in that whomever, and your shock was soon replaced by anger once again.

“Who?” you asked.

“You,” he repeated, smiling softly, obviously thinking that the cause of your reddened cheeks was his compliment.

“No, who asked you about your opinion on me?”

You hadn’t noticed it, but your voice had raised a bit and your words had echoed around the table.

The boy looked shocked about your answer for some seconds, but then, he regained his composure and was back to his confident smirks and flirty self. He ran his hand through his hair, his bangs parting in the middle.

“Sassy, I see,” he said.

“And much more things you don’t want to discover, believe me.”

“Or maybe I do,” he winked at you, draping his arms over the back of your seat, rounding your shoulders.

With a look of disgust, you grabbed his arm and pushed it aside.

Who the fuck did he think he was to act like that? He wouldn’t touch you unless you wanted, unless you gave him permission to do so.

“Well, I don’t want you to,” you retorted, shifting on your seat further away from him. “So don’t even come near me.”

“Evey,” the boy called your friend out loud, catching everyone’s attention. You cursed under your breath. “I like your friend, is she single?”

Your lips parted in shock and before your friend could talk, you talked first.

“Not for you,” you spat, eyeing him up and down.

Was that how he flirted with girls? Or was that how he made fun of them? Because, if he thought he could make fun of you… Well, he was very wrong, he had messed with the wrong person. You could be a really shy person, but if someone got on your nerves you wouldn’t think twice about defending yourself.

“Whoa,” another boy said, laughing at your answer with big dimples drawing on his cheeks. You recognized him from the fight of the week before. “The girl got jams.”

“Had you ever been rejected, Jimin?” a boy with dark hair and soft eyes said.

“Not as many times as you, Jin,” the boy, whose name you supposed was Jimin, said glaring at the other boy.

“Well, she’s definitely turning the tables,” the first boy chimed in.

“How does it feel, Jimin? To have a girl say no to you in front of everyone?” a boy who hadn’t spoken until then, with black hair and black clothes said, his sharp eyes looking devilishly at Jimin.

You could see Jimin clenching his jaw as his friends kept pestering him again and again.

“Can you please stop talking as if I wasn’t even here?” you snapped, silence draping over the table at your words. “It’s gross that you think you can address someone like that and them be okay with it, we’re in the 21st century Jimin, wake up,” you said to Jimin. “And the rest of you aren’t any better.”

With that, you stood up from the table, grabbing your backpack and making all the boys seated at your side of the table stand up so you could cross to the other side of the booth.

Adjusting your backpack to your back, you looked at Jimin once again.

“When you grow some neurons, talk to me,” you said, making the rest of the boys – except Jimin, of course – laugh. “Which is impossible because neurons don’t regenerate, only die.”

And with that, you waved angrily at Evey for putting you in that situation in the first place – when it should have been a girl’s night out – and walked out of the establishment.

. . .

“For the future nurses!” you cheered amongst all your classmates.

It had been a moth since you had last seen them, all distributed in different hospitals across the city, and you had decided to see each other and have a chill night out at a pub.

Laughing softly, you licked the salt in your hand and gulped down the shot of tequila, biting the slice of lemon quickly afterwards.

“Ah!” you gasped.

You were having so much fun, seeing all your classmates and laughing with them, joking about the bad jokes of Mr. Latte, your biostatistics teacher. There was only one thing at the back of your mind nagging you, not letting you enjoy the night fully.

Evey wasn’t there, somewhere with Taehyung as usual.

After the meeting at Pizza Planet the week before, you had barely spoken to her, only texting her to let her know you wouldn’t be attending that week’s wrestling match.

You were being a bit childish, yes, but couldn’t you be angry at her? She had dumped you – even if it had been unintendedly – for Taehyung once again. She had to learn that you weren’t okay with that.

Dancing and having fun with other friends was eventually helping you to take your mind off of different things.

“Another shot?” you shouted, raising your empty shot glass in the air, a bit tipsy after a drink and a tequila shot.

“Yeah!”

Before you could approach the bar and ask for another round of tequila shots, a hand wraps around your wrists, making you turn around.

You found your friend Mara looking at you with a playful look and you immediately turned serious and frowned. You knew her too well.

“A hot guy has been staring at you from some time now,” she said in your ear so she could be heard above the noise.

Your heart leapt inside your chest. Uh-uh… A hot guy staring at you? You had to see that.

“Where?” you asked.

“Behind us, in that big group of people at the end of the bar.”

You immediately turned around, subtle not being one of your main qualities.

“But don’t be so indiscreet!” she said through clenched teeth, grabbing your arm to stop you from turning around. “He’s still staring.”

“I wanna see him,” you pouted. “A hot fucking guy is staring at me; this date needs to be marked in my calendar! I knew horoscopes were right, mine said today would be an important date for me this month.”

Mara laughed at your words and let go of you.

“But look discreetly.”

“I will,” you nodded.

You acted as if you were going to talk to Damien, who was just standing at the other side of your friend Mara. You swiftly turned around once you had reached him and looked towards the opposite direction.

You could see a big group of people there, partying just like you, cheering and drinking happily. Your eyes searched for that hot guy. Maybe Mara had made it up and no one was staring at you, which wouldn’t surprise you, or maybe the boy had finally seen your face fully and had ran away.

However, you found someone staring at you, yes, but not the someone you had been expecting.

“Fuck,” you mumbled.

Mara, who still was by your side, took it the wrong way and smirked.

“Told you he was hot.”

“No,” you said, turning around once again and averting your eyes from the dark ones of none other than Jungkook himself. “It isn’t that.”

“What’s it, then? You don’t like him?”

Your mind was dizzy from the alcohol and what you had just seen. Had Jungkook been staring at you?

“No, I don’t like him,” you growled, looking around you in search of an easy escape. Your night was going great, why did it have to be ruined like that?

“Oh, well… How bad, because he’s walking towards us right now.”

Your eyes widened at Mara’s words. Fuck, you had to think of a way out of that.

“No, no, no,” you repeated, pushing Damien a bit aside so you could walk out of the group. “Distract him or something, I’m gonna go hide in the bathroom.”

“Distract who?” a sudden voice said from behind you.

You stopped dead on your tracks, as if just staying quiet and still would somehow make you invisible. As seconds passed, you closed your eyes and cursed under your breath. Of course something like that would happen the day you were out having fun and forgetting about your problems.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around to face the source of that voice.

Behind him, Mara was wiggling her eyebrows at you and giving you the thumbs up while you glared at her.

“Distract who?” he repeated, snapping back your attention towards him.

Your eyes immediately found his, that were staring back at you with a suspicious glint in them. Fuck, did he really have to be that handsome from up close?

You averted your eyes from him uncomfortably, not wanting to stare at him too much in case your silly brain and the alcohol in your system would make you do something really stupid.

“None of your business,” you muttered under your breath.

“What?” he asked, not having been able to hear you above the loud music.

Rolling your eyes, you looked back at him, this time making sure you would only look at his eyes and not the rest of his face.

“It’s none of your business,” you said louder, only making him smirk.

“I’m quite nosy.”

“Well, you’ll have to be nosy elsewhere,” you answered, gifting him a fake smile.

Despite your words and your sarcasm, he still looked amused by the situation.

“Such a shame I can’t be elsewhere tonight,” he said. “Unless…”

Your eyes widened at that. Did he just…?

“I’m Jungkook by the way,” he said, laughing at your shocked expression. He extended his hand to you.

You looked at it with disgust and rejected him, walking closer to the bar to sit at a stool. Unluckily, he followed you. You should just run towards the girl’s bathroom and lock yourself in there until he disappeared, but it was too far away and you were wearing a pair of high-heels – which you never wore – that were killing you. You needed to take a seat and give your poor feet – used to sneakers – a rest.

You scoffed when you watched him take a seat on the stool next to yours out of the corner of your eye.

“And you are…” he continued.

Gosh, he didn’t even remember your name, but you’re not even sure he ever knew it in the first place.

“Someone who wants to be left alone right now, thanks,” you glared at him before looking at the wooden material of the countertop of the bar.

“That’s a cool name,” Jungkook laughed.

He had clearly been expecting an answer like that from you, and the fact that you weren’t disappointing him was making you angry with yourself.

“What do you want?” you spat, tired of that bullshit.

“Can’t I just invite a girl to a few drinks?”

“Clearly no when the girl is me.”

Jungkook laughed under his breath and took his wallet from the back of his black jeans, placing it on top of the countertop and placing both of his hands on top of it.

“Do you always have a witty answer for everything?”

“Do you always have a stupid question for everything?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled, his eyes lingering on you before he turned his attention to the bar and called the barman. “One bourbon and…”

He then stared at you, waiting for you answer.

“One gin tonic.”

Jungkook handed the barman the money and the boy disappeared, ready to prepare your drinks.

“Of course you’d be a gin tonic person,” Jungkook scoffed, keeping the change in his wallet.

“I’m actually more of a vodka lemon person, but since gin tonic is more expensive and you were paying…”

You observed the smile that drew itself on his lips as he kept the wallet back on his jeans, his head low as he tried not to fall from the stool while keeping his wallet.

“You didn’t look so entertaining the first time I saw you,” he said, his attention snapping back to you.

“Do you mean last week at Pizza Planet or two weeks ago when I healed your wounds after the wrestling match?”

“I’m obviously referring to the wrestling match, why do you ask that?”

“Ah, yeah? Nah, just because you didn’t even stare at me that day, how is it possible that you remember me?”

Jungkook sighed. “I just wasn’t in the mood.”

“Not in the mood for what? For treating others like actual human beings? Well, how bad I’m the one who isn’t in the mood for that tonight.”

You got interrupted by the barman bringing your drinks. You grabbed your gin tonic and took a soft sip from it. Jungkook nodded towards the barman and then went back to your conversation.

“C’mon, don’t be a crybaby, I didn’t treat you that badly, it could have been worse.”

“Ah, so you’re now telling me that I was lucky you didn’t look at me, speak to me or even thank me for helping you?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at your words.

“Why did I had to thank you? You were getting paid for it.”

You narrowed your eyes at his words and glared at him.

“Forget about all that, let’s start all over again,” he said, changing the topic and offering you his hand once again. “I’m Jungkook.”

And once again, you ignored it.

“Sorry, but I have no interest in starting all over again, or in starting at all.”

“Whoa, I see you’re not one who backs out.”

“No, I’m not,” you smiled tensely at him and the both of you took a sip from your respective drinks, your eyes piercing into each other’s.

“And what do I have to do to convince you?” he said after placing his glass back on the countertop.

“Grow some neurons,” you said, smiling devilishly, repeating the same words you had said to his friend. He purses his lips, remembering those words too. “But that’s impossible so…”

“Ha, ha,” he laughed dryly. “You’re so funny.”

“Thanks,” you smirked. “People tell me all the time.”

“But now, seriously, don’t you think we could have so much fun together?” he said, his tone dropping a few octaves and pushing his bar stool a bit closer to yours.

You stared down at his feet, and then back at him.

“You’re smart, witty and your sense of humor really gets me going… I don’t see why we can’t enjoy each other’s company.”

“I think the terms enjoy and your company can’t go together in the same sentence.”

“Why not,” he shrugged.

Was he seriously trying to convince you to sleep with him? Did he think it was that easy? Tell you that you were smart and witty and have you in the palm of your hand? You wanted to punch him in the face, just like you had wanted to punch his friend Jimin the week before. They were all the same, some cocky guys with their egos taller than the Empire State Building, thinking that the girls around them kissed the ground they walked on just because they were hot.

Well, you didn’t like kissing floors and definitely, you didn’t like stroking some asshole’s ego.

With a long gulp, you chugged the entire gin tonic down and placed the empty glass on the countertop with a loud noise. Then, you placed your sore feet on the floor and dragged the bar stool until you were standing up.

“Because I wouldn’t like to lower my standards, much less for someone like you,” you said with a sibylline tongue, sarcasm laced through your words and your fake smile. “Hey, but you can still enjoy the rest of the night on your own.”

You turned around before he could see your smile widening. You could feel him staring at you as you said goodbye to your classmates.

“What happened?” Mara asked you, curiosity in her eyes. “Did you exchange phone numbers?”

“Nope, I just left him there finishing his drink,” you laughed, remembering your last words and the pride you had felt at leaving him there like that.

You were sure it was one of the few times he had been rejected by a girl. Should you feel flattered that someone like him had set their eyes on you? Probably you would have felt flattered if you had never seen him before and if he hadn’t been an asshole to you that first time you saw him. But he had been, and you had seen him before, and you didn’t like guys like him. They were only after one thing, and once they got it they dumped you, played with you, emptied you. You wouldn’t let anyone do that to you, you couldn’t, because you knew yourself and you knew something like that would destroy you, whoever the guy was, however handsome or funny he was.  

“What? He was eating you with his eyes?”

“He must be hungry then, because I didn’t let him have a bite.”

“Ha, ha, you’re so funny.”

“That’s the second time I get told that tonight, how cool,” you smiled.

“How can you let go a guy like him?”

“Are you interested in him or what?”

“What? You’re joking, right? Anyone would be interested in him!”

“Well, he’s all yours, then,” you laughed, grabbing your things and starting to walk away from the club. “Have fun, Mara!”

You grabbed a taxi and went home, thinking that your night couldn’t go any worse. You had been having fun with your friends and had came across Jungkook, but that hadn’t been the worst thing that could have happened, right? I mean, a truck could have run you over, or you could have gotten drunk and gave into Jungkook’s proposition, letting him use you for his own pleasure… But none of that had happened.

And those were your thoughts as you entered your apartment building and entered the elevator, pulsing the button of your floor.

It hadn’t been such a bad night, actually, you were just overreacting.

Or that’s what you thought until you saw the note stuck to your apartment door.

It was from your landlord.

Shit.

. . .

You didn’t think you would ever find yourself in that situation again, but as you walked down the dark corridors of the gym, you thought about how ironic life was.

After the note you found on your front door from your landlord, you contacted Evey asking her when the next fight would be. After some minutes of her texting you that she thought you had stopped speaking to her for real and bla bla bla, she ended up telling you that the next fight would take place on Wednesday night.

And so, there you were, Wednesday night.

In the note, your landlord had given you an ultimatum. You either paid him five hundred – what you owed him – before the week ended or you were out of the apartment. Considering you earnt two hundred with each fight and that you had some other money saved under your bed, you only needed to work a couple more times and all your debts would be paid off.

You softly knocked on the metallic door that was familiar to you, the material being cold against your knuckles.

You didn’t hear any response, so you took that as an invitation to walk in.

You hadn’t watched the fight that night, opting to stay outside in the cold night air. Freezing to death was better than watching some boys punch each other and nearly kill each other.

As you entered the changing rooms, you saw a figure seated on one of the wooden benches, back resting on the cold surface of the metallic lockers. His head was hanging low, his fighting clothes still on his body.

You wondered why he was always surrounded by people during his best moments, but he was always alone during his worst.

At the sound of the door closing, he lifted his head. You didn’t miss the sadness that was pooling in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as he stared at you. His facial expression changed drastically, and soon he was the boy who tried to flirt with you on Saturday night.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you again after you left me all alone at that pub last Saturday,” he said, that familiar smirk drawing itself on his lips.

“Thought so too,” you scoffed.

“You say that as if seeing me again was a bad thing.”

“I’m saying that as if it was a bad thing because it is.”

He gasped. “How is that so?” he was acting as if he was offended by your words. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you, I even invited you to a gin tonic.”

“Oh, you invited me to a gin tonic hoping that I would forget about how you treated me like shit the first time we met and go home with you.”

“No, I never said anything about you going home with me, I only said that we could have so much fun together, and if I’m not wrong, two people can perfectly have fun in the bathroom of a pub.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his words and walking towards the locker where you would find the material you needed. What was the point of having a conversation with him when you knew it would be pointless?

He shrugged when he saw you weren’t going to answer him. A playful look drew itself on his face. “Anyways, why did you come back if you were so willing to never see me again?”

“None of your business.”

“You always say that, is it some sort of a pick-up line you use?”

God, he was insufferable. Opening the locker, you leant on the door and looked inside trying to locate everything you needed. He only had a couple of bruises, some disinfectant and some gauzes should be more than enough.

“I wouldn’t use a pick-up line even if I got paid for it, and if I did use one, it would never be on you,” you mumbled.

You kept the locker opened as you walked towards him, your supplies in your hands.

“Ouch,” he feigned being offended once again.

“Lift your head and shut up,” you ordered.

He did as you say, but not without saying some snarky remark with a smirk on his lips.

“Bossy, huh? I like submissive more, but I guess that can do too.”

“Keep your head backwards,” you said more sternly, pushing his forehead – a bit brusquely, you must admit hehe – so he would rest the back of his head on the locker behind him and you had a clearer view of his face. He didn’t have that many bruises, just a small cut on his lower lip and a dried trace of blood down his nose.

“Like what you see?” he teased you, seeing how you were observing his face closely.

“If by that you mean that I like seeing your face bruised, then yes, I do.”

“You never fail to delight me with your comments,” he smiled, moving a bit and making you hold his head with one hand so he wouldn’t move.

“Don’t move.”

“I spoke with Evey,” he said after a few seconds, looking straight into your eyes as you cleaned the dried blood on his face.

You gulped, already knowing what – or who – they spoke about, trying to hide how those words made you more nervous than you already were. And yes, you were nervous, but not the good kind of nervous, the I-want-to-get-the-fuck-out-of-this-place-before-I-kill-you kind of nervous.

“About what?”

“None of your business,” he smirked, repeating the same words you had said to him just a few minutes before and looking at you with those dark eyes of his as he moved his head a bit so he could see your reaction clearer, escaping from your grip.

You narrowed your eyes and tightened your grip on his chin so he stood still.

“Ha ha, you’re the funniest, man,” you mocked him.

He laughed and, for once, stood still and let you do your job after that.

But not for too long.

“I spoke with Evey about you.”

“Disappointed but not surprised.”

“I asked her about you because I needed information about the person that is going to take care of my bruises, I can’t just put my health in the hands of some incompetent girl.”

“Are you calling me incompetent?” you asked, backing away and letting go of his face.

He shrugged. “It is you who took the hint, not me.”

At the sight of your eyes burning with rage, he laughed.

“Just kidding,” he said. “You could have been, that’s why I spoke with Evey. She told me you’re studying together, that you go to a prestigious university and that you’re in your last year, so I’m more relaxed now that I know I’m trusting my health to a soon-to-be professional.”

“You’re lucky the payment is good,” you growled, going back to cleaning the dried blood from his face. He was lucky the payment was good, other way you wouldn’t be there cleaning his face and putting up with his shit.

“She told me about that too, that you’re totally against all this but that you need the money and that’s why you accepted the job.”

“Remind me to kill Evey later,” you said, doing a mental note to give Evey a piece of your mind when you arrived home.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a little princess struggling to show the world that in reality, you’re an independent and strong woman.”

Scoffing at his words, you grabbed some gauzes and poured a bit of disinfectant in them.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know what Evey told me,” he said, shrugging.

You placed one hand on his forehead and obliged him to stay still.

“Stay still, this may sting a bit.”

Without giving him any time to think about that twice, you pressed the gauze to his lower lip. He immediately winced and protested a bit, but you loosened some pressure and started giving soft taps to the area.

“Ouch,” he protested.

“It will hurt more if you don’t stay still.”

“Okay, okay,” he said in a rush.

You threw away the dirty gauzes and repeated the process with some clean ones. This time, it hurt less than the previous one.

“Are you like this with all the boys?” he asked all of the sudden, staring at you intently once again.

You sighed in desperation and stopped tapping his lower lip with the gauze for a moment, trying to calm yourself. He was so infuriating.

“Are you always asking so many questions?”

“Yeah, now answer me.”

“Why don’t you ask Evey about that too?”

“Because I’d much rather hear the answer from you.”

He was so stubborn. Sighing, you continued with your task of disinfecting the cut on his lower lip.

“Be like what?” you ended up saying.

“I dunno… So boor.”

Your eyes formed two slits and you pursed your lips.

“Only with the ones I want to.”

“Mhm… Fair enough.”

You finished drying his lip with a clean towel and placed a steri-strip on the small cut. It would fall with the constant movement of his lips and the saliva, but at least it would do for then.

“You look hot when you’re concentrated,” he said.

You could feel his dark eyes following your every move, making you feel tense from the proximity between the both of you. There, in the silence of the changing rooms, you standing in between his legs, his head propped backwards and him looking at you through hooded eyes, sweat still covering his chest and his bangs falling onto his forehead, sticking to the skin there.

Pressing another gauze to his nose harder than it needed to be pressed made you smile and him, wince.

“Shut up,” was all you said as you kept pressing the gauze to his nose to clean it and smiled.

“Can I speak now?” he sighed after a few seconds.

“No.”

“But you’re now taking care of my nose, the movements of my lips don’t bother you.”

“They always bother me, even if I’m not taking care of you at all.”

“I knew it,” he smirked, making you roll your eyes. “Knew I had some kind of effect on you.”

You finished cleaning his nose and wiping the dried blood away.

“Yeah, you have an effect on me that makes me want to kill you.”

“How aggressive.”

You rolled your eyes again and took some steps back.

“Don’t blow your nose or sneeze through it or it will bleed again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And don’t call me ma’am if you don’t want me to punch you in the nose and make it bleed myself.”

“See? Aggressive,” he smirked. “I like it.”

You grabbed your things in silence, throwing in the bin the used and dirty gauzes and keeping the rest in the locker.

“Believe me when I say you won’t like it that much when I punch you in the face right in front of everyone.”

You weren’t sure if he was even trying to flirt with you anymore or if it had become some sort of back and forth between you both that he enjoyed. The thing is, that it kept being like that for an entire month.

You eventually kept your ‘job’ as a nurse at the wrestling fights – the payment was really good and you needn’t have to worry about your rent anymore. Sometimes, you had to take care of Jungkook and his stupidity, other times you had to take care of other fighters, but that wasn’t a barrier for Jungkook to reach out to you and try to mess with you.

He would follow you to the changing rooms and would tease you, even as you were trying to be careful while stitching someone’s brow.

“That looks painful,” Jungkook would say as the boy flinched each time your needle pierced his skin.

“You wanna try it out?” you would answer back, glaring at him before turning your attention towards the other boy once again.

“Nah, thanks. As much as I’d like to be that close to your face, I don’t like the idea of a needle piercing my skin.”

And you would just growl and focus on your task at hand until he got bored of trying to catch your attention and went away.

It was amazing, really, how fast he could get on your nerves. With just two words, he had you taking deep breaths and wishing to pull at the roots of your hair and tear all of it until you went bald. You knew it was only a game to him, but for you it was starting to affect you for real.

You had always been proud of your patience and peaceful persona – despite you always saying you hated people and society and wanting to murder them all, it was just your sarcastic and dramatic nature, everyone knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly – but when it came to Jeon Jungkook, all that went flying out of the window. You wanted to punch him in the face, scream at the top of your lungs and stare at adorable pictures of puppies until you calmed down.

He was insufferable, infuriating and insupportable, and probably all the other words that started with in- that meant nothing good, and the worst part of it all, is that your insults and your rude behavior towards him only amused him.

Not only did his questions and flirtatious puns infuriated you, but the fact that it was all a game to him did too. He thought that with just a smirk, some empty words and compliments and a lustful stare you’d be putty at his feet, that you’d give in and let him play you like a fool. Like he did with all the other girls. But he was oh so wrong if he thought you were going to fall for him. Ha ha ha.

. . .

Autumn had just arrived to the city, and the leaves had started falling from the trees, adorning the ground with their orange and brownish colors.

You loved autumn and everything that came with it, like the Starbucks’ Pumpkin Spice Latte, or Halloween and its decorations, the cold weather and the vibrant sunsets. But most of all, you loved its cozy evenings spent in your small apartment, drinking chai tea, lighting candles that smelled like cinnamon and watching your favorite series with jus the dim light of the candles and the old fairy lights that hang above your TV.

You loved everything about autumn, but why were you hating it so much that October night?

You cursed under your breath as you got out of the Uber, saying a soft thank you to the driver after grabbing the change he had handed back to you and keeping it in your belt pouch. You closed the door with a loud bang behind you and took a deep breath.

First of all, it was too cold and you couldn’t help but shiver underneath your thick jumper. Second, the ground was sticky and gross underneath your worn-out Converse because of the resin of some old tree. Third, your phone had been ringing non-stop ever since you got on the Uber.

You adjusted your belt pouch underneath your jumper and took your phone from it, looking all around you like a mad woman. The place was far from empty, but let’s just say that the people around you didn’t look the most trustworthy, not that you expected anything else being in the place you were. You didn’t even know why you had agreed to going to that place in the first place – but you guessed you never did when it came to Evey and agreeing to her invitations.

You had heard a lot of things about that area before. The neighborhood was the territory of different gangs, the epicenter of the drugs and weapons market. Some said that not even the police dared to stick their noses into that place. And there you were, in the middle of the street and looking like a fresh snack for hungry eyes.

You unlocked your phone and read Evey’s texts. Most of them were about her scolding you for being late, others were pictures of her inside the local, with Taehyung or just on her own, smiling and posing for the camera. You rolled your eyes and kept your phone back in your belt pouch after sending her a quick text letting her know that you were already there.

Well, you knew indeed why you had agreed to Evey’s invitation that night. It was her birthday, and she was throwing a small party with all her closest friends. What kind of friend would you be if you just stayed at home, eating pop-corn and watching TV and missed your best friend’s birthday party?

You started making your way towards the local, which was situated in the opposite side of the street. The building in which it was located seemed abandoned and old, and you weren’t sure if the night would end without the ceiling falling on your heads. Despite that, the queue of people waiting to enter the local was huge.

But before you could reach zebra crossing, a pull from the paper bag in which you kept Evey’s present made you stop.

You looked back and saw a man, around his forties, smirking at you. Behind him was dark alley and you guessed he had emerged from it. A shiver run down your spine.

“What is a girl like you doing in a place like this? Did you get lost?” he purred.

Your heart started beating erratically in your chest, but you took a deep breath and told yourself to remain calm.

With a harsh pull from the bag, not caring if you broke it or not, you freed yourself from the man’s grip. But he was persistent, and instead of grabbing your bag, this time he grabbed you by your jumper.

“Let go off me,” you said through clenched teeth, turning around so you could look at him.

“Not until you answer my question,” there he was, his smirk once again. He thought he was being all witty and scary, and in a way he was, but you hadn’t taken self-defense classes for two years for nothing.

“Well, I chose not to answer your question, I don’t know if you could tell, but me turning around and ignoring you meant just that.”

The man’s smirk disappears from his lips and he steps closer to you.

“Are you trying to fool me, sweetheart?”

“I’m trying to tell you to fuck off,” you said through gritted teeth, your body tensing. “Go before I call the police.”

The man laughed. “The police,” he said between laughs. “I think you don’t know where you are, sweetheart, or who are you trying to play with.”

You watched the man closer. He was bald, tattoos covering his head. He had an evil glint in his eyes. He was tall and muscular, but not much taller than you to the point you would feel threatened by it. His features where harsh and his eyes clearer than the cold water of a stream.

“No, I definitely don’t know you, and if you excuse me, I’d like that to remain like that.”

You tried to turn around and walk away, thinking that maybe the man had had enough. But he pulled you back and pushed you against him. Your back collided against his chest and he surrounded your neck with one of his strong arms. You took deep breaths, calming yourself to keep your mind clear.

“I don’t like bad girls like you…” he purred in your ear, causing bile to rise towards your throat. “They all need to be taught a lesson.”

“Let go off me,” you repeated, this time getting more anxious. And you hated how that anxiousness was heard through your voice. The man chuckled at that and you started to worry, maybe you had been too reckless not shouting, thinking that you would be able to handle a man like that on your own.

“Is the sweetheart scared now?” he whispered. “Don’t be… I’m not going to hurt you, at least for now.”

“This is the last warning I’m giving you before I make a fool out of yourself in front of your friends,” you said through clenched teeth, seeing a group of people out of the corner of your eye, at the entrance of the alley, looking at you.

The man laughed again, his lips getting closer to your ear. It sent you shivers running down your spine.

“You’re funny, you really are,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” a strong voice suddenly said, startling you both.

Just then, you saw a boy crossing the street running towards you. He was dressed all in black, and in the darkness of the place, it was difficult for you to distinguish who it was or if you knew him at all, but when he passed by some streetlights, you finally saw who it was. It was Jungkook, and he somehow looked pissed.

The grip of the man loosened around your neck, and suddenly your brain snapped and came back to life.

Quickly, you let go of the paper bag and took advantage of the man’s distraction.

Grabbing the man’s arm that was around your neck with both hands, you ducked down and escaped his grip, turning around just as quickly as you stood up again. Confidently, you kept your grip on his arm with one hand as the other grabbed the junction between his neck and shoulder and pinched hard there.

The man let out a scream of pain and bent forward. It was the perfect angle for your knee to collide with force against his crotch.

Another scream of pain, but you didn’t let yourself taste the victory just yet.

The hand that had been grabbing his arm, moved until it was pinching the juncture of his neck too. As the man’s hands where holding his crotch, you placed one foot behind his own, and with the other leg, you kicked his knee.

Helpless, the man fell backwards onto the ground, hitting his head on the pavement and letting out another scream of pain.

Still breathing erratically from your small fight, you rolled up the sleeves of your jumper and grabbed the paper bag that contained your friend’s birthday present.

“Told you I didn’t want to make a fool out of you in front of all your friends,” you spat, kicking his side with your Converse. “I didn’t pay a good amount of money on self-defense classes for nothing.”

When Jungkook reached you both, the man was already lying on the ground, rubbing all the sore places and you were looking at him with disgust in your eyes, ready to leave.

You sent a last glance towards the group of friends that had witnessed it all and flipped them your middle finger.

“What the fuck did just happen?” Jungkook asked, looking at the man on the floor with wide eyes.

You turned around and glared at him.

“What are you so shocked about?” you spat, anger still running through your veins. Jungkook had done nothing to you for you to direct your anger towards him, but you guessed it was a good warning. He had seen you knocking down a man in the middle of the street with just a few movements, so now he knew what would happen to him if he played with you too much. “Had you never seen a woman defending herself before? Get used to it.”

You began walking towards the local, not caring about the zebra crossing and just crossing down the middle of the street.

“Hey! Wait for me!” you heard Jungkook calling after you.

The both of you entered the local, ignoring the angry looks everyone in the queue were giving you. Jungkook was laughing and babbling non-stop about what he had just witnessed, and you were kind of proud that you had shocked him like that. The boy knew his boundaries now.

“Y/N!” Evey greeted you happily when she saw you entering her booth.

Everyone was already seated around the small area, distributed in the various couches. In the middle there was a round table full of glasses and bottles of alcohol. A red hookah was standing in the middle of the table, Taehyung smoking from it.

You hugged your friend tightly and sang happy birthday quietly for her, luckily the music of the local was loud and no one but Evey heard you singing happy birthday. The present was a t-shirt she had told you she wanted once you had gone out shopping and a frame with a recent picture of the two of you.

“You’re not going to believe what just happened to me,” you excitedly said, taking a seat next to her.

The adrenaline from the fight had lowered a bit, but you were still excited and nervous about what had happened.

You started telling the story, all the boys around you paying attention as they drank from their glasses.

“And then I kneeled him on the crotch and he screamed as if his life depended on it,” you said, gesturing just how you had kneeled him with all your strength.

“Ouch!” Taehyung laughed, cupping his crotch with both hands. “That must hurt like hell, man!”

“I don’t want Y/N as my enemy,” Jimin cried, standing up from his couch and kneeling in front of you. “Please forgive me if I ever offended you when we first met.”

You laughed but acted as if you were pondering it. It’s true Jimin had gotten on your nerves that first night you met him because he acted like a jerk, but he hadn’t tried to make a move on you since that day and you eventually had grown fond of him. “I’ll think about it,” you mumbled.

“But you won’t believe who the man was,” Jungkook said from the other side of the booth. You were surprised that he had been paying attention to the conversation at all, he seemed too engrossed in the girl that was sitting on his lap.

You threw a glance towards him. He had a protective hand over the girl’s waist, but apart from that, his attention was all in the conversation around him.

“He was Bobby’s older brother,” Jungkook laughed.

You heard some surprised gasps around you, and you confusedly stared at Jungkook.

“Who is Bobby?” you asked.

“You don’t know who Bobby is?!” Taehyung exclaimed by your side.

“He is the best street fighter in the whole city!” the boy named Namjoon excitedly said, leaning forward so he could look at you. “He is – “

Jungkook cleared his throat, interrupting Namjoon. “He was,” he spat, fulminating his friend with his glare.

Namjoon looked at his friend with apologetic eyes. “He was the best street fighter in the city before Jungkook beat him last year. He had been the wrestling champion for five years in a row.”

“He’s a no one now,” Jungkook shrugged. “He hasn’t won a fight since then, I don’t even know if he has entered the competition this year.”

“I’ve heard he has,” Hoseok said. “He has only competed two times, but he has won both fights.”

Jungkook shrugged. “Whatever, I’ll beat his ass again if we fight.”

You winced at his words, as if fighting a guy until your knuckles bleed and the other loses consciousness was the most common thing in the world. Despite Jungkook’s cocky words of superiority, you could see he didn’t really think of that Bobby boy as a no one.

“And his brother is a fighter too?” you asked.

“He used to be,” Taehyung nodded. “He’s retired now, too much shit going on in his life.”

“Alcohol, drugs and all that,” Jimin nodded.

“They kicked him out of the competition three years ago for being under drug effects during a fight,” Namjoon added.

“Is it forbidden to take drugs while fighting?” you asked, you didn’t knew there were rules.

“Of course,” Seokjin, the older boy of them all nodded. “It’s street fighting, but it has its rules. Fighting under the effects of drugs or any other stimulant is completely forbidden.”

“So, let me get this straight,” you leaned forward on your couch. “You can beat another person to the point of sending them straight to the hospital, but you can’t take drugs during a fight.”

“That’s how things work,” Taehyung shrugged.

“That’s why I don’t fight,” Yoongi, who hadn’t yet spoken said, making the rest of the group laugh. You had only seen him a couple of times before, but those two times he looked high and out of it.

The girl next to Yoongi cuddled against his side and laughed at his words. You narrowed your eyes. How could they laugh at that?

You stared at them, so young, with their entire lives ahead of them. And what were they doing instead of making the most out of them? They were drinking, laughing and stupid jokes at some dark local in the middle of an equally as dark neighborhood, drowning their sorrows in alcohol, designer drugs and unknown girls. They put their lives at risk on top of some ring, under the fists of other man. You wondered if that could be called life. But… Was your life any better? All you did was worry, about studies, practices at the hospital, rent… Could it be called life? What was even life? Living without a worry and having fun while taking risks or living under a constant responsibility, thinking about everything too much so everything would occur as planned and looking at others having fun?

As the topic of the conversation changed, you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. You looked at him, stubbornly trying to keep eye contact even as the girl sitting on his lap leant closer to him and started kissing his neck. You gulped, feeling awkward at witnessing such a scene, but you didn’t take your eyes away from him and neither did he take his eyes away from you.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and through the dim lights of the local you could see his lips moving, mouthing something to you. Something that looked a lot like: “this could be you”.

You only rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest and averted your eyes from his. He was Jeon Jungkook, you weren’t surprised by his gestures anymore, nor did they fluster you. In the end, it was all a game to him, you were just a game to him.

. . .

There were only three fights a month, so every fighter only had to fight once a month and could rest before the next one.

Since the last fight at the beginning of October, you hadn’t seen Jungkook or any of the other boys. You had attended one the previous weekend, a boy too young for that with a small cut on his brow.

Sighing, you came back to reality and kept typing the constants on the computer. Lately, your mind had been wandering too much.

“Y/N,” you heard the voice of the nurse who was in charge of you. “We’re going to the cafeteria, can you take a look around for us?”

“Sure,” you nodded, looking back at the two nurses.

“If anything happens, call us.”

You nodded once again and waved at them. Staying alone at the floor all on your own made you a bit anxious, but you guessed if you wanted to be a professional one day, you should be capable of taking charge of that.

You finished typing numbers in the computer and stood up, ready to take a walk around the floor to see if all the patients were doing fine. It was eight pm, you would be going home in just two hours.

Grabbing your pen and small notebook and keeping them in the pockets of your uniform, you began entering the rooms, asking the patients if they were alright or if they needed anything. Most of them smiled politely at you and nodded, telling you that they were fine. You only had to change two intravenous saline and help some patients with their medication, but further from that, the floor was tranquil.

Reaching the last door of the floor, you knocked before entering.

“Hello,” you said, slowly stepping into the room.

It was the room of a patient that had arrived that afternoon. He was a young boy, but you had been busy with other things and you hadn’t even seen him.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, your eyes scanning the room in search of the young boy, or anyone at all, but all you found was untouched furniture and an unmade bed. “Hello?” you repeated.

You walked towards the door of the bathroom and knocked to see if the boy was in there, but no answer came. When some minutes had gone by and still, you hadn’t received an answer, you opened the bathroom door. It was just as untouched and empty as the rest of the room.

You frowned. “How strange…” you murmured, but shrugged and walked out of the room, thinking that the boy was taking a walk around the hospital or something.

But, form what you had heard, he had been in a car accident… He wasn’t in conditions to take a walk around the hospital.

People were so strange…

You walked back to the nursing control and took a seat on your usual chair, taking your notebook and pen out and writing down some of the things you had seen that day to reread them at home. You were just writing about a medication you had never heard about before until that evening, when a loud noise startled you, making you draw an ugly line all across the page of your notebook.

“Shit…” you sighed.

But then, you heard another noise, this time muffled. You turned around in your chair and furrowed your brows. The noises were coming from the storeroom.

Was it the nursing assistant? She had gone to the cafeteria with the nurses… Maybe a doctor? Since when did doctors enter the storeroom?

You slowly got up of your chair and hesitantly walked towards the storeroom. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest. What if someone had entered the hospital and was stealing things? What if that someone was carrying a weapon? There were guards all around the hospital, but fuck, you had seen too many Grey’s Anatomy episodes not to know that things could get dramatic quickly in a hospital.

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself about your self-defense classes and that you had already knocked down a man thanks to them. Without giving yourself – and the person that was inside – time to think about it, you opened the door with a harsh push.

Your eyes immediately widened at the sight before you.

Jeon Jungkook was crouching on the floor, a box by his side and medical supplies scattered all around him. You had thought about the nursing assistant, the nurse or a doctor, maybe even some terrorist or robber that had a plan to attack the hospital. But this? You had never thought of this being a possibility.

What the fuck was Jeon Jungkook doing there, in the storeroom of your floor?

He was looking at you with the same wide eyes and shocked expression.

“Jungkook?” you asked, your hard tense as it grabbed the doorknob.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“W-what? I could ask you the same!”

You stood there, looking at each other before Jungkook sighed. You caught in his appearance. He was dressed in one of the hospital pajamas. Hair disheveled and a small thread of blood falling down the side of his face. He had other bruises on his face, but they looked insignificant.

“Can you at least close the door, please?” he sighed.

You rushed to close the door behind you, resting your back on the door as your hands still gripped the doorknob from behind you.

“What are you doing here?!” you asked, this time raising your voice.

“I’m the stock clerk and I was placing the new supplies in their shelves,” he said, sarcasm dripping from words and causing you to roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for your jokes,” you spat. “I’ll call the nurses and they’ll take care of this.”

“No! Wait!” he rushed to say, standing from his crouched position on the floor and extending his arms towards you as if to stop you. “Don’t tell them, they’ll call security.”

“Then tell me what the fuck you’re doing here,” you said, loosening your grip on the doorknob.

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you, but please don’t tell the nurses I’m here.”

You rolled your eyes but somehow, felt powerful. Jungkook’s fate was completely in the palm of your hand in that moment and he knew it too, to the point where he had pleaded you! Pleaded! Jeon Jungkook! Maybe you could start enjoying that and all.

“Go on, tell me and I won’t call the nurses.”

Jungkook averts his eyes from yours and runs a hand through his hair.

“I got into a car accident, okay? It was nothing, a small crash, but the other driver was an old woman and she got scared and called two ambulances, the police and all that,” he said, sighing as if he thought calling the police and the ambulance after a car accident had been something irrational. “The crash was so insignificant that my car was untouched, only the driver’s door was a bit dented and the window broken, the airbag went off and that’s why I have bruises on my face and a cut over my brow. But apart from that I’m fine, see?”

He raised both arms and moved his legs as if to prove to you that he was completely fine.

“I see that you can imitate a chimpanzee,” you nodded, you being the one who was teasing him then.

“Ha ha,” he mocked you. “So funny.”

“I know,” you showed him your teeth through a fake smile.

“Anyway, why did they bring you to this floor instead of sewing your brow up and sending you home at the E.R.?”

You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes and bends to grab the fallen supplies from the floor.

“Dunno, the doctor told me they wanted to do some tests on me, an X-ray or something like that. Bullshit.”

You nodded. It makes sense that after a car crash the doctors want to do an X-ray, but again, it looked like Jungkook didn’t find that as normal.

“You don’t want to stay here any longer,” you deduced.

“I don’t need to stay here any longer, I’m perfectly fine and you’re wasting money and time on a person that is completely healthy when you could be spending it on someone that truly needs it. I just wanna go home.”

“And that’s why you’re in a stockroom… Throwing things from the shelves?”

“It was a fucking accident,” Jungkook growled. “I was just trying to grab some gauzes to clean the blood from my face. What would people think if they saw me walking across the street with blood on my face?”

You frowned, eyeing him up and down.

“And your clothes? Or were you planning on cleaning the blood form your face but not on changing your hospital pajamas?”

Jungkook stopped gathering the medical supplies form the floor and looked down at his green garments.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that emerged from your throat.

“Because people walk down the street in some green hospital pajamas all the time, and they would notice the blood but not the clothing?” you said as you kept laughing.

One look from Jungkook almost – almost – made you feel bad for laughing at him. But it was an almost, and you kept laughing at him as if it was the funniest thing you had ever heard. In a sense it was. To see the young fighter, usually so brutal and fierce, dressed in bright green pajamas, with that look on his face… It was hilarious.

“Where are your clothes?” you asked.

“I don’t fucking know,” Jungkook said, running both hands through his hair by then. “They undressed my in the ambulance in case I had something broken and then, at the hospital, they dressed me in… This.”

“I must admit it’s one of the best looks I’ve seen you in,” you mocked him once again.

“Who has time for jokes now?” Jungkook spat, glaring at you.

“Definitely me,” you said and kept laughing.

But when you thought about your nurses entering the stockroom and finding you there, with a boy who was trying to scape and you doing nothing to prevent it, the situation stops being so funny.

“Okay, what are you planning to do?” your laugh died down as you spoke.

“I’m planning on cleaning my face, taking this shit off and going home as fast as possible, preferably before the nurses enter my room and find it empty.”

“And can’t you just wait until tomorrow when the doctors do the X-ray and confirm that everything’s fine and they send you home?”

“And risk them finding out who I am and calling security?”

You frowned at his words. Why would they call security?

Jungkook saw your confused expression. “I’m not in the best of terms with law right now, and I wouldn’t want police knowing I’m here.”

“But you told me the woman you crashed with called the police.”

“Yeah, but I gave them some fake ID,” he said. “I have to get out of here before they find out.”

You shook your head.

“You’re screwed.”

“I know, I don’t need you to remind me, thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, you know I’m always available to help,” you said, sarcasm laced through your words.

Jungkook glared at you and you had to fight to keep a straight face.

“And why shouldn’t I tell the nurses and just let them take care of you?”

At your words, Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stopped al movement.

“No! You can’t do that!”

“I can’t?!” you stubbornly asked. “Watch me.”

You turned around, your hands already on the doorknob ready to open the door walk out of the room and go in search of the nurses.

A strong hand wrapped around one of your wrists just as you were about to do so, stopping you when they pulled you backwards.

“Don’t call them, please, I’ll owe you a favor,” Jungkook pleaded, turning you around so you could look him in the eye.

“A favor?” you arched a brow.

“Yeah, a favor.”

“Anything I want?”

“Don’t get too excited.”

“Okay, I’ll tell them,” you shrugged, about to turn around once again. But his hand that was still wrapped around your wrist obliged you to stay still.

“Anything you want, yeah,” he breathed.

You smirked, satisfied with your small victory. Jungkook was always invincible when it came to his physical side, but he was also invincible when it came to his pride. Right now, you had hurt his pride and it was: Y/N – 1, Jungkook – 0.

“Anything I want?” you repeated.

“Don’t make me change my –“ he widened his eyes when he saw your expression turning serious. “Anything you want, yeah, of course.”

“Better,” you smiled, patting the hand over your wrist and unwrapping it from your wrist. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, now help me.”

“Don’t be impatient, my small padawan…”

Jungkook sent you a glare that told you that you were playing with fire and that it wasn’t funny for him.

“Alright, alright, I see you’re not in the mood for jokes,” you chuckled. “Relax.”

“Just help me get out of here.”

“Ts, ts, ts!” you said. “I promised not to tell the nurses! But I never said I would help you get out of here!”

“I’ll owe you another favor!”

“Nah, I’m tired of favors,” you teased him.

You knew time was passing by, and that the nurses would be back at any moment.

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Hmm…” you thought. “What I want…”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sounded desperate by then.

“Stop bothering me, trying to flirt with me, get into my pants or whatever the fuck you’re doing,” you said. “Just leave me alone.”

“Who said I ever tried to get into your pants! You wish!”

You arched a brow and looked at him.

“Okay! Okay! I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I swear! Yeah!”

The satisfied smirk returned to your lips and you searched in the pocket of your uniform for a small key. Once your fingertips found the metallic material of the key, you grabbed them and got them out of the pocket.

“Here, grab this,” you said, handing him the key. “Go to the basement, it is minus two floor. Search for the door in which ‘nursing students’ is written. This will open you the door to our changing rooms. Now they’re almost empty and no one will notice you. Wait for me until my shift ends and then I’ll help you get out of the hospital.”

“Too much information,” he frowned, trying to remember all your instructions.

“I know,” you said, patting his back. “Too much information for such a small brain, but you’ll be fine.”

“You’re lucky I totally depend on you right now to get out of here, or else, you’d be dead by now.”

You flashed him your best fake smile. “What a shame…”

You turned around and opened the door for him, then you pushed his back.

“Minus two floor, remember,” you said, before completely pushing him out of the stockroom. “And if they ask you what you’re doing in there, just say you’re going to the personal’s cafeteria, it’s located in the basement.”

“B-but what if – ?”

“Good luck,” you said, giving him one last push and waving at him.

. . .

When you entered the stockroom a few minutes later, it was already empty and everything tidy, as if nothing had happened there. You smiled at the sight, remembering how lost Jungkook had seemed. You had never seen that child-like stare of his, or the way his lips parted slightly when he was confused or anxious, basically because he never was confused or anxious in the first place. But that night, you felt as if you were taking the reigns with him for once and you felt confident.

You waited patiently for your shift to end, and once it did, you grabbed your things and got on one of the elevators, towards the basement and the changing rooms.

You walked slowly, wondering if Jungkook had been able to wait two hours for you or if he had already gone away.

You opened the door to the changing rooms with your spare key and slowly looked into the room. It looked empty except for the lockers and the small wooden benches.

The door closed behind you with a loud bang and that’s when a head emerged from behind the last row of lockers.

“You’re finally here,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you. “Took you long enough.”

“I had more important things to do,” you shrugged, ignoring him and walking towards your locker.

You heard him sighing exasperatedly behind you, but you simply introduced the pin of your locker and opened it.

“I nearly got caught,” he started explaining, plopping onto one of the wooden benches and resting his back on the lockers behind him. “You told me this would be empty.”

“No, I told you this would be almost empty,” you smirked, facing your back to him so he couldn’t see how amusing you were finding the situation.

From the tone of his voice, you could tell he wasn’t really happy about the situation.

“You could have at least warned me,” he scoffed. “I had to lock myself in one of the stalls and fake a girl’s voice each time someone knocked on the door.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a loud wheeze before you started laughing until your stomach hurt and your lungs burnt.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” Jungkook protested.

“I would kill to see you faking a girl’s voice,” you kept laughing, cleaning some tears that had started falling from under your eyes.

Jungkook murmured something under his breath that looked like he was mocking you, but you didn’t care.

You grabbed the supplies you had gotten from the stockroom of your floor and placed them on a nearby bench.

“Come here, I’m gonna sew that brow up.”

Jungkook obeyed, but not without glaring at you before. He sat on the bench, still glaring at you, his eyes fulminating you.

You cleaned the wound with a bit of saline and disinfectant before sewing it up. You cleaned the dried blood too. Then, you put a bit of local anesthetic on your fingers and applied it to the area around the small cut above his brow.

“Hold your hair back like this,” you said, grabbing his bangs and pushing them backwards.

You didn’t miss the way his hand brushed against yours when he pushed his bangs. You avoided his gaze and went back to your small stock of medical supplies.

“I’m gonna try to be as clean as I can so the wound won’t get infected, but I can’t promise anything,” you said, putting on your gloves.

He simply shrugged.

You took that as the permission you needed to continue, and grabbed the needle with the silk thread. You had done that a hundred times, but somehow, your hands were trembling and you felt nervous.

“Okay, don’t move, and I mean it, this is not cleaning some small cut or some dried blood,” you warned him, walking with the needle in one hand and some tweezers in the other.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What did I tell you about calling me ma’am?” you said, frowning. “I can sew up your eye, so be careful with me right now.”

Jungkook smirked, but simply nodded and stayed quiet as he fixed his gaze on the lockers before him.

You proceeded to sew up the small cut above his brow. It was small and blood had already stopped flowing from it.

Jungkook moved uncomfortably as the needle pierced through his skin for the first time.

“Don’t move,” you ordered.

“It’s weird, I feel the needle but I don’t feel pain.”

“That’s because I applied a bit of local anesthetic before.”

Jungkook nodded and you glared at him.

“Don’t move!”

“Okay, okay, sorry, I forgot.”

You shook your head but somehow, found the situation funny.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked you, his eyes lifting from the lockers to stare at you with narrowed eyes.

“I just find this situation a bit funny, y’ know?” you laughed softly, shaking your head before piercing the opposite piece of skin. “You’ve already fought three times this season, and in those three times all you’ve got on your face were small bruises or cuts on your lower lip, while your opponents always got some sort of open wound. And now that you get into a small car accident, you cut your brow and get bruises all over your face.”

Jungkook tries to hide his smile, but he fails. “Life’s ironical.”

“It is,” you nodded, focusing all your attention on your task at hand.

It was a small cut, and with three stitches it was already closed.

“Okay, it’s done,” you said, putting the needle in a small bunch of gauzes so you wouldn’t cut yourself with it. “You’ll have to clean it with a bit of disinfectant two times a day and try not to fight while the stitches are still in. They’ll dry out and Evey or me will take them off.”

“Cool,” he nodded, lifting his hand unconsciously to touch the area.

You slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch it with dirty hands! You’ll get it infected!”

“Ugh, I just wanted to see if it was okay.”

“You don’t trust my nursing skills?” you joked, taking off your gloves and throwing them in the bin with the rest of the medical supplies you had grabbed.

“No,” he growled, standing up from the bench.

You shrugged and handed him the clothes you had stolen from the laundry of the hospital.

“What are these?” he asked, grabbing the clothes and examining them from up-close.

“Your new clothes,” you smiled brightly.

“New? They look like they’re from an eighty-year-old man.”

“That’s because they probably are,” you shrugged. “They’re the only ones I could find.”

“I’m not putting these on.”

“That’s up to you, go home in your hospital pajamas then.”

You shrugged and turned around, facing your locker and averting your attention from him.

“You’re really taking advantage of the situation and humiliating me.”

“Maybe,” you laughed. “Now get changed.”

You heard Jungkook growling before disappearing into one of the stalls to change.

You changed quickly into your clothes, folding your uniform and keeping it in your locker. Closing it, you hung your backpack on your shoulders and walked towards the bathrooms.

“Are you ready?” you called him.

“I’m not going home in these.”

You muffled your laugh with the palm of your hand and then knocked on his door.

“C’mon,” you said, trying to hide your laughs and sound serious. “I’m sure they don’t look that bad.”

The door to the closed stall opened brusquely and a young boy dressed in clothes that were too big and old-fashioned for him, emerged from it.

You pressed the palm of your hand to your lips even with more force, trying to stop your laughs, but to no avail. You suddenly were roaring with laughter, clutching your stomach tightly.

“When you stop laughing at me, we can go,” Jungkook protested, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the doorframe.

“Five more minutes,” you said.

He sighed loudly but waited until you calmed yourself.

“Okay, okay,” you said, your laughs dying down as you wiped away the tears from your eyes. “I think I’m done laughing at you.”

But one more look at him dressed in that ridiculous trousers and brown vest over the white shirt and you were laughing once again.

“Okay! One more minute!” you kept laughing.

“This is enough,” Jungkook protested, pushing himself away from the wall and walking towards the door.

He tried opening it, but the door didn’t even falter.

“You need the key,” you said, showing him the small key in your hand.

He glared at you for the thousand time and just waited for you there, his arms still crossed over his chest.

“What a fun day, don’t you think?” you mocked him, walking towards the door with your key in your hand.

“Yeah, fun as hell,” he growled.

Your stomach hurt from all the laughing, and your eyes were blurry with happy tears. You hadn’t laughed like that in such a long time.

You walked past Jungkook and opened the door of the changing rooms, ready to get out of it when a hand closed the door and a body put itself between your own and the door.

“Let’s go out tomorrow,” Jungkook suddenly said, looking at you with a neutral expression on his face.

Your brows furrowed. What?

“What?” you said out loud.

“Yeah, let’s go somewhere, the two of us.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” you said, nearly out of breath as your heart drummed harshly against your ribcage.

“It’s not a date, just a meeting.”

“A meeting,” you repeated. “Where’s that coming from? You don’t meet anyone.”

Jungkook shrugged, leaning on the doorframe.

“I want to show you we could have fun together.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Ah, it’s about that again,” you scoffed. “Sorry, but I don’t meet with people like you for things like that.”

You tried to walk past him, but he was completely blocking the door from your sight.

“Why not? I don’t see why we couldn’t sleep together and have a bit of fun!”

“Well, I see a lot of ‘why not’s’. For starters, I don’t do one-time things, they’re always messy and someone ends up being hurt and I don’t like them. I find them emotionless and I… I simply don’t want! I don’t need to explain myself!” you said, getting angry.

“You say that because you haven’t tried it,” Jungkook smirked. “Plus, it doesn’t have to be only a one-time thing. If you like it so much afterwards, maybe I could do an exception for you and let you repeat.”

“Ew, gross, no,” you said, your face scrunching up in disgust.

“C’mon Y/N! Don’t be a frigid! Just try!”

You glared at him, your eyes burning with rage. Did he just call you frigid?

“I’m gonna punch you in the bad brow,” you growled.

He grabbed you by the wrist just as you were about to lift your arm and punch him. He stopped your movements with minimal effort.

“Stop being so aggressive!” Jungkook teased. He lowered his voice afterwards. “You know it turns me on.”

“Ew!” you protested, fighting against his grip. “You’re the grossest person I’ve ever met!”

“You don’t know how gross I can be,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“EW!” you growled again. “Let go off me!”

“No until you say yes to going out with me tomorrow.”

“Not even in your wildest dreams,” you scoffed.

“No? One day you’ll look back and regret the opportunity you lost,” he smirked. Then, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered seductively. “I have girls queuing behind me, they would kill to be in your place right now.”

“Well, I would kill… But I would kill you, now let go off me.”

“Okay, if you don’t accept by fair means, you’ll accept by crook.”

You arched a brow. “I won’t accept either way.”

“What was your floor? The fourth one, right? Maybe I can go there and tell the nurses I was the patient of the room 432 and that you helped me escape, but that I changed my mind and came back.”

“What?! You wouldn’t! They would call security and police would get you.”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “But it wouldn’t be the first time police gets me and I escape. However, you’d be punished and you would fail your practices and you wouldn’t be able to graduate this year.”

You glared at him, your pupils blown out with fire in them.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Ah, no? Watch me,” he said, mocking your previous words and threatening you just like you had threatened him before. Shit.

He turned around, facing the door, but you charged against him and surrounded him with both arms to stop him.

“No! No!” you cried. “Please don’t do that! I’ll go out with you tomorrow!”

Jungkook stopped his movements and turned around with a satisfied smirk on his lips. He stared down at your arms embracing him. You immediately took them away and took some steps back.

“I hate you,” you spat.

“I know, that’s what gets me the most.”

You stared at him with disgust written on your face.

“This isn’t fair, you were the one who owed me a favor, not the other way around.”

Jungkook started opening the door of the changing rooms.

“Going out with me is the best favor I could give you, trust me,” he said.

“I’ve agreed under coercion, don’t get too cocky.”

“You’ll beg me to go out with you another time, and it won’t be under coercion.”

You glared at him and watched him starting to walk down the empty corridor. On a Friday night, everyone was already at home, except for the ones who had the night shift.

“I’ll pick you up at six!” he said.

“You don’t know where I live! Maybe I’ll decide to just dump you!”

“Evey will tell me! And if that’s so, I’ll come back to the hospital and tell them!”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Bye! See you tomorrow!”

“If I go it’s under my terms and conditions! And we’ll go to the place I choose!”

“Whatever!” Jungkook said, winking at you before turning around and disappearing from your sight.

“Asshole,” you mumbled, resting your back on the changing room’s door.

[euphorajeon]

thank you for including in the sheets!! 🥺🥺🫶🏻

stormi's fic recs | 07.2023

hi friends! july was busy for me so i didn’t read much but what i did read was absolutely amazing. shoutout to these amazing writers. 

note: i do not own or claim any of these works as my own. if you find a story you like on this list, please consider supporting the author with a review, reblog, comment, ko-fi, or signal boost.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ most of this content is nsfw and mature rated. minors should stop at this point and exit.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim seokjin

midsummer by @hobeemin (m)

➵ once a year on the summer solstice, the veil between the realms thins. the couple can finally walk among the world without a care. what happens during midsummer, stays on midsummer. [fluff; romance; smut; urban fantasy; hybrid au; oneshot; poc!reader(twerks); sequel; 2k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ min yoongi

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jung hoseok

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim namjoon

closer by @joon4eva (m)

➵ no summary. [fluff; smut; established relationship;  oneshot; 4k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ park jimin

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim taehyung

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jeon jungkook

in the sheets by @euphorajeon (m)

➵ a sleepy jeongguk in the morning is very soft and whiny, a stark contrast to the usual annoying and full-of-tease jeongguk. (either way, you love him all the same.) [fluff; boxer!jk; college au; oneshot; 18+; 1k] - series here.

make up sex by @7brownsuga7 (m)

➵ you and your boyfriend jungkook have a heated argument. he fucks you until you’re a tired mess to make up for what he’s said. [angst; fluff; smut; oneshot; 2k; 18+]

seven tattoos later by @yoon-kooks (m)

➵ if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him? [fluff; smut; oneshot; 3k; 18+]

you good? by @mono-moonchilds (m)

➵ what if... you gave Jungkook head [smut; drabble; less than 1k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ot7

the lick it series by @jjksblackgf (m)

➵ it's in the ups and downs of life that you can find someone to make your toes curl. [smut; established relationship; series; 21+]

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[euphorajeon]

the love upon your eyes | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.9k

— warnings: soft jk, llike very soft, shirtless jk, that's it haha

— summary: when your mind is cloudy with sleep, jeongguk takes the opportunity to gaze at you, lovingly.

— author's note: broo did you all see how cool jeongguk was in golden live on stage... our best friend for real... also the gcf in budapest is really boxer!gguk coded hhh i got whiplash watching it. anyways. hope you enjoy this little bit of something from boxer!gguk !!! (ps. this is basically in the sheets but with the roles reversed :> )

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

You’ve known Jeongguk for as long as you can remember. His annoying presence seemed to cement itself in your life, not allowing you to have a day without some memories of him. Jeongguk who always sang on the way home from school. Jeongguk who was there when you almost drowned when you were ten. Jeongguk who made fun of your hair in middle school. Jeongguk who had a colorful t-shirt phase in high school. Jeongguk who moved to another city for university.

It felt weird when he left, not having someone follow you around just to pester you, but eventually, it felt peaceful. You’re able to make new friends, study properly, and enjoy your time as a new university student. Jeongguk still texted you occasionally, giving you updates of his life and bantering with you whenever he wanted (when you protested, he said he’d only done that because he was bored. You’d given him the middle finger emoji which he laughed off.)

Jeongguk’s been annoying all of his life, so when he showed up at your doorstep two years after the last time you saw him, you expected nothing less. He truly didn’t change, still the same Jeongguk who brushed off your shocked concerns and responded with teasing remarks instead. So much teasing, so much tempting, until you lost it and kissed him right on his pierced lips.

All of that tells you that Jeongguk will always be annoying. Endearing, but annoying. Loving, but annoying.

So imagine how you feel when one morning, your whole world tilts on its axis when you open your eyes to Jeongguk gazing at you, lovingly. Most of his body is covered in his white blankets, only his shoulders and arms are visible, one of which is covering the bottom part of his face. You can only see his nose and eyes, again obstructed by the unruly strands of his hair, but those eyes tell everything. They tell you that Jeon Jeongguk is looking at you with all the love he has stored in his heart, without even a pinch of the annoying twinkle he usually has hidden somewhere in the flecks of his orbs.

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle through his nose when you groan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, words muffled by his arm still covering his mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

Your barely-open eyes narrow into slits, blurring his form in your vision into a mush of white, black, and skin color. Despite that, you know the sound he just let out is another chuckle through the nose, now even more endeared. “Who are you, and what have you done to my Jeongguk?”

It sounds sassy in your head, your usual tone when talking to your boyfriend, but you don’t know that it only sounds like a jumbled mess in Jeongguk’s ears. Your whole body is still heavy with sleep, the tiny functioning part of your brain only recognizing the love in Jeongguk’s eyes that is so peculiar until your brain fails to aid to your ability to speak clearly. You don’t have to worry, though, because the tiny laugh that rumbles through Jeongguk’s chest tells you that he understood your words perfectly.

“Why so cranky, babe?” Jeongguk reaches out a tattooed hand to pinch lightly at your cheek. “Was last night not enough?”

You’re in the middle of turning around, intending to ignore Jeongguk’s soft stare and confront it later when you’re more awake, but his question makes you pause. Focusing your crusty eyes on him, you just realize that he’s not wearing any shirt, his arms and shoulders bare for you to see. Oh, he must have been looking at you with so much love pouring out of his eyes for you to miss the tattooed bulging biceps on display. This is bad.

Okay, back to his question. Last night, he said?

Your hands automatically pat down your body, which, thankfully, is covered by a t-shirt. You even still have your pajama shorts on. What does he mean by last night?

Apparently you voiced that aloud, with confusion written all over your sleepy face.

“Alright, alright, we didn’t go all the way last night,” Jeongguk laughs—he’s really cheerful considering the time of day, you notice—while coaxing the crease between your eyebrows away with his fingers. “Made out for a while on the bed, but you kinda slipped away from the kiss in the middle of it. I guess you were too tired, so I let you sleep instead.”

You didn’t remember anything from last night. Maybe he’s right, exhaustion took over your entire body that your brain just didn’t store any memories for a few hours. So, you ask the one sensible thing your brain could conjure up right now: “Did I leave you with a hard-on?”

Your eyes are nearly closed again, so you don’t see the amused expression Jeongguk has on his face. “If I tell you yes, would you apologize for it?”

“Mhm, sorry,” you mumble non-commitally.

There’s a few seconds pause. Then, “That’s it? No snarky remarks about how you don’t have to apologize for my bodily function?” Jeongguk asks, still amused by your lack of bite.

“Mhm,” you hum again. “Wanna go back to sleep…” You’re interrupted by a big yawn, “if argument, no sleep…”

Jeongguk has to bite his lip to prevent himself from breaking into a huge grin as he reaches for you, tugging your form closer to his so you can place your head on his chest. He envelops you in his arms, completely engulfing your frame with his big build. You drape your arm lazily on his waist, let him tangle his legs with yours. Jeongguk then drops a kiss on your head, one you barely register because your brain starts succumbing back to sleep.

“Sleep tight, sleepyhead,” he whispers before smiling to himself. 

“I’ll still love you even if you gave me blue balls in the middle of the night.”

a/n: thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed this little ball of fluff hehe. help me improve by giving me feedback in my askbox or here! :D

[adoresoperecs]

Jeon Jungkook part 3

cat-asstrophe (fluff,smut)

amber confetti (angst, fluff)

goosebumps (smut)

favorite (fluff)

counter (smut)

sharing is caring (fluff)

last call (smut)

yeah, i know you’ll always stay (fluff,smut)

blackout (fluff,smut)

only for you (smut)

keep me company (smut)

you’ll only find love with me (fluff,smut)

take off your glasses (smut)

tokyo drift (smut)

curfew (smut)

gamer boy masterlist (smut,fluff)

give me something good (fluff)

car sessions (smut)

i’ve created my own enemy (fluff)

race me to happiness (fluff)

pretty girl (smut,fluff)

entrapment (smut)

protection (fluff)

jasmine (fluff,smut)

pay attention (fluff)

lick her right (smut)

sore loser (smut)

campus affair (fluff,smut)

love at first sight (fluff)

just ask (smut)

golden daddy (smut)

last call (smut,fluff)

welcome home daddy (smut,fluff)

eros (smut)

click click (smut)

my euphoria (fluff)

piss off your parents (fluff,smut)

needy (smut) (hybrid jk)

perfect princess (smut,fluff)

love is blind (fluff,smut)

the canvas (fluff,smut)

under the blanket (smut,fluff)

fall back in love (fluff,smut)

non-sense it’s l-o-v-e (fluff)

good girl (smut)

cherries (smut,fluff)

crybaby (smut,fluff)

good girl (fluff,smut) series

orange ginger chai (smut)

leave the door open series (smut,fluff)

boxer!gguk masterlist (fluff,smut)

“we are going anywhere til you put that dress back on (smut)

blue flame (smut)

breath-taking (smut,fluff)

paired and pierced (smut)

reward (smut)

on mute (fluff,smut)

abundance (smut)

primed for sin (smut)

pillow talk (smut)

all to you (smut)

run (smut,fluff)

wanted (smut)

breakfast can wait (smut,fluff)

soft and tender (fluff)

silver sugar (fluff)

second worst (fluff)

muse (fluff)

The Earth, Your Butt, And Other Big Flat Things?

pranking and pouting (fluff)

christmas & chill (smut)

brat wins (smut)

are you ready angel (smut)

next door (smut)

stay (fluff)

part 4

[allhobbitstoisengard]

Not me trying to reblog this on mobile 😭 OKAY FIRST OF ALLLLLL DANIIIII this is sooo good! Ugh the writing, the talent. You did so well with it 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm screaming it was so good

Rings - Boxer!Seokjin x Reader

Notes: HELLO! Oh my god, I know I said this was gonna be posted weeks ago, but I had so many things to fix and then so much to add in. But now it’s finally here! And I’m literally sO excited to share it with you guys! I hope you guys like it! Requested by anon, hope you like it dove! Humongous shout out to @jinpanman for helping me out with this, and reading my terrible first draft! I literally owe her my kidney right now lmaooo. Love ya, doll! Have fun reading you guys, and let me know what you think!! 「 ──────── 」 Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him. Genre: Fluff (?), Angst, Smut. Boxer!Au Word count: 17.7k (remember when I said Hearing Voices was the longest thing I’ll ever write?? Lmaooo) Warnings: Description of violence, mentions of blood. Smoking, Smut, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), Oral m receiving. Swearing. 〘◊❒◊❒◊❒◊❒〙 “It’s way too loud in here.” Yoongi groans as he sits down in the usual booth, tossing his leather jacket on the table with a frown. Seokjin goes to comment that he always says that. Anywhere that’s not the quiet, peaceful solitude of his apartment was too loud for him, and that he should suck it up, because it isn’t very often they get to hangout in a place that’s not the Boxing Gym. Namjoon slides in behind him with a smile, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples coming out of hiding. Seokjin barely pays them mind as he sits opposite them, his eyes scanning the length of the bar to find a distracted Hoseok not ordering drinks like he said he was going to do. He sighs quietly, but allows him his moment with the pretty blonde stranger he was chatting up. Seokjin notices the way he already has her wrapped around his finger, with the way she covers her smile with a hand, the other resting against his chest as he flirted with everything he had. He catches sight of the bartender Jimin, a chipper younger man, sending a smile that reaches his eyes before his lips move. His blonde hair looks pink in the low red lighting of the bar’s neon bulbs, and he sends him a wave, one that Seokjin returns tiredly with an equally tired smile. Yoongi and Namjoon are talking about something in quiet voices, the elder of the two stopping to look around when he notices Hoseok’s prolonged absence. He spots him in the same position that Seokjin had and rolls his eyes, never subtle in his actions or hiding how he feels. What he gives is what you get with Min Yoongi.

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[calixwrites]

tell me a picture

🎞 Pairing: Hoseok x Taehyung ft. Jungkook 🎞 Rating: explicit 🎞 Genre: PWP 🎞 Words: 1.3k 🎞 Warnings: voyeurism/exhibitionism, hand job, dirty talk 🎞 Summary: Jungkook wasn’t supposed to find the incriminating photostrip … or was he? 🎞 AN: Inspired by Photobooth (with permission). Thanks to @wwilloww and @bluewhale52.

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“Jesus shitballs on a cracker!”

Jungkook comes rushing out, red in the face, waving the incriminating slip of photos. 

Frame 1: Bare legs, erect cock and smooth balls visible at the top of the frame. Taehyung is licking the side of one knee while looking directly into the camera. The skin he’s licking is tan and dotted with gooseflesh.

Frame 2: A blur of bare ass in motion. A swish of fabric in motion. A whirl of activity as the participants move in limited space.

Frame 3: Taehyung alone. His shirt is off, revealing distinct collarbones and a bite-shaped bruise on his shoulder. He’s biting his lower lip; eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy, hands reaching out.

Frame 4: Taehyung looking into the camera again, parted lips wet and red, hand resting on something shaggy at the bottom of the frame. His expression is both frank and a little dazed.

“Hyung! What the fuck is this? Whose dick is this?” Jungkook points an accusing finger at the first frame, as if willing the photographic evidence to speak up and announce its identity. “Whose fucking dick, hyung?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Not mine.”

“Yours is the only one I can safely count out. Whose dick was in your face?”

“Hoseok’s. Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Why do you have photobooth pictures of it, you kinky cumstain?”

“I like being able to look at it, obviously. Maybe I get off on it.”

“But in public?”

“I should have come to you, actually. Asked you to set up video for us. A GCF special production, if you will.”

“Why would you think I’d want to be involved in that?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, Gguk.” There’s no judgement behind it, just a simple statement of fact. 

“I — no!”

“Why bother denying it? I’m not mad.” Taehyung’s voice goes deep and soft. “We talk about you sometimes. About how much it would turn me on if you were listening through the wall if we fucked here instead of at his place. About how hot you are.”

Jungkook freezes, the hand still holding the incriminating photos suspended in mid-air.

Taehyung continues. “Sometimes I think about what the two of you would look like together. The sounds he’d make if you fucked him. The face you’d make coming inside him.”

“What the fuck,” whispers Jungkook.

“Don’t tell me you hate it,” says Taehyung, looking pointedly at the unmistakable bulge in Jungkook’s sweatpants.

“Don’t call me out like that, bro.” Jungkook glares at him and turns on his heel, heading back to his room, photos still in his hand.

“Suit yourself,” calls Taehyung. “But the offer stands.”

🎞 🎞 🎞

The offer continues to stand. Taehyung makes that obviously clear. They start fucking at Tae’s place. Frequently. Enthusiastically. Loudly. Jungkook is pretty sure they rearrange the room so that the bed is directly against the shared wall. There’s a whole symphony of sounds that travel through the wall. Soft, low voices. Thumps. The bang of something hitting the wall directly. Sharp slaps. The distinct sound of flesh on flesh. Moaning. Unmistakable, ecstatic moaning. It’s just moaning all the fucking time now.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think they were putting on a show for him.

He invests in a better set of headphones. Sometimes he even wears them. 

🎞 🎞 🎞

“Baby, what did you say to him?” asks Hoseok as he slips his hand down the front of Tae’s loose trousers. 

“Not much. He found the pictures. I said we talked about him and thought he was hot.”

“And he didn’t seem interested?” He’s touching Taehyung lightly through his boxers, trailing teasing fingers up his thighs and over his soft cock.

“Physically yes, mentally no.”

“Aha,” muses Hoseok. “Shy?”

“I — fuck — can’t think with you doing that.”

“How about this, then. Better?” He wraps his hand around Tae’s hardening length and squeezes. A desperate groan slips past Taehyung’s lips.

“No. Not better. Words.”

“You’re thinking about him now, aren’t you?”

Taehyung nods mutely, too entranced to even think about denying it. 

“I know we talked about letting him fuck me, but I think you wouldn’t mind getting in on the action either. Isn’t that right?” Hoseok pauses to reach for the bottle of lube on the bedside table as Taehyung shucks off his trousers and underwear. He pours a bit in the well of his palm, carefully snaps the bottle shut, and sets it aside. 

“Baby, what are you up to?”

“Hmm,” hums Hoseok. “Why don’t you close your eyes and imagine it?”

Taehyung’s gaze darts to the door as Hoseok smooths his slick hand down the length of his dick, spreading the lube. 

“Maybe he’ll walk in on us, get to see your cock down my throat.”

Tae’s eyes flutter closed as he lets himself imagine the scenario — the soft sound of the door releasing from its catch, Jungkook’s gasp of surprise… the image of him standing in the doorway with those huge, dark eyes focused on nothing but the obscene sight in front of him.

“He’d see that look in your face. The one that’s far away and focused at the same time. And then he’d look at me and see how much I’m enjoying it — the way I love it when you use me like a toy.”

Hoseok’s hand picks up speed, sliding wetly. 

“That’s it, you’re picturing it now. He’d get so hard watching us, wouldn’t be able to help himself. Wouldn’t be able to look away.”

In Taehyung’s mind, Jungkook is leaning against the doorframe, palming himself, eyes wide and startled. He’s worrying his lower lip between his teeth to keep himself quiet, no sounds coming from him other than shaky, measured exhalations.

“He’d get scared, though — you know how he is — he’d want to join in but not know how to say it. So he’d go back to his room and think about it while he listened. Like he’s listening right now.”

Taehyung’s eyes fly open. “You think he’s listening now?”

“Mhmm. I know he is. He’s just on the other side of that wall, trying to talk himself out of jerking off.” He raises his voice, loud enough to carry clearly through the drywall. “Go ahead, Gguk!” Hoseok taps his ear with his dry hand and smirks as he mouths “listen.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops open in a perfect O as the faint sound of a zipper and the shuffling of fabric permeates through the silence. He’s so engrossed by the faint, almost inaudible groan from the next room that Hoseok's tongue along the underside of his dick takes him by surprise, pulling a needy stream of obscenities through his lips. 

“You like that, don’t you? Like knowing you’re both getting off at the same time.” Taehyung can’t tell if Hoseok is talking to him or to Jungkook. He doesn’t care. He can hear Jungkook panting through the wall, can match his abbreviated grunts to the mental image of him fucking his own fist.

Hoseok continues, loud enough for both of them. “You’re thinking about what he looks like right now — sweat beading on his forehead, eyes half closed — dick hard as steel. God, what I wouldn’t do for a taste right now — to feel it pulse on my tongue just before you cum — ”

Jungkook’s noises through the wall reach a frantic pace. 

“That’s right, baby, go ahead. Right on my face.”

The moans on the other side of the wall get louder and then stop as Tae’s cum splatters across Hoseok’s lips and chin, then stop entirely, replaced by silence. 

“Should I go check on him?” asks Hoseok quietly.

“Unh. Uh-huh. In a minute.”

“I don’t wanna make it weird.”

“It’s weird already.”

“Okay, then let’s see just how weird we can make it.”

[yoondoze]

make a wish | jjk - 2

jeongguk didn’t know it, but his wish came true. as the best things in life do, it comes back around.

alternatively: a compilation of scenes in the after of “make a wish” and how they pile up and weigh you down until it’s too much to handle.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: angst, fluff, romance, best friend!au, mutual pining... shh

warnings: language. besides that, this is pretty tame! only slightly edited bc its 2 in the morning and i just want to get this up lol

a/n: didn’t mean for this to be so long but i got a little carried away. this wraps up make a wish, so i hope you guys like it! also, feedback is always appreciated in any way shape or form <3 muah!

It’s just as you’re leaving when Jeongguk’s phone rings. His eyes widen in disquiet as he stares at the number displayed at the top of his phone. In preparation, he shakes out his limbs dramatically and takes a deep, exaggerated breath. Considering it’s for your entertainment, you roll your eyes and wave him on.

He picks up.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end is muffled as you try your best to listen in. Your heart pounds in anticipation, gripping onto the straps of your purse with white knuckles.

“Yeah. Okay. Okay, great.”

He paces around the room aimlessly. His fingers fiddle with a loose thread on his sweatpants as he listens closely. You’re sure he’s already sweating, more nervous than you could imagine despite the playful act he put on before answering.

“Yeah. That’s fine! Okay, thank you so much. Alright, bye.”

He’s facing away from you as he clicks the end call button. Just as you’re about to ask, he spins on his heel, lips pursed as he holds back a grin.

“Guess who got the job?”

A toothy grin spreads across his face as he singsongs. Jeongguk’s expression of pure excitement is a privilege to see. It’s impossible to deny how it lights up your own.

“Oh my god, you got the job?”

“I got the job!”

His bangs bounce as he jumps with both fists raised in glory. You squeal, going in for a tight hug and swaying back and forth as you congratulate him.

“I’m proud of you, Gguk,” you say into his shoulder. “Really, I am.”

And when you say it, you mean it. After so many months of struggling at his old company, he took the leap and applied for a position at a more well-known film studio. The late night introduction practices with you, which included him reciting prepared resume-esque lines and weeks of tiring interviews had paid off like you knew he deserved it to.

“Okay. I should get home,” you try, voice strained as his arms crush your diaphragm like walls in a deadly escape room. Upon hearing your winded sentence, he loosens his grip.

You don’t even think about what it might mean before you place a departing kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek, fueled by the elation running through you at the upward turn of events. It’s an accident, it just happens naturally as if it was something you’ve done a thousand times. It only hits you that you shouldn’t have after it’s already done.

Sure, you make out and kiss all the time, but the difference is that’s only when you’re taking advantage of the benefits you worked out. That kissing is all attraction, nothing chaste or romantic like this. So when you pull away from the hug, you expect to see his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and giving you a look of disgust.  

“Uh-” you sputter, ever a wordsmith, trying to think of some rational explanation to excuse why you might have kissed him like that. The previous bouts of joy sparking in your heart fly out the window.

However, his eyes only show a mild, innocent surprise. At his silence, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to address it, and you assume he’ll assume it was just congratulatory. You can work with that.

“Bye. I’ll text you when I get home,” you blurt as untroubled as it can come, spinning on your heel and hurrying out the door. After closing it behind you, you slump back against it for a breath.

God, what were you thinking? Were you fucking stupid? Your fingers find your forehead finds as you try to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. You’re prone to over analyzing, anyway. Jeongguk’s too occupied to think about it like that. He just got his new job, he has a thousand new things to worry about. He won’t read into it. If he does, he’ll think of it as a heat of the moment sort of thing.

Right?

Inside, Jeongguk pauses, staring at where you were standing just a second ago and scratches the back of his neck. The corners of his mouth turn up slowly. 

He finds himself checking his phone every five minutes for a text from you, which never comes.

☆☆☆

At the end of the day, it was your fault. 

It was your thoughtless action that made Jeongguk think that incorporating romantic gestures like that into your relationship could still be platonic. You rocked the boat with that one, but it wasn’t enough to completely capsize your vessel, and for that you were grateful. 

Still, your heart now tore itself into smaller and smaller pieces every time he kissed you goodbye or grabbed your hand to swing it back and forth or wrapped his arm around you after cleaning up. 

“By the way,” he says, tossing you one of his shirts from his place in front of his dresser. He pulls on a clean pair of boxers as you cover up. “There’s this work dinner I have to go to next week for networking and stuff, and it’s a buffet-type thing so they charge you for a spot. But, I found out that there is a couple’s discount and was wondering if maybe… you’d want to come with me?”

The hopeful sparkle in his eyes is one you just can’t ignore. Doing so would feel like a one-way ticket to hell, the only valid consequence for such a rotten crime.

“Yeah, sure.”

His smile at your compliance takes away all the apprehension you might have had, at least for a second. He wears it like a medal.

“Okay, good. I have to talk to a lot of people so I’d just feel better if you were there.”

Your brows draw together as you watch him get dressed. “But Gguk, you’re good at talking to people,” you say, going as far as to admit teasingly, “You’re fairly charming.”

He laughs, hopping into his slacks. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t freak out inside. It’s scary!” The dark brown mop of hair atop his head jostles into his eyes as he adds, “There’s gonna be a lot of well-known people there so it’s my chance to make some connections.”

Despite that, you’re sure he’ll be just fine. By nature, Jeongguk is inviting and easy to talk to. That is one of the reasons why you became such fast friends, and probably why you lasted so long. Along with his agreeable presence, his captivating looks probably wouldn’t hurt in striking up a deal either, though you’d never say that to his face.

“What’s the dress code?”

“Semi-formal I think?” He says, looking out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t know what that constitutes in terms of dresses but…”

A certain memory tugs at the back of his head. He considers just leaving it there, maybe slightly sentimental for his usual image, but what’s the harm in bringing it up?

“Do you remember the dress you wore for my brother’s graduation dinner? The blue one?”

You, on the other hand, are just surprised he remembers something like that. It must have been years ago by now. Still, it’s a good memory. It was a breezy evening by the shore to celebrate his brother’s graduation from college. The dinner was nice, but the best part was when you and Jeongguk ended up sneaking off to go sit on the beach later on in the night.  

Jeongguk is intertwined into nearly every lasting memory you make. It’s hard to imagine a world where he isn’t a part of each story you retell or each thought that crosses your mind.

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s probably buried in my closet somewhere.” 

He’s relieved you don’t question him.

You might have to do some digging when you get home to find it, but you definitely still have it. It’s not like you have the money to be purchasing new semi-formal dresses for every occasion.

“That would be good. Or something like it, I don’t know.” He finishes buttoning up his shirt and tugs on the cuffs to straighten them out. His reflection in the mirror sends you a beaming smile, at this point accepting how his heart rate seems to spike every time he sees you in one of his shirts nowadays. He’s gotten very good at lending them to you casually.

He continues after a glance at the clock tells him he’s been letting his time with you slip on for more time than he can afford even though he wishes he could stay. “Anyway, I have to get going so make sure you lock the door behind you when you leave.” And then he’s padding out the door, car keys jingling in his hand as he picks them up from the dish on the kitchen counter.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He pokes his head around the hallway entrance to see you. “There’s coffee out here for you when you want it.”

He dashes off before you have the chance to react or even say thank you, a sheepish grin tugging at his features as he walks to his car. When you go out to see, it’s already made with cream and sugar, just the way you like.

☆☆☆

“You look really pretty tonight, Y/N,” Jeongguk says, voice soft as ever, eyeing your dress as you step out of the car. “Seriously, I mean it.” The heels you wear click evenly like a metronome’s beat on the pavement as you walk around to join him at his side.

You ignore the heat in your cheeks, rather offering an endearing grin as you grip the clutch in your hand. “You too, Gguk. You’ll do great tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if you made everyone here fall for you while you’re at it.”

His initial thought is to ask if that includes you, but his better judgment tells him it’s too bold. Instead, he just laughs and hands his car keys to the valet.

The dinner is a week later at a stunning three-floor, dimly lit fine dining restaurant decorated with dark hardwood and intricate chandeliers that make the soreness in your neck seem worth it while observing them.

Jeongguk cleans up nice, and even though you’ve already known this for a long time, you consider it a treat since this attire rarely, if ever, sees the light of day. 

He props out his elbow and nudges for you to take it, which you so graciously do. Together you walk to the glass doors, through which you can see the party has just started. You can already hear the muffled music and chatter in the background.

“By the way,” he says, leaning down to your ear, like what he’s about to tell you is no big deal. “I… might have told my coworkers that we’re engaged-”

“Engaged!?” you whisper, eyes wide and staring at him incredulously. 

So maybe he should have told you earlier. In his defense, he needed the extra time to produce an irrefutable excuse. In the end, it was only sort of reasonable, but he was hoping you would just roll with it. Isn’t that what the two of you always did?

“I know, I know! But listen. It just makes more sense in terms of you being my plus one and it also makes me seem like I have my shit together. And it’s always good for me to seem like I have my shit together, right?”

You sigh, narrowing your line of sight at him. “Okay. What do I do if someone asks why I’m not wearing my ring then?”

He mutters, “Oh, yeah.” Then he’s fishing through his side pocket and out comes a shiny silver ring with a small diamond placed into the center, held so flippant between his fingertips. “It’s my grandma’s. Borrowed it from home for this weekend.”

His heart pounds. Was that smooth enough? He has a lot of talents, but he isn’t sure if this was one of them just yet. Jeongguk tenses as he waits for your reaction. Best case scenario, his carefree attitude about it will rub off onto you.

“I figured it’d fit you,” he adds.

When it slides on perfectly, you know there’s no going back. Yet somehow, it is completely in character of him. You should have expected something like this because Jeongguk always has and always will be a man of spontaneity.

You’ll have to ask him how he knows your ring size sometime.

Inside, he introduces you to his coworkers. There are too many to remember but you catch a few here and there that you recall him talking about before, like Namjoon, the diligent Production Assistant and Taehyung, another member of the crew who he often eats lunch with. It’s an initial blur of faces and few-worded exchanges before you can take a breather off to the side.

“Not bad?” he asks, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. The way it makes your heart flutter is addictive. He has you in his palm and he doesn’t even know it. Unfortunately, you don’t know if it’s something you can give up yet, not without it being messy.

There’s a short line behind a board that displays the seating arrangement, and though it’s moving quickly, it allows you a moment of space from the other guests.

A tired smile pulls at your lips. “Not bad.” You squeeze his hand in yours.

The people in front of you move from the board into the dining hall so both of you can inch up. Jeongguk’s eyes trace the small handwriting, eventually spotting the two of you in the far corner of the room.

Dinner goes well, and Jeongguk does the most of the talking. It’s nice to see him so bright as he laughs with his coworkers. It’s that part of him that he’s had since he was a kid, the part that made him fit in so naturally and charm every person around him. Seeing it out in the open and no longer repressed from emotional baggage is heartwarming. Compared to a few months ago, you might not recognize him at all.

After a while, Jeongguk wipes his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair out from the table. “Alright, I’m gonna head to the bar lounge for a little while and see who I can talk to. Are you gonna be fine on your own?”

He’s nervous, you can tell. By the way his eyes dart around the room, the way he’s biting the inside of his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, go ahead,” you nod, taking a sip of water. “I’ll just stick around here.”

He gives himself a once over and wipes his palms on his slacks.

You tap his shoulder, bringing him down so you can whisper to him a small, “You’ll do great.”

He pulls back with a shy, one-sided smile. “Thank you. I hope so. Text me if you need anything.” Effortlessly, he plants a chaste kiss to your cheekbone that has your face ablaze and excuses himself from the table. The feeling of his lips on your skin sticks well after he’s gone.

Ryujin, the script supervisor, puts down her drink with a roll of her eyes. “Finally, all the boys are gone. I’ve been trying to talk to you the entire time but he’s always butting in!”

It pulls a laugh from you. “No, no, he’s just trying to help,” you explain, “I’m new to everyone here so he just doesn’t want me to feel awkward.”

“Yada yada,” says a bubbly Chaeryoung, a PA, waving it off with her hand. “I expected him to be protective with how much he talks about you, but wow. It’s cute though. Sometimes I wish I had someone like that.”

“Yeah, I’m really lucky,” you nod, reminded that you’re just pretending. You’re lucky, but not that lucky. “But… wait, what kind of stuff does he say about me?”

Ryujin chortles at your worry. “Oh, only good things. Just stuff you do together, jokes, those kinds of things. You’re involved in a lot of stories in some way or another.”

“Like, “This one time in high school, Y/N and I got in a fight...” or “Last week, we went to this new brunch spot and Y/N got this sandwich…’” Chaeryoung clarifies, but it only makes you want to pry further.

As she says it, both of the memories come floating back clear as day. You can’t remember what exactly you argued over, but it had been when you were paired as partners in a history class. The sandwich, you recall, was heaven on earth. The images are picture-perfect despite how they’d been buried.

The fact that Chaeryoung remembered things you didn’t is mildly startling, but you’re more surprised that Jeongguk shared so much. Not that it’s an issue, you just didn’t think you’d find yourself being perceived by so many people you had no prior knowledge of. The idea of him spilling your high school gossip fits like a puzzle to his persona, but the thought never occurred to you that he might think about you when you’re not there.

But you won’t let yourself become too optimistic.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “I think it’s different since we grew up together as family friends. He’s in a lot of my stories, too.”

“Ugh, that’s cute,” Ryujin sighs. If only. “So when did you start liking each other? Or start dating?”

You take a deep breath as if you’re looking back on the day when in reality you’re just trying to come up with the most believable love story you can manage. It’s also your most ideal. Maybe if your current situation went the way you wanted.

“I think we liked each other at different times over the years. Y’know, I liked him when we were kids, he liked me when we were teenagers, kind of on and off like that. But sometime after college, I think the cycle lined up once and for all and…“

Do you think you could manifest it by speaking it into existence?

“...here we are.”

That thought was stupid. You make yourself forget about it. Stop with the hope, remember?

When you finish your spiel, you think you’ve finally made it in the clear. Until another question comes.

“So what was your first date like? Was it weird?”

You know they’re just trying to make conversation, but god, you’re not ready for this. You’re preoccupied with other problems. If only they knew how your brain was short-circuiting in an effort to think up an explanation that will make you sound versed and most importantly, convincing. You go with what you wish had happened. 

“Um, a little bit, but since we had been close friends for such a long time, I think we had that mutual understanding of how things were so we could laugh about it. We just…” you say, shaking your head along, lips pursing as your train of thought rolls through the detailed daydream you know so well. “...went out to dinner one night... and it was sort of a process to transition to something more romantic, I guess, but it just kind of happened.”

But it feels nice to be Jeongguk’s girl. Even if you’re just playing a part. If you sink yourself into the atmosphere, tune into the clinking of the glasses, and the relaxing jazz in the background, you can pretend you’re really engaged and sharing your love story to whoever will listen.

Would it hurt too much to hold out on it one day become reality?

“I’m always so happy when the company hosts these events,” Chaeryoung comments, leaning back in her chair to take in the room. “It’s the only time I can come to a place like this since you know I can’t afford it with my own money.” A small talk sort of laugh bubbles up from her as she says it. There is an inkling of confusion that strikes you at her words, but you think you’ll just brush it off for the sake of being casual.

Ryujin looks to you as she adds, “And they even let you bring a plus one for free! You know, I was thinking of bringing my boyfriend, but I just felt like it might have been too soon…”

Your brows furrow as you recall the conversation with Jeongguk. Didn’t he say that it was a pay per guest scenario?

“So the company pays for these dinners?” you ask out of pure curiosity and with no hint of suspicion weaved in your tone.

“Yeah!” says Chaeryoung. “It’s all from the company’s budget since this is technically a networking event. Usually, people swap ideas or come up with deals that turn into projects a couple of weeks down the line.”

You nod along as she explains eagerly, but all you can hear is that there never was a price to pay to begin with, and more importantly meaning that there never was a discount. Not one that Jeongguk needed you around for. 

But why would he lie? 

Maybe Jeongguk was embarrassed asking for your company or didn’t want his ego bruised by telling you it was free and he wouldn’t have to pay for you. It’s the benefit of the doubt for your best friend (and love of your life, but that’s a separate issue) that makes it your first thought. In reality, thinking about the boy you know, it doesn’t make sense. At this point, he shouldn’t have to feel like that when it comes to you. 

Whatever the case may be, you hope that he knows he’d never need an excuse to invite you somewhere. It’s not like you’d ever refuse. You’d never refuse him, not in any life.

☆☆☆

It’s the middle of the night when another bad dream jolts you awake with a pounding heartbeat. Your eyes flutter open, brimmed with tears, to reveal that the moon is still high in the sky above the towering buildings, and a shift to the side facing the nightstand lets you know you have another three hours before you have to start your day and leave Jeongguk’s apartment.

The last few weeks, the dreams have been growing more and more common. Not enough for you to dread going to sleep just yet, but definitely something you’re quickly getting sick of. At this point, you’re tired of going to sleep just to wake up freaked out in a cold sweat. You chalk it up to the stress piling on you, not only that of regular adult life but that of your messy relationship with your best friend.

How ironic that must be, considering the whole reason it started was to relieve stress when now it’s your main source.

You empty your lungs with a shaky sigh and slide to the edge of the bed, intending to fetch a glass of water to calm yourself down. Before you can reach your feet, Jeongguk’s arm catches you at your waist, and then you’re being reeled back under the covers.

“Easy,” he mumbles, his voice grainy and low from sleep, “You’re fine. Talk to me.”

You swallow thickly, the scenes from your subconscious flashing back to you. “Um, that’s alright. Not a big deal.”

You wish he’ll just leave it at that and fall back asleep like he usually does. When his breathing steadies, you think you’re in the clear, but you are horribly mistaken when he yawns and adds, “You’ve been having a lot of nightmares recently.”

Is it another prompt for you to talk? You’re not sure what to say. 

In fact, you’re never sure what to say anymore. Never sure what’s too much, what’s too little, what the difference is between what you say and what you mean. The line blurred months ago and now you’re wandering blind.

You’d enjoy moments like this if it wasn’t for the stark fact that the person you’re with doesn’t love you like you love him. 

 “Yeah…” you agree. Right now, your chest is heavy and not strong enough to support a conversation. You hope that he’s not too drowsy to take the hint.

A small sound from him makes it seem like another sleepy sentence is in the works, but fortunately, the tension in your chest begins to fade when nothing comes out. His hair shuffles against the pillow and he presses a featherlight kiss to the back of your neck, lips lingering there for a second too long before he sinks back into his position.

When you’re sure he’s slipped under the veil of slumber again, you carefully slide out of his grasp and squeeze into your own space at the edge of the bed. You don’t know how much longer you can last like this.

☆☆☆

“She texted me.”

The sentence makes you stop chewing. Your movements stop aside from an absent blinking, gears spinning overtime to process it.

“She uh, she wants to meet up,” he tacks on. “I think I should go.”

“Why would you do that?”

Jeongguk slowly twists the pasta around his fork, taking a blatant newfound interest in his dinner. He takes a deep breath, but when he opens his mouth, the words catch in his throat.

“I don’t know. I think we need to talk about what happened.”

You scoff, and he takes an immediate offense to it. His eyebrows knit together as a wounded expression takes form on his features.

“What happened? Gguk, she dumped you because you were going through a hard time and she didn’t want to ‘deal’ with it.”

It’s not just you playing the protective best friend role and trying to talk sense into him. It’s not jealousy, either. And sure, maybe you never liked her to begin with, but for good reason. She ended up doing exactly what you thought she would - shattering his heart into a million pieces and leaving it for someone else to pick up the pieces. And considering that’s been you on a multitude of occasions, you think your point of view is valid.

“Listen, I don’t blame her… That can be really hard on someone.”

“So it’s okay for them to just pop in out of the blue, say they can’t handle your emotional issues and bounce? Someone who they claimed to love for over a year and a half? Someone who they were thinking about marrying?”

Jeongguk purses his lips as you speak, a hefty exhale coming through his nose in frustration.

“I just miss her sometimes!”

And you really wish Jeongguk would love you back, but we can’t all get our way, can we?

Not to throw yourself a pity party, though. It’s not like he owes you anything for what you do because you brought it on yourself. He doesn’t control your feelings, even when you want to blame the nerve he has for smiling because it makes you get all jittery. 

“She doesn’t even give a shit about me anymore! She’s out with other guys, doing all this shit, posting it everywhere. I… I loved her so bad and she acts like she has no clue.”

You give him pep talks when he’s about to go out with someone else. You comfort him when he’s distraught over someone else. You love him when he loves someone else. 

And then-

“You don’t know what that’s like.”

You freeze. Your heart leaps to your throat, closing the gate on your lungs until you forcibly open them again as subtle as possible. A stinging feeling you know all too well burns in your eyes as you try to hold back. Jeongguk doesn’t notice in the slightest as his gaze is still fixated on his food.

Your initial reaction is anger. All you want to do is yell, tell him wrong, tell him that you know it all too well because you love him and he’s pathetically oblivious whether by his nature or by choice. Everything you want to say, shouts and confessions, float across your mind and bounce around the walls as each one brings you further to opening your mouth and letting them spill. Then you just want to cry.

But you won’t do any of that. Your situation won’t allow it, not if you want to risk losing him. It’s not a risk you’re willing to take, even if it means suffering in it by yourself and letting the irony of his words go unrealized.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh, the fork gripped by your white knuckles tapping mindlessly against the side of the bowl as you swallow the feeling back down. Your hand comes up to scratch at the corner of your eye, wiping away the wetness beginning to pool composedly so he won’t notice.

“I don’t.”

☆☆☆

It’s on a Tuesday evening a couple of weeks in the future when you next see him. 

Maybe more than a couple. Maybe a few. Maybe too many. Just enough for his tone to turn to something more confrontational than just casual when he sends you a text saying that he wants to see you again. Particularly when he specified that no, he needed to see you again.

He suggests the park by the river. You’ve been there a few times with him for lunches and to hang out, but the energy is different this time around. Both of you know why you’re here, even though you never thought you’d have to be. 

For a while, you didn’t want to make things weird, so you’d come over when he’d ask and leave as soon as you could in an attempt to curb the damage on your heart. It wasn’t until three weeks ago that you actively started flaking on him. You’d let his calls ring until he hung up or left a message and say you were busy when there was absolutely nothing going on. 

He stopped by your apartment at one point, too. You were freaking out after he texted you he’d be visiting, pacing around and wondering what to do, what to respond, if to respond at all. The knock at your door came sooner than you expected. Before you were about to pull it open and face what you’d been so casual about denying for so long, it occurred to you: You could simply not open the door.

So you waited. He knocked a few more times, sighing so loud you could hear through the door. He called out your name softly, as if he knew you were right on the other side. He stayed for a few more minutes. Then came the sound of his footsteps padding away. You were safe for another day, but the awful feeling stuck in your chest for days.

It stuck in his, too. He knew he should have never gone that far, never said anything that night, but he also wondered if he could have done it any other way. Standing at your door and having to face the fact that you were undeniably steering clear of him, because of him, was a nightmare. It was stupid of him, but you’d see past it - wouldn’t you?

And now you’re seeing him live and in person for the first time in god knows how long. It’s a foreign feeling you’ve never felt with Jeongguk before, and you hate it. It’s been long enough for the sense of familiarity to fade, or at least be buried by time. 

Is this how a comet feels when it passes earth again after so many years apart? Does it feel new every time seeing how things have changed, or are they old friends who pick up where they left off?

“ So… what’s been going on with you?” Jeongguk asks nonchalantly, leaning back on his elbows and shaking the hair out of his eyes. “It’s been a while.”

“Uhh, I don’t know,” you shrug, vision focused on the calm waters in front of you. You tug at the grass under your fingertips, loosely hugging your knees to your chest as you sit beside him. “Not much I guess. Just work as usual, you know.”

“Yeah, but how are you?” he presses, trying to find your eyes as you avoid his.

He knew something was wrong from the evident distance and your attitude, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad. He didn’t think he’d fucked up this bad.

Your laugh is awkward and forced. “I’ve been fine. Been good.”

Thinking about the past few weeks, it’s not hard to remember but incredibly hard to grasp. It’s the same moments over and over, sourced from a lonely routine. Day by day spending time with yourself, missing Jeongguk, thinking about texting him but never doing it. Wash, rinse, repeat.

His face turns from you and you miss it the second you can’t see it. The feeling is off and both of you know it. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, biting at it as he thinks of what to say. If the wrong thing comes out, he’s worried he’ll chase you even further away. It took so much to even get you here.

“Listen, can I be honest with you?” he says.

Honesty is the best policy, isn’t it? He’s tired of beating around the bush. The two of you know so much more than bland small talk.

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath. “I always thought that nothing could ever be uncomfortable with you and me. Like we could be straightforward and blunt without it being weird. But things right now are really weird and I don’t know what happened. You’re avoiding me and you don’t want to see me. It’s not like it used to be.”

Your nails scrape beneath each other, entangled in your lap. Clearly things aren’t the same, but you don’t have the energy to be snarky. There are so many things to address and you’re ignorant on where to start.

“I know there wasn’t a discount for the work dinner.”

He nods, looking out over the river. “Yeah, figured.”

“So why’d you lie?”

It’s his turn to shrug. “I just wanted you there and I didn’t know how to ask you. I… was starting to feel the shift and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Saying that just gave me an excuse to take any of the weight off.”

He adds quietly, “Your turn.”

“Gguk,” you start, shaking your head as you try to find the right words. You think of the kiss, the dinner, the ring, the argument.

“We act like a couple. We do things couples do. We pretend we’re a couple. But... we aren’t a couple.”

He’s silent. He knows where you’re going. He knew it before you even got here because if you didn’t bring it up first, he would have.

“I think you already know what’s going on, but if you need it spelled out for you, I kinda caught feelings for you. And then you give me your grandmother’s wedding ring and tell me you love me and it hurts so fucking bad because I know you don’t mean it like that. Not the way I wish you did.”

The words dissipate into the fresh evening air, soon filled by delicate chirps and birdsongs. Distant laughter floats around the park, with muffled ferry horns layered behind it all.

“How do you know?”

Your hand pauses, chlorophyll green blades pulled taut between your fingers. No fucking way.

“What?”

He scratches the back of his neck before locking his eyes with yours. “How do you know... that I don’t mean it like that?”

He’s not playing with you, is he? No, he wouldn’t. You respond slightly confused, hesitant to lean into his words just yet.

“Are you saying that you do?”

He laughs and it makes your chest feel like it might burst open. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve been saying it. I mean, I thought I was being obvious.”

You suppress the excitement bubbling in your stomach for a second longer to throw him a questionable expression with an extended palm for emphasis. “You told me you wanted to go see your ex-girlfriend and were talking about how you loved her.”

He exhales through his teeth as he squints at you. “Yeah, that went a little far...”

“Only a little?”

“I’m apologizing, so let me, please?” He says, eyes wide with a small smile tweaking up at his lips. “It was stupid. I wanted to see what you would say or if you would get jealous. ‘Cause I thought you might have felt the same and at the time that was the only thing I could think of doing.”

Your expression falls.

“Wait, so did you actually meet up with her?”

“No, no!” He exclaims, rushing to refute such a bizarre idea. “Yes, she texted me, but I said no. Everything you said was right, so… it wasn’t worth it.”

He thinks he’s done, until he sees your stare still lingering on him. What’d he miss? He flops over on his stomach, elbows in the grass as his chin rests on his palms to look at you.

“You also said I didn’t know what it was like to love someone who didn’t love me back.”

A cheeky grin grows on him. “Okay... but technically you don’t because I loved you back the whole time.” One of his arms lowers to the ground, his fingers finding your own. He weaves them together with an affectionate squeeze. “You just didn’t know.”

The way your heart flutters is different this time. Gone are the tiring nerves and teary eyes and the weight of stress on your shoulders. It’s a comfortable sort of excitement, one that you’re in love with almost as much as you are with the boy himself.

“Since when?” you ask shyly, feeling the tingle in your cheeks. 

It’s a relief to have Jeongguk back. A life without him wouldn’t be one you could ever get used to. 

He was there at the start, he’s here now, and he will be here for as long as he possibly can. When it comes to you, there’s no doubt. He’s yours every time.      

His deep brown eyes sparkle under the setting sun, golden and glowing, as he makes a point to find your own. Tone dulcet and tender, he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Since always.”

[streetkook]

RUT|| kth x jjk

↳ summary : taehyung, the tiger hybrid has always had a crush on jungkook, the bunny hybrid. All it takes is a desperate time packed with VERY desperate measures for them to join hands.

↳ pairing: tiger hybrid!kth x bunny hybrid!jjk

↳genre: hybrid!au, uhh i guess humor, pretty much no angst and thats about it.

bad smut ahead!

word count: 482

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|3| i wanna ruin our friendship

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"tae tae hyung!" jungkook exclaimed happily as he ran towards taehyung who was putting in his combination.

he makes a mental note of the numbers 03 25 03 (my irl locker combo).

they were at their lockers, just leaving fifth period which was the only period jungkook and taehyung didn't have together.

it was dreadful for both to say the least.

he smells like jimin.

ew.

"sup gguk." taehyung says, jungkook's (jimin’s) scent is stronger than ever, and it's becoming really hard to restrain himself from scenting him again.

he ran out of heat suppressants, they weren't working anyway, instead of dimming his heat it seemed as if they were making it stronger.

he's going to crack, sooner or later the walls he's trying to close'll open.

very very soon.

little did he know that soon meant today.

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"mmm.." taehyung groans, hes hot. Very hot.

but how could that be? the fan is on, he knows the a/c is on because jungkook never touches it and taehyung vaguely remembers turning it on before bed.

so then how is he hot?

taehyung walks to the bathroom, and as soon as he does he's met with his sweat drenched face.

and thats when realization hits him, his heat.

its his heat.

fuck.

is that why he has a boner?

as taehyung has an inner conflict with himself, he fails to notice jungkook emerging from his room.

"mm.. taehyung? what's going on?" jungkook asks as he covers his face from the beaming bathroom light.

"jungkook?" taehyung asks as he turns around, jungkook raises a brow in question.

"taehyung are you okay? you're drenched in sweat." jungkook states and his eyes widen as he walks closer.

"no! i mean yes! im f-fine no need to get so clo-close.." taehyung stutters, man this scent thing is really getting annoying.

"what? why cant i get close? taehyung you're really acting weird" jungkook says as he sniffs the air.

then his eyes widen. "oh." he simply states.

"oh? what do you mean oh?" taehyung inquiries, why is he being so calm? why hasn't he ran away yet?

"you're in heat aren't you?" jungkook asks again with the calm demeanor.

"y-yeah." taehyung says.

"okay.. well.. i guess you could use me." he says

what? use him?

like have sex with him?

"what?"

"you can use me.. you know.. fuck me."

"oh god jungkook"

taehyung smashes his lips on jungkook's as he walks them back towards his room.

"you dont know how long ive been waiting for you to say that"

he says as he drops jungkook on his stomach instantly sliding down his boxers, "pull down your panties baby" he orders.

jungkook of course complies like the good submissive he is.

and with that, taehyung stuffs his cock inside of jungkook.

-

this is defo unsatisfactory smut but who said i was a smut writer?

i warned u

[cinnaminyoons]

( JJK. )

ミ☆ jeongguk likes nothing more than cuddles in the morning.

⤷ WORD COUNT 450 

"gguk, please," you sigh, half-assing a shove, "i need to go to work."

"no." jeongguk's arms and legs tighten around you and he buries his face into the side of your neck. he's sat in your lap, trapping you, the sheets tangled around you both.

he's warm, a stark contrast from the six a.m. frost gathering on the window. you try another weak push but he sticks to you like glue—if you really try, jeongguk is aware he won’t win, but you're not. he's prevailing and he knows it, smirking like the little brat he is.

your hands go to rest on his hips, sliding under his loose grey shirt and caressing the soft skin there. "you're such a baby," you tell him affectionately, resting your head on his shoulder, "a tiny baby."

jeongguk whines, a little petulantly. "hyung," he says, "i'm not tiny."

"oh, so you agree that you're a baby?" one of your hands travels downwards to rest on his thigh. his boxers have ridden up, giving you easy access to his bare skin.

"you're putting words in my mouth. stop doing that."

"and yet you're still not disagreeing with me."

he's quiet and you grin victoriously. "you. baby," you emphasise, with an upwards twitch of your lips.

after a long, long pause, jeongguk sighs in defeat. "fine. i'm baby."

"my baby," you hum, and he presses closer to you with an adoring laugh, his competitive character all but gone in the sleepy hours of the dawn. you know you're being cheesy and sickly sweet—your friends would gag.

"come back to sleep with me, hyung," jeongguk whispers. "please? i'm getting cold." he shivers for added effect.

you place the back of your hand against your forehead dramatically and jest, "but i must adhere to the rules made by corporate companies of a capitalist nature or else face severe social outcast."

jeongguk shifts in your lap, getting more comfortable. "no big words, it's too early for that. besides, what am i supposed to do while you're gone?"

"well, what do you usually do when i'm gone?"

"wait for you to come back."

you glance at him. and ultimately, you relent. "alright. i'll call in sick or something later."

"finally." immediately, jeongguk drags you down to the bed and throws the sheets over the two of you, wriggling to try and find a spot that hasn't cooled. he doesn't find one and scoots closer to you, letting out a content sigh. only his mop of fluffy hair is visible while the rest of him is hidden beneath the blankets.

god, you think as his breathing evens out, i'd do anything for him.

[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

Don’t swallow

Genre: Smut with Taehyung x Female Reader (Y/N) plus surprise member

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex (male receiving), Dom vibes, Reader is Sub, restraints, slapping, spitting, degradation, a need for a safe word, cum eating, voyeurism, threesome, Sir kink, anal sex, surprise member.

Summary: Admitting your inner thoughts with your partner wasn’t a sensible idea.

Reference: This video from 5th Muster. It killed me. There’s also 1 other but that’ll spoil the surprise.

Song most listened to throughout: Get ur freak on by Missy Elliot

Word count: 3186 words

A/N: Ok, so this is 100% Continue Reading. I cannot stress how N A S T Y this is. Approach with caution and check the warnings above before you read. 

“Ah sh-h… Fuck... Ah.”

Your partner hisses and sucks air through his teeth while standing in the middle of his hotel room, his cock being gloriously sucked. The sounds of slurps, hissing and curses fill the room while you’re thinking about how you got to this exact moment.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have admitted that this would turn you on.  That you had a thing for being dominated but more importantly, watching someone else be dominated at the same time. Perhaps you shouldn’t have been honest with who you had a little crush on.

You’re on the floor. Kneeling obediently while your Off White belt rubs red marks into the soft skin, wrists currently tied behind your back. Your clothes removed leaving nothing to the imagination. Sitting pretty in neon pink underwear, moistening by the second at the sight in front of you. Eagerly awaiting instructions, and more importantly... your turn.

The three empty bottles of merlot abandoned on the desk, the third being brought in by your guest after he invited himself. A tipsy confession or two later resulted in the sight before you, Tae eagerly sucking off your partner while you wait.

“Shit.” 

Your partner’s cursing into the air, his head thrown back from pleasure. The veins on his neck exposed as he desperately tries to control himself, edging ever closer to his high. Still fully clothed and the heat is getting to him, making his black hair strand with sweat before his eyes. He’s desperately running his hands through his locks so he can watch you enjoying this. Your eyes are fixed on his. Smouldering half-lidded glares dominate your being, making you groan from desperation, your thighs rubbing together in the hopes of some friction.

Tae sees this in the corner of his eye. His eyes also black from lust as he sees you desperately needing relief. He reaches to you, one hand on your partner's clothed ass while he’s searching between your legs to provide the touch you’re aching for. Tae’s finger grazes your briefs, a dark patch where the fabric sticks to your folds. He offers the lightest touch but it's sending sexual electric through your veins, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation. Then it suddenly stops.

A slap rings through the air. Tae’s face turned to you thanks to the force in which it was delivered. His cheek reddening by the second while drool smears his swollen lips. 

“Did I say you could fucking touch her?”

“No Sir.”

“Then why did you?”

“Sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again.”

“You didn’t answer me.” your partner’s squeezing Tae’s cheeks as he abruptly turns his face to his.

“She needed to be touched, Sir.”

“I will tell you when you can do that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you,” he grabs your cheeks angling your face to meet his, your mouth in a pout as he crouches to meet your gaze, “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Sure? You remember the word right?” He offers this question to both you and Tae, softening a little as he realises he may have just taken this a little too far.

Tae makes eye contact with you, checking you’re ok with the actions happening before you. Your eyes meeting Tae’s both answering the same question telepathically.

“Yes, we remember,” both Tae and yourself nodding at him to confirm.

“Good,” he stands back up from his crouched position, his fingers raking through his hair once more as he composes himself. Pulling his charcoal grey tee over his head and throwing it to the chair. Sweat beading on his body as it winds its way down the contours he’s created. He looks so dominating and raw that you somehow knew he had this in him. 

He stands for a second, pumping himself in front of Tae’s face before angling the red tip towards you. Dropping pre-cum on your tongue offering a taste. You lean forward, eager to take him in your mouth but he steps back almost having you topple to the floor.

“No, no. I didn’t say you could, you cum hungry bitch,” still pumping his cock at a leisurely pace, ensuring his pre-cum is smeared down its length.

Tae is desperately palming himself trying to find some much-needed relief while you have your partner’s attention. You’re watching him in the corner of your eye as he rolls his into the back of his head, pre-cum soaking his boxers in the process. You didn’t realise that your confession of having a crush on him as well as your little dominating secret would match his desires so much. 

Your attention is brought back to the beauty before you, his cock smearing pre-cum on your lips. Teasing you with every inch of his being and in no way quenching your thirst. You really want to taste him, suck him off and make him feel good. He knows this but he doesn’t want to give this to you. His dominating side showing true promise for the first time.

“I don’t think you deserve this just yet Baby,” he says as he dips his cock into your open mouth, smearing the tip along your tongue. His salty taste lingering after he withdraws.

“Tae,” his attention turning to the third person in the room. Tae immediately stops his chase for relief, watching your partner adjust himself to stand before him. “How about you finish what you started? Don’t forget to give Princess a show.” 

Tae turns his head to you, smirking as he leans forward, hands wrapped around your partner’s cock as he licks the tip. 

“How does it taste?” your partner’s encouraging Tae to help tease you.

“Delicious,” he slurs as his eyes meet yours. You’re moaning at the missing nectar that would normally be on your tongue. Wrists struggling in the restraints as they unconsciously seek to break free and take what’s rightfully yours.

“Good. Keep going,”

“Yes Gguk-ah,” Tae immediately flinches at his mistake looking upward towards his younger brother, “I mean Sir”

His lips wrap around the tip sliding to the hilt, sending Jungkook crazy as he hits the back of Tae’s throat. Moans and curses filling the air once more as he chases his release. Jungkook’s hands grabbing your hair as though he’s thinking it’s you performing these actions on him. Your eyes tear up from the intense pull but it’s turning you on more. Tae’s watching you, a blush filling your cheeks, your legs spread as you kneel showing just how wet you are, your briefs soaked and on full display. Tae’s attention flits to Jungkook, as does yours.

“Fu-uuck. Gonna cum,” he warns as Tae readies himself sucking harder to ensure he doesn’t spill a drop.

“Don’t swallow,” Jungkook says. 

Tae’s eyes focus on JK at the instruction. Desperate to swallow the mix of pre-cum and drool threatening to escape his mouth, let alone the imminent orgasm. 

“Don’t you fucking swa-allow,” the last word strained as he spills into Tae’s mouth. Groans filling the air as Jungkook empties his white load over his tongue, slowing a little to stop it leaving Tae’s mouth. He shivers as he withdraws looking to Tae to show him he didn’t swallow, who obliges quickly, a rogue stream of white leaving the corner of his lips.

“Good,” Jungkook says as he wipes the cum from his brother’s lips making eye contact with you before putting it in his own mouth. You sigh at the loss, desperate to taste him.

“Are you aching Princess?” He asks as he notices how flushed you’ve become. You’ve not been touched and yet you’re a horny, sweaty mess. You nod at him.

“Words baby,” he says as he adjusts his sweats to get more comfortable, hiding his still semi cock.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you think you’ve been good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I do too. You waited so long. You deserve a treat.”

He removes the restraints from your wrists, and you rub the canvas burn you’ve created. He slams his lips against yours, giving you the intimate touch that you’ve been craving.  His tongue roaming your mouth as you melt into his kiss. As it begins to become passionate he stops. Jungkook squeezes your cheeks as he angles your face to meet his crouching one, forcing you to open your mouth and poke out your tongue. He sticks out his tongue, spit spilling down in strings onto yours, both your darkened eyes following them as they hit the muscle.

“Swallow,” he says. His actions are so hot that you feel yourself gush as you swallow with your mouth open, putting on a show for him. 

Jungkook sits in the chair, legs spread wide as he gets comfortable. Tae still with his mouth full as you both await your instruction.

“Ok. Give her what she wants.”

Tae looks at you then Jungkook to confirm what specifically he’s allowed to do here.

“Kiss her,” Jungkook instructs from the chair.

Tae goes to swallow the load to allow him to do this.

“Did I say swallow? I said kiss her.”  Tae immediately stops his actions.

A groan leaves your lips knowing just exactly what Jungkook is suggesting.

Tae moves towards you, still kneeling on the floor. His white shirt open and his black boxers still straining under the pressure. His hands finally touch your body, slick with sweat from the heat boiling within in anticipation. He caresses your waist as he finds the small of your back, his hands roaming upwards as he pulls you into him, you’re both an entwined mess on the floor. Your hands reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours but he’s offering a closed kiss.

You become hungry for more, pressing against Tae’s lips encouraging him to open up until you bite onto his bottom lip, pulling it towards you. The contents of his mouth beginning to ooze at the corners as your tongue starts to collect it. He groans from your actions and you sigh from finally being able to taste Jungkook, even if it is from Tae’s mouth. 

Tae slams into your lips, deepening the kiss. He’s smearing Jungkook’s cum all over your tongue, your lips as the contents of his mouth transfer to yours. You’re both a mess. Hands roaming each other, Tae’s hands fumbling with your bra as cum drips from your mouth down your body. You’re pulling at his shirt, desperately trying to get it off him as strands of white continue to fall, covering your briefs in the process. You reach for his boxers, palming him through the fabric already feeling him firm and hot. He’s groaning in your mouth, pausing momentarily as he reaches for your briefs, laying you down so he can rip them from your body. His mouth still not fully empty as he parts your legs pushing your knees apart to expose your wetness to the air. 

“Fuck, she’s wet,” a reminder that Jungkook is still in the room. Hand down his sweats stroking his length.

Tae looks over as though to get permission for his next move. A confirmation telepathically shared as Tae runs his fingers across your folds. You’re gasping already, having already been teased for what felt like hours. Tae lifts you, getting you to arch so your cunt is closer to his mouth. He edges closer, peering at you through strands of black hair as he pokes out his tongue, smearing what’s left of Jungkook’s cum over your folds. You’re cursing in the air, whimpering on the in breathe as he pushes his tongue inside you making sure you’re fully covered in white before he continues.

“Shit,” Jungkook is watching intently. 

His breathing exaggerated as he gets up from the chair, joining you and Tae on the floor. He’s licking the cum that’s escaped your mouth, sucking up streams of white from your chest as Tae continues to suck your clit. You’re a groaning, sweat-misted mess as your ache is finally being sated. Cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded as your chest heaves while your throat dries.

“Fu-uck,” you groan.

“Feel good baby?” Jungkook asks.

“Y-yes,” a croaked response as Tae begins adding fingers to his ministrations.

“Good,” He spits on his fingers before reaching down to help Tae who’s currently knuckle deep in your pussy, curling his fingers against your walls. Pressing enticingly at your spot while flicking his tongue over your clit. Jungkook misses your folds to prepare your ass, already covered in your juices from having to wait so long. His fingers instantly being accepted inside, scissoring and stretching you out as he sucks your hardened nipples. You’re cursing and bucking under their movements, the heat within you so close to boiling point.

“Fu-uck me,” you cry.

“You don’t get a say in this Princess,” Jungkook reminds you. You did ask for this after all. “And if you’re going to cum, you had better wait.”

“Please, Sir. I can’t take any more,” the tension so tight you need to snap.

“Tae. Stop.” Jungkook instructs removing his fingers. Tae stopping his movements immediately, removing his fingers and his mouth from your cunt.

You slowly come down a little, having been so close. Writhing on the floor beneath them, panting desperately.

Jungkook scoops you up and places you on the bed. You crawl to him but he places a finger on your lips, instructing you to stop. He removes his sweats and looks to Tae, giving the nod for him to do the same. Climbing on the bed crawling toward you like prey, Jungkook kisses you deeply while Tae caresses your thighs, still sticky from teasing and cum having dripped onto them earlier. 

“Tae, lay down,” Jungkook instructs while he’s kissing you, feeling your body all over and teasing your clit. 

“Ride him,” He tells you while nodding toward Tae. Who groans as he’s finally going to be touched.

You crawl to Tae, his cock hard and leaking ready for you. He’s bracing himself, almost fucking into the air, so eager to finally get his dick wet that you get the feeling he won’t last long. Neither would you for that matter. As you climb up his body you lick the tip of his cock before pumping it slightly as your hips meet his. He’s quite the picture. Biting his lip so hard you’re sure he’ll draw blood, flushed cheeks as his chest rises and falls quickly until you rub the tip of his cock over your saturated folds, gasps from both of you filling the air. You drop onto him in one quick motion.

“Fuck. Wait. Ah,” Tae groans as he hisses through the quick motion. Adjusting to your warmth as he’s balls deep in your pussy, so tempted to thrust but he knows he has to control himself to be able to last. You’re doing the same, accommodating him as you breathe through the temptation to start grinding. His hands are raking up your thighs, reaching toward your ass encouraging you to move as he lifts himself to be able to slowly push up into you. 

As your mouth opens to cry out, Jungkook fishhooks your cheek towards him. Stood on the bed, he points his cock towards you, already angry and leaking. Without a single flinch, you take him, reminding you of his second-hand taste from Tae. You’re groaning on his cock as he hits the back of your throat, swallowing around him to avoid choking. Somehow between the two of them, they find a rhythm that lets you breathe and build pleasure. The moans around Jungkook’s cock sending him wild that he removes himself with a pop.

Tae is heavy-lidded and dark with lust as he thrusts up into you. Jungkook positions himself behind you, pushing between your shoulder blades to encourage you to lean forward. Tae pauses his actions as he watches your face, Jungkook’s circling your ass as he prepares you for him spitting onto your skin, coating his fingers before he pushes them in. You’re gasping as Tae grasps your chin, bringing your lips to his helping you to relax. Jungkook is scissoring you once again as he feels you begin to relax. He’s coating himself in pre-cum as Tae continues to kiss you deeply, having you groan into his mouth.

“Ready Princess?” Jungkook asks as he removes his fingers placing his firm cock against your hole. Still with Tae in your cunt, you’re about to feel incredibly full.

“Yes Sir,” but you brace yourself which Tae knows is the worst thing to do. 

Tae looks at Jungkook over your shoulder with a ‘one-sec’ look as he cups your chin. Jungkook smears his pre-cum against you as Tae begins to kiss you passionately, allowing yourself to melt into it. He’s brushing your hair in the process, caressing you all over in a bid to help you to relax into it and Jungkook can feel it. Your muscles allowing him to slowly inch into you. Once he reaches the hilt he pauses, cursing with how tight you feel. Tae is the same, being able to feel Jungkook filling you too.

They begin moving after a minute, clumsily to begin with until they find a rhythm, hitting just the right spots, tightening that tension once again. Jungkook is kissing your neck as he teases your clit with his fingers, reaching between your’s and Tae’s body. Tae is chasing his release, latched to your hardened nipple as he’s palming the other with his hands. Your mouth agape as you’re crying out. Curses, names and whimpers leaving you as you’re losing your energy. Your body is succumbing to your nearing orgasm but you’re holding off, knowing you need to wait for Jungkook to tell you when.

“I can’t hold,” Tae says signalling for both guys to begin to slow.

“Go,” Jungkook says as he’s searching for his own release too.

You cry out, your body given permission to enjoy the pleasure. Your tension snaps, your muscles contracting so tight that you practically milk both Tae and Jungkook to their release, coating your walls in white as you throb all over. Their bodies tense, veins in their necks exposed and curses thrown into the air. Your body’s shuddering from the sensation, collapsing from the pressure onto Tae’s chest as Jungkook desperately tries to hold you up.

You’re curled up on the bed, still resting on Tae’s chest as you succumb to the fatigue that’s now in your veins. Jungkook flops on the bed behind you. Before anything is said, after he’s caught his breath, Tae rolls you from his chest onto Jungkook’s, pressing the lightest kiss on your head before getting up from the bed. Throwing on his sweatpants before he wraps the duvet over both yourself and Jungkook. You begin to drift off to sleep on Jungkook’s chest after having your energies drained. Jungkook is nestled in your hair, breathing in your shampoo while he smoothes your back, thinking about how many other dark secrets you’re keeping as he shares a knowing look with Tae as he leaves your room. 

Minutes later, Jungkook’s phone goes off and he reaches to the bedside table for it. A message from Tae.

Tae: This is why you don’t drink on VLive.

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[thebiasrekkers]

No Words, pt 6

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Like, the sloppiest BJ in a karaoke room [public-ish?], Bossy/Brave OC, Angsty, Deep BJ action [like no regard for throat space, breathe through your nose and like it-deep].

A/N - I’m still navigating the whole label thing. Ya’ll are gonna have to forgive me. Cause sex and all that comes with it is just ‘normal’! But, Happy New Year! 

Words:  3755

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Tae had been laughing with everyone else at the table. He was two bottles in and working on a third, he was well past his normal limit. But, his brow furrowed as a voice echoed into the restaurant. Even Jimin stopped laughing for a moment, turning to Tae and the others. The look on his face as he pointed upward, was shocked.

Jin and Hobi even tilted their heads to better hear. The rest of the staff seemed to quiet down as the breathy, almost tenor, voice pushed lyrics with a gentle finesse into the microphone. Jeongguk watched her with wide eyes as she let her voice swell into the first bridge. She was nervous, he could tell by how tightly her eyes were shut. She seemed to take quiet breaths away from the microphone, that was professional of her.

Proof positive you can learn a lot by hanging around entertainers. She kept a comfortable pace for herself as the last phrases signaled Gguk’s turn. He had turned away toward the screen before she opened her eyes. She reached for the bottle of soju she brought with. She would need more liquid courage to get through this song.

It was her favorite song - but there was a loss attached to it, that made it even more personal. Jeongguk turned to her as the piano crescendo toward the most complicated parts of the song. They took turns in tandem carrying lyrics in the respective strengths. By this time they were looking at each other, the alcohol boosting her courage. The intimate setting gave her nothing to fear.

They were in unison as they eased into the few notes before that throat searing high note run that was a focal point of the song. She held it for all that she was worth, sailing downward to a point where Jeongguk took over complicating the run as he sailed into a brief baritone. Don’t know when, but they held hands as they pulled out all the stops.

Their fingers intertwined as they smiled at each other. The piano descended into the soft subtle la-la notes that ended the song. They took turns bouncing between notes before Gguk ran the last notes down the vocal ladder. The piano ends on that soft, sullen note. Jeongguk had his hands around her waist. She smiled softly, and he felt it again. His hand splayed against the base of her spine causing a wide-eyed look.

“I-uh, t-thanks, Jeongguk.” She bit her lip directing his eye there. There was the faintest hint of blush as she stepped away from him.

“No problem, noona.” He offered a wobbly smile as he set the microphone down. He opened the door to the sound of …clapping? They both furrowed their brows sticking their head out of the room. The other members and staff were clapping, whistling, and just generally being obnoxiously loud. But, it was good-natured! She covered her face when she realized what had just happened.

“Andwaaaeeeeeeeeee?!” She groaned ducking back into the room to hide. Jeongguk laughed, turning as she sprawled on the couch. Her arm was tossed across her forehead as she laughed. The maknae tilted his head, a faint laugh lingering, as he actually looked at her. She was glowing, radiant, and just beautiful. A hand absently scratched at his stomach as he watched her. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her at work before. But, some reason, tonight? He really saw her.

She finally came down from that tipsy laughter, a finger wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. A head tilts as Jeongguk stood in the doorway. Something about his gaze gave her pause. “You good, Jeongguk?” He blinked as he forced himself to stay in the doorway. He forced himself to not go back into that room.

“Yah, noona. You could just call me Ggukie, like everyone else.” She clutched the hem of her dress with a small smile. Not again.

But, he’s right. She really doesn’t use any nicknames for him. “You’re right, Ggukie.” The maknae gave an exuberant smile and walked off.

Tae watched the maknae walk down the hall with his eyes too large for his face. He knew that look - he knew it well.

Tae plastered a lazy smile on his face plucking up a bottle of peach soju and a bottle of cider.

“I need to make sure our superstar is hydrated.” They laughed as Tae departed the table, his expression changing once out of their view. The two bottles held between long deft fingers, he met Jeongguk halfway down the hallway. They slowed as they reached the same space. Tae looked unamused at Jeongguk in the throes of some deep revelation.

“Were you looking at her, Gguk-ah?” A subtle brow ticked upward. The maknae swallowed hard with a silent shake of his head.

“N-no, Jimin jokes around about wanting to kiss her. A few staff members mentioned wanting to try and..date her. But, I..” He let his gaze hit the floor as he tried to process.

“You what, Jeongguk? You what..?” Tae leaned in with a baritone growl.

“I don’t know, Taehyung!” A hissing whisper turned to the elder. Jeongguk’s tongue poked at the side of his cheek as his leg began to vibrate. “I don’t fucking know.” Tae scoffed as he gave the maknae a once over.

“I do.” Tae continued his stroll toward the end of the hall. “I knew some time ago.” Was that a warning? Jeongguk watched as Tae disappeared down the hall - their eyes meeting one last time as he disappeared around a corner.

He hissed making his way back to the table, schooling his expression as Jimin poured a shot for him. “Thanks, hyung.” The conversation turned back to meat, booze, and accidents on stage.

An hour passed, and then two as Jeongguk made merry with the table. Why had he suddenly felt something bitter in the pit of his gut?

Ah, right.  Because there was no singing coming from that room.

She was literally hiding in that room. She didn’t know that they would be broadcast to the restaurant. That sneaky bastard! She knew there was an option whether to have your song be public or private. Ah! She was tipsy, her confidence shattered as she plucked up the last remnants from a nearby bottle. A full, glossy pout as she realized that was all. A tsk of sound as she sucked on her teeth.

“Peach and Cider. Right, noona?” A husky voice was threatening to shatter what high she had left. Tae filled the doorway dangling two precious bottles between his fingers. She had an unamused look on her face as he smirked. One hand tucked into his pocket as he sauntered forward. Almost a bit of a dance in his step, her eyes were glued to him.

He stood in front of her the bottles extended. Her lips flattened into a straight line as she took the soju. Opened it. Then proceeded to hammer half the bottle down. She came up for air the bottle slammed down as she stood.

Her lashes lowered as she licked her lips. “Let me tell you something, Kim Taehyung.” His gaze darkened as he smirked at her. His head tilted back as the tip of his tongue played against his lip. Oh, she knew that look. See he used that look on stage when he was feeling himself.

But she had been a victim of its devastating real-world application. She pointed her finger into his chest. “How, fucking, dare you,” Her lips raised in a half-snarl. Stepping forward caused him to step back, a look of concern on his face. “W-what do y-..” He stuttered before she cut him off.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with?” Her gaze narrowed as she tilted her head. “Do you think I’m one of those crazy, delusional females that see nothing but you in their world, huh?” His brow furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak, she put her hand over his mouth and continued.

“As we say where I’m from? I’m a grown-ass woman!” His brows lifted as he grunted against her hand. His back hit the wall and she was the one invading his personal space. The sound of loud off-key singing was faint from their room location. But, it was obviously filling the restaurant with glee.

She pushed the door closed and locked it. He watched her do this - still confused as he turned back to her. Her hand still plastered against his mouth. She leaned forward until her lips brushed the back of her hand. Until he couldn’t see anything but the shadow she provided.

“You want to play games, Taehyung?” She purred, the vibration of it sending prickles from his face to his toes. He grunted again when he felt her finger digging in the loop of his pants. She smiled so sweet, so venomous. “Then let’s play.” Her voice dipped to a low that he had never heard from a female. Taehyung’s blood began to boil and jet straight to his cock. He couldn’t help the soft moan against her hand.

“That’s right. Relax.” The tinkling sound of a belt coming undone. The sound of his zipper was like a sonic boom echo in the room. He sucked in his stomach as the tip of her fingers brushed against his skin. The tip of her tongue played along with the pearly white of her teeth. She pulled the lower corner of her lip between her teeth. Their gazes traveled down between their bodies as he sprung up and over the gold and black patterned waistband of his Versace trunks.

“Hmm. So that’s what it looks like.” She watched his Adam’s apple bob on a heavy swallow. Her fingertips tapped against the precum moistened slit of his cock. “Tsk, tsk, Tae. You have no patience, do you?” The alcohol-infused confidence melted into something else.

“Pull them down for me, would you?” Tae’s breathing increased as he gawked at her. She smiled her own gaze darkening. “I didn’t stutter, Taehyung. Pull. Them. Down.” He didn’t know what this feeling was. He was excited, afraid, and doing what she told him. He tugged the pants and boxers down to his thighs. He sprang free and gloriously hard. He watched her eye his erection with her tongue swiping her lip. She looked up and spoke against the back of her hand still on his mouth. “The game is called. Be Quiet.” The hand moved till a finger pushed against his lips. She dropped into a crouch in front of him. That dress pooled in front of her but it rode up her thighs enough to make his mouth water. “Remember, be quiet.” She was eye level with his cock and this felt strange? Maybe wrong? He was about to protest…but she opened her mouth.

She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

In one motion.

Her nose thumping into the veins of his abdomen.

Her throat relaxed around him and he just…sailed through her lack of gag reflex.

FUCK?! Fuckfuckfuckfuck?! His mind filled with obscenities as he bit his own hand till it bled. The incisors broke the skin, maybe bone? He swore there was crunching noises. A long, soul-wrenching sound bubbled in his chest. He clawed the air as hyperventilation set in. She hadn’t moved again. She was there with her eyes lifted to his face. Watching him crumble, fight, and struggle for air and silence.

She backed off him so slowly, he thought he had fainted only to wake up still in her mouth. He kept that hand in his mouth as she released him with a loud pop from between her lips. She was dangerous. Who was this person? This person was out for blood and it was running down his wrist.

“N-noona..” A hoarse plea as he stared down at her. His cock throbbing, glistening, and angry in front of her face. She was breathing on it sending goosebumps sailing up against his chest.

“Shh.” She kissed the drooling tip.

“N-noona, please.” He begged. Who was he!? Since when?! His fingers clutched into the fabric of his shirt as her tongue played and pushed at the tip entrance.

“Please what, Taehyung-ah?” Oh, she was in control. There was no doubt about it. The saliva that filled the corner of his mouth as he watched her, expectant.

“P-please,” He swallowed against the dryness in his mouth. “…do it again?” He watched her lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

She obliged him. The stability in the repeat was just as toe-curling. Her fingers dug half-moon welts into his thigh. Her throat stayed relaxed as she pulled off him, by half  - then pushed herself back down. Taehyung felt the immediate build of pressure in his gut. She sucked him with a slowness that was robbing him of his reason. She took her sweet, blessed, time letting lips drag over every vein. Her tongue traced, swirled, and flicked against him.

He wanted to cry. The tears pooled in his eyes at the immense pain of not being able to express himself. She fucked her throat on him causing him to suck in a breath and hold it. He bit his lip as his head thumped against the wall. He looked down at her, at him disappearing inside of her mouth. His cheeks puffed and deflated as he silently mouthed all the things he would do to her. He mouthed how he wanted to cram himself down her throat and live there. He silently promised that the next time he got her ass in his hands?

She would be his. She was his. There would be no stopping him the next time. He would have his vengeance. He would have her.

But for now?

“A-ah, noona. I-I’m…” He half-whispered, half sobbed. She knew though she could feel swelling, throbbing against her molars as she abused him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of cock as she stood. He slammed his head against the wall as the orgasm seemed to stay in one spot.

And build.

Like a knotted hose inflating due to the build of water pressure. The tears fell down his cheeks as she watched him. “No, you’re not. Not yet, beautiful.” She pulled him by his dick toward the couch near them. She picked up the soju with her free hand, feeling him tremble between her fingers. She took a swig of soju, it burned.

She took a swig of cold cider, it cooled.

Her gaze lifted upward to his lust blown pupils. Oh, she knew he was cursing her existence. Did she know that sooner or later - they would come to a head? She knew that he was plotting against her - and she didn’t care. The cider cooled her throat.

“What do you have to say?” Her tone neutral, almost nonchalant as she continued to drink the cider.

“P-please. Please.” He spoke broken words between his teeth, a growl pushing outward. A pout as she squeezed a little hard. He shuddered and bucked against the fist. He was slick with spit he slipped in that pocket grip. Little bucks of his hip as her grip relinquished bit by bit. A throaty laugh as he wound up fucking the perfect space between her fingers. “Please, not like this. Not like ah-ha! F-fuck!”

“You keep saying not like this, but you keep fucking my fist Tae. So what do you want?” That dulcet purr as he stopped shaking, and sweating. His hair clinging to his forehead. He grits his teeth as he stared down at her.

“M-mouth.” He growled. Her brow ticked upward as she took down the last of that cider. “I want your mouth.” That borderline plea and order.

“Is that all?” She could feel him pulsating, ready to burst. “Fine. You have my permission.” He stepped in front of her as she opened her mouth. His fingers trembled as they slid along her jaw. “Get yourself off, Tae.”

He leaned down smashing their lips together again. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, tasting soju, cider, and remnants of him tucked against her tastebuds. He whined into her mouth as a surge of blood thickened him even more.

Their faces parted as his fingers threaded through the hair at the back of her head. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand pressing that erection down and into her mouth. “Look at me, Noona. I want you to see, ok?” His lip slipped from between his teeth as he positioned himself in front of her. His hands clasped behind her head as he pushed himself into her mouth. He felt that slippery slide of her uvula on the top of his dick.

Taehyung moaned at the cool sensation assaulting his sensitive flesh. Then it was hot, moist, and tight as he tried to push himself down her gullet. Her eyes were on his face as he watched himself disappearing into her mouth time and time again. His fingers smoothed those silky, straightened locks away from her face. The strands were gathered at the back of her head like a joystick.

He smashed into that open space relishing that moist sound of her breathing between thrusts. He was fixated. He was seeing himself disappearing into that space between her legs. He could hear those moans again. She would scream his name. He would make her scream his fucking name. So everybody around them would know that he was balls deep into her womb. That he was the only one that would be. That he was the only one who could.

That he was, “…H-ha…hah…”

….and would be, “Mmm. Mhm, mhm, just like…t-that..”

….the only one… “Ah-f-fuck. Fuck…fuck…”

…who could. “F-fuck, gonna come…gonna come….gonna -Ah!?”

Taehyung was sure he was going to vomit. His stomach twisted and churned as he fucked into her mouth. His toes curled in his expensive shoes as he seemed to move closer. He wanted to sink inside her. He wanted there to be no discernible end or beginning to either of them. The tears squeezed out of his eyes as he thought of all things, all the ways that he would have her.

It was like a hose steadily unfurling itself. A loose knot blasted straight by the buildup of pressure. His heart was trying to break his rib cage and leap from his chest. His mouth opened on a hoarse cry as he pushed her nose against his abdomen and erupted down her throat. Her jaw had remained slack, relaxed to squeeze the head of his cock. When he came? She suction-locked her mouth around him.

Taehyung roared as she wrapped her tongue around his length. He clawed the air as he shook violently into a second orgasm. He looked down at her triumphant look, pleading with her to release him. His voice so hoarse it could scarcely be heard. He was overly sensitive as she pumped him for every single drop.

He fell out of her mouth with a wet sounding plop. Taehyung whined in despair as he watched her take a shot of soju afterward?! His cock had the audacity to perk the tiniest bit. She licked her lips, reapplied her lip gloss, and stood to smooth the front of her dress.

She had to take small, easy steps. It simply looked as if she was relishing her triumph - feeling her womanly power. It was all of that, yes. But, it was also the fact that she was so wet she could hear it. Tae was so devastated he couldn’t focus on anything.

Both of their pupils were dilated as they faced off. Tae reached for his raw cock, hissing between his teeth as he pulled his briefs and pants up. The sensation of fabric had him shuddering. He was drenched in sweat, his eyes red from crying.

“I am not to be toyed with, Kim Taehyung.” That dulcet purr.

“Oh, noona. I beg to disagree.” He spoke between clenched teeth.

“I think you’ve done enough begging for the night, no?” A brow arched with a dark chuckle.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, stepping into her space again. “This isn’t over, noona.” He spoke behind a feral sneer.

“I don’t have time for your games, V. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen? But, You need t-..”

Taehyung’s voice increased. He stepped close enough for their noses to touch. “A game? You think I’m playing a game?” He scoffed as his hand wrapped with subtle pressure around her neck. “I’m not playing, noona.”

She was nonplussed by the hand around her throat. But the words coming out of his mouth? The bravado fell away. Her assumptions shown to be flawed as he admitted that this wasn’t some little phase. That she wasn’t an exotic target for shits and giggles.

Her eyes went wide as the implications spread fear like a virus through her system.

She gulped. The bob of her throat against his hands caused him to squeeze, just a little more. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned into it. “You can’t. WE cannot, Taehyung.” He snapped his teeth as the rooms began to fall silent one by one.

The excursion was coming to an end.

She moved his hand from her throat storming toward the door.

“Yah, noona…?” She turned as the meat scented, cool air erased the heat built in that room. She turned over her shoulder to watch him as he stood there.

Regal as a Prince. His hands balled in determination. That arrogant tilt of his head, the tip of his tongue tapping against his lips.

“I can. I will. Watch me.” She smirked and continued down the hall.

She turned the corner as Jimin came yelling down the hallway that they were leaving.

“Ah, Noona! Did you fall asleep? I missed you!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and laughed all the way into the company of others. She let a few laughs restore her spirits.

Jeongguk dropped an arm around her shoulders, “We’re taking a picture, ok?” She nodded and smiled, squished in by staff and members alike.

Gguk showed her the photo full of smiles and goofy faces. But, what she also saw?

Taehyung just behind them looking ready to kill.

                           It is now 91 days post kiss.