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the eros project
†â âč â° â [ s | a ] dating show â â° âč â .
you didnât expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.
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rewriting love
†â âč â° â [ s | a ] webtoon â â° âč â .
when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe itâs one big cruel joke.
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loverâs revenge
†â âč â° â 13.4k | s | a | rockstar â â° âč â .
you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume heâd forgotten all about you. but for the past two years youâve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.
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tunnel vision
†â âč â° â 13.4k | s | f | college/barista â â° âč â .
youâve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. heâs quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when heâs catching feelings for you instead? heâs supposed to notice her but heâs got tunnel vision when it comes to you.
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electra heart
†â âč â° â 13k | s | f | fake dating â â° âč â .
⥠just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy richâeverything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart âĄ
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love and rivalry
†â âč â° â 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college â â° âč â .
kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, heâs more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now heâs buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.
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all you want
†â âč â° â 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society â â° âč â .
in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and heâs been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?
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his special secret
†â âč â° â12.5k | s | a | college professor â â° âč â .
youâre an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. heâs your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?
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something about him
†â âč â° â 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker â â° âč â .
kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. heâs kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but thereâs just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and youâre not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.
you should feel scared or concerned but thereâs just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.
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the art of obsession
†â âč â° â 17.4K | s | a | dark academia â â° âč â .
in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyungâa grad student painter whoâs everything youâve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.
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lace and luxury
†â âč â° â 13.6k | s | sugar daddy â â° âč â .
Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich manâs world. At least thatâs how you feel working day and night to make endâs meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. Youâve become his muse and in exchange heâs become your source of pleasure and riches. Itâs a rich manâs world and youâre living in it.

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between roommates
†â âč â° â s | a | roommates â â° âč â .
youâve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkookâs friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldnât, but damn did he really want you.
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your power
†â âč â° â s | a | ceo â â° âč â .
the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type
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bunny adventures
†â âč â° â s | a | hybrid â â° âč â .
you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid whoâd only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.
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my dear friend
†â âč â° â s | f | f2l â â° âč â .
just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately youâve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.
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depend on me
†â âč â° â 13.1k | s | a | hybrid â â° âč â .
youâre so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and youâre both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. youâve always loved him but he canât see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
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never again
†â âč â° â 14.8k | s | a | neighbors â â° âč â .
jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who canât seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?
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the act of falling
†â âč â° â 14.4k | s | a | fwb â â° âč â .
what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges youâve faced are worth something.
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campus affairs
†â âč â° â 11.9k | f | s | f2l â â° âč â .
you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didnât expect much excitement out for. thatâs until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.
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fighting heart
†â âč â° â 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk â â° âč â .
never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows thereâs a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. youâre everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.
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guys my age
†â âč â° â 9.5k | s | dilf jk â â° âč â .
a summer spent at your friendâs place wasnât something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize heâs not a fan of games.
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ditto
†â âč â° â 12.9k | s | a | established relationship â â° âč â .
youâve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news youâre not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, youâll do the same and ditto.
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romantic dreams
†â âč â° â 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk â â° âč â .
heâs always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until itâs a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.
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seven days to love
†â âč â° â 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk â â° âč â .
jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who canât seem to get the hint that youâre not interested. heâs loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just canât seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.
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cool with you
†â âč â° â 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk â â° âč â .
your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didnât want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasnât worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.
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limerence
†â âč â° â 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk â â° âč â .
a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship youâve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it backâif you could get it back
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million dollar darling
†â âč â° â19.7k | s | rich!jk â â° âč â .
jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friendâs million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place⊠and all the reasons he should stay â the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.
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lost and found
†â âč â° â 18.7k | s | friendâs ex boyfriend â â° âč â .
your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didnât want to think of all the chances you lost and thatâs why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didnât go the way you thought they had and youâre thrown for a loop. youâre stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesnât help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.
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tempest
†â âč â° â 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend â â° âč â .
youâve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didnât expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. heâs got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.
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ukiyo
†â âč â° â 17.7k | s | f | summer romance â â° âč â .
itâs the start of summer and thereâs nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. heâs charming in a way youâve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.
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effortlessly yours
†â âč â° â 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer â â° âč â .
in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youâthe one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youâve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
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infrunami
†â âč â° â 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers â â° âč â .
youâve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. heâs there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts⊠thereâs one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like thereâs nothing between you.
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shameless
†â âč â° â 31.5k | s | a | infidelity â â° âč â .
unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out heâs not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.
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summer bummer baby
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love lies
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the road not taken 06 | myg

part five: all is fair in love and war
Summary: Not everything turned the way you wanted, but you were used to it.
<part five
âpairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!oc
ârating: +18
âgenre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?), slow burn
âwarnings/tags: slow burn, angst, fluff, flashbacks, *takes a deep breath* multiple smut scenes, protected sex and not so protected sex(?), fingering, explicit language, dom!yoongi if you squint, lots of teasing, lots of kissing, also DONâT open condoms with your teeth pls !! btw english is not my first language.
âwords: 14k
âa/note: literally screaming as I write this bc I havenât been so excited to post anything everrrr. omg this was so complicated to write it has my blood, sweat and tears on it!! hope you like it and as always Iâm open to discuss this part in the asks (please do) (itâs an order)
series masterlist | teaser | playlist
Four years ago
It wasnât a surprise for you to know that Yoongi was a patient man. He never rushed things;Â he knew how to wait, he knew the precise moments to act and when to hold back. Tonight was no exception. He didnât seem to be in any hurry, taking his time as if the world had all the hours to spare just for you and him, he knew that the night itself was in his pocket.
He wasnât wrongâthe night was just beginning, and there was no reason to escape, rush, or leave early. But at this moment, you were anything but patientânot because you didnât know how to wait, but because you had already waited long enough. From the way his fingers grazed your thighs during the car ride home to the kisses in the elevator, your impatience was growing rapidly. Every second felt drawn out, and you kept wondering how he could ignore the tension in the air, how you were sick with anticipation, on edge, waiting for his hands to touch you the way you truly wanted.
âIt unzips from the back.â You whispered, breaking the silence of the quiet room.Â
He saw your bright wide eyes shining in the dark, your swollen red lips and a strap of your dress falling off your shoulder, almost feeling guilty for all the things he was thinking of doing to you.Â
âI know.â He breathed out, as if he hadnât studied every part of your dress just hours before; where the zipper was, how long it was, how long it would take him to take it off.
You looked like youâd stepped out of one of his summer dreams, the kind that pulled him from his sleep, breathless and soaked in sweat in the middle of the night. Only this time he didnât have to close his eyes and try to enter the same illusion again, he didnât have to imagine the ending, he had you right there.
His lips moved slowly against yours, taking his time as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch as though he wanted the moment to last forever. He ventured one hand up your back, searching for the zipper of your dress and finding it with ease. With a smooth tug, he pulled it down in one motion, leaving it loose. A tingling excitement swept through you as his hands slid beneath your dress, dragging the shiny fabric upwards against your skin, pulling it over your head to leave you almost naked, wearing only your underwear.Â
A chill traced its way down your spine, and a cold breeze swept over your body. If you werenât so turned on by the way he was looking at youâhis dark eyes roaming over you, absorbing the sight of youâyouâd be embarrassed about the fact that the only piece of clothing under that dress were your black lace panties, but the man on top of you didnât seem bothered at all, in fact, he seemed more than satisfied.
His hands were soft against your skin, he ran his fingers down your waist, your hips and over the lace waistband of your panties, making your pulse accelerate. âYou're so beautiful.â He mumbled, out of breath.
"You think?" You whispered. He bit his bottom lip, nodding as his palms slowly made their way up your torso, pressing your breasts, squeezing on the flesh and brushing his thumbs over your hardening tips. You let out a quiet whimper, arching your back to meet his touch. Yoongi immediately felt tight in his pants like he was a teenager.Â
You quickly became addicted to his touchâthe way his lips kissed yours with a fervor that ignited every nerve in your body, how he nipped playfully at your skin, leaving a trail of electric anticipation in their wake. The way he held you tightly, as if to ensure you wouldnât move, but you werenât going anywhere.
âHm, and hot." He said, trailing open mouth kisses down your neck, nibbling your skin as if he was determined to mark it. His lips traveled from your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, you felt his breath against your skin and then his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue back and forth as his other hand brushed your other breast with his thumb just for the sake of driving you crazy. Yoongi was gentle, his moves were painfully slow, you couldnât help but choke back a moan, arching your back forward already feeling dizzy. âI dreamt of having you like thisâ He breathed out, his lips going to your other breast, kissing your skin and leaving you undone. âSo pretty and soft, all mine.â
You were sure he could see how his words affected you, that and the feeling of the fabric of his pants grazing over your core tortuously, his heavy breath and his hands over your body made you want to shut your legs off, clenching around nothing. âYoongiâŠâ You sighed, trying to sound firm but inevitably failing. He hummed, pulling away before leaving a wet kiss on your skin. âThis is not fair.â You huffed, making him gaze up, finding your hooded eyes observing him with furrowed eyebrows. âHow come youâre still dressed?â
For a moment, he wanted to laugh, but from the way you grabbed his shirt as if you wanted to rip it off, you seemed dead serious. The fact that you were practically naked in his bed wasnât going to change your attitude towards him, and Yoongi knew that more than anyone; if there was one thing he had learned over the years was not to make you angry and even if you were far from being discontent, he was not trying to tempt the devil.
The confused look on Yoongiâs face melted away, placing a cheeky smirk on his lips right after. âI almost forgot how bossy you are.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, covering your breasts. Â
âAm I bossy?â You asked, raising an eyebrow. He did not miss the warning tone that lingered on your voice.Â
âYou are⊠really cute.â He answered, dodging your question as he watched your frown disappear from your face, you smiled, accepting the compliment. He quickly unfastened all the buttons of his shirt, taking it off and throwing it away somewhere in the room, he was pleased to grant your wishes.
You bit your bottom lip, satisfied. It was a rare sight; you could count the amount of times that you saw Yoongi shirtless, including that one time last summerâbut it was different this time, his frame was broader and his shoulders were wider, you could notice the subtle definition of his arms, of his chest, you swore it could drive you insane. Fuck that damn gym.
âThis too?â He asked, his fingers tightening around the belt of his pants. You looked at him through your lashes, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.Â
âThat too.â You nodded eagerly, and he had no choice but to comply with your instructions; you were observing every move he made as you laid on his bed, with your hair scattered across the pillow looking at him like you could ask anything from him and he would give it to you. He wasted no time, straightened up and unbuckled his pants, managing to get rid of them easily.Â
He bent close to you, his face inches away from yours as he locked your gaze with you, his hands reaching for the only piece of clothing that prevented you from being fully naked âWhat about this?â He asked, playfully curling his fingers on the waistband of your panties, his hot breath hitting your mouth.Â
A tingling sensation filled you, and goosebumps spread across your skin as his fingers moved down your center, slipping between your tights and pushing your panties aside, gently gliding through your wet folds. He was careful, rubbing slow circles on your clit, teasing your entrance as if he were mocking you, playing with you. âShould I take this off?â His deep voice resonated in your ears.Â
In a matter of seconds you felt yourself becoming completely vulnerable. You tilted your head, trying not to close your eyes. âPleaseâŠâ You let out in a weak whisper, feeling your skin getting warmer.Â
âPlease?â He chuckled. âPlease what?âÂ
You had been instantly pushed into a trance, you were too lost in the sensation to be embarrassed by how wet you already were. âPlease, take it offâŠâ You said, being washed by a wave of pleasure every time his finger taunted your entrance, only to come back to your clit, sending you closer and closer to the edge.
You were sure that with a few quick movements you could do that by yourself, but there was something about Yoongi being in control that made your stomach turn, and there was something about you, uncomfortably squirming under him, slowly moving your hips to meet his fingers and patiently waiting for his next move that made Yoongi feel like a caveman.Â
âAnd then?â He continued to ask, âWhat should I do next?â
Then, like he knew exactly what buttons to push, he sank two of his fingers into you, curling inside you without further notice. You gasped softly, but the answer got stuck in your throat, lost in a sea of thoughts. One of his hands firmly gripped your thigh, spreading you out so he could have a better access to your pussy, sinking his fingers and pulling away so he could toy with your sensitive clit.Â
You gripped his shoulders to find some balance while his fingers pulled out, gathering your wetness to fuck you again without hurry, taking his time so he could watch every expression you made, the soft frown in your face, your slightly parted lips, the way you bit your lip everytime you were about to make a loud sound, you were crumbling apart for him slowly, almost without noticing.
You shut your eyes, âYoongiâŠâ You moaned out.
âYes?âÂ
You bit your lips, struggling to find the words. His voice sounded so gentle but his actions were so evil, you never imagined that Yoongi was going to be this bad, mocking and teasing you for his own satisfaction, and somehow, it felt like he fell from the sky just for you.Â
âYouâre being meanâŠâ You whimpered, rolling your head back against the pillow. He slithered his hands over your chest, playing with your breast as you rolled your center against his hand, trying to chase the feeling. âDonât play with me.â
Your voice and your words were laced with sin, he had never heard you talk in such a soft and tender manner, even if you were practically threatening him.Â
Yoongi was aware he could only push the teasing so far, not only because you were too eager, but he also had to consider how tight he was feeling in his boxers, he knew he was in no position to keep playing with you. Still, he smirked, satisfied as he observed the way you melted in his hand.Â
He brushed his nose over yours âWhat, do you want me to stop?â He said, a mocking tone in his voice. You wouldâve been furious with him in any other scenario, but in this particular one you couldnât help but feel completely flustered.Â
You let out the most pathetic mewl sound you ever heard, shaking your head.Â
âMmm, thought so.â He chuckled, closing the distance between the two of you to catch your lips between his teeth and wrapped you in a fervent kiss. With an urgency, he grabbed a handful of your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tilted your head to the side and opening his mouth wide open, deepening the kiss. It seemed like the only right way to be kissed; hard, sloppy and messy, he eagerly licked your tongue in your mouth and managed to erase every coherent thought in your mind as he kept fucking you with his fingers, making you moan into his mouth.
It felt too good, his body against yours, his lips kissing you as if he was about to devour you, his fingers grazing over your clit every time he pulled them out of your pussy just to push them deep down inside you again. You wished you could prolong the moment for a few more seconds, but the familiar tight feeling on your stomach warned you that you were dangerously close to your climax.
Yoongi, incapable of keeping it together any longer, pulled his fingers out at the same time he broke the kiss apart, making you finch. You whined in protest, but he left a small kiss in the corner of your lips in hopes to keep you content.Â
âStop torturing meâŠâ You said, already feeling frustrated.Â
âIs this what you call torture?â Yoongi scoffed, his voice hoarse. He reached for the nightstand next to his bed, pulling open the drawer. You heard his hand quickly going over some clutter, removing things until he finally found what he was searching for. âWhat about me? Watching you about to cum while Iâm fucking hard.âÂ
Your eyes inevitably traveled south, observing the outline of his cock under his tight boxers. You gulped, that view was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Even if he was struggling a bit with the whole situation, Yoongi knew he could die happily right there, he could not complain at all.Â
When Yoongi noticed the way you were ogling him, your thoughts drifting elsewhere, he tried to catch your attention by holding up the small condom package in front of your face, its glossy surface glinting under the light. âOpen it.â He just said.Â
You paused for a brief second, then decisively bit the foil, opening it with your teeth.
Fuck.Â
If Yoongi wasnât completely hard before, now he felt he could explode right in this moment.Â
âFuck, you might kill me tonight," He breathed, surrender evident in his voice as his gaze lingered on you, trying maintaining his composure, though impatience was beginning to creep into his demeanor. You couldnât help but smile. âNow let me take these offâ He said, hooking one of his fingers on the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and taking them off. You bit your lips in anticipation, watching the piece of clothing disappear from your eyesight.Â
âIt wasnât that difficult after all.â You murmured, making him laugh. You would never miss an opportunity to pick a fight with him.Â
âGod, Pinky. Do you ever shut up?â He said, gripping the back of your thighs and bringing you closer to him. You rolled your eyes, but your attitude didnât last very long; the next thing you saw were his hands, pushing down his underwear to let his cock spring free, almost making you choke with your own saliva.Â
You suddenly shifted yourself up onto your elbows, ever so dramatic. âYoongiâŠâ You cried, giving him more than one reason to feel cocky right now. âI donât know if I can take that.â A smirk tugged from the corners of his lips, one of his hands traveling down his length to jerk himself off, determined to drive you insane. You shouldâve imagined that the fact that Yoongi was so confident and cocky was directly connected to how big he was; you wanted to punch him just for that alone. This wasnât fair at all.Â
Yoongi laughed, rolling the condom onto himself and shaking his head, not paying real attention to your concern. He settled himself between your legs, dragging his crown between your wet folds, you barely managed to bite back a moan, throwing your head against the pillows. âYouâre soaking wet, baby. You can take it.â His voice sounded so deep it vibrated in your ears, the weight of his words filled with lust and the gentle feeling of the tip of his cock resting on your entrance were so overwhelming it almost made you miss the new endearment, but you heard it just right, even if you felt like were in the brink of madness, aching to feel him inside you.
âThen, hurry up.â You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. He chucked at that, never in a million years he thought he would have you like that, trapped under him, with a frown on your face, urging him to hurry up. He would be lying if he said he wasnât enjoying it.Â
âNo need to rush, we have all night.â He simply said, as if he was purposefully trying to annoy you, but the truth was that, as patient as he could be, having you naked under him and not being inside you was beginning to do a number on him, too.
You let out a cry when he sank into you, slowly guiding himself deep inside your pussy, groaning. Your whole body burned in flames, but it felt too good. âTake everything for me, be a good girl.â He said, his gaze meeting the way you sucked him whole, you were too far gone to make sense of anything else. Your whole body burned in flames, but it felt too good, you gasped when he pushed a leg against your torso, burying himself inside you and reaching your deepest point, youâve never felt that full. âLook at thatâ fuck, you fit me just right.â
âFuck. Yoongi, I-â You attempted to form a coherent sentence, furrowing your eyebrows as you felt his cock stretching you open, leaving you breathless.Â
âHowâs that, hmh?âÂ
Lacking a better response, you nodded, letting a small whimper leave your lips. âPlease, moveâŠâ You mumbled, immediately feeling how he began to set a pace, moving languidly and enjoying how your body adjusted to him as he moved inside you. He slid his cock almost completely out of you, slamming back to meet your body once again, you felt yourself dripping down his length, certain that you were becoming a complete mess. âItâs so good.â You whimpered, not even thinking straight, you were completely focused on the way he was slipping in and out of your wet heat.Â
Yoongi could only think how good you felt, just the view of you, overwhelmed with your eyes barely open, biting your lips so you made the least amount of noise possible, made his cock throb inside you, making him feel like he was on the verge of breaking. âYouâre so tight, baby.â He moaned out, obsessed with the way you wrapped around him perfectly, the way your cunt pulled him back in every time he pulled away, the way your breast bounced in front of him as he drilled in and out of you. He was sure he wasnât going to last much longer, and he knew that, considering that you were just about to cum a few moments ago, you werenât going to last long either. âYou look so pretty taking me, wish I could take a picture.â
âGod- YoongiâŠâ You whimpered, his name slipping out, the only word you could grasp, filling every corner of your mind.. You felt your pleasure building in your belly and your thighs trembling as he kept thrusting inside you, âIâm not, oh-â Your voice got caught in your throat when you felt a particularly hard thrust hit your sweet spot, leaving you breathless.Â
âYou like it, baby?â He grunted against your neck leaving wet kisses on your skin as his thrusts deepened . You nodded several times, the only thing you could do was moan in response. âTell me you like it.âÂ
âI- Yes, I love it, feels so good.â You slurred, feeling his lips kissing your jaw, your cheek and then catching your lips, kissing you softly, a gesture so gentle compared to the way he was fucking you open.Â
He bit your lips tenderly âYou feel so nice.â He murmured against your mouth, âWant to have you like this all night, would you let me?â Your voice was cut by a moan, as if you could find an answer for that anyway. âWould you let me fuck you all night?â
You were certain that his words were going to be engraved in your mind for a long time, you wouldnât be able to forget the way he pronounced each syllable, compelling you into saying whatever he wanted to hear, how he looked at you without any kind of inhibition, how he touched you like your body was his only; you werenât sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
âY-yes, please.â You moaned out, feeling yourself clench around him at the thought.Â
âSuch a good girl.â He said between huffs. âSo perfect, like you were made just for me.â
Completely drunk on his compliments, you sobbed, digging your nails on his biceps once he began to sped his thrusts, he could see the desire spreading all over your face, moaning into his mouth âFuck, right there.â You said in the prettiest of whimpers âIâm- so close.âÂ
âYou gonna cum for me?â You didnât need to tell him, he could feel the way you were throbbing around his cock, bouncing up and down and getting tighter with each thrust, it was driving him crazy.Â
âYeah, Iâm-â You struggled to finish the sentence, your thoughts were all tangled, your words stumbled upon each other, âItâs too muchâŠâ you could only feel the burning sensation between your legs, your wet thighs, his hips hitting against yours filling the room with filthy sounds. Somewhere in your mind there was a version of you that was worried about the sound of Yoongiâs headboard hitting the wall, or how loud both of you sounded, or the fact that Yoongiâs building was full of elder people who will have more than a reason to complain the next day, but if you were being honest, right now you couldnât find the will to even care about it one bit.Â
One of his hands reached to grab your jaw, making you look him straight into his eyes, but you were struggling to focus your crystallized gaze. âWant to see you cum for me.â He hissed, hypnotized by how pretty you looked, whimpering and sobbing around him. Without notice, one of his hands slithered between your bodies, running down your belly and meeting his fingers on your sensitive nub, tracing small circles on it to finish you. âBe good for me, baby, cream my cock.â
âFuck, d-donât stopâŠâ Your eyes fluttered shut, arching your back off the mattress as you felt yourself coming undone. You had never felt that way, so high on your own pleasure, a few more thrusts were enough to push yourself over the edge, tightly squeezing around him and moaning his name like a broken record. You dug your nails into his back, clinging to him as though you might collapse if you let go, but he helped you ride your high, even if the sight of you was about to push him to his breaking point. âThatâs it, baby, I got you.â He said, his voice barely hanging by a thread. His thrusts began to feel uncoordinated, a sign that he was not far from his release. âGod, youâre so pretty, youâre gonna make me cum, too.âÂ
He crashed his lips onto yours, making you swallow all his moans as he fucked himself into you, reaching his climax. The room was filled with your heavy breath, muffled moans, the sound of his skin hitting against your as you finished milking him dry, with your forehead against his, murmuring his name in the dark as you both came down from your high.
You were tired, your whole body felt heavy and sore, but you still felt like you were floating on a cloud. His lips kissed you, making you feel like you were in an alternate universe.Â
âYouâre not real.â He said, mesmerized as he met your teary eyes. You didnât know where this Yoongi came from, but you didnât want him to leave.Â
You groaned, suddenly feeling shy. âYouâre too muchâŠâ You said, hiding your face in his neck.Â
You heard him chuckle as his body softened on top of you. âGet used to it.âÂ
Maybe it was time to admit that you were a bit messed up in the head, realizing you never quite knew when to let your guard down. You could excuse it by saying you'd spent so long building walls around yourself that youâd forgotten what it felt like to live without them, or you could just tell the truth and say that you were afraid.
As you rested in Yoongiâs bed, refusing to fall asleep, you observed him, wishing to be as clueless and unafraid of the future as him.Â
You heard his muffled voice, Yoongiâs face was buried in the crook of your neck, as he refused to go to sleep just yet. âYou never told me if you like me too.â He said as he hugged your waist.
You traced your fingers along the back of his neck, gently threading through his long hair at the nape.
âI donât, what gave you the impression?â You joked, making him bite the skin of your neck for teasing him.
âCâmonâŠâ He said, glancing up âTell me.â
You couldnât help but laugh at the sight, his eyes barely open and the pout on his mouth while he asked you to confirm something obvious.Â
âI like you, Yoongi. I really do.â You confirmed, as if it was ever necessary to do so.
âBut since when?â He leaned in slightly, his gaze intense.
âI can't tell you that.â
He frowned, a hint of confusion crossing his face. âWhy?â
You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes. âMmm... because it's embarrassing.â
âI wouldnât care,â He insisted, shifting to lie down beside you, settling onto the pillow with a gentle sigh. You turned towards him, mirroring his position from before and resting your head on his chest, your fingers tracing random patterns along his chest.
âI know,â You murmured, your voice softer now. âBut I would.â You hesitated, the words tasting heavier than you'd expected. âItâs just... itâs a long time.â
He propped himself up slightly, looking down at you, his brow furrowed with curiosity. âHow long?â He pressed. âSince college?â
You snorted softly, shaking your head. âLonger than that.â
He tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. âMmm... since high school?â His voice held a teasing edge. âI wasnât that cute back then.â
âYou were really cute in high school,â you found yourself admitting, a smile tugging at your lips as your mind wandered back. You could still picture him, awkward in his oversized clothes and square glasses, but somehow, to you, heâd been the only boy who existed.
He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. âSo... since high school.â
âMmmâŠâ You hesitated to answer. Hiding your face on his chest. You felt his fingers on your waist, squeezing the flesh so he could make you look at him. âA bit longer than that.â
Yoongi sighed, trying to think of a memory where he remembered you having a crush on him, but nothing came to mind. For someone you claimed to be the smartest person in the room, he seemed to be completely clueless. Perhaps because Yoongi always saw you as your brother's little sister, as this teenager that wanted nothing to do with her brother, as his friend. The idea of you having a crush on him since that long was crazy, but more crazy was the fact that he didn't notice at all.Â
âGod, donât make that face,â you complained, rolling your eyes as you shifted uncomfortably.
âWhat face?â he asked, his voice distant, a slight frown tugging at his features as he seemed momentarily distracted.
âI told you, itâs embarrassing.â
He raised an eyebrow. âIs it that bad to have a crush on me?â
You groaned, feeling your cheeks flush. âShut up, you know what I mean.â
âNo, I donât.â He shook his head with a playful grin, inching closer, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. âI still want to know.â
You huffed, debating whether to tell him the truth or not.
âWhat exactly do you want to know?â You asked, a mix of hesitation and willingness in your voice, ready to answer his question.
âMmm... I donât know, when did you know?â He asked, his tone casual, though his eyes held a deeper curiosity.
âI was a kid, Yoongi,â You replied, your voice softening, as if the memory itself were a weight.
âWhat about it? Iâm curious.â
Maybe you were the only one in the room who found it embarrassing, because Yoongi wasnât judging youâhe was simply asking, genuinely interested. But the answer⊠it came from somewhere deep inside, a place you couldnât quite reach, no matter how hard you tried. It wasnât something that could be spoken so easily, yet here you were, on the verge of telling him.
You smiled, closing your eyes. âThe thing is⊠that I donât think is something that I can remember, Yoongi.â You confessed âItâs embarrassing because maybe I always felt that way. I was never the kind of kid who could be easily understood, but you did, and in those moments where you didn't, you sided with me anyway. And I don't know, I felt like you saw right through me and I liked that. I guess that messed with my head, because I knew that what I felt was somewhat irrational but I couldn't make it go away, I tried but I still can't. I have always been kind of a loser.â
Yoongiâs chest tightened, as though a quiet ache settled in, deep and raw. It was as if he could sense the weight behind your wordsâthe hesitation, the vulnerabilityâbut he knew they were nothing but the truth. You couldnât remember when your feelings for him began, because, in a way, he had always been there, lingering just beneath the surface of your thoughts.
He reached out, his hand gently threading through your hair before sliding down your back, pulling you closer to him.
âYou're not a loser, Pinky,â He murmured, his voice low and steady as his fingers found the back of your neck, keeping you anchored to him. âAnd youâre not difficult to understand. Youâre not irrational, or crazy, or losing your mind.â A soft laugh escaped you as you listened to him list off your most frequent self-deprecating phrases.
âIsnât it a bit embarrassing, though?â You whispered, the words barely escaping your lips
âWhat, having a crush?â He asked, letting out a small chuckle.
You nodded, but a part of you wanted to shake your head, to clarify that it wasnât just about the crush. It was the way you had fallen in love with himâbecause, somehow, he was the only one who could ever truly understand you.
âFor this long?â You whispered.Â
âNothing wrong with that,â He replied, his fingers gently tracing through your hair, the touch soothing.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a kiss to his chest, settling closer against him. You felt a wave of warmth washing all over your body.Â
âYou're too good to me.â
He let out a soft laugh, sitting up straighter on the bed. âCome here,â He murmured, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer with ease. âI want to kiss you until you give me a toothache.â
You chuckled, feeling the warmth of his touch as his hands cupped your face. âIâm too sour to give you a toothache.â
âNo, you're sweet,â He insisted, his grip tightening around your waist. With a playful move, he slid one of your legs around his, drawing you onto his lap. âYou're nauseatingly sweet. Now shut up, sit here.â You settled on his lap, still shaking your head in defiance, even as your body remained pressed against his. âI want you to ride me.â
You snorted, surprised. âI have to shower...â You murmured, trying to pull back, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders to create some distance.
âRide me first,â he breathed, his voice low and insistent. âThen weâll shower.â
He leaned in for a kiss, grabbing your waist to keep you pressed to his body. âWe?â You asked against his lips, chuckling.
You didnât forget the fact that you were still naked, he kept kissing you, aligning your hips so he could rub your slit with his cock, making you wince. âDonât you want to shower with me?â He innocently asked, pressing down your body against him so there was no space between the two of you.
You bit his lip, making him let out a small moan against your mouth. âMaybeâŠâ You sighed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. âWhy would I want to?â
ââCause Iâll make you cum.â He said without any trace of hesitation in his voice.
You groaned, rolling your hips against his body. âReally?â You kept teasing. He nodded, leaning back against the headboard, his hands sliding to your ass to pull you closer. âHow?â
He raised his hips to meet your entrance, teasing your clit with every movement. From a second to another, you were trapped in a trance again. âFirst, Iâm fucking you with my fingers.â He slowly said, his voice deep as he left a kiss on your neck, his palms gripping your ass to press you closer to him. You nodded, enjoying the way he handled you as he pleased. âAnd when youâre close Iâm gonna start eating out that lovely pussy of yours. But when you think youâre just about to cum Iâll stop.â You whimpered, your head already spinning at the thought. The only logical thought in your mind was that Yoongi should be thrown in jail for the way he spoke, and the way he was moving. âI will only fuck you with my cock when youâre begging me to fill you with my cum, would you like that?â You let out a shaky breath, nodding, not thinking much about what you were agreeing to. âWould you like me to cum inside you, baby?âÂ
You nodded pathetically, your eyes fluttering shut as he ease the ache between your legs every time he rolled his hips against your body. You felt yourself clenching around nothing, feeling completely ridiculous at the thought of cumming like this. Suddenly, he stopped his movements, making you open your eyes to look at him.Â
Yoongi was looking at you with a mischievous smirk on his face, ready to tease you. âOr I can let you go, I donât mind.â He murmured, leaving an innocent kiss on your lips.Â
You punched his arm, annoyed at him. âFuck you.â
It was like the secrets of the world were held inside Yoongiâs bedroom, because you havenât left since you arrived.Â
You knew you should probably leave, give your mother a New Yearâs kiss in person rather than sending a quick text, change into fresh clothes, and get some proper sleep. But inside these four walls, it was as if time had not passed. Youâd woken up this morning beside him, determined to be the kind of girl who slipped away early, left no trace and didn't linger. But instead of the cold chill of the morning, you felt the warmth of his chest against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, his breath soft against your neck. So, you let yourself stay just a few seconds longer, waiting for him to wake up first.
You stayed in bed until he offered one of his t-shirts to wear and kissed your nose, he only left the bed to make breakfast.
Now you were kneeling on the floor, lowering your head to search under Yoongiâs bed for your dress. You wondered what would be worse: showing up at home in Yoongiâs clothes or wearing last nightâs dress.
âWhat are you looking for?â You heard his voice behind you. You sat up, turning your attention to him. He was still wrapped in his morning lookâgray sweatpants, a black tee, and ruffled hair, probably thanks to you. Damn, he looked good.
âMy dress.â You explained âWhere did you throw it?âÂ
âOh, I put it in my wardrobe,â He answered casually, extending his hand to help you up from the floor. You took it, trying to keep the shirt you were wearing from hiking upâthough it was a losing battle. âWhy?â
âIâd better get going,â You said shyly, nodding towards the door.Â
âWhy?â He repeated, furrowing his eyebrows.
âWell, umâŠâ You stammered, searching for an answer, but you didnât have one.
âYou can stay,â he interrupted, his tone firm.
âI donât know⊠I have no clothes.â The words felt foolish as soon as they left your mouth.
He scoffed. âYou have clothes.â He scanned your body from head to toe, but all you were wearing was an old shirt that still smelled like his perfume and a pair of boxers heâd kindly offered you after tossing your black panties in the wash. You didnât actually have clothes. âYouâre dressed right now.â He stepped closer, his hand reaching for your waist over the fabric of his shirt. You unconsciously stepped towards him, letting him cup your face with one of his hands.âI wish you werenât, though.âÂ
âYoongiâŠâ You whined, hypnotized by the way he bit his bottom lip.
âWhat?â He murmured.
âMy mom?âŠâ You mumbled, making him laugh once again.Â
âAre you serious?â He asked, his knee slowly pushing between your legsâwas he trying to make you trip into his bed?
You gripped his shoulders tightly, determined to stay on your feet.
âI bet your momâs just fine,â He said, his voice laced with mockery. âUnless you want to leave.â
His knee pressed deeper into your thigh, but you fought back, unwilling to let gravity win so easily.
You tried to come up with a clever, sassy response, something that would shut down his attempts to make you blush, but you were too focused on not falling into his bed. You opened your mouth, but no words came out.
âDo you want to leave?â He asked, lowering his voice and pulling your face closer with his grip.
You pursed your lips, finally losing the battle with gravity as you tumbled into the bed, pulling him down with you. Your eyes locked for a brief moment, the room so still you could hear the pounding of your own heartbeat and the soft sound of his hands running up your thighs, squeezing the skin beneath the fabric of his boxers.
âOr do you want to stay?â He murmured, his breath hot against your ear, though the words seemed to echo in your mind.
You were too proud to say anything, he shouldâve known you didnât like to ask for things, but he was proud as well, he needed you to say it, and maybe this time you wanted to do it.
âIâll stay...â You whispered, making him smirk.Â
âMmm⊠I wonât argue with that.â He murmured, pressing your nose against yours and kissing you with his mouth open, melting you under his body as his hands did the rest of the work.
And when you finished, tangled with each other, with his nose buried in your neck and his body on top of yours, he breathed out. You sighed, observing the watch on his wrist next to your head, it was only eleven in the morning. And that should be the perfect moment to run away before he kicked you out, but when you tried to move under his body, you found his gaze.Â
âWhat?â He smiled, gripping your waist so you stayed there.Â
âNothingâŠâ You said âAm not allowed to look at you now?âÂ
âNo, you are.â He said âYouâre just not allowed to look at me like youâre about to tell me you have to run away- I mean, that you have to leave.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âCâmon, youâll get tired of me.â
He braced himself on his arms, lowering his hands into the mattress as he hovered above you, just like he had five minutes ago before you came undone under him. The memory sent a flutter through your stomach, but now, he looked cuteâconfused by your words.
âYou know, if you leave, Iâm just going to follow you home, right?â He said, catching you off guard.
âAre you serious?â You scoffed.Â
âI mean, what are you going to say? You have no clothes, you have to shower, you have to see your mom?âÂ
You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. âWhat if I want to see my mom?â You teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
âLeave your mom alone, Pinky,â He shot back, grinning. You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh. âStay with me today.â
You tilted your head, eyes searching his lips. âAnd what about tomorrow?â
âStay with me tomorrow too,â He insisted, his voice soft but firm. âAnd the day after, as well.â
âYou have no idea what you're getting yourself into...â You warned, raising an eyebrow.
âNo,â He said, his gaze steady. âTrust me, I do.â
You wondered how long you could stay before you snapped out of the trance, how many kisses you could give, how many secrets you could share, how many times he could lift your shirt up your chest, kiss your stomach, kiss your neck. It was like the secrets of the world were held inside Yoongiâs bedroom, because after that you couldnât escape his hands for the whole day.
Yoongiâs apartment suddenly became a universe of its own. He played music while you danced through the kitchen. He put on a movie as the snow fell outside, and you snuck onto his bed, napped wrapped in his arms, and woke up just in time for dinner.
For a moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place. Yoongi showed you pictures of the hotel he was planning to book for your getaway to the beach, mentioning that heâd considered booking two rooms but now didnât think it was necessary. You received a call from Simon, but you simply wished him a happy New Year without telling him anything. You texted your mom, letting her know you were with Yoongi, and she didnât ask any questions. You texted Minnie, but her response was quite differentâshe bombarded you with almost twenty texts, begging you to tell her everything.Â
Yoongi was serious, he wouldnât let you go that easily. After dinner he trapped you in bed and kissed you till you were out of breath, making you promise that youâll stay the night again.Â
âWhat if I have other plans?â You murmured as you brushed the hair away from his face.
âWhat other plans would you have?â He teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
âI donât know, what if I have to see a boy?â You shot back, a mischievous glint in your eye.
âMmm, what boy?â He asked.
You bit your lip, sensing the opportunity waiting for you to seize it.
âI think you know him, actually,â You said, shifting slightly under him. You seemed to find yourself in that position more often than you realized. âHis nameâs Namjoon. Does that ring any bells?â
Yoongi blinked, clearly caught off guard, before letting out a soft chuckle. He grinned mischievously, then quickly reached for your sides, tickling you until you squirmed. âYouâre asking for it now,â He teased, his breath warm against your neck as he leaned in to nip playfully at the skin there.
You burst out laughing, trying to wiggle away. âStop! Stop, Iâm serious!â you gasped between laughs, but you couldnât help the smile that spread across your face as you tried to push him off.
Present
By the time Friday came, you had already decided you were on vacation. After a few calls with Sally and another few calls with your publicist, you had cleared your schedule completely and you were free to do whatever you wanted for the next three months. You supposed you deserved it, or that was what you were trying to convince yourself about as you had breakfast and planned what you were going to do today âwhich was nothing.Â
As the days passed, the news, reporters, and everyone else trying to reach you for a statement began to forget about you, it turned out to be that you werenât the most important person in the world, and saying no to a marriage proposal wasnât the worst thing you couldâve done. The world kept spinning and everyone moved on to the next scandal, but the ache in your chest didnât go away that quick.
You tried contacting Ian countless times. At first, all you wanted was to confront him and to ask him to tell you the truth, but by the tenth attempt, you were ready to curse him and his entire family. The fact that he had blocked your number only confirmed what you suspectedâhe was the one who leaked the pictures.Â
Making peace with it felt impossible; it was as though youâd been lying beside a stranger, an enemy, for nearly four years. You wondered if he felt the same about you right nowâif that was why he did what he did. But you werenât the most forgiving person to exist, nor was forgetting in your nature. So even if some part of you knew it might be healthier to let go, you clung to the bitterness, feeling it settle deep inside you, a grudge you were ready to carry for as long as it took. Letting go simply wasnât an option.
Still, you didnât let the whole scandal ruin your main planâan early vacation in October. But it seemed your friend Minnie, sitting across from you with a glare that could kill, was more than ready to.
Minnie didnât keep insisting you on helping her with The Alley, but you knew that she was counting on you. You promised to go with her today, but the fact that you didnât say a word about it the whole week was beginning to make her think that you changed your mind.Â
âIâm going with you today.â You said without taking your eyes off your phone. âYou donât need to look at me like that.âÂ
You heard her sigh in relief. âGod, I was afraid you would say no.â
âI said I would the other day, didnât I?â You reminded her, making her roll her eyes.Â
âYes, like you are a person who doesnât change her mind at all.âÂ
You laughed, letting her comment slide.Â
By the afternoon, you were standing at the door of The Alley, waiting behind Minnie as she tried each one of the fifty keys of the keyring in locks of the large wooden doors. âI never know which key is.â She murmured under her breath, annoyed.Â
You werenât of much help, all you could do was observe her as she cursed Sid for not labeling the keys, hiding in your scarf just in case she took it on you as well. Minnie peered through the keyhole, as if she could glimpse the shape of the lock and somehow figure out which key would fit. You took a look around at the park, which was completely desolated, except for the view of two people approaching down the street.Â
It took you exactly two seconds to figure out who that was, after all, you had memorized every tiny bit of Yoongiâs personality, including the way he walked. There he was, this time dressed casually, with a black hoodie on and a black cap over his head, laughing and chatting with a blonde girl who you didnât recognize at all.
You turned immediately, pretending you hadnât just seen him and that girl heading in your direction. Your first instinct was to curse Minnie for not warning you that Yoongi would be here, but, in fairness, she had mentioned heâd be aroundâand you had assured her it didnât bother you. Still, you hadnât expected him to appear the moment you arrived. For the sake of keeping your word, you played dumb, pretending not to have seen him.
âThis is pissing me off.â Said your friend, straightening up and wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looked around, catching the glimpse of Yoongi almost as quickly as you did. âOh, donât turn around.â She warned you as she waved at him, faking a smile. âYou donât want to know whoâs coming.â
âI already know.â You gritted through your teeth.
âHow did you know?â she whispered, raising an eyebrow. âDid you feel him coming? How? Do you have some kind of spidey sense I donât know about? Like⊠an ex-boyfriend radar or something?â
You rolled your eyes. âShut up. No. I saw him.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â She asked, but you just shrugged, already hearing steps behind you, slowing down as they approached you.
âHey, guys,â Minnie said with a polite smile, holding up the jangling keyring. âAm I late? Iâve been wrestling with these keys.â
Yoongiâs eyes met yours briefly, a flicker of unease flashing across his face before he shifted his gaze to the blonde girl beside him. Her expression froze for just a moment, her gaze landing on you with a slight look of recognition, but you barely acknowledged it, focusing instead on the uncomfortable pause that followed. âUh⊠no, youâre fine,â He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. âI think weâre just a bit early.â
You murmured a quiet âhi,â watching as Yoongi stepped towards Minnie. âLet me see,â he said in that low voice of his, reaching for the keyring. Minnie handed it over eagerly, clearly too flustered to remember introductions, but you didnât mind. You had no interest in learning who Yoongi had shown up withânot in the slightest. âI already told you which one it is.â
In what universe Yoongi knew which key opened the doors of The Alley? Apparently, in this one. In a matter of seconds he had found the key and opened without any problem, leaving Minnie thanking him.Â
âI need to label it before I lose it again.â She said.
The blonde watched them both, her gaze flickering to you for just a moment before returning to Yoongi. She shifted her weight, as if she was waiting for something else to happen while Yoongi and Minnie exchanged words, but you kept quiet. You were quite used to people recognizing you on the street, especially in your hometown where every single person knew your name, that didnât mean that you enjoyed it.Â
âLook, it has different slots from the other ones.â He showed her, and Minnie looked carefully as he pointed the key.Â
âFine, Iâll try to remember.â She nodded, grabbing the keyring from his hands. âNow enter, time to work.â
Minnie clapped her hands as she stepped inside, disappearing ahead and leaving you, Yoongi, and the blonde girlâsomeone you'd never seen beforeâstanding there, exchanging glances as if there were something unspoken between you all. The blonde shifted her gaze to you briefly, her expression unreadable yet somehow expectant. You felt a knot tightening in your chest and quickly slipped past them without acknowledging it, catching up to Minnie and putting the awkwardness of the moment behind you.
âYou can play some music if you want.â Said Minnie, disappearing through a hall that led to the office.
You hurried towards her, leaving Yoongi and his friend behind without a backward glance.
âWhy does Yoongi know how to open the doors, and you donât?â You whispered, quickening your steps to keep up with Minnie.
âI told you, heâs here all the time,â She replied, barely slowing down as she moved ahead. âHe has to fix some lights from the theater today.âÂ
âAnd... who was that?â You asked, slipping into the office and closing the door behind you a little faster than necessary.
Minnie dropped her bag on the desk with a roll of her eyes. âI donât knowâsome girl heâs seeing now,â She replied, shrugging. âSheâs just here to keep him company. I doubt she cares much about The Alley, but hey, not my business.â
You nodded, suddenly feeling the faintest stir of something you couldnât quite name. You pushed it asideâno need to dwell on it.
âHow do you know?â You asked, trying to sound casual. âIs he your personal friend now?â
She chuckled, sitting back in her chair. âWeâre friendly,â the redhead replied, her tone light as if that wasnât the biggest betrayal of all.
You let yourself fall into the chair across from her, raising an eyebrow. âIs that so?â
âYeah,â She said with a shrug. âI donât really have a choice.â Then, her gaze met yours. âWe donât talk about you, though. He doesnât dare say your name.â
âHe doesnât mention me but he talks about the girls heâs seeing?â You asked, crossing your arms above your chest.Â
âYes, itâs like heâs seen a ghost everytime someone says your name, itâs funny.â She said âAnd why are you asking, anyway? Are you jealous?â She teased.Â
You couldnât deny that the fact that Yoongi couldnât stand to hear your name gave you a little bit of satisfaction, but knowing that he also shared the details of his most recent date with who was supposed to be your best friend pissed you off.Â
âYouâre a traitor, Minnie,â You muttered, shaking your head in disbelief.
She raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. âDidnât you say you had no problem with him being around?â She shot back, using your own words against you. âHeâs helping out with everything. I canât exactly avoid being friendly.â
You huffed, already knowing she was right, but it didnât stop the sting of betrayal. âStillâŠâ you grumbled, unable to hide the bitterness in your tone. âYouâre supposed to be on my side, one hundred percent.â
âI have to choose my battles, honey.â She sighed, paying little attention to your tantrum. âFor the sake of this place, at least.âÂ
You exhaled sharply, leaning back in your chair, arms still crossed. âGuess I canât argue with that,â You muttered, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice, but it still seeped through.
Minnie slipped through some papers on the desk, glancing up to you. âBesides⊠I can be on your side, which I am, and still be friendly to him. Iâm not trying to brainwash you, but heâs a great guy, you know? OverallâŠâ
âI know that.â You said, defeated, âI know that more than anyone.â
Your friend didnât need to convince you; you knew better than anyone how impossible it was to dislike Yoongi. You knew that he was a great man, a great son, a great neighbor. That he loved his mother, was the best friend of everyone and girls loved him. And yet, it was for all those reasons that you resented him. If only he were just a little less of all those things, a little more selfish, maybeâjust maybeâhe might have chosen you.
Four years ago
You have never been the kind of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, but the next morning, tangled in sheets under Yoongiâs body, you were.Â
That afternoon you inevitably had to say goodbye to him, but not without him putting on a good fight first. His mom was coming back from vacation that night and you refused to be there when she arrived just to find you wearing her sonâs clothes as pajamas for the second day in a row, even if Yoongi argued that there was nothing wrong with it since sheâd known you all your life. At the end he ended up agreeing with you, deciding that maybe you were right and driving you home.
You walked backwards towards the porch, blowing kisses to Yoongi, who sat in his car, trying to catch each one of them. He waited until you opened the door and winked at you, waving a goodbye before starting the car and disappearing. Closing the door behind you, you felt your heart beating against your ribcage, threatening to escape from your body. You leaned against the door for a moment, feeling the weight of the silence that filled the space around you. Your breath was shallow, your chest tight, as if the air itself was heavier now that he was gone.Â
You had always been in love with Yoongi; it was a weight you had carried for most of your life. You had grown tired of trying to get rid of it, learning to live with it as if it were a curse. But this time, it felt different, it was like love was supposed to feel like.Â
You wanted things to sink in and be as far from him as you possibly could, but as soon as you heard the car driving away, a sudden urge to run and look for him took over you.Â
Still, you lay in bed for the rest of the day, feeling like you were sixteen again, wondering if it was okay to text him first. What should you say? That you had a great time? That you wanted to see him again? You wished he could have just appeared at your doorstep without you having to ask. You wished to hear the sound of a rock against your window, only to find out it was him, calling for you.
Later that night, you did receive a text from Yoongi, though not in the way you had imagined.
Almost all of Yoongiâs memories were of just him and his mom together. The concept of family had always been different for him than it was for everyone else, but he had learned to embrace it. Even so, he often wished things could have been differentâthat his mother didnât have to work two jobs, that he didnât have to spend so much time in other peopleâs homes, that the concept of a family of two didnât come with so many complications.Â
Yoongi had spent most of his childhood with nannies and Simonâs mom, observing how Lila took her of her children and hoping that image could be his instead.Â
He grew up trying not to cause much trouble, working to help his mom, studying hard, and striving to earn a full scholarship. Between long hours at part-time jobs and nights spent pouring over textbooks, he found himself attending to her when her health took a turnâmaking meals, running errands, or simply sitting by her side to ensure she was comfortable. The weight of responsibility shaped him early, leaving little room for his own dreams, doing everything he could to lighten her burden while quietly dreaming of a future where neither of them had to struggle.
His mother had become a priority and he never complained, he loved her, but in the meantime he was slowly forgetting about himself without noticing.Â
That night, Yoongi had created a group chat to inform all his family that his mother had suffered an accident on her way home from vacation. She had fallen, breaking her hip in the process, and now required surgery as soon as possible. The tone of his message was calm, almost detached, as if he were trying to keep the weight of the situation from overwhelming anyone. Still, you could feel the urgency behind his words, the unspoken worry pressing between the lines.Â
His message said that she was going into surgery in a few hours and that his aunt was with him, but didnât answer any other message for the rest of the night until the next morning, when he announced that the surgery had gone okay and that Nari was fine, though she didnât wake up yet. Â
You felt a whole carving in your chest just by thinking of him, handling the situation alone. You knew that Yoongi always tried to convince everyone he was fine on his own, that he didnât need anyoneâs help, but you couldnât shake the image of him sitting in a hospital chair, exhausted and worn, holding it together for everyone else while no one held it together for him.Â
Even if you wanted to visit Nari, to be there for both of them, Yoongi explicitly said that people could only visit her once she was at home, three days later.
That very same morning you began your ten block walk to Yoongiâs home, starting to feel your feet getting frozen inside of your monochrome black Converse, your fingers numbing inside your half finger gloves and a strange feeling in your gut that was slowly creeping up on you.
You tried to tell yourself that it was the bad taste that left you the news of the accident, you still couldnât shake the feeling of worry, hence the anxious feeling in your stomach. Even if Yoongi had said that everything went alright, you still were worried.
You turned around and looked at the end of the street where your home was, wondering if you should go back and take your car, but you ultimately buried your hands in the pockets of your jacket and decided to carry on your way; ten blocks in the snow never killed anyone.Â
When you started to approach the old building, flashbacks immediately assaulted your memory in the least subtle of ways, it was like every kiss lingered in your skin, you couldnât wash them off.
You rang the bell, announced yourself and in less than five minutes you were in front of Yoongiâs door like you were a few days ago.Â
âPinky, I-... I didnât know you were coming.â Was the first thing he said.Â
Yoongiâs face was a map of exhaustion, his eyelids hung heavy and the skin beneath his eyes shadowed by the weight of sleepless nights.Â
âHi to you too,â you mumbled.
âSorry... Hi. You surprised me,â Yoongi replied, his voice thick with exhaustion.
âItâs okay,â you said quickly, not wanting to dwell on it. âI wanted to see Nari. I tried to text you, but-â
âI havenât been paying attention to my phone,â He interrupted, his gaze dropping for a brief moment, a tired sigh escaping him.
You frowned slightly, unsure if it was the weariness or something else. âYeah, Iâm sure. But I was hoping sheâd be here already.â
âWe arrived a few hours ago,â He explained, his voice low, as if the weight of the past few hours still clung to him.
Silence stretched between you, the kind that felt heavy, as if neither of you knew quite how to fill it.
âHow are you?â You said, taking a step closer to him.
âIâm okay now that sheâs home,â Yoongi admitted, his voice low and strained. âBut⊠I was so stressed I thought I was going to pass out.â
Your heart clenched at his words, a pang of helplessness surging through you. You fought the urge to pull him into an embrace, knowing it wouldnât erase the exhaustion carved into him.
âWhat exactly happened?â You pressed gently, your tone careful.
Yoongi exhaled, leaning briefly against the doorframe, his gaze distant. âShe slipped and landed in the worst possible way. Her hip⊠it didnât just crack. It broke clean through, but not in the middle, more on the edge, closer to where it connects to the rest of her leg. They said the pieces werenât in the right place anymore, and they had to go in and put it back togetherâ He paused, swallowing hard, his voice lowering to almost a whisper. âI wasnât even with her. It was my aunt who called me, and by the time I got to the hospital, they were already preparing her for surgery.â
âHow is she?â You asked softly, glancing at him.
âSheâs... recovering,â Yoongi said, running a hand through his hair. âThe doctors said the bone broke just outside the joint. They had to put this metal nail inside her thigh bone and screw it into place to hold everything steady so it can heal.â
âA nail?â You repeated, eyes widening.
âYeah,â He nodded. âItâs supposed to keep the bone stable. They said itâs the best way to fix this kind of break. Sheâs in a lot of pain, though.â
âI canât imagine how hard that mustâve been for her... or for you.â You took a step closer, watching the weariness in his expression.
Yoongi let out a shaky breath. âSheâs tough, though. Tougher than me, thatâs for sure.â
You kept silent for a second. âCan I see her?â You almost whispered, unsure, but he quickly moved away from the door.
âYeah, of course.â He said, suddenly remembering you were still outside of his home. âCome in, sheâll be happy to see you. Iâll let her know first.â
You stood in the living room as you watched him disappear through the hall where both of their rooms were, trying to avoid any kind of memory you had from a few nights ago. Why did you have to think of that in moments like these?
After a few seconds, you catch a glimpse of Yoongiâs face from the hall, telling you to follow him. You followed his voice, entering Nariâs room without making much noise.Â
She was laying in bed with a blanket draped over her legs. She looked up as you entered, her eyes lighting up with a welcoming smile that made her seem so much like Yoongi, and yet, not entirely. She was clearly in pain, but her cheerfulness masked it, her eyes twinkling with the same kindness you remembered.Â
âOh sweetheart, what are you doing here?â Nari said warmly, her voice a little strained but genuine. âI didnât expect you to drop by.â
âHow come? I wanted to come check on you.â You smiled, taking a cautious step closer âSimon and my mom, too. They all want to see you.â
âOh, they donât have to!â She waved off âIâll be on my feet in no time, this was nothing.â Her eyes lingered on you for a moment before shifting to Yoongi, who was quietly standing behind you.Â
You glanced over at him, catching the flicker of something unreadable in his expression before he quickly masked it. You wanted to ask him what was going on, but you didnât dare in front of his mother. Instead, you focused on her, trying to offer a comforting smile.
âIâm glad youâre okay, Nari,â You said, your voice soft but sincere. âIt mustâve been scary.â
âOh, Iâve had worse.â She shifted her weight slightly, and you could see a flash of discomfort cross her face, but she quickly masked it with another smile. âItâs just a little fracture. Nothing to worry about, really.â
Yoongi shifted, his hands gripping the keys in his pocket, eyes flicking towards his mom before looking back at you. âThe doctors said she needs to use a wheelchair for a while.â He interrupted, as if he was trying to remind his mom rather than telling you about it.Â
Nari gave him a sharp look, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced with a softer, more forced smile. âIâm okay. Really, Iâm tougher than I look.â She looked up at you.
You nodded, but something in the way she looked at Yoongi made you pause. There was an underlying tension there, something unspoken. You werenât sure if it was because of the accident or something else, but it felt like you had stepped into a moment that wasnât meant for you.
âIâll be fine,â Nari repeated, as if to reassure both you and Yoongi. âIâm just happy to see you two together. Itâs been so long since you visited.â
You smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm. âWe should all get together sometime soon, once youâre feeling better.â
You could tell she was trying to downplay everything, to act like it was just another ordinary day. But the quiet discomfort in the room, the way Yoongi stood slightly apart from her, told a different story.
You watched Yoongi shift again, clearly uncomfortable with the way things were, but he didnât say anything. Instead, he cleared his throat. âWe should let you rest, Mom.â
Nari smiled, but it didnât quite reach her eyes this time. âYes, yes. Iâll be fine. You two go on.â
You nodded, feeling the tension in the room like a heavy cloud, but not wanting to draw it out any longer. As you followed Yoongi out, you could still feel in your stomach the feeling you had when you left your house earlier.
Yoongi held the door open for you as you stepped out of the living room, your footsteps soft against the wooden floor. Neither of you said anything as you walked to the elevator at the end of the hall, the silence stretching between you like an invisible thread. Yoongi pressed the call button, and the sound of Yoongi opening the door of the elevator was the only sound that broke the stillness.
Inside, the faint hum of the elevator motor filled the space as you both stood side by side. You stole a glance at him, noticing the way his hands fidgeted slightly in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers on the wall.
âYou okay?â You asked, looking at his soft face. He glanced up, his eyes sidetracking towards your lips before looking away.Â
âYeah, Iâm just tired.â He simply said.Â
Yoongi stepped out first, waiting for you to follow before leading the way through the lobby and towards the glass doors at the exit. The cold morning air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, sharp and bracing after the warmth of the building. Yoongi stuffed his hands deeper into his jeans pockets, his breath visible in the frosty air as he exhaled. You tightened your own coat around you, walking alongside him as the wind tugged at your hair.
âDid something happen between the two of you?â You wondered out loud, watching him closing the door behind him, clutching the keys in his hand as he leaned against the stair railing beside you.Â
âNothing, she justâŠkeeps picking fights with me. Sheâs been unbearable since the surgery.â He sighed, frustration heavy in his voice. âShe tries to tell everyone itâs nothing but itâs not like that. She didnât like it when the doctor told her she had to use a wheelchair, she refused.âÂ
You looked up at him. Yoongi had always been taller than you, making you tilt your chin just slightly to meet his gaze. âShe needs time to process it. You know how she isâsheâs never liked being helped. Just give her space, and sheâll come around. Donât be too hard on her, okay?â
He let out a sharp breath. âItâs her whoâs being hard on me,â He muttered. He shook his head, the frustration evident in his eyes. âDid you see the way she looked at me? The only reason she was being nice was because you were there.â
âI know itâs tough,â You said softly, âbut sheâs not used to this. Just a few days ago, everything was normal, and now sheâs facing this huge changeâshe has to use a wheelchair for who knows how long. The meds might be messing with her mood too.â
âThe meds are driving her crazy,â He affirmed.
âWell, see? Itâs not your fault.â You said, reaching your hand to run your fingers through his hair. âYouâre doing everything you can, she will come around.âÂ
Yoongi closed his eyes when he felt your fingertips close to his face, there was something about your touch that burned him through his skin, pulling him into a trance.Â
A silence settled between the two of you, you shared a glance with him, your eyes meeting each other like a secret. It was like you could see everything that happened in his room a few nights ago just by looking him in the eye, like every kiss and every word were still palpable in the air.Â
On the surface, Yoongi knew he should be worried about other things, that his mother was the most important thing right now, but in the back of his mind there was you, laying on his bed as you begged him for one more kiss, one more touch. Oh, how he wished he could turn back time to be trapped inside his room with you alone again, like you were the only people in the world.Â
âPinky, I-â
âYoongi-âÂ
The words crashed into each other, a quiet storm of unspoken things hanging in the air between you. For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of everything that had been left unsaid that night pressing down on the space between your breaths.
âWeâŠâ He tried to say, but he cut himself. âIâm sorry for not calling.â
You shook your head, waving it off âItâs okay, I understand. I just wanted to check on both of you.â
âI wanted to call you,â He said, his voice quieter than usual. âAnd I wanted to see you⊠but I couldnât.â
âItâs alright, YoongiâŠâ You murmured, but his gaze was fixed on the floor, his eyes avoiding yours like they were afraid of something.
âPinky, about the trip to the beach-â
You cut him off gently, your voice firm despite the softness. âIâm not thinking about the trip to the beach.â You paused, feeling the weight of your words. âI was worried about your mom, I was worried about you.â
âI know, I know,â he said quickly, his voice tight as he looked away.Â
âYoongi, the trip can wait.â You insisted, but something told you that this wasnât about the tripÂ
He inhaled sharply, his breath shaky, as if the words were caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. His gaze darted to the side, then back to you.
âThatâs the thing, Pinky, I donât think it can.â His voice cracked slightly, a crack in the armor he'd been holding up. Suddenly, you felt your chest tighten, the words weighing heavily in the air. âI just⊠I donât know how to deal with all of this. Iâve been doing some thinking in the hospital, and I-â He paused, his breath hitching like he was trying to swallow something painful. âI donât know how to say this, but maybe⊠we should leave this right here.â
Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, the sudden shift in his words making it feel like the ground had disappeared beneath you. âI- What do you mean?â you managed to ask, your voice barely a whisper.
âIâm sorry, Pinky,â He murmured, his voice barely audible now, thick with regret. His eyes flicked away, unable to meet yours. âFor everything. I wanted to call you and explain⊠but I couldnât. I was afraid you thought I used you and-â
âI never thought that.â You rushed to say, confused. âWhy would I?â
Yoongi looked at you, at a loss for words, but he couldnât stand holding your gaze for more than one second, even if you desperately tried to meet his eyes, as if that could make him make some sense.Â
âI donât know, I-â He struggled to say. âI just wanted you to know that I said the truth the other night, you know that? I wasnât lying but-â
âWhat are you talking about?â You cut him off, your heart racing as a wave of nausea hit you.
He exhaled sharply, eyes dropping to the floor, still refusing to meet your eyes.. âPinky⊠whatever happened these past few weeks⊠it shouldnât have happened.â His voice was low, almost regretful. You felt a cold chill creep into your bones. The air between you had shifted, heavy and suffocating.
âYoongi, why are you saying this?âÂ
You took a step closer to him, but you felt his breath hitching, attempting to run away from you.Â
âBecause I canât leave to follow you, I canât run away with you.â He firmly said, breaking your heart into a million pieces. âFor the sake of everyone.â
You frowned, your chest tightening. âFor the sake of everyone, or for your sake only?â You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to shield yourself from the cold that wasnât just coming from the air. It was coming from him, too.
He threw his head back in frustration, closing his eyes, the weight of his decision settling on his shoulders. He wasnât willing to turn this into a fight, but he clearly underestimated you if he thought you would just stay silent.
âPinky, donât make things more difficult.â He begged, but that only made it worse.Â
You couldnât stop the bitter laugh that escaped you. âYeah, but I canât, can I? Thatâs always been my job, right?â You said, your voice trembling just enough to betray your anger. âI always have to make things difficult.â
He shook his head, an exasperated sigh escaping him. âCâmon, I didnât say that. Youâre making things up.â
You tried to maintain your composure, but the effort was slipping away. The knot in your throat grew tight, and it felt like your chest was about to crack open. Maybe it was in your nature to make this more difficult, to create a fight, to be resentful, but you couldnât just stand there, pretending this wasnât nonsense, that what he said wasnât completely different from what he said nights ago. You couldnât pretend this wasnât hurting.Â
âThen, what is it?â You asked âItâs not me? Itâs you?âÂ
The silence that followed was overwhelming, the weight of his words settling in the space between you like a wall.
âItâs us.â He pronounced, his words hitting the air like thunder, reverberating down the empty street, carving themselves deep into your chest. âWe are different, we- I canât.â
For a moment it felt as though the world had narrowed down to just his voice. You swallowed hard, the burn of tears creeping into the corners of your eyes. You blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back. âWasnât it always like that?â You managed to choke out, your voice trembling, raw with hurt. âBecause this isnât what you told me the other night. What was it? That you wanted me? That you couldnât stop dreaming of me? That I was the solution to all your problems?â The words slipped out before you could stop them. âAm I just supposed to walk away and accept it was all bullshit?â
You felt your cheeks burning red and your hands trembling as you closed them into fists. Your heart pounded so loudly in your ears you could barely hear your own words anymore. Handling your emotions the correct way wasnât one of your qualities, because you hadnât even realized you were raising your voice until Yoongi took a step forward, the heat of his presence forcing your breath to catch in your throat. You faltered, trying to steady yourself, but it was impossible.
âI told you I wasnât lying to you.â He reminded you, his voice filled with emotions. âIt wasnât bullshit, I meant what I said, you are a dream of a girl, Pinky. But you⊠you drive me crazy.â He sighed, as if the words were tearing him apart. âEven when everything that was happening with my mom, I still couldnât stop thinking about you, do you know how fucked up that sounds? I canât let you do that to me.â
âWhat?â You spat. âWould that be so bad?â
Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shutting briefly, as if to block out the entire world. âPlease, you know this.â His voice was strained now, almost pleading. âWe canât ignore it forever, I have to stop it now. You could never stay in one place, and even if I wanted to run away with you, I canât. I have to stay here.â
âI was not going to run away. Not with you here.â
âAnd next year?â he asked, his tone sharp with frustration. âWhat happens next year? Or in five years? When you realize this isnât what you wanted and you pack your bags again?âbecause I know you, do you think I donât? You canât stay, you never do. And I canât leave.â
It was as if every cruel word the world had ever aimed at you, every harsh truth or bitter lie, was now coming from the lips of the one person who had always been on your side. You could understand that Yoongi was sad, tired and angry, but this was crossing the line.Â
You tried to fight the tears, but they fell anyway, unable to defend yourself. What could you say? That it wasnât true? Betraying your dignity and trying to convince him that staying with you was worth the shot? That it wasnât as crazy as he made it sound? No. You had spent your life waiting for people to like you, but today you were stopping it. You stood there, not willing to wipe your tears and pointed to his chest, angry.
âGod, youâre a fucking coward.â Your breath trembled, uneven, trying to hold it together.
âPinky, please,â He breathed out, his voice low and desperate as he reached for your face.
âDonât call me that.â You took a step back, shaking your head, your chest tightening. âI know you, too, you know? And I know this isnât about me this time, this time itâs about you being afraid like youâve always been.â
âStop, please,â he begged again, his voice cracking under the weight of his plea. But you couldnât stop; anger burned through you, mixing with the ache in your chest, with the tears threatening to spill. You were angry, you were upset, you were fucking sad.
âWhy?â you snapped, your voice sharp and trembling. âIs this not what you expected me to say? Or did you want me to admit that youâre right, like you always areâthat Iâm unpredictable, and a mess, and that I just donât fit into your life like a normal girl would?â
âY/n, I didnât say any of that.â He replied softly, his eyes wide and pained, his shoulders sinking under the weight of your words.
The sound of your name ringed in your ears, but you ignored it. He didnât say that but that was exactly what he meant, he couldnât deny that. Â
âYou know, I donât even care about the road trip,â You said, your voice trembling with restrained frustration as you stepped down one step, still facing him. âThere would have been plenty of chances for that, fine. Whatever.â You paused, gripping the railing, your breath unsteady. âAnd your mom? Of course she needs your help now, I wasnât gonna complain, how could I? And next year? Sure, sheâll probably still need you. But in five years?â You looked straight at him, your eyes sharp, filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. âIn five years, your momâs going to hate that the only thing you ever did with your life was take care of her.â
Your voice cracked then, but you didnât stop. âAnd me? Even if Iâd love to do it, I wonât be here to tell you I told you so.â
Yoongiâs face was a mix of disbelief and hurt, the corners of his mouth tightening as if trying to hold back a response that wasnât coming. You turned around, not sparing him another glance as you almost ran towards your home, ignoring your name being called over and over again from the voice of the man who just broke your heart.Â
Yoongi was painfully always there in your life. He was always the voice of reason, the calm one, the designated driver ever since he was sixteen, the smart one, the boy every mother wanted as their son. Yoongi was the boy who helped you with your math homework when you were eleven, he was the boy who defended you when your brother made fun of you, the boy who gave you his joystick so you would stop crying when you found out your brother was making you play with the one that didnât work. Yoongi was always mature, always wiser, always older. And you were always immature, always stubborn, always younger. Just a brat who couldnât stand the fact that he was the only one you wanted, but the only one you couldnât have. When you turned the corner at the end of the street, determined not to look back, you decided that maybe now was time for you to accept it and finally move on.Â
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Metamorphosis
An alternate world in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night - a man seemingly hurt. Much to your luck, you were extremely wrong. (Teaser)
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Word Count: 8.669
Warning: demon jungkook, unsolicited touching/kissing/groping, ass slapping, humiliation kink, degradation kink, public sex, dirty talking, slight coercion, fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, blood play/licking, biting, creampie, squirting,
Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2
âW-Whatâs happening?â you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.Â
The six men surrounding you began to chant. Youâre unsure whatâs happening, but your heart sinks. Thereâs an uneasy feeling in your core.
âJungkookâŠâ you murmur, reaching out for him.
âItâs alright, my beautiful human.â Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. âThe bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.â
The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.
âJungkook!â you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?Â
âThe pain will not last long, my beautiful humanâŠâ Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. â...once itâs over, you can reunite with us in Hell. We will be waiting for you.â
You cross your arms in front of yourself firmly, shivering as the heavy rain fully engulfs you. Youâre soaking wet and obviously pissed. You had gotten off of work late due to your boss being an asshole - you had stayed hours past your scheduled time out. Usually you would have not cared because extra hours meant extra money - but today was different. Every Friday you made it your mission to visit the cemetery and place flowers onto your mothers grave. Since you have gotten off of work late into the night, there was no time to stop for flowers (and it would be useless due to the rain).
Not only were you stuck in the rain, but you had to walk the entire way to the cemetery, then home. There were no buses running at this time and that meant you were in for an hour walk home after the already 30 minute walk to the cemetery. Letâs not forget that you saw your boss drive right past you without any eye contact.
The sky is dark and starless and there appeared to be little to no street lights on. The only light you do get comes from the moon high above. You've seen this before in a horror movie. A lone girl walking at night and bam, a killer chasing after her. Maybe you shouldnât be thinking like this at this time, but you couldnât help it. You were utterly hopeless with no one to call at this time - and even if you did, itâs pouring rain and your phone is tucked deep into your purse to not get it any more damage than it already was.
Your feet ached as you reached the cemetery. The rain was dying down, but you were already soaking wet and it was the least of your concerns now. It took a few more strolls until you reached the familiar headstone belonging to your mother. You sigh, dropping to your knees. You would regret it later while getting the mud stains off of your work clothes, but you were off the next two days and that was enough to not think about it further.
Visiting your mother was bittersweet. Sometimes youâd go just to pay your respects, other times you would speak as if she was there with you - talking about your day and what was new in your life. Now you were exhausted and your body ached, you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet company.Â
Youâre unsure how long youâve sat there, but you noticed that the rain began to pick up once more. You knew by tomorrow, you would be sick and decided to call it a night. Youâd probably even decide to visit once more when the rain cleared up the following day to bring the flowers you couldnât bring today.
You got off of your knees, touching the gravestone lightly before making your way out of the cemetery. Your eyes remained forward as your feet strolled through the grassy field. You cursed at your luck - your clothing stuck to you and it was becoming uncomfortable to walk.Your shoes are covered in mud and grime and itâs nearly pitch black in said cemetery, the moon shining but so much.
Your feet halt in their tracks. You blink your eyes, zoning in on a figure not far away from you. The figure appeared to be hunched over, on their own knees. You clench your burse tighter, eyes blinking away the droplets of rain to try to get a better look.Â
The moonlight shines off of the figure and it appears to glow - itâs a person, no doubt. You ponder if theyâre there for the same reason you are - but not everyone would be caught in the rain paying respect to a deceased loved one, right?
You begin to step closer to the figure, unsure of what your body is doing. Your mind is screaming out alarm bells, that something wasnât right and this could end up going completely wrong.Â
The figureâs head lifts up, shining eyes glowing in the dark. A man, you note, just as drench in the rain as you were. Black hair sticks to his scalp and covers the majority of his forehead. Just as before, he appeared to be shining underneath the moonlight.
âAre you o-okay?â you stutter out, uneasy with the intense stare of the man. You can make out his features - chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and full lips.Â
Your throat swallows a lump, body visibly stiffening upon noticing the man's eyes turning a shade of crimson. There was no possible way you were seeing things.
The man begins to lift from his knees and once onto his feet, your mind is screaming at you to run. The man is tall - and athletically built. He wore a suit of the sorts, completely black that it nearly disguises him in the dark scenery.Â
Your heart is beating outside your chest, your mind coming back to reality when he begins to step closer to you. His feet snap a twig beneath them. You want to run - you can even feel the way your body jerks to do so, but you cannot.
What?
What the fuck?
Your heart beats even louder that even the pouring rain is no match for it. Your hands clench your purse tighter against you.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Why is it becoming harder to breathe?
Your throat tightens.
Your body begins to shudder, trembling. Youâre unsure what in the world is going on with you right now. Youâre trembling, feeling a rush of cold air go through you one moment and the next, youâre burning up. Your body temperature hightens, as if your blood is boiling at a rapid pace. Your clothes being wet and sticking to you already didnât make anything better.
âYou,â
Your eyes widen hearing the man's voice so clear - as if there wasnât rain pouring. The wind kicked up, swirling around you, yet still, his voice was coherent.Â
âare such a beautiful little human.â
Air filled your lungs once more and finally, you were able to breathe. Your mind swirls around on his words - a beautiful little human? What did that mean?
The man appears in front of you in a blink of an eye - how you didnât fall back with a scream, youâre truly unsure. Heâs tall, towering over you with his menacing gaze - eyes appearing even darker with a mysterious glint to them. Those eyesâŠthey werenât human, you note, they couldnât be. Even if his overall appearance to be that of a human man - there was no man you met with such crimson eyes.Â
The man offers you a smile - no, a smirk. It didnât appear genuine like a smile someone would give you upon introducing themselves. This was a cunning one; devious.
You do not realize that youâve dropped your purse until it hits your feet. Your body still feels hot, temperature rising every second.Â
You feel the man's hand place itself against the skin of your cheek - they were calloused and even hotter than your own skin. His thumb traces the outline of your lips and you can hear heâs humming to himself.
âYour heart is beating so loud, beautiful. Are you afraid of me?â the man questions. âDo I frighten you? Or do I make you nervous?â
âWhoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.â you manage to say - more stutter. Breathing was difficult enough, but speaking appeared to be a battle.Â
The man chuckles. âA prayer?â
âI will say of the Lord, âHe is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.â Surely he will save you from the fowlerâs snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers-â
You feel your throat tighten once more, this time by the man's hands. He forces you closer to him. âShut up.â he hisses. âYour prayers do not affect me, beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you even more.â
Your body was feeling weird. Goosebumps prickled your skin - you can feel it beneath your clothing - and your stomach was beginning to bubble. You closed your eyes to not look into his eyes, but even then you could see them glaring at you.
âChrist be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before-â your prayer is cut short when a pair of lips are against yours. Youâre struggling against the lips, a muffled scream dying in your throat.
The man removes himself from you, but he holds you close. His hands wrap tightly beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut, heart thumping rapidly.
âYou can feel it, right, beautiful?â The man's words are sultry, coming out more as a moan than a regular statement. âI know what itâs doing to you. I know you can feel itâŠright hereâŠâ
You gasp, feeling a tense grip between your legs. Your eyes snap open, the crimson eyes .boring right into your own. You want to jolt away from his prying hands - to push this man, no, this monster away.
âI know, beautifulâŠâ the man sing-songs. â...the arousal feels amazing. Doesnât it feel like youâre sinning for me, Y/N?â
You froze. Your eyes couldn't even grow wider. This man knew your name.
This man, whoever he was, knew you. He knew youâd be here visiting your mothers grave - that or he followed you.
âYes, beautiful, I know your name.â the man chuckles, his hand rubbing along your clothed head. âIâve always known your name. Iâve known of your existence since the day you were born.â
This man wasnât human - your heart told you. His eyes, his words; he was something otherworldly.Â
âDear Father, Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for the angels that you assign to watch over me. I can be at peace today knowing that my very life is in Your hands-â
You squirm feeling a sickly substance upon your cheek. The man is licking you now - up your jaw, to your chin and now your cheek. His fingers hold your face in place in a tight grip. He reaches your ear, flicking the lobe. âPraying wonât stop me from having you, beautiful.â
This monster was doing something to you and your body. You would never feel this way. He had you under a spell - your legs are clenching against his prying hand. You could feel a pool of slick sticking to your panties - and so does the man.
âI need your help in this battle. I cannot walk alone, Lord-â
âAh, that prayer!â the man cackles. âYou feel it running through you, beautiful. The lust. Youâre moaning right underneath my hand, beautiful. I can smell the sweet smell of your pussy.â
The man's words are so vulgar that youâre unable to respond. His hands cup your clothed heat even tighter. The hand that once grips your chin now loosens so he could push you closer against him.
âYouâre a monster.â you hiss - but itâs not a regular hiss. No, the man notes this tone. Itâs a moan of disgust, but a moan nonetheless.
âI am.â the man chuckles. âA demon straight from Hell, beautiful.â
Your throat releases a scream when your hair is yanked backwards. Your eyes are towards the sky, the droplets of rain blinding your eyes. You continue to scream when you feel teeth against your neck, biting down.
You want to fight the man - this predator. This demon. Your prayers arenât working and appear to be falling on deaf ears.Â
The man shudders at the taste of your blood. So pure and not laced with any impurities. But he wasnât here for your blood - no, this was just a part of the ritual.Â
âMy name is Jungkook.â the man purrs, licking his lips of your delicious blood. âFinally, youâre mine.â
You cough. Your hands are clenching onto Jungkookâs chest unwillingly. Youâre trembling, eyes fluttering.Â
âYouâre afraid of me, beautiful?â Jungkook tsks. His tongue licks the wound of your neck, twirling it up to your chin and to your lips. He presses an open mouth kiss onto your lips and moans.Â
âIâm not yours.â you wheeze out.
âOhâŠâ Jungkook could only laugh. â...but you are, beautiful.â
Jungkookâs hand squeezes your ass. âI can smell your arousal. Youâre so wet for me, Y/N. Youâre clenching and unclenching around nothing.â
You feel ashamed by how true Jungkookâs words were. You want to cry out - you didnât belong to this demon! You were a part of your local Church and attended said church with your mothers for years. You prayed constantly, remained God as your main priority and prayed away whatever petty sins you committed.Â
âYou belonged to me the day your mother gave birth to you, my love.â Jungkookâs hand pulls at your clothes. Your shirt rips in seconds, revealing your bra beneath. âThat was part of the deal, after all.â
Deal?
Your hands grasp Jungkookâs wrist when his hands tug along your pants. You didnât match his strength, and like your shirt, your pants are ripped to pieces.Â
âI wonât submit to you, demon.â
Jungkook wants to coo at your cuteness. No matter how many times you denied him, he wouldnât listen. You were going to be his regardless of what you felt - he had waited decades to get what he was promised. You had no skill, will or strength to deny him anything - you were already aroused. Soon, you would be begging for him and he would give you what youâll be begging for.
You are turned away from him and flipped. Your face meets the muddy ground. You squirm when you feel your hips being lifted by Jungkookâs arm. The position is filthy and you want to be removed from this humiliating state.
Jungkook marvels at the sight of you - face down, ass up. So cute and exactly how you were expected to be. One hand grips your ass, gently rubbing before he brings his hand back and slaps it roughly.
You scream once more at the impact, and again and again. Jungkook continued, crimson eyes darkening at the sight of you squirming beneath him.Â
âP-Please stop!â
Jungkook hums. âWhy?â He slaps your ass once more, the sound like a melody to his ears. His hands trail between your legs to rub gently. âYouâre so wet for me.â
Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting your lips to repress a moan. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the second and thatâs what frightens you. You didnât want to fall into temptation due to the demons hold against you.
âLetâs see just how filthy you are, huh?â
âN-No!â
Jungkook fingers hooks between your panties. He pushes them aside and finds his mouth watering. âSuch a whore you truly are, beautiful. So wet and clenching around nothing.â
You couldnât help the groan that comes from your throat when he rubs a thumb against it. Your thighs quiver to close, but Jungkook only slaps your throbbing ass once more to punish you.
Jungkoom continues to rub along your clit, fingers sliding between your folds effortlessly. He can feel his pants tightening at just the sight of you.
âSo wet.â Jungkook grunts. He smirks, fingers dangerously close to your opening. âI can just slideâŠâ
âN-No!â you gasp, but even with your pleas, your legs widen for him.Â
â...right in.â Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you. So warm and wet - and inviting. He pumps his fingers inside, marveling at how you take him so well. âYouâre milking my fingers, beautiful. Good little whore you are, huh?â
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut.Â
Why?
Why were you moaning for this demon? Why was your body not cooperating with your brain? Why were you so wet and aroused with such sinful acts?
âJ-JungkookâŠplease!â
Jungkook groans. âThatâs right, beautiful. Just give in.â he murmurs, his fingers picking up the pace. âItâll be over if you just submit to me.â
âN-NoâŠâ You donât want to moan any more. You can feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. He doesnât allow you to fall forward. He lifts you and presses you against him. âTaste yourself.â he hisses and before you can protest, he enters two of his fingers inside of your mouth.
Your tongue swirls against his fingers unwillingly, your juices hitting your tongue.Â
âI wonder if you taste as divine as you smell, beautiful.â Jungkook whispers in your ear, popping his fingers from your mouth. âGive me a taste.â
âN-NoâŠâ
Jungkook hums. âNo?â
You nod your head.Â
âThen why are you leaning against me, beautiful? Why are your hips jerking for more pleasure?â
Jungkook flips you once more. Heâs laid against the ground and has you hovering above him. Youâre firmly in his grasp, unable to escape. His teeth - so sharp and canine like - bite at your underwear until theyâre as ripped as your shirt and pants were.Â
You gasp when Jungkook places you on his lips. Youâre sitting directly on his tongue, palms back against his abdomen for balance as he licks between your folds.Â
Jungkook grunts. âSo sweet, beautiful.â he murmurs before going back to ravishing you.Â
Your eyes are unable to remove themselves from the sight before you. Jungkookâs tongue - long with and split at the end, rapidly lick upon your clit and between the folds. You could no longer hide your moans, allowing the pleasure to run through you.
This was wrong.
This is a demon - no matter how attractive he may be, this was a demon.
You consider yourself a child of God, fully committed to your faith.
But Jungkook using his tongue to pleasure you felt far too amazing to not moan - too amazing to protest his advances any longer. And, as sad as it sounds, far too amazing for you to utter the word of God in hopes of stopping him.
Jungkookâs nails dig into the skin of your inner thigh. Your scent intoxicates his mind, your slick sliding against his tongue. Finally, you were his - and now you werenât refusing him. Your moans are loud - even with the rain starting up once more. You were giving in to your rightful urges as his.
Jungkookâs eyes flicker to your face. Such a beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Mouth agape and moaning with pleasure, the droplets of rain trailing down your skin. It glistens beneath the moonlight.
âMy beautiful human.â Jungkook growls. His tongue swipes at your clit once more. âPleasure yourself against my tongue.â
Jungkook slaps your thigh in encouragement. He wants you completely submerged in pleasure that you would willingly participate in.
Your hips jerk forward and onto his tongue. A deep moan comes from your throat and you now find yourself thrusting onto Jungkook - a demon. Your eyes squeeze shut, wanting nothing more than to feel your release.
Jungkookâs hands roam your body, tongue laying flat while you use him. They trail up your thighs to your hips, wrapping around them to encourage you to go faster. He then slides them up your sides to grasp your breast from your bra. He squeezes them, pinching the sensitive bubs of your nipples.
âJ-Jungkook, I-I canât take it!â
Jungkook pinches your nipple once more. He clamps down onto them so hard that you scream out, lifting yourself from his tongue, juices releasing.
And Jungkookâs laps every drop, a groan rumbling deep within his soul.
Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.
You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.
âMy poor beautiful human.â Jungkook moves your body so that he is on top of you. âCame so hard that you can barely function.â
Jungkook leans down to swipe his tongue against your cheek once more, the reason youâre unsure of.Â
âIâm going to make you cum over and over again.â
The rain falls even harder, but the majority of it is hidden beneath Jungkookâs body. He kicks off his pants along with his underwear.
You canât see it, but you feel how large Jungkook is when he forces himself inside of you. You feel like youâre being stretched to the max. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, breathing hitching.
âBeautiful humanâŠso tight.â Jungkook growls. âMade just for me. My perfect little human.â
Jungkook doesnât allow you the luxury to adjust to his size. He thrusts deeply inside of you, cracking his hips harshly. Your back hits against the muddy dirty roughly with each thrust. You were going to be filthy once this ended - if it ever did. This was a demon here with you? Did a demonâs stamina ever go out? It wasnât like he was human.
âJungkook, please!â you plead with him, but Jungkook doesnât want to hear it. His teeth clamp down onto your skin, biting it harshly enough to release blood. âI-I canât handle-â
âYou can!â Jungkook hisses. He leans back to admire your disheveled appearance. You were covered in mud, blood and soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to you and your eyes are struggling to stay open. But to him - you were perfect. âFinally mine.â
Thereâs a bulge in your stomach, reminding you just who you were fucking. Jungkook is a demon.
A demon.
You were going to Hell surely.
Thereâs blood trailing down your thigh, but still Jungkook refuses to halt his abusive thrusts.
âYour soul, your mind, your heart and your body belong to me.â Jungkook growls, appearing utterly animalistic. âAll mine, Y/N. My beautiful human. And all it took was a deal from your father.â
Your father?
You didnât have a father - physically. You were raised with two mothers; when you grew up you never had a reason to look for who your biological father was. You asked your mothers, sure, but it was stated he was someone who provided them sperm and nothing more.
âHe got what he wanted and in returnâŠâ
Jungkook flips you onto your knees. He wraps an arm around your neck and enters you once more. He continues the brutal pace, skin slapping and echoing off of the trees. Youâre not sure if you were going to survive this. Your insides hurt - even if it came with brief pleasure. Your body was aching just as bad and Jungkook showed no chance of stopping.
â...in returnâŠI got you, beautiful human of mineâŠâ Jungkook grunts. â...youâll be coming back home with me to Hell.â

It was your alarm that had woken you up that following morning. You jerked upward, eyes scanning the room. Your room.
You were in your room.
You inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same. Your ears are ringing and your fluttering eyes are attempting to adjust to the sunlight coming from your bedroom window.
Your aching legs manage to move. You swing them around your bed and lift yourself. You managed to make it to your mirror and you gasped.
You werenât dirty nor covered in mud like you expected. That couldnât have been a dream - everything felt far too realistic to be one. You were intimate with a demon - he had told you that you were his because of a father you never met.
Your eyes scan the scars and bruises littering your body. Thereâs hand marks upon your throbbing skin, one around your neck and two on both sides of your waist. You can see the bite marks that drew blood on your neck and another between your thighs.
You want to cry, but felt that even that would be hypocritical. You allowed a demon into your body - to have something precious that should have belonged to your human partner. You have learned from an early age that demons were tricksters and you had fallen into their trap.
You shower until the hot water runs cold - and even then you did not want to remove yourself. You washed your skin countless times in hopes to rid yourself of the sick feeling, but it never left. You could feel his hands on your body now as if he was here - his teeth and his tongue grazing along onto your skin.
Your mind betrayed you as did your body. Thereâs flashes replaying the long night Jungkook had bestroved for you. How he had taken you so roughly against the cemetery ground, both of you covered in blood. How he had flipped you and taken you against a tree, allowed you on top of him - almost every inch of the area you had been fucked on.
You clench your legs together and clench your fists. You dried your body, trying to rid your thoughts of the sinful encounter - but they wouldnât leave. You were beginning to feel the uncomfortable throb between your legs once more.
Pray.
You had to pray.Â
You dressed in fresh clothing and went towards your vanity. Your rosary would be there. You grasp it in your hands, ready to send a prayer when the rosary begins to burn in your hands. You screamed, dropping it to the floor and watching with wide eyes as it began to burn through the hardwood floor.Â
âNoâŠâ
You trembled, not taking your sight off of the burning rosary.
You were too far gone - you were damned to Hell.
The tears finally came. You have dropped to your knees now, praying for forgiveness for the sins you committed. Your God would understand - he had to. You didnât want to sleep with the demon that was Jungkook. You had no choice. He had you underneath a demonic spell that had you moaning his name, crying tears of lust and pleasureâŠ
Had you been screaming his name, claiming how much you wanted JungkookâŠ
You wrapped your arms around him and begged for more - each and every timeâŠ
The feeling was returning. The familiar arousal between your legs and the warm feeling against your skin. You lay upon the cool hardwood floor, wanting nothing more than for your temperature to subside.
Why you?
Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?
What was the supposed deal Jungkook made with your biological father? And even so, you didnât even know the man. Was he even still alive?
âBeautiful human.â
Your body jerks at the sound of Jungkook - his sultry voice.
Jungkook leans against the nearest wall of your bedroom. Heâs sporting all black once more, this time a fitted shirt and slacks. His eyes are the familiar shade of crimson and they watch you closely.Â
âLook at you. In a pool of your own arousal once more.â Jungkook shakes his head, a smirk placed on such beautiful lipsâŠ
You shake your head. This wasnât your mind thinking - it had to be the demonic spell.
âI have not put you under any spell.â
Can he read your mind?
âI can read your mind, beautiful.â Jungkook states. âYou can learn to read mine. Once we venture to Hell.â
You arenât going to Hell. You were going to ask God for his forgiveness - to be allowed to be underneath his guidance once more.Â
âGodâŠâ Jungkook chuckles darkly. â...will never take you. He never had you to begin with, beautiful. Why do you think it was so easy for me to get my hands on you?â
The familiar tightening in your throat, the heat radiating your skin and the goosebumps were returning. Your clit throbbed uncomfortably as if your body knew Jungkook was near.Â
âYour body will always submit to me, beautiful. As it belongs to me.â
No.
No.
No!
âI know you feel the arousal once more. How wet you are. Youâre such a needy little thing, huh?â Jungkook cackles loudly. âTouch yourself, beautiful. See how wet you are.â
No.
You werenât going to.
If so, why were your hands going beneath your shorts to touch yourself?
âItâs okay, beautiful. Touch yourself and watch me.â
You want to deny him the satisfaction of watching you, but youâre already succumbing to his demonic spell. You were positive that heâs done something to your mentality that you could never deny him.
âI-I canât.â you snatch your hands from your shorts, feeling flush with embarrassment.
âThat just means you want me to, huh?â Jungkook is kneeling down beside you in the blink of an eye. You want to ask how he does it, but youâre afraid of the answer. You werenât ready to go down a rabbit hole of demonic entities and powers.
âNoâŠ?â
âIs that a question, beautiful?â
Jungkookâs already tugging your pants down and taping your thighs aside. Heâs amused by how easily you give into him.
âGo ahead and tell me no.â Jungkook plays with the lace of your underwear. Your clit is visible to him - wet and inviting as always. âThen I'll leave.â
âYouâll leave?â
Donât sound disappointed, you think. You wanted this demonic entity gone - right?
âOf course. Tell me to leave, Y/N. And Iâll go.â
Jungkook hooks a finger inside your laced panties with a shake of his head. So divine and so sweet - even after he completely ruined you not long ago.
Tell him to go.
Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.
Be stern, you think. Resist him and the impure thoughts of this demon.
But you donât. Those words never leave your lips.Â
âAlready so wet, my beautiful human.â Jungkook enters a finger inside of you for a second. He then removes it and enters it inside his mouth. âAnd taste so heavenly.â he cackles. âHeavenly for someone going to Hell.â
You donât respond to Jungkookâs words. Heâs already entering his fingers back inside of you. He pumps slowly at first to get you comfortable - and then heâs rapid. The sounds of his moving fingers echo off the walls of your bedroom - mixed with your moans of pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body.
Itâs so sinful, you think. How when you were a child with your mothers going to church, even if the three of you got awkward stares - how you read the bible alongside them. You prayed every night before bed, before every meal - you needed to know where exactly you went wrong.
âStill blaming yourself, sweetheart?â Jungkookâs so beautiful, you think. You recall many times hearing that demons were often beautiful to trick you into sinning with them. âI told you, you were destined to me long before you were even born.â
You feel Jungkookâs fingers hitting your g-spot, curling inside of you with each thrust. Itâs as if he was going deeper and deeper each time. You donât want to look at the beautiful man, but itâs as if he compels you to. His crimson eyes - so captivating and inhumane. You were told that you were under no spell, but that had to be a lie - demons always lie.
âI never tell no lies, my beautiful human.â Jungkook comes closer to you, licking his lips. âWhat you feel right now is not due to any spell, but your own body submitting to me.â
Your soft moans only fuel Jungkook on further. His tongue licks along the skin of your collarbone. Your thighs tremble with pleasure when you feel his teeth once more - heâs biting you. It doesnât hurt, you note, not like it did when he bit you at the cemetery.Â
Youâre breathing quicken and your eyes snaps shut; you were going to cum. You cannot remember when you ever felt this much pleasure in such a short amount of time until now, and all you can truly think about was succumbing deeper and deeper into the pleasure.
âI know you feel it coming.â Jungkookâs breath tickles your neck as he speaks. âSay my name, beautiful human. Who is the demon whoâs going to make you cum?â
âJ-JungkookâŠ!â you shout, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot out of you. It engulfs your entire body, shuddering up the back of your spine and causing goosebumps to litter your skin.
It was when you opened your eyes did you think you were going crazy - completely insane. Jungkook was gone, seemingly never in front of you. Your fingers were inside of you instead of his own, completely soaked in your slick.

âHow did you find me? I know yourâŠmothers. They wouldnât give up that information.â
It took a week to track down your biological father - a week of torment each night with Jungkook. You cried after you realized that you masturbated, not because you thought it was wrong - youâve done so before. But because you werenât sure what was real and what was fake anymore. No prayer stopped Jungkook from returning to you each night - and you never told him yourself to stop; your body submitting to him each time like heâs stated.
You visited your mother on the third day and even she saw the bags beneath your eyes. She questions your appearance, but all you could think about was the very man before you - it took hours to convince her, but she eventually caved.Â
âWellâŠâ your father murmurs, sighing after a moment of silence. â...what do you want? Money?â
Your eyes roam over the large estate he lived in. Money wouldâve been nice if there wasnât a literal demon fucking you every night - but even you wouldnât think to ask him for money. He was nothing but a donor for your motherâs to have a child, never truly intending to be in your life.Â
âWhat deal did you make with the demon?â you ask bluntly.
Your fatherâs eyes widen slightly at your choice of words. He turns to close the doors to the office you sat in before turning back to you.Â
âWhatâŠare you talking about?â he coughs, turning back to you.Â
âWhat deal did you make with the demon thatâs tormenting me?â you donât mean for your tone to come out harsh, but it does. You were upset - rightfully so. âWhat are you? A musician? You promised that son of a bitch your first born child for a record deal-â
âIâm not a musician.â he raises his hands in an attempt to calm you. âH-How did you find me-â
âAre you not listening?!â you take a deep breath, again, not wanting to appear too angered. âThereâs a demon tormenting me every night. He said that myâŠfather,â you didnât want to call him that. He had no intentions of ever being in your life, he was nothing but a donor. But it didnât matter to Jungkook. âmade a deal with him. What the fuck was the deal you made with the demon? Why am I the one being tormented when I know you have other children-â
âYou are my first born daughter.â the man caves. His voice comes out in a whisper and barely audible. âI have a son older than you before I made the deal.â his voice is cracking - was he guilty? After all these years did he feel bad for whatever heâs done? âIâŠI needed money to support my family. The demon said if I had a daughter that IâŠâ the man blinks away from you. â...my wife fell pregnant with another son after we made the deal. That demon was upset. Iâll never forget those eyes. He threatened to kill my wife and kids if I didnât give him a daughter. That was the plan. I never knew demons were specific with gender.â
Your blood runs cold as his words ring in your mind.
âIâŠwhatâs your name?â
Youâre taken aback by his sudden interest. âY/N.â you murmur.
âI thought the demonâŠI donât know what I thought.â he sighs. âI kept tabs on you for years now and you remained alive. The demon didnât take you when you were born like I initially thought he would. Each year passed and I began to think that maybeâŠhe forgot? He didnât want you anymore.â
You want to laugh. To think your life was given away before you were ever conceived. Your eyes roam the large office space and linger on a picture - a family one. The man before you with a woman, his wife, and two boys - his sons. They appeared happy as a small family of four.Â
You sniffle, unsure truly if you could be upset with him. He was only doing what he thought was right at the time, trying to provide for his family. You ponder what would happen if he did have a daughter instead of a second son - would Jungkook have been tormenting her instead of you?Â
You shake your head.Â
âI have to go.â you exhale. âI-â
âI amâŠso sorry.â
You glance at the manâs way and nod your head.Â
âSo am I.â you murmur to him, your legs already walking towards the door of his office.
Your body is sweating, beads of sweat pooling down your skin. Your shirt sticks to you thickly and youâre sure that this is how you were going to die - or pass out. Whichever came first.
Your eyes snap and you lean your head back, cupping your forehead. You sat at your desk, your work forgotten about.
Itâs been two months now since you've been tormented by Jungkook - though he had been missing for the last week. You were grateful - in a way - that he has not returned. Your body needed the rest.
Your throat closes up and your eyes snap open. You never ran as fast as you did now, pushing past your co-workers to make your way into the restroom. You slam the stall door open and hurl right into the toilet. You felt physically ill, vomiting for the next ten minutes.
You were sent home once a co-worker found you like that, crying and vomiting - you werenât even sure you had enough in your stomach to continue, but your body kept on.
It was the following day - you were given a few days off to recover - when you noticed that something was terribly wrong with you. You visited your mother that night for dinner - she claimed that you looked both hungry and ill. She was just going to start dinner - steak - and that you needed to relax while she finished up.
You thought the smell of raw meat would disgust you, but it didn't. While your mother washed dishes in the sink, humming to herself, you opened the fridge to find yourself something to drink. You were parched and now growing hotter by the second. You smelt it first - the raw steak your mother had placed in the fridge for another day. She hadnât seasoned it yet like she usually did and it caught your eyes almost instantly. Your eyes glanced before the fridge door to your mother, scrubbing along the dishes.
You grasp the bowl the steak was placed in and sniff it, your stomach rumbling. Before you can process what youâre doing, you sink your teeth into the raw meat, the blood oozing from the corner of your lips. It tasted delicious - finally something you could smell or taste without vomiting it up moments after.
Your mind suddenly clicks on what in the world youâre doing. You slam the fridge door shut and hurl the bitten steak in the trash. You feel ill - not because you just ate raw meat, but because you liked it.
âYou ate raw meat?â your doctor asks, chuckling awkwardly. âThat cannot be good.â
âThatâs why Iâm here.â you murmur, playing with your fingers to not look your doctor in the eye. âThere must be something wrong with me. I-I sweat constantly. I always feel sick. I canât sleep most nights-â
âThatâs what we were looking into.â your doctor nods, offering you a kind smile. âWe ran some tests and a part of the problem can be answered. Youâre pregnant.â
Pregnant.
Pregnant?
You shake your head slowly, eyes now widening at the doctor. âI canât beâŠâ you trail off.Â
The only person - were demons even people? Your mind races at the word pregnant. You were only sexually active with Jungkook - an act you werenât sure if you had complete control over.Â
Demons had to be infertile - you were a human woman. There was no way you could be pregnant by a demon.
âWe took multiple tests, Y/N. Would you like for me to perform a sonogram?â
Youâre starting to feel ill again.Â
âY-Yea.â you whisper.Â
The gel placed upon your stomach is cold. You donât want to look upon the screen, but youâre drawn to it.Â
Your doctor hums. âThatâs weird.â he murmurs. âThe baby appears large.â
Youâre unsure how to read the screen, but you try your hardest.Â
âBut youâre rather small. You are still in the beginning stages of your pregnancy.â your doctor continues.
You pull your eyes away from the screen.
You shake your head.Â
âI canât have this baby.â
Your doctor glances at you, but he doesnât say anything but nod.Â
âIs there a way I can set up an appointment?â you continue. âI-I canât keep this baby.â
Your doctor nods again. âWe can set one up as soon as we have available. Let me speak-â
Your doctor coughs, and then begins to clench his chest. You lean forward as he begins to cough blood. He proceeds to fall to the ground, sonogram equipment crashing alongside him.Â
You swing your legs around to get up from the hospital bed. You swing the door open and scream out. âI-I think heâs having a heart attack in here!â
The room swarms with nurses, all pushing you aside. You couldnât take your eyes off of your doctor as heâs being ushered out. Even as you make your way back home, did you feel as though you were at fault.
You swing the door to your home open and walk in. You close it behind you and wake your way towards your bedroom.
âY/N.â
You come face to face with Jungkook.
âWelcome home, my beautiful human.â Jungkook offers you a smile, small dimples on display. âIâll allow this realm to be your home for now.â
You shake your head.Â
Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. âYouâre glowing.â he hums.
âYou did this to me.â you hiss his way. âYou put thisâŠthing in me-â
âThing?â Jungkook cackles, red eyes glaring at you. âYou mean our child?â
âThis isnât a child.â
âBut it is, my beautiful human. Made with our flesh and blood. A product of our love.â Jungkook is in front of you in a matter of seconds. He turns you around so you are facing the floor-length mirror in your room. He places a hand upon your stomach. âSuch a powerful being to rival the strongest and most powerful demons of the underworld. I can feel it.â
You feel your throat tighten.
âYou cannot feel such power yet. But as he grows throughout the months, so will his powers. Theyâll be similar to my own.â
He?
âYes. He. Itâs a boy - I can feel him. He can also feel your disappointment, my beautiful human. You donât want our child to feel hatred while heâs not yet been born.â
You shake your head. You didnât want a child - not with a demon. You had your life planned the best you could. Find a man that you loved, get married - have children when the time was right.Â
This time was not right.
âIt is right.â Jungkook lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. You feel disgusted that it begins to move. Youâve never seen anything like it. Women in early pregnancy didnât look like you now. It was as if the child inside of you was attempting to claw its way out.
âOur childs power has shown itself today. He had his first kill.â Jungkook appears proud, crimson eyes shining. âIt was self-defense. You tried to get rid of him, Y/N. He knows you did.â
Your heart sinks. Your doctor having a form of a heart attack, bleeding out in front of you. That was you - the child you were pregnant with.Â
You blink rapidly to not cry, even if you desperately wanted to.
âEverything would be fine if you would stop fighting your destiny. You were destined to be mine - to submit to me. You are now having our child.â
Jungkook removes his hands from your stomach and lifts it in the air. From his reflection, you witness a small box appear in his hand.
âHow do you feel, Y/N?â Jungkook asks, opening the box. âDo you feel nauseous? Headache? Hot?â
You shake your head, watching Jungkook remove a ring from the box. âI know,â he says. âyou havenât felt that way since you walked inside the room. Itâs because our child feels welcomed with me around him. He isnât on alert. He feels safe.â
Jungkook turns you around, holding up the ring. Itâs large, a dark stone at the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. He grabs your hand in his own, sliding the ring onto your finger. âYou humans enjoy jewelry as an act of commitment.â he states. âNow here it is. Consider usâŠmarried.â Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.Â
Jungkook offers a smile, unbeknownst to you, a cunning one. Humans were always easy to manipulate.

Your chest is ready to explode into small pieces. Your chest is tingling, you unwillingly inhale hoping that your lungs would be filled with air - the perfect amount of oxygen needed. Instead, it fills with water. Your head begins to feel numb and light, almost as if itâs going to crack open.
You feel dizzy, as if it dawned onto you just now that you were going to die here. Your arms flapped around for anything, but the weight of the water just brings you down deeper and deeper.
You managed to open your eyes, but the water isnât clear. Itâs hard to make out your surroundings and you cannot fathom what youâve done to get here.Â
You clenched your eyes shut in hopes the ringing in your head would go away, but it didnât. Instead, it got louder and louder.
Thereâs no air left in your lungs, nothing keeping you alive.Â
Your flaring hands cup your stomach - the bump that grew larger throughout the months. Your baby. Your heart sinks at the thought that not only you would be dying right now, but so would your son - even if a part of him was Jungkook, a demon, he was still a part of you.
Your chest burned while the rest of your body ached. You could no longer fight your kicking legs. You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, your surroundings only growing darker and darker.
Your mind, what little left you had of it, screamed for Jungkook to save you - that he was truly your only hope left. Not just for you, but for the child you both shared.
Your screams echo and bounce off of your ears. Your body begins to frail once more, feeling yourself being restrained. Your eyes finally focus and you realize that you are not deep in the abyss anymore.
Cries are heard throughout the room and finally, you stop fighting against the hands restraining you.
âI-Is thatâŠâ
You arenât in a room. You arenât sure where in the world you are. The walls are stone and high. Thereâs candles that are lined around your cot and on the walls. Surrounding you are several men, all unfamiliar except one. Jungkook. Heâs holding something in his arms, wrapped in a clothed blanket.Â
âOur son.â Jungkook rocks the wailing baby until heâs quiet.Â
âCan IâŠhold him?â
The six men surrounding you all watch as Jungkook places the baby into your arms. Your eyes are fixed on him. He doesnât appear to be that of a newborn - yet, he was half demon, so you wouldnât hold anything against him. Heâs still so small in your arms and against your chest and warm to the touch. Thereâs a mop of dark hard atop of his head.
Your son's eyes are open - and they are the same as Jungkookâs. Crimson, shining right up at you.
Your finger touches his skin, feeling your heart feel warm at just the sight of him.
Jungkook hums, feeling himself smile. He had you now - fully. Now more than ever would have if it was not for the child heâd given you; you had called for him while in the abyss to save the both of you. Even if there was never any direct harm to you physically, mentally you were calling for him. Him to protect you and his son.
âItâs time.â one of the men said. Jungkook takes the baby back into his arms, shushing when the small infant begins to sob at your lack of contact.
âW-Whatâs happening?â you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.Â
The six men surrounding you began to chant. Youâre unsure whatâs happening, but your heart sinks. Thereâs an uneasy feeling in your core.
âJungkookâŠâ you murmur, reaching out for him.
âItâs alright, my beautiful human.â Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. âThe bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.â
The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.
âJungkook!â you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?Â
âThe pain will not last long, my beautiful wifeâŠâ Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. â...once itâs over, you can reunite with us in the Underworld. We will be waiting for you.â
The chants only get louder and the room hotter. When you managed to take your eyes away from Jungkook, you looked towards the shaking ground. It erupts, pits of flames crashing through the ground. You scream, unsure of what was going on.
Jungkookâs words ring in your mind - you would be reunited with them in the Underworld.
Your blood runs cold, feeling your arms being pulled upon from an unknown force deep within the pits.Â
Your eyes lock with Jungkook for a last time, crimson eyes staring right into your own. Youâre unsure how to read him - he was a demon and could demons ever truly be trusted? They were cunning and selfish; only truly anything for personal gain.
âIâll be right down there when you arrive, Y/N. We both will.âÂ
Youâre shocked for a moment, hearing Jungkookâs voice directly into your thoughts. Now your body is being dragged down into the Earth, swallowing you fully and yet, all you could hear are Jungkookâs words in your head.
âYou have my word, my beautiful wife.â
PART 2 | Divine Intervention (Taehyung Version)
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BTS MASTERLISTS
Oneshots
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Strength in the Ranks
Miss Right
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Through the Years
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Gummy Smile & Forever
Suga's Home
I'll always come back to u
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Encore In Paris
Dancing In Harmony
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Echoes of Us
Until the Stars Align
Not for the cats, but for us
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I miss you, I'm sorry
Sound of Silence
A Starry Birthday Surprise
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Please, I'll Change, I PROMISE!
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In His Shadow
In His Shadow Sequel
Bounded by Obsession
Hidden Feelings
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Closer


Closer (Teaser) Closer: Too Close (Teaser) Masterlist Taglist
Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. Itâs just that⊠close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Wordcount: 27k
Content Warning: mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, swearing, pining, minor injury, praise, cunnilingus, cum eating, unprotected sex, mentions of blowjob, masturbation, hand job, dry humping, multiple orgasms, love making, creampieÂ
Authorâs Note: Hello! I had the first line of this fic stuck in my notes for a while, it stayed there without really going anywhere, then inspiration came and the miracle happened in a few days. I like this so much so I hope you will like it too! There are some parts that just do things to my heart, one of these is inspired by Gaelforce. I donât know if you follow him but if you do you sure will realise when youâll get there!
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Jungkook walked in on you using your vibrator as a microphone when you were nineteen, lipsynching as if your life depended on it.Â
He had laughed so fucking loud that time that you still feel your ears grow red when you think about it.Â
He has teased you for it from the moment it happened, still does it now.
Back then, it was so freaking hilarious he would bring it up every time you were too mad at him, to make you laugh it off and let go of the heavy atmosphere creating between you every time you used to fight as teenagers.Â
Five years afterwards, as of now, he still thinks about it from time to time. It makes him giggle when heâs in the middle of a meeting at work, when he has a stressful day, when heâs just laying in bed with his head empty. Usually, that would be the case. Now that youâre sitting on his couch with a bag of pop corns squished in your hands while the tv is playing though, is a new circumstance.Â
«What are you laughing at? Youâre so loud» you wince at him, monotone and annoyed.
He licks his lips, shaking his head.
«Your vibrator still haunts me»Â
It takes you less than two seconds to realise what heâs talking about.Â
«Youâre so annoying. Should I bring up the time you farted out loud in class too?»
«Thatâs not the same,» he laughs «I told you that I wasnât feeling good but you insisted on going to class anyway»
«You didnât go for three days straight-» you fight back, stopping yourself when the camera points on Park Seojun.Â
«Gosh, this man. Iâm gonna marry him someday» you sigh dreamily. Jungkook snorts.
«Cause I was sick?» he opens the fridge.
«You drank with Jin the night before. You shouldnât drink if youâre sick. Maybe thatâs why you couldnât hold it until class was over»
«Youâre so noisy» he rummages through the shelves, finally finding the bowl of strawberries he was looking for.
«Want some?»
You quickly glance at him over the counter, pop corns stuffing your mouth full.
«No, thanks. Iâm full with these»
He gets a spoon from the drawer, walking back to the sofa.Â
«The face you made when I walked in is still funnier than-»
«When you farted in front of the class?» you cut him off, trying to get some sense in his head.
«Hell, yeah» he laughs.
«You literally-»
«Okay, now stop!» you slap his ass before he gets a chance to sit down.
«Oh, yes keep going» he fakes a moan. You literally want to slap him hard enough to make him stop being an idiot, but you have to hold yourself back.
«Just shut up and let me see Park Seojun» you shake your head. Jungkook gets a spoonful of strawberries into his mouth, eyes falling on the screen and eyebrows pinched together.
Itâs a Saturday, thanks God the both of you donât work on weekends, so usually you both find yourself on the sofa, watching a movie or just messing around. Youâve known each other since you were sixteen, so to say that youâre pretty comfortable with each other is an understatement. Even when you first met him, the nineteen years old Jungkook never made you feel uneasy. You were inseparable. Best friends that used to sleep at each otherâs place every three to four days because you were just used to it. It was natural, so natural that a lot of the people around you thought you were a couple. Back then, you would grimace and shake your head vividly, not even giving it a thought. Jungkook would laugh it off, heart beating loudly in his chest every time anyone made him imagine how it wouldâve been.Â
«Do you still have it?» he asks, voice low as he stares at the screen.
«What?» you murmur. He doesnât answer, his spoon scraping against the plastic of the bowl to get as much strawberries as he can into his mouth. He munches on them, gulping down and enjoying the sweet taste.
«That vibrator»Â
«Jungkook! What kind of question is that?» you stop the drama, his thigh getting hit by the remote.
«I was just asking!» he raises his hands as to make sure you understand he meant no harm, the bowl now sitting on his lap.
«Why would you ask that?» your tone makes his eyes smile first, as he always does. His eyes smile first, then his lips just follow.
«Why are you so sensitive about it? I wonât ask, but we both know you still use it» he gets up from the couch, getting to the sink to put the empty bawl inside.Â
«We say filthier things when weâre in bed!» he goes on from where heâs standing at. Your head is going to explode. Itâs at times like this that you rethink about your life choices. From being sixteen and dumb, until youâre twenty four and ending up with sleeping with your best friend.Â
«In bed! Leave those for when weâre in bed!» you fight back, another pop corn getting shoved into your mouth.
«Okay,» he appears by your side «wanna go to bed so I can ask you?»Â
You canât believe him.Â
«Jungkook!» he laughs, bright and out loud, crystal clear. It makes your insides twist and turn with the need of shutting him up.
Itâs not like itâs a everyday thing, sleeping together. It just happened three times, out of the blue. You both agreed that itâs not something big, something that will change your bond or friendship, itâs just something that⊠you both needed? In those moments, you guess. Maybe mentally? However you try to justify it, the answer is always the same: nothing is going to change between you. Itâs just sex. But for the sake of your relationship, you try to keep it where it belongs: in bed. Talking about such things outside can be confusing, it can lead your friendship too places you donât want it to be. You love Jungkook, as your friend. Being too sexual wonât lead to good places, just a fucked up friendship and a fuckbuddy living with you.  So you both better keep your minds at bay, donât pass the limits of friendship at least when you can.
«Iâm going to get a shower» you announce, shutting the tv and getting up from the couch. His eyes are questioning, but you just tap his shoulder.Â
«Put this away, please?» you hand the pop corns to Jungkook. He grabs the bag.Â
«Why?» youâre already almost out of the living room when he asks.
«Iâm going out tonight!»Â
«With the girls?» he raises his voice a bit to make you hear him from the other room, as he looks for a peg in the drawer to close the popcorns.
«Yeah, itâs Eunjiâs birthday!» you remind him. Jungkook winces, he knows what that means. You will come back home late, and youâll end up being awake until morning cause you hate going to clubs and will feel like you have to make up for the six hours you lost in there. You still do it, for your friends, but itâs something that you donât enjoy a lot. If you add the fact that you donât actually drink, that makes it all even worse.Â
«What about Jimin?» heâs out of your bedroom door, you can hear it from how close his voice sounds. Thank god he has a good sense of privacy, cause youâre naked.Â
«They were together the whole day, tonight is girlâs night» you answer. Jungkook nods, telling himself heâs going to ask him to come over later.
«Iâm taking a shower now!» you let him know the conversation is going to end, already walking to your bathroom.

«She said itâs girlsâ night, so» Jiminâs munching on a chickenâs wing with so much eagerness it looks like he hasnât been eating for a week.Â
Namjoon nods at him, getting a beer from the fridge.Â
«Youâve been together the whole day, though»Â
«I know» he answers, «what can I do if I want to spend every second with her?»
«I feel like Iâm gonna throw up» Yoongi murmurs from beside him, giving him the most disgusted glance ever. Jungkook laughs.
«What have you all been up to lately?»Â
Hoseok sits on the carpet, ready to start eating as he waits for the groupâs answer.Â
Jin shrugs.
«Just work. The restaurant is always full, I think I might die from overworking»
«Listen to him bragging» Taehyung pats his hyungâs shoulder.
«Iâm not! Itâs going well, but itâs fucking tiring! Last night I came home to Hana andâŠÂ  nnghh, why am I so dumb?» he closes his eyes, breathing through his teeth.Â
«What happened?» Jungkook asks.
«Sheâd kill me if she knew I told you this,» he gulps a big sip of beer down «you have to promise me it wonât slip out of your dead-ass mouths»
«When did we ever say-»
«That time?» Yoongiâs question gets cut off, Jinâs eyes big as they remind him of what happened last time.
«It wasnât me! It was Tae!»Â
«Yah, I didnât do it on purpose» he fights, holding back a laughter.
«Alright, stop. Just donât make it happen again» Seokjin gives him a fiery glance.
«She was like, really in the mood and⊠I told her I would take a shower and then go to bed with her but my muscles were so sore I decided to run a bath. I felt asleep. She waited up for me for a whole hour,» he takes a bite from the chicken «she wasâŠÂ god, what did I do? I was so tired I didnât do it on purpose but she felt rejected or humiliated I guess⊠Iâm such a-»
«Hyung, you were just tired» Jungkook stops his rant. Namjoon nods.
«You should talk to her»
«I didnât get the chance, she left earlier this morning and didnât answer my texts all day» he answers, eyes gloomy as he pours himself another glass of beer.Â
«Wait for her up, sheâll come back after they are done with the club» Yoongi proposes. Jin nods.
«What about you?» he asks.
«Iâm good» he smiles. A little too much, actually. Itâs too bright, too much.Â
«Youâre good?» Hoseok smiles at him, already knowing that thereâs something else. There has to be, with him smiling like that.
«Really good» he echoes.Â
At this point, Jin hits his shoulder.
«Yah, give us the good stuff!»Â
The music in the background fills the air as Yoongi ponders on how to explain whatâs happening in his life at the moment, a big smile taking over his features.Â
«IâmâŠÂ» he smiles again «Iâm going to be a dad»Â
«What?!» itâs a scream that comes out loud, the same word coming from every single person present. The man nods, eyes teary. It makes Jungkookâs heart squeeze, to see his hyung so happy. The room is filled with happiness, as they all proceed to ask questions, hugs and congratulations getting shared. After all, he and Hyunjoo have been trying for the last year. The night is filled just like that, with jokes and laughs until Jin and Jimin decide that itâs time to go back home to wait for their girlfriends, the others deciding to stay until you will be back to say hello and goodbye to Jungkook.Â
Itâs when the bell rings that they know that something is definitely weird. The knock on the door too sounds eager for you, and when Jungkook gets up to open it what they hear right after makes their eyes shoot right open.
«Fuck, are you drunk? Who took you home? Why did you drink?»
«Leave me alone» you stutter as you try to walk inside, Jungkookâs arm getting to your waist. You canât even stand, how much did you drink?Â
«Who took you home?» to say he sounds worried sick is an understatement.
«Some guy with a really pretty dick» you laugh. Taehyung gets up, everyone following after him. They never saw you drunk, simply because you just donât drink. You donât like the taste of alcohol, canât even gulp down a sip of beer properly without having to go brush your teeth, apart from the fact that you canât hold it. Half of a glass is enough to make you the drunkest version of yourself; apparently now itâs not like that anymore.
«What?» the shock from seeing you like this makes Jungkook hold his words back, first he needs to make you sit somewhere.
«Grab a wet towel, or just⊠water, give me water!» he orders around. Someone gives him just what he asked for, and he doesnt even spend time in thanking them as he wipes the makeup off from your face.Â
«Water» Yoongi gives him a glass.
«Why- youâre here! Hello!» you wave to your friends, Taehyung smiling at you.Â
«My bestest friend! Tae, I missed you» you whine, grabby hands reach for his wrist, making him sit next to you.
«Yah! Iâm your bestest friend!» Jungkook shakes his head.
«I missed you too» Taehyung scoffs, your head falling on his shoulder. Jungkook hisses, itâs harder to get your makeup off when half of your face is squashed like this.
«Why did you drink so much?» Taehyung tries.
«I was⊠feeling left out? I canât remeber well» you murmur, chuckles coming out as you decide itâs time to mess with Jungkook. Every time he tries to wipe a part of your face, you just turn in the opposite direction.
«Will you stay still?» he shakes his head, annoyed.
«Youâre a pain in the ass, Jungkook. I hate you»
«I think itâs better if you go home, she needs a shower» Jungkook turns to face Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok. They look pretty shocked, but worry is weighting down on them more.
«Are you sure? We can help you?» Hoseok tries, but he shakes his head again.
«Itâs fine, I got this»Â
«Donât go! Why are you kicking them out! So annoying» you fight, holding Taehyungâs arm tighter.
«Iâm not kicking them out, but you need to shower and get changed and they- justâŠÂ» he turns again «Donât worry, just go home and rest. I got this» he repeats.

Itâs 5.43 am. And itâs so frustrating that youâre laying by his side, sleeping, while his eyes are wide open.Â
You might not feel good, so itâs better anyway, he tells himself.
Jungkook is annoyed. A lot, actually. Why, he doesnât get it. Your words echo in his mind, making him bite on the inside of his cheek when he should be resting.
Did you sleep with someone? It very much sounded like it. A really pretty dick? He scoffs. The adjective sounds almost out of place, still he feels his insides burning even hotter. He wants to ask you right now, but youâre sleeping. Again, he should be too, actually.Â
He decides itâs better if he sleeps on the sofa, youâre asleep anyway, so you wonât make a fuss about it. He lifts the covers, gently and slowly, then sits on the bed, a leg already out and his foot laying on the ground. The cold makes him wince.
«Donât go» you hold his wrist, digits caressing his skin.Â
«Stay with me,» you plead «Iâm not feeling good»Â
His defences fall down instantly. Itâs hard not to succumb when youâre murmuring against him. He does it without you having to ask twice, his foot back under the warm covers.
«Hold me?» you ask. Itâs low, sweet and sleepy, and he guesses youâre still drunk but he doesnât care. His arms wrap around you and hold you close, your head lays on his chest as you would do after having sex. Jungkook holds his breath and swears to himself, he needs to slow down his heartbeat because it seems like his heart is going to combust.Â
«I donât hate you,» your voice is faint
«Iâm sorry I told you I hate you, Kookie»
«Itâs okay» he caresses your hair, trying to make you relax.
«Just get some sleep» he canât hold himself back, not when youâre laying in his arms so defenceless and looking so frail and delicate. His lips land on your forehead, soft and gentle, incredibly caring. You donât say anything though, youâre already asleep.

«Alright, what is it?» Taehyung snaps at him, eyes fixed on the maknae. Jin nods, eyebrows high.
«Nothing» Jungkook shrugs, going back to stare at the screen. The movie isnât playing, stopped by Taehyung.Â
«It doesnât seem like nothing» he answers back.Â
Yoongi taps Jungkookâs shoulder.
«Tell it to Yoongi hyung?» he smiles.Â
Jungkook scoffs. Itâs something he used to tell him when he was younger, it would reassure him to know that there was someone older than him to relay on and to count on. Now, though, Yoongi canât do anything about it.
«Iâm your hyung too» Taehyung pats his other shoulder.
«Me too» Jimin adds.
«Weâre all older, we got it» Namjoon looks at the two who are smiling wide at Jungkook.
«Talk to us? We could help» he prompts.Â
«I just⊠I donât know» he doesnât know where to start from. He doesnât even know why heâs feeling so bothered about it, it shouldnât be such a big deal.
«I donât know⊠why?»
«What? We canât understand like this» the confusion is clear on Hoseokâs features.
Jungkook sighs, deep and shaky, head falling on the cushion of the couch.
«Iâve been sleeping with someone» he declares, bringing the back of his hand on his eyes.Â
«What?» itâs Jimin and Jin, ready to ask why he didnât tell them. Yoongi glares at them in a second, shutting them up before they even have the chance to start.
«And?» he coos.
«And- she⊠slept with someone else» he adds. Itâs blurry, and the situation is not clear, but just seeing Jungkook like this makes all of them on the edge.
«Are you in a relationship? Or you just-»
«Weâre not» he answers Namjoon.
«Weâre not, butâŠÂ» he doesnât finish.Â
He canât believe himself. What the hell is this about? Itâs not like you agreed on being exclusive, you didnât even talk too much about what happened, it just happened, three fucking times. And god, how fucking good it was. The best sex heâs ever had. Fuck, he didnât even think about someone else after sleeping with you.Â
Maybe it wasnât the smartest of choices since heâs been fighting against his feelings for six years, but until now they were pretty good. He dated, you dated, he kept them at bay and they didnât get in the way.Â
«You wish you were» Yoongi finishes his sentence.
Silence fills the air. Jungkook feels like heâs going to throw up. You wish you were, itâs the only thing playing in his head. He wishes you were. Thatâs the point, thatâs the fucking point. He wishes youâd see in him what heâs been seeing in you for all these years, he wishes youâd crave his touch just like he craves yours, in the same way. He wishes you could share more than just a home and bills, friendship and bags of popcorns. He wishes for more, and fuck, heâs been so fucking stupid all along to think that a little taste couldnât do too bad, to think that he could have at least that much.
«Have you talked to her?» Jin tries. Jungkook shakes his head, the back of his hand still pressed against his eyes.
«Why donât you try?»
«Why would I? Weâre friends»
«Fuckbuddies?» Jimin asks «How can you be-» Taehyung slaps him on the neck. A faint moan coming out of his friendâs lips.
«Shut up»
«No, friends. Weâre friends» he slightly raises his voice on the last word, to make it clear.Â
Yoongiâs eyes narrow.
«You mean you⊠youâve been sleeping together but youâre friends?»Â
«Isnât it clear?» Jin looks at him like Yoongi has two heads, eyes trying to suggest something that no one gets. His head moves as to beckon him to something thatâs right in front of him, Yoongiâs expression still clueless. Then, he gets it.
«Y/n! Is it Y/n? What the hell Jungkook!» he breaks out. Everyoneâs eyes shot right open, Jungkookâs hand falling on his lap as he realises that thereâs no way back.Â
«When? Why?»
«It just⊠happened» he sighs, eyes closing again.Â
«When?» Taehyung canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
«Four months ago,» he murmurs «the first time»
«How many times? Oh, my god» Jin wants to know everything, every little detail. Not sexually, it would be awkward since youâre his friend, but every thing he can, he has to know.
«Three»Â
«Three?» He repeats.
«Three times,» Jungkook says again «I donât know what to-»
«Is it because of the guy with the pretty dick?» Yoongi asks. Jungkook tilts his head, glaring at his hyung.Â
«Okay, it is»
«Talk to her» Hoseok prompts but he only gets a big, steady shake of the maknaeâs head.
«She was drunk. Do you know what youâre doing? Like, have you talked about it at least? Are you exclusive with each other?»
«We didnât, and I guess weâre not» Jungkook answers Jin, not really in the mood for all of his questions.
«Jungkook, you have to-»
His phone rings, cutting Hoseok off. Your name comes up on the screen, everyoneâs eyes and ears ready to steal information, Jungkookâs thumb stopping before hitting the green icon. He takes a deep breath, then answers.Â
«What-»
«Jungkook, please help me»Â
Something inside him snaps, worry filling every part of his being. Your voice is shaky, fragile. It sounds like youâre crying.
«What, what happened? Where are you?»
«At home,» you whimper «Iâm in the tub. I slipped and, I canât move. It hurts»Â
«Fuck, wait Iâll be there in five minutes. Stay on the phone, donât move. Please, donât move, okay?» heâs already on the way to the door of Taehyungâs house, their eyes fixed on him in worry. He waves goodbye before closing the door, mouthing âemergencyâ at their inspecting eyes.

«Fuck, are you okay?»Â
To say heâs worried sick is an understatement. His eyes travel to every part of your body to make sure that youâre not hurt, until they reach your arms covering your chest.Â
«Donât look! Give me the bathrobe» you want to cry, you feel so embarrassed that you actually could.Â
«Yes!» he passes it to you quickly, helping you as best as he can with his face turned to the side. He wants to tell you that it doesnât matter if he sees you like this cause it already happened but he guesses you might feel embarrassed or just not at ease, so he shuts up and does what he has to.Â
«Itâs fine, IâŠÂ» your voice trembles. You hold his wrist on the side of the tub, fingers cold and wet.Â
«Itâs fine, itâs alright. Ssshh, donât cry» he kneels down, his arms wrapping around you and leading your head to his chest.Â
«Iâm not crying» you whisper, gulping down.
«Youâre about to,» he caresses your hair «Iâm here. I got you» he feels his throat tightening. He was so fucking worried he run two red lights while coming home, all the ones he met.Â
«I always got you» he coos.Â
For some reason, his words make you shake in his hold, a faint whimper coming out as you let the tears fall. The embarrassment and the stress about the situation, the pain of your ankle and his presence seem to mix together to combine into a perfect crying solution.
«You wonât tease me about this, right?» you mumble, voice muffled. Jungkookâs heart feels slightly reassured at your words, a weak smile gracing his lips.
«I wonât, baby. I promise» he whispers.
Your faint sobs fill the air, and he feels like his poor heart will break only by listening. His fingertips dig into your bathrobe so much itâs like you feel them on your skin, his other hand caresses your hair, his breath shaky.Â
He waits for your weeps to summer down and stays like this a little longer, his presence reassuring and his touch relaxing you.
«Letâs get you out of here, okay?» he asks. You nod. Heâs gentle when he parts his arms from around you, gentle when he tells you to relax, gentle when he smiles at you, soothing.Â
«Where does it hurt?»Â
«My ankle» you let him know. His eyes travel down, hands getting wet in the water as he lightly feels both of them.Â
«There» you hold back your breath, the pain makes you grimace.
«Okay, just⊠can you get up? Just lean on me and donât put weight on your right leg. Lean on me» he instructs. You follow his words and try to get up as best as you can, leaning your weight on him and keeping your ankle up. Jungkook helps you out of the bathtub, his hands coming to your back and the back of your legs to pick you up. He makes sure not to hurt your ankle with any movement, eyes on your face to check in with you without having to ask.
The path to your bedroom is silent, he lays you on your bed and tells you he will change the sheets himself afterwards because of the wet bathrobe.Â
«I think you need a pillow, you need to keep your ankle up» he works diligently, worry guiding him until he realises youâre set. On the bed, with the pillow underneath your ankle, comfortable, kind of.
«Do you want ice? Wait, Iâll get it with something to drink» he lets you know. He vanishes out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to get a glass of water and the ice, then goes back to the bathroom to get a towel to wrap around it so it isnât too cold.
When he comes back, he smiles at you.
«You need to drink at least a bit» he hands you the glass. He sits next to you, looks as you gulp down the entire glass with a proud smile, his hand reaching out to take the glass back and put it on your nightstand. You stay with your mouth closed, still too embarrassed to say anything.
He puts the ice on your ankle, careful not to hurt you more than what youâre hurting already. Itâs an instinct he doesnât think of or can fight back, when he strokes your hair tenderly. It makes you gulp, heart swelling in your chest.Â
«I was so fucking scared» he admits, low and shaky, almost a whisper.
«Iâm sorry» you really are. He was enjoying his night with your friends after a hard week of work, and you called him and made him come all the way home, worried and-
«Itâs okay, donât worry» he smiles.
«But we should go to the hospital, your ankle is a bit swollen and-»
«Not now, please» you refuse.
«Y/n, you really should»
«I know,» you nod «just please not now? In a bit»Â
Jungkook sighs, but he nods. He keeps the ice on your ankle, eyes on your face to check if heâs hurting you in any way to the point you feel your ears burn.Â
«Come here?» you ask, patting beside you. He raises his eyebrows, looking at your hand on the mattress.Â
«Please?» you ask sweetly.Â
«The ice» he says. You shake your head.
«Just for a little, please» you gulp your beating heart down. You want him close, closer and closer. You donât know why, but you want him so close itâs getting hard to breathe.
Jungkook canât say no to you, not when youâre in your most fragile state, telling him to lay beside you. He puts the ice on the nightstand, next to the empty glass.Â
When he lays on his side, his eyes instantly fall on your face, a bit of worry still painting his features.
Your hands move on their own, reaching his and bringing them around you.Â
The atmosphere is dreamy like, a pinkish feeling invading Jungkookâs chest as he stares at you, his arms squeezing you and your eyes getting lost in his. Itâs odd, how you can feel you heart pulsate, the sound echoes in your ears until they become numb. His hold seems to calm your racing mind a bit and you find yourself craving for something you canât really touch, get a grasp of.
«Jungkook» you call.Â
«Mmh?»Â
«I want you»Â
Jungkook feels like a leaf about to fall. Swept away by the wind, scared to fall but what if the fall is so sweet, so gentle? What if he canât say no? He wants you just as bad as he wants you to want him. He wants you sweetly, he wants you lovingly. He wants you. Every part, every shiver, every fear and every night. Every fucking night. If he canât have that, heâll have to settle for this at least. He canât say no to your love. And now that he realises, he thinks, this is the last time. The first time loving you and the last.Â
«Fuck, come» he holds you tighter.
«Come into my arms» as if you werenât already. He stays like that, seconds passing by and his breath getting rougher, he tries to  slow down his heartbeat but itâs to no use, you probably can feel it even through your bathrobe and his clothes. He wonders what are you thinking, if you want him as bad as he wants you at least sexually. It makes him breathless, how much he wishes you were his.
«I need-» he gulps «I need you close»
His body moves on top of yours, his legs in the middle of your thighs, eyes glancing at your ankle to make sure he doesnât hurt you with his movements. It kills you, how he takes his shirt off and the light of your room kisses every single inch of his abdomen. His beautiful skin, the muscles flexing as he removes the cloth, his brownish nipples hard at the cold hair. You want to lick it, every part of him. You want to touch it, chase every ripple with your fingertips.Â
«Can I take this off?» he asks.Â
When you meet his gaze his eyes are made of something youâve never seen. Itâs not want or need, youâve seen those already the other times you had sex, itâs just something else that you canât quite grasp; you donât focus on it too much, nodding your head and reaching you hands for the knot of the bathrobe.Â
«Wait, let me» his fingers graze yours. You stop your ministrations, watching as he unties the knot, slow. Thereâs something. Thereâs definitely something. When he took your clothes off the last time, there was eagerness in his motions. There was need.
He was scared, of course he was. You guess that now heâs just glad youâre okay and trying to not hurt you in any way. Youâre glad. Glad that he takes such good care of you, glad to have him as your friend.Â
«Thank you» you smile. Jungkook feels his heart clench. He wishes your relationship wouldnât be like this, for you not to thank him with that smile so uninvolved, so clear.Â
He nods, hands getting by your sides to not put any weight on you.
«Keep your ankle up, please. Donât wanna hurt you» he says. You nod, again.
His bicep flexes as he puts his weight only on his left arm, his fingers of the other caressing your clavicle. He sees the shivers on your skin as he travels lower, grabbing the edge of the bathrobe to reveal your chest. He wants to squeeze you, squeeze you so tight you donât have any space left between you, hearts beating against each other.Â
Your skin glistens, and he canât hold himself back anymore. He raises on his calves, opens your robe so that every part of you is revealed, takes off his pants and his socks. His cock is hard, so fucking hard heâs afraid heâll come just by the sight of you, but he wants to hold back. He has to, cause he wants to do this right, in the right way. He wants to love you even if you donât notice it, at least for once.Â
«Sit up for me, princess» his tone is like honey, and you do as he says without complaining. The pet name leaves a weird taste in your ears, youâre not used to it.
He helps you out of the bathrobe, finally having you naked on the bed. So pretty, so exposed just for him. Something inside him doesnât set right, though.Â
«Hold tight onto me»Â
Youâre in his arms, getting up from the bed and out of your bedroom. You wander what the hell is he doing until you get to his bedroom, confusion invading your features.
«Why?»Â
He lays you on his bed, getting a pillow again so that you can keep your ankle elevated.
He looks down at you from the end of the bad, cock twitching and eyes fixed into yours. He wonders if it was too much of a bold move, but he guesses you wouldnât see anything behind it.Â
«Want you in my bed» he simply answers, transparent and straight to the point, his dark doe eyes drinking yours in.Â
You just nod a little astonished.Â
Of all the times you had sex, it was always in your bed. Never in his. Never your perfume stayed on his sheets, never he got to swim in the illusion of having at least a little more to keep to himself, just for him. A part of you to keep, to protect in a world that isnât yours.Â
He takes his boxers off, and god you wish he could be faster cause you think your eagerness will make you lose your mind. You want him deep inside you, close as soon as possible.
«Open your legs for me?» he coos. He looks at you from the edge of the bed, still standing. Your eyes travel all the way from his face to his cock, it stands straight up to his belly button, the tip red and angry, veins displayed. If youâre not seeing wrong, thereâs a bit of precum leaking out from his tip, but maybe itâs just the light playing with your eyesight.Â
You do as he says, opening your legs as much as you can for him to see, careful with your ankle. He bites down on his lips, his hand getting to the base of his cock and wrapping around it, just squeezing it.
«I love your pussy» he breathes out. The way he sounds makes you clench around nothing and when you see his hand stroke up and down his needy cock your mouth opens in awe.Â
«Iâm obsessed, want it every day»Â
You squeeze your thighs together, how can he speak so filthy but sound so angelic?
«That canât happen» you warn him.Â
Jungkook nods.
«I know» he answers. It kills him. It fucking kills him, to have a taste and then having to let go of it.Â
He gets to the bed, kneeling in front of you, his eyes on your face.Â
«I want you on my tongue»Â
Your yearning is making you crazy, youâre so wet youâre practically dripping by now.
«Please, Jungkook»Â
It sounds so good, to hear you say his name like that. In such a filthy way, totally unfiltered.Â
«Gonna give my baby what she needs»
His hands touch your thighs, he gropes your skin with his digits, so soft it makes him want to fucking lose himself and get lost just in the desire. His sentence makes you wetter, but your heart beats louder for some type of reason.Â
«Please» you plead again.Â
«I got you» he reassure you, he lays down on your body, face close to yours. His lips are close, so close you think heâs going to kiss you but he just lays a kiss on the corner of your mouth.Â
«I always got you» he whispers, his eyes looking into yours. His hand caresses your cheek, something that adds too much to this, to you, to the both of you. It leaves you wordless, shaking.
A second later, heâs back between your legs,  his hands grabbing your thighs in the gentlest way he ever did.Â
«So beautiful» he murmurs to himself as he looks at your pussy juices leaking out. Itâs so fucking inviting that he canât hold back anymore. His mouth lands on your clit, so soft and pillowy, he kisses it. A strangled moan comes out of your mouth, and he lays another, and another. His tongue starts to glide between your lips, up and down he gathers your juices and then sucks onto your clit, your back arching on the bed.
«Oh, fuck» you moan. It makes him eager. Eager for more, eager for you, ciclo by fervent. He wants it all.
He sucks on your clit again, harder and for a time that seems endless, the pleasure that takes over you is tingling and consuming and your mouth opens again in a silent moan. He lets it go with a popping sound, he blows on it, kisses it again, sucks again as his tongue plays with it. Your hands reach his hair, they tug at the strands as you moan out loud. Itâs so good, so good youâre not going to last long.
«So good» your hips shoot up, whines come out of your mouth.
He feels drunk, lost in the taste of you.
«Yeah?» he coos. His tongue rubs your clit deliciously, the pattern changing from up and down to side to side and circles, it makes you lose your mind.Â
«What if I do this? Take all of you in my mouth?»Â
Itâs unreal, how good he can make you feel. He takes you all in his mouth, from your clit to your hole, sucking on every part he manages to get, then sucks on your lips. His hands move on your stomach, eyes on your face as he grabs your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them softly, fingers rubbing your nipples, filthy wet sounds filling the air. Itâs embarrassing, the amount of wetness through your folds, how your juices keep leaking out at just a look at him. You donât think you can hold back. Not when heâs sucking on your clit again, his fingers grazing your nipples as he moans on it in his mouth. He doesnât think he can get any other pussy, after yours. Itâs too good, itâs perfect. Just perfect.
«Gonna- Jungkook» you shiver.
«Tell me, talk to me, baby» he moans on your pussy, his tongue poking at your hole.Â
«Fuck, I think Iâm going to- cum»Â
His tongue feels so good inside you, your walls tight around it and your juices wetting all of his chin. He wants your wetness everywhere, on his chest, on his thighs, on his fucking bed.Â
«Please, let me see» he begs.Â
«Cum for me»Â
One of his hands come down, his fingers rubbing your clit. You donât have the time nor the voice to tell him that youâre going to, cause god, it feels so fucking good you donât even know how to speak anymore. You just see him, his eyes staring at you from between your legs, nose brushing against your folds, his tongue deep inside you. Your legs shake, your breathing is rough.
«Cum for me, angel»Â
And you do. You cum so fucking hard, you donât even realise what is happening, how your juices flow out and drip onto his sheets,  how Jungkook presses down onto the mattress to get some sort of friction, how he gulps down your juices as if they were the tastiest thing he ever drank.Â
He kisses your clit, your lips, every part of your pussy he can get a taste of, your inner thighs.
«Fuck, I only want your pussy» he moans, the fingers that left your aching clit now wrapping around his thickness, your juices on his cock make his skin glossy. Youâre such in a haze that yes, you nod.
«Fuck, yes» you sigh. Jungkook canât take his eyes off of you, he simply canât. Youâre so beautiful, so pretty when youâre so vulnerable and exposed for him that you make him helpless, totally fragile.
«Youâre so beautiful, so pretty when you cum» his voice makes you open your eyes, finding him still between your legs.Â
«Come here» you struggle to let your voice out.Â
«Want you close»Â
His heart shakes.Â
«Tell me what you want and Iâll give it to you» he breathes out, laying on top of you. His voice is shaky and you feel his hands travel from your thighs to your stomach, then to your chest. They reach your shoulders, one of them cups your cheek, his eyes study every part of your face. He looks at the flush of your cheeks, how they turned to a reddish tone, your lips swollen from your teeth biting at them, your hair messy all over his pillows. In his bed, his at least for now.
«I want you, only want you» you whine.Â
«You have me» he wishes you could notice, that youâd realise, look at him and mean your words just how he means them. He just rubs his cock against your folds, though.
«Right here» he moans. Cock rock hard, so fucking ready for you.Â
«Please» you just keep pleading, you canât hold back. You donât even care if you just came and your pussy needs time to recover from the tremendous orgasm you just had, you just want him inside you.Â
His cockhead brushes against your clit, a strangled moan coming out from both of your throats, your eyes focusing on his just to see thatâs they were already there. Jungkook smiles at you so softly as his cockhead finds your hole and pushes in that it feels too much. Too much affection, to much loving. Too lovingly. It makes your insides twist and turn, and you wonder what the fuck is going on, but you donât have time to voice your feelings cause a second later his cock is deep inside you, filling you up to the brim.
You just shut your mouth, take everything he has to give. You want it all, you donât care.
«Fucking perfect» he whines. His cock never felt so good, your walls squeeze him perfectly, your pussy so wet he can feel your juices already pour down to his balls.
«Wrap around me,» he moans faintly «please»
Your legs move on their own, the pain of your ankle shooting up to your leg. You grimace, eyes squeezed shut.
«Careful with your leg» the worry makes him still.
«Lay it on the pillow, up» he whispers, his hand reaching your calf to guide it back down.Â
«Like this» he kisses your temple. You sigh when you feel the softness of the pillow and your weight supported, the pain untying a bit.
«Does it hurt?» his words soothe you and you open your eyes to look at his face. You shake your head.
«It was just for the movement. Itâs going away now» you answer. Jungkook nods, his fingers brush away a little strand of hair thatâs keeping your beautiful face away from him.
«Like this itâs good, is it okay for you?» he asks. His hand holds your hip, your leg wrapped around him, the other on the cushion and Jungkookâs cock buried deep inside you still. You can feel it throb even when itâs still, you wonder how is it possible that heâs holding himself back so much.
«Itâs perfect» you whisper. His eyes, smile first, as they always do. His smile comes right after, and you donât know if itâs the atmosphere or your vulnerability for everything that happened but it makes your heart swell. You want him around you, you want him everywhere, all over you, inside of you.
He looks down at you, moves his pelvis back and then forward again, you wrap your leg tighter around his waist. Your arms come around him, his passes under your back as the other stays on your hip, his cock rutting inside you makes you whimper. He kisses your neck, sucks on your skin, moans in your ears.Â
«Love it so much,» he shivers, eyes closing from the pleasure «getting to have you like this»Â
«Feels so good, Kook» you whine.
Jungkook fucks into you slow, but his motions are firm and he knows exactly where your buttons are. Apparently, it didnât take much for him to learn, it seems like he knew them all along, from the first time.Â
«Yeah?» he coos, his digits dig into your skin.
«Yes» you moan out loud, only guiding him closer. His cock is perfect. You love it, could never imagine a better dick.Â
«Tell me, baby. Wanna hear you» he doesnât stop, only squeezes you tighter. Your breasts against his hard chest, your nipples brushing against his skin, every curve of your body against his.
«Your cock is so perfect» you tell him. He wants to look down to where heâs inside of you but doesnât want to miss a single thing, not even a crumb of the pleasure taking up your features.
«I love it so much, the best cock ever» your voice is muffled and your fist comes out from behind his neck to press against your lips as you speak.Â
«Please donât» he whines, looking down at you.Â
«Wanna hear you, donât hold back»Â
Your fist goes away. Your fingers dig into his skin again, surrendering to his request and letting your voice come out free.Â
Jungkook makes love to you. Itâs so sweet and so slow but so good that youâre lost. Lost in him, lost in the feeling and the pleasure.Â
«Keep your leg up» he instructs, letting your hip out of his grasp. He kisses your nose, his hand travels between your legs, his middle finger on your clit.Â
«Oh, Jungkook, fuck» you wail, the pleasure adding up. He moves his finger in circles, up and down, from side to side, just like he did with his tongue before. It makes him jerk inside you, throb with every thrust, bite down on his lips as he looks at your face and feel your walls clench around him. Your mouth opens, eyes looking at him through your lashes, pillowy lips ready to be kissed.Â
«I want to make you feel so good,» he groans, «want you to think about this when youâre alone» he moans.Â
«I want you to give it to me, all to me. Mine» he whispers onto your lips, breath hot on your face.
«All mine»Â
«Fuck, yes»
Your walls are so tight, pulsating so hard.Â
His finger keeps rubbing your clit, he moans when he brings it a bit lower, feeling his cock pounding inside your pussy, your pussylips spread around him, your wetness gathering at the base of his cock. His balls slap on your ass, the sounds filthy and wet, so incredibly wet.
«Iâm going to- yes, feels so good» you breathe hard, his finger back on your clit rubbing faster. Your legs shake and you feel his cock dripping precum in your cunt, all of his length pulsating.Â
«I want you to look at me when you cum,» he pleads, tone shaky «please look at me» he whines. If you werenât on the edge already, you think you would probably be just by the way he sounds. Heâs so sexy you think you wonât ever be able to get over this. Youâre going to think about this for sure, hell if youâre going to.
«Kook, I- IâŠÂ»
«Ssh, let go. Just let go and look at me» he coos sweetly. Heâs holding back, heâs trying so fucking much to hold back that his cock is over sensitive and he doesnât think he will last much longer. Your walls squeeze him perfectly, so fucking soft and warm around him, so wet, so beautiful.Â
«Give it to me, love» he doesnât notice, not until he says it. It just slips out, naturally. You donât say anything, head burying deeper in his pillow and your walls tightening around him.
You come all over his cock. Your juices make it harder for him to control his pace as you contract sp tightly all over him, his cock still moving inside of you, your arms wrapped around him. Youâre trembling but you still find the strength to cup his cheeks, eyes looking at him for all the time just like he asked you to. You watch him as he moans, fucking into you with the same pace, his cock so hard. One of your hands travel down, between your bodies and down to his cock, his tight balls in your hand. You cup them, massage them a little. Jungkookâs features grimace, a loud whiny moan filling the air as your fingers on his cheek caress his skin.
«So beautiful. Cum for me, please» you plead. His heart beats so loud itâs going to explode, and a second later heâs shooting his cum right deep inside of you, hot, thick and long spurts of cum filling you up to the brim. His lips touch yours, as he keeps cuming. They brush against each other and a second later heâs succumbing to them, moaning into your mouth as his hips fuck his cum into your pussy, your leg still keeping him close and you fingers on his cheek.Â
The kiss is slow and not really controlled, his tongue touches yours and brushes it, your lips eager for each other but moving slowly. It kills him, the way you wrap your arm around him to bring him closer as if he wasnât all shattered into pieces already.Â
You kiss for long, he still fucks himself into you slowly even after coming down from his high, your body still tight to him. When you part, you feel your chest on fire. His eyes look glossy, his lips red and wet, his baby hair sticking to his forehead. His movements stop, the last trace of a kiss on your clavicle right where it all started, and then he comes out of you. He lays beside you, eyes staring at your face. Silence fills the air, your breaths the only thing audible.
«Kook» you call.
«Yes?» he hums.
«I need another shower» you laugh.

The atmosphere is odd. Itâs thick. You want to go out of your bedroom and ask him what is going on exactly but for some type of reason, youâre holding back. Thereâs just something in the air.
Last week has been weird.Â
You would come home when Jungkook was already there to find the dinner on the table, covered with a plate so it wouldnât get cold, some days with a post it.Â
I already ate, Iâm going to bed, Iâm a little tired.
Iâm going out, but I cooked you dinner. Rest well.
Work was hard today, Iâm going to sleep.
Since the two years youâve been living together, youâve always made sure that the one coming home later had something to eat, without having to cook when youâre both too tired. You do it for him too, when he comes home late. Thatâs what you did on Thursday and Friday, but when he came home you werenât expecting him to literally eat and go to bed after putting his dish in the sink.Â
The dinner was odd too, he made small talk, but there was something that didnât feel right, as if it was a bit awkward. When you both stayed home on the weekend your friends filled the place on Saturday, and on Sunday, he just spent the day in his bedroom beside coming out to make lunch and dinner together.
You knocked on his door once or twice, asked him if he wanted to watch a movie or just chill together, but he said he was tired.
Something is off. Maybe heâs really tired, at dinner today he mentioned that work has been hard lately.Â

You start to wonder if you should be worried. If Jungkook is stressed and needs someone to talk too, if youâre being just a shitty friend and shouldnât give him all this space, if you should grab him by the shoulders and tell him to talk to you about what is going on. He doesnât seem to have closed up with your friends though, on five days he spent three evenings at their place this week. Maybe itâs just you seeing things.
You should talk to him, cause youâre worried, and you miss him. You miss your friend.

«Jiminâs on his way too» Eunji announces, grabbing a pile of glasses. She places one for each of you on the table, then takes a look around.
«I think everythingâs set?»
You nod, Hana and Jin appearing by your side with the side dishes.Â
«Letâs put them on the table» Jin grabs six of them all together.
«Yah, donât order us around. This is my house, not your restaurant» Yoongi slaps his hyung on the ass, his friend glaring at him. Hyunjoo shakes his head at the scene in front of her, her belly has just started to grow, three months into pregnancy. She looks so beautiful and happy that your heart throbs in happiness.
«Where are Namjoon and Jungkook?» she asks.Â
«Namjoon will be here in ten» Hoseok answers.
«Iâll call Jungkook» you announce.
Youâre about to go to get your purse, but the door rings, so you wander towards it. Jungkook stands behind it, soft hair reaching almost his shoulders, his bangs framing his pretty face. His eyes stare directly into yours, eyebrows cocked.Â
«Oh, youâre here?» he asks, as if he wasnât expecting it. He stays still on the doorway, hands by his sides.Â
«Yes?» you smile as best as you can, not really knowing what to do.
«Everyone is here» you remind him. Jungkook nods eagerly.
«I know» he nods again. You move to the side to let him in.Â
«I was about to call you» you say. He takes his coat off, hanging it with the others.
«I was stuck in traffic,» he shrugs «I thought it was the same for you, since you worked late too today»Â
«Oh, no. I left earlier» he nods. And then, itâs silent again. You just stare at each other.
He doesnât know. How to do this properly, how to go back to who he was, the friend you had before he realised it was too much to hold back. Every time he looks at you, itâs too much. He feels like youâre taking all the oxygen, leaving him with the smallest amount and not able to breathe properly. He tried. He really tried. He told himself that yes, it can be fixed. He repeats it to himself everyday, but something just makes him stop. Heâs too⊠he guesses he just needs space. To get over you, to learn how to look at you differently, just like before he knew, when he was younger. Maybe he wonât ever be able to go back at that point, but at least to when it was bearable to look at you from afar and just have a small part of you?Â
«Jungkookah!» Teahyung yells from the kitchen. Yoongi peeks out from the living room, he smiles brightly at his youngest friend, his arm wrapping around his shoulders.Â
«Leave him alone, he just got here» he yells back at Taehyung. In a bunch of minutes, everyone is gathered in the living room, sitting on the carpet and ready to have dinner. Itâs been a while since you all gathered to have dinner together, and the atmosphere is light. Everyone is laughing at something, new jokes being made and happiness shared. It makes you appreciate what you have, how every single person in this room means something to you, something beautiful. Youâre lucky, very so.
But as you go on, you canât help but go back to your old habits. Searching for Jungkookâs smile in the midst of the laughters, look for his eyes when you start to talk about something that happened to you during the day. You find him nodding at someone, eyes going back to his dish when you speak. And you canât help but feel in the wrong. Heâs mad at you, maybe you did something to make him upset, something that apparently is very much important to him. This has to be the reason why.
You realise how much you value him. His thoughts, his words, the way he makes you feel like thereâs someone you can lean on, someone whoâs got you. You realise how easy it is to enjoy his company, to feel happy thanks to him, to feel loved. And how cold it is without him, lost.Â
Youâve always been inseparable, since you were sixteen and he was nineteen. Your pieces fixed together so perfectly that you didnât have to worry about fighting with each other, cause you both knew that nothing was going to change between you. You went through so many things together that you canât even remember all of them clearly now. Heâs your safe place. And even though you know that this is perfectly fixable and actually nothing too dramatic, you just feel lost without his complicity.Â
«Y/n?» Hyunjoo shakes his hand in front of your face, her striking smile brings you out of your thoughts. You nod.
«Oh, yes Iâm listening»

«You donât know what youâre doing» Namjoonâs hand falls on Jungkookâs thigh, lightly slapping it. He shrinks on his side of the sofa, eyes shutting down.
«I know» he whines.
«Thatâs at least something» the hyung scoffs.Â
«Did you talk?»
«No» he lets out. If it wasnât already clear enough, Jungkook is in very much need of advices.
«We justâŠÂ»
«What?»
«We donât speak-» he stops to gulp «like we used to»
Namjoon canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
«What? Why?»
«Cause we simply donât, itâs complicated»
«It really isnât» he fights back, slapping his hand on his thigh for a second time.
«Why?»
Jungkook sighs.Â
«I just⊠I think I need time to- get over her or whatever this is, I-»
«You have to talk to her, Jungkook,» he shakes his head, unbelievable «if you donât, sheâll think thereâs something wrong. You have to be clear and-»
«I canât» he bites down on his lips, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. Sleep is getting to him and the fact that tonight he didnât sleep well makes it even worse.
«I canât tell her»
«Itâs worse if you donât! Your friendship is not going to be fixed magically»Â
«Thatâs the reason why I need time» he blubbers.Â
«And the reason why sheâs looking so gloomy» Namjoonâs response dejects him even more.
«I know Iâm being a dick,» he stares down at his feet in the slippers «but I canât lose her»
Silence is the answer that accompanies him. The cheers coming from inside the room sound muffled, the light of the moon softly grazing his skin. Just the thought of you not by his side sends a shiver of fear through his spine. He doesnât want to get to know what it is like to be without you, he canât.
«Donât you think that maybe a part of her⊠at least a small one-»
«No,» his voice is faint «not a small one, not even a bit»Â
It stings. So fucking much, it burns.Â
Namjoon sees it clearly, the pain written all over his features. To be truthful, heâs always noticed it, even when Jungkook didnât know. He saw the way he looked at you, his smile when someone mentioned you, the way he would talk about you or what happened to you the day before, the way you made him laugh while doing the dishes, how he was ready to put you first, even before him. It actually makes it hard for him to understand, how it took all this time for Jungkook to realise.Â
«Even when you were- like intimate?»Â
Jungkookâs eyes shoot right to his hyungâs face. He always tries not to think about that, for as much as he can. Even though, some nights your hands on his skin haunt him, your moans in his ears, your taste on his lips.
«I donât think so»Â
«Did you kiss? Like, or I donât know, was like- two friends having sex or- what was it like?»Â
Jungkook wishes he didnât ask. Cause bringing the thought of you looking so vulnerable and ready for him in his arms sends back feelings he tried so hard to hold back in the last two weeks.Â
«It wasâŠÂ» he takes a deep breath, letting the air out from his mouth.
«Consuming» his breath gets stuck in his throat.
«We were justâŠÂ» he shakes his head «it wouldnât be the same for her. I loved it in a different way»
«Maybe,» Namjoon pats his shoulder gently «but how was she? Like, was she like theÂ
Y/n you always hang out with? Like- you know, how awkward it can be when two friends fuck, come on» he chuckles lightly, not really wanting to be explicit about the two of his best friends.
«She was sweet. Like, so sweet. The last time, sheâŠÂ» he closes his eyes, munching on his lips. The scene playing in his mind leaves him in agony, itâs pure torture to remember you in such a crude state, all for him.
«She was in pain. When she called and we were at Taehyungâs place-»
«That night?» Namjoonâs eyes shoot wide open, mouth hanging as the youngest nods.
«She was in pain, she hurt her ankle. But the way she looked at me, kept me close⊠the way she opened up to me just- it kills me to remember her in that way» he sniffs. His eyes are glossy. He wishes there would be a better way, an answer written somewhere, a safe recipe to follow.Â
His friend understands that he canât ask more. Jungkook is in pain. And he wishes he could do something about it, even though he knows he canât. So he just hugs him, his hand patting the youngest head to comfort him at least a bit.Â

«Jungkook!» you yell from your living room. Youâre tired. Itâs becoming too much, and you need to talk, right now.Â
You donât hear any answer, so you stride to his room. The knock on his door makes him grimace, eyes staring directly at it.
«Come out,» you stare at the white wood, arms crossed in front of you «please» you add, voice softening.
He lets go of his clothes, laying the folded pieces on the bed more carefully than the others.Â
«I cooked you dinner, I left a post it» the door opens, revealing him in all his height, hair still a bit wet from the shower. The black hoodie heâs wearing makes him look smaller and it involuntarily warms your heart a bit.
«You said you were going to sleep» you murmur.
«I am» he says.
«Youâre not,» you shake your head «youâre mad at me. Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me, itâs killing me»Â
Jungkook stares at you blankly. His eyes scan your features for what seems to be an hour. He shakes his head slowly, guilt takes over him, the displeasure clear on his face. He softens, a step towards you and all of his defences fall down.
«Iâm not mad at you» heâs sweet, voice covered in honey.Â
«You arenât?» your arms fall at your sides.
«Youâre mad. Thereâs something off, youâve been ignoring me for the last two weeks»
«I-» he cuts himself off, closes his eyes for a second.Â
«I wasnât⊠IâŠÂ»
«Please, just talk to me» you plead. You canât stand this atmosphere, not with him.
Jungkook shakes his head, his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, itâs all he can do.
«Iâm sorry. Itâs just that work has been rough and Iâm all over the place, just- Iâm sorry»Â
The knot in his throat is getting thicker, but he canât say more. He knows heâs been a dick, a total idiot.
«You say that but IâŠÂ» you shake your head on his shoulder, your arms move around him and you feel him sniff.Â
«I promise thereâs nothing wrong» he whispers, he moves his hand up and down on your back to soothe you, the other keeps you close.
«Iâm sorry»Â
«Talk to me»Â
His hair tickle your skin, the itch makes you rub your face on his shoulder to tone it down and his hand fists the cloth of your shirt.
«If you feel like you need to vent or justâŠÂ anything» your back shakes, and he knows youâre about to cry. Tears donât fall though, you try as best as you can to not make your sensibility take over you even though your eyes are burning.
«Ssh, donât cry, please» he sounds pleading, voice faint and shaky. Itâs killing him for real, to not open up to the person he loves the most, youâre his best friend, his person. And he just wishes so much his feelings never showed up, that he didnât look at you so differently from the way you look at him.Â
«I will. I will, I promise» he blows.Â

The atmosphere in your house feels light. Itâs back to normal, with Jungkook walking around the place on a Thursday night, his voice echos in the kitchen as he wipes the floor, one of the songs heâs been listening to lately getting sung over and over again.Â
«Jungkook, you need to see this» you call from the sofa. His eyes travel to where you are, the light of the kitchen shines stars in his irises and the beanie heâs wearing makes him look so cute. He leaves the broom carefully balanced on the side of the counter, his feet tiptoeing towards your spot. He squats down, eyes squinting at your phone.
«Woah!» his excitement makes you giggle as his hands zooms in the picture.Â
«Itâs our niece? I need to call Yoongi hyung! Did he send it to you?»Â
You nod, a big smile on your face.
«Wait, how do you know itâs a girl?»Â
Jungkook shakes his head.
«I can feel it» he beams.
«Where is my phone?»Â
«I think you left it on the sink» you answer. He nods eagerly, getting back up. The way he hops all the way to the sink makes your turn and laugh, heâs so dorky you want to slap his cute little ass.Â
«Fuck, I stepped on the dirt!» he whines, stopping right away. You laugh even harder, hands grabbing your stomach as he huffs and gets his phone. He comes back to the couch, falling on it with a thud and raising his feet on his knee.Â
«Donât do it here!» you scold, still laughing. He simply giggles, wagging his toes at you.
«Clean it for me?» he laughs. You want to puke.
«Ew! Whatâs wrong with you?» he laughs so hard you start laughing again too, looking at him as he just simply wipes it on the carpet. You roll your eyes, pinning a mental note to vacuum it later.
«Aigoo, I never walk without slippers and now this happens» he complains, shaking his head.Â
He quickly finds his hyungâs contact and puts the call on speaker.Â
«Jungkookah» Yoongiâs voice fills the room, the younger smiles brightly at the screen.
«My hyung is going to be a dad! Yah! Bring us out for dinner» you slap his thigh, glaring at him. Yoongi laughs, totally expecting his request.
«I will. You saw the ultrasound?»Â
«Of course I did,» he nods «I feel like it will be a girl. Am I right?»
«We donât know yet. Itâs too soon, but I donât think so. Hyunjoo says itâs a boy»Â
«Really?» he narrows his eyes.Â
«How was it?» you ask, the excitement is uncontainable. Youâre so happy for your friends, canât wait to meet the little one.
«I cried,» he laughs, «I thought I would hold it in but I cried. Fuck, Iâm so happy Y/n»Â
«I know,» you chuckle «how are the cravings?»Â
«Ugh, getting worse» he whines.
«I came home and she was eating pickled cucumbers,» he moans out of disgust «made me go back to the supermarket cause she needed mustard. Couldnât she just send me a text before» he shakes his head even though you canât see him.
Jungkook chuckles, his body getting limp on the cushions.
«Thatâs what you get for making me clean the ten servings of noodles you spilled the other day»Â
«Yah! I had to set the table!»Â
«You were the one who spilled all!» he fights back.

Jungkook is really trying. And itâs going fine, itâs not hard to enjoy his days with you, it is never been. You just have chemistry together, you laugh almost all the time and never find it boring to be together. Itâs just.Â
Itâs just the way his eyes linger on your rosy cheeks too much, he has to remind himself to look away, back to the movie playing on your tv. Or last night, when you were dancing to your favourite girl groupâs new song, the way your lips curved into a beautiful smile, hair flying in the air and he had to hold back his smile, too big.
If he looks back to all these years, it makes him laugh, how fucking long it took him to realise how much you had of him. You spent entire days together and he would still do the same as he does now, stare at you mindlessly just for the sake of admiring you, then getting back to what was happening around him. Itâs always been here, this feeling. It just took him so much to come to surface and even when it did he tried so hard to make it go away, push it down inside him until it became too much too bear and it hit as fucking hard as what you mean to him. All he repeats to himself is that he just has to do what heâs been doing all along, right? He lived with this for years, a day more wonât hurt him.Â
«What are we doing tomorrow?»
He eats the last bite of pizza, cleaning his hands with the tissue.
«Yoongiâs taking us out for dinner» you answer, getting up to clean around. You grab the boxes and the glasses, the coke under your arm.
«We have to go grocery shopping» he adds. He sees you nod, you put the boxes on the counter and the glasses in the sink, make sure the coke is well closed and then put it in the fridge. Itâs almost empty, the redness of the gochuchang box parked on the first shelf stands out too much with nothing beside it.
«Yes» you nod.Â
«Are we going early? We can have breakfast out»Â
He gets up from his spot, waddling to you. A big smile is all you need to understand his answer. Breakfasts out are the best.Â

Breaksfast out means getting up on time. Something you both struggle with, since you spent yesterday night awake until late. Jungkook has the tendency of staying in bed until heâs at least a bit awake, staring blankly at something as he sits up, eyes puffy and hair messy. You just storm out of the bed knowing that if you donât youâll fall asleep again in a matter of seconds.Â
You knock on his door, no answer in sight.Â
«Jungkook!» you call again. You hear the shuffles of the covers, his cute mumbling words that havenât been invented yet.
«Get ready, letâs go have breakfast» you say. You hear him moan as he stretches, take it as your chance to go back to your room and shower.Â
It takes you both twenty minutes to kind of be ready for your day, your eyes both puffy and a bit red. You decide to go to your favorite cafe and when you arrive a wave of excitement washes over you. Itâs been so long since you had a nice and relaxed breakfast outside, the feeling of being free the whole day and not having to worry too much. Jungkook watches you smile as you order and play with your phone as you both wait for your food, his pinkish lips curling up into a beam. It feels good to see you like this; relaxed, happy. It reminds him of when you were younger, with less burden on your shoulders.Â
When you go grocery shopping together it usually ends up with him pushing the cart and you filling it up, he points at a snack from time to time and you end up adding it to the rest. You come home for lunch, watch a movie right after until your eyes start to fall shut, so you decide itâs time to take a nap. Jungkook stays on the couch, wanting to see how it ends. You fall asleep well, sleep for two hours straight until your alarm rings. Silence fills the house when you wake up and you guess your friend is probably napping too, so you tiptoe out of your bedroom to get a snack, until you hear him.
Heâs working out judging from his grunts coming from the bedroom in front of you. Youâre used to it, Jungkook likes to stay active and just fills his time like this from time to time when he has time.Â
Just, this time your mind wanders. You hear his sounds, picture him sweaty and with his muscles flexing, his eyes focused and his jaw clenched, his breath rough⊠until youâre wet, pulsating. You hold your breath, close your eyes. And you go back to your room, shut the door.
Scenes of him eating you out play right in front of your eyes, his moans. You end up on the bed, your trousers off and your panties pushed on the side of your lips. There were times when the thought of him in this way turned you on after you stared fucking but you always pushed them away, telling yourself that itâs not right. Just, this time they hit you harder. Itâs been a while since you had sex and the way he sounded just makes you want to open his door and⊠you shouldnât do that. Just focus on you, you think.Â
Your fingers graze your clit, go lower to get your wetness on your fingers then go back to their initial place. You see him between your legs, his fingers inside you and his dark doe eyes staring directly at you. You hear him whisper, telling you how good you take his cock, how your pussy wraps so good around it, how good you make him feel.
The image of his cock fills your mind, leaving you with the need to suck it and hallow your cheeks around it, his grunts filling up your ears, the sweetest sound ever. You feel his fingers, delicate and warm, they touch you and caress you, his kisses on your lips.Â
You see him on top of you, telling you to be careful with your ankle, eyes worried and arms wrapped around you. You feel loved, for a second. A kind of love that doesnât belong to a friend. You feel admired, beautiful. The way he looks at you with pure affection makes you hiss, his words in your ear and your bodies tight.Â
Feels so good, getting to have you like this.
See him pounding into you at the slowest pace, his fingers gracing your clavicle, his hair on your shoulder. The way he checks in with you to make sure that youâre enjoying this as much as him, begging you not hold back your moans.
Gonna give my baby what she needs.
You shiver, legs shaking.Â
His fingers on your clit, his cock brushing against your walls with each thrust, his whines. The way he called you.Â
Ssh, let go, his voice faint as the pleasure takes over him, his balls tight, give it to me, love. You cum, silent and incredibly hard your orgasm hits you like a wave during a thunderstorm, impossible to hold back and too good to decline.Â
You lay on the bed, breath stuttered and eyes shut. Your heart beats too loud.Â

The first time you had sex it just happened. You donât know what exactly went through your mind, the reason why you had to start it all; your body moved on its own. Jungkook was tired, arrived late at home and was sleepy. You cooked him dinner, kept him company while he ate even though you had dinner already. You listened to him whine about his day, the tiredness evident in his voice. A few minutes later you were on the way to your bed, already too intertwined with each other and with the new feeling bubbling up between you to stop whatever the hell was happening.Â
The second time, it was pretty much just the same, you didnât go to each other with the intent of fucking, but you ended up just like that, with his cock in your mouth and his eyes on your face.Â
The third time, it was because you ended up talking about what was happening and how you should behave, how you should keep your friendship away from your rendezvous. It stared just like that, but again, you didnât really behave that much.
And then, the last time.Â
You never once went to each other with the intention of fucking. You wonder when is it going to happen again, in what way, the reason that could start it all. Would it be so bad if you just grabbed him and started it? Does that make your relationship different ? It would, you guess. But is it any different not looking for it but donât say no when it happens? You donât even know why youâre thinking about such questions, when you should be focusing on work. Today was stressful, you had a ten minutes lunch break because you had to go back to the papers on your table. Youâre tired and your period is on the way which is probably the main reason why youâve been feeling horny for the last four days. You should just leave it as it is or take care of it on your own, not really into casual sex with strangers or clubs. You wish you were more like Hana sometimes, enterprising and more likely to be ready to have some fun before she used to date Jin.
Your phone rings, displaying Jungkookâs name.
«Hey» you answer.Â
«Iâm bored» he whines from the other side. You picture him with his head falling back and his eyes shut, pouty lips.
«What should I do?» he stretches the last word out, childish tone.Â
«Cook me dinner please?» you try.Â
«Already did,» he huffs «when are you coming home?»Â
«I have so much work to do, I donât know»Â
He whines again, leaned on his stomach his cheek is squashed against the cushion of your couch, arms by his sides and his legs kicking the air.Â
His voice comes out muffled: «Please, Iâm so bored» he complains.Â
«Jungkook, Iâm working» you sigh.
«Can I come?» he stares at the screen pleadingly, his ankles crossing as he flexes his toes. He eagerly takes the phone in his hands, eyes stuck on your name. He had a long day today, and even though he wishes he could go to bed already even though itâs only 8 pm, heâs not feeling sleepy nor tired, quite the opposite actually. Being alone in the living room is boring him too much, and he doesnât feel like going to to someone elseâs place, giving the usual noisy meeting they usually have. He just wants to relax, but not on his own.Â
«Kook-»
«Iâll let you work, I promise» he begs, «I just want company»
If he could be an emoji, heâd probably be the one with the moist pleading eyes. You know it, the expression he makes when he craves for something, and thatâs exactly your weak point.
A deep sigh makes his way out of your mouth, he can hear it from the phone. Silent follows right after.
«Okay, bring me food though please? Iâm starving»Â
«Yes!» he punches the air with a fist.
«Iâll be there in ten, I think. Just text me what you want to eat»
«The dinner you already made?» you ask. Jungkook licks his lips, this time the silence fills his part of the call.
«Okay, then be there in twenty I guess» he huffs.
You shake your head, what a moron.

You realise in this period youâre really all over the place. And you also ponder, how long is it been since you had sex with someone? Not Jungkook, someone else. Jungkook is your friend, you shouldnât think about him when youâre touching yourself to get some stress out or just when youâre craving for sex. Itâs not right, itâs not the place of a friend. Itâs making you stressed, to think about sex and link it to his face in your mind. You shouldnât have done it in the first place, you think. You also thought about telling him that it canât happen again, but it seems like itâs not going to happen anyway. Youâre glad.Â
So for once, tonight you let Eunji and Hana take you to a club, with just the intention of trying to take your mind off of it. Your methods didnât work until now, so maybe theirs will. Your friends know you too well though.
«Thereâs something wrong, I smell your frustration from here» Eunji inhales dramatically, a grimace forms on her face right after.
«Ew, it smells bad. Like onion and soju mixed together» she likes her tongue out disgusted. You laugh, Hana shakes her head.
«Thatâs the guy behind you» she points at the man dancing his ass out on his own, totally drunk.
«For real though, whatâs wrong?»Â
Both of their eyes linger on you. You sigh.
«Just feeling a bit overwhelmed» you shrug. Your friendship itâs deep, meaningful, full of memories, you know you could tell everything to them and they would understand. You could even tell them about the rendezvous you had with Jungkook, but that would put you and him in a not so comfortable position with your friends, the last thing you want is for them to think that you have sex with each other consistently.Â
«Iâve been sleeping with someone» you announce. Eunji coughs on her drink, Hanaâs eyes shoot right open. They stare at you as if you have two heads, still on the dance floor.Â
«Oh, come on! Itâs not that shocking. I-»
«We need to sit» Hana takes you by the hand, Eunji following right after. The couches are not really big, but you fit into one without any problems. The people are less here, the smell of alcohol and sweat too, thankfully.Â
Their attention goes back to you; «Is he someone we know?»
«Why would you? No,» you shrug «you donât know him»
«Is he good?» Eunji sips from her drink. Thatâs a weird question, not the one you would firstly expect from her.
«What? Why?»Â
«You seem stressed and you said it yourself that youâre overwhelmed, so itâs either one of the two: heâs so fucking good that you canât stop thinking about it or he totally sucks» straight to the point. Hana caresses your shoulder, glaring at Eunji for her ways even though you know that deep inside her she wants to laugh.
«No! Heâs- I mean, heâs⊠good. Itâs something else that bothers me»
«What?» Hana coos.
«Heâs my friend, and it just happened. Different times» you explain.
«So youâre fuck buddies now?» Eunji raises her eyebrows.
«No! It just happened, we donât do it often. I just⊠I donât know how to explain it, itâs not like we see each other in that way. We have a good friendship, like- we value each other. Every time it happened, itâs not like we were expecting it or-»
«Thatâs worse, I guess» she shakes her head. Youâre about to say something, but her words leave you wordless.Â
«What, why?»
«Listen, I donât think you can be friend and still sleep with him. If you had sex, that means youâre attracted to each other. Even if itâs not in a romantic way, it just⊠If it just happened, girl, there was sexual tension between you. I guess» she adds the end just because your expression is giving her shivers. The look on your friendsâ faces screams panic.
«It would be better if you had a clear answer on what you are. Like⊠mmh, you know Iâm bad at explaining things!» she whines, «Hana, please help»
Your friend sighs.
«Y/n, is this thing still happening? Like, are you still sleeping together?»
You shrug.
«Itâs been a while,» you let out «actually, thatâs the problem»
«You want to-»
«No, I donât» you cut her off.
«I realised that itâs getting too much. Like, I think of him too much in a sexual way itâs making me feel uncomfortable»
«Thatâs what I meant» Eunji nods.Â
«Iâve been there. Remember Hyun?» she chuckles.Â
Of course you remember him. The guy was not really close to her, but it was the start of a friendship still. They used to have sex everywhere, their friendship ended up with them fucking each others brains out, after two months, they couldnât bare it anymore. The atmosphere was heavy, too much sexual tension without even really having a conversation. The fact that Jimin started to find interest in Eunji made her end it even faster.
«Weâre not like that though. We have a good friendship, we trust each other and-»
«And you have sex. Not regularly, it happens without any expectations. So it means that you donât see each other as fuckbuddies, but thereâs sexual tension. Thatâs the base for a relationship. If you put sex into the mix, you end up with butterflies in your stomach. Iâm just saying that if you value him that much you should be careful. Understand what you want» her voice softens at the end, but youâre too upset by her words to notice. Eunji hates to be the one saying this, but she has to try at least. You need to know what youâre doing, set some boundaries wether you decide to do something or the other.Â
«Y/n, you know that we love you. Eunjiâs just trying to-»
«I know» you nod, a knot in your throat.Â
«I just⊠I need to go home, need to clear my mind and sleep over it» you sigh, monotone. Your hand grabs the pochette laying by your side, eyes scamming the club that suddenly seems to little. You shouldnât have slept with him in the first place. You know that you donât feel feelings towards him, but thinking about him in such ways⊠it makes you feel guilty, like your friendship could lose its meaning, like itâs stained. Like it could get out of control. Itâs too much to think about him when youâre alone deep at night, like the last one, his face invading your mind when your fingers are deep inside you, even though youâre trying not to picture him.Â
«Now?» Hana asks, the worry in her eyes is clear. A glance towards Eunji and theyâre both nodding, communicating with each other without having to speak. They know you too well, they could see the panic in your eyes even with theirs closed.Â
The way back home itâs short, the music playing in Eunjiâs car does nothing to ease your mind even though itâs your favorite girl group, your friends glance at you from time to time from the rear view mirror. When you get off and say goodbye, they wait for you to shut the door behind you to look at each other, eyes wide open and jaw hanging.Â
«Jungkook» the name is crystal clear, both of them letting it out with a shocked expression.
«Itâs fucking Jungkook» Hana nods.

Jungkook didnât think that coming back home early meant this.Â
You said you had company, texted him twenty minutes before he got off work, but he wasnât expecting this kind of company. He was expecting Eunji and Hana, maybe Taehyung or some of your friends, a coworker maybe. Definitely not you getting fucked in your bedroom by someone he canât identify.Â
This is torture, itâs all he can think. When he arrived nothing seemed weird or odd, expect for the fact that he found the living room empty. As he started getting closer to his bedroom, he realised. And fuck, the slap he got on his face, the punches that hit him on the stomach and on his chest left him breathless, his injuries in pain and itching, his eyes shutting.Â
This is torture, it really is.Â
He moves from the hallway, goes to the bathroom to wash his hands and wet his face with cold water.
He canât stay here, not in such a moment. Not when he can hear you like this, with someone else. It hurts. Fuck, it fucking hurts, it stings, it tears him wide open all the way from the inside to the last layer of his skin. His eyes burn, lips twitch. And suddenly, heâs sobbing. Sobbing in his bathroom, his reflection pitiful and broken. His breath is rough, cheeks stained from the tears, vision foggy. A whimper comes out of his mouth and he bites on his lower lip, repeating to himself that itâs okay. But itâs really not.

Jungkookâs eyes are swollen, puffy. You think itâs because heâs still half asleep, but when you meet his eyes youâre taken aback. He looks tired, as if he didnât sleep well, but theyâre a bit red. He cried? You didnât hear him coming in yesterday night, you knew he worked late and left him dinner ready, but when you woke up today his food was just where you left it, the table still set.Â
«Kook?» you coo from the counter. He hums in return, head hanging low on his shoulders and eyes staring down at his legs, he sits on the couch with the tv playing in front of him.Â
You turn around, wash your hands quickly and dry them with a paper towel. You tiptoe to the sofa, glance at him from the side. Your senses are tingling, thereâs something wrong.Â
«Kook, look at me?» you ask sweetly. He stays still, fingers fidgeting on his lap. He thought you were still sleeping, his room felt too tight to stay in it any longer. He wishes you had different opinions on open spaces, when you were looking for a house. Maybe you wouldnât have seen him with a wall dividing the living room from the kitchen, and he would be tiptoeing back to his bed already.
«Please?» you try.Â
Itâs to no use. All you can do is gulp, worried for whatâs going on.
«Is something wrong?» you ask.
«Did something happen?»Â
He doesnât answer. He knows if he opens his mouth now he will start crying again. Maybe you should just sit beside him and wait for him to open up. You turn around the table, take a sit next to him and pat him on his shoulder.Â
«Koo» you call again. He doesnât even look at you. Your hand stays there, trying to give him some comfort but it only makes him want to break in a loud cry.Â
«Please» you whisper.Â
Yesterday, he thought about going over to Namjoonâs place or just anyone elseâs, but he didnât want to show how miserable he was. Thankfully, that guy was out ten minutes later. What a fucking joke, if he found just a bit more traffic coming home he wouldnât be feeling like shit now.Â
Your hand leaves him, you get up and for a second his lips tremble, his walls falling down as he thinks youâre giving him some space. But then, you kneel down. In front of him, right between his legs with your fucking beautiful eyes staring at him. Your expression changes; the worry gets more urgent, pressing.Â
«What happened?» youâre breathless. Youâve never seen him like this, it scares the shit out of you and he can see it perfectly. You reach your arms around him, his breath cuts off.
«Donât» he whines, voice faint, pleading. You donât understand what is happening, your head is spinning. You put your arms back down.
«Talk to me» you whisper. He has tears in his eyes, his lips are red as if heâs been biting them all night long. He turns to the side, his eyes burn when he stares at the wall without blinking. His lips tremble.Â
«Koo, please. Iâve got you»
The dim breaks. His chest shakes, expression contorting as the first tears start coming out. He sobs faintly, shakes his head to himself and looks down to the ground. Itâs physically painful, to see him hurting this much; you wish you could take it all away from him and make it yours, if only that was possible youâd do it even if it hurt ten times more. It couldnât hurt more than this, though.
Your hands wrap around him, holding him so tight to you that you feel his sobs vibrate against you.Â
«Iâve got you» you soothe him, caressing his hair. With your warmth around him and your caresses, everything falls down into pieces. Every part of him breaks harder, the tear gets wider and deeper, your words of reassurance fill the wounds up but donât sew them, they just make them heavier to the point that they pierce him and make him empty. Your hold suffocates him and your warmth is painful, your caresses bluffer him.Â
«I- I c- Please I-» he shakes in your hold, not able to speak. Your eyes burn, seeing him like this itâs atrocious.Â
«Breathe» you beg, holding him tighter.
«Please breathe for me Jungkook, breathe»Â
He hears how your voice is shaking, sniffles as he tries to breathe properly, sobs bubble up from his chest when he inhales. Your cheek brushes against his neck, you leave a kiss out of comfort and his hands instinctively fist your shirt. He tells himself to slow down, think properly and hold back but with your loving arms around him itâs a nightmare.
«Ssh, itâs okay. I promise» you whisper. Time slows down, you just focus on his breathing. One thing at a time, you tell yourself. You, need to calm him down first, you need to see him breathing properly, at least a bit lucid. Stroking his back up and down you think about what you can do to make him relax. Youâll make him some tea as soon as heâs doing better, it will soothe him at least a little bit.
«Iâm here for you»Â
Jungkookâs breath moderately calms down,  his sobs still come from time to time, but you have all the time in the world. You donât care about how long itâs going to take him to stop crying, you just know that you want to be here, need to. Itâs desperate, the need you have to make him feel better, almost consuming.
«Iâm- ngh- Iâm sorry» he hiccups. He buries is face in the crook of your neck, his cheeks are still wet and his hair tickle you.
«So sorry- Iâm really-»
«Ssh, itâs okay» you repeat. You keep stroking his hair, Jungkook seems to quite down the more you do it, his hold gets firmer too as if heâs trying to anchor himself.Â
«Did something bad happen?» you try.Â
He moves in your hold, making you squeeze him tighter until you realise that heâs looking for a way out, so you let go. He wishes it was this easy, that his feelings could let him free just as easy. With you between his legs,  it gets hard to breathe again. The way your eyes linger on his face, scan every feature and every expression, even the way he bites the inside of his cheek.Â
«I⊠Iâm sorry» he mumbles low. This time, his eyes look at you. Clear, transparent, vibrant fear lingers in them with so much weight that it takes away your braveness. Jungkookâs eyes stay in yours even while they fill up with tears again, they donât budge. The knot in his throat gets back, your presence suddenly feels blissful and he wishes he could just linger in this feeling. The feeling of you being close even if itâs only like this, keep being satisfied with only having a part of you.
«Itâs- too painful» he breathes.Â
«What is it?» you look at him from down, with your glassy eyes and he just-
«I- I⊠I love you» his voice trembles.Â
Silence fills the room.
His words make a dull sound in your head, your body stiffens, lips ajar. Jungkook is frightened, totally stuck in place. His heart beats so fucking loud that it will explode.
The shock itâs too big and it stops you from letting the three words sink in, all you can do is stare at him blankly as he holds his heart in front of you.
«Iâm- I canât,» he shakes his head «itâs too much. I just⊠itâs killing me»Â
«YouâŠÂ» you gulp «you donât mean it that way, right?» your voice trembles.
«Itâs just- we-» you shake your head, take in a deep breath.
«We shouldnât have- itâs because we had sex. It has to be because of that cause you didnât-» you stop talking.Â
Jungkook stays silent, his chest burns, the tears in his eyes get uncontainable, until he breaks again. His shoulders tremble and he sniffs but itâs so silent that itâs even more consuming. He looks at you with such eyes, such vulnerability and fear at the same time, as if he was a stray puppy and you his possible saviour or his next predator. It scares you. And you understand his answer, because you know him, because it can be seen from miles away.Â
Itâs not because you slept together.
«I need-» itâs hard to breathe properly «I need air»Â

Heâs confused, he mistook his emotions, most surely. It has to be that. How can- how can it be not? Youâre his friend, his best friend. The one he likes to tease, the one that knows him almost as deep as he knows himself. The person he- this canât be right. It simply canât.
You canât come back home. You really canât, he needs space to think this through; you need it. You need peace, somewhere to relax, to just donât think. If you go to Eunjiâs place maybe- she will ask. Hana too, and what about Jin and Jimin? Maybe a hotel room is the best choice, in that way you wonât receive questions, no one will get curious.Â
Thank god you had your phone in your pocket when you went out and werenât wearing home clothes. You book an hotel room not too far, call a cab since you left your car keys at home.Â
You canât face him now.Â
You walked a lot today, wandered around without a destination and ended up sipping a bottle of strawberry mogu mogu on Han river. Your phone buzzed at lunch time, then again at four pm, another time just fifteen minutes ago, but you didnât take it out of your pocket. It scares you, because you know that itâs him.Â
Your hotel room is a beautiful one, has a big double bed with fluffy pillows, big bathtub, snacks in the fridge, a beautiful view on the eighteenth floor. The big buildings and the city lights make you feel small, the look of the man at the reception desk too. He probably doesnât care about the reason why youâre here instead of sleeping at home, but your mind does. Maybe then, youâre the one who makes yourself feel small. Still, you donât want to care. You canât go back home, not now. What would you do? What would you tell him, how would he look at you? You need time.Â
When you lay on your bed, your phone buzzes again. You breathe in as you open the messages.
From Jungkookđ°Â 12.37pm
Iâm sorry. I cooked you lunch, I left the food in the oven so it will still be warm when you come back. I ate early to give you some space. Iâm really sorry
From Jungkookđ°Â 4.13pm
Where are you? Please be safe. Your car is here, do you want me to come and pick you up? Or I can call a taxi. Just, please be safe
From Jungkookđ°Â 7.54pm
Y/n, Iâm worried. Itâs dark outside and I went out to look for you but I just donât know where you are. I cooked you dinner, so if you come back it will be in the oven too. Just text me so I know that youâre safe at least, please
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.33pm
Iâm really sorry, please come home. Iâll go to Taehyungâs place if you need to be alone. Where are you? Itâs dark outside and Iâm really worried
Guilt takes over you, makes his way through every single part of your body until thereâs not a single piece of your skin that isnât drenched with it. Your fingers move on the keyboard, eyebrows pinched together.
From Y/nđ§žÂ 8.36pm
Iâm safe. I booked a hotel room for tonight, so donât worry. I need a bit of space, so I donât think I will be back tomorrow.Â
Jungkookâs fingers never typed an answer so fast.
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.36pm
I was so scared that something happened
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.36pm
Please eat dinner and donât skip your meals
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.37pm
I wonât text you if you need space. Just, do you want me to bring you your car keys? You left them here
From Y/nđ§žÂ 8.39pm
No, itâs fine.Â
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.39pm
Okay
From Jungkookđ°Â 8.45pm
I know you donât want to talk right now, but I just need to tell you this: I will always have my arms empty for you, whenever you need a safe space I will be here. As weâve always done with each other. Please remember this. Sleep wellÂ

You wonder how is it possible, to be friends with someone for so long and donât notice that thereâs more. You wonder when it begun, how. Where did the friendship end and the love begin, the boundaries. Which one of his gestures where made out of friendship, which were made out of love. How did he realise. Why you.Â
For the three days after you left home, all you told yourself was that he was confused, that he mistook his feelings, that it canât be true. After you spent yesterday night walking in the streets, took another walk on the Han river and even dared to eat dinner on the riverside, a good look at the waters took your mind back to his eyes. To the way he looked at you, his eyes clear, transparent and full of vulnerability and fear when he opened up to you. What if, heâs always been in love with you, itâs always been this way. What if heâs not misinterpreting his feelings, what if he really loves you.Â
It scared you even more than the day before.
You never saw him that way, your friendship has always been just friendship for you. Until- well, itâs still friendship. Eunji wouldnât say so, but for you it is. So where does love start for you? With attraction most of all, you guess. With the want and the need to feel someone in more ways, physically, emotionally, sentimentally. With wanting to be whole. Love is⊠butterflies, feeling loved, giving love, taking care of each other. So where is the boundary? The boundary of friendship.Â
Because fuck, today you start to wonder, you think that Eunji is right.Â
What do friends do? Are you not allowed to feel all of that and still call it just friendship? What if, what if you are the one mistaking yourself? What if itâs something else, what if itâs not just friendship anymore. When did it start, when does it end. Youâve always craved this things with Jungkook. Always craved for physical touch, maybe not in a sexual way before, but what if you just didnât ponder on it too much because youâve always restrained yourself into thinking that you were just friends. Youâve felt the need to share, to the point that you got a home with him. Youâve always wanted him emotionally, always were ready for him in whatever occasion, always felt close to him. Youâve always felt loved, youâve always gave love back. You always took care of each other with all yourselves.
Would you do all of that for any of your friends, for Taehyung, or Namjoon maybe?Â
Youâre not too sure. You donât think so.
Is it the same with them? Of course not. You would do anything for them, but you guess itâs not in the same way, not as deeply.
What about before, even before the first time you had sex. Because maybe, it could be that youâre thinking this just because you slept together? Like, you could be the one mistaking your emotions now.Â
You still felt this kind of connection before, though. With the Jungkook who was just your best friend. You donât feel it for Namjoon whoâs just your friend. You donât feel that kind of tight embrace around you when he lingers his eyes on you for too much, his laughter doesnât make you giggle like Jungkookâs. You donât feel lost when heâs not talking to you or not meeting your eyes when you look at him. You wouldnât want to have anything more with him in the first place, cause heâs just Namjoon. And for godâs sake, you wouldnât have wanted it with Jungkook neither, if you didnât feel already more. The fact that you were already ready to just welcome him in when the opportunity of being closer knocked on your door, well⊠thatâs the answer. You still remember it, the frustration of seeing him so tired and the need to make him feel better after a shitty day, the need you had to take care of him when you first slept together.Â
You were never just friends. Maybe in the first place, maybe at the beginning, maybe when you were younger. You just simply got used to him and his presence, never really gave your eyes a chance to see clearly, never really made yourself look at him differently because he was just⊠your Jungkook.Â
But, what now? Is he still- Jungkook? Like, your best friend? Now that you realised, now that you understand the reason why you wondered when the next time was going to be, how; the reason why his eyes slipped in your mind at night, his words, the way he called you the last time you slept together.Â
Now that you realise that, could you go back to who you were before? Just, craving for his touch but telling yourself that itâs not okay, looking at him and wishing you could take away all of his tiredness but thinking that itâs normal, for a friend. Wanting to take every part of him and know it all, looking from far away, peeking out and stealing some but not getting it whole. Could you still do that? Cause before, you didnât know at least. Now, could you? Sentimentally too, would you be okay with it?

Jungkook just wants to go to sleep and forget about the shitty day he had. He didnât sleep well tonight, the house feels to empty without you and last night his brain just wouldnât stop working, kept wondering about you. If you had dinner, what time did you go to sleep at, how much did you work, if you finished the last drama you were watching.Â
Today, it was pretty much just the same. The fear of you not coming back insinuated in his mind at some point during work, he even took a break and had a snack but he just kept picturing himself inside your house, all alone. Him without you, his best friend and his person. He typed on your chat for multiple times, asking you if you were eating your meal correctly, how work was going, if you were craving for ice cream just like he was, he texted sorry too, but he always ended up not sending the messages.Â
Heâs tired, work was rough and he wishes he could just go back in time to ask you what you want to eat for dinner, heâd cook it even though heâs tired as hell. He wouldnât sleep for three days straight, if that would be able to bring you back just to have dinner together.Â
He hates to know that you feel uncomfortable with him, canât come back home because heâs there, that you wonât look at him in the same way as you did before. He hates to not have you by his side, when just a look could make him happy.Â
The guys packed him on the shoulder, told him that he did the right thing, but he doesnât think so. These days have been hell. Thereâs not a day that goes by that he doesnât think about the way you looked at him, how he stuttered those words out and doesnât regret it.Â
Today they all had lunch together, with Eunji, Hana and Hyunjoo too. It was so odd to not see you there that he kept spacing out all the time. The girls didnât talk about you and he even though he wanted to he didnât ask because probably you didnât tell them what happened.
The elevator doors open and the end of the hallway looks so far from here that he wishes he could teleport. Even the passcode of your door seems too complicated to enter now. He types the first three numbers, his eyes glued on the screen.
The door clicks, a grimace on his face, lips pouty in confusion. Then, your face.Â
Jungkook looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if you were one of them. His eyes open wider, lips ajar, his shoulders fall down. He feels like heâs dreaming. Is it real? Youâre home. When did you come, why? What- fuck, he feels like heâs going to cry.
The way he looks at you with his big starry eyes, it makes you gulp. How your fingers tingle for the need you feel to squeeze him tight and never let go. Thereâs a knot in your throat and all you can do is stare at him and linger in the feelings that hit you like a fucking bucket of cold water. And itâs bitter that they taste like they always did: the sweetness is the same, the audacity just bolder now that you let the door open: but they taste just the same. All this time, all these years. Theyâve always been in front of you, youâve always been way to deep and only realised after so much.Â
«I⊠I- I cooked you dinner»Â
He doesnât budge, still on the doorway and with his eyes glossy. You reach your hand to him, Jungkook still stuck in place as you gently grab his wrist to make him come in, his body almost stumbling at your touch as he enters.
You close the door behind him, leave his wrist.Â
«You- you⊠what? Are youâŠÂ» he shakes his head, totally astonished.Â
«You cooked?» his tone makes your lips stretch into a smile.
«I cooked,» you nod «I cooked us dinner»Â
You didnât think your heart could beat this fast. You really didnât notice it for all this time. Every time it happened you always blamed it on something else, not the man in front of you. When his words would make you feel comforted, when youâd search for his eyes in the room, when just his presence was enough to make you feel at ease; in every moment the emotion youâre feeling now would bubble up in your chest just for you to push it aside without even noticing, a tag with the label friendship covering its true pinkish colour.
«Take your coat off» you coo. Jungkook stands still for a few seconds, still stunned. His eyes stare at you blankly until he nods. He puts his bag on the ground and hangs his jacket, you watch him move, eyes lingering on every part of him that you missed too much. His long hair, the bangs on his forehead, the mole on his nose, the one right under his lips. When he raises his eyes and finds you staring, you donât move your eyesight. His eyes pierce right through you, deep and transparent just like the last time. They are scared, vulnerable and totally defenceless; if you looked closely enough, maybe you wouldâve always seen it.Â
«Jungkook, IâŠÂ»Â
His arms wrap around you.Â
Itâs tight and soothing and the fucking consuming. You squeeze him in your hold, your head falls on his shoulder and you know that you canât hold it in any longer.Â
«Iâm so sorry,» you sniff «I was selfish. Iâm sorry. I- I just-»
«Ssh, itâs okay» he sniffs too. The tears burn his eyes as he tries to keep them in but having you here in his arms makes it harder. He feels you hiccup, your back shakes, your hands fist his shirt, and your nose muffles into the crook of his neck. He clenches his jaw, squeezes you tighter.
«Iâm sorry too»
«I was so scared. I just- I didnât realise»
He knows, fuck he knows. He just wishes you wouldnât vanish away. Donât, just donât cause he doesnât think he will be able to forget himself.
«Itâs okay, you donât- just please donât leave me» he whimpers.Â
Jungkook breaks down in your arms. He loves you too much, values you too much to not have you in his life. He doesnât care how much he has to hurt or hold back, he canât do this without you, without his best friend. The house felt so empty without you.
«I wonât,» you sob «I promise I wonât. Iâm sorry I made you worry and left. I needed time and- I- I needed to think» you sniff. His hands stroke your hair and you let go of a deep breath. You missed the feeling of his caresses, how his touch is always been enough to sooth you.
«You didnât do anything wrong» he whispers. A tear streams down from the corner of his eye, it tickles his cheek and makes him loiter in the warmth of you even more.
«No, I- I was selfish⊠you opened up to me, and I- I left you. Iâm-»
«Youâre here,» he whispers «you came back. Youâre here with me, you- you didnât leave» his voice breaks and you feel him tremble. Your heart clenches and stings in your chest as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.
«Just- please,» he pleads «stay with me»Â
Your dim breaks. You shake your head, lay your lips on his neck. He whimpers as he hiccups and when you lay a soft kiss on his skin Jungkook feels like dying inside. Your lips are so soft. Your nose brushes against him, another kiss laid on his skin just right upper, then another one and another one until youâre just under his jaw, his breath unstable as the tears wet his skin. Your hands leave his back, your body parts slightly, his hands reluctantly let go of the hold he has around you. You cup his cheeks, soft and reddish from the crying, look at him in those beautiful stars. Theyâre a bit swollen from the tears, his cheeks are damp, his lips trembling.Â
«I was so fucking scared that I didnât realise»
«Me neither,» he nods «but it doesnât- it doesnât matter. Just donât leave. I canât-» he gulps harshly.Â
«The thought of not having- you by my side, it killed me. I- I couldnât sleep, work was hell, I-»
«Iâm not leaving you» your hand tenderly strokes his hair. Jungkook stay still as you dry his tears with your thumb. You want to slap yourself for causing him so much pain, he mustâve felt so scared already and you just- you just made it harder. You shouldâve talked to him, shouldâve faced him.
 «I promise» you smile softly. Jungkook could implode for how happy he feels right now, with you smiling at him just in the same way as you used to. Your lips tremble and a new hiccup comes out. His arms go back to where they were before, they squeeze you to him and itâs so familiar and bittersweet, it smells like home and trust and all you can do is let go in his embrace.
You let the rest of your tears come out, hear his breathing slow down, feel his heartbeat against you. You kiss his jaw, your lips tickle his wet skin, your hand reaches behind his neck and Jungkook wishes he could just take his heart out of his chest and step on it, make the feelings go away. But itâs just too saccharine, the way your lips linger on his skin for a second too long, how you perfectly fit in his arms.
«I want you,» you whisper «I want you whole» you lay another kiss on his mandible.
«I want every part of you, every- everything you can give» you peck his chin, look at his eyes. Jungkook doesnât understand, his eyes wide and glossy stare at you as if you were telling him to solve the hardest mathematical problem ever. Still, he looks at you with such tenderness that it makes your insides twist. Heâs lost, totally.Â
If his love could be represented, heâd paint you in pinkish colours, then in black and white, in blue and all the colours in the world. Heâd make a different version every time just to admire at your face some more, to keep the next one to himself when the lights will make the one before fade, so heâll always be able to meet your eyes just like now. Remember the feeling you light up in him.
«I love you»Â
Itâs odd, how lives intertwine. How people can take and give from each other pieces that canât be seen, how two roads that never meet can lead to the same place. Itâs beautiful, the way you speak. Itâs dreamy. Its dreamy, the way you look at him, the way he used to look at you for all this time, itâs beautiful how your lives intertwined, how you became each otherâs mystery and answer at the same time. How youâve walked together for all this years, silently hand by hand but without ever looking down at them, not even knowing.Â
Jungkook laughs. He laughs as his tears fall down and he thinks that maybe the world will end, cause his head is spinning. You chuckle and your eyes are wet, and suddenly your hands cup his cheeks again.
«I love you» you repeat. He shakes his head, sniffing totally in disbelief.
«I do» you laugh, nodding. His head stops. His eyes widen slowly, the look on his face makes you bite down on your lips, itâs like seeing the sky clear after a thunderstorm, as if the sun was peeking out from behind the dark clouds. His mouth opens.
«I do» you whisper.Â
Suddenly he wants to cry even more. Your lips lock with his and itâs so gentle and sweet, and oh god, so consuming. You take all the space, every cellule of his body, all the air in the room, in the house even. You leave him breathless, lungs burning on fire. His lips are soft, wet with tears, salty. Jungkook whimpers in your mouth, his hand reaches your face and fuck, thereâs no end. No end to how fucking much you have of him, how much of him is yours.Â
His thumb strokes your cheek, his other hand falls on your waist. His tongue is warm, his eyes shut, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, both of your hearts pounding. You kiss slowly, sweetly, lovingly. You wish you could never let go, have him like this forever. And for the first time your thoughts are the same as Jungkookâs in this moment. If he could read your mind, how big  would be the smile stretching on his face. Jungkook smiles on your lips, his teeth brush against your tongue, his digits on your waist lightly dig into your skin. When you part, your eyes are still shut, foreheads pressing against each other.
«Iâm sorry,» you mumble on his lips, he shakes his head, pecking your lips with such tenderness «Iâm sorry it took me so long to realise»
Jungkook is the happiest man in the world.
You came back, youâre in his arms, you love him. You fucking love him, you do.
«Itâs okay, itâs perfect. You- just please come to me» he guides you close to him again, you shut your mouth when his warmth wraps around you, his eyes shut. You donât want to let go, you wonât.Â
«Jungkook» you call softly. He hums against you neck, his lips dare to peck your skin and he canât fucking believe that he gets to do it cause he simply can.
«When did you realise?»Â
«I already knew» he murmurs.
«But⊠on Eunjiâs birthday⊠you came back home and were so drunk. You slept with someone else and I just- I guess my feelings were so strong that I couldnât control them anymore»
«I slept with someone?» you ask, your head shooting up too look at him. Jungkook nods.
«You said he had a pretty dick» he chuckles for your choice of words, even though he can still fill it sting. Just the thought of you in someone elseâs arms makes him heart clench.Â
«Oh! No!» you laugh, «Jungkook, I didnât sleep with anyone. He was peeing outside of the club and I was so drunk that I kept repeating him that he had a pretty dick for all the way home» you explain.
«Ew, itâs so embarrassing. Eunji made him take me home because heâs her brotherâs best friend»Â
Jungkook canât believe his ears. His eyes are about to roll out of his sockets for how wide they are.
«You- I thoughtâŠÂ» he shakes his head.
«I didnât, you know I donât feel comfortable in those type of situations» you shake your head.
«Even though⊠last week I-»
«I know» he murmurs.
«You know?» he nods.Â
How does he? You donât understand, how is-
«I came home early and- I⊠heard» his words are faint, a thin line that holds all the pain his heart was stained with. It echoes in the room, gets back to your ears until your eyes widen and you feel disoriented.
«So you-» you canât even process your words properly «Iâm so sorry, fuck» you really donât know how to apologise. He was at home, while you were under another man. He heard you. His eyes were swollen the next morning, thatâs why. He couldnât even look at you.Â
«If I knew, I wouldnât- IâŠÂ»Â
He smiles softly, his heart clenches.Â
«Youâre in my arms now» his lips tremble slightly.
«I just kept thinking about you and when it was going to happen again. I kept telling myself that we shouldnât have slept together in the first place, I felt guilty that I thought about my best friend in such ways and- I- I told myself that it was happening because I hadnât slept with anyone else for a while»
You do your best to explain without getting your words intertwined, but Jungkookâs expression doesnât change into an angry one, he doesnât glare at you, doesnât budge. He just nods, smiles sweetly.Â
Love can be blind. It can blind you to the point that you canât see straight, canât decipher whatâs happening. You were scared, lost.Â
«I hurt you so fucking much» you whisper.Â
«Maybe it had to happen, for us to be here» he whispers.
«I donât care about anything,» he strokes your hair «It hurt. But youâre here with me and I just- I just want you close to me»Â
His arms hold you just for the sake of it.Â
His warmth is intoxicating, the sound of his breath too. You wish you realised sooner, you wish that he didnât have to hear you in such circumstances cause the pain on his face the next day was unbearable. When he saw you the next morning, all he could think about was you under someone else, your skin against his, your eyes looking at him in the same way you looked at him. The same thoughts that teared him apart for all night long. But now, it doesnât matter. It was just a step that had to be taken, in a way or another. It was just something that guided you to him, in his arms right now.
Something in the air shifts. All your senses tingle, they scream for him and his touch just the same as Jungkookâs. He wants to have you, the most vulnerable part of you, like no one else ever did. You want his lips and his caresses, his eyes deep into yours.
«Letâs go to bed?»Â
His breath catches in his throat.
«I want you closer than this»
The path to your bedroom never felt so good to walk on, with Jungkookâs fingers digging in your hips and his lips on your neck. Itâs thrilling, the feeling running through your body. Itâs saccharine, sugar coated. Your hands in his hair fit so good, the way you whimper when you stumble cause you canât see in front of you, how he chuckles on your lips.Â
«I want you in my bed,» he breathes on your lips «wanna keep you there all night long»Â
Fuck, the way he makes you melt in his arms with just a few words. You nod eagerly,  letting your hands run on his back. Jungkook canât hold himself back any longer, gripping you by your thighs and kissing your neck, his lips are wet and with the air your skin fills of shivers. His fingers dig into your skin as he moves towards his bedroom.Â
«I want you so bad» you whine.Â
«Gonna give it to you baby, everything you want»Â
The door is shut and Jungkook doesnât seem to want to let go of holding you as he kisses your lips. Itâs too much to ask of him, after loving you for so long. Youâre too breathtaking, too perfect.
«Let me» he kisses you again «open the d-» another kiss. You laugh on his mouth, his giggles fill the air as he keeps pecking your lips.Â
«Kook, the door»Â
He smiles big, turns around to make you open the door without letting you go. It stays open when he walks inside, doesnât care at all and just walks to the bed, leans you down on his sheets.Â
«Take it off» you mumble. He moans when your hands reach his skin under the shirt, nuzzles his face into your neck. You lift the cloth, Jungkook kisses your clavicle, his lips get as low as your shirt permits, his nose brushes against the swell of your breasts. You pinch his back, giggle when he whines.
«Want you naked» you remind. He laughs and looks into your eyes, totally drunk.Â
«Youâre so impatient» he sniggers, making you smile and turn. Your cheeks grow red as your eyes look at his nightstand.
«Look at me»Â
His fingers reach the hem of his shirt as you turn again, he lifts it more and takes it off from between your legs; the view makes you salivate, his muscles on full display, his brownish nipples getting hard with the cold air.
«Want me to take my pants off too?»Â
You want to smack his ass but you refrain yourself, you know heâs just teasing you like always.
«Shut up» you shake your head. His fingers reach the button of his pants, he slides it through the hole, pulls the zipper down.Â
«Let me» you sit on the bed. You kiss his neck, let your fingers graze the skin of his chest, your touch makes his cock twitch, hard and swollen in his boxers. You let your hand pass over his navel, down until you reach his dick.Â
Your hand lingers on it, Jungkookâs head falling back.Â
«Fuck, youâre too much» he moans.Â
«Make me so hard by doing nothing» he hisses. Butterflies fill your chest, your hand squeezes him through the cloths and you feel yourself getting wetter as he lets out a rough breath. God, the sounds he makes. They make you want to surrender to him and his pleasure, you feel the need to take him in your mouth as if your life depended on it. His hands go back on your body, fast fingers fist the material of your skirt.Â
«Youâre too impatient» you mock. He hums a soft giggle looking at you.Â
«I am» he admits. Your sneaker in response makes him smile big and he lays his forehead on yours. He looks at you with those eyes, all the stars in the world couldnât be as bright and magnificent as them and you canât help but dive deeper and deeper.Â
«I want to make love to you, wanna make you feel so good» and it feels so good to be able to say it out loud. To let you know.
You kiss him, really too impatient to hold back any longer. He helps you out of your skirt, takes your shirt off, makes you lay on the bed as he takes his pants and boxers off, his socks too. And fuck, the way he looks. How fucking gorgeous this man is when heâs just standing in front of you with his cock hard and standing proudly, cockhead red and swollen, skin exposed and the tattoos on his arm on full display.
«Fuck, come here» you beg. Jungkook doesnât let you repeat it twice, his body hovers yours and you open your legs to welcome him. He kisses your right hip, his lips are wet and they tickle your skin, make you squirm under him as he cups your breast from over the bra.Â
«Fuck, I love you» he hisses as he looks up at you. You canât control the beat of your heart, too lost in him and how much youuâ r been missing. You canât believe it took you so long to finally understand. Your lips part as you stare down at his face, his dark eyes on you. He kisses your stomach with his eyes in yours, the scene makes you so wet that you wrap your legs around him and Jungkookâs cock brushes against your panties. He moans, the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard, his mouth is still on you and the lace of your panties feels so fucking good on the underside of his cock that he shuts his eyes. He can feel your wetness even through them, they are soaked. Fucking hell. Your legs squeeze him more as you look at him, his mouth open and eyebrows pinched together. You lift your hips, to give him some friction. Hic cock twitches against you and you let out a breathy moan that makes him open his eyes.Â
«Oh, fuck» he moans. Itâs guttural and so fucking sexy. You canât wait to hear more, you want to make him crazy.Â
«Grind against me» you breathe. His cock twitches again, his jaw clenches. He lets you pull him closer with your legs, keep him tight against you until his cock is practically glued to your panties, your pussy totally soaked. His hands cup your breasts and he squeezes them gently while looking at you, your head digs into the pillows, a moan escapes your lips and Jungkook canât help but do the same. His hips move tentatively, his cock rubs against the lace and the pressure gets to your clit. Your moan makes him whimper, your voice so sweet that it makes him repeat his movements. He can feel the outline of your lips from your panties and itâs fucking killing him.
«Fucking panties» he hisses, somehow making you laugh.
«Mh, what?» he smiles at you, his cock still brushing against your throbbing clit. You bite your lips.
«Nothing, just you» you shake your head. The pleasure is so good. Jungkook keeps smiling as he kisses the tip of your nose.
«Me what?» he asks, his fingers get under the strap of your bra, he pushes it down on your shoulder.Â
«Just you,» you smile «I donât know»Â
Heâs so fucking happy.Â
«Am I funny to you?» he bumps his nose against yours. His movements are slow and controlled, his thighs glued to the back of yours, eyes right deep into yours. He moves his hand under your back, his fingers fumble with the opening of your bra.
«Sometimes» you laugh, cupping his cheek. You kiss him sweetly, Jungkook smiles on your lips as he lifts the bra from your chest, he guides the straps down your shoulders and your arms until he lets it fall on the ground. He pecks your lips once more, finally fondles your breast with his hand. Your nipples are hard and he wants to tease them until you squirm under him. His cock jerks when you moan under him, the pads of his fingers brushing against them.Â
«Kook» you whimper. He kisses your neck all the way down to your chest, his lips lock around the pebble of your nipple as he teases the other with his fingers. Your back arches, mouth opens.Â
«Feels so good» you breathe. He flicks his tongue repeatedly, sucks lightly as he ruts his cock up and down on your clit. Your legs tremble, he lets go of your nipple and takes the other in his mouth. It feels too good.
«Fuck»Â
His hand travels on your stomach, his fingers pass your hip and reach the inside of your tights to caress it softly, tickling your skin until he presses his cock against you with his palm, his cockhead heavy on your clit. You squirm under him as he kisses your neck, his moans fill up your ears as he works his cockhead on it.
«Tell me youâre mine» he nuzzles his face into your skin. His balls are so tight he could cum right now.
«Jungkook, Iâm going to-» you canât even speak, youâre so close your blood is running hot in your veins. The pleasure itâs too much, it keeps building up and you just want to succumb.
«Iâm yours»Â
«Only for me» he grunts.
He parts his cock from your pussy. You want to ask why but a second later his fingers link around the hem of your panties and he pushes them down onto your thighs and over your knees until they pass your ankles and get lost in the room. The need to take a good look at your wetness stops him from pushing his cock back to where it was. He stares down at your lips, parts them with his fingers and fuck, he wants a taste. Your juices are leaking out from your hole so deliciously that he canât hold back and gathers them with his thumb.Â
«So fucking wet» he praises.Â
His lips wrap around his thumb, sucking on it and tasting you, his cock twitches as it stands angrily. You taste so sweet, so delicious for him that he promises himself heâs going to make you cum like this tonight, eat every drop, swallow all your sweetness. And then start all over again.
«Wanna be the only one who gets to taste your beautiful pussy»Â
Your hands grab his wrist on your leg as you nod.
«I promise» you whisper.
Jungkook lays on top of you again, he lets his wet thumb brush against your nipple as he his cock parts your lips and slides back between them. Your folds feels so good against him, the sensation makes him bite on his lips as he suppresses a loud moan. Your nails dig into his back as you look at his face, so fucking beautiful. Itâs paradoxical how you think he looks like an angel when his cock itâs sliding against you so agonisingly.
«I want you to cum like this» he breathes.
He pushes his cockhead against your clit, rubs it in circular motions and then up and down, from side to side. Your juices mix with his precum, itâs so fucking wet that your juices drip on his sheets. He wants them to smell like you, to remember the way you smell when youâre working and heâs waiting for you at home, wants your juices to fucking claim his sheets.Â
«Can you do it? Cum all over my cockhead, baby. Do it for me»
Fuck, how couldnât you. Itâs too much. Especially when heâs asking you like this, looking at you like youâre the essence of his world.Â
You nod quickly, your chest raises up and down at a torturing pace and Jungkook canât take his eyes off of you. He loves you so fucking much, youâre his. Fucking his.
«Iâm- fuck, Iâm going to cum»Â
«Me too, baby. Cum with me?» he sweetly brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, he kisses your cheek with such tenderness and sincerity and your heart just canât process it. It explodes in your chest, your legs shake and suddenly youâre whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut, your head digs into his pillows, your walls tighten. Jungkook grunts, pushing all the length of his cock against your folds and wrapping you closer to him in his arms. He cums so hard that his head falls on your chest, his moans muffled against your skin. His cock jerks, his cum wets your stomach and drips down your thighs and onto the sheets, a bit of it on his abdomen and chest too as he lets himself lay on top of you.Â
Itâs blissful, the way your fingers stroke his hair as he breathes harsly, he feels his heart pound and his insides melt. You stay silent, look at him just laying in your arms. You never felt so light, so free as now. Love can be blind, so blind that something so special had to wait all this time to finally be seen; all these years and your souls intertwined in every way possible, the roots of your plants were always in the same pot. You were so used to his presence and his leaves that you didnât realise how much soil you shared, how deeply were intertwined your roots, how they held each other up with such tenderness and love. You want to see his flowers, want to share your water with him, you want to bloom and wilt with him, you want it all.Â
«I love you»Â
You caress his cheek even though you canât see them, his eyelashes flutter against your chest and he raises his face to look at you, then rests again on top of you.
«I love you too» he answers. A big smile. Starry eyes, rosy cheeks, messy hair, totally love drunk. And you couldnât love it more. You pinch the apple of his cheeks, he scrunches his nose and pouts his lips.Â
You feel attacked, seriously.
«Why are you so cute?» you whine. His giggles fill the room as he gets up. He lays beside you, wraps his arms around you and squeezes.
«I want to spoon you» his fingertips dig into your hips as he kisses your shoulder. You huff contently, turning around. His legs intertwine with yours and Jungkook rests his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, his chest tight against you.
«Are you comfortable?» he pecks your cheek. Itâs perfect.
You nod and shut your eyes, lingering in the feeling of the moment.Â
«Donât sleep» he whines, pinches your hip.
«I havenât finished with you yet»Â
«What? Iâm tired» you laugh. You really arenât, but you like to tease him. Your eyes open, head turns slightly to look at his eyebrows furrowing as he frowns.Â
«Itâs not true» he blubbers. Fuck, how can he look so adorable in such a situation? All naked, tight against you.
«It is,» you pout back «Iâm really tired» you fake a yawn. His head falls on the pillow.Â
You stay still for a little, then decide that you want to look at his pretty face. He wails as you turn around, clearly not okay with it.
«Let me spoon you at least»
«Wanna look at your pretty face» you puff at him. His body relaxes and when you turn around the view hits you like a truck on a highway. His hair are messy, long strands following sweetly the roundness of his cheek as he stares at you. His eyes are round, doe-like, incredibly profound they capture the light of the room and exhibit it perfectly, stars scattered across their skies. His lips are red, and itâs because of you. You caress his cheek, brush the strands away. He smiles largely, his hand grazes the back of yours and squeezes it, his other one behind your back so sweetly that you melt.Â
«You can fall asleep on my chest» he murmurs. You shake your head.
«I was just teasing you,» you giggle «donât wanna sleep now»Â
He huffs, faking annoyance but itâs just really endearment.
You graze his chest with your fingers, tickle him with the nails as you slowly move up and down. His cock is still hard, the tip red.Â
«Youâre⊠youâre still hard» you breathe.Â
Jungkook looks at you, the way your eyes stare at his cock on his abdomen, a big smile stretching on his lips as his cheeks grow a little reddish.
«Canât help it baby,» he simply says «itâs what you do to me»Â
He doesnât lead the conversation anywhere else, as if he doesnât intend to do anything about it, a dreamy sigh leaving his lips. He stares at you in awe, he canât believe he gets to do this. In his arms, you naked and relaxed, laying down to stay. You donât get up to leave his mattress and go back to just being friends, close but not close enough, a heartbeat away. Laying with you feels ecstatic. Itâs the forbidden fruit, the one he always craved for; the intimacy of it, being in your rawest states and still trusting each other in such a profound way, getting to see each others fully in every way possible, physically, emotionally.Â
«Love» you whisper. His big eyes look straight at you, his heart stumbles in his chest.Â
«Last time⊠you called me love»
«I⊠couldnât hold back» he shakes his head, nuzzling into you.Â
«It felt different from the times before, it wasâŠÂ»
«I was making love to you» he mumbles. The way he clings his chin to the fist of his hand on the pillow right after makes your stomach clench. The silence creates a foggy haze in the room, but you still see each other clearly. He mustâve hurt so much, for so long. You want to make him smile. You want to reassure him, make him feel loved just as he did to you that day.Â
«My baby» you whisper, leaving a peck on the tip of his nose. He scrunches it and smiles big at you.
«Let me do the same- » you kiss his lips and although the intention was to go for just a peck Jungkookâs lips keep you attached to him like a magnet «and make you feel good?»Â
«MmphâŠÂ» he moans as soon as your hand reaches the base of his cock. You feel it twitch, watch it as it gets even harder in your hand. Jungkook gulps, shuffling on the mattress to get comfortable. The view of your pretty little hand around him makes him longing, yearning to have you all over him. He doesnât even have to wait after cuming already, he knows he could be ready for you right now. And when you stroke him, oh god, the sound he makes⊠you wish you could record it and play it all over again and again.Â
He folds his arms, rests on the back of them to look at the view properly, head up and chest raising roughly.
«Fuck, I love it» he hisses. You lick your lips, get closer to him on your side as you let your hand pull his foreskin back, his cockhead furious and leaking precum already.Â
«You like it?» you coo. He looks at you, your lips wet and your eyes gawking at him. You make him powerless just by doing nothing. Your thumb touches his slit.
«Shit, yes» he moans.
«Love it, I love it»Â
You smile at him. Jungkook canât take his eyes off your face and your hand, not even for a second. When you gather his precum and stroke it all over his cockhead he breathes hard and suddenly he craves for a taste of you. His chin points at you, lips pouting as his cock pulses in your hand.
You peck his lips, tighten your hand around him and twist your wrist. He moans loudly, his head falls back.Â
«Fuck» he cries.Â
«Youâre so beautiful» you whisper.Â
«Want you to feel so good»Â
He nods lazily, his eyes shut. Your hand is⊠perfect. Just perfect. It makes him thaw under you, for you, until heâs just whining and moaning, totally lost.
«You- nnngh- you do»Â
You push his hair behind his ears, you donât think youâve ever felt this feeling. This kind of excitement while doing something for someone else, only for him. This part of you is his, tied and bound to his soul.
«All the time» he shivers.
«Every fucking time you- fuck» his moan is high pitched, desperate. Heâs losing his mind, itâs too much when you stroke his cock and have your pretty eyes looking at him so sweetly, holding all the love he always wished to get from you. Itâs too much, and he just wants to explode.
«Every fucking time, you donât even realise,» he shakes his head «you- you just, fuck I love you»Â
Itâs brutal, how he takes your face in his palm and pushes your lips onto his, brutal for your heart. Such a crook.
The kiss is messy, sloppy, totally heedless. He just wants you close, itâs just for the sake of feeling you more, and it makes you so wet you feel your juices drip down your asshole.
«Love you- so fucking much» he whines. You kiss him more, stroke his cock until his balls are tight and Jungkook is squirming on the bed, his sounds creating the perfect melody for your ears, his pleasure skyrocketing until he just knows he has to stop you.Â
His hand wraps around yours, stopping your movements.Â
«Want you,» he hisses «wanna cum inside you while I feel you close» you couldnât resist such a plea even if you wanted to.Â
You smile at him and nod, your skin is on fire just at the thought of it. Jungkookâs hand tickles your side as it descends on your hip, his digits dig into your skin. He goes to sit up but you stop him with your hand on his chest.Â
«Huh?» he hums puzzled, his lips forming an âoâ and his eyebrows high.
«Let me» you smile. Fuck, he feels like cuming already.
«Let me take care of you» you whisper. Jungkook hisses as he lays back down, soft strands of hair spread on the pillow and starry eyes look at you while you straddle him. He doesnât know if you resemble more an angel or the devil himself with your love surrounding him and your dangerous touch, but maybe youâre the collision of both.Â
You lay down to kiss his lips, a soft and gentle kiss that makes him yearn even more just because itâs ohso lovely.Â
He mustâve been blessed, cause when you let your hips grind against him and he feels the warmth of your core he feels like heâs in heaven. Maybe youâre an angel, most definitely the prettiest of all.Â
Your lips feels so fucking good that his cock jerks and he has to hold back himself from cuming.
«Fuck, wait-» he hisses.Â
«I donât think I can- I need to desensitise a bit or I- Iâll cum»Â
You stop your movements and lean down to kiss him some more. You caress his cheek, Jungkookâs arm canât help but keep you close and tight against him. Your soft breasts feel so good against the hardness of his chest, your hair hanging down from the side of your face. His hand squeezes your asscheek and a cheeky grin appears on his face.
«Feels so good to get to do this» he pipes.Â
«You used to do that before too» you snigger and he squeezes your flesh once more.
«Only in bed» he laughs. You shake your head and pinch his right nipple lightly, watching as he keens and brings his hand to cover the injured part.
«Why?» he whines with his eyes closed. You lay down and kiss the tip of his nose.
«I get to do this too» you coo. He sighs deeply and glares at you, lips pouty.
«You used to do this before too» he murmurs. You smile at him.
«Not in bed? I shouldâve and couldâve but I didnât. I had to try»Â
«Fuck, youâre so annoying» he groans even though a big smile is already stretching on his lips. Itâs beautiful how the change of your relationship didnât change the way you act around each other, the same old habits and teases.Â
«Should I kiss it for you?» you laugh. Jungkook peeks at you from his half lidded eyes.
«Do I get to kiss your ass when Iâm outside of bed?»Â
Your laugh fills the room, the apples of your cheeks full. He pushes you onto him, his hand coming to your face, he kisses your lips, pecks your nose and your cheeks, your forehead too. Silence spread in the air as he pours his love onto you with caresses and little sighs, totally rapturous.
You kiss his neck, his clavicles, his shoulders and his pecs, lick on his nipple. Jungkook squirms under you and a second later youâre⊠kissing it. He laughs out loud, his giggles are high pitched and he scrunches his nose as he lets his head fall back on the pillow. So fucking cute, you think. You want to keep him in your pocket and never let go.
«Are we ready to go?» you giggle as he still laughs. Jungkook nods, eyes bright. His bangs are messy and you take some time to brush them with your fingers as his chuckles summer down.Â
«Itâs gonna be messy again, come on» he whines.Â
«So impatient,» you sigh «let me make my baby pretty» you coo. Jungkook whines again.
«Please,» he strokes your back «wanna be inside you»Â
«Mmh, âkay baby» you hum against his lips. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, blow on it just to hear the sound of his humming when he shudders under you as you take a hold of the base of his cock. Heâs so hard that you let out a dreamy sigh, totally in love with the feeling of him in your hand. Jungkookâs hips stutter up, his cheeks paint of red when his eyes meet you and you wonder if itâs just the warmth of the room or your effect on him.
Your core brushes against him and he releases a soft yearning hum. You sit up, breast on full sight and eyes on him as you push yourself onto him. Itâs so fucking wet and tight and delicious that he doesnât ever want to leave your pussy. Fuck, heâd spend every second of the day inside you if he could.Â
«So tight» he moans. You slowly fill yourself up with him, he grabs your breasts and squeezes them, fumbles your soft flesh as you start to move unrushed. Youâre so beautiful on top of him, so pretty. All for him and him only.Â
«Talk to me» Jungkook wants to hear your words as you ride him. The position is totally new to the both of you but fuck, it feels perfect. He fills you up so good that your walls pulsate all around him, getting to see him under you with his big dark eyes on your face makes you want to spoil him in all the love he showered you with the last time and even more, you want him to feel totally engulfed by it, from how much you love him.Â
«Love it, I love your cock» you moan. You put your weight on your hands on the bed, leaning back a little as his cock hits the perfect spot inside you. Jungkook pinches your nipple, your breasts look so good that he wishes he could kiss your skin. He watches them bounce with every move, feels his cock throb and leak precum inside you. Itâs so fucking wet, your juices mixed together and god, the sounds you make could make him crazy.
«How much?» he hisses. You bite your lips.
«So much baby» you whine. His hand reaches your clit, he rubs it gently with his thumb and looks at your face. His heart pounds wildly, you turn him on so much that he has to restrain himself every time. However, now he wants you close and even though heâs loving the way youâre taking him so good, your body is too far for him.Â
«Love» he calls out putting both of his hands on your hips and staring up at you. You look down at him, his skin is a bit sweaty and his lips red from all the kisses you shared. Jungkook sits up.
«Want you closer, please» he maffles.Â
«Let me open my legs so I can hold you»Â
You let his cock pull out, the loss of contact makes you grimace and Jungkook smiles endeared as he pinches your cheek. He opens his thighs, his cock stands proud against his abdomen, so pretty. He guides you onto him, your thighs over his and your pussy back on him. His hands grab the flesh of your ass, his face hides in the crook of your neck and he breathes in your scent as you take him back into your heaven. Like this, he thinks he could die happily. Fuck, so close and perfect. The contact of your skin makes him breathless, the feeling of you all over him, so tight that not a single inch isnât against him. The way you hug his cock makes his head spin, how you grind your hips into him and dig your nails into his back. Your moans in his ears, he captures every single and makes sure that the next one comes out because youâre feeling even better. He rubs your clit, sucks your nipples, kisses your neck, keeps you close until your sweats mix and all he can do is breathe you in.
«Youâre perfect» you whisper. His heart trembles, all the defences he had to put on for all these years without even realising are down on the floor, totally scattered in pieces. They burn into ashes, fire takes over them completely until thereâs nothing left but haze, and then thereâs you. You on top of him, you under him, you on his lips, you in his mind, just you. Youâre everywhere, part of him.Â
«I was so stupid-» you hiss as he kisses your cheek «fuck, how could I not see it?»Â
His nose nuzzles into your cheek and he pecks your skin repeatedly, his thumb rubbing faster on your clit.
«Ssh, weâre- nngh fuck, weâre here now» he reassures.
«Never wanna leave you,» you mumble «never»Â
Jungkook feels like crying suddenly. Thereâs a knot in his throat that tastes like pain, like all the tears he shed and every night he spent thinking about you. All the worry that he felt when you werenât with him, the feeling of loveliness without you by his side, the feeling of not being enough to be seen, to be considered as more. It all gets back to him and his eyes burn, his vision becomes foggy, his breath ragged for the pleasure of having you here.Â
«Baby,» he whines «feel like crying» his voice trembles.Â
You stop your movements, totally focus on him. Jungkook shakes his head though, pushes you onto him more to make you keep going.
«Just make love to me» he whispers.Â
«I still canât- still canât believe youâre mine»Â
«Iâm yours» you donât wait a second more to let it out. You watch him beam with his eyes glossy and canât help but kiss him. You kiss all of his worries away, every single one. As you make love to him so sweetly, they all melt. He cries, salty tears mix with your kisses, your hands dry them and you kiss the path they walked on. You spoil him with your touch, your caresses, even your breath on his skin. Jungkook canât even speak properly from the feeling in his chest.Â
«I love you, love»
«Fuck, oh god- call me that again» he moans. He lets his head fall back as you keep moving, the expanse of his neck displayed for you. You let your hand trace it and then do the same for his chest, rub his nipples and hear him moan.
«My love» you repeat, breath rough.
«Mine, youâre mine»
«Fuck yes,» he whimpers «yours baby»Â
You want to make him cum. You want to see him shake in pleasure and contract his abs, you want everything he can give and more. Your hand travels farther down, Jungkook squeezes your ass again as he feels your touch graze his skin until you get to his balls. Theyâre wet with your juices, so tight and full of cum for you. He moans loudly, his mouth attaches your neck as you caress them sweetly in your hand. Your touch is so gentle and his cock feels so fucking good, his body feels like levitating from how much youâre giving him. Itâs too much to hold back.
«God, youâre- youâre going to make me-» he howls «cum» he shudders.
You kiss him deeply, your tongues in each others mouth and your eyes closed, foreheads touching and hearts glued to each other.Â
«Cum for me» you breathe on his lips.
«Cum inside me, show me how you cum for me, love»Â
His eyes open, eyebrows furrow as he moans. You kiss him more, spoil him totally. You whisper how much you love him, how good he feels inside you, how beautiful he is. Until itâs fucking unbearable, his cock twitches and all he can do is let go. Jungkook groans, digs his nose into your neck in such a desperate way that you feel your heart being wrapped tightly and squeezed almost to the point that you canât breathe anymore, his whimpers come out muffled on your skin, his cum filling you up totally as you keep moving on top of him and in his hold. You cum with his moans in you ears as you milk him dry, the room spinning and your legs shaking. You collapse in his arms, feel him sob in your hold. Even when you donât realise it you kiss his hair, stroke his back as your body feels light and wobbly, totally lost in its high. You cup his cheeks and peck his lips, the mole right under, the one on his nose, his forehead. Jungkook never wants to let go.Â
«Cuddles» he murmurs on your neck right after, hiding from the world. You nod lazily, his cock still inside you.Â
Itâs weird, the roads that love takes and the path it walks onto. Itâs odd, how it can blossom without asking for permission, how it grows and spreads, takes over everything it finds on its way. Itâs beautiful, how Jungkook clings onto you like youâre love itself and you do the same for him, roots intertwined and shared soil in the same pot, one soul fixed together with pieces of each other, like itâs always been. Since you were sixteen and he was nineteen, for all these years. And for many more to come

Read more about Closer here: Closer: Too Close (Teaser)
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ââ .⊠MASTERLIST

Hello there, stranger! Welcome to my little corner of the internet! I write when Iâm not drowning under the weight of my never-ending backlog, and I specialize in love stories that are equal parts, heart-wrenching, and heartwarming. You're in the right place if you want to escape boring reality and engage with my characters who are all hopelessly pathetic in the best way possible.
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SERIES:
â Sugar and Sin | JK
"Aurora Beckett is as sweet as the cupcakes she makes and as bright as the morning sun that fills her bakery, the first thing in the morning.
With a knack of making friends every chance she gets and putting them before her, she finds herself in trouble more than a friendly neighborhood baker should.
Yet this time, the trouble came barging itself.
Jeon Jungkook- the shadow syndic, a name whispered through the darkest corners of South Korea, feared like the devil himself. Certain circumstances lead him to her, and the next thing he knows, 5'4 "inches of pure headache is his self-proclaimed partner in crime.
But when annoyance starts to twist into a need for the girl, who's everything he's not, he realizes that she is the one who's trouble."
PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc
GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, foro proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime thriller.
STAUTS: ongoing.
W.C: TBD
Cross posted on wattpad.
TEASER| MOODBOARD | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ....

ONE SHOT:
â Guilty as sin? | JK
"You are stuck in time, and Jungkook doesn't stop running from it until he eventually does, and you learn that grief doesn't wait for death, that love isn't all that dignifying."
PAIRING: brother in law! Jungkook x widowed fem!reader
GENRE: forbidden love! au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, smut
W.C: 34. 42k
STAUTS: Completed.
Cross posted on wattpad.
| PART 1 | PART 2 |

ââ .âŠMORE TO COME...
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A friend of A friend |
[ Gangster! Jungkook x Reader ]
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Confined |
[ Neighbor! Jungkook x Reader ]
đ /đŻ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ”đŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đą đŻđŠđž đŽđŠđč đ”đ°đș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ© đ©đąđ·đ°đ€ đŁđ¶đ” đŻđ° đžđ°đłđłđȘđŠđŽ, đ©đŠđł đŻđŠđčđ”-đ„đ°đ°đł đŻđŠđȘđšđ©đŁđ°đł đđ¶đŻđšđŹđ°đ°đŹ đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đźđȘđŻđ„ đđŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đŠđł đą đŁđȘđ” đ°đ§ đąđŽđŽđȘđŽđ”đąđŻđ€đŠ.

| đđąđŠđąđ§ |
The Mess We Leave Behind |
[Namjoon! x Reader! ] [ Jimin x Reader!]
đđąđđđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đđ°đ·đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đ¶đŽđŁđąđŻđ„'đŽ đŁđŠđŽđ” đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„ đžđąđŽ đŻđ°đ” đąđ” đąđđ đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ§đŠ đ”đ° đšđ°, đąđŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻ đ©đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đŻđłđąđ·đŠđđȘđŻđš đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶'đ·đŠ đ€đłđŠđąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŹđŠđŠđ± đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđźđȘđđș.
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When It Rains |
[ Meteorologist! Jin x Reader ]
đąđ§đ”đŠđł đźđąđŻđș đ§đąđȘđđŠđ„ đłđŠđđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽđ©đȘđ±đŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŽđ”đłđ¶đšđšđđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ°đ±đŠđŻ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đŻđŠđž đ€đ°đŻđŻđŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đŁđ¶đ” đ°đŻđ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ°đ·đŠđłđ©đŠđąđł đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đȘđźđȘđ„ đ€đ°đđđŠđąđšđ¶đŠ đđŠđ°đŹđ«đȘđŻ đ©đąđŽ đą đ€đłđ¶đŽđ© đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶, đșđ°đ¶ đŽđŠïżœïżœ đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đ±đđąđș đą đšđąđźđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đŠđźđ±đ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ°đ€đŠđŽđŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đźđŠ đ§đąđ€đŠ đ”đ° đ§đąđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻ đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đžđŠđąđ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŽ đŻđ°đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđđș đ¶đŻđ±đłđŠđ„đȘđ€đ”đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš.

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Periculum |
[ Kim Taehyung x Reader ]
đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđș đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đžđŠđ„đ„đȘđŻđš đ©đąđŽ đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș đąđłđłđȘđ·đŠđ„, đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđș đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ”đŁđłđŠđąđŹđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ„đȘđŽđąđ±đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”đźđŠđŻđ”đŽ đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŁđŠđšđȘđŻ đą đ§đ¶đ”đ¶đłđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đđ°đ·đŠ. đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ©đąđ±đ±đș đŁđ¶đ” đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đšđłđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đŁđąđ„ đ€đąđŽđŠ đ°đ§ đ€đ°đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ” đąđŻđ„ đŽđ°đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đźđŠ đ§đąđ€đŠ đ”đ° đ§đąđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đąđŽđ” đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ¶đŻđžđŠđđ€đ°đźđŠ đšđ¶đŠđŽđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đąđłđłđȘđ·đŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đȘđ”.
© đđ«đđŻđđđąđŻđ, đđ„đ„ đ«đąđ đĄđđŹ đ«đđŹđđ«đŻđđ.
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BTS MASTERLIST:

BTS smut, fics, imagines, headcanons, reactions & drabbles:
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âą Namjoon -
êš Missionary êš Knowledge drabble êš Art drabble êš
Namjoon headcanon (freaky edition) submission êš Namjoon boyfriend headcanon êš holding hands short drabble
âą Jin -
êš Jin boyfriend headcanon êš Headcanon (freaky edition) êš short drabble êš
âą Yoongi -
êš Headcanon (freaky edition)êš Boyfriend headcanon êš Reaction request êš Crybaby êš
âą Hobi -
êš Headcanon (freaky edition) êš Boyfriend headcanon êš
âą Jimin -
êš Boyfriend headcanon êš Headcanon (freaky edition) êš Angel series: * midnight snack
âą Taehyung -
êš Short drabble êš Yandere submission (father-in-law) êš
êš Yandere pt.2 (father-in-law) êš Sleep tight (stepdad submission) êš Taehyung headcanon (freaky edition) êš Boyfriend headcanon êš êš Principal request êš holding hands short drabble êš Reaction request êš reassurance
âą Jungkook -
êš Disruptions êš Stupid black dress êšJealousy êš
êš Makeup sex êš FaceTime êš Ghostface killer êš
êš Ghost face killer pt.2 êš Yandere submission (father-in-law) êš
êš Jungkook imagine êš Elevator êš Piercing drabble êš
êš Yandere pt.2 (father-in-law) êš Touch me êš
êš Sub Jungkook x sub fem reader (submission) êš
êš Jungkook headcanon (freaky edition) êš
êš Jungkook boyfriend headcanon êš holding hands short drabble
êš Reaction request êš tongue piercing 2 êš Jungkook groom x reader bride êš smut request êš
Series:
êš The God who answers after dark series masterlist êš
âą OT7 -
êš Cockwarming with boyfriend êš BTS crushing headcanon êš BTS when jealous headcanon êš BTS x idol!gf headcanons request êš holding hands short drabble êš You knew he loved you êš BTS crush rejection request
âą Requests -
êš Yandere (father-in-law) KTH|JJK êš Sleep tight (stepdad) KTH êšFlower crown date reaction OT7 êš
êš Jealous over crush playing with their dog OT7 êš
êš Sub Jungkook x sub fem reader JJK êš
êš Headcanon (freaky edition) KNJ êš
êš Headcanon (freaky edition) PJM êš BTS crushing headcanon êš êš Principal Taehyung request KTH êš BTS when jealous headcanon
êš BTS x idol!gf headcanons êš Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook reaction request êš BTS crush rejection request êš Jungkook smut request êš
âą Short drabbles -
êš Namjoon knowledge drabble êš
êš 1k followers special - sub Jungkook drabble êš Needy drabble êš
êš Overthinker êš Jungkook piercing drabble êš Namjoon art drabble êš International womenâs day drabble êš Jin Daddies home êš holding hands short drabble êš You knew he loved you êš
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MASTERLIST
My works include mature themes and explicit content, so I'd appreciate it if minors don't interact.
Nothing yet..
Nothing yet..
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In Another Universe (Series) (Ongoing)
Parallel Universe au [Smut\Angst\Fluff] Infidelity
Closure (One shot)
Genre? [Smut\Angst\Fluff sprinkled đ]
After the End (One shot)
Reincarnation [Smut\Angst\Fluff] - Sequel to Closure
Perfect Partner (One shot)
Artificial Intelligence au [Yandere\Smut\Angst]
Perfect Partner| Sequel 1
Yandere | Dark Romance [Yandere\ Angst]
Perfect Partner| Prequel
Yandere | Dark Romance [Yandere\ Slight Smut\Angst]
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explicit horror content ahead. please make sure to heed the warnings.
â jungkook
I) number: unknown.
II) hangman.
â jimin
â taehyung
â yoongi
â namjoon
pastel pink.
â hoseok
â seokjin
#dead dove#yandere bts#jungkook x reader#namjoon x reader#yoongi x reader#taehyung x reader#jin x reader#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#bts smut#bts masterpost
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The Billionaireâs Club | KIM TAEHYUNG MASTERLIST

⧠In a world ruled by money, Kim Taehyung seems to be at the top. Being one of the countryâs youngest CEOs puts him in the spotlight and others will stop at nothing to be with him. His luxurious lifestyle takes shape in all forms and here we tell three different versions of what itâs like to be a part of his world â§
Join three writers on their tales of the rich and glamorous Kim Taehyung.

sex, money & feelings âą @thvhoe
arranged marriage | ceo | influencer | s | a | f |
In an attempt to break free from the disappointment of being your family's black sheep, you agree to a proposal that would change your life forever. When your parents strike a business deal with the Kim Family to marry their son Kim Taehyung, the charismatic CEO of KTH&Comp and one of Korea's most eligible bachelors, you unexpectedly find yourself immersed in a world of unimaginable wealth and privilege. Here, socital class is the ultimate standard, and anyone below a 500 million network deemed useless.
⊠coming soon

lace & luxury âą @kooktrash
sugar daddy | exotic dancer | s | a |
Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich manâs world. At least thatâs how you feel working day and night to make endâs meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. Youâve become his muse and in exchange heâs become your source of pleasure and riches. Itâs a rich manâs world and youâre living in it.
⊠now posted

earned it âą @joonberriess
dark romance | ceo | light bdsm | s |
âMr. Kim will see you nowâŠâ Or, youâre hired as Kim Taehyungâs personal assistant. Heâs a man of many expectations but you donât expect the sudden shift of interest when it comes to you. Neither one of you are prepared for your work relationship to turn into one of pain and pleasure.
⊠coming soon

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surprise | myg
this is an extra chapter of the so it goes series.
âpairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
ârating: +18
âgenre: established relationship, ex fwb, angst, fluff
âwarnings/tags: implied smut, lots of angst, fluff, subtle talk about aborti0n, DONâT trust my poor knowledge in contraceptive methods and use condoms!! english is not my first language btw
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a/note: this is proof that if you ask me enough, I'll finish writing my wips!! it's been a long time but I finally get to post the surprise drabble I've been planning and it makes me sososo happy to come back to this couple đ I missed them so much I just hope you missed them as much as I did!! BTW I was planning to post this after two other drabbles, so if you read any additional information it's because this was intended to be posted after that, but i wanted to post this so badlyđ so here it is!! hehe anyway enjoy!!
A few years ago, when you and Yoongi were beginning to be a thing and you still lived with your best friend, Nayeon, while he lived alone in his big apartment, he picked up this habit of begging you to stay the night with him every time you visited, even though he knew you couldnât. You used to say no, trying hard to ignore the way he kissed your neck and sneaked his hands under your blouse while explaining that, if you said yes, he was willing to wake up early and drive you to your first class the next day. You'd think that after the first or maybe even the second time he tried this, the effect would wear off, but you ended up agreeing every single time.
Back then everything was so new to him, he couldnât remember the last time he liked someone that much, he didnât know what was happening to him and why he wanted to spend every night with you, why he couldnât keep his hands off you. Sure you were pretty, sure you were beautiful and funny, and your lips tasted like strawberries and you looked at him like one else ever did, maybe it had something to do with that, who knew? The only thing he knew was that he felt like a teenager everytime you kissed him, or every time you ran your fingers through his hair or every time you were naked under him, or on top of him, or anywhere close to him for that matter.Â
It took Yoongi a few hits, ten drunk nights and way too many days to realize that you were the only thing that he needed, that the world only made sense if you were by his side.Â
With time, Yoongi learned to kiss slowly, to make love slowly, to take things with ease; he learned that you were going nowhere, but there were still those moments where he felt he couldnât get enough of you; like tonight, to be exact.Â
You were sure that in the last four years of dating Yoongi you had made it clear enough that you were a city girl, and you were certain your boyfriend knew that. You loved the noise and the chaosâthe people bumping into each other on the streets, the busy days and nights. It wasnât something you planned to give up anytime soon; this was the perfect time in your life to embrace the city's hustle. Youâd have plenty of time for a quiet life when you got older.
Yoongi liked the city tooâhe enjoyed the view from his apartment window and the convenience of ordering food at any hour of the night. But he also loved road trips and sleeping in the middle of nowhere in a tent, bonfires, fishing and swimming in lakes. Yoongi had always been into camping, but instead of planning a trip with his good old friend Seokjin, who didnât mind sleeping in a tent and loved fishing, he invited youâsomeone who hated bugs and couldnât stand the idea of walking more than three minutes to find a bathroom.
You were still trying to decide whether not being able to say no to Yoongi was a problem, but it was his last free week before going back on tour. When he looked at you with starry eyes and asked you to go on a trip with him, which included spending the last two days sleeping in a tent, you couldnât say no.
It was only two days, you were sure you could endure not sleeping in a proper bed for that long if that made him happy, you made the effort of not complaining just for tonight, after all you only had tickets to go visit him on tour in exactly five weeks, you were going to miss him.Â
It was easy not to complain when Yoongiâs plans for your last night together were exclusively romantic; he cooked for you, built a campfire and spent the rest of the night stargazing until it was too cold to be outside, and when you were inside the tent he made sure to have hot water bags under the blankets, but they were no use when he was determined to get you naked.Â
Did you mention that it was still winter?
Now you were trapped in a tent with him, straddling him as he kissed you deeply and gripped your thighs, begging you to ride him against your lips. That was when you started to complain.Â
You felt your whole body shivering when Yoongiâs warm hands pulled your t-shirt over your head, leaving you almost naked. You hugged your torso, attempting to cover your breasts as you sat straight on top of your boyfriend, who was comfortably laying on the sleeping bag, fully clothed.Â
âYoongi, Iâm cold.â You whined.
âCâmon, itâs going to wear offâ He tried to convince you, rubbing his palms over your shoulders to keep you warm. You shook your head, laying your head on his still clothed chest as he covered your bare back with the blanket. It was easy for him to say that when he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt.Â
You knew that Yoongi was already missing you. He was fully aware that after tonight, he wouldnât see you for a whole month and he wanted to make it last as long as he could, to hold you and kiss you as much as you let him. He had gotten too used to youâused to sleeping and waking up next to you, having you all to himselfâbut it became a problem every time he had to leave for work, it was impossible not to miss you. You still had texts, calls and FaceTime, but he was also taking into account time difference, work, and the fact that all of that wasnât the real thing. And if you were honest, you were already missing him too.Â
âWhat if I catch a cold?â You mumbled over his shirt.Â
Yoongi kissed the top of your head, running his hands down your bare back and sending chills to your spine. How was he able to get you almost naked but you didnât even get the chance to take off his t-shirt? âItâs not that cold.â He said, not willing to give up.Â
You raised your head to look at him, frowning âSays the person whoâs still fully clothed.â
He huffed, flipping you over to leave you under him. Suddenly, warmth rushed over you as you felt his body hovering over your frame. He was quick to take off his own t-shirt, trying to make you happy, but he quickly realized that maybe you were right, it was fucking cold, but he wasnât going to back down.
âHappy now?â
âNo, itâs freezing out there!â You kept complaining âWhy do we have to do it without clothes? I donât mind clothes, I actually think that doing it while being dressed is quite hot.âÂ
You threw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Even though you were in fact turned on from the kissing and grinding session you had a few moments ago, you still were thinking about the logistics of fucking inside the tent.Â
Yoongi scoffed, amused. âAnd I actually think that you being naked is quite hot, too.â He said, sneaking his face in the crook of your neck to trail down little kisses, nibbling the skin softly. âCâmon, baby. I wonât see you for weeks, let me make love to you.â
You tried not to roll your eyes. âYou had been using that excuse the whole trip.â And youâve fallen for it every time. His plans for this trip were very simple: fishing, camping and fucking you on every opportunity he had. It was not like you were against it, it has been a long time since you and him had time only for the two of you.Â
âBut isnât it true?â He gazed up, looking at you with his soft eyes, his hair falling like a curtain on his face. âIâm gonna miss you.âÂ
You took a second to observe the tenderness of his features, to take in the softness of his voice, and for a moment there you knew why it was so hard to say no to him, you just didnât want to say no.Â
You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose. âWe are gonna make such a mess.â You whined, but he just chuckled, knowing he won.
âIâll take care of it, I promise.â He said with a soft voice, reaching for your lips as he roamed his hands towards your chest. You didnât exactly know how he was going to âtake care of itâ, but his hands were gentle, the kiss was slow and when he opened his mouth to let his tongue slip past your lips, you were too into it to keep protesting about it.
As you sat on the cold bathroom floor of the home you shared with Yoongi, you tried to remind yourself of two basic things that you hoped would stop the sinking feeling in your chest. First, three weeks without Yoongi never killed anyone, this was something you knew from experience, Yoongiâs job demanded him to travel all the time, you were used to it, or at least you were supposed to be. Second, you were an independent woman (right?). You have been an independent woman since you were eighteen when you moved to Seoul alone, since you started a new life in a new city on your own. You woke up at six am everyday, worked hard your whole shift, paid the bills every month and managed to keep your house in order every day of the week. Sure, you loved Yoongi, and he loved you, and you could never imagine a life without him, but you didnât need him, you wanted him. He wasnât an extension of you, you were your own person, but why did you feel like the world was about to end right now if he was not there?
Crying your heart out like a five year old kid, you remembered the only time you had to take a pregnancy test, and how it looked nothing like this.Â
Four years ago when you and Yoongi still didnât kiss in front of your friends, when he still thought twice before holding your hand in public but still had the nerve of sneaking in your bed. That seemed like a hundred years ago, a universe away, but no, it was not too long ago when you were stubborn and kind of irresponsible for agreeing with him as he kissed your neck and ran his hands down your thighs while asking you if it was okay for him to âpull outâ that night, since both of you completely forgot about condoms. You winced at the memory, but in your defense, you were too far gone to say no, take a cold shower and kiss him goodnight. You agreed only for that night, but three weeks later you were three days late and losing your mind, the only logical thing to do was to take a pregnancy test that, of course, came negative, but to this day you couldnât shake the anxious feeling that you felt in your stomach those minutes before the negative sign appeared, and you couldnât forget how pale Yoongiâs face turned when you told him about it.Â
And now you were there, one hand covering your face while the other held a pregnancy testâonly this time, it was positive.Â
The one on your hand wasnât the only one, no. There were two other positive tests laying on the floor in front of you, and even if you wanted to not trust the results, they couldnât be all wrong, right? The plus sign was very clear in each one of them and you were five days late. The problem was that you were on the pill, you had been on the pill for the last couple years and this never happened to you, this wasnât something normal or a simple mistake.Â
You breathed out, trying not to panic. You got up on your bare feet to look at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess, that was not a surprise at all, your face was all swollen for the amount of time you have been crying and your hair was a big nest above your head. You washed your face, attempting to remain calm and evaluating your options. You glanced at your phone resting on the sink, and an overwhelming urge to call your mother surged within you, but as you imagined how the conversation would go, you quickly realized it wouldnât be a good idea.
Your mother was not nosy, but she could be a little dense, a bit complicated, and it was not what you needed right now. You were sure that calling her while having a mental breakdown was going to drive her crazy, and consequently, drive you crazy too. She would want to know every single detail, date, place and hour to understand the situation better, and you would have to explain something you didnât even understand yet. You could imagine the conversation, she would try to explain every contraceptive method like you were a teenager and ask why you didnât use a condom, because you knew she would ask, and you didnât want to explain to her how you went on vacation with your boyfriend to have a bunch of condomless sex, the thought alone made you want to vomit.Â
Calling your mother was not an option, not only because talking to her on the phone was complicated enough, but because she was in a different city, which brought you to discard calling Nayeon too, who was on vacation with her boyfriend (yes, boyfriend, that sounded ridiculous to you, too.)Â
The last option was something you couldn't even fathom doing unless you were desperate, but you know what they say, desperate times call desperate measures, so you blew your nose, brushed your hair and called the only person in this city who would come running without asking any questions, Jungkook.
Breaking the news to the person in front of you wasnât easy, especially when the words you needed to say were as unreal as they sounded. You didnât look much better, you spent the next thirty minutes that Jungkook took to arrive crying, as Holly, the brown fluffy dog, looked at you like you just went mad, the worst thing was that you werenât far from it. It was difficult to keep it together when your mind refused to look at the bright side of things, when you couldnât call your mom and Yoongi was in another country, but when Jungkook rang your bell and entered through the door, you tried your best to smile at him and act like you werenât in the middle of a mental breakdown.Â
Your act wasnât convincing, your friend looked at you like you were about to tell him that you killed someone and you needed help to hide the body.
You would have never recur to a man other than Yoongi for this kind of situation, but you decided to trust your ten years of friendship with the man in front of you and hope that he could be of any help.Â
âYou are what?â Said Jungkook, standing in the middle of the living room with his eyes wide open, trying to understand the meaning of your words.
There, in your pajamas and your hands on your hips, you closed your eyes shut, sighing. âJungkookâŠâ You said through gritted teeth.Â
âIâm serious.â He said, letting his backpack drop to the floor. âI crossed half the city to get here, are you not kidding me right now?â
âIâm serious, too!â You whined âIâm not kidding, I donât know what to do.â
He slowly approached you, walking towards the couch to take a seat. He suddenly felt his blood pressure dropping, his stomach sinking and his mouth dry as if he was the one developing a human organism inside his body. âAre you sure?â He murmured. âAre you not having one of those crises you had when you were a teenager? I remember that time in college when you freaked out when you thought you were pregnant because some guy-â
âJungkook, Iâm sure.â You interrupted him, already knowing the whole story, but this time it was not just you overreacting. âMy period is late and I took three tests, all positive.âÂ
He gulped, letting the room fall silent for a few seconds as both of you contemplated what that meant. You knew he was trying his best not to freak out, so you were grateful for his reaction, at least he didnât faint like you expected him to do, but he was still white as a sheet, trying to find a solution in his head as though you had told him he was the one who was going to be a father.
âWhat are we gonna do?â He said under his breath.
âWhat am I gonna do?â You corrected him, sitting next to him âYou are supposed to help me.âÂ
Jungkook took one hard look at you, looking terrified. âHow?â
âGod, I shouldnât have called you.â You rolled your eyes.Â
âNo, I mean, what do you want to do?â He said. âDid you tell Yoongi?â
âOf course not.â You replied, feeling your eyes getting teary, but still trying to hold back.Â
âDo you want to⊠tell him?â He continued to ask.Â
You sniffed âI mean, I donât know how.â You pouted âIâm seeing him in two weeks, I donât know if I can wait that long.âÂ
He threw himself back against the couch, sinking in the cushions. It was like Jungkookâs life flashed before his eyes, how come he was discussing this with you right now? He still felt like you were kids, there was no way you were pregnant right now. âHow did this happen?â He murmured to himself, looking at the blank wall in front of him.Â
âIs it necessary for me to explain it?â You cried, snuggling closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder.Â
âDid you not use condoms?â He scolded you like he was your mother.Â
You shifted your weight uneasily, eyes darting down to your socks. âWe donât⊠use condoms.â You cleared your throat, the words coming out hushed and hesitant. âIâm on the pill, I donât know what happened.â
On second thought, that wasnât something Jungkook wanted to know. It was like finding out how his parents had sex, he squirmed at the thought, shifting in his place. âCan you not call your doctor?â He suggested, his voice laced with uncertainty.
You paused, considering it. It was probably the most logical thing Jungkook could say, but you werenât sure if your doctor could do anything about it.
âEven if I call her and tell her what's going on, itâs not like I can get a refund.â You huffed, a dry smile tugging at your lips.
He raised an eyebrow. âWellâŠâ he began, dragging the word out. âIn some way, you could get a refund.â You blinked at him, opening your eyes wide in surprise. âI mean only if you want to!â
You were so nervous you wanted to laugh. It wasnât like the thought didnât cross your mind for a moment, but only when you tried to evaluate your options; if you were being honest, you couldnât see yourself getting rid of the babyâor whatever organism had been living rent-free in your body for the past three weeks. Jungkook looked terrified that you might explode at him, especially when it seemed like you were on the verge of tears, but his question made you think, if you didnât want to get rid of it, what was that you wanted to do?
You sank your shoulders, feeling completely lost. âThatâs the problem.â You murmured âI donât know if I want a refund.âÂ
Jungkook stood still for a moment, his eyes softening as he watched you. His thoughts swirled, trying to grasp the weight of your words.Â
"Would Yoongi want a refund?" He asked, his tone lighter than before, but the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. Despite the attempt at humor, his eyes betrayed the concern he was masking with the joke.Â
A shaky exhale left your lips, the weight of uncertainty pulling you down. âI donât knowâŠâ Was the only thing you could say.Â
âBut do you know if Yoongi wanted⊠kids?â He said as if that was a forbidden word. âI mean, do you want them?â
It wasnât like you didnât know what Yoongi wanted. You sighed, suddenly remembering all those times when the idea of a family came up in conversations, between drunken thoughts, before falling asleep, at dinner with his parents and on the ride home when he apologized on his motherâs behalf when she asked when you were going to give her grandchildren. His soft eyes, his hand on your tight and the view of the future laying in front of you like a promise. The thought warmed your heart for a moment, but the truth was that there was a difference between talking about it and actually having kids.
âWeâve talked about itâŠâ You admitted. âBut weâve never planned it, let alone now that heâs on tour.âÂ
Jungkook hummed, still thinking.Â
âBut you both agreed to have kids at some point.â He affirmed, and you just nodded.Â
It was in that moment where you realized you were crying again, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you stood in silence, contemplating the overwhelming weight of the situation.Â
âFuck, donât cry.â Jungkook said, rushing to wrap his arms around you, he enveloped you in a tight hug. As soon as you buried your face into his chest, something inside you gave away. You began sobbing against his hoodie, the tears flowed freely and uncontrollable, unable to hold yourself back. âCâmon, itâs okay, youâre okay. Nothing badâs gonna happen.â His voice was soft but firm, holding you tightly. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from your cheek, his gaze filled with nothing but concern. âYou donât need to have it all figured out right now. Letâs go step by step, okay?â
You nodded, feeling like a kid lost in the mall. âOkay, if you want to see him as soon as possible, you have to change your flight first.â He said, but you shook your head, trying not to panic.Â
âHeâs going to ask why.â You said, your voice hoarse âWhat am I going to tell him?â
He kept silent, his eyes fixed on a distant point as he was trying to come up with a solution.Â
âLetâs not tell him.â He proposed.
âWhat do you mean letâs not tell him?â
âIâm leaving for tour next weekend, you should come with me and not tell him.â He kept going âSay that you missed him and you wanted to surprise him or some shit like that, and when you get him alone you talk to him about this.âÂ
Now you were reminded that Jungkook had to leave to join Yoongi on tour in just a few days, you completely forgot about that. It was not like you couldnât get on an airplane alone, but if your friend was going to be there you were sure it would make things easier.Â
You couldnât believe it. After so many years you were there, sad and upset and still with the same idiot as a friend, willing to follow whatever plan he was going to make for you. You didnât know if the plan actually sounded good or you were losing your mind for listening to Jungkook.
âJungkook, Yoongi texts me all the time, he facetimes me everyday. Itâs impossible to travel to another country without him noticing.â
âItâs not impossible, Iâm gonna help you.â He insisted âIf he texts you, you say youâre at home, if he wants to facetime you, you say youâre busy, turn off your location, it shouldn't be difficult.â
âIt is difficult, what if he realizes I turned off my location?â You groaned, running your finger through your hair exasperatedly.Â
âYou say it stopped working or something! Câmon, I thought you were smarter than me.â
You threw yourself back against the couch, crossing your arms on your chest, it was almost comical that you were considering the idea. Your friend could sense the hesitation in every move you made, he could only hope that you agreed because his mind couldnât come up with another idea if his life depended on it.Â
âJungkook, if he suspects anythingâŠâ You raised a finger, digging it on his chest.Â
âHe wonât suspect a thing,â He affirmed confidently. âWhen have any of my plans ever gone wrong? Never. Trust me, by the time you get back home, youâll have already decided to name your baby after me.â
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your laugh and punching him in the arm playfully. The tension was still there, and you still felt an inexplicable ache in your chest that wasnât going away anytime soon, but being there with Jungkook made you feel that this wasnât the end of the world, nor of your life, but the beginning of it. Â
Jungkook's plan wasnât the master plan he had been bragging about the whole airplane ride, but it worked. A few days later, after a few calls and arrangements to change your flight, after another three mental breakdowns and several crying sessions in the shower, you had somehow arrived in Berlin without Yoongi suspecting a thing. You had managed to dodge facetime calls and weird questions, maybe Yoongi missed you so much that he didnât have time to question why you couldnât wait two more weeks to see him when you arrived at the hotel and hugged in the hall, because, if he were honest, he couldnât wait two more weeks to see you either.Â
Yoongi was happy with the surprise, you went to see his show that night and after arriving to his hotel room he made love to you like he hadnât seen you in a year, kissing your neck, grabbing your waist, murmuring things in your ear, saying how much he loved you, how much he missed you. For a moment it was like nothing changed, the two of you sharing what happened these last three weeks tangled between sheets, laughing between kisses as you ignored why you were there in the first place.Â
âYou canât keep spending time away from me.â He said, hovering over you as he left a small kiss on your lips. âIâll keep you in my pocket if itâs necessary.âÂ
You sighed, knowing that you couldnât keep this a secret for much longer, but for tonight, youâll let it slide.Â
You didnât know when you were returning home, but you promised yourself that before leaving for the next city, you would have to break the news to Yoongi, which was becoming more difficult by the second, because if you were good at something, that was procrastinating. It was absurd, a few days ago you were crying because all you wanted to do was to have your boyfriend by your side and now you couldnât even look him in the eye without feeling like you were about to throw up, and your mind wasnât helping at all. All those doubts invaded your head, attempting to drive you crazy, making you believe you were not ready to tell him yet.
Three days later, when you finished the last show in Berlin, Jungkook gave you a knowing look as you were leaving the arena holding Yoongiâs hand. He knew that you havenât said a thing to Yoongi yet, he was all over you like he was your mother, asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything, when you were going to tell Yoongi, it almost made you regret telling him, but you knew he was right.Â
A night was all you needed, just one night to gather your thoughts and practice what you were going to say. You couldnât keep declining glasses of wine forever, you could only hope no one noticed how weird you were acting, how sensitive you were since you stepped foot out the plane. Time was running out; you knew that when Yoongi invited you to an after-party before the whole crew left Berlin. Instead of telling him the truth, you simply said you werenât in the mood to go, hoping that your time alone would help to gather enough courage to confess.
You werenât trying to keep Yoongi with you, you told him a million times that he should go without you and that there was no problem with it. You hid under the blanket and hugged your body, watching him change his shirt into a black tee. He ran his finger through his hair in an attempt to tame it, looking at himself into the mirror and stealing a glance towards your reflection. He knew you too well not to notice the sad expression on your face as you scrolled through your phone, searching for a Disney movie to watch while he was out. He turned around, approaching the bed and kneeling beside you to catch your eyes.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to come?â He asked once again.
âYeah, I just need one night.â You said, which was true. You needed a few more moments to finish fighting with your own thoughts.Â
âBut are you okay?â He continued to ask, cupping your jaw in his palm.
âOf course, why wouldnât I be?â The words came out of your mouth with more emotion than you intended to, he couldnât ignore it.Â
âI donât know⊠You look like you want me to stay.â
There was a beat of silence in the room. The sweetness of his voice broke your heart into a million pieces. You couldnât say yes and make him stay just because you were feeling down and you really had no problem with him leaving, but you didnât have the heart to tell him no either. You were full of contradictions, wanting to be alone but wanting to be with him at the same time, something in your chest pulled, wanting him close.Â
âWhat makes you think that?â You murmured, fighting the urge to cry. God, you were too sensitive.
âMmm⊠The Disney movie kinda gives you away.â
You huffled, playing with the fingers of his hands without looking at him. âI donât want to ruin your fun⊠You should go, I mean it.â
He scoffed âYou wonât, thereâs going to be a bunch of parties until the tour ends, this one is nothing.â
âTheyâll miss youâŠâ
âYouâll miss me, too.â
âBut do you want to stay, though?â You asked him a whisper.Â
âOf course I want to⊠But you have to let me choose the movie.â He warned, automatically making you giggle.
Letting Yoongi choose the movie was the worst decision you have made in the last week so far, but you felt grateful he couldnât see you as he hugged your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, because as the ending of Inside Out approached, you were sure you were about to cry.Â
When you arrived at the airport you promised yourself not to cry anymore, not in front of Yoongi at least, but your body was full of emotions you didnât even know you could feel. It was certain that youâve always been a sensitive person, you cried at the drop of a hat, Yoongi was familiar with that, but now it was impossible to stop it.Â
Youâd stopped paying attention to the screen entirely; one by one, your darkest thoughts crept in, pressing heavily on your chest. The feelings youâd tried so hard to bury rose up, churning uneasily in your stomach, and when you least expected it, tears began to fall down your cheeks.
A sob escaped from your lips at the same time the main character began to cry, making your boyfriend shift in his place.Â
âAre you crying?â Yoongi suddenly asked, softly grabbing your shoulder to turn you around. He looked at your face, at first amused, thinking you were crying because of the movie. But his expression softened when he saw the sadness in your eyes and the damp lashes heavy with tears. You covered your face, unable to hold back, and the sobs came harder, each one swallowing the words you couldnât say. âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â He reached for your arms, attempting to pull them away from your face, but you turned away, burying your face in the pillow.
âNothing,â You lied, desperate to avoid this conversation again. âIâm just⊠emotional, I donât know.â Your voice cracked, hoarse, as the emotions you were trying to hide slipped through.
Yoongi was confused, but mostly worried. You had been weird since the day you arrived, he would be a fool not to notice.Â
He turned the light of the lamp on the nightstand, illuminating the room with a soft orange light and turned the tv off.Â
âHey, look at me.â He softly said, brushing your hair with his fingers, it only made you want to cry harder. âI know somethingâs up, Iâm not a dummy.âÂ
You turned to him, hitting him with the most heartbreaking sight he could witness, your face soaked in tears, nose and eyes red as you pouted at him. What was so wrong to make you cry like that?
âWhat do you know?â Was the only thing you could say, daring to be upset at him when he hadn't done anything wrong.Â
He frowned at your tone. âWell, I know that you suddenly came here two weeks earlier just because. You are weird, you almost donât eat, your suitcase is almost untouched like youâre going to leave anytime soon, you look⊠sad? I donât know, baby, you tell me.â
You kept silent for a second, wiping the tears with the sleeve of your t-shirt. Uncomfortable, you sat in the bed, taking a deep breath as your mind completely blanked. You didnât realize yet, but there was no way to get out of this one.
Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend was kind of a dummy. You confirmed it when he decided to say the following words.Â
âIs it because of Lily?â He said, making you dart your eyes at him. âYou donât like her being here?Â
You couldnât blame Yoongi for not understanding why you were crying, but the suggestion that you were jealous of one of his coworkers made you want to punch him. Lily was one of the new producers at Yoongiâs label, and a few months ago, Yoongi had noticed that you were starting to feel uneasy about the amount of time she was spending with him, which led him to realize that you were beginning to feel unexpectedly jealous of her. Yes, that was a whole deal back then, but it was water under the bridge now; the fact that she was touring with him and the boys didnât faze you. The idea that he thought you were crying because of her was ridiculous.Â
âYoongi, are you kidding me?â
âNo, Iâm not.â He defended himself. âThe last time I saw you we were fine, but now youâre here crying and I donât have a clue what I did wrong.â
Suddenly, you felt your heart sink. He hadnât done anything wrong; it was you who was an emotional wreck, struggling to keep your feelings in check. A wave of guilt washed over you for the mess youâd just created, convinced there must have been ways to prevent all this conflict. But now, all you could do was sit there, tangled in the aftermath of your own emotions.
You sighed, defeated. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â You said âAnd itâs not about Lily, I couldnât care less about that⊠Itâs just that- ⊠YoongiâŠâ
âBabyâŠâ He said in the same tone as you, âWhat is it?â
As Yoongiâs gentle question hung in the air, you felt a knot tighten in your chest. The truth sat heavy on your tongue, you glanced away, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, buying time as your thoughts spiraled. âYoongi, my period is late.â You confessed, observing Yoongiâs eyes go wide, his brows lifting in surprise as he tried to understand what he just heard. âItâs been a week now, I donât know what happened. I tried to wait, but I had to take a testâ
 âA test?â he asked, voice low, surprise flickering in his eyes.
âA pregnancy test, Yoongi.â You said, trying not to roll your eyes. âI took three damn tests.â
âAnd what-... what happened?â He asked, his voice unsteady, eyes fixed on yours.
The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with unspoken fears and questions. A quiet stillness settled between you both, there was a weight to the silence, stretching out the seconds as you waited for whatever words would come next.
âI mean, guess what happened,â you whispered. Before you could finish the sentence, you got up and reached for the zipper on your suitcase pocket. Your hand closed around the large object, and you felt his eyes on the back of your neck, following you as you moved around the hotel room. Returning to the bed, you sat down and handed him the pregnancy test.
Yoongi didnât know anything about pregnancy testsâheâd never needed to. Heâd always been careful, using protection with every girl heâd been with, including you, until things had started to get serious. So no, he wasnât familiar with the variety of pregnancy tests out there. But now, here he was, staring at a white stick with a tiny screen, showing a clear positive sign, which could only mean one thing.
Yoongiâs hands trembled slightly as he held the pregnancy test, his gaze locked onto the tiny screen, staring at it for a moment, speechless. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud enough that he thought you might hear it. Now everything made sense, how you said you were nauseous in the morning, each time you refused to drink wine, how you looked like you were about to cry when you saw a stroller with twins this afternoon at the park. How could he not notice?
You pressed your lips together, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling up once more. A small, shaky hiccup escaped your lips, breaking the silence and snapping him out of his daze. âNo, no, no,â He murmured urgently, setting the test aside and pulling you close, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as you buried your face in your hands, trying to hold back the tears. âHey, thereâs no reason to cry,â He whispered, gently guiding your face up, his fingers lifting your chin as he coaxed your hands away. âCâmon, look at me.â His voice was soft, reassuring, his gaze full of warmth and understanding.
âI donât know how it happened.â You blurted out, your voice shaking with uncertainty.
âThat doesnât matter now, why didnât you tell me?â He asked, you could tell he was trying to remain calm by the soft tone of his voice, but his face had gone as white as paper, like heâd just seen a ghost.
âI arranged the flight to see you as soon as possible, but... I was scared. I didnât know what to say. I still donât,â you admitted, your words barely a whisper.
âBaby, you donât have to be scared, okay? You can tell me anything.â He assured you, his hand gently squeezing yours. But the uneasy feeling in your stomach refused to go away.
âI know, but⊠we havenât planned for this,â you murmured, glancing down. âIt just⊠came out of nowhere.â
âWell, it didnât exactly come out of nowhere. These things can happen,â he said gently, a faint smile tugging at his lips. You groaned, burying your face in his chest.
âBut it wasnât supposed to happen,â you whined, your voice muffled against him. âI didnât expect this at all. I was drowning in work when I found out. Iâm stressed, Iâm lost, I donât know what to do⊠and I miss my mom.â The words tumbled out in a frantic ramble, and you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didnât even notice the soft laugh he let slip.
âYou miss your mom?â he asked softly, careful not to upset you further.
âYes!â you cried, voice cracking. âI feel like a kid lost in the supermarket.â
He shook his head gently and brushed away your tears with his thumbs, pulling you closer. âBabyâŠâ he began, his tone soothing.
âYoongiâŠâ you whispered, lifting your head to meet his gaze. His expression was still worried, but the warmth in his eyes was reassuring.
âYouâre right, we didnât plan this. But weâve talked about it before, and you have options. Whatever you choose, Iâll be right here beside you, no matter what. You know that, donât you?â He searched your eyes for confirmation, and you nodded, feeling the ache in your chest begin to ease.
As his words sank in, a new wave of emotions stirred inside you. The weight of worry and loneliness began to ease, replaced by a warmth that softened the ache in your chest.
âBut⊠what do you think?â you asked softly. You knew that whatever you decided would ultimately be your choice only, but you needed to know what was going on in his mind.
He sighed, a hint of hesitation in his expression. âI mean⊠weâre not sixteen, baby. Weâre adults, weâre about to buy a house together, and we love each other.â
âWell, those are just facts,â you replied, searching his face. âWhat I mean is⊠do you want this, now?â
It was hard for Yoongi to believe you were really asking this. There you were, sitting on his lap with swollen eyes and a red nose from crying, asking him if he wanted to start a family with youâas if that hadnât been his dream all along. Of course he felt like the life he had been living was going to completely change from now on. It was terrifying, but he couldnât help but feel excited at the same time.Â
âI've always wanted it, are you serious?â He laughed, the sound light but filled with disbelief. âAnd I only want it with you, havenât I made it clear enough?â
Those were the main differences between the two of you: while he was calm, always taking a moment to think before acting, you were emotional and, more often than not, let your feelings take control of your actions. It was only in that moment that you realized how irrational youâd been. There wasnât a world where Yoongi didnât want this, and there certainly wasnât a world where you didnât want it either.
âI want it, too,â you whispered, your voice trembling as you fought back tears.
âThen why are you crying, huh?â he asked gently, squeezing your face in an attempt to lighten the mood.
âBecause...â you said, struggling to catch your breath. âMaybe you didnât think it was the right time... Youâre on tour right now.â
He frowned, his expression softening with concern. âI wonât be on tour forever...â
âI know, but... weâre not married. What would your parents think?â
He let out a laugh, clearly unable to believe that was a real concern of yours. âYouâre not seriously thinking about my parents right now, are you?â
âHow could I not?â you said, raising your eyebrows. âWhat if they force us to marry? God, I donât want to be one of those couples who only marry because the girl is suddenly pregnant!â
He laughed even harder, shaking his head. âOh my god, baby, no oneâs forcing us to do anything!â He grinned, clearly finding your worry amusing. âIf we ever get married, it wonât be because anyone pressured me. Trust me.â He paused, happy to see that the worried expression abandoned your face. âBesides, my parents love you, you have no idea how happy theyâll be once they know. Married or not.â
âYoongi, it canât be that simple.âÂ
âBut it is.â
You sighed, feeling like all the mess youâd made was for nothingâand thank God it was. Youâd been so caught up in your own despair that you hadnât realized everything in your life was falling into place for this to happen. Yoongi was right. You were about to move into a bigger home, you had your job, Yoongi had his, and you loved each other. You've always wanted it, this was the perfect moment for this to happen. Why had you been so worried?Â
âYouâre right, it is.â You finally admitted, letting your body rest against him.Â
Yoongi laughed, gently grabbing you by your hips and laying you on the bed, kissing you softly. âYou donât have to worry, baby, not with me.â
âI know.â You breathed out, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. âBut I am-⊠Iâm so scared. How am I gonna have a baby? It sounds crazy.â
âOf course it does, it is.â He said âIâm terrified, too, but weâre together, right? Nothing bad can happen if we have each other.â
You nodded, feeling your chest unclench. âI guess you're right,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âI just... needed to hear you say it.â
Yoongi smiled, leaning down to steal another kiss from you, this time deeper, longer. âI love you, baby, donât you know that?â
You brushed your nose against his, nodding. âI love you, too, bubba.â
âCâmon, baby, stop crying.â He said, making you laugh.Â
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To love and pamper: Together


Read to Love and Pamper here
Plot: Youâre on the edge. Do the dishes, warm the milk, change diapers, cook lunch, try to get some sleep in between and start all over again; itâs taking you every part of yourself to try and be flawless in raising your daughter. Jungkook is here by your side though; why canât you just lean on him?
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff, Established Relationship, Parenthood
Wordcount: 3.7k
Content Warning: swearing
Authorâs Note: Hello! They are backđ„ș I loved writing To love and pamper so much that I had to write a part two. Take this as a gift for our Bangtanâs 10 years!đ I hope everyone of you is staying healthy and happy these days.
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Early mornings with Jungkook taste like strawberries, extremely sweet. Maybe itâs the way he holds you unconsciously in his sleep, or the way his hot breath delicately hits your face, but it makes you never want to leave. The soft glow coming from the dim light on your nightstand is long gone, the rays of the sun coming from the window slowly took up over the darkness during the night, they touch Jungkookâs features gently, careful as if not to wake him up.
His lips parted, eyes shut and cheeks full, soft snoring. You kicked him tonight, just enough to make him stop snoring too loudly for you to sleep, for at least a bit. It helped until he started again. You wonder why when you have to get up he suddenly starts to snore less, as if to play with you. It makes you want to dive right back between the sheets before you even got out.
You sigh, looking over at Baram. They say that things will be getting better in a bit, that it will be easier, you just have to get used to it. You love her, totally, wholeheartedly, with all of you. But sometimes it just gets unbearable. This is new to you, the both of you. Jungkook is doing better, even though there are still times when he breaks down. It happens to you too, but usually you donât let yourself slip too much. Itâs just that youâre scared; sheâs so tiny, so fragile and vulnerable, so defenceless and you have to teach her how to face the world, you have to protect her and lead her through it all, when even you yourself still kind of donât know how to.
Jungkookâs arms squeeze you tighter, as if he heard your thoughts. It makes you smile, your heart calming for a bit. He still has his eyes closed, his brows furrowed and lips pouting.
«Donât go» he murmurs, voice low and sleepy. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, sending shivers to your spine as his hair tickle your skin. Your hand reaches them, playing with the strands, his lips leave pecks, soft ones that hold an incredible amount of love, too much even, for this early hours of the day.
Itâs comforting, to feel his warmth around you and his hands on your body.
«I have to clean up» youâre not really prone to leave the bed either, but you still try to.
«I can do it later» he whines, holding you tighter. His fingers caress your back, kisses getting down on your shoulder. His hair are disheveled and you know that yours are too, all over the place.
«You have rehearsals,» you let out «and Baram is going to wake up in a bit and I wonât be ready»
«What time is it?» his grumpy voice sends a weird shiver down your spine. You glance at your phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing to protect themselves from the light of the screen.
«Seven and ten» you let him know. Though it doesnât look like the new information is going to change anything for Jungkook.
«Please, wanna cuddle» he pleads, eyes shut, his digits digging into your skin.
«Kook, I donât have time for it. Itâs the only time I can do things without having to check on Baram, when sheâll wake up I wonât be able to-»
«Youâre so noisy» he complains. You let out a huff, trying to get out of his grasp.
«Kook, let go. You can sleep more, just let me go» If only his arms werenât so strong you wouldnât have any problems.
«Not gonna» he mumbles. You sigh annoyed.
«Then donât, but let me go anyway!»
You didnât mean to, but you raise your voice a little too much. It echoes in the room and you pray every single god that was ever worshipped tha-
Baram breaks out in a cry, loud and angry, incredibly so. For a moment, you still. Suddenly getting up doesnât feel so electrifying anymore. You force yourself to do it, though. Leave the warm sheets and the soft mattress, sit up and-
«Iâll take her» Jungkook stops you with a hand on your back, a second later heâs already up and standing beside her cradle.
You watch him bend down and narrow his eyes at her, cheeks stained with the lines of the fabric of his pillow and face totally sleepy. He cooes at her, taking her in his arms as carefully as he possibly can. He lulls her a little as he makes his way back to your bed, Baram still crying desperately in his hold.
You sigh and lift the covers.
«Where are you going?» his big eyes skim over your body, upper half covered in one of his shirts, definitely too big for you, legs displayed only for him to see.
«Getting her paci and the diapers» you announce. Jungkook shakes his head.
«She just needs her pacifier, she didnât poo»
«She will soon!» you tell back. Jungkook huffs, letting you do your thing. This is not the right moment to pick up a fight, even if itâs a little one. With Baram in his arms, his top priority has to be her. So he lulls her, sings a bit at her and wipes her unstopping tears with his thumb, only that finger taking up more than half of her face.
You come back in a minute, pacifier in your hands and a new pack of diapers in the other, wipes blocked between your chest and the inside of your arm. As soon as the pacifier goes into her mouth all of her worries fade away, too distracted with the new element in her mouth. You watch her features soften, face from angry red going back to a pure sweet pink; and so does your heart. With seeing her easing, seeing her stop her cries. It might be the hardest thing youâve ever done, but god, do you love her. Itâs in moments like this that you realise how lucky you are, when you see her calm down and realise that yes, youâve got this, at least for now.
Jungkook letâs out a heavy breath, still lulling her from time to time. He gets up slowly and does the same as he walks, afraid that even the slightest hint of movement will disturb your 4 months old baby. He walks in circles, arms swinging from side to side gently and eyes never leaving her face. They look like out of a fairytale, out of a movie. It makes your stomach twist and turn with love, suddenly overwhelmed to the point that a smile graces your features. You watch from afar, his dark locks have become too long to not get in the way of his eyesight, hanging down as he looks at the same eyes as his, closed in a silent sleep. You canât see his expression because of the strands of his hair, but his smile is contagious. Every time he looks at her, god, the world makes sense. Finally. And to believe that such a beautiful creature, a fragile little soul that still has to go a long way, was made by you and him; that thought renders him breathless all the time.
He walks back to her cradle, carefully laying her down and back under the covers. You let out a sigh of relief and head out of the bedroom, straight to your kitchen. There are so many things to do that you lost count. Itâs not like your kitchen is one of those where thereâs dirt on the floor and too many piles of dishes in the sink, but itâs not exactly clean either; with Baram waking up every two to three hours of the night your sleep schedule has become a nightmare, both yours and Jungkook. You start to do something, then feel the need to rest, take a nap and go back to do what you were doing, but things like making lunch and dinner or do the laundry, things you cannot actually postpone, take over most of the day. And then thereâs work, Jungkookâs and yours. Your schedules have been remade and remade several times to help yourselves with your daughter, but even with all your efforts you always end up extremely tired. Jungkook has rehearsals on his own most of the time, the times he chooses usually donât fit with the others because of their schedule, so they end up meeting once a week to rehears all together. He still has to go to the outside meetings, wether it is an interview, a new project or a shoot; not all the time, but a great number. It doesnât happen every day, but three to four days of the week heâs working. Youâre okay with it, after all he canât just say no to his job, you wouldnât want him to, you know he loves it.
Itâs the same for you, after all. Its just that youâre not required to be in a studio to work, at least not one like his. You have one at home, your paintings and the smell of clay filling both the space and the air. So your days go by, busy and stressful but full with love and adoration for your little one.
«What are you doing?» Jungkook is standing at the kitchen door, hair disheveled and eyes still not used to the light of the morning. You didnât hear him coming out.
«The dishes» you say. He gulps, lips pouty and hands aching to hold you.
«Please come back to bed» he pleads still from the doorway. With how you sigh though, his ministrations seem to change, steps shortening the distance between you and him. He stops behind you, arms on their way to your waist before you block him with your next words.
«I donât have time to lose, Jungkook»
«You consider it a loss of time to spend some time with me?» Heâs annoyed. You can hear it in his voice, how sharp it sounds.
«You know I donât mean it that way» you shake your head, grabbing another dish from the sink.
«Do you?» his question makes you turn. Eyes gazing at him, his face scrunched up as heâs thinking hard on something. Brows furrowed and lips pouty again, eyes focused in yours.
«Itâs been what, two weeks since we last cuddled? Or when we went out together? When I come to bed most of the nights youâre already asleep and-»
«Cause Iâm tired?»
«Yes, I am too Y/N»
«Great, welcome to the team» your answer makes him grimace, but it gets worse when you add: «What do you want me to do, spend the only free time I have laying on the bed and doing nothing?»
Jungkook suddenly feels like a cold jet of water is getting sprayed on him. Cheeks burning and blood hot, both angry and hurt. Something deep inside him stings, burns and bends, twisting in all the ways as it tries to break and come out unfiltered.
«Are dishes more important than us? Really?» Your eyebrows raise up.
«When did I ever said that?»
«Youâre doing it now» he scoffs.
«Is it so hard for you to relax, just a bit?»
«Iâm not! Iâm just saying that this is the only moment I have to just-»
«Itâs the only moment weâre together too!» he raises his voice a bit, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy, lips pouty. He gulps harshly.
«Weâre always busy, is it so hard to just spend some time together?» his voice is trembling, as if heâs on the verge of breaking. It stops your breath, a big tight knot fills up all the space in your throat, your hands drying themselves on your trousers.
«We do it, Jungkook» your voice softens as you let out your words. They make Jungkookâs head shake slowly, he lowers his gaze and fixes it on the ground.
«I just miss you» he whispers. The hurt is clear in his voice, shoulders dropping. You feel your heart tighten, fingertips aching to caress his soft cheeks just at looking at him like this.
«Kook, Iâm sorryâŠÂ» you breathe out, guilt taking over you.
Jungkook hates this. Hates that you donât spend together as much time as you used to; he knew it was about to happen with the birth of Baram, but still he hates it anyway. He doesnât blame it on her, because why would he, he could never even if he tried to. But still, he hates it. He misses it, craves for your touch, craves for your caresses, your warmth around him, the feeling of having you close not just in a sexual way but in whatever way possible. He misses spending evenings on the sofa under the covers, soft and sweet kisses layered on each otherâs skin in silence and between low giggles, as if they were meant just for the two of you, a little secret fuelling love to your hearts.
«I⊠I miss you» Jungkook sighs, low and barely hearable, shoulders down and eyes on the ground. Your heart sinks deeper into your chest, heavy and sad at the look on his face. You feel your throat tightening, your eyes sting. You donât want him to feel abandoned or not important enough, never. But thereâs just- too much. Too much things to take care of, too many things to do and to look after, too much effort to try and anticipate the next move, to take care of everything, to be careful about being wrong, that youâre just-
«I know baby, and Iâm sorry» you nod, «but I donât know how to- Iâm- Iâm just-» your voice trembles and suddenly youâre crying. Crying in sobs, like a little baby, like Baram would.
Jungkookâs arms wrap around you, instantly and so tight it makes you tremble with vulnerability. Itâs like a second instinct, to kiss your hair as his fingers dig into your back, careful and pampering.
«Iâm sorry» you hiccup, your tears wetting his shirt. You feel so bad for making him feel like this. You spent your time trying to keep everything under control, everything in check and always ready, anticipating every move and every cry, trying to be ready in every condition and situation, you didnât think-
«Itâs okay» he whispers, another kiss lays on your head, «Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorry baby» he snuffles, shaking his head. His eyes burn, his lips move desperately in pouts, trying to hold back the tears, eyes shut. God, heâs so inconsiderate. So fucking inconsiderate and selfish. You gave birth to another human. You are tired. Youâre trying your best. Youâre stressed. Trying to have everything under control. And heâs here, complaining about you not cuddling him.
«Iâm so sorry, please donât cry» he snuffles again, voice shaky.
«Iâm- I care so much about- y-you» you sob, nuzzling into him. Jungkook wants to drown himself in your tears. His heart swells and shrinks at the same time.
«I know, I know» he shakes his head.
«I shouldâve- been more considerate, you- you-» you hold him tighter.
«No, youâre right,» you mumble against his shirt «I was just- so- I feel like I have to be careful of everything and Iâm- Iâm burning out»
Jungkook knows. He can see it, every time that you anticipate your next moves or the ones of your baby, every time that you let go he can see it that youâre not fully relaxed, that youâre on the edge. But he is here too, he is part of this too. And it makes him feel bad that you donât rely on him just as half as you rely on yourself. He is your man, your person, your lover and you shouldnât be the only one burdened; even if he is too, he doesnât want you to think that you have to hold it all together.
«Rely on me» he snuffles.
«I do it already»
«You donât do it enough» he lays a kiss on your forehead, and you feel wetness on your skin. He mustâve lost his battle with the tears and gave up at some point. When you raise your glance his eyes are puffy, red with tears and oh, so incredibly deep. Itâs like looking at two ponds, so clear and majestic that for a second you lose your focus. His dimples show up as he gulps, trying to gain back his sobriety, cheeks wet.
«Stop holding it all in» Jungkook sniffs and his lips twitch, his voice is shaking and you can feel your heart being wrapped tightly by a fist and being desperately squeezed.
«Let- let it out, you- let it out on m- me» heâs on the verge of breaking, holding back the new tears as they pool into his eyes.
«Ple- please» and so he does. He sobs, and you lose it too. Seeing him so fragile, broken, something snaps inside of you.
«I- I hate not being ab-able to take it away from yo-u» he sobs, lips trembling, fingers digging into your back.
«We chose this to- together» he hiccups, his nose digs into your neck, runny and wet.
«You are- youâre the most- important thing. You and Ba- Baram. Iâm part of this too, just- why canât you let go? I⊠I- give me some weight»
«I can do it- I know I can but- you wonât let me. Baby, I love you- I-»
Youâve never seen Jungkook so broken. Youâve seen him cry, many times actually, but like this, never. You hate it. All the pain, all the tears, you wish you could take them from him and make them yours, make it all go away. You squeeze him so tight youâre afraid you will leave him breathless, fingers digging into his skin and lips on his neck, kissing away the problems. Then, you realise. And god, it makes you want to slap yourself in the face.
He must be feeling like this. Just the same as you do. Itâs unbearable to see him hurting and not being able to do anything about it, but thatâs what youâve been doing all this time too. You wanted to do your best and ended up trying but left him out, only focusing on Baram most of the times.
«I love you so much- that⊠I donât know , sometimes when- I feel like I will explode when I look at you, I- I love you that much. Baram is our- our daughter and weâre a family and Iâm- I just want to be a good dad-»
«You are, Jungkook» you whisper.
«You are, baby. Iâm so sorry, I was-» you shiver and his hands dig deeper into your back.
«I was just on the edge cause Iâm not used to this. Itâs still all new and I- I just wanted it all to be perfect and I tried so hard that- I lost sight of us. I was so focused, I-»
«Itâs not just us» he murmurs on your neck
«Itâs you too. I hate seeing you like this, cause- I know you and when I tell you to- when I tell you to relax I donât do it just for us, I know you need it too. Your brain has to stop working and- you have to know that thereâs someone going through this with you»
«Like- earlier, why canât you just lay down and relax? I know- know that Baram is a lot to handle and she need attention but- you need it too. You need to take care of yourself cause I- I would beâŠÂ» his hiccups get muffled by your neck, and you feel his lips tremble on your skin. He lays a kiss on it, shaking and shivering.
«I would be lost without you. Totally- lost. Please. Just- I will wash the dishes, fuck the dishes. If they stay there, what? So what? I want us to be fine, I want you to feel supported and support me but if you donât let me, I- I canât»
«Please, just⊠let me help. It hurts, it hurts a lot not to be able to be of any help to my family. Love, I-»
«Iâm sorry» you whisper again, tears wetting your cheeks. You cut him out, and you didnât even realise it. You wanted to be the best for your daughter and ended up only counting on yourself and making him feel useless most of the times.
«I promise you, I promise I will try my best- to let go. Iâm- Iâm not doing the dishes, fuck the dishes» you hear him laugh lightly, a deep kiss layered down again on your skin.
«I didnât realise what I was doing. I was just scared. Sheâs so fragile and little and I was so afraid of doing something wrong. I was selfish, I-»
«You werenât. You were just scared» he kisses you again.
«Weâre together» he whispers. You nod, face hiding in the crook of his neck.
«Weâre together» you smile. You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to hold back another hiccup.
«Itâs alright now, sshâŠÂ» Jungkook holds you tighter, body against yours practically glued together. It doesnât make you feel spaceless though, it makes you breathe. For the first time in months, you feel like youâre breathing again. Even with your runny nose and the tears on Jungkookâs cheeks, the both of you feel light now.
«I love you so much baby, you donât even know» he whispers.
«I think I know» you kiss his shoulder. Jungkook smiles, his head leaving the the space of your neck and his starry eyes looking straight into yours. Theyâre still wet, but the tears have stopped coming out. A bit red, puffy from both the sleep and your cry.
«Come to bed? Until she wakes up. When she does-» he hiccups, «Iâll warm her milk and change her diaper. And the dishes, Iâll do the dishes and you can lay down a bit more? Do you want me to fill up the bathtub? We can take a bath when she falls asleep again»
«Love, breathe» you chuckle, looking at him and his endless rant. You look at him, and god, how lucky you are. That he loves you, and you love him. That heâs yours, youâre so happy heâs yours.
«Yes, that would be perfect» you smile.
Jungkook gulps, cheekbones raising and eyes filling with warmth and affection.
«Letâs go. I want to cuddle for at least two minutes. Do you think she will let us?»

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