#boxer namjoon

[mkt808]

Knockout Romance Chapter 1

"Since you are all adults now, I think now is the perfect time to reintroduce everyone to a classic," Sakura said to her class.

"Here in my hands, I have a copy of Romeo and Juliet. Before all the moaning and groaning, tell me, Ms. Yamamoto, have we read this book before? I want you to read it again, and we will have a discussion on it," Sakura said.

"Professor Yamamoto, do we really have to read it?" one of her students asked.

"Yes, indeed. As adults now, you may have different perspectives on this book, such as different themes of love, betrayal, desire, lust, and adventure. You don't just have to focus on the main characters but the side characters as well," Sakura explained.

Sakura glanced at the clock on the back wall; it was 1:25 PM, meaning class would be over in five minutes. She debated whether to continue with the lesson, but based on her students' anxious faces, she decided otherwise.

"Since there are only five minutes left, you may all leave early. One more announcement: there will be no class on Friday. I want you all to read up to Act 2 and write at least two paragraphs about a theme, a scene, or your thoughts on the book. Have a great rest of the week," Sakura said as her students eagerly scurried out.

Sakura began packing her belongings to head out for the day. As she was gathering her things, she heard a small knock. Looking up, she saw her older brother waiting at the door. She grabbed her bag and walked over to give him a hug.

"Sora, what a nice surprise," Sakura said while hugging her brother. After pulling away, she looked at him with curiosity.

"What are you doing here? Did you drive all the way from the city?" she asked.

"Yeah, I needed a break from the city, so I decided to drive up to Stony Brook," Sora said.

"Well, what a nice surprise. Any plans today?" Sakura asked curiously.

"Actually, do you want to grab a coffee and just hang out for a while?" Sora asked.

"Yeah, I'm free for the rest of the day," Sakura replied.

"Great, let's go," Sora said.

The duo sat across from one another at Bean and Blossom. Sora was drinking an iced black coffee, while Sakura had an iced vanilla latte. They shared a chocolate croissant and a vanilla scone at Sakura's request.

"So, how's it going at the publishing house?" Sakura asked, sipping her coffee.

"It's really busy but good. I'm now the manager of editing," Sora said.

"Wow, Sora, that's really great. I'm really happy for you," Sakura said.

"Yeah, but sometimes when I'm reviewing stories, I don't always agree with what the writers are producing," Sora admitted.

"Don't you have a say in what gets published?" Sakura asked.

"I do, but there's only so much I can do," Sora replied.

"Well, all jobs have pros and cons. Sometimes you just have to roll with the hand you're dealt," Sakura said, taking a long sip of her coffee.

"I know, but this issue is the worst thing I've had to deal with," Sora sighed.

"What article is stressing you out? Is everyone fighting over the newest pair of designer shoes?" Sakura joked, laughing.

"No. I wish. Here's the article coming out this week," Sora said, sliding his phone over to her.

Sakura picked up his phone and almost choked on her croissant. The screen displayed a picture of Jungkook walking with two girls beside him. The headline read: Popular boxer Jungkook, also known as "The Phantom Strike," spotted with two groupies after his loss to The Raging Bull. Sakura stared at the article in shock, confused as to why Jungkook would jeopardize his image. Shaking off her thoughts, she handed the phone back to Sora.

"Jungkook is your best friend. Did you at least give him a heads-up?" she asked.

"Not yet. I'm scared he's going to go nuts over the article," Sora admitted.

"If he wants to hook up with people, that's his right. It's not like he's in a relationship, so who cares?" Sakura said.

"His agents will care! He's one of the most popular boxers in the U.S. and has a brand deal with Nike. What happens if he loses his sponsorships?" Sora countered.

"That's on him, then. Sometimes you need to hit rock bottom to climb back up," Sakura shrugged.

"I swear, you're an English professor—you need to stop using so many damn quotes and metaphors," Sora groaned.

"Can't help it. It's part of my education," Sakura said with a grin.

Sora sighed, composing himself before revealing the real reason he had come to see her.

"Sakura, I need a favor," Sora said.

"Which is?" Sakura asked skeptically.

"Would you come with me to see Jungkook tomorrow?" he asked, pleading with his eyes.

Sakura took a long sip of her coffee. "I have office hours, homework, and other things to attend to."

"Please, Sakura. I know the last few months have been tough. I think it would be good for you to come back to the city for a couple of days and reconnect with old friends," Sora pleaded.

"Yes, the last few months have sucked. But I don't think going back to see someone I barely talk to will make me feel better," Sakura said.

"Please, I need you. When you needed me, I was always there for you," Sora reminded her.

Sakura thought about how much her brother had helped her—moving her into her new apartment, being a shoulder to cry on, always dropping everything for her. She pondered for a moment before sighing.

"Why do you need me there anyway?" she asked.

"Jungkook has always had a soft spot for you," Sora smirked.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll go. But you're buying most of the meals and all my coffee in the city."

"It's a deal," Sora said with a grin.

Welcome to my first book on tumblr.

[indigolover97]

New fic just posted!!

[hongjoongscafe]

Angry F*$!

Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut.

Summary: maybe getting angry sometimes isn’t too bad.

Word count: 3.1k+

Warnings: orgasm denial, pussy slapping, spanking, creampie, spitting kink, face slapping, hair pulling, name-calling, smoking, oral, fingering, panty sniffing (he stuffs his boxers in her mouth, too), unprotected (wrap it up, people, wrap it up or else Namjoon will spank you), cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, doggy style, cuffs, anal, breath play(?), choking, biting, squirting, aftercare ('cause I love it).

Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist. Unedited.

Masterpost.

“Do you even know how dumb you make me look?” your husband, Jungkook, screams at you. “Fifteen fucking years together and this one bitch comes and you trust that cunt over me?”

“Am I wrong?” you scream back. “A hot, sexy assistant is what you got to know and why wouldn’t you wanna have a taste of her?!”

Jungkook’s new assistant is, to say the least, known for wrecking homes. And somehow that bitch wrapped your naive heart in her fingers and filled you with rumours regarding him and herself accidentally as she didn’t know you were his wife as if you two haven’t been together out on the events and face of every possible magazine at least once.

Jungkook’s jaw ticked as he stood up and walked towards you with a feral look in his eyes. “Taste of her?” he growled.

“Yes, taste of her. Isn’t that right? Wouldn't you want to fuck her; someone sexy, hot, desirable?” you push his chest.

“Why would I?” he yells.

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Fucking-,” he cut himself off and hold you by the roots of your hair and pull you with him to the mirror. “Because I wanna fuck you and love you forever!” he makes you look in the mirror, nowhere being gentle.

“I don’t believe you!” you turn around in his hold and slap him across the face. Your jealousy hitting the skyline.

Jungkook’s face turned dark. Your only warning before he threw you on the bed was “Then let me make you believe.”

You bounced as you landed on the bed. He roughly pulled your legs up, yanked your shorts down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. “Mrs doesn’t believe,” he scoffs. “Now you fucking will and never forget.”

You gasped as he pulled you up by your hair and draped you across his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He harshly pulled up your thongs, making you inhale sharply as the flimsy cloth rubbed against your clit. He rubbed your ass gently before landing a tight slap across your perfect ass cheek, “fuck,” you groaned.

He dipped his fingers under your g-string and pinched your clit making you moan pathetically. “Be a good bitch and count,” he pinched it harder when you didnt start counting.

“One!” you gasped.

He hummed and landed another smack, worse than before. Your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.”

“Look at your fucking pussy already leaking through his sorry piece of panty,” he pulled and snapped back. “Might as well get rid of this shit,” he growled as he tore it apart and brought the big wet patch to his nose and sniffed it deeply. “Oh,” he moans. “Keep the counting going.”

Like you weigh nothing, Jungkook picked you up and threw you back on the bed. You looked up at him as he removed his pants and white button-up. His hot abs are now on full display. His muscles flexed as he climbed over to you and ripped your tank top off you. Your boobs jiggle free and your nipples tighten with the utter, shameless need for this sinful man in front of you. You looked down at his huge bulge as your mouth watered.

“You want me to agree with you as you claim to cheat allegations on me?” he muttered, darkly. “You want me to agree with you that I will leave my fucking sexy wife and fuck some fucking assistance who is nowhere near as beautiful as you?”

Your heart rammed against your ribcage. As much as your insecurity flared in front of that sexy bimbo, you felt filthily gorgeous as he was looking at you like an animal. Deep down you knew she was getting into your head but your doubt on yourself was too much to argue with her.

“What? Cat got your tongue. Hm?” he snarls. He spreads your legs wide open as he lowers himself between them. He buried his nose between your wet folds and sniffed as he groaned. Look into your eyes.

“Jungkook!” a surprised scream left your lips as he slapped your wet pussy, hard. His palm inflated on your pussy as rubbed it painfully slowly.

“And leave my delicious cunt for someone else,” he bit your inner thigh, leaving his mark there.

You were gasping for air from his harsh treatment. He had never been this hard on you. And now when he is being hard, you crave it more.

Jungkook could feel your clit throbbing against his palm, hotly. “You like that, huh?” he bites again. “You like it when I bite you, huh? Such a fucking whore,” he spits on your cunt and wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it in his mouth, his tongue flat against your nub, playing with it.

Your back arches and fingers fist his hair and push him flush against your pussy. He works down and thrusts his tongue in your hot cunt, his big nose rubbing deliciously against your throbbing clit. “Please,” you don’t know what you are demanding.

“Shut up!” he snaps and slaps your clit, making your whole body shudder. You look at him wide-eyed. Jungkook has spanked your ass plenty of times but your pussy? Your eyes roll back as he lands another one, harder than the previous one. “Count.”

“Three… four,” you whine as he shoves his two thick fingers into your hole.

“Look at that,” he kissed your thigh as he watches his fingers in your cunt. “Your fucking cunt is swallowing my finger like the greedy cunt that it is.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as he groped your tit. He crawled up, his fingers still inside you, and sucks your other nipple. His soft hair brushes your chin. Your breath hitches and let out another moan as he slaps your dripping cunt again. “Five,” you whisper in his ear.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as he thrust them back. Knowing you were cumming, he removed himself from your trembling body.

“No!” you cry out loud at the loss of his touch. You were so close to coming undone but he ripped it apart.

His chest was pumping up and down with his laboured breath. You looked so fucking fuckable as you lay there covered in sweat and that needy fucking look in your sexy eyes.

He removed his boxer briefs and bunched them in his hand. “Open your mouth,” he orders. But you just gape at him like a damn fish. Already running low on patience, he squeezed your cheeks and stuffed them in your mouth.

Your fingers fisted the sheets. Everything was turning you on more and more. It felt like your body was on fire. And he was just fueling it more and more.

He pulled out your favourite pink fluffy cuffs. Pulling you in a seated position, he cuffed your hands behind you and pushed you back all while you shamelessly eyed his long, fat cock swinging with each and every move he made. A pearly bead of precum was shining on top. All you wanted to do was to lick and choke yourself on his length.

“I’ll make sure you never fucking forget that I will only fuck my slutty cunt,” he rubs hot length against your slit, making it wet and ready with your slick. He thrust his thick, angry pink head in your pussy and mercilessly fucks you.

Your bed bangs against the walls and makes a creaky noise. His cock hits deep inside you, fucking your spongy spot, making your toes curl and eyes water.

“Fucking, whore,” he growls. His thumb rubs tight circles of swollen clit and his other hand wraps around your neck. He chokes you just enough to make you lightheaded.

You moan loudly against his boxers as he fucks you into the mattress. You were already going half-dumb under his sinful spell.

“Look at you,” he taunts. “All whiny and dumb for me.”

His fingers were digging in your neck. You could feel all of his angry thrusts in you. He was hitting the spot with each of them. His breath was coming as wretched as yours. The sweat was beading down his hard chest and abs.

Jungkook removed his hand from your clit and neck, still inside you, he grabbed a cigarette and lit it. As he took a deep drag, he removed his boxers from your mouth and blew it in your mouth. He smirked as he felt your walls trembling around his length.

“Jung-,” your breath hitched and turned into a moan as he thrust back into you.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed. Your loud moans and his groans filled the room. “Fuck!”

He bent and squeezed your mouth open, “gimme your fucking tongue,” he rasped. You barely followed his order and he spat on your tongue. “Swallow.” Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed. Surprised by his lewd acts, you clenched around his length as you came all over his cock.

You gasp when he lands a slap across your face. It was not painful but just hot enough to make your cunt clench painfully around him. “Did I ask you to fucking cum?”

“N-no,” you whined.

Jungkook pulled out and manhandled you on your belly, pulling your hips up. His large hand pushed your face into the mattress, gripping by your hair.

“Then how dare you fucking come,” he moaned as he plunged back. “Fuck, your cunt is always ready to take my cock,” he rasp, spitting on his cock as he pushes back in.

His other hand holds the cuffs around your wrists, cigarette clutched between his fingers. “Daddy, please,” you moan and bite the sheets.

“Such a fucking slut, my whore,” he pulls your head back and spits on your face, smearing it and pushing his fingers down your throat as you choke on them.

His hand left the cuffs and brought the cigarette to his mouth and clutched it between his teeth and wrapped that hand around your neck, keeping you in place.

The drool was running down your chin to your breasts. He has never been this rough with you but fuck, you would poke him every day if he turned into this demon.

You turned your head to the side to look at his face. His hair was sticking to his face, his lips wrapped around the cigarette. He took a drag and blew it in your face. He was hot.

Your tongue licked his fingers and moved as if giving a blow job. A smirk pulled on his pretty face. He plastered your back to his hard front, removing his fingers, he tossed you back on your back.

“Open your mouth,” he said as he climbed on top of you and slapped your face with his heavy cock. He ran his pink head around your lips. You wrapped your lips around his swollen head and sucked it with hollow cheeks. You moaned around him, tasting yourself on his cock. He pushed it all into your throat, making you gag around him. He was all the way down your throat. He pinched your nose and fucked your mouth. You could taste his salty precum in your mouth.

With every second, his thrusts got sloppier. Your lungs burned with the lack of air. You thrashed under him.

“Fuck,” he moaned as the thick spurts of his cum started to hit the back of your throat. He pulled his cock out and pained your face with the rest of his cum.

He sat next to you and smeared his cum all over your face. You were so fucked, and coughing as you were finally able to breathe again. “Would I let myself cover that bitch in my cum? Fuck no.”

He brings the same hand down to your cunt and fingers your hole “or this?” he said and stumped the burning butt on the ashtray.

“Daddy,” you whimper.

“What?” still fingering your quivering pussy. “You thought this was over?” he scoffed and stood up.

From the drawer, he pulled out the lube and unclasped it. Pulling you by your legs, he brought you to the edge of the bed.

Pushing your legs apart, he bent you in half. Your knees were touching your chin. You could barely keep your eyes open. Your body jerked when he poured cold lube on your tight rim.

“Wha-” you began.

“Take whatever I give you,” he rubbed your rim with his fingers and slowly pushed them in. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck you so good, y/n, gonna fuck that shitty thought out of your fucking brain,” he scissors your tight hole. “Look at your cunt, I knew you were a fucking whore for me. You are dripping everywhere,” he runs his fingers across your sensitive cunt and bends down to suck your clit in his mouth as he helps you get used to his fingers in your ass.

When relaxed enough, he replaced his fingers with his cock. His blunt head pushed past your back hole. “Daddy!” you screamed at the intrusion.

“Yes, baby. Scream for Daddy. Beg me to fuck your hole full of my cum,” he sank more and more of his cock into you until his pelvis was touching your thighs, growlung. He pulled your legs around his shoulder and leaned down to capture your pointed nipple in his mouth, letting your hole ease around his length. “So fucking tight. Remind me to fuck you more here.”

“Fuck me!” you whimper, letting him know you were ready. Your loins were on fire.

Jungkook found it hard to keep his breath equal. He was just as ruined as you were. He finally pulled his aching cock slightly out then plunged it back inside with a forceful thrust. Slowly, he started to fuck you harder and harder.

Your mouth fell open, hot noises came out of your mouth. Your tits juggled with each sharp thrust. You had no thought left in your brain. If someone asked you your name, you wouldn't remember.

Jungkook looked at your juicy pussy and pushed his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your back arched painfully and you let out a silent scream, clenching around his cock tightly, you came all over him.

His eyes were wide open as he looked at your cunt squirting over yourself and him. He slapped it, making you tremble with shocks running down your body.

His cock twitched in your hole, finally bursting and filling your asshole with his hot cum. He slowed his thrusts and slumped over your shivering body.

He had never come so much before. His own body was trembling with how hard he came into your hole. Your heartbeat was running wild against his ear, matching his own.

Your sight was to behold. Your face was covered with his cum and spit. Your makeup was running down your face. So fucked and beautiful. Your pussy and asshole was throbbing with how sensitive they were. Your cheeks, both face and ass, were red from the slapping and spanking.

Jungkook pulled his phone and took a picture of you so that he could show you just how fucked and gorgeous you looked when you were not dazed.

“Did you see what you just did?” he asked you, looking at your dazed, cum and spit-coated face. “Baby?” his eyes widened when he saw you breaking down.”

You surprised Jungkook and yourself by squirting. Now once in your whole life, you ever squirted. “Mmm,” too tired to speak. You just wanted to hug him close and cry, not because you were hurt but because you were overwhelmed with strong orgasms he pulled out of you. “Hands,” you whispered.

Jungkook quickly pulled out, making both of you hiss in sensitivity. He took the key and unlocked the cuffs from your back. Your wrists were red and bruised. The sheet underneath was torn by how hard you were clutching them. Jungkook pulled you into his lap and kissed your wrists.

You wrapped your arms around him and silently cried in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have been so harsh. I'm sorry,” kept repeating.

You pulled slightly and took his face between your hands. “I loved it,” you muttered around his lips. “I’m just overwhelmed and overstimulated, that's all.”

Chuckling, he kissed your lips. Your tongue tangled with his as he rubbed your back with a soothing hand. He then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. “I would run you a bath but I can't wait to cuddle you, baby.”

He helped you under the warm shower and clean yourself. His gentle hands washed every part of your body. You flinched when he cleaned your pussy.

Soon, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel and sitting on the sofa chair in your room as Jungkook changed the sheets.

You both ruined the previous one completely. “Maybe we should keep them in memory of our first filthy fuck,” He joked but you knew he would indeed wash them and keep them in his closet.

Jungkook brought you to the bed and helped you under the blanket. He rubbed the ointment on your wrists, too, and gave you water and a little snack.

Cuddling you close to his chest, he lit another cigarette, kissed your shoulder and then your head. You both shared the cigarette back and forth while talking.

“Baby, never doubt my loyalty for you,” he muttered. “Why would I cheat on you? You are my part. My love. My heart. My soulmate. My freaky partner. My everything.”

You shifted in his hold, “I just— I don't know, she is so much better.”

Jungkook frowned, “the fuck not. She is not. You are! You are my woman, my wife. The most gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent, immaculate, majestic, marvellous woman ever.”

You giggled and hugged him tighter. Your body was still recovering from all the lewd things he did to you. “Promise me you will fuck me like this more often?”

Your husband laughed and tickled your sides. “Aren't you a dirty girl?”

“Only for you,” you kissed his chest.

“If I had known, I would have fucked you like today way before… and made you squirt…” he peppers your skin with kisses. Then he looked into your eyes with seriousness. “Tomorrow, the first thing I will do is to fire her, yeah? I don't want that bitch to work under my name. I won’t accept such behaviour. And she made you cry and doubt my love so she must suffer.”

You would ask otherwise but this one time, you won't mind. You don't want her to work for him either. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby…” he cuddled you even closer and dropped an innocent kiss on your lips as you slowly drifted away, letting the sleep overtake you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

…..

Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional @8tinytings @tea4sykes @chimmisbae @demonshauntingthedoves

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Have a nice day/night💓

[ggukgoldensoul]

SWEET PLEASURE

pairing; idol!jk x reader

timeline; yet to come concert in busan (long curly hair jk)

summary; their last concert as a group has come to an end, so reader decides to give jungkook a surprise to cheer him up.

warnings; smut!, dom!jk, sub!reader, soft s*x, jungkook is so down bad for reader, he loves her so much, blowj0b, reader rides jk, missi0nary.

word count; 1375

she watched with tear in her eyes as the guys said goodbye to the army’s, a long journey till they came back as a group. everyone was crying in the backstage as they entered, and jungkook went directly to her, his hands cupping her cheeks and cleaning her tears. he pressed his forehead with hers. “im supposed to be the one who’s crying” he mocked her. she let a airy laugh fell from her lips while jungkook pressed kisses to her nose and lips. 

“jungkook-ah, its time for the picture” namjoon called him. 

she nodded to him and with a last kiss on her lips, jungkook went to take the last picture of the concert.

the ride back to the hotel was silent. a comfortable one mixed with melancholia, years would pass for them to make a concert together again, but the wait was worth it and they knew it. once in the hotel room, jungkook hugged her from the back, his long hair tickling her and making her giggle. jungkook kissed her cheek, and went down to her neck, biting and sucking while his hands gripped her waist. 

she turned in his arms, looking at his big eyes and moving the hair that was blocking them. oh how she loved his long and curly hair. 

jungkook was going to kiss her again but she put a hand on his mouth, feeling his pout, she laughed at how cute he looked right now. “i have something for you” she said lowing her hand from his mouth. his eyebrows went up and his eyes grew bigger, looking like boba balls. “i have told you many times that you dont have to buy me anything, i only need you” he went to her neck again, like a the moon and the tides, bound forever. “belive me when i tell you youre going to love this one.”

she heard him sigh in defeat, making her laugh and went to the bathroom. “you can relax on the bed bae!” she shouted and jungkook laid on it. a few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened and the sight made him swallow and sent a pulse to her dick. 

she was wearing a black set of lingerie. bra that hugged her breasts and pushed them up, the smallest panties he had ever seen that leaves nothing to the imagination. she had touched her hair a little and now had more volume, some makeup and the scent… she was wearing his favorite perfume, the one she bought one day because she said she wanted to try new things and now he was intoxicated by it.

sitting on the edge of the bed, jungkook thought he was going to die right there, in that moment, gosh how much he loved her, he would burn the world for her just to keep her safe from any harm. she walked to him and stood between his legs, his hands went straight to her waist and her hands to his hair, scratching and tugging at his nape. he couldn't resist her, she was like the best of the drugs. his lips found her tummy and bit her, switching between bites and kisses, while his hands went to her ass. 

she moaned at the sensation of his lips, she was melting, but she wanted to do something first. she pulled him apart, jungkook was going to say something but she got down to her knees and his breath hitched. her hands massaged his tights, feeling him relax underneath her. she pulled down his pants and swallowed at the sight of his hard dick. she kissed it through the boxers and jungkook’s breath hitched and gripped the sheets beneath him.

not wanting him to suffer, she took the last piece and his dick was free. feeling her hands stroke him, he opened his eyes and one hand went to her hair. “fuck, that’s it bae” he tugged her hair a little “want you to suck me, gonna do it? you're going to be a good girl?”

“yes” she whispered.

“go on then.”

she kissed the tip, licking the precum, she licked him from the bottom to the top and swallowed him, the tip hitting her throat. “fuck bae” jungkook groaned, hand gripping tightly the sheets. she moved her head slowly, her tongue tracing every vein. 

if that was heaven, he didn’t want to leave, ever. she moved her head faster, her hands gripping his tights, leaving marks, but he didn’t care, not now, not ever, not when the love of his life was making him feel so good. jungkook tugged her hair, he was feeling close, he wanted to cum on her mouth so bad. “bae, im going to cum- fuck. that’s it- fu-” he felt his cum on her warm mouth and she swallowed all. jungkook was breathing fast, sweat running down his chest. 

she got up from the floor and sat on his lap, her core wet from the head she had given him. jungkook opened his eyes and hid on her neck. “that was so good… so so good bae” his hand gripped her ass, massaging it. she took his tshirt off, leaving his adonis body on display, his sleeve tattoo making him look even sexier if that was possible… he was going to be her death. jungkook smirked. “you like what you see?” 

“you know that i do.”

“im all yours bae,” he took her hand and placed it on his abs “all yours.”

and with that declaration, she kissed him, pouring all the love and passion she had. jungkook took her pantie and ripped it, throwing it through the room, and she moaned at the chill air of the room hit her core. his hand cupped her jaw not wanting to break the kiss, so she took her hips, lifting her and sinking her into his dick, making her moan loudly to the kiss. her hips moved without control wanting to seek pleasure for both of them. 

jungkook broke the kiss, wanting to watch her face squirm with pleasure. 

“kook, fuck, so big- youre so big, oh my god.”

“you like it?” “yes” “you really like it sweetheart? you love how my cock makes you feel so good you want to die?” “yes, yes ,yes- god, yes kook!”

his lips went to her neck again, leaving love marks all where he could down to her tits. he kissed them through the fabric and her head dropped back. but he wanted more, needed more. he needed her as close has possible, he wanted to make her feel so good she wont forget it ever, without any warning, she took her and laid her down on the bed. she screamed a little due to the change of position and angle, hitting her spot. “kook! fuck!”

his hips were thrusting into her hard and fast. his tattooed hand cupped her cheek while the other one gripped her hip, her hands grabbing at his back, leaving red marks on his perfect back. 

“im gonna cum kook, im gonna cum, dont stop please- please.”

“never babe, im going to make you feel so- fuck- good.”  

and jungkook fulfilled his promise. with a hard thrust, he sent them both down a hole of pleasure, feeling his cum fill every part of her. 

he collapsed beneath her, arms hugging her figure and head hid on her neck, breathing onto her. her hands were creating random drawings in his back, feeling more relaxed than ever. propping on one arm, jungkook looked at her very satisfied lover and smiled. leaving short but sweet kisses in her face, he heard her giggles and then her laugh full of love.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you”

they looked into each other's eyes, and they found a galaxy full of love. 

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[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ boxer!jungkook (3) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist closed

boxer jk x neuro doctor oc

valentines day

jealousy ? miscommunication ? light angst

note: 2 more parts and then we're done !! crazy that i srsly started this jus when bad habit is coming up like WHAT pls someone tell me to chill.

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jungkook slams his car doors and rushes through the hospital doors. 

he moves fast and swiftly, hoping that catching you at 5PM wouldn’t be too late. he weaves through the sterile hallways, pulse high in his throat. the bouquet in his hands trembles slightly, a contrast to his steady, calloused fingers. the bouquet is simple. it really hit him at the flower shop that he doesn’t even know your favourite colour yet. that sent him through a very mild (but still valid) panic attack. 

he chose to trust whatever the flouriest suggested (and what he felt was right).

white roses with dyed lilac baby’s breaths to fill he spaces between. the bouquet looks like something that belongs in your hands. it feels like too much and not enough all at once—it’s perfect.

as he gets lost in his thoughts, jungkook nearly collides with namjoon by the nurse’s station.

"jungkook?—what—" namjoon stares at him, then at his hands. "are you okay? why are you here? what are those?"

jungkook swallows, glancing at the flowers, then back up. 

"it's valentine's day," he says, breathless. "it's a long shot, i know... but i—"

his voice tapers off. 

from the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you stepping out of an on-call room. you’re stretching, arms lifting above your head, a small yawn slipping past your lips. he takes a step forward instinctively—only to stop cold when another figure emerges behind you.

the guy is close. closer than jungkook wants. almost as close as he has ever been to you. the mans head dips low, murmuring something in your ear. and you—

you laugh. 

easily, effortlessly. 

something warm and unguarded. something real.

jungkook's fingers tighten around the bouquet, stems pressing into his palm. 

fuck, he thinks to himself. that’s unfair. 

it's so fucking unfair. 

getting you to smile is hard enough. he’s spent months chipping away at the walls you keep up, collecting crumbs of your attention like a starved man, and here that man with the same white coat and navy blue scrubs is, making you laugh like it’s second nature… like it's easy.

namjoon shifts beside him, following his gaze.

"that's doctor min yoongi," namjoon offers after a beat. "he and doctor ___ have been working on a case together. he's in peds—his four-year-old patient has been having really bad seizures."

jungkook forces himself to blink, to breathe. "is the kid doing okay?"

"yeah. the kid is in good hands. those two are a good team."

"yeah?" jungkook croaks, his voice coming off sharper than intended. "are they… dating?"

namjoon shrugs. 

"dunno," he answers jungkook simply. then, namjoon’s pager beeps. he checks it before patting jungkook’s shoulder and excusing himself. soon, namjoon disappears down the hall. 

yet, jungkook barely notices namjoon leave. 

because now, you’ve spotted him.

your eyes meet his, and for a split second, he wants to convince himself that something flickers across your face—surprise, maybe. something softer. something for him.

want?

he should leave. 

he should turn around, toss the bouquet in the nearest trash bin, pretend this never happened. but before he can, you’re walking toward him, feet moving quicker the closer you get.

he grips the bouquet tighter.

"hey," you greet him sleepily. "are you in for something today?"

jungkook wants to be cheeky. he wants to tease you, to get your attention, to keep it. he wants to press his forehead against your shoulder and breathe you in. he wants to kick the floor like a child, ball his fists, demand you look at him the way you just looked at yoongi.

instead, he clears his throat. 

"no," he admits. "it's the 14th."

"it is."

"happy valentine’s day."

you huff a small laugh. "happy valentine’s day. are those for—"

"you."

your eyes widen slightly. "me?"

"you."

he thrusts the bouquet forward, watching as you take it, fingers brushing against his. the touch is fleeting, barely there, but it makes something in his chest clench.

then—

"what's this?"

yoongi.

his presence is sudden and unwelcome (to jungkook). he stands just a little too close, his voice warm, his smile easy. jungkook watches, stiff, as yoongi extends a hand.

"hi, i'm yoongi. are you—"

"he's namjoon's patient," you answer before jungkook can. "i covered joon’s shift, like, six months ago and treated him."

yoongi nods, humming. before he can say anything else, his pager beeps. a second later, yours does too. 

jungkook hates this. it feels so slow and painful. why does it feel like this? why does he suddenly feel like shit? is this even… jealousy? it doesn’t feel like it. 

no. 

it just feels like he’s losing. 

defeat.

"shit," yoongi mutters, glancing at the screen. "take your time with…?"

"jungkook," he completes yoongi’s sentence. for some reason, it comes off sharp and dry. even you notice because you look at him questionably. 

"jungkook," yoongi repeats, offering a small smile. "nice meeting you. see you in a bit, ___."

yoongi places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. you smile at him and murmur; “see you.” then, yoongi walks off. once he’s out of sight, you exhale, turn and tap the bouquet against jungkook’s arm gently. he looks at you and for a moment, you feel like the world shifted.

this is the first time you're face to face with him with no bruise or scrape. his hair looks freshly showered and he's in a black hoodie that makes you wonder if you'd look good in it.

shit.

he's fucking handsome.

"hey," you start, hesitating. you tone is soft and comes off as a whisper to him. jungkook knows what you're about to say and braces himself for the goodbye. "i gotta go and catch up with him. there's this kid—"

"yeah," jungkook cuts in, forcing a grin. "go."

you smile at him and hesitate again. it’s weird… it’s like you want to do something—hug him, maybe, or reach for his hand. instead, you swallow, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. though you said you have to leave, your body stays still. 

like it’s waiting for more of him. 

just as you’re about to reach for him, jungkook cuts the silence with words you didn’t expect him to say.

"i thought you said you don’t date doctors."

jungkook doesn’t know why or how they slip out of his mouth. they just do. truthfully, he struggles to figure out if this was the wrong move… but it’s too late. he has to commit to it now. 

you blink, lips parting slightly.

jungkook steps back. "you know what? i gotta go too. happy valentine’s day, ___."

"wait, jungkook—"

but he’s already turning. already walking away, steps fast, jaw tight, heart twisting in a way he doesn’t know how to name.

5 minutes. that's all he got with you today.

is that all he'll ever get? is this it? is this the closest he'll be to you? just a patient—not even yours. namjoon's patient.

fuck.

jungkook hisses as he exits the hospital. he gets into his car and grips the steering wheel tightly as he starts the engine and drives back to the ring.

and you stand there, confused and annoyed at yourself…

partly because you didn’t even get the chance to say thank you for the flowers and partly because you can’t believe the bouquet is lilac. 

your favourite colour.

[jksarchives]

YOONGI

❖ mic drop — by @ve1vetyoongi

when underground rapper min yoongi uncovers the dirty secret behind his biggest rival, your brother and hip hop champion kim namjoon’s success, he is determined to take home this year’s mic drop contest trophy no matter who he hurts along the way. you’re behind the camera, content with capturing namjoon’s picture perfect persona from the sidelines but when his hard-faced enemy Gloss, makes you realise you could be more than just the point and shoot, you start to feel your loyalties shifting. | 29k [s, a, f]

❖ because of me — by @taexual

Yoongi never thought dreams held any value, so, after waking up from a nightmare, he was simply annoyed he didn’t get a good night’s sleep. He had no idea his nightmare would come true. | 3.7k [a]

❖ back-burner — by @yoonpobs

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete? | series [a, s, f]

❖ punch drunk — by @joonbird

Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness. | 33k [a, s]

❖ untitled — by @here2bbtstrash

yoongi fingering you til you squirt. | 4.8k [s]

❖ we don’t talk together — by @yoonpobs

it's hard to say it's over. | 2.8k [a]

❖ adrift — by @dumpywrites

He only comes to sleep with you and you accept because your heart allows you to. | ? [a, f, a]

❖ till the end of the line — by @kimvvantae

the world has ended and everything you have ever loved died with it. now, you have nothing but a gunshot, an old van, and most importantly - him. | 11k [a]

❖ the early shift — by @hobidreams

21.4k | [a, f, s]

❖ love language — by @gukslut

Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have. | 5.3k [a, f, s]

❖ what do you look like when your lie? — @ugh-yoongi

“i grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true.” | 7.7k [a]

❖ fail-safe — @jiminrings

growing up, your brother's best friend always berated you for not having a passion in life outside of loving him from afar. when yoongi leaves everything he's ever known for everything he's ever wanted, trying to move on from him becomes your biggest aspiration. | series [a, f]

❖ interlude — by @yoongiofmine

All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with. | series [a, s, f]

❖ slide — by @back2bluesidex

You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline. | series [a, s]

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 4.5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: porn with some plot kinda, this yoongi is very horny and is a very methodical masturbator (?) in the way he set the mood for himself (could be canon, amirite), let’s fix that boner you left him with, and let’s soothe your weary minds from that Dispatch article, POV switch after the article headline, idk if you know that one video of yoongi in d-day during the piano break in life goes on he does this thing with his tongue… it’s written in here somewhere

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.5k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: December 15, 2024

✎ ˎˊ˗ A/N: Surprise! I kid you not, this was written within a span of like 8 hours? So if it sucks, that’s probably why, lol. Lucky for y’all I am too impatient to wait for notes milestones before I upload the next part, so here you go. 🎁 Also, @glossdebut, you know what you did. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Masterlist

“Fuck me…” Yoongi sighs, leaning further back into the computer chair. He runs both hands through his hair as the preliminary pinpricks of pleasure makes his cock spring to life under his sweatpants.

His phone is now propped on his half-empty coffee mug, of which the screen—maxed out in its brightness settings—is projecting the photo you sent through its 2x dynamic galaxy amoled display—of which his dick would personally like to thank his Samsung sponsors.

He is so horny he might just die if he doesn’t get off in the next five minutes. 

It’s your fault. Of course, it is.

God you’re so fucking sexy, do you even know that? Do you even realize what you do to him? He is literally about to masturbate in his multi-million won worth studio to the pitiful pixels you have afforded him with.

He stands up, curses you under his breath as he pulls his pants down to pool around his ankles. He drops to his chair, about to slip a clammy hand inside his boxers when he decides to adjust the view juuuust a little, zooming the photo closer…closer…  and that’s it.

Just the view he needs. (Sue him for having astigmatism.)

He grabs the aircon remote and adjusts the temp to a balmy 24 ‘cause it’d be hella annoying if he can’t get hard because his studio is an igloo.

Some velvety track with soft percussions filter out from his speakers.

A pump of lube from his hidden drawer, wet wipes at the ready for the inevitable clean up, and he’s off to the fuckin’ races. 

His fist wraps the base of his cock, coating his entire shaft with the gel. It's cold, but it immediately warms up to his body temperature as his palm slides up and down his semi. 

Greedy eyes rake your body on his phone screen. Your tits. They’re a vision. He can see just the ghost of your nipples, peaking in the slightest way against your silky top and suddenly his mouth is dry. What would they look like if they’re not hiding from him? For sure they’re puffy. Pretty jet-puffed marshmallows that he’s gonna be putting in his mouth and sucking until you’re falling apart and creaming with just that. He smirks. Yeah, he could do that.

He tugs at his cock faster, licking his bottom lip as he imagines the texture of your pebbled nipples against his tongue. He shivers, increasing the pace of his ministrations, cock now fully hard.

Back to the photo.

Huh. You knew what you were doing—squeezing your breast with your hand. The way the mound of flesh is about to spill over, and your areola is just kissing the edge of the fabric is actually killing him. It’s diabolical. Pure torture.

Had you been here, he’s scooping out that breast, the one you’re holding out to him, so it’s hanging generously from your top, wobbling as he bounces you on his fat dick. 

He feels his eyes crossing, caught in the spell of the hypnotic movements playing out in his mind. He moves his hand faster, cock throbbing and aching for release.

But he’s not there yet.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi lets himself sink back into the memory, rewinding the moments from just hours ago. The sensation of your weight against him is the first thing he recalls—the way your ass fits so perfectly in his lap, warm and soft, like you were made to be there. The way your body had melted into his touch, so pliant, so eager, grinding slightly like you were inviting him to ruin you, and he was more than willing to oblige.

Your lips—he can still taste them if he focuses hard enough—sweet, intoxicating, like the lingering memory of his favorite whisky. And your neck, the way it arched so perfectly for him, leaving him no choice but to press his mouth against it, the faint hint of your skin still ghosting on his lips even now.

If he concentrates, he can almost smell you again, that sweet, delicate perfume that drove him insane. It’s like you’ve imprinted yourself on him. Or maybe it’s the faint traces of your scent that linger on his hoodie, the one you pressed yourself into while straddling him and he could feel the perfect ass against his crotch. 

The thought is enough to send his pulse ticking faster, his head leaning back against the chair as a low, frustrated groan escapes him. He needs you. Fervently. Urgently. Needs you like he has never needed another person ever. 

Jaw slack, tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth, he imagines licking your nipples from side to side and his mouth stretches into a smile. He can almost hear you moan oh yoongi and wow what an ego boost to have you unraveling for him when in reality it’s he who is actually unraveling in his own damn hands. His cock is getting heavier, balls tighter at his impending demise. He tugs and tugs, collecting some of the lube that gathered on the base and pushing it back towards his angry tip, concentrating his movements there.

You’re not in the room but you might as well be with the way your name keeps tumbling from his lips. He is whining like a little bitch in heat, but he doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t had a satisfying jerk-off like this in a while. He can’t even remember sex being this good. Nothing remotely like the way this fog of lust has him ascending to another plane of existence right now, because you’re so fucking sexy and so good to him and he likes you so damn much and suddenly he’s coming, warm spurts of cum oozes from his throbbing cock decorating his fingers like the rings he used to wear to the knuckle, and fuck he’s still going, there’s so much and god dammit his boxers are soaked but it feels phenomenal.

Chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, he stares at his ceiling, waiting for his heart rate to slow down.

Not long after, he laughs at his stupidity, pulling a wipe from the packet and proceeds to clean up. He sobers up from his horny thoughts, but not by a whole lot. Not when the photo that started it all is still bright and beautiful from his phone. Shit. He cannot wait to fuck you for real. 

Little did he know, something was gonna fuck him up come morning.

AllKpop Scoop:

Confirmed: SUGA of BTS Dating Actress Lee Sung Kyung

Eagle-eyed fans are convinced the duo has been hiding their relationship in plain sight, pointing to their undeniable chemistry during a past Suchwita episode, where sparks were reportedly flying between the two.

The story was everywhere. News sites, entertainment shows, gossip columns, social media—each one milking it for all it was worth. 

Darling of the press, K-drama royalty, multi-awarded thespian Lee Sung Kyung, had resurfaced from her mysterious hiatus, and of course, the headlines couldn’t resist pairing her name with “infamous idol Min Yoongi.” You roll your eyes so far back your head they almost didn’t come back.

The South Korean media was having an absolute field day.

And as much as it hurt to see it, your first instinct wasn’t to dwell on the sting of the rumors. It was to scan every word, every post, every thread, checking if Haneul had been dragged into the mess.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been. You’d be devastated if your little sarang had been implicated in any of these stories. You don’t know the first thing about how to protect the poor baby from these trolls, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

The photo that sparked the frenzy was everywhere—a shot of Sung Kyung leaving Yoongi’s Hannam apartment. That was it. No Yoongi, no Haneul, not even a hint of context. Never mind that the building housed countless tenants or that there was zero proof they were together. It was enough to send the internet spiraling into speculation.

You were scrolling through the comments under one of the reposts, your stomach churning at the sheer creativity of the assumptions being thrown around, when your screen suddenly switched to an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You didn’t hesitate, swiping to pick up almost immediately.

“Sarang,” he starts, his voice soft and familiar, like he already knows he needs to tread lightly. Bro’s really starting with the buttering up.

“Where’s Han?” Was your first question.

“My parents drove him up to Daegu this morning. It’s better if he’s there for now.”

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temple as you sit back. “Just answer one question, Yoongi: is it true or not?”

“It’s a big fuckin’ lie,” he says without missing a beat, his voice steady and firm. “None of it is true.”

“So it’s all bullshit?”

“YES.” he replies emphatically.

The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, and you exhale, nodding to yourself. This is fine for now. “Okay.”

“Okay?” There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasn’t expecting you to let it go so easily.

“Yes. Just get your ass here by 7 and not a minute later.” You say, firm.

A pause. Then, with the faintest hint of a chuckle, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

Part Five >

A/N: So???? I don't know what that first part was. It just took a life of its own. Anyway, as per ush, please let me know what you thought about the chapter. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this, you lovely, beautiful human xo

See you in the next half! :)

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jungkook fic recs pt. 1

main masterlist - jungkook fic recs pt 2 - - jungkook fic recs pt. 3

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

romantic dreams - ( @kooktrash ) yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - ( @aajjks ) yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

yours insanely - ( @smileyoongle ) yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you, so interesting to read

darknet - ( @darkestcorners ) yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - ( @ctrlsht ) yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

bunnytalk - ( @woncon ) bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - ( @bonny-kookoo  ) e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - ( @blublublujk ) smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

your eyes tell - ( @angellesword ) soulmate au, angst, fluff, happy ending, artist!jk, lawyer!reader, "you live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?" a whole 2020 throwback, we don´t see fics with multiple chapters often, back then they were so good, like this one!

obsessed with your scent - ( @angelguk ) soulmate au, alpha werewolf!jk, omega!reader. jeongguk’s obsessed with your scent but he doesnt know he’s your mate bc you take suppressants. PLEASEEE I NEED A MOVIEEE, miss author you really made my 2020 better, thank you and ily

you make him go crazy - ( @onlyswan ) fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - ( @nochukoo97 ) fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

screw up; over wine - ( @koocycle ) finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better - ( @jaykaysthicthighs ) angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

couple questions with vogue - ( @kjdkive ) fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - ( @jeonsweetpea ) fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - ( @thvhoe ) boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - ( @nochukoo97 ) he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - ( @onlyswan ) now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - ( @kooktrash ) boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

daft pretty boy - ( @jeonqkooks ) basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - ( @ohjeon ) strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - ( @kookslastbutton ) e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - ( @jjungxkook ) game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - ( @7deadlysinsfics ) idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

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Favorites Fic Recs 4

was supposed to post this a long time ago but tumblr didn't save...this got a little long, apologies (or you're welcome?)

Kim Seokjin

Replacement (@akinnie75)

The truth untold (@vminity21)

The flower bridge (@yoongsisbae)

Fall for me (@ebonyinktea)

Cinnamon bliss (@yoonia)

Glazed and dazed (@floralseokjin)

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Thank you to all of the wonderful writers, ily <3

[mkt808]

Knockout Romance Prologue

Jungkook is a famous boxer, constantly in the spotlight, with his every move scrutinized by the press. Recently, his career and personal life have been under intense media pressure, and in an effort to manage his public image and avoid scandal, Jungkook's management suggests he enter a fake relationship with someone to divert attention away from his complicated romantic past. Enter Sakura, his best friend's little sister, an intelligent and composed English professor who's just ended her engagement. Sakura is eager to distance herself from the gossip surrounding her broken engagement, and she agrees to the fake dating arrangement, though reluctantly, as it gives her a chance to regain control over her life.

[indigolover97]

New fic just posted!!

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: reader is a lil mean but not really, teasing, edging, soft dom reader, I’m not very proud of this

Dom!werewolf reader putting sub!vampire bf on a leash.

He’d been so bratty lately, not listening and getting on your nerves… so you decided to show him what being a little brat gets him.

You collared him, attaching a leash. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as you cooed over him, your tail wagging.

“Oh, you have nothing to say now, hmm? All that big talk earlier and now you’re quiet?”

He hissed as you tugged on his leash, his bulge rubbing against your fat, wet cunt. “Aww… you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you? But brats don’t get what they want.”

You grabbed his collar, forcing him to look up at you as he helpless rutted whining.

“Please… I’m sorry for acting out… wanna cum inside so bad…”

Usually you’d give in, let him breed you to his hearts content… but you had been spoiling him rotten, allowing him to drink from you as he came.

“Mmm… I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

You continued to tug on his leash, causing him to tear up from the overstimulation while a wet spot formed on his boxers.

“Aww, did my baby just cum without permission?”

He whimpered, nearly crying out as your fingertip grazed his crotch. “Y-yes… I’m sorry, it was just too good…”

“Too good? Just some friction can have you cumming in your boxers? Such a sensitive, dumb little thing… and you think you get to be a brat to me?”

You straddled him, your bare pussy hovering over his fully erect cock. The vampire whined, cock bobbing with need as he tried to control himself.

“Please… I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being a brat… I wnat it… I want you…”

You cooed over him, letting his tip kiss your wet cunt. “Aww… you’re sorry? My sweet baby, tell me what you want, okay?”

Soft pants echoed through the room as he looked up at you with hazy eyes, his hands trembling as they reached for your hips.

“Please… please lemme inside you… wanna cum inside, wanna feel your warmth…”

He nearly yelped at the sudden feeling of your walls surrounding him as you sat on his cock.

“That’s all you had to say…”

——————

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The Moon Knows Our Secrets (2) - Final

Exes to Lovers!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!OC | Soulmate!AU 

genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers, vampire/werewolf hybrid (emphasis on werewolf), soulmates, forced proximity

rating: explicit

description: He doesn’t remember loving you. How could he, when you’re the one who erased his memories? You run into him a year later at a wedding. The year after that he’s reported missing and you go off to find him. Then you wonder: did he ever forget you?

word count: 17.7k

warnings (SPOILERS!!!): tension, resentment, fight scenes (nothing too graphic), Boxer!JK, injuries, blood, spying, drama with exes, arguing, underground cage fighting with ill intentions, OC and JK wrestle for control when he goes into his rut, a magic spell gone wrong, biting, JK and OC's POVs are included, HAPPY ENDING

smut warnings (tread carefully): masturbation (male), JK later goes into his RUT, kissing, unprotected sex, thigh job, oral sex (male and female receiving), scratching, rough sex, face-fucking, standing sex, knotting, creampies, dirty talk, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, hickies, nipple play, tummy bulge, lots of cum, marking, doggystyle, slight breeding kink (no pregnancy), slight dumbification, pain kink, brief mentions of anal, chains, hand jobs

a/n: This is an epilogue for my series Moonstruck (inspired by TVD), but it can be read as a STAND-ALONE! You do not have to read Moonstruck (but it will be more satisfying if you have 😉). This is the most smut I've written in a while and I tried out a new writing style too. I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and asks always make my day, thank you! Or if you prefer AO3, I post there too.

| Part 1 | Part 2

Six Months Later…

Another unknown number. You stare at your phone on the motel bed like the device is an uninvited guest as you step out of the bathroom, scrunching a towel around your damp hair. The clock on the wall reads midnight. 

Maybe it’s a client?

The call disappears before you can answer it, reverting to the lock screen—the wedding group picture from last year. You had cropped it where it showcases only you and Jungkook. It’s a tad pixelated from being zoomed in so much, but the same deer-in-the-headlights expression pokes through on both of your faces. He was holding you in a dip position because you had almost fallen. The memory makes you smile every time, and you need a little joy in this dreary room. 

You sit on the bed and the phone rings again, as if on cue. The towel is cast aside as you answer it, tapping the button for speaker mode. 

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss [Y/N]?”

Even your alarm clock can’t get you out of bed this fast. You’re up on your feet, placing the phone against your ear as your heart rate spikes. There’s no way. That deep, smooth voice was unmistakable, especially when it used to whisper the filthiest things in your ear. “Y-Yes, this is her. Who is this?”

As if you don’t already know. “I’m Officer Kim Taehyung, Headmaster Kim gave me your number.”

What’s the latest phone model in store? Because you’re seconds away from shattering the current one in your hands. Or maybe you should redirect your anger around Namjoon’s neck instead. You kept your words steady as you said, “Oh, I see. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I’m so sorry to call you at this hour, but I’m worried about a… a friend of mine,” he says. His hesitation on the “friend” label piques your interest. “I haven’t been able to reach him in a couple of weeks. I’m worried he’s gone missing.”

Wait. He’s an officer now? 

“If an officer such as yourself hasn’t been able to find him, that is worrisome. I’m assuming your friend is supernatural. Because that’s kind of all I do…”

“Yes, of course. He’s a hybrid.”

Your heart is lodged in your throat, unable to force the things you want to scream out. You had to take a deep breath before asking in a low voice, depicting how serious this is, “He’s a what?”

“A hybrid. Do you… know him?”

Do I know him… what a stupid question. You roll your eyes as if he could see you through the phone. “Text me everything you have on him. I’ll find him.”

“How?”

“Are you questioning my skills? I said I’ll find him.”

You hang up after that and collapse flat on your back, the mattress squeaking from your weight. You shouldn’t be so harsh on him; the poor man wasn’t up to date with all that’s happened. It’s not like he would know your history with Jungkook. Or you, for that matter. You made sure of that.

A buzz from your phone snaps you from your thoughts.

KTH: His name is Jeon Jungkook. His last known location was his apartment up north. I’ll send you the address and a picture.

He’s a man of his word, as the next text contains a map with the location marked by a round red pushpin. As much as you want to cremate Namjoon, Taehyung has given you the first lead you’ve had in months. If anything happened to Jungkook, you’d never forgive yourself. 

*Bzz*

Well, that’s new. It’s a picture of Jungkook under a white duvet, his arm bent, his head propped on his hand. Most of his body was covered, but the amount of skin showing at the junction between his neck and shoulder lets you know he is naked. Or at most, shirtless. Both are equally hot options if you have anything to say about it. 

His lips are pressed together into a coy smile, but his eyes are screaming “fuck me.” Like a personal challenge. 

KTH: Oops. I didn’t mean to send that picture.

You: It’s fine. I got the jist of what he looks like.

Why he has such a suggestive photo of Jungkook in the first place was concerning, but not enough for you to press further. 

Jungkook’s Point of View

My guard is up as my opponent swings his fists. His moves have zero technique, relying solely on blind rage as he tries to knock me out. Too bad I was quicker than him, playing the defensive first while I decided the best way to secure my victory. 

As we shuffle around the caged ring, the burly man in front of me grows impatient, like a bull taunted by a red cape. The more he charged, the more I dodged. He hasn’t gotten a single hit in, which only spurs the crowd to cheer louder for me. 

My heart is battering around in my rib cage, excited from the adrenaline rush. Having the spotlight on me, adoring fans, and exerting my muscles makes me feel alive. I don’t focus on anything else. I can’t. If I want to win, I transform whatever turmoil brews inside me into determination.

The rules are simple: no weapons, no biting, only fists and feet. Classic brawl style. We may be wolves, but there are boundaries, or our pride would cause a full-on slaughter.

The guy in front of me is drenched in sweat, and I see how his movements slowed—he was getting tired. It was time for me to go on the offensive.

I launch a kick, aiming for his right side. He caught it without even blinking, earning a choral gasp from the audience. They assume I’m in a bind, but I focus all my strength on my other leg and smack the dude across the face at lightning speed. He fell with a resounding thud, but I don’t wait for him to regain balance. 

I hit him with all I got—jab, cross, jab, cross. Right hook, left hook. He cowered in the corner like a bitch and I knee him in the gut. It was like watching a boulder topple over, his pride smashed into smithereens. Throwing my arms up, I circle the cage to pump up morale. The crowd bangs their fists against the enclosure as I roar. The referee begins the countdown from ten. 

Another victory added to my streak. Maybe I’ll treat myself and get laid tonight. I can smell the eager ones in the room and when I first got here, I always turned them down to be modest. Fuck that. I’m finally going to do it. 

I scan the room for potential suitors when my eyes land on her. It was like tunnel vision where everyone else was blacked out and she was the light at the end. I’m nothing but a moth to her flame, so gobsmacked that I rub my eyes to ensure I wasn’t seeing things. 

When I come to, she’s gone. There’s no way. 

I worked so hard to get over her. Is my brain so fucked that it’s starting to make me hallucinate? It seems years of therapy did absolutely nothing. Thanks, Jin.

Next thing I know the big guy recovers and tackles me to the ground. He got a good hit in; I tasted blood. There was no time to dwell on a figment of my imagination. My thirst for victory shouldn’t be underestimated as I swing my fist square in his jaw. I wasn’t going down that easy. 

Yikes. That’s a doozy.

I’ve been examining my face for five minutes now, hating how he split my lip open. Oh well. It’ll heal soon enough and I sent him home with far worse. 

That was the last fight of the night, so I had the locker room all to myself. The staff went home after sending the customers on their way. I go to my locker, type in the combination, and pull out a spare change of clothes and a towel. 

I head to the shower, placing my things on the bench. I undress, the first thing being my tank top, which had splotches of blood stained on the white fabric. Most of it wasn’t mine anyway, thankfully. I remove my shorts, discarding them in the same pile as my top. 

I enter the shower and close the curtain, turning the water onto the hottest setting. Once it hits my skin, I throw my head back and feel my muscles release its tension as I bask in the warmth. I tilt my head forward to get my hair damp when thoughts of her creep into my mind. 

It felt real. She looked real. I remembered everything about her appearance from head to toe even if I only saw her briefly. 

Her hair was dyed now to a color that suited her features. She had minimal makeup on that further enhanced her natural beauty. Her body was adorned in black skinny jeans where the seams were in front, matching her black combat boots and leather jacket. Underneath was a short-sleeved v-neck, her cleavage prominent and so inviting. Ugh. I shouldn’t be thinking about her in such a way, but where was I supposed to look? Her push-up bra was doing god’s work. 

Man, I’m so pathetic. I shouldn’t lust over her. She left me not once, but twice. What’s worse is she doesn’t know I remember everything. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept vervain on me that day. Would my life have turned out better? 

I dispense some body wash into my hands, lathering it between my palms before rubbing my torso. My hands trail down to my groin area, and I thoroughly clean it because sweaty balls are such a turn-off. But then I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, stroking it slowly. 

It looks like I’m washing it, but I already know what’s coming next. Memories of her are like shards of glass I can’t remove, embedded so deep that it scars. I reminisce about our past. How it felt to touch her, kiss her, love her. Her sweet moans, her soft breasts, her addictive scent. I’m palming myself and shuddering. Unlike her, my hands are calloused, but I pretend I have her soft touch.

I close my eyes and fantasize. I’d tear her clothes off with my bare teeth, mark all over her chest with my lips, turn her around, and take her. Indulge in my primitive urges and teach her a lesson. God, I wanted to fuck someone tonight, anyone, but my mind defaults to her. 

The soap makes it easy to glide my hand up and down my cock. I’m going much faster now, my breaths more ragged. No one’s here anyway. So I moan. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I just need to come and get this out of my system. 

I’m about to finish when there’s a gasp outside my stall. My entire body stills and I don’t take a moment to ask “Who’s there?” like the stupid idiots you see in horror movies. I think about what to do next and then commit. 

After turning off the water, I pull the curtain back and step out. I glance to my left to see the shower stall at the end has its curtain closed. It wasn’t like that before. 

I put on my boxers because I sure as hell wasn’t going to face this intruder naked. I plan to charge in there and drag him out without saying a word. Other than the sound of my footsteps, it’s eerily quiet. I reach my hand out, but as soon as I’m about to grab the curtain, the shower turns on. 

I hesitate, wondering if I’m about to be an asshole who’s about to expose an innocent soul out in the open. Before I built my reputation, I was jumped for being the new guy multiple times. That stopped after the third guy went home with three broken ribs though, but I can never be too careful. Some people were sore losers.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

Great. I’m not only stupid but polite. I’m sure the person behind the curtain will slit my throat any moment, so I better act fast. I grab the curtain and attempt to pull it, but it’s stuck. 

Or rather, someone is holding it still. I yank harder this time, but they refuse to budge. I use both hands, gripping it extra tight, and tug with all my might until the sound of torn fabric echoes in the room, revealing the culprit.

The person I thought I healed from, the one I once thought I would heal with, is standing right before me, her eyes as wide as mine. I can’t think straight, so my body moves without permission as I charge forward, pinning her to the wall face first. I have her arms pinned behind her back, catching my breath when I realized what I had done. 

I don’t want her to look at me. Because then I’d have to accept the fact that she’s real. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Your Point of View

Where do you start? Do you tell him you tracked him down to the countryside and climbed down a creepy cellar door behind a barn only to find out he was an underground cage fighter? Or explain how you followed him to the locker rooms hoping to get a word with him until you tripped on your shoelaces? 

It’s difficult to decide when he’s got your arms twisted behind your back. They were getting sore. 

“I–I heard you were missing,” you say, wary of your next choice of words. “Can you please let me go?”

You attempt to move, but he holds your wrists with one hand while using the other one to render your head immobile. He uses enough force to press your cheek against the cold tile.

“I didn’t say you could move,” he warned, his voice laced with venom. “Congratulations, you found me. I’m no longer missing.”

“And you’re a cage fighter?”

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re cheating. This place is only for werewolves and you’re a—”

He flips you around so quickly you almost get whiplash, your back pinned to the wall while he covers your mouth. He has a murderous glare, his jaw clenches, and the vein near his temple bulges out. “Be quiet. You never know who’s listening.”

Your eyes drink him in, ogling him unashamed because his beauty should have been illegal. His hair was damp, but you can tell it’s cut short now. He didn’t have any piercings in, his natural beauty was enough to make anyone fall to their knees—which is exactly what you wanted to do for him. But you don’t make a sound. 

You couldn’t help but notice the glorious sight of his inked sleeve. When did he get that many tattoos? You bet there was a story to each one, but before you can dwell on it, Jungkook shifts his hand from your mouth to your eyes. 

There’s a sense of deja vu from his actions. The last time he covered your eyes was to prevent you from compelling him two years ago. Following through with such a heartbreaking decision was difficult, but you believed it was for the best.

As for now? You’re not sure. 

“So you stalk me because you thought I was missing, follow me into the showers, and now you’re ogling me like a pervert?”

He got you there. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“If the roles were reversed, I’d look like some sick freak. You invaded my privacy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Let me ask you something, and I expect you to be honest: Were you listening to me earlier?” He saw you tuck your lower lip under your teeth like you wanted to seal the words shut. “Answer me. And don’t play dumb.”

“Yes,” you say, meek and pathetic. “I heard you.”

You can’t see him, but his eyes are crazed like he doesn’t know how to act around you. “And did you like what you heard?” He closes the gap between your bodies, his bare chest barely brushing against yours. His lips are ghosting across your own as he continues. “You like hearing me get off like some sick freak? Is that what you are? A fucking pervert?”

“N-No…” You don’t sound convincing in the slightest. 

His hot breath fans across your face. “I didn’t even get to finish.”

You gulp. “I… I could help you finish…”

Before your hand has a chance to sneak over to his lower region, he snatches it. “You aren’t allowed to touch me.”

“Technically, you touched me first.”

“Bratty now, are we? Don’t be flattered. I’d rather touch myself.” He releases your wrist, but his other hand is in the same spot, obstructing your sight. “I’m going to jerk off and you’re going to stand there until I’m finished.”

“What?”

“You heard me. And you’re going to keep hearing me until I’m satisfied. Understand?”

The constant steam from the shower was nearing the point of suffocation, but his words were far deadlier. “Okay.”

“Hands behind your back. I don’t want you tempted. Perverts like you can’t be trusted.”

You have to scold yourself for igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach from his slander, but you obey. Though you can’t see him, you hear the soft smacking sounds of him jerking his cock, surprised at how quickly he was to start.

If you had your sight, you’d be able to see how he is staring at your lips, wishing more than anything he could kiss you. How his eyes trail down to your cleavage and how the droplets of water made them look more enticing. His mind is racing a mile a minute through all his fantasies of how he’d take you, punish you, torment you until you were begging to come. As much as he does want to fuck you, you’re so damn gorgeous that admiring you was enough. 

His moans sound like soft sobs the closer he approaches his climax, his hand speeding up. It’s erotic, whiny, and sexy when he’s so desperate. He’s grunting through gritted teeth, panting like he’s running out of breath. You wonder if he makes the same noises when he’s working out. 

Fuck, you’d give anything to see him now. But his intentions were clear. You were to be still until he was finished. 

“Does this turn you on?” he asks, his voice shaky. He lays his chin on your shoulder, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “I’m close.”

He lets out a choked gasp, whispering “fuck, fuck, fuck” as he pumps himself as fast as he can, reaching his high and submitting to the pleasure. It’s unbelievably erotic and he comes in his hand, catching the spurts of cum. He pulls back and stares at your lips again.

“Open.” Your mouth obeys willingly and he shoves two of his cum-soaked fingers inside. You close your lips around them, sucking them clean and savoring his taste. It’s bitter and slightly salty, but you welcome it. “Good girl.”

The praise brings a grin to your face. He rinses his hand under the water, turns it off, and finally releases his hold on you. You see the large expanse of his back as he walks away, almost drooling at his size. He slips on a loose black T-shirt, sweatpants, and slides. 

He looks over his shoulder. “Do you need clothes?” 

The question makes your heart swell. “I’m good.” 

Jungkook hears you mutter words similar to Latin. He turns around to see your necklace glow when you rub it between your thumb and forefinger. Your clothes dry in an instant, and he chuckles. “When did you learn magic?”

“I’ve had some free time.”

He peers down to your feet, letting out a heavy sigh as he walks over. Getting down on one knee, he ties your shoelace and you can’t help but melt. 

“I hope you have some free time now,” he says, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “I’m not done with you yet. We need to talk.”

It’s past 3 AM. The air is cool and crisp, carrying a faint scent of hay. Stars are twinkling in the clear night sky while the moon casts a silvery glow, illuminating silhouettes of barns in the distance. It’s quiet since folks are deep in their slumber, so walks home are usually serene. 

“Jungkook, wait up!”

Today’s an exception. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

You jog to catch up to his pace on the dirt road. He rolls his eyes but slows his steps, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Didn’t you say we needed to talk?”

He stops abruptly, and you almost bump into his mountainous form. “Okay. Talk. Why are you here? You made it clear the last time we met that you couldn’t stay.”

You fumble with your words, as your brain isn’t quite as speedy as your lips. “Well I… I wasn’t in my right mind then.”

“Did I hurt you?” Your expression softens when you see the concern in his features, those brown doe eyes so big and round that you can see your reflection in them. Had he spent all this time fearing the worst?

“No… not in the slightest. I left because I was embarrassed.”

“I don’t believe you. You looked at me like…” He closes his eyes as if the next words would pain him. “Like I was a mistake.”

“No!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “You are anything but a mistake.”

“Then why do I feel like you’re hiding something?” He invades your space, his large frame towering over yours. “Why are you really here, [Y/N]?”

This is your chance to tell him the truth. With one command, you can make him remember loving you and all the shared memories that came with it. You’re ready to love him the way he deserves, but the thing is… you’re not sure you deserve him. Consequences were in order and pain was inevitable. He’ll hate you. He’ll feel betrayed.

Panic takes charge, forming an excuse for you. “I told you… someone told me you went missing. I was worried.”

He raises an eyebrow, prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue like your answer was unsatisfactory. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

Jungkook drops his arms to his side. “Wow. That son of a…” He clasps a hand to his forehead, pacing back and forth in utter disbelief. “Guess I have two stalkers.”

“What exactly is Taehyung’s relationship to you?”

He stops and faces you, looking like you had offended him. “There is no relationship. There will never be a relationship, but he doesn’t seem to get that! God!”

You place your hands on your hips. “I don’t understand.”

He decides against elaborating but quickly changes his mind after seeing you use Taehyung to deflect.

“He’s an old roommate. We used to fuck. Okay?” Time seems to stop between you two but for an entirely different reason. You’re abhorred, unable to comprehend the fact your ex fucked your other ex. This must be the universe’s punishment for messing with their memories. Because the Jungkook you know would have never sought him out after everything Taehyung put you through.

You fucked my ex?! The dude who tried to kill you?! The guy who backstabbed us and harmed us?! Are you insane?!

You have to bite your tongue before the house of cards collapses. 

“I was experiencing my first rut. It was overwhelming. Not like I could fuck a human without hurting them. Permanently,” he adds, watching how your face morphs into one lost in thought. “What’s up?” 

You snap out of it. “Oh. Nothing. Before Taehyung, I went west because there were rumors of the ‘Cervix Splitter’ and thought…”

He stares at you, mouth agape as he points to himself. “You thought that was me?!”

“I don’t know!” you say, holding your hands out with your palms up. “I think they might have a serial killer loose… damn.”

“Can we please stick to the subject?” he asks, exasperation coating every word. You nod and gesture for him to continue. “Anyway, he and I ran into each other and one thing led to another. We were both hybrids with needs. It was a good arrangement, but then he got obsessive. Wanted a relationship. I said no.”

You give him a look of sympathy as you recall how Taehyung reacted when you broke up with him. Even though you erased your existence from his mind, it seems his obsessive tendencies lingered. Some things never change. “He didn’t like that very much, did he?”

“What do you think? I ran away, so he’d leave me alone. It worked for the past few months until you showed up.” He narrows his eyes into slits. “Did you tell him I was here?”

“No. He keeps texting me though.”

He points an accusatory finger at you. “You’re not going to tell him anything. Got it?”

“I won’t. But if you keep that tone up, I might reconsider,” you warn.

“And how would that benefit you? Do you know Taehyung?”

Unfortunately. “It’s my job to help those in need in the supernatural community.”

“What are you, the Scooby Doo gang?” He steps back to laugh. “Is this what you’ve been up to since you’ve left?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you scold. “Helping is what I do. I’m good at it. It clears my mind.”

“Okay. Then you can ‘help’ yourself out of here. Tell Taehyung you didn’t find me while I go home and rest. I’m exhausted.”

He dashes off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. You follow at once and encounter a quaint cottage surrounded by forestry. Jungkook waits at the front door, folding his arms across his chest.

“Do you need something else?” he asks. You swear you can see the cogs turning in his mind, unable to figure out what’s your angle.

“Are you going to continue fighting?” 

He shrugs. “Yeah. It’s a great stress reliever. Keeps me from…” His eyes flit to your lips for a brief second. “... overthinking. Plus I get great perks. Respect. Fans. Money.”

“You don’t need money.”

“I know, but it’s a power trip having it. Besides, people bet on me. I’d hate to let my loyal benefactors down.”

You mirror his stance, folding your arms as displeasure passes your face. “You’re a hybrid. It’s a given you’ll win every fight and that’s not fair to their pack.”

“Only if they find out.” You’re about to counteract his argument, but he beats you to it. “Look. Boxing’s my thing. I enjoy the rush it gives me. Exerting my muscles, feeling that sweet burn, and fighting until my body gives out—it’s addicting. I feel alive.”

His eyes shimmer with every word he speaks like he was putting on a speech to inspire high school kids. It only brings you more dread when there’s a confession on the tip of your tongue. 

“Well… do you have to box here?”

“I like it here. Now if you don’t mind…”

He pulls out his keys, turns around, and inserts them into the lock. You nibble on your thumbnail, scrambling to come up with another excuse. Once he enters, you use your enhanced speed and invite yourself in. 

“Can I stay?” you ask, quick to shut the door. He chuckles, impressed by your tenacity.

“What is with you? Don’t you have a Cervix Splitter to catch? Please leave.”

The words bubble up in your throat, forcefully coming to the surface like word vomit. “You can’t stay here!”

The outburst garners his undivided attention as he stares at you dumbfounded like there is Wii music playing in the background. “Why?”

“There’s some people who know you’re a hybrid…” you reveal, your voice reduced to a mere squeak.

“What did you say?” he asks through gritted teeth. You don’t reply and he repeats himself, this time with a lower volume, which spooks you more than if he was shouting. “What did you do?”

“When I came here to find you, I asked if anyone saw you. I showed them a picture and told them you’re a hybrid. Thought it’d make it faster…” You let out a small laugh. “I was kinda right…”

Jungkook looks like he’s at a crossroads of whether to hate you or murder you. Or both. “Why would you expose me like that?”

“I didn’t know it was a secret.” He lifts his fist at an angle toward the door, and you wait for him to slam it down in anger. However, he sighs and lowers his hand slowly, splaying his fingers against the wood. You blink twice, choosing your next words carefully. “I don’t understand. Why would you hide the fact you’re a hybrid?”

He holds onto the sides of his head like he is about to rip his hair out. “Oh, I don’t know,” Sarcasm is dripping in every word. “Did you forget how your grandparents tried to kill us when they discovered your existence?”

What did he say?

His hands drop down by his side as do yours. Realization dawns upon you two, the world coming to a screeching halt. Shock renders you immobile as the gears in your head try to turn, but they’re overwhelmed by the million questions plaguing your mind. He shouldn’t know that. He shouldn’t remember that. Unless… he never forgot.

“You remember me… You remember everything,” you say in a breathy tone. You should’ve seen it coming, especially with how he acted at the wedding. “How do you—“

“I had vervain on me,” he confesses without the slightest remorse. 

You take a small step back, almost stumbling. “So this whole time… you never forgot me? You knew what I did and didn’t say anything? You slept with Taehyung?!”

“That’s what you got from this? That’s what you choose to focus on?” His question pins you for a fool. 

“Because that’s the stupidest thing you could’ve done! I erased his memories so he could start fresh. Same with you!”

“What difference does it make? I asked, no, I begged you not to erase my memories and you did it anyway.”

You steel yourself to remain calm. “Because I didn’t want you burdened by me anymore. I thought I was doing what was best for you.”

He tilts his head, his eye slightly twitching as he raises a finger like he is about to lecture you. “Stop. Stop saying it was best for me when the reality was, you were only thinking about yourself.” He takes a sharp inhale. “You wanna know why I got with Tae? Because I was a mess when you left. Devastated. Broken people look for broken people, [Y/N].”

You threw your head back. “Oh my god... This is precisely why I wanted you to forget.”

He almost snarls. “You don’t get it, do you? You always do this. You make decisions without my consent. I never asked to be a hybrid, I never asked for any of this shit.”

You place a hand on your chest, offended. “I’m sorry, you’re upset I turned you to save your life?”

“You turning me was what started this whole mess,” he spits out, revulsion apparent. “I was sired to you, I fell in love with you, I went through hell and back only for it to not matter in the end. You left me. I could forgive you the first time, but not for the second.”

There aren’t any words you can say to combat this. 

“I remember everything about you. About us,” he says, the look in his eyes resembling a kicked puppy. “I remember what you said the day you tried to compel me.”

“Don’t,” you plead. He throws your words back at you in a rather snarky manner.

“‘When I’m ready, I’ll come to you and you can decide then if you’ll have me.,” he quotes. “I used to think I’d be okay waiting for you to come around… but that was incredibly stupid. You came back only to abandon me again and for what? To go around playing vigilante?”

“Jungkook…”

“No, I’m not done.” He starts to pace back and forth. “Did you ever stop to think about what I wanted? Of course not. Because in the end, it’s all about you. You should’ve erased everything. What was the point of only erasing my love for you, huh?”

“What do you want me to say?” you ask, fighting back tears.

“I want you to tell me the truth. You erased Taehyung’s memories of you because he was a psychopath but spared me the smallest glimpse. Why? Why not erase it all?”

“Because I love you!” you exclaim. He stops pacing, shooting you a skeptical glare. “And knowing that you still remembered me, even a tiny part of me, was comforting enough to help me move on. I needed space.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet? But I’m not your safety net, [Y/N].” He walks over to his front door and pulls it open. “Get out.”

You shake your head. “Jungkook, please.”

“Either you get out or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and force you out.”

The resentment he had must’ve grown exponentially over the years. If you push him further than you already had, he might snap. So you exit his house but go for one final attempt at whatever relationship you can salvage with him.

“Please let me stay. I can protect you from those cage fighters if they decide to get even.”

“No. You’ve done enough.”

“Jungkook—”

“Enough!” His voice carries, causing birds to flutter their wings and find solace in another tree further away. You watch as he towers over you again, but beneath his icy glare is a heartbroken man. “Since I first saw you, I have belonged to you completely.”

He tightens his fists, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath before saying the next part.

“I have always belonged to you. And for that, I suffered. I came here to escape, to heal, and it worked. I was at peace and you waltz in here, stirring up chaos in my life where it’s not welcomed.” His eyes never waver and you don’t dare look away. “And what’s funny is how you expect me to do what? Take you back?”

“I… I don’t know. I thought…”

“You thought wrong,” he finishes for you. “Do you think it’s easy seeing you? I’m angry, [Y/N]. You make me so mad I can’t even think straight.”

“Then yell at me! Don’t push me away.”

“I’m pushing you away because I know you. And I know what hurts you the most.” He caresses your face longingly, slowly, like it’d be the last time. His fingers ghost the surface of your skin, and you lean in, desperate for more. But he pulls back. “Either you choose me or you lose me. And it’s too late to choose me now. Goodbye [Y/N].”

“No,” you say like a stubborn child. “I don’t want to leave you. I’m afraid to lose you. Please.”

He clicks his tongue at you as he shakes his head. “I suggest you face your fears. It’s not like this is the first time.”

The last thing you see is the door being slammed in your face.

Jungkook’s Point of View

That was the worst sleep of my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how I left her. She deserved all my venomous words, but empathy made me regret everything. Why do we even need such an emotion when all it does is make us feel like shit?

It’s pitch black in my room. The low-pitched sound of the air conditioner is my only companion. I enjoy being alone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely. I shouldn't get used to missing her, but I’m used to it again. I wish she were here.

I decide to get dressed and quickly leave the house. For once the angel and devil on my shoulder agree, pressing me to find her but for two different reasons. One says to forgive and forget, the other craves to deliver punishment and commit sins. 

I tell myself I’m going hunting instead. Rabbits and squirrels fall prey to my clutches and I feel a pang in my heart when I drink their blood, but I have to survive somehow. Before I knew it, it was dark outside and the moon looked lonely, almost like it was crying in the night sky. 

I couldn’t find her. I searched all day, but the countryside is vast, and I’m drenched in sweat. Checking the time on my watch, I see I’m late for my next fight. 

Shit. 

It’s fine. She’s an Original Hybrid and can take care of herself. 

Rushing back to the barn, I circle to find the angled cellar door. I pull the handle, descend downstairs, and run into one of the bouncers. Aside from cage fighting, the underground establishment is used for clubbing and drinking most days of the week. I hear the heavy bass from the music, feeling the ground shake from the vibrations. I greet the bouncer with a handshake, but he stares at me like I had pissed in his thermos. 

“Ms. Lim wants to see you,” he says, his voice gruff. He gestures his bald head towards the door that says “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” on the right, so I head there. There’s a narrow hallway and at the end of the corridor is her office. I slowly open the door. 

“Jungkook,” Her nasal voice already has a trace of annoyance as I poke my head in. She’s sitting behind her desk with two henchmen about twice my size, both dressed in suits with their hands clasped in front. “Come in please.”

I do what she says and she points to the chair in front, so I sit. “Hello, Ms. Lim. I know I’m late, I’m sorry. Can I have the next fight?”

Her mouth twitches. “No. We need to talk.”

She snaps her fingers and the two bodyguards stand on either side of me, each placing a firm hand on my shoulders. When I squirm, they hold me tighter as if cementing me still. I let out a nervous laugh, feigning innocence. “What’s going on?”

The middle-aged woman adjusts her thick-rimmed glasses, scoffing like I was being impolite in the presence of royalty. “I run a tight-knit business, Jungkook. My wolves… They follow me. They listen to me. Because I’m honest and upfront. I don’t dish out bullshit.”

She stands, placing her hands behind her back as she circles the front of her desk, closing the gap between us. 

“Wolves like to fight. It’s in our nature to have some aggression. Here you can release it in a healthy, controlled environment,” she says. “When you first arrived, I liked you right away. The sheer arrogance you had, the drive to win—you were a natural for the ring. People bet on you because you never let them down.” She leans against her desk, lowering her glasses onto the tip of her nose bridge to look at me. “You don’t want to let people down, right?”

The bait can’t be more obvious, but I indulge her anyway. “Of course not.”

My answer seems to placate her and she puts her finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “Then I need you to tell me the truth. What are you, Jungkook?”

“I’m a wolf. Just like you, ma’am.” Not like that was a complete lie. I am a wolf. Half.

She grips my chin harder, her pupils blown so wide that they overtook her irises. “Is that all?”

“Look, it’s clear you know something so why don’t you…” She whips out a pistol from underneath the slit in her long dress and I stare down the barrel without moving a muscle. 

“There’s no fear in your eyes. Probably because you know and I know that this crummy little thing won’t kill you.” She pulls the trigger, but the shot is empty. I try my best not to scowl as she puts it away. “One of my men ran into a strange girl yesterday. She was hysterical, almost aggressive in asking about you.”

“Make your point.”

“She told me you were a hybrid. Is that true?”

I lean back against the chair, my shoulders less tense now that the secret is out. “Yes. So what? I’m still part wolf.”

“You’re half-wolf,” she corrects. “I don’t give a damn about you being a hybrid. But I do care that you weren’t fully transparent with me. And people talk. Word gets around I’m letting a hybrid take all the winnings and my business is done.”

“No one has to know.”

“Oh darling… she blabbed all over town about you. I’m sure everyone already knows. But I have a deal for you if you want to stay.”

Judging from her toothy smile, the chances of this deal being more beneficial for her than me are high. “What deal?”

“Do you know how much money I can make if I put two hybrids against each other?” she asks, flashing a smirk. “Especially with a pretty little thing like her against someone like you. The crowd would go wild.”

I shake my head. “I’ll pass. She’s not into cage fighting and I don’t hit women.”

“Who says she’s not?” I don’t like her tone and the insinuation behind it. “Darling, who do you think is taking your place right now?”

“What?”

“[Y/N] is fighting her heart out at this very moment. The wolves adore her. Probably because I said whoever beats her gets to breed her.”

This time I force myself to stand, knocking out both men when they attempt to grab me again with a one-two combo. They collapse with a resounding thud, and I head straight for Ms. Lim. I’m holding her dress collar and lifting her in the air, but she remains unphased.

“Where is she?”

“I see she’s important to you.”

“Where is she?!” I shout, not caring that I spit on her. 

“She turned you, right? How’d she do it? Did you two have sex?”

“I’m not asking you again,” I warn. She wraps her hand around my wrist, her irises shifting to a muted gold as she pries my hold off her, dislocating my hand. I curse in pain, fully prepared to retaliate, but she snaps her fingers three times. 

I hear footsteps from behind me and the door opens with a loud slam. Looking over my shoulder, I see about fifty men in black suits who are bigger than me enter the room. They all bear matching stoic expressions, but their fists are up and ready as their pointed glares shoot in my direction. 

“There isn’t much information on hybrids and experimenting on an Original is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I’m sure my boys would love to breed her. Then business would be booming with hybrid fighters at my side!” Ms. Lim cries.

My blood is boiling and I swear I’m seeing red. I snap my wrist back into place without breaking eye contact and backhand her across the face. She falls to the floor, stunned, holding the side of her cheek. “I thought you said you don’t hit women!”

“My apologies. I meant beautiful women.”

Three men grab me—one at each arm and the last holding my waist. The others line up, each taking a jab at me. The first punch is aimed at my stomach. One breaks my nose. Another hits me square in the jaw. I see stars by the time Ms. Lim stands, holding her hand up for them to stop. 

“How dare you? Oh, I’m going to make sure your little girlfriend is knocked up. Poor thing has no clue what plans I have for her.”

I muster enough strength to spit at her, flicking droplets of blood onto her face. She shrieks in disgust and slaps me in return. I only laugh like a madman.

“Good luck… she’s infertile…” I say, trying to find my breath. “And my girl can take care of herself. She won’t lose.”

“It’s okay. I can still find plenty of uses for her. If my boys can’t breed her, they can still fuck her once they’re done with you. I bet she screams pretty,” Ms. Lim says.

“You’re lying!”

“Am I?” She snaps her fingers again, prompting the last man who punched me to step forward. He pulls out something gold from his pocket, dangling it in front of me like a carrot for a rabbit. My face falls when I recognize the double moon charms. “Mr. Ahn here is the first one that defeated [Y/N]. He’ll get to have her first.”

The douchebag has a devilish grin as he slips the necklace over my head. He pats my cheek twice before smacking it hard on the third. I bare my teeth, more than ready to kick his ass, but other men are holding me still.

“I’m going to check the status of our beautiful prize and see if she’s ready for Mr. Ahn,” Ms. Lim declares, exiting the room with the sleazy bastard. Right before she closes the door, she sticks her head in and adds, “Whoever gets that necklace from him gets to have her next.”

The door shuts and I’m shouting curses at her until my throat is hoarse. All sense of self-control goes out the window as I unleash my wrath, my anger blinding me as my fists take control. In cage fights, I’ve had to hold back. But now? I’m ready to demolish anyone who gets in my way.

Your Point of View

After Jungkook kicked you out, you roamed the area for a place to stay. With your abilities, you had endless options: an inn, a motel, a farmhouse, or even the forest if you prefer. Heartbroken, you planned to wolf out until a middle-aged woman found you on the side of the road. 

She drove beside you, parked her car, and rolled down her windows. Your first instinct was to walk away, but she mentioned Jungkook and how she was his boss. She told you how her place wasn’t too far away, offering a place for you to stay the night. 

Questions kept pouring out of you, but she wouldn’t answer until you agreed to her offer. Your guard was up the whole night despite the fact she was a werewolf too. She doted on you with tea and snickerdoodles, but you didn’t dare take a bite until after she did.

Though you were on edge most of the night, her aura was warm, like a grandmother’s love or what you could only imagine as such. Your grandparents tried to eradicate you for being a hybrid, believing that your existence was an abomination. It’s funny how Ms. Lim, someone not blood-related, treated you far better than they ever did.

She answered your questions about Jungkook, but you didn’t dare overshare about your relationship with him. She persuaded you to join her the next day at work, offering the gym and free training sessions with her best fighters. You weren’t sure at first, but then ultimately gave in.

The next day Ms. Lim gave you a tour of the underground cellar and you couldn’t believe how massive it was. Everyone you encountered greeted you like one of the family, and you got to learn new fighting techniques with her bodyguards. 

When it was nighttime, Ms. Lim suggested you fight for real. You worried it’d be unfair, but she assured you the opponents were more than willing. 

Your first opponent is a man who looks like the descendant of a Viking. His muscles are so large you can see the veins bulging underneath his skin. He gives you a crooked smile, which you would’ve found somewhat attractive if he hadn’t made a sexist comment the next second.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in the ring? Hasn’t no one swept you off your feet and wed you yet?” You make the first move and use his words against him, sweeping him off his feet with your leg. He falls flat on his back and laughs while the crowd cheers. “It’s a shame. You’d make a great mother.”

“I’ll pass,” you say, sounding extra snarky. 

“Come on. You know you can’t beat me.”

The man got back up only to be taken down again with a skillful spin kick, causing his back to slam against the cage. You smirk as his expression shifts to anger, and he tackles you to the opposite side like a mad bull. Grunts come from both sides as you use your elbow, jabbing the top of his head until he lets go. 

You jump high and hang from the top of the cage, using your strong thighs to hold his head hostage. His oxygen depletes as his face turns purple, clawing at your legs but you don’t let up. His hands fall to his sides before his body collapses. Only then do you let go and land in a cool pose, feeling like a superhero. 

The crowd goes wild and you jump up and down like a kid who scored the winning goal. “I did it!”

You see why Jungkook loved this place so much. It’s an indescribable feeling, a rush of exhilaration as glory consumes you. 

Once you see Ms. Lim and her main bodyguard, you step out of the ring and greet her. “Ms. Lim, did you see? I won!”

She wraps her arm around your shoulder, giving you a toothy grin. “I know. I told you you’d do well. Let me show you your prize.”

You gasp. “I get a prize?” 

She leads you through the sea of fans. “Of course. Everyone gets compensated.”

You enter a door that leads you to a narrow hallway. The lights were dim, but it was enough for you to see something horrific. From where you stand to the door at the end are unconscious bodies strewn across the floor. Some are slumped against the wall, others are flat on their back or stomachs, each carrying some deformity. There’s blood splattered on the floor, but it wasn’t gorey enough to be deemed a bloodbath (though the sight was still alarming).

“What the fuck happened?” you ask. Ms. Lim screams in shock when she steps in, covering her mouth as she stumbles back. If not for Mr. Ahn, she probably would’ve fallen.

The door at the end of the corridor opens and you hear ragged breathing. There you see Jungkook stagger out, barely able to hold himself up with one arm. He has cuts on his face and a black eye, so his vision is halved. His tank top is in shreds, the fabric hanging by a thread as it dangles from his bruised body. 

He regains part of his strength once he sees you. “[Y/N]?”

You rush over to catch him before he falls. “Jungkook, what happened?!”

He’s putting his entire weight on you, close to fainting. But one look at Ms. Lim and he’s fired up. “That bitch… I’m gonna kill her…”

Ms. Lim wastes no time, urging Mr. Ahn to run away with her while you’re left bamboozled. “Ms. Lim?”

“She’s going to pay… She’s going to…”

Jungkook can’t fight his body’s limits anymore. The last thing he sees is darkness.

Sunlight pours through the window, stirring Jungkook from his slumber. He slowly opens one eye, surprised to see snow-covered trees and clear skies outside. In a daze, he sits up, holding his side as a sharp pain shoots through his body. He’s quick to notice his upper body has been covered in gauze and bandages. 

Whoever did it was meticulous. His chest and shoulders are tightly bound in layers, protecting his battered torso. The bandages crisscrossed over his ribcage, some were wrapped around his biceps, with the gauze extending down to his forearms. Bloodstains seeped through while he was asleep, but they don’t warrant any concern for now.

Jungkook touches his face, finding the cut on his cheek and upper lip taken care of. His other eye is no longer swollen, allowing him to observe his surroundings. He sees he’s in a cozy room, the wood ceiling and floors making him believe he’s at a lodge. There’s a large window to his right as well as a nightstand. The lamp sitting atop casts a warm golden glow, and Jungkook turns it off by pulling the string. 

There’s a gentle knock on the door. “Jungkook? Are you awake?”

He lays back down, covering his body with the duvet and closing his eyes as if he had never woken up. The doorknob jostles as you enter the room, holding a cup of water. You see his state and tip-toe closer, setting the mug on the nightstand. 

Staring at people while they sleep is creepy, but Jungkook looks angelic. Even if his face was marred, it didn’t stunt his beauty. If anything, his injuries made him more beautiful, the bandages being proof of his protectiveness. What he was protecting, you don’t know. 

“When you wake up, we seriously have a lot to talk about,” you whisper, pulling a nearby stool to sit on. “I don’t know why you did what you did. Ms. Lim and her men were so nice to me. She let me stay at her place after you kicked me out.”

You stick your tongue at him like a brat but end up giggling at your immaturity. 

“You were right to kick me out though,” you say, sighing. “Even with the best intentions, I can’t make things right. I’m sorry. Trust me, no one is more frustrated with me than me. That’s why when Ms. Lim suggested for me to fight, I didn’t hesitate.”

You ball your fists. “But it was so fun. I won my fight like bam! Bam! Bam!” You punch the air at each onomatopoeia, and Jungkook has to refrain from laughing. Why were you so cute?

“I get why you do it now. I’ve always had to fight for survival. I didn’t think it could be… gratifying. Anyway, I support your cage-fighting career,” You purse your lips. “But I guess you don’t have one anymore, considering what you did back there. I’m honestly confused. Why did you hurt them? I chased after Ms. Lim and uh… well, she burned your house down.”

You wait a second as if he’d respond. “She told us to never come back with no explanation… I didn’t even get my prize for winning,” you huff. 

Jungkook grunted, almost like he didn’t like what he was hearing. He turns onto his side, so he’d be facing away from you and wraps himself in a blanket burrito. The spot where he once lay had something gold in it. You carefully pick it up and caress the double moon charms with your thumb.

“My necklace…”

You stare at the back of his head, the gears in your head turning as you try to put the puzzle pieces together. Upon closer inspection, you notice faint bloodstains on the back of the charms and some on the chain.

“Did one of those men have my necklace? You beat up thirty men for it?”

“It was around fifty, but who’s counting?”

Your breath hitches, wondering if you were hearing things. Jungkook slowly sits up, resting his back against the headboard and flashing a cheeky grin. Heat spreads to the apples of your cheeks. 

“Were you awake this whole time?”

“Maybe.” He gives you a quick once over. “Are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?”

“Hmm? I’m fine. I should be asking you that. You took a beating and I’m still confused as to why.”

He slumps against the headboard, sagging like a dramatic blob. “God, you’re dense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? My necklace is all bloody… was this the prize Ms. Lim intended to give me?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes so far back they might as well get stuck. “Ms. Lim’s prize wasn’t the necklace. It was you. You were her men’s prize after the fight. She planned to let them have their way with you.”

Your eyes fall to the ground, your heart heavier than an anchor in a bottomless sea. Jungkook sees how you clutch the necklace in your fist, wishing he hadn’t revealed the truth so bluntly. 

“Hey… I’m sorry,” he begins. “I didn’t mean to…”

“No. I was naive. After what happened with my grandmother, I thought Ms. Lim was different. Anyway,” you say, changing the subject. “That’s why you did what you did?”

“I thought she had you trapped somewhere. Or that without your necklace, you were at a disadvantage. She told me Mr. Ahn defeated you and I just went berserk at the thought of something happening to you.”

It’s hard not to see the love he has for you in those beautiful eyes of his. “I never fought Mr. Ahn, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve won. I’m freakin’ awesome in the ring.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I know. I never doubted your skills. She riled me up and I assumed the worst.”

“Well… Thank you for looking out for me. I’m glad to have my necklace back. I thought I lost it for good.”

“I thought I lost you.”

Time comes to a standstill. No more words are shared, yet so much is being said through simple eye contact, an unspoken language only the two of you understand. Your hearts are burning, aching with desire, but you don’t dare act on it. You don’t deserve him. At least, that’s what you tell yourself to maintain restraint. 

“Can I put it on you?” he asks, pointing to the piece of jewelry in your hand. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” A white glow emits from your fist and when you open your palm, Jungkook sees the necklace is spotless. You hand it to him and shift positions, so your back is towards him. He scoots closer, his legs now dangling off the bed. 

When he brushes your hair away, your body tenses up. You see the gold chain from above before it settles on your collarbone. Jungkook leans in, getting a better view of the clasp but struggles to attach it. Seconds tick by like hours, but you don’t mind how long he takes. His hot breath on the nape of your neck is distracting you anyway.

“Almost got it…” he mumbles. And thank goodness too because you didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time. Once he’s finished, he leans back but you turn your head to the side and almost end up kissing him.

“Oh sorry, I—” You move away, but he places his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place. 

“Stay.”

Stay still? Stay with him? Whatever he meant, it sounded like a command, a challenge, a test. You’re entranced by how close he is, your nose about to touch his, and his lips—fuck. They’re drawing near, but he stops a centimeter away and smirks like a damn tease. You swear you’re on fire, the heat radiating off his body further exacerbating things. 

His eyes droop down, but it’s not to your lips. Rather, he takes his free hand and holds the double moon charms between his forefinger and thumb, sliding it until it’s positioned in the center. 

“There,” he says, still far too close. There’s a deep yearning in his eyes, a passion he longs to share with you, but he’s holding himself back. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You pout. “What, suddenly you’re okay with me around?”

“Seeing you drives me mad, but not seeing you makes me insane,” An aw almost slips out of you, but you nod instead. “I’m trying so hard to hate you…” he whispers.

You match his volume. “Why?”

“Because it’s easier than admitting the opposite.” He finally releases his hold and leans back, allowing you to regain a semblance of sanity. “So where are we exactly?”

You fiddle with your necklace and try not to dwell on his words. “I used a teleportation spell and it took us here.”

“Randomly?”

“No. I didn’t know what to do, so I cast a spell to take me to Professor Jin. He’s here with Namjoon. They’re on vacation.” 

All of a sudden Jungkook groans and he’s clutching his abdomen. “Ah fuck...”

You jump out of your seat to examine him closer. “What’s going on?”

Sweat forms on his upper lip, his body temperature rising steadily as if someone turned on the heater to its max. It’s an all too familiar feeling. He laughs at the horrid timing, but it exacerbates his pain.

“I’m going to need you to learn a new spell,” he says, panting so much you fear he’d pass out.

“Why?”

“Because I’m about to go into a rut,” he answers, glaring at you like you’ve made a grave mistake, “and I don’t have boxing to distract me anymore.”

“Do you want me to help—” 

“No,” You can’t help but feel offended, and undesired, but he adds, “I don’t want to take advantage of you. It’s not right.”

“Okay…” You rub your arm and like the keen observer he was, he tacks on another thing and you’re not sure if he’s trying to make you feel better or himself. 

“I don’t give consent because it’s out of my control. Our time together shouldn’t be influenced or pressured because of other circumstances.”

You almost laugh at the hilarity of that statement. “Isn’t that the whole basis of our relationship? Everything always comes with a condition. This is exactly why I left…”

Jungkook’s pained expression morphs into something worse—dismay. You go for damage control, wishing you could take those words back and shove them far into the depths of your mind where they couldn’t hurt anyone. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, full of regret, “I shouldn’t have said that. If you say no, I understand. It’s a no.”

“It’s fine. Not like you’re wrong. Can you go get Jin please?”

Jungkook’s Point Of View

I want to tear these bandages off. And then my skin. It’s too damn hot and the timer on my sanity is dwindling. The snow outside looks inviting and is the only blanket I want covering me. 

A knock on the door garners my attention and [Y/N] rushes in, carrying something silver between her fingers.

“Sorry for the wait, I got it!” Fuck, she smells incredible. There’s nothing on Earth that can compare to her delicate, sweet aroma. It’s my Kryptonite, my guilty pleasure. Once she draws near, I pin her to the bed, ignoring the soreness of the muscles I was supposed to be recuperating. “Jungkook?”

I snuggle into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like some deranged pervert as I squeeze her hip. The closest description is like a honey-sweet fruit, ripe for picking. But fruit bruises easily when they fall into the wrong hands. And now she’s in mine.

She whimpers softly, and it only further fuels my arousal. “It shouldn’t be this easy yet your hold over me is… pathetic.”

I hover over her face and bring a hand up to squeeze her cheeks, forcing her lips to pucker. Cute. 

“Do you know what filthy things I want to do to you? I’ve been fantasizing for years about this moment,” I say, unable to contain my smirk. Her chest heaves against mine and the panic that flashes across her face is adorable. I loosen my grip a bit so she can reply. 

“Tell me then,” she breathes and I chuckle at how wobbly her voice sounds. 

“I wanna fuck you like I hate you. It’s not going to be that tender bullshit, I’m going to be rough. I’m going to use you and all your holes until you’re screaming and I’m the only one that occupies your thoughts, so you can see the hell you put me through when you left. I’m going to bring you to heaven only to drag you back down to Earth and make you sin harder.”

I can smell much more than fear coming from her silence. Her fingers are clutching what I can now see is a silver body chain. She’s fast, but I’m faster as I pin her wrist down before she can put it on me. Her hand is hanging over the edge of the bed and I grip her wrist, upping the pressure and twisting slightly until she groans in pain, dropping the chain. It falls with a soft clink and I give her an amused grin.

“Was that mediocre thing supposed to quell my urges?” I taunt.

“Ideally, yes,” she remarks, unable to hide her bratty attitude. “Let me put it on you.”

“No.”

She gives me a look like I’m a bad child about to be put on time-out. Maybe I want to be bad. “Jungkook.”

“Come on… you said it yourself. You want to help,” I use my thigh to part her legs. “I’m in desperate need of it.”

She scoots her body upwards to get away, but like a parasite, I latch on and follow, pressing my entire body weight on her. “Jungkook, no. You said no. This isn’t you.”

“Oh, but what if it is?” She stops squirming and my eyes widen like I’ve gone insane, glad to have her attention. “What if this dark, twisted, horny part of me is who I am? What if I want to ravage you and my rut is simply pushing me to finally not hold back on loving you?”

“You… love me?”

Somehow that question pulls me from the depths of lust for a split second. “I never stopped.”

There’s a silent period where we stare at each other. Sometimes I think we’d hold the world record for how long one can zone out, lost in a world of our own. But my needs resurface, clouding my mind with crazed lust. I’m corrupted by something I can’t control and no matter how hard I resist, she’ll be in the crossfire.

She must have noticed her small window of opportunity because she pushed me off with her inhumane strength. I bounce on the mattress when I land on my back as she scrambles to grab the chain off the floor. She makes a break for the door, but I block it, tackling her to the ground so I can feel her soft body against mine again. 

We tussle and roll around like animals, the chain flying across the floor during the scuffle. It’s a wild game of Capture The Flag, each of us diving for the coveted item. She’s on her stomach, crawling towards it until I take her ankles and drag her backward, cackling like a madman. And like in horror movies, she screams and squirms, kicking me until I let go. 

She drags her body forward, snatches the chain, flips around, and clamps her thighs around my head. Her strong muscles could probably break a watermelon, but I welcome the constriction.

“Ooh, yes, make it hurt,” I choke out, wheezing out a short laugh. Revulsion in her scowl, she cages me in tighter, and I pull back so she slides towards me. Using my remaining strength, I lift her so she’s now perched atop my shoulders, her sweet pussy right where I want it. I dart my tongue out to lick a stripe, the barrier of her leggings so thin that she yelps from the contact.

I’m on my knees and I move forward, pressing her back against the wall. It supports her weight and I pin her hands down, so she can’t sneak the chain on me. She’s shouting at me, but I only hum in return, so she can feel the vibrations of my lips close to her lower ones. 

“Jungkook, let me go!”

“I can already taste you… such arrogance to think you can handle me.”

I look up through her thighs, earning a sharp inhale from her. “Trust me… I’ve been holding back.”

She chants foreign words under her breath and my ears soon discover a sharp ringing noise, making my brain feel like it’s being shredded by a cheese grater. I hold my head with both hands, toppling over and releasing her as we both fall to the floor. When the cacophony subsides, I see she’s standing above me with the lamp. She’s ruthless as she smashes it against my head, the glass shards scattering everywhere. 

I lay on my stomach, dazed, and she put the chain on me hastily. It glows as it erases all forms of rage and lust, and my mind clears while my soul aligns. That’s when the painful sensations of my injuries I had ignored earlier hit me in full force. 

With impeccable timing, the door to our room swings open, and in comes Jin and Namjoon. Jin has his arms up in a fighting pose, his hands encasing two pink orbs prepared for attack. Namjoon has his crossbow gun pointed at me until [Y/N] waves him off with a dismissive gesture.

“You’re a bit late. Put it down.”

The orbs flicker out and Namjoon lowers his weapon, being the first to speak. “What happened?”

“Things got… rough. I put the chain on him. He’s fine now.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “Can someone please get the first aid kit? I’m bleeding again…”

Your Point of View

Jin’s making it a point to be hospitable. He dragged you around the lodge, indulging you in all the amenities the lodge offers. From paying for your food and drinks to complimentary snowboarding, it was almost like he was overcompensating. 

While he was gracefully swerving down the hill, you spent most of your time falling face-first into the snow, frustrated at the bulky clothes you had on. You called it quits and he finally yielded to your pleas.

Back at the lodge, you shed yourself of your multiple layers, feeling like an onion. At least now you can caramelize by the fireplace in the lobby while sipping on a piping-hot cup of cocoa. 

Jin makes his presence known, plopping himself onto the same futon where you sat with a refreshed “Ah, hot cocoa. Delicious!”

You roll your eyes when he holds his mug out, but you clink your cup against his anyway. “I hope you and Namjoon had your fun in the shower. That’s a nasty hickey.”

He coughs, adjusting his turtleneck to cover up said blemish. “Sorry. I didn’t know you would need me.”

“It’s fine,” you say, glancing around for any unwanted spectators. You whisper the next part. “I grabbed your spellbook and did it myself.”

He bears a proud smile, looking like he is about to deliver well-deserved praises when suddenly, his expression falls. Setting down his beverage, he seemed rather pale despite being near the fireplace. He looks up at the night sky and you follow his gaze. “Oh shit…”

You set down your drink too, paying no mind as it sloshes enough to spill over. “Jin… what’s wrong?”

“It’s a full moon…”

“Yeah. And?”

He shoots up like a rocket and sprints upstairs to his room. You follow at once, off-put by his erratic behavior. He’s found his spellbook on the bed where you left it, flipping through the pages so quickly, you thought they’d rip. Once he settles on the desired section, he shoves the book in your face. 

“Is this the spell you used?!”

You eye the page in its fancy script, seeing the same picture of a wolf howling under the moon. “Yes. It says Binding Chain at the top and I read it. It suppresses a male’s rut.”

“Did you see the fine print?”

“There’s a fine print?” you echo. Skimming the page, you squint at the very bottom to see an anecdote at the bottom marked with an asterisk. You read it out loud. “On the night of a full moon, the binding chain’s powers are reversed. Rather than suppressing a rut, the male’s urges will be amplified…”

The book shuts and you’re greeted by Jin’s stern look. It’s the same one he gave you that time you set his hair on fire by accident. “The closer it gets to midnight, the more unhinged Jungkook will be. This is why you should’ve asked me for help.”

“How was I supposed to know? He was in pain and you were bumping uglies with Namjoon!”

“Spells like this are tricky, especially for novices. We don’t even know if you did it right.”

“Gee, thanks for the bode of confidence.”

A concerned voice from the doorway calls out to you and Jin. “Whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?”

You both turn to see Namjoon in his winter gear, covered in snow like he was a dessert dusted with powdered sugar. Jin walks over and brushes some off his furry hat. “[Y/N] used the wrong spell for Jungkook. His rut is about to come back tenfold and it won’t be pretty.”

“It’s not my fault,” you argue. “If you and he weren’t fucking each other, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Okay… this is horrible timing,” Namjoon says with a forced awkward laugh. Jin holds him by the shoulders.

“Honey… where’s Jungkook?”

“I… lost something important when we got here. Jungkook and I went out to look for it. I gave up, but he’s stubborn and is still out there.”

You look out the window and see the snowfall getting heavier, each flake larger and more frequent as it piles on the thick blanket that already covers the ground. Visibility was diminishing and you could barely see the outline of the moon in the sky. 

“I’m going to get him,” you say, determined. They look at you like you have three heads. “I’m the only one who can handle him on a night like this.”

“It’s dangerous. The snow is getting worse out there,” Namjoon warns.

“Yeah, and whose fault is it that he’s still out there? He may be immortal, but he has limits too.”

Namjoon recognizes your stubbornness; you share that with Jungkook. He pulls out his phone, hastily texts something, and sends it, which triggers a chime on your phone. 

“There’s a cabin out there that I use on my missions sometimes. You’ll find a cage in the basement that can hold Jungkook for the night. Food, water, clothes, sedatives, weapons—you name it.”

He offers you his crossbow gun, but you decline. “I can get through to him.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But… It doesn’t feel right to hurt him. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Stay safe. We’ll come find you in the morning.”

Winter is the superior season, some would say. Because with the cold, you can layer clothes nonstop until you’re warm. Newsflash: that’s a lie. You’re freezing your ass off despite your best efforts to combat the frost, but Mother Nature couldn’t resist challenging your limits.  

The weather has taken a turn for the worse as snow swirls around you, making it difficult to see or hear anything. You trudge through it, the flame in your palm being the only source of light and heat as harsh gusts of wind threaten to extinguish it. 

Your magic was technically infinite, considering your necklace was a conductor for it. The jewelry siphons the magic from your hybrid body and allows you to use it like a witch would. However, like with most things, if you overdo it, it drains your energy and weakens its potency. 

When you reach the forest, the wind howls through the trees as your breath comes out in heavy puffs. Each step you take sinks deeper than the previous one until you’re knee-deep in snow. The ground is uneven and your steps slow because even the slightest misstep could be your last. With no one around for miles, this was not the way you wanted to go out. 

You don’t know how much time has passed, but the flame flickers until darkness remains. 

“No… no… please…” You wrap your arms around yourself, the biting cold unforgiving. A rustle in the distance alerts your fight-or-flight and you scan your surroundings, seeing a dark silhouette who you can only assume is… “Jungkook?”

Whoever it was burst into a sudden sprint in the opposite direction. Your body has a mind of its own, chasing him down without hesitation. You reach a clearing where his broad back faces you, the moon casting a soft glow behind his figure. He turns around, revealing his ruby red eyes with streaks of gold, which sparkle like luster dust in water. 

His face is unreadable until you risk a step forward. 

“Don’t come closer!” he barks, startling you to retract back. The hurt in your eyes breaks him, but he couldn’t bear to be a burden for you to shoulder. “I feel like I’m going crazy. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s the full moon. The body chain is making things worse. I can—”

“No!” He bares his teeth and bends his knees as if preparing to pounce. “You need to leave. Now!”

Falling onto all fours, he lets out a strangled groan, cursing like there was no tomorrow. His bones snap, pop out of place, and lengthen to create a new foundation for his werewolf form. It was like all his organs were set ablaze, the searing pain shooting throughout his body. You deny his request and take another step. 

“Stay… away!” he orders, his voice roughed and strained.

His head hangs low, clawing the snow beneath him. Though shapeshifting was a great distraction, doing so during a rut could have unpredictable circumstances. It was far too dangerous; he knew better but was desperate for relief. 

“Run…” he breathes, lifting his head. Your legs tremble from his unwavering, lethal gaze. “Run!!!” His canines peek through when he growls at you once more and you are hit with the severity of the situation. Fear strikes through you like a javelin and combined with your rush of adrenaline, you escape the premises. 

Everything is a blur as you zig-zag through the snow-capped trees in the forest. You don’t stop running until your lungs burn to the point where you’re about to vomit. Despite how numb your fingers are, you check your phone, looking up the location of the cabin. It’s not too far away and if you can manage to lure Jungkook there, he’ll be safe for the night.

An eerie howl startles you and you trek forward, looking over your shoulder every so often. It’s not until you come across a line of forestry, where there’s a gap in the middle of two trees. Upon closer inspection, you squint at the darkness that sits between them, and two glowy orbs greet you. 

A low snarl sends chills up your spine as two black paws emerge into the moonlight before their true form follows. You’re face to face with the big black wolf, its eyes glowing with feral intensity. The body chain’s magic allowed for the accessory to enlarge, accommodating Jungkook’s new size. 

“Jungkook…”

He doesn’t respond, almost like that name was foreign to him. All he does is crouch, and you start to regret not having a weapon. With a growl, he lunges at you, powerful muscles rippling under his fur. You barely dodge in time, but his claws graze your arm, ripping through my coat and drawing blood. 

Damn. I’m getting sloppy. I need blood.

You clutch onto the wound, hissing at him as your eyes shift to fiery gold. “Stop! Jungkook, it’s me!”

He circles you like a shark, instilling more fear before he pounces again. His heavy weight forces your body to topple backward, the snow cushioning your fall, and soon stained a vivid crimson. Jungkook had bitten your shoulder this time, his fangs sinking deep. 

Not even your blood-curdling scream dissuades him from prying his jaw off. You feel the prick of tears behind your eye, but you push through it, using your remaining good arm to punch him. The wolf is hurled about twenty feet away and you force yourself up.

“Okay… it’s clear you’re more beast than man right now…” you say, panting as more blood trickles onto the snow. The wolf shakes its head and slowly rises, its predatory gaze stripping you of your fortitude. 

Just then a deep rumble beneath your feet alerts you to look up, where the heart of the mountain was. The signs are there: the snowpack drifting, ominous cracks in the ground, and a thunderous roar as snow cascades down the landform.

“Shit…” you say, running in the opposite direction. “Come on! Chase me!”

Thankfully you don’t have to ask twice. Jungkook’s hot on your trail as the snow is on his. The ground continues to shake, the avalanche's roar deafening, drowning out all other sounds. Both your lives are at stake and you run to the cabin up ahead, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

As you reach the door, you swipe the keycard Namjoon lent you, the faint click giving you a moment of reprieve. You throw the door open at the same time Jungkook tackles you from behind. You stumble forward, his weight crushing you as he slashes your back with his sharp claws. 

Now you’re pissed.

You flip onto your back, clutching his paws while his jaw snaps towards your face, spit flying everywhere. 

“God, Jungkook! Get a grip!” You grunt as you exert your muscles, throwing him into the living room area. A wooden table is smashed into bits and the TV screen has a crack down the middle, but you don’t care. You kick the door shut just as the avalanche slams into the ground outside, its force shaking the cabin walls. 

The noise is overwhelming, but it distracts the beast long enough for you to search for the basement. The cabin’s small space makes it easy as one narrow door sits in the corner, so you try your luck. There’s a set of steep, wooden stairs and you descend quickly, seeing dim recess ceiling lights that cast a soft yellow glow. 

Unlike the cabin, the basement was underground and wide, with ample space for the cage Namjoon had promised. It’s in the furthest left corner with thick chains attached to the floor and ceiling. A workbench greets you once you reach the last step, filled with various weapons and tranquilizers you were all too familiar with.

Due to his hybrid nature, your best bet is to grab the syringe with vervain and wolfsbane. Reassurance is but a fleeting moment when Jungkook descends the stairs too, determined to finish you off. 

He bites your leg this time, and you jam the syringe into his neck simultaneously. Once the wolf loses consciousness, you stumble backward and hit your head on the edge of the workbench, drifting into darkness.

Jungkook’s Point of View

Something wet touches my fingers and it stirs me awake. My muscles are screaming, feeling like I have been hit by a semi-truck. I open my eyes, forcing myself to sit up and look at my hands. 

“Oh my god…”

Red is all I see. I’m covered in it. My lips taste it. But I don’t remember how it got there and that scares me. However, I look over to see [Y/N]’s unconscious body next to me. The blood is hers, pooling from her head and her body looks like a corpse from a crime scene. I’m terrified now, crawling over to her while my body shakes. 

“No… please.” 

I saw the gruesome claw marks on her arm, the nasty bites on her shoulder and leg, and her head wound that was still bleeding. I lift her head first, then her back, seeing the scratches there too. I don’t know what to do other than hold her close, listening for signs of life. It’s faint, but she’s breathing. 

“Who did this to you?” I breathe, but the question is stupid. I’m covered in evidence of my crimes, a sin with no solution. Her face looks sickly, so I bite my wrist and put it against her lips, forcing her to drink my blood for sustenance. 

I choke out a sob when I don’t see a difference.

“I’m so sorry…” I kiss the top of her head, praying to anyone who hears it, to bring her back to me. 

“Jungkook…”

I thought I was hearing things until she calls for me again. It’s a fucking miracle. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh… haven’t you heard of kissing a person’s boos-boos?” Her lips curl into a faint smile and I’m thrown for a loop. How can she speak so lightly about the horrors I’ve committed?

“You must have a concussion. I need to patch you up.”

“No. Kiss my wounds, silly. Just like you did to my head.”

I was too distraught to realize, but the blood on the rug we were on had vanished. Her hair no longer smells of iron either and realization dawns on me.

“Okay. Let me help you get out of your clothes first.”

It’s not a smooth process, but she handles it like a champ as I maneuver her coat, shirt, and tank top off. I pause every so often when she winces, making sure she’s comfortable before I move on. Her boots come off next and then her leggings, leaving her only in her undergarments. 

Lying her flat on her back, I get on top and kiss her shoulder area first. It’s a magical sight watching the wound seal itself as new skin regenerates while the blood evaporates. She coos at the relief, giving me a warm smile. 

“That feels nice.”

I head for her arm next, giving it several smooches to cover the claw marks. Each one repairs itself the same way. I lean back on my knees, holding her leg up until it reaches my lips and I leave another kiss there. Her eyes shimmer in excitement as do mine when the bite heals. 

“Can you turn around for me?” I ask. She gets on all fours, exposing her back to me. It was the nastiest injury yet, the laceration deep and red. I don’t care and kiss every inch of her skin until it goes away, noticing how she shivers each time. 

Once she’s fully healed, I see a cage in the corner and eye the chains inside. I get up and head there, frantically trying to get the cuffs on. She follows me and I curse at my shaky hands for being too slow. 

“What are you doing now?” she asks as if it’s not obvious.

“Damn it all, why can’t I get this on?!” She places her hands on mine, steadying them until they stop trembling. “[Y/N], please. I need to be chained up. It’s dangerous for you to be here, I almost killed you!”

“But you didn’t. I’m fine. I knew the risks.”

“Why didn’t you beat me senseless? I deserved it.”

She shakes her head, still able to give me a soft smile as if I didn’t try to maul her to death however long ago. “Because your rut… it’s not easy to deal with. And I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. Besides, I messed up on the spell.”

She points to the body chain on me. “On a full moon, it amplifies your rut. Not suppress it.”

I drop the cuffs and grab the body chain instead, ready to yank it off when she snatches my wrists. 

“Don’t,” she orders. “I want it on.”

My eyes widen. “This thing almost got you killed.”

“It’s hot on you.”

“Are you okay? Is your head fully healed? Why are you—”

She pecks me on the lips to shut me up. It’s cute, sweet, and simple. Sometimes I wish we were simple. 

“Jungkook… ever since I saw you at the wedding, I haven’t been able to heal properly,” she confesses. 

My hands drop to my sides. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t sure. But whenever I got a cut, it healed but not as fast as it usually did. And I thought about when I got hurt at the wedding, how you kissed my hand, and how fast it healed then. This has never happened to me before, but I realized… I can’t be without you.”

She caresses the side of my face and I shiver at her gentle touch, placing a chaste kiss on her palm. “No… you were right to leave. I’m dangerous.”

A finger comes up to my lips. “Shh… our fates are entwined whether you like it or not, you stupid bastard,” I can’t help but chuckle and she giggles. It lights up my world. “When you said you never stopped loving me back at the lodge… were you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Her expression is teetering between fondness and confusion. “Sorry, that’s not romantic, huh?”

“It is to me. I love you too.”

Her confession triggers something in me. It's a carnal, animalistic need and I realize my rut is surging back with renewed intensity. 

“My love, I need you to make a choice,” I say with labored breathing. Sweat coats my hair, matting it to my forehead. My body feels like I’m being incinerated inside out. “I want you permanently. Not temporarily. Body and soul. Your devotion. If you stay…”

“I’ll stay. I promise,” she says without a trace of hesitation. But I can’t help but be reminded of the past.

“How do I know you won’t leave again?”

She ponders her answer but then says, “Because when I’m not focused on my future, I’m focused on ours.” 

It brings me immense joy, but my lust drowns it out. 

“Okay. We’re going to need a safe word. Or you need to promise you’ll defend yourself against me by any means if it becomes too much.”

“Jungkook—”

“I mean it. Because everything I said at the lodge was true. Everything.”

She wets her lips at the memory, which tempts me with depravity. “Are you okay if I’m still infertile?”

“I never minded it. Because I’m going to fuck you like I’m gonna breed you anyway.” 

She nods. “... Red.”

“Red,” I repeat and then I’m all over her.

Your Point of View

Jungkook lunges at you, his movements a blur of desperate need. You’re pressed against the iron bars of the cage as he kisses you like he’ll devour you whole. His hands roam your body to tear off your bra and panties, and you gasp, but he swallows it by kissing you deeper.

His hands are greedy, kneading your breasts in circular motions. He twists one of your nipples with his forefinger and thumb, the sensation borderlining pain and pleasure, but you succumb to it. Especially when he stops kissing you to lower himself, sucking on your other nipple. He doesn’t hold back and tugs on it between his teeth, earning a mewl from you. 

When he pulls back, he releases it with an audible pop before giving the other one the same treatment. Your hands run through his hair, gripping hard enough to make him moan with hunger. He pushes your breasts together, so he’s able to suck both nipples simultaneously. The sight enraptures you, and you swear he’s the most attractive man alive. 

“I can’t wait, I need you now. I need you many… many times tonight,” he says after he’s left several purple constellations in his wake. You’re turned around, holding onto the bars for support as his bicep slithers around your neck. His lips find purchase on the shell of your ear. “God, I want to destroy you.”

He slips his thick cock in between your thighs, feeling the copious amount of slickness between your folds. He thrusts back and forth and you rock your hips in tandem, appreciating his restraint. Each time his tip brushes against your clit, you moan to the ceiling while he groans against your neck. 

You’re sensitive, on the brink of an orgasm, but Jungkook comes first. White spurts of cum spill out from his tip, and he shudders when you use your hand to coax out more. 

“Fuck, I can’t hold on anymore. I’d do more to prep you, but I can’t wait. I’m sorry.” 

Despite coming already, Jungkook was still fully erect. You swore he might’ve even gained an inch. He was deliciously massive, blessed in both girth and length. 

“It’s okay. I can take it,” you assure. 

“If it’s too much?”

“I say red.”

Jungkook holds onto your hips and pulls you back, your body now parallel to the floor at a ninety-degree angle. You arch your back and stick your ass out for him, even going far as to shake your peach to tantalize him. Without needing to guide it, he slams his dick into you with such violence that it leaves you winded. 

He wastes no time thrusting, his pace desperate, rushed, and greedy to satisfy an insatiable hunger. You’re holding onto the bars for dear life as he fucks you like it’s his last day on Earth. There’s a burn that comes with not having time to adjust to his inhumane size, but you endure. Lust covers a world of hurt and the stretch ignites a fervor. 

The basement is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin and unabashed moaning. Jungkook grips your hips so tight, they bruise. He smacks your ass multiple times, each sting resulting in a tighter clench from your soaking pussy, which drives him wild.  You love how he stretches you out, how he’s using you like a dumb fucktoy for his cravings. You want to please him because it pleases you. 

Without warning, he pistons into you faster, and you can barely see straight. His last thrust is sharp and calculated, a rough grunt escaping him as he empties himself into you. Your legs are trembling when he pulls out, admiring how his cum oozes out of you. 

Sliding down to the ground, you rest your back against the cage and close your eyes to catch a break. However, Jungkook smacks your cheeks a couple of times to get your attention. He’s erect again, no surprise. You swear with each orgasm, he’s getting bigger. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He places a hand on your head, guiding your lips to his throbbing cock. It’s coated in shared body fluids, but you open your mouth like an automated response until he slides himself in. You gag when he hits the back of your throat and he pulls out, but not all the way. You have to mentally prepare yourself for what comes next as he grabs ahold of both sides of your head, fucking your face as he pleases. 

You’re choking and saliva dribbles down to your breasts, your eyes sting with tears, but he keeps going and you take the abuse. He doesn’t hold your head lovingly. Rather, his hand cages you in, guiding you however he sees fit. Your jaw is sore, but that’s a small price to pay when you have the most gorgeous man throwing his head back in bliss because of you. 

Once his hips stutter and he comes again, you swallow the slightly bitter fluid and he releases you.

“Get up.”

You’re a bit dizzy, so he helps you to your feet. You see him squat and bring your legs atop his shoulders. In one swift motion, he stands with you perched atop and you squeal, holding his head in fear of falling. 

“Jungkook!”

“Hold onto the cage.”

You don’t question him and do just that, thinking about how this was the same way you took down your opponent back at the farm. However, the only danger here was Jungkook having you right where he wanted you.

He sticks his tongue out and begins lapping up your juices from earlier. You’re unable to process being suspended in the air while getting eaten out at the same time. It’s thrilling, and you almost sob when he invades your walls and tongue-fucks you. The slurping noises that leave him are obscene. It’s as if you were his last meal, which only coaxes out more arousal. It’s too much when your orgasm nears, but he grabs your ass tighter and everything snaps.

You’re screaming his name, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. Your ears ring, your toes curl, and you shut your eyes to ride the waves of bliss. You don’t even realize when you’re back on the ground because it feels like you’re not even on the same planet anymore. 

And suddenly you’re in the air again. Jungkook grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts you, your legs perched around his waist and your hands around his neck. He uses one hand to guide his tip to your entrance, and your breath hitches. 

“We’re not done yet.”

“I never want you to be. Use me.”

He sinks you onto his cock, bouncing you like a rag doll. You hold each other close, staring intensely into each other’s eyes. Everything burns inside Jungkook’s body. His thighs, his arms, his heart—but that pain fuels him to fuck you harder. You kiss him first this time, inserting your tongue and sliding it against his. It’s sloppy but erotic, and he only ups his speed. 

He doesn’t last long and comes again, but you wait until he decides to put you down. You’re on your back now and he places a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“God, I wanna fill you up again. Breed you until you’re exhausted.”

He has hold of your ankles, bringing them up high until your knees hug your chest as he inserts himself again. You can see his fat cock going in and out of you, his cock creamy and white from your slick. Your tummy bulges with each thrust, but the nightmarish visual is, somehow, incredibly sexy. He makes you feel full, yet you can’t seem to get enough. 

“Fuck, how are you still going?” you whimper. He chuckles like he’s flattered, lowering your legs so he can lay flat on top, chest to chest. You’re both sweaty and reek of sex, but it feels right. 

“Because you’re my soulmate. I’m going to ravish you.” 

Hours pass. He’s more beast than man at this point, almost unrecognizable. This wasn’t making love. He was determined to fuck your brains out. 

Every position imaginable, no part of your body went unexplored. If you were a country, he was a sergeant invading every part of you. You’re bruised and full of bloody scratches, but so was he. 

Whenever you were nearing the possibility of passing out, he found a way to give you a break. Whether by humping your thighs again or using your hands, he didn’t care. You’re soaked in his cum, a sticky, filthy mess that he deemed beautiful. He took pride in his work like you were his canvas for a Jackson Pollock painting. 

His boundless energy inspired him to get creative, making use of the cage’s chains. He had you dangle from the ceiling as he fucked you from the front. From the back. In your ass. 

If he thought you were tight before, your ass was a whole other story. You’d never taken something so big. It took a while for you to relax and though lube was ideal, the copious amounts of cum he filled you with earlier worked fine. More than fine. Something about him shoving his two fingers in you to draw out his cum to finger your asshole felt lecherous. You swore you were going to tear in half, but when his tip brushed sweet spots you didn’t know existed, you came harder than the previous times.  

Now you are on all fours, his hand in your hair, locking you in the humiliating position. He penetrates deep inside, loving the way your ass jiggles every time your bodies meet. You’ve been reduced to a moaning mess, unable to think about anything but his cock. 

You’re saying “Yes, yes, yes!” but the words are slurred, reduced to pure nonsense, thanks to his brutal movements. His thrusts are merciless, repeatedly hitting you in that sweet spot with no signs of slowing down unless he changes positions. 

“Fuck, this is it,” he grunts. He carefully pulls out, lies on his side, and brings you close so you’re on your side too. Lifting your leg, he slides into you again and resumes penetration. This time when he comes, you can see your belly expand from how much he fills you up. His monstrous cock swells and you whine from the discomfort, feeling like you’re about to pop. 

“It hurts,” you cry. Jungkook cuddles you as his knot takes form, ensuring no cum spills out. 

“I know, love. It’ll be okay.” He litters your neck with kisses to distract you from the pain until you’re used to his new size. You’ve never felt so full and can’t believe you’re stuck like this for who knows how long. It’s a phony moment of reprieve, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once the pain subsides, you lay there as he hugs you, feeling his chest on your back. He holds your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours. You take this chance to look at his tattoos, noticing one stand out in particular. 

“What’s this?” you ask.

You’re pointing to a tattoo of a lake with mountains that have a full moon situated between them on his forearm.

“Oh, that? It’s where I first fell for Namjoon when he sparred with me.” His playful lilt makes you pout.

“Hey…” 

Jungkook kisses your shoulder and grins. “That’s where I first fell for you, silly. And where I fell for you again the night of the wedding. I contemplated getting rid of it, but… I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“Aw…” A question pops into your mind that you’ve been dying to ask. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why did you have vervain on you that day? Why carry the burden of knowing?”

He hums like he was expecting that question. “Because I know you too well and maybe… I wanted to keep that pain because it was my last link to you. I couldn’t give that up.” He turns your face so you’ll look up at him. “I love you, [Y/N].”

Saying those three words back again didn’t feel like enough. He was your one and you wanted to spend eternity with him.

“Mark me. Make me yours for good.”

His doe eyes form an OJO face, which earns a laugh from you. Despite all that’s happened, this manages to surprise him. 

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, and you allow him to mark you as his. 

The next morning you and Jungkook are cleaned up, cuddling by the fireplace in the living room area. 

“Why is there a saxophone over there?” you ask, pointing to the random instrument near the door.

“You know what… I’m not sure.” Jungkook gets up, walks over to it, and picks it up. The face he makes while examining it is endearing, but you’re curious when he reaches his hand in the bell of the instrument. “I feel something.”

He pulls out something small, but you recognize the diamond instantly. “Is that a wedding ring?”

His face morphs into panic. “It’s not for you,” he blurts. You giggle and approach him, swiping the ring. 

“I know that, silly. You wouldn’t propose to me here.”

He visibly relaxes, rubbing the back of his nape, cheeks flushed. “It’s Namjoon’s.”

“Oh! Is this what he asked you to help him find? Is he going to propose to Jin? How sweet!”

A strange hissing noise distracts you two, and you turn your attention to the window. The snow from the avalanche is melting rapidly and soon, the door opens, revealing the couple you were just talking about.

“We’re here!” Jin shouts with his arms out in a ta-da position. 

“Again… you’re a little late,” you tease. Namjoon strides in, taking a look at the damage you two inflicted in the small space. 

“Geez… what did you two do?”

“What didn’t we do?” Jungkook says, giving you a wink. You can only laugh as you playfully hit his shoulder. 

The clothes the cabin had were a size too big on you, so they drooped on your small frame. Namjoon and Jin are quick to notice the bite mark on your exposed shoulder and how it solidified into something akin to a tattoo.

“Oh… Oh,” Jin says, realization hitting him as his ears turn red. “Congratulations!”

“Well, we should congratulate you too,” Jungkook says, giving Namjoon a pointed look. The man is confused at first, but then nods once he feels you slip the metal item into his palm. He’s ecstatic and immediately grabs the saxophone. You and Jungkook grin while his rather awkward proposal plays out, with Jin mostly unaffected and choosing to criticize his partner’s clothing choices instead.

“Hey! I practiced hard for you and you only talk about my clothes?!” Namjoon says, but the smile he wears lets you know he’s not hurt. Jin laughs and hugs him.

“I’m touched!”

Namjoon finally gets down on one knee and pops the question. “Will you marry me then?”

Now Jin’s entire face is flushed. “Oh my god… of course, my gentle giant.”

Jungkook and you give each other a knowing look, wondering when your turn will come next. He holds your hand and you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“That’ll be us someday,” he says.

“I know. But I’m not in a rush. I’m already yours.”

General A/N: Hello!!! Thank you for reading until the end. I appreciate reblogs and asks if you wanna share your thoughts. 💘

Moonstruck Readers A/N: So for those who are curious, I was going to include NamJin’s wedding where Taehyung shows up and he sees OC and JK together. And that could lead to a whole other spiral of feelings. ;) But I’m not promising to write it. This is their happy ending and OC and JK do get married eventually. 

Or if you’re like my friend who keeps saying TaeKook should both be with OC, well, that’s in another universe I guess. LOL!

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ boxer!jungkook (4) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist closed

boxer jk x neuro doctor oc

miscommunication

awkwardness & flirting ? some tension

note: see ya at the end :’)

//

jungkook barely stirs when you burst in. 

as the door swings shut behind you, he braces himself for a lecture from nam joon… because that’s who he’s expecting. he’s half-awake, body stiff, head heavy with exhaustion.

lazily, his eyes flutter open. when he registers who’s standing at the foot of his bed, he lets out a quiet scoff and tries to roll onto his side.

“shit,” he mutters, wincing.

you don’t say anything at first.

instead, you just walk in quietly, checking his chart, flipping through the details you already know. without a word, you help him sit up. you place your hands on his back, gentle but firm. if his body wasn’t so fucked up right now, he’d probably be melting from your touch. 

it’s been so long. 

jungkook exhales sharply but doesn’t pull away.

“bruised ribs and minor concussion,” you murmur, scanning his injuries. “your knuckles are busted… again. your wrist is slightly sprained—”

“you should’ve seen the other guy,” he jokes, managing to crack a smile. 

you stare at him blankly. 

he takes it as rejection and redirects. 

jungkook swallows, licking his lips. “where’s namjoon? he’s my doctor.”

“i’m a doctor too.”

“not my doctor.”

“jungkook—”

his lips curl, something sharp in his tone. his words almost come out like a hiss. “come on, doctor ___. don’t you have a kid to fix up with doctor yoongi? what are you doing here? i’m fine.”

your brows furrow instantly. 

“jungkook, that was nearly two months ago. i haven’t seen you in so long and this is how you come back to me?”

suddenly, his head spins.

come back to me?

his breath catches, the words cutting through him before he even has the chance to process them. they sink beneath his skin, settle into his bones, cling to the spaces between his ribs like they belong there. like they’ve always belonged there.

what did you mean by that?

did you mean anything at all?

or was it just something you said—careless, fleeting, unintentional?

this is unfair.

the way you speak to him is so fucking unfair.

your words are so soft and familiar. it’s laced with something he can’t quite name and instead it coils around him, pulls at something deep in his chest… something he’s been trying to ignore.

something he can’t ignore.

his fingers twitch slightly, gripping at the thin hospital blanket like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. his knuckles turn pale.

he wants to ask you to say it again.

wants to hear the way it sounded in your voice one more time.

but he doesn’t.

he just sits there, the weight of your words pressing down on him.

silence.

“i hate seeing you like this,” you say quietly.

jungkook huffs, looking away. 

“i know it looks bad right now… but i’m not quitting boxing.”

you nod. “i never asked you to.”

another stretch of silence, thick and heavy.

then—

“… i’m not dating yoongi,” you say. your voice is even, but something in it sounds tired. “it was just a case, jungkook. if you’re curious about history, we did residency together… not to mention, he’s also engaged.”

jungkook keeps his face blank.

“i never asked.” his tone is light, too light, like he’s trying to sound unaffected. “but good to know. i appreciate it.”

you study him for a second.

his expression is composed, but there’s something guarded about it. something that makes you wonder if you should have left it at that. but for some reason, you don’t.

“you could’ve though… you know? you could’ve asked.”

the words slip out before you can stop them, and now you’re just talking—filling the silence, filling the space between you.

“i wasn’t going to hide anything from you. there’s no reason to. despite only seeing you when you’re injured, i like seeing you… and the flowers… thank you for the flowers,” you add, softer this time.

and maybe you should stop there. maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you dried out the flowers to preserve them… maybe you shouldn’t tell him how you sent pictures of it to your friends and got teased for two weeks straight. maybe you should let the conversation settle, let him respond—let him say something.

but he doesn’t say anything.

instead, he just nods, barely reacting. it’s like he’s listening but not really hearing you.

so you give up.

“y-you… you need to recover. namjoon was paged and he'll be here in a minute… honestly, i saw your name and i had to check on you myself—”

jungkook exhales a laugh—low, rough.

“why?”

you sigh, exasperated.

“why do you think?”

his eyes flicker to yours, and for the first time since you started talking, he hesitates.

then—

“that’s nice—ha. are you flirting with me, doctor ___?” he muses, tilting his head. “i almost feel better.”

and the thing is—he means it.

you exhale through your nose, trying to suppress a smile.

“yeah? i guess i am.” you pause, then add, “sorry, i’m bad at it.”

“it’s okay,” he chuckles. “it’s cute.” 

the admission lingers between you. 

it’s awkward, but not in a bad way. like stepping into unfamiliar territory, like learning how to be around each other in a way that isn’t built on injuries and hospital visits.

you hesitate, just for a second, before reaching for his hand.

it’s warm. solid. steady. you squeeze once, offering something—an attempt, a bridge, a connection.

jungkook stares at it.

doesn’t pull away.

doesn’t hold on, either.

just watches. like he’s trying to decide if he should let himself take whatever it is you’re offering.

“i’ve had a crush on you for months,” he admits, almost absentmindedly. then, with a slight grin, he adds, “i know the plan was to get beat up until i could make you feel bad enough for me and convince you to go on a date… but this shit fucking hurts.”

you laugh. 

he laughs. 

then he struggles.

you immediately move, hands steadying him, eyes scanning him for any new signs of discomfort. he lets you fuss over him, lets you run your fingers through his hair to check for swelling, lets you linger longer than necessary.

“i really like you,” he breathes. “i don’t know what to do about it anymore.”

you nod, lips tightening at his confession. just as you open your mouth to respond to him, your pager beeps. you pull away a bit and check it.

“it’s urgent,” you murmur, pulling back completely. “i’m so sorry, i have to go back to my patient—“

“go.”

jungkook hums, missing holding your hand already. 

you don’t want to turn away… but you do. then, you turn right back and plead with him.

“stay overnight for observation. i’ll be back as soon as i can. seriously, jungkook… you need to recover—”

“i have a match in three months.” his voice is firm, resolute. “i only really have three weeks to recover.”

your brows knit together instantly. “that’s insane, jungkook.”

“but it’s not impossible,” he grins, ignoring the feeling of a rising disagreement. “i’ll recover well. i’ll win the match.” his voice dips slightly, eyes catching yours with something unreadable.

then—

“come watch me win.”

you inhale slowly.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you let the words settle between you, feeling their weight press against your ribs. you tell yourself you’re hesitating because you don’t want to give him the wrong idea. that you’re keeping your distance because it’s the right thing to do. but the truth is—

you don’t know how to be around him without feeling like you’re standing too close to something dangerous. regardless if it’s this… ethic and moral debate you have ongoing in your head or the simple fact that maybe… just maybe… you finally recognize love again.

and it’s different this time.

this time, it comes bruised and concussed.

it comes with a cheeky smile and words that make your heart flutter for months… it comes and it goes—and you spend endless hours waiting for him to walk through those doors again.

for a moment, you think about what it would be like if you stopped resisting. if you let yourself feel the way he makes you feel. if you let yourself want him, the way he so easily, so recklessly, seems to want you.

you test it.

“i… i don’t see patients outside of this hospital.”

the words leave your lips before you can stop them. you say them because it’s easier than saying what you really feel. easier than admitting that he doesn’t feel like a patient to you. not anymore.

not now.

now, he looks different. feels different. talks different.

there’s something unspoken in the way he watches you—something that makes your pulse slow, then quicken again. his smile fades into something quieter, something unreadable.

then—

“then don’t come as a doctor.”

his voice is lower now, deliberate, like he’s choosing each word carefully. like he wants you to hear them. really hear them.

your breath catches.

“come as something else.”

his gaze flickers over your face, dipping to your lips for just a second too long. your stomach tightens. your fingers twitch at your sides.

“come as someone else.”

it’s softer this time, but it sinks deep.

then, at the very last second, just as the space between you threatens to collapse in on itself, jungkook reaches for your hand. his fingers brush against yours first—barely, just enough to send a shiver up your spine—before he takes it fully, his grip warm, steady.

his thumb strokes over your knuckles.

his voice is quiet when he speaks again, but it’s the kind of quiet that demands to be heard.

the air stills.

“come to be with me.”

[magicshopaholic]

She's in the Rain (Jungkook x OC)

Summary: Jungkook decides to get something off his chest.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC, Taehyung x OC, minor Namjoon x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Angst (friends, crushes, unrequited love)

Word count: 10.6 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: alcohol, language

A/N: Another in the unedited fic series! Takes place over a couple of months, starting a little over two months after A Stormy Night.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2, @margopinkerton, @faearchives, @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @kflixnet, @sumzysworld @jihopesjoint @cuntessaiii (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: "shut up and kiss me" by echosmith

jungkook masterlist | taehyung masterlist | main masterlist

Nose buried in his pillow, Jungkook inhales deeply and stirs. His eyes are still closed; if he tries, he can toe the line between subconscious and reality and give in to his desires for a moment. Only if he tries, though. Otherwise, he can stay where he is and not start his day on a negative note.

He snakes his arm across the bed hesitantly, noting the strips of lukewarm sunlight escaping through the curtains, until his fingers skim skin. Jungkook frowns for a moment, then lets his mind relax. 

Dream, he permits himself silently. And dream he does, of olive skin and long, sweet-smelling hair, of toned arms and slept-in sheets. He’s not fully awake yet, he acknowledges, but it’s a good enough start to the day, the kind of morning that warrants lazy morning sex and coffee straight out of the shower. He turns onto his back and, without warning, the sun hits his face bright and hot, making him flinch and curl back onto his side.

Keep dreaming, he urges, but the damage is done. He’s awake; with that realisation, he opens his eyes slowly and takes in the view of a bare back with a single bra strap along the shoulders. She has a tattoo on the nape of her neck; it’s one of the sexiest things Jungkook has ever seen, usually half-hidden behind short strands of hair. 

He sighs. It’s morning and he’s no longer dreaming. Sitting up and blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Jungkook retrieves his boxers from the floor and slips them on before climbing out of bed. He’s pulling on his jeans when Hana turns around sleepily and opens her eyes.

“Morning,” she says, voice thick with sleep. Sitting up and resting her palms on the bed behind her, she lets the covers fall from her chest, revealing skinny and tattooed arms, and takes a deep breath. The corner of her mouth curves upwards as her eyes fall to his naked torso. “Up for a quickie? Before we face the real world?” she asks dryly.

Jungkook half-chuckles, but shakes his head. “I, uh… I have to be somewhere,” he says, shrugging apologetically. Hana nods in a no-hard-feelings sort of way and runs a hand through her short hair, the dirty blond bangs falling to frame her face perfectly. “I’ll…” He trails off, biting his lip. “I’ll text you,” he says eventually.

He reaches over to get her a casual peck on the lips, and grabs his t-shirt and jacket from the floor. “Bye,” he mutters, noting her small wave before she falls back on the bed and picks up her phone from her bedside table. As Jungkook is about to leave, hair tousled after slipping on his t-shirt, he pauses and wonders if he should say something else. But this morning feels like most mornings, down to Hana checking her phone as he leaves, scrolling through it with a small frown. 

Once, when Yoongi had roped him into recording a demo for another group and the conversation had drifted into a series of unimportant topics, the older member had abruptly remarked, dryly, that Jungkook was “lucky-adjacent” when it came to love. Aside from the fact that it was extremely unlikely for Yoongi to comment on anyone’s love life unprompted, Jungkook could also make neither head nor tail of this assessment. 

He wonders if this is what Yoongi meant. He waits for a moment to feel something - stung, perhaps, that Hana isn’t walking him to the door, or maybe annoyed or tranquil or hopeful or something. Anything that might describe “lucky-adjacent”. 

But it’s par for the course, this farewell. He and Hana like each other and enjoy each other’s company. She inks people for a living and smokes like a chimney. She loves soju shots and can mimic every character from Spongebob. They clash over music tastes but always amicably take turns listening to pop and rock in the car. 

But they aren’t in love. Jungkook doesn’t think he knows what that is, not really. But this is not it.

—

Seoul in the winter can be gloomy and depressing, or romantic and cosy. The answer, as per Seokjin, lies in what one is wearing on their feet.

In woollen socks and thick combat boots, Jungkook supposes he should be comfortable enough that it’s the latter, especially since he’s sitting inside a car with the heater on. But it’s still gloomy - or it’s at least just white. The snow and sleet has covered every surface, but normally, the city still has colour, be it fancy winter coats or bright signs over shops lining the streets, or the camellias.

The camellias. Jungkook shakes his head as he stares out the window, for that’s what’s been missing this whole winter. One of the only flowers that blooms in this frigid season, mostly in certain coveted locations in Jeju, they’re usually still visible in Seoul. Picturesque, hidden spots, scattered across the city and sometimes distinguishable only against the grey and white of the landscape, the camellias are a winter staple, very literally the bright spots of the winters.

Jungkook hasn’t seen a single camellia all winter and now that they’ve entered February, it feels almost as though the winter is simply dragging on endlessly, waiting for the sign to bloom that will signal the peak of winter and lead them through to the spring. 

He’d asked around, too, if it was just him, if he’d somehow been unintentionally avoiding all the camellias in Seoul in some strange, dystopian coincidence. But one of the stylists had partly agreed with him and said that while the camellias were just blooming in much, much smaller numbers in the city, one just had to know where to look for them. She said the news claimed the shortage was a sign of global warming, but that she didn’t believe in such rubbish conspiracy theories, attributing it instead to a much more reasonable claim of strategic soil poisoning.

It didn’t serve to make Jungkook feel much better. He missed the camellias, he missed the winters of his youth and he missed the days when his older friends had the answers to everything because whatever he was going through, it was a safe bet that at least one of them was going through it as well.

Not this time, though. He doesn’t know if it’s the solo ventures - although it makes sense that that could be it. His own album has been pushed all the way to the end of the year to make room for all the music the older members need to put out before they’re shipped off to the military; as a result, even studio and rehearsal time is no longer shared among them. Instead, Yoongi is holed up in his Genius Lab in hours of secretive recording sessions with that chaebol producer he won't talk about, Namjoon is churning out collaborations with artists from every possible genre, Jimin is rehearsing for hours on end, and Hoseok is currently in America, ready to take on the biggest stage any of them have ever stepped on alone.

He's still musing over his admiration for Hoseok when he reaches the dorm, combined with a resentment at how easily they all seem to be going at it themselves, a resentment he can't ever voice because of how childish it feels. He rummages in his pockets for the key, but discovering it empty, sighs and rings the doorbell. There are voices inside, everyone gathered to watch the Lollapalooza stream that's already live about an hour away from Hoseok's stage. 

The door swings open and Jungkook looks up from his phone, his heart suddenly leaping into his throat with a jolt.

“Miss me?” Dilara grins and ushers him into the hallway and out of the cold. Her long black hair curls loosely down her shoulders and chest, over a Red Bull sweatshirt and jeans, her feet covered in regular sports socks. Jungkook swallows as he meets her eyes again; all his energy is going into bringing his heart rate back to normal, meaning that none of it is helping him stop smiling.

“Fuck, you… you have no idea. How - how are you - what -”

Dilara raises her eyebrows and purses her lips sheepishly, and Jungkook realised he's spoken in Korean. He shakes his head, the blood rushing to his face in embarrassment and relief, but she doesn't seem to realise.

“It's my last week before the entire F1 season descends upon me,” she states dramatically, rolling her eyes. “The launch is next Saturday, then practice, then… Melbourne.” She exhales deeply. “I can't wait but I want to make the best of my last chance to have an actual life this year, so…” She gestures to herself, presumably her presence here in the large, empty entrance way of the dorm.

“Wow - uh, it's great to - to see you,” he stutters, in English this time, his heart still racing. It doesn't help when she reaches up to hug him, squeezing his large shoulders. He hugs her back, the smile on his face feeling stupid but of less consequence since she can't see it right now. She's warm and her hair is soft; he tries his hardest not to give the slightest indication that he’s smelling it because he can't help it. Berries and processed conditioner… his heart jolts and beats so loud that he can barely hear what she's saying. 

“Jungkook! I thought I heard you!”

Jungkook's head snaps up. He'd almost forgotten that they're in an apartment with at least half a dozen more people, until the oldest of them all waves at him from the top of the stairs. He slowly lets go of Dilara, following her as she skips up the stairs, the leaping in his stomach slowing down to a more, slightly painful, churn. 

Seokjin doesn't seem to notice, however. Giving him only a raise of the eyebrows, the older member leads him into the apartment.

Everyone is gathered on the first floor in the biggest TV room in the apartment, complete with its own open kitchen with various take-out boxes spread across the kitchen island. The television is on extremely low volume, however; in the wait for Hoseok's performance, people are spread out across the room in smaller groups, in conversations of their own. 

Some are on the adjoining terrace; the sun is at the exact angle where it's bathing the terrace in some rare light and warmth. As Yoongi pours him a beer, Jungkook looks over his shoulder at the patio. Kaya Madaan is in one corner on the phone, while Sooah and Hoseok's friend Chaeyoung are chatting by another corner, each holding a differently coloured drink in their hands and tilting their heads towards the sun as they talk. Further away, near the centre of the area and right on the fake grass, are Dilara and Taehyung, talking and laughing together. 

As he watches, he sees her move to kneel behind Taehyung and wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek to his as he laughingly says something. She runs a hand through his hair, longer than it has been in a while, and Taehyung jokingly flicks her hand away. Dilara likes long hair on men; Jungkook knows this, because she'd complimented his hair half a year ago while they were on tour, coincidentally the day before his stylist had trimmed it. He’d argued with the stylist over it, he remembers, until Namjoon had asked him point blank why his longer hair was suddenly so important to him.

You're a terrible liar, Jungkook, Namjoon had said, in his parental, leader-like tone. So why don't you tell me what the problem is and we can figure out a solution.

But there was no solution to this, least of all because Jungkook couldn't even put the problem into words. The last thing he'd wanted to do was try to think out loud in front of Namjoon of all people, the one person on earth he didn't think he could lie to. His earnest, approachable face would be too comforting to resist and there was no telling what Jungkook might end up confessing to him.

So he got his hair cut. But it's long again now, just like all the other members enjoying their usual post-tour freedom. Yoongi's is long, too, and so is Namjoon's and Jimin's. But Taehyung's is long, thick and has Dilara's slender fingers running through it; as Jungkook continues staring at them, he sees Taehyung pretending to be annoyed again but each time moving back in position so she can keep stroking his hair.

Part of him wants to look away, but another part of him, the part that surfaces during the hours he waits for sleep to come to him, is frozen in place. It’s not difficult, in those wee hours, to relive what he’s memorised about her face, her voice, her hands, her presence and proximity, and easily replace with himself the one prominent feature in the memory that causes him the most guilt, but also gives him the most pleasure.

“He’s being announced!” Seokjin calls twice, one in Korean and once in English, allowing everyone to troop in from various corners of the floor to settle in front of the television. Jungkook finds himself on the edge of the sofa when Dilara walks in from outside with Kaya next to her.

“So how’s it going, JK?” she asks amiably, placing her knee on the sofa before twisting around to sit cross-legged next to him. Her curls brush his shoulders as she shifts so Kaya and Namjoon can sit beside her. She turns to him then and claps his shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Nothing much,” he mumbles, downing the last of his beer and placing the glass on the side table next to him. “Just work. What about you?”

“Kind of the same.” She shrugs. “Practice season starts next week so I’m mentally preparing for that.” She gives him a knowing look before raising her hand and running it through his long locks without warning. “I swear to God, you guys should never cut your hair,” she declares with an envious sigh.

Jungkook’s heart zooms at the contact, stuttering momentarily when Taehyung appears. Oblivious to the chaos in Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung  sits on the floor by Dilara’s now outstretched legs, munching on a cookie and bringing her legs over his shoulders and absently squeezing her shin.

This casual, affectionate gesture clenches Jungkook’s heart a little; he looks away and stares hard at the television, barely able to focus on the announcer shouting J-Hope’s name. Everyone’s clapping and hooting for him in the room - including Chaeyoung, who Jimin had specifically told Sooah to bring along - and Jungkook tries to join in, thrilled for the Hoseok, but he isn’t able to concentrate. The indents of Dilara’s fingers in his hair still feel warm, her leg next to his is like fire, and even from the corner of his eye, he notices her playing with the ends of Taehyung’s hair.

“Think Hobi needs a haircut?” Namjoon says dryly, voice low so it’s just a few of them who can hear him. Kaya and Taehyung chuckle, but predictably, Dilara rises to his defense.

“What are you talking about?” she argues, shaking her head at the screen. “The long hair looks amazing on him. You’re really telling me this isn’t Namjoon’s favourite hair on him?” she asks Kaya, giving Namjoon a pointed look when he raises his eyebrows.

Kaya shrugs and tilts her head at her boyfriend. “I don’t mind it… but I actually prefer it a bit shorter than this.” She fingers one of his bangs clinically. “Semi-long.”

“Semi-long,” he repeats.

“Yeah. Like when we first met.”

Namjoon tries to suppress a smile and throws an arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder, while Dilara nods. “That’s fair,” she agrees. Then, while continuing to run her fingers through Taehyung’s fair, she murmurs under her breath, “It’s just so convenient during sex.”

Kaya leans over. “Why do you think I said semi-long?” she whispers.

They snicker together and when Taehyung smirks from the floor, presumably having heard it, Dilara tugs a little harder at his hair, while Jungkook stomach twists. He wishes he hadn’t heard that, that he didn’t have one more throwaway piece of information to insert in his fantasies. 

But he knows the damage is done; even as he sits next to his best friends and the girl that’s stubbornly situated herself in every aspect of his core, his mind starts wandering down a dangerous but familiar path, filled with smooth collarbones, throaty sighs and slender fingers tugging at his hair.

He looks around in a slight panic, searching for something to distract him before his body betrays him and he gives himself a visible erection. There’s the television, the booze, and the rest of the group singing along with Hoseok on the screen. There’s a burst of cheers and hooting when they spot Jimin on the screen as well, up in the wings where he’s accompanied Hoseok on the first of any of their solo concerts; Sooah takes a video of it, while Dilara dials his number to see if he’ll pick up.

No, not her. Jungkook’s eyes dart around the expanse of the room before he spots something on the dining table he hadn’t seen before. 

“What are those?” he asks Dilara, forgetting his current predicament for a moment and pointing to the flowers in the glass vase, droplets of water aesthetically sparkling on the petals.

Dilara turns and smiles. “Tae got those for me, when we met here this morning,” she tells him, clearly trying to sound nonchalant about it but failing. “I put them in a vase until I can take them home tonight.” She sits back and her smile widens a bit. “They’re camellias.”

—

Hoseok’s stage ends up being a huge success. After the concert, everyone takes turns talking to him and tweeting about it. Jimin and Hoseok do a livestream from Chicago and a few hours later, Namjoon and Yoongi have one scheduled as well.  

Almost everyone stays back at the apartment through the evening, the outdoors too cold and uninviting in comparison. Yoongi and Chaeyoung volunteer to put the food away and clean the kitchen, while Jungkook joins Sooah and Seokjin in front of the television while they watch a reality show. 

At the dining table, Namjoon and Kaya sit with their chairs tilted towards each other; Kaya seems to be explaining something seriously to him, a pen in her hand and a notepad in between them where she occasionally scribbles something, while Namjoon listens intently. She seems to be teaching him something, almost; occasionally, Jungkook picks up words like “shares” and “stake” and automatically steers clear of them, knowing it’s unlikely he will find the conversation interesting.

He doesn’t need to look around to find the remaining two people in the dorm. Last he’d seen, Dilara and Taehyung were in the balcony again, this time braving the cold by the edge which overlooked the rest of Hannam Hill. Dilara was holding a glass of red wine while Taehyung stood behind her, arms wrapped around her shoulders and cheek resting against the side of her head. Their mouths moved with silent words and intimate conversation, interspersed with shy smiles and soft kisses.

Jungkook sits on the recliner this time, the spot strategically chosen so that even if he tries, he can’t see them; he’s afraid if he does, he might either cry or punch a wall, and neither of those are actions he thinks he can explain. Hana has messaged him already, informing him about a party in Gangnam that she’s going to if he would like to join. It sounds appealing for a moment, for Hana does have a way of distracting him, but he knows he won’t go right now. Dilara is here; she may be cuddling with her boyfriend, but she’s here, in person, and it could be weeks before Jungkook sees her again. Sighing, he gets up to go to the kitchen, now completely sober, hoping to distract himself with a post-dinner cup of ramen.

“Don’t dirty the counter again,” warns Yoongi as he and Chaeyoung pass Jungkook on his way in, leaving behind them a sparkling kitchen.

Nodding wordlessly, Jungkook begins exploring the pantry in the corner, when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns and his breathing stutters without warning.

“Hey,” he manages, straightening up when Dilara steps in. She halts just a few steps in and faces him, a business-like expression on her face.

“Kiss me,” she states.

Jungkook’s heart stops. “W-what?” He looks around the desolate kitchen as though hoping for someone to jump out from behind the microwave and reveal some kind of cruel joke. “What are you -”

“No, wait,” she interrupts him. “Shut up… and kiss me.”

She begins walking towards him and there’s a moment, in between the shock and absolute bewilderment, that he feels his arms going up slightly. Her face begins to break out into a smile.

“Echosmith!” she exclaims, and stops. His absolute confusion must show on his face, for she clicks her tongue impatiently. “The song you sent me a clip of last weekend - remember? You heard it at some restaurant or something and I told you I knew it but I just couldn’t place it? It’s Shut Up and Kiss Me by Echosmith!” She sighs happily. “Thank God. It’s been driving me crazy for days.”

Jungkook nods wordlessly and bustles around, opening the fridge so the door stands between them. There’s a stinging in the corner of his eyes; this is embarrassment he can’t even run away from. Just the fact that he thought it, considered it, for the shortest of seconds… He makes sure his face is calm and devoid of his near faux pas before picking up two bottles of water and closing the fridge.

His phone pings again and he checks it to see another message from Hana: It’s a rager! There’s a picture attached and it does look eventful, but… He looks up at Dilara, waiting for a water bottle, and shakes his head. Dilara is here.

“Thanks,” she says, taking the bottle he offers and leaning back against the opposite side of the counter. “So, yeah. That’s our win. First win of the year,” she offers, pretending to spray champagne from the water bottle.

Despite himself, Jungkook chuckles. It’s hard not to around her. In fact, he’s starting to realise that literally anything Dilara says makes him smile or laugh, regardless of how funny it actually is. He doesn’t even know that it’s about humour anymore; no, it’s just her.

“So, JK,” she begins again, twisting the cap on her bottle and placing it next to her. “When do I get to meet your new lady friend?”

Jungkook chokes. “Oh, uh… you know, it’s really not that serious,” he ventures. “So…”

She raises her eyebrows. “How not-serious is it?” When Jungkook shrugs noncommittally, she presses. “How do you not know how serious you are with your girlfriend?

“Well, for starters, she’s not my girlfriend. Not exactly,” he amends uncertainly. Once upon a time, she would’ve been the female point of view he would’ve craved for this topic. Now, he doesn’t know why, but he feels uncomfortable talking to her about it in too much detail. “We’re just having fun,” he finishes.

Dilara observes him for a second. “That’s fair,” she says, nodding. “You’re in the throes of your youth. Us older and aging individuals -“ She gives him an exaggerated look, one he returns with a roll of the eyes but, once again, he can’t help but smile at her, “- we are boring and committed, so you have to live the single life for us.”

“Oh, really? Are you bored and committed?”

“Terribly.” But she grins and his heart sings for a moment. “I was never particularly good at the casual dating thing, if I’m being honest. I’m made to be in a relationship. I’ve been told I have girlfriend vibes,” she informs him, laughing.

Jungkook laughs with her, but his mind instantly goes into overdrive, creating a montage-like scenario where he and Dilara walk hand in hand down the streets of Seoul, go on midnight drives and make out on the bonnet of his car, sit in the grass while she runs her hands through his hair, stand closely on the balcony as she holds a glass of wine… 

“I don’t see it,” he says abruptly, not even entirely sure what he’s disagreeing with. But he needs to stop his brain from betraying him like this, betraying Taehyung.

“Hey, they’re just vibes. In fact, a lot of posts on social media have argued that you have boyfriend vibes,” she informs him smugly. “Especially after your Calvin Klein spread last month.”

“You - you saw that?” he asks nonchalantly, but his stomach skips. “What did you think?”

“I mean, I bought like three pairs of jeans from the website that evening, so that should tell you how well it worked,” she says, turning around to reach for a container to her side and opening it curiously. “And Lexie’s exact words at your physique were, wow, this kid is hot.” She grins at him, popping an almond into her mouth.

“But what did you think?” he presses, feeling a burst of elation at the fact that she’d been looking at pictures of his abs. Every minute spent in the gym feels gloriously worth it and his mind once again jumps the gun, going through excuses he can invent tonight to take off his shirt and watch, uncaringly, as Dilara’s jaw drops at his abs - no, his physique…

“Oh, yeah, you looked fantastic,” she says through a mouthful of almonds, nodding, making his stomach explode. “And the jeans fit really well, too,” she adds, raising her sweatshirt and twisting her hips slightly to show him. “Oh, and so do the new line of bikini briefs, if you want to give them some feedback,” she jokes.

“Right,” he says shakily, turning around and opening the fridge again, just so he can look like he has something to do while he forces the image of her underwear out of his mind.

There are a few moments of silence before Dilara speaks again. “Hey, JK?”

“Mhm?”

“Is everything okay? Between you and me?”

Jungkook freezes. He clears his throat and closes the fridge, but doesn’t turn around immediately. “Why - why would you ask that?”

Dilara waits for him to face her, her eyebrows raised. “You’ve been acting weird,” she states, “and I think I might know why.”

You don’t know the half of it, baby. “Oh, yeah?” he asks quietly.

“It’s obvious.” She gives him a knowing look. “And… it’s okay. I mean, it’s embarrassing for sure, knowing that you caught me naked on Taehyung’s laptop while we were… you know,” she explains weakly, wincing. “But it was an accident, mate. So you can stop being weird about it.”

Jungkook swallows. “Oh. Right.” He doesn’t know what to say beyond that, not least because that night brings up things he’d rather not remember.

Dilara, evidently, seems to be expecting a further response. “I mean, it could’ve been a lot worse,” she says quickly. “You could’ve walked in on me in person. You could’ve walked in on us right in the middle of -”

“Oh, God!” he exclaims, slapping his palms over his ears even though that does him no good.

“Sorry, sorry!” she cries, half-laughing. “That’s gross. Just… don’t be weird about it. It’s all cool.”

Lost for words, Jungkook almost sobs with relief when they’re interrupted. He looks around to see Kaya and Namjoon enter, and he takes the opportunity to check his phone again to see two more messages from Hana, including a flirty come-on. But Dilara is here, his mind, heart and body chorus at once. 

But it dwindles momentarily when Taehyung enters as well. There’s a moment, a horrible moment, when Jungkook wants to push him - a hard shove into the wall because he’s just so angry because of how unfair this all is - which is then immediately followed by guilt at such a terrible thought about his best friend.

“What?”

“What?” Jungkook blinks. “What what?”

Taehyung frowns as he leans across Dilara to pick up another similar container. “You were looking at me weirdly.”

“What? No.” His heart hammers uncomfortably and stings when she absently leans against Taehyung’s side. He pokes his tongue into his cheek; Dilara is certainly here, but he’s not sure he can be right now. She’ll be here for a few days, he tries to reason with himself. Maybe he can message her to game some night, or hang out at a time when Taehyung isn’t there - not that he wants to hang out with Dilara without Taehyung specifically, but maybe that’s when he himself would coincidentally be free, too…

“I’m… gonna head out,” he says weakly, not waiting for anyone to respond. He shuffles out of the kitchen before any of them can stop him… although there’s a little part of him, a boyish part, that hopes someone will. He ambles along, saying goodbye to everyone else before he has no choice but to head to the stairs.

“JK!”

Hardly daring to believe it, his heart exploding with relief, Jungkook turns in slow motion to see Dilara jogging up to him with soft, socked feet. “Yes,” he says breathlessly. Could this be it? Could this be the moment she realised that she wants him to stay, too, that there’s a part of her that could feel for him the way he feels for -

“Is this your charger?” She holds up a black adapter. “It’s the one with multiple ports - isn’t it yours?”

He stares at her, not sure he’s capable of words or movement right now. She’s perfect; it’s hard to believe that there was a time when she was single (in the technical sense) or estranged from Taehyung, when he didn’t see it, when they were just friends and being around her wasn’t this simultaneously exhilarating and painful. There has never been anyone or anything less attainable; but just like every other time he’s thought this thought, it only serves to make her even more worth it in his mind. 

Unattainable. The word stays in his mind all night, including the car ride to the club, during the dancing and smoking up with Hana and her friends, through the resigned relief at being able to have fun and joke around with other people and focus on Hana once more, her skinny body (not toned), her short and straight hair (not long and curly) and her cigarette-tasting tongue (something minty, he imagines). 

But despite that, despite Hana being able to pull him out of it for a few hours and be a fun, hot, spunky, Korean-speaking presence in his life with no hint of an English accent, when it’s dark and the rest of the city is asleep, Jungkook finds himself painfully awake and alone. Hana sleeps peacefully beside him, after scrolling through her phone while he scrolled through his, when the word surfaces again: unattainable.

Dilara is unattainable for several reasons, not the least of which is the fact that she’s in a committed relationship with his best friend, who would probably feel thoroughly betrayed if he knew what went on in Jungkook’s mind. The word has a finality to it - but, Jungkook remembers a little defiantly, that’s what they said about debuting. That’s what they said about sold-out concerts, about owning a home in Hannam-dong, about all these things that sounded impossible but Jungkook accomplished anyway.

No, he thinks warily, for this is where he’s going down a dangerous route. For the first time, he wishes he could talk to someone about this. He glances to his side; ironically, Hana might be a good candidate. Jungkook isn’t certain, but he’s suspected for a while now that there is another man in her life, or at least on her mind. The prospect affects him less than he would’ve thought - if anything, it makes him like her more because he’s no longer the only person in this room who’s thinking about someone they can’t have.

—

Jungkook’s theory about Hana seems to solidify more in the coming weeks, but at no point does he ask her about it, or even allude to it. There are moments, once in a while, where a spark of jealousy takes him by surprise but then transforms into consideration and a grudging understanding, especially when he catches himself replaying gym sessions with a sweaty Dilara in a sports bra lying down the bench press.

But it turns out, Hana’s situation isn’t quite the same as his own. Jungkook, as usual, can’t be sure but when Hana tells him one morning, apologetically, that they should probably take a break, it’s more or less confirmed for him. It’s not so much that she wants to take a break; it’s the fact that she looks as though she’s happy about it, that she’s keeping up a sombre facade for him but underneath the surface, visibly, she’s excited.

There was a time, shortly after their first world tour, that one of the producers that Jungkook looked up to immensely had claimed how valuable the activity of fishing was to her mental health. In response, Jungkook had determined to emulate that exact attitude, purchasing fishing equipment and harassing Seokjin until the older member agreed to take him on a fishing trip. It was frustrating not catching anything - he felt inadequate, like he wouldn’t be able to live up to the role model producer he’d been working with. 

He’d done everything, including going on more trips, watching YouTube videos and Googling fishing tips and tricks, but not only did these not help him much in the way of fishing, his mental health did not seem at all tied to this activity in any way, shape or form. The day he’d given up was the day everything changed; instead of the disappointment he’d expected, it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders the moment he’d realised that was trying pointlessly to succeed in something he had very little interest or passion in.

It’s a similar feeling he has when parting from Hana; non-confrontational as he is, he doesn’t argue with her. He lets her go, dealing with a combination of resentment, annoyance and resignation, for at no point had he considered that he and Hana might be anything longer than a fling. But his mood stays sour for the rest of the morning, all through a meeting at Hybe during which he doesn’t utter a single word, and after when he goes to the dorm to pick up a few things.

Dilara is in Seoul again; his heart leaps weakly when he hears her voice from his room, where he’s searching for some clothes he’d left here. He wonders if he can leave without her knowing he’s here but the thought sounds unconvincing even to him. He heads to the living room and dumps his bag on the couch, hoping to at least raid the kitchen and pick up something for the road.

He’s air frying a homemade wrap with leftover pork and cabbage when she enters the kitchen. Her mild perfume - soap, shampoo, whatever it is - wafts up to him before he turns and his eyes close momentarily before he turns to her.

“Hey,” she says cheerfully, bumping his hip with hers. “Jimin said you were here. How’s it going?”

“Great,” he says shortly, for there’s nothing else to say.

She frowns briefly, turning around and leaning against the kitchen counter so she’s facing him. Her hair is freshly washed; her wet hair hangs down her back in carefully set curls, a lemony sort of scent emanating from them. 

“You don’t sound great,” she points out, snagging a piece of pork left on the plate and folding her arms across her chest. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…” He sighs but doesn’t complete his sentence, his eyes on the air fryer. It’s becoming difficult to look her in the eye for too long; there’s a fear in him that his face, already not great at hiding his feelings, will tell her the truth and she’ll figure it out. And everything will be ruined, he thinks despondently.

“Yeah?” she prompts. “Is it work? Or girlfriend trouble?”

"I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says automatically, then pauses. “Definitely don’t anymore,” he adds in a mutter.

“Oh. You broke up with Hana?"

"No, she broke up with me. She got back with her ex."

Dilara’s eyebrows shoot up. "What? Bitch."

"It's - no. I mean, I’m not sure,” he clarifies. “But you know what… I was a rebound. It's fine."

"You knew? You dated a girl you knew was on the rebound?" she asks, sounding confused.

Jungkook doesn't answer. He senses where this is going and worse than the idea is the fact that he has no defense.

"So... okay, this one got back with her guy,” states Dilara slowly. “The one before that was the exchange student who moved back to the US, and the one before her was her friend who was going on an exchange program?" She shakes her head. "I mean, is it a coincidence or are you deliberately going after girls who are unavailable?"

Finally, Jungkook looks up at her. His eyes meet hers and he holds it for a moment before it’s too much, and his gaze flickers back to the air fryer when the timer pings. He takes the wrap out and places it back on the plate, on top of the paper he’d laid out neatly and begins wrapping it. 

"It's not my fault that the girls I want are unavailable,” he says quietly.

Dilara frowns, but before she can say anything, Taehyung enters the kitchen. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Hey," she says, not turning away from Jungkook and only tilting her face slightly when Taehyung kisses her on the cheek. He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes it slightly, droplets of water being released.

It occurs to Jungkook suddenly why both of them might have wet hair at the same time, and it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach.

"See ya." Before either of them can respond, Jungkook is out of the kitchen. 

He stops right outside at the dining table, out of view but needing to wrap his food securely. It’s not jealousy, he realises angrily - or at least it’s not jealousy over Hana. He recalls her shining eyes this morning when she’d broken up with him over coffee, her repressed excitement and joy. She was happy. She got the chance, the reason to end their fling, while Jungkook was still here, alone while the girl he loved stood inside the kitchen with her boyfriend, talking about him.

"What was that about?" Jungkook hears Taehyung ask.

Dilara’s voice sounds uncertain. "I think that was my fault. I pried a little more than I should have."

"Yeah? What about?"

"His dating life." She pauses, while Jungkook stands still. “I don’t know, I think I said something wrong. I don’t know what about, though.”

Jungkook picks up his bag and returns for the wrap, needing to get out of here. Just before he leaves, though, he hears Taehyung say something that makes his blood run cold.

“I think I might.” 

—

Jungkook spends the next couple of weeks either holed up in his house or in the studio. The management hasn’t reached out to him about his new album yet so he drifts around, helping other producers with demos and recording ad libs and shadowing Namjoon for an entire day while he writes his next album. At home, he works out, sleeps and eats, calling only those friends of his that aren’t in his group.

He can’t know. It’s impossible, he thinks one evening, nibbling on his thumbnail and not even noticing when Namjoon enters the patio. It’s late evening and the sky is a brilliant indigo; the Han rumbles peacefully under them, interrupted by a clink when Namjoon sets a whiskey on the glass table in front of him. 

“You look like you need it, kid,” says Namjoon, gesturing for him to take it as he sips his own drink and winces slightly.

Usually, Jungkook would make some joke about how the members are finally offering him alcohol instead of policing him for it. It would be a never-ending deluge of You’ll have enough time to do it when you’re growns and Imagine if you get caughts and direct Nos (from Yoongi), while Hoseok sympathised but agreed, Jimin cackled but allowed him a sip, and Taehyung smirked but loyally sneaked him some alcohol later that night anyway.

Jungkook grabs the glass immediately and drinks (he can’t know), stopping only when his sinuses burn and he sputters. “Jesus,” he mutters, coughing a little before straightening up. He looks up to see Namjoon raising his eyebrows at him. “Sorry.” When the older member simply shakes his head, Jungkook continues. “You look like you need it, too… if I’m being honest.”

Namjoon nods but doesn’t elaborate, taking another sip of his whiskey. The dorm is actually empty for once and after a long day at the studio where Namjoon switched furiously between writing and texting, Jungkook suspects that his need for a drink is about more than just work. Jungkook doesn’t typically pry, but a selfish part of him wants to live in someone else’s problems for a minute.

“What’s wrong, hyung? Is it about the Hybe thing?”

Namjoon chuckles, but there’s no amusement there. “You heard about that, huh?”

“The company is lousy with gossip. And the BTS leader selling Hybe stock is… gossip-worthy, to say the least.”

“It really is,” he mutters. “It’s not a big deal, though. I just needed to liquidate some assets and figure some stuff out.”

Namjoon keeps looking at him, as though expecting Jungkook to question him further but Jungkook shrugs. “Okay. Anything else?”

For a moment, Namjoon simply seems surprised. But Jungkook raises his eyebrows and Namjoon sighs.

“Do you remember, last year, when Kaya and I broke up?” His voice is low and tired. “When we got back together, I thought that we were on the same page about… about everything. About the job, the whole safety thing…” He trails off and pours himself another drink. “Turns out that she’s still getting hate on social media. Twitter, to be exact. And she didn’t tell me.”

It isn’t quite what Jungkook was expecting but his stomach twists in that uncomfortable way that it does whenever this sordid aspect of their fame and followers rears its ugly head. “Wow,” he mutters. “How did you find out?”

“I saw it. I came across an actual comment and I thought I’d ignore it but when I talked to her, telling her to be careful… turned out she already knew.” Namjoon sighs. “I don’t want to go down this rabbit hole again. I know they’re just comments and they don’t mean anything, she knows they don’t mean anything…”

“But she didn’t tell you.” Jungkook finishes his sentence for him, clicking his tongue sympathetically. 

“No, she didn’t.” He shakes his head. “She didn’t tell me and… while I can’t fully blame her,” he accepts begrudgingly, “I don’t know… I mean, how is it going to be when I leave? I’ll be farther away and she’ll be… she’ll tell me even less.”

Jungkook’s heart sinks, the way it does any time any of the members bring up their impending enlistment. Seokjin’s farewell party is later this month and while Hoseok’s news isn’t public yet, they know he’s preparing to leave in the next couple of months. One by one, they will all be gone by the end of the year. 

Afraid his voice will break if he tries to speak now, he pours himself a second glass and gulps down a sip, emerging only when his eyes water from the burn. 

“Maybe I’m overthinking it,” muses Namjoon in a murmur, and he partly seems to be talking to himself. “I don’t want to fight with her and I don’t want to tell her what to do. But leaving… enlisting -,” he clarifies, and the word seems to get stuck in his throat for a moment, “- it changes a lot. And I think she knows that but not telling me about stuff like this… I don’t think she sees how important it will be to stay connected when we’re apart for that long.” 

He runs a hand through his hair, looking troubled, but Jungkook says nothing, feeling thoroughly inadequate in this situation. 

“And it’s not really her fault either, you know?” Namjoon continues, voice low. “She didn’t grow up with this… expectation, like all of us who’ve known our whole lives that the people we love will be gone for months and months, so far away and so distant… she doesn’t see it yet. Or maybe she does and this is her way of… I don’t even know.” He sighs deeply. “I’m rambling.”

He gives Jungkook a hollow half-smile that Jungkook doesn’t return, only pushing the now half-empty bottle of whiskey towards his friend. After they’ve both been poured a new glass and clink them melancholically, Namjoon drinks and bites his lip.

“With the management trying to control every single step of this, constantly bringing it up at every opportunity… God, it’s exhausting. They keep using other idols and actors and people in the public eye who enlisted, talking about their statistics and their popularity and rankings and all that bullshit - it’s like they’ve forgotten that we are people, too. That we have people - families, friends, even fans…” 

He sighs again and shakes his head. “I swear to God, Jungkook… I don’t tell you guys this enough, but I don’t know how I’d do any of this without all of you,” he murmurs, glancing around at Jungkook before facing the front again. “There’s no one, I think, other than the remaining six members of this group, who know exactly what this is like for each of us. With the hiatus and the career break and the brand deals and all the fucking pressure from the company… we can’t lose each other. We’re the only reason all of us are still sane, you know?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer. His eyes are filled completely, vision blurring, while the rest of his energy is going into clenching his jaw as tight as he can. There’s a sound that interrupts them and Namjoon goes inside the house to pick up his phone that’s charging, leaving Jungkook alone.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have had so much to drink, for the corners of his vision are also swimming - and it’s not from Namjoon’s soliloquy. But it doesn’t matter because his guard is now lowered enough for every unwanted through to come gushing in like a tidal wave, including how much he might be betraying Taehyung, how much he can’t talk to him about this because he can’t know and how, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot help how insanely in love he is with Dilara Komyshan. 

Sniffling, he reaches forward and pours himself a small shot of whiskey and downs it in one go. It helps for a few seconds where his mind goes blank, so he pours himself another, and then another. Three shots later, his senses are swimming and his limbs feel lighter than air. His head feels like it could fall off, though, so when Namjoon pokes his head into the balcony and says that he’s called a car to take them both to their respective apartments, Jungkook silently nods and follows him.

“You seem a little off-balance, Jungkook,” remarks Namjoon when they’re climbing into the backseat. “How much did you drink?”

“Not much,” he mutters thickly, bumping his head on the doorframe and swearing under his breath.

“That… seems untrue,” he replies, leaning forward to help Jungkook into the car. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep here tonight?”

But Jungkook shakes his head, feeling his brain turn upside down with the simple movement. “I need to go - go home,” he hiccups. 

“Really? But I think you should -”

“Actually,” he interrupts, “can you drop me off at Taehyung’s house? I need to talk to him… about something.”

“Um, yeah. Okay. That’s good, actually,” says Namjoon, nodding. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

The car drives through Seoul while Jungkook rolls down the window, the cool breeze actually clearing his head slightly and making him want to throw up less. His mind keeps repeating a fuzzy mantra of he can’t know he can’t know he can’t know until the car slows down and pulls up in a familiar district in Gangnam, one Jungkook knows like the back of his hand.

“Want me to come upstairs with you?” Namjoon asks but evidently doesn’t wait for Jungkook to answer, instead walking him all the way up to the top floor with the secure penthouses. 

“Did you know Nayeon bought an apartment here?” he slurs, but Namjoon ignores him. “Okay, I can go by myself now. His house is - is right there,” he says, pointing at a blurry door.

“Okay.” Namjoon sounds uncertain, but lets go of Jungkook. “Alright, just… take care. Eat something and go to sleep. And don’t do a livestream right now,” he warns.

“Yes, hyung.” Planting a kiss somewhere on Namjoon’s temple, Jungkook takes surprisingly steady steps towards Taehyung’s apartment and presses the buzzer. He turns to see the lift door closed and Namjoon nowhere to be seen, but he knows the leader was right. Namjoon is usually right, he thinks, and nothing right now seems so bad that he can’t tell Taehyung.

Overcome with a sudden emotion for his friend, with the love and guilt and everything that comes with it, Jungkook sniffs and blinks back tears, somewhat wishing he wasn’t so drunk for this conversation. The lock turns from the inside and Jungkook exhales, leaning against the doorframe for support.

When the door opens and for a moment, Jungkook forgets to breathe.

“JK?” Dilara sounds confused, but it can’t be anything compared to what Jungkook is feeling right now. “Hey… uh, what are you doing here?”

There are no words; Jungkook’s brain feels like mush and he’s drunk, so drunk that he feels a terrifying lack of control over himself. “Taheyung,” he blurts out, the word sounding slurred even to his own ears.

Her eyes shutter over slightly. “Oh, Taehyung isn’t here right now. Well, actually, he’s just - oh, God!” Suddenly her arms are around him and it takes Jungkook a moment to realise he lost his balance. “Are you okay? You… look completely smashed.”

Jungkook simply shakes his head; this wasn’t supposed to happen. He needs to talk to Taehyung - and with this unexpected development, it feels all the more urgent. But Dilara is helping him inside now and he’s going along with her, her slender arm around his waist while the other shuts the door behind him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if you two had plans tonight,” she mutters, steering him to sit down on the sofa and tugging his shoes off his feet to chuck them into the corner. “I wasn’t planning to come here this weekend but I just decided this morning… we kind of had a fight last weekend and it just wasn’t the kind that could do with a phone apology, you know?” She doesn’t add anymore, sitting opposite him on the coffee table and placing her hands on her lap. “What the hell happened to you?”

Jungkook doesn’t know where to begin. Dilara is here. All rational thought seems a distant memory and it’s tiring to attempt to bring it back. Dilara is taking off his beanie and straightening his hair from underneath it and he can’t stop looking at her.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I - I can’t,” he repeats, slightly louder this time. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my head, all the time. You’re in my room, in my studio, in my car, in every single thought. You’re in the damn rain and I… I can’t stop.”

Dilara’s hands are back at her sides. She’s frowning slightly. “Um… I don’t know what you’re - what you’re saying,” she says slowly. “I think you might be -”

“No, I’m not,” he interrupts. Now that the dam has broken, a year’s worth of emotions are now waist-high. His mind swims violently, but her image is clear. “I don’t know how and I didn’t plan it. I don’t know when… but I’m so… so fucking crazy about you. I can’t even think straight.”

She’s still frowning at him. “Okay,” she says finally, standing up. “I think you need to sober up first. I’m going to get you some water. Lots of water,” she amends, turning around and heading to the kitchen.

Jungkook can’t quite work out what just happened. But he follows her, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen to see a tall glass on the kitchen counter, next to which she places half a dozen lemons.

“Mate, you should sit,” she says to him when she catches sight of him. “I’ll get you some lemonade - it always helps. Oh, and food…” She goes through a couple of cabinets before opening a container and pulling out a pack of sliced bread. “This should definitely help,” she mutters, popping a couple of slices into the toaster.

Jungkook stares at her as she begins squeezing the lemons in a lemon press. Is she ignoring everything he just confessed to her? Or is it so unbelievable to her that she thinks he might be rambling because he’s drunk?

“Dilara,” he manages to say, but when she looks up at him, he doesn’t know how to follow it up. 

“Don’t try to talk,” she says gently after a few seconds, going back to squeezing lemons and letting drops of juice fall into the glass of water. “Just hydrate and eat and sleep. You can meet Tae in the morning.”

Jungkook swallows. He’d forgotten about Taehyung for a bit, and the guilt clutches at his heart again.

“I fucked up last weekend,” she admits in a low voice. Then she sighs and places the lemon press on the counter. “He came to the race last weekend, to surprise me. And I was happy - I was so happy to see him. But… I don’t know what happened. I went to celebrate with the team after the race and I meant to be back quickly so I could be with him but… God, he waited all night for me. And then he left because he had a flight and…” She shrugs helplessly. “And he doesn’t even seem angry with me. He seems hurt… but not angry. And I fucking wish he’d be angry.”

Jungkook blinks, his mouth moving without intent. “You guys fight a lot,” he says quietly.

Dilara bites her lip as though she hasn’t even heard him. “I don’t know why I did that. I was so happy when I saw him, but… I’m also so angry. I’m angry all the time now and I don’t know what it is, if it’s stress or what.” She takes her fingers through her hair and exhales. “But he was the target, unfortunately. I just partied with the team, knowing he was waiting for me. And I - I don’t want to think I’m taking him for granted because I’m not, but I also don’t know why…” She turns to him finally. “I feel like a really shitty person.”

There was a time when they talked to each other about these things, he remembers vaguely, somewhere in the recesses of his shaky memory. But they didn’t quite hurt like this. 

The pop of the toaster makes him flinch but he doesn’t move, watching Dilara hold the slices of toast gingerly from the corner and drop them on a plate.

“Do you think we could’ve been happy?” he asks softly. “If you and he hadn’t got together or if you and I had met first… I think we could’ve been happy. We could go to the gym and we could game all night… we could go anywhere we want and we would’ve been so happy,” he whispers, his voice wobbling.

“Whoa, JK, are you crying?” Dilara finishes spreading a cheese spread over the toast and comes up to him. “Chill. We’ll be fine. But you’re so sweet,” she adds after a moment, reaching up to hug him. 

It hurts more than he’d ever thought possible. She doesn’t even want to know. He hugs her back, though, lowering his head into her hair and inhaling, his head heavy and starting to ache now.

He allows Dilara to force the glass into his hand and watch him drink at least a fourth of it before he stumbles his way to the dining table and falls into one of the chairs. The cheesy toast actually smells divine but there’s a good chance he might throw up if he eats too much so after a couple of bites, he abandons the slice and drops his hurting head into his hands.

“Okay, mate, I think you need to head to bed now.” 

He opens his eyes with difficulty to see her kneeling in front of him. “I’ll never get over you,” he admits, and even through the extreme intoxication, he can hear the fear in his voice. “I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life and you’ll never -” His voice breaks. “How do I get over you?”

But Dilara is already shaking her head. “Jungkook,” she says clearly, as though she hasn’t heard him. “You need to sleep. You’re mumbling and slurring and I can’t understand you. Can we talk tomorrow morning, please?”

Jungkook can’t believe it. She’s ignoring him completely; it’s unfathomable to her - his feelings are unfathomable to her and he feels ridiculous and childish and suddenly certain beyond belief that if shows her how serious her is, she might finally hear him -

“Hey.” She interrupts his thoughts but she isn’t looking at him. “Livestream done?”

Jungkook turns in horror, his heart beating in a blind panic as Taehyung stands at the end of the hallway, hands in the pockets of his trousers. He answers Dilara, but his eyes are on Jungkook. 

“Yeah, a few minutes ago.” He nods at him. “Jungkook? I thought I heard your voice.”

He knows. Jungkook is sure of it - he can see it in his eyes, he most definitely heard him beg Dilara to help him get over her, perhaps to their entire conversation since he entered this apartment. He knows and he hates me. Jungkook can feel his breathing become shallow, Dilara’s voice barely audible over the fuzzy static in his mind.

“Yeah, he’s pretty wasted,” says Dilara in a low voice, standing up. “I’m glad you’re here - I’ve been trying to get him to hydrate and eat something but he’s been stumbling a bit and saying a bunch of things -”

No! Jungkook wants to yell but something far worse creeps through his stomach and chest. “Oh, no,” he mumbles, pressing his hand over his mouth.

“Oh, no,” echoes Dilara in horror. “Tae, he’s going to vomit.”

“I got it,” mutters Taehyung, grabbing Jungkook’s arms and walking him to the hallway bathroom, turning on the light and throwing the toilet seat open just in time for Jungkook to fall to his knees and empty the contents of his stomach, including Namjoon’s expensive whiskey. He throws up two more times, hardly able to feel Taehyung’s hand patting his back wryly, while Dilara’s voice appears from far away, the words all muffled.

No, no, she can’t see me like this, he wants to groan, but his throat hurts and he feels like he might cough a lung out if he tries to talk. He lets Taehyung help him up to his feet, the urge to cry overwhelming him for he is a horrible, horrible friend and Taehyung most likely knows it.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he tries to say but his tongue feels like sand.

“Don’t try to talk,” instructs Taehyung, pushing him gently by the shoulders so his knees buckle and his bum falls on a soft surface. It’s a bed, discovers Jungkook, and he suddenly feels like he could fall on the soft sheets and sleep forever. But Taehyung is shoving something into his face - Jungkook gulps it down and discovers it’s the lemon water.

Some of it dribbles down his chest but Jungkook keeps drinking it, for it’s actually helping now. He looks up, his vision swimming, to see Taehyung hunched before him, his handsome face inches away from his own. Jungkook looks around with a heavy head, but Dilara is nowhere to be seen.

“She’s not here.” Taehyung answers his silent question. 

Jungkook tries to focus on his face to see if there’s anything there - anger, betrayal, anything. But Taehyung’s face is as impassive as ever as he takes back the empty glass and lifts Jungkook’s legs onto the bed.

“No, hyung, wait… I’m - I’m sorry -”

“Hang on.” Taehyung disappears for a moment but then returns. “I’m leaving a bin here in case you need to throw up again, okay? Lie on your side, not your back.” He pulls his shoulder until Jungkook is sideways. “You’re going to have a hangover from hell tomorrow,” he mutters, pulling the covers over him and patting him on the shoulder. “For now, just sleep.”

Jungkook can’t take it. He has no idea if Taehyung heard him tonight or if he’s just being himself. Jungkook’s eyes are shutting of their own accord and he can feel the wetness between his eyelids. His head feels like a ton of bricks, but his stomach hurts with liquor and guilt.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he repeats hoarsely as Taehyung straightens up and stands over him. “I’m so… I’m so sorry, hyung. I’m so sorry…”

His words trail away as sleep comes for him in a rush. He can feel his mind shutting down and his eyes close, and he therefore can’t be sure if it’s a figment of his imagination when Taehyung speaks.

“I know.”

—

Taehyung enters his bedroom slowly, stopping for a moment when he sees Dilara lying across his bed on her stomach, flipping through a magazine. She looks up when he enters and gives him a small smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Put him to sleep,” he answers, making his way over to the bed and lying next to her as she goes back to her magazine. “What was he talking to you about?”

Dilara pauses for a moment before shrugging. “No idea. He was speaking Korean the whole time.”

“Hm.” Taehyung lies on his back and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning onto his side and pulling her close by the waist. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs into her shoulder.

She turns to him, frowning slightly. “Really? Even after last weekend?”

He sighs but nods. “Yeah. Even then.”

Her features soften as she turns to her side as well, facing him fully. “I really am sorry. Again.” Her eyes fall from his. “I love you,” she says after a moment. “And I’m happy.” 

There seems to be more to that sentence but she says no more. Taehyung kisses her cheek and pulls her into a hug. “I love you, too,” he replies, closing his eyes.

—

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