#cook over an open fire like a MAN gdi

[queeriboh]

crying bc my apartments confiscated my grill last year

[happy-meo]

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 7 FINALE (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok) CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au Fluff, Mild angst, & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: FINALLLYYYY! I PRESENT TO YOU THE LONG-AWAITED (and pretty insanely lengthy) FINALE TO THIS SERIES!! Thanks again for being so patient and supportive during a rough few weeks :) I placed a “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Good luck & Enjoy!

          You yawned and rolled over, feeling soft covers encompass your body as you did so. You smiled, silently praising Jungkook for not leaving you without a blanket. But the silent serenity you were experiencing was suddenly disrupted by the feeling of someone else shifting beside you, and a familiar yet unexpected grunt was heard shortly afterwards. Hurriedly, your eyes flew open and your hand had to clasp over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming.

           There, in front of you, was none other than a shirtless Kim Namjoon.

           Your eyes widened, trying to make sure you were in fact, wide awake. And then, as you tried to piece together the current situation, vague fragments of last night began flitting into your consciousness. Slowly, trying not to make a noise or stir Namjoon awake, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Your hands sped across your keyboard angrily.

           Y/N: "WHY AM I IN BED WITH NAMJOON??!"

           Jungkook felt his phone vibrate at his hip as he finished his rep at the gym.

           "Who's that?" Jin grinned as he pulled down the machine to flex his back muscles.

           "Oh, that girl I was telling you about, hyung." Jungkook grinned.

           "The infamous Dark Angel? You're still seeing her outside of the Club?"

           "Well...let's just say we have to?" Jungkook chuckled. "And it seems I keep finding her even if I don't mean to."  

           "Interesting. Must be fate, don't you think?"

           Jungkook snorted. "I don't know about that."

           "Says the kid who once told me that he thought he would hear a bell ring when his soul mate passed by him?" Jin dramatically clutched his chest.

           "Hyung!" Jungkook pushed Jin and the latter stumbled over his own feet at the sheer force. "That was from an anime I watched and I thought it'd be cute..."

           "Aigoo." Jin playfully pinched Jungkook's cheeks. "Our cute little innocent yet not so innocent Kookie ~"

           Jungkook huffed half-heartedly, but shied at the loving attention. "Well either way, I'm not ready for anything serious right now."

           "Jungkook." Jin chuckled. "No one's ever prepared for love to come into their lives."

           Jungkook shook his head at Jin's dramatics and picked his phone back up to respond to you.

           Jungcock: Don't you mean "You're welcome"?

           Y/N: Why did you call him???

           Jungcock: It was a golden opportunity...and you know I'm all about golden :P

           Y/N: You know King Midas loved gold and then he made his own dick gold...along with the rest of his body.

           Y/N: OMG DID YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME ON MY PHONE TOO?

           Jungcock: Yeah, it fits me better, don't you think? :P

           Y/N: I hate you. I'm changing it back.

           Jungcock: IS THIS THE TREATMENT I GET FOR BEING A GOOD FRIEND AND HAVING YOU END UP ON YOUR BELOVED'S BED?

           Y/N: JUNGCOCK! I HAD A FEW DRINKS AND DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER LAST NIGHT...WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE I DID THAT COULD BE EMBARRASSING??

           Y/N: GDI JUNGCOCK DID YOU PROGRAM YOUR NAME TO AUTOCORRECT TO THIS EVERYTIME I ATTEMPT TO TYPE YOUR NAME?

           Jungcock: Bahahaha this is gold! It was so worth hacking your phone as revenge for you stopping the blood flow in my leg with your ginormous, heavy head.

           Y/N: I fixed it, you ass. JungKOOK, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

           Jungkook: You're no fun. And um I don't know. Maybe just roll on top of him and he'll just end up pounding into you. But please take my sweats off before you do anything. I'd rather not know you've vandalized one of my most precious possessions.

           Y/N: This is your favorite sweater?

           Jungkook: Well...they're ALL my favorite sweaters...that's why I buy them, duh?

           Y/N: I seriously dislike you right now. What if I have morning breath? What if I look terrible?

           Jungkook: Y/N. Boys love the disheveled bed head...cause it looks like your post sex look. You'll be fine. And if you flash him before you're forced to talk, you can immobilize him long enough to stick toothpaste down your mouth and come back.

           Y/N: I honestly thought you were going to be sweet and then you went and ruined it.

           Jungkook: Sweet ain't my style, babe. :P

           Y/N: Ugh. Help me. You got me into this mess.

           Jungkook: You "dated" me so you'd be prepared to be IN this mess. Now you're in it so do what feels right!

           Y/N: :( What if he hates it?

           Jungkook: Y/N. This man drove to ANOTHER man's house the middle of the night, carried you (albeit weakly and unsteadily btw) into his car, and took you home despite having another man call him to pick you up. I can guarantee you that if he had NO feelings for you, he would not have bothered. And if he didn't care about you, he would've just left you at my house. But he WAS bothered and he DID show up at my house, so man-to-man, he has feelings and he cares about you.

           Y/N: Does your guy-dar know if he likes me likes me?

           Jungkook: How about you stop interrogating me, get your ass out of bed and make his sorry ass breakfast cause he's probably plastered from carrying your dead weight?

           Y/N: Alright, alright. Wish me luck!            Jungkook: You got this!

           Y/N: You're such an ass...but thank you :)

           "Is she someone I know?" Jin grinned as he endearingly watched Jungkook from the machine he was on. "I'm super curious."

           "Rule #2, hyung." Jungkook stuck his tongue out playfully. "Even if you know the customer's identity, you can't ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy."        

           Jin rolled his eyes. "I don't normally follow Chim's rules 'cause they hardly apply to me, but that one does seem reasonable. Though, I'm curious as to who she is to make you grin so widely like that."

           "She cracks me up is all." Jungkook snorted as he slipped underneath the bar of weights. "Spot me, hyung."

           Jin chuckled and stood right above Jungkook's head, guiding the bar as Jungkook began bench pressing.

           "Hey." Namjoon rubbed his eyes sleepily while you were finishing up breakfast.

           "Hey." You smiled warmly. "Sorry for the trouble last night...I don't know why Jungkook called you."

           Namjoon stared at you in contemplation then patted your cheek gently. "No trouble at all. I felt bad that I missed all those calls from you. I wasn't there when you needed me, so it was the least I could do."

           You blushed. "Breakfast should be ready soon. I know you can't cook."

           Namjoon chuckled. "I can too...if I really put my mind to it."

           "But for the safety of the universe, you shouldn't." You grinned. "Last time I saw you cook, you set something I didn't think was flammable on fire."

           Namjoon snorted. "I don't know how that happened either."

           "Sit tight and I'll bring it out to you."

           Namjoon hummed as he kissed your temple then floated away to his dining room. You grabbed two plates and designed the plates elegantly, wanting to look as professional and as wife-material as possible.

           Before you left the kitchen, you took a quick picture, sending your dish to a few people to gloat about your skills, one of them being Jungkook.

           Jungkook pulled his phone out as he gulped down water when it vibrated once again. He glanced over at Jin who was also occupied with his own phone, and hurriedly snapped a picture of his unimpressed expression as a reply. He accompanied it with a barfing emoji and hurriedly put his phone back into his pocket to continue his workout.

           You scowled at Jungkook's response, but quickly, disregarded his teasing in order to face the reality that you were going to be feeding Namjoon.

           "Sorry if it doesn't taste that good. I had to make do with what you had." You placed the plates on the table, but he grinned widely, his eyes wide with excitement and awe.

           "Wow! This is amazing!" he complimented and clapped his hands together. "I'll eat it well!"

           You watched him with bated breath, waiting for his reaction to the first bite.

           "Mmm!" he hummed and gave you a thumbs up. "Yummy!"

           You relaxed and grinned. "Oh thank goodness."

           He smiled and urged your plate forward, "Eat too."

           You nodded, "I will. I'm glad it turned out okay."

           "It's fantastic. Don't worry about it. I'll eat anything you make."

           You blushed, taking a bite to hide the shy smile surfacing on your face from his comment.

           "Let's go. Let's go. Let's go." Jungkook bounced around your living room excitedly as you finished get ready.

           It was the weekend following your car and thunderstorm incident-- and incidentally, the scheduled triple date with you, Jungkook, Jimin, Receptionist, Hoseok, and Silver. Since Jimin couldn't resist Jungkook's cuteness when he was suggesting the activity, and no one else had any qualms about it, it was set to be in the bowling alley he frequented. You chuckled as Jungkook's childishness surfaced. He was enthusiastically dancing around to music he only heard in his mind, in the middle of your apartment while waiting for you.

           "Alright, I'm ready." You stated and in no time, he was dragging you out in a flurry.

           While he was driving, you found yourself extremely amused by his clearly cheerful mood. He drummed on your leg to the beat of the songs in his "Favorites" playlist and sang along, quite well surprisingly. You smiled as you took in the comfortable and pleasant drive, enjoying the soothing sound of his voice laced with music.

           Then an anime song came on and you groaned.

           "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is with that groan?" He shut off the music and looked offended.

           "I just don't get the literary value of anime and manhwa is all." You shrugged. "You're always giggling at it with Mr. Park at work too."

           "LITERARY VALUE? There is SO much literary value!"

           "Yeah...with a story about ninjas? Or that pirate that has those super stretchable arms?"

           Jungkook clutched his chest dramatically. "It teaches us to believe in our dreams, Y/N! How could you disrespect that?"

           You rolled your eyes. "There are hardly words in the books though."

           "It's ART." he emphasized. "I'm going to make you read one, and I'll guarantee you'll be a fan."

           You shook your head. "I don't know."

           "Trust me. Reading them has changed my life and shaped me into the man I am today." he stated firmly. "You must read it or even watch one."

           You looked at him, amused. "Like teaching you how to interact with girls?"

           He glared at you. "Kill joy."

           You grabbed his hand before he could pull it away from your leg and intertwined your fingers with his, trying to appease him. "I'm just saying we could have different opinions on literature."

           "And I'm just saying you should try it before you diss it." he retorted.

           "Fair enough." You hummed.

           His face immediately lit up.

           "But give me a few choices and I'll choose which appeals to me the most. I don't trust your opinion of what I'd like."

           He huffed. "Fine."

           "Now, can we get back to jamming to music?"

           "You started it." he pouted as he turned his playlist back on.

           You giggled.

           Once you arrived at the bowling alley, you two stepped out of the car and while you were admiring the large building, Jungkook was grabbing his personal ball and bowling shoes from the back. He reached out for your hand and you took it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. When did you two develop this habit? Had it always been like this?

           "You know, I've been thinking..." you hummed.

           "About how awesome I am?" Jungkook teased.

           You rolled your eyes. "No, stupid. I was wondering if we were the same age?"

           Jungkook hummed. "Does it matter? Why? Want me to call you Noona?"

           Strangely, your body tingled at the sound of him calling you that.

           "No." you smirked. "I was wondering if I should be calling you Opp--"

           Your face slammed into his chest as he spun his body in front of you abruptly.

           "Ow. What the--"

           Jungkook tilted your chin up and his eyes stared at your with a piercingly dangerous glare. "Don't ever call me what you were about to say."

           Your heart began beating rapidly at his darkened irises; it was somewhat alluring and incredibly manly.

           "Oppa?" You pressed, and suddenly, your body was pulled against Jungkook's and his face dangerously close to yours. "Why not?"

           "Just don't." he threatened curtly, then let go, walking ahead of you, leaving you breathless at his invitingly aggressive and dominating aura that had just passed like a whirlwind.

           He turned his head back to you, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming?"

           You snapped out of your thoughts and hurried back to his side, storing the secret word that got Jungkook riled up in the recesses of your mind for future use.

           "Y/N! Jungkook!" The Receptionist beamed as you spotted her in front of the cash register, earning admiring glances from people who passed by her, as per usual. "Glad you made it!"

           "Jimin?" Jungkook questioned.

           "Bathroom." she chuckled. "I was just getting the best alley from this lovely gentleman over here."

           The young staff member behind the counter blushed as she smiled at him. Jungkook snorted and shook his head.

           "Still as charming as ever, Noona."

           The Receptionist grinned and winked at the two of them playfully.

           "Y/N! Kookie!!!" Jimin hurriedly rushed towards them with his arms wide.

           You side stepped from his trajectory so he wasn't able to embrace you, causing Jimin to pout cutely. Embarrassed, he clung onto Jungkook instead.

           "Hyung." Jungkook tried to shake him off. "Your softness is showing."

           "So?" Jimin giggled.

           You smiled as you watched the adorable height difference between the two.

           "Hey! Sorry we're a little late. We had to stop by my apartment to get clothes." Silver arrived shortly after.

           "I don't know why you aren't living together yet." Jimin shook his head. "Hoseok's moving too slow."

           The Receptionist knocked on Jimin's head. "FYI, we don't live together either. You just welcome yourself to my house whenever you want."

           "Eh." Jimin shrugged. "Think of it as investing in 2 homes."

           She rolled her eyes.

           "Have we gotten shoes and stuff yet?" Hoseok hurriedly joined the group with a bright smile.

           "Wh-what size?" the staff member stammered, probably insanely stunned to have so many attractive people in one place.

           "Mmm..." the Receptionist hummed as she leaned over to read the shoe sizes better.

           You walked over and covered her cleavage with your hands nonchalantly. Everyone blinked at you and started cracking up. The Receptionist patted your head endearingly.

           "Thanks Y/N."

           "I told you not to wear that shirt." Jimin teased his girlfriend.

           "That's exactly why I wore it." she grinned.

           Jimin gripped her waist, "They should be for my eyes only."

           "Well your eyes are in the alley too so..." she smirked.

           Jimin chuckled and they kissed sweetly. You averted your eyes awkwardly and hurriedly told the staff member your shoe size. But your sights then landed to Hoseok fixing Silver's hair with the gentlest, most loving look on his face.

           Maybe a triple date was a bad idea.

           You weren't sure how to act when the other two real couples were being lovey-dovey. You glanced around to find Jungkook eye-ing the menu of the snack bar, since he didn't need his own shoes. You grabbed your bowling shoes and hurried over to him, wanting to escape the atmosphere of love you were being surrounded by.

           "Hungry again?" You questioned.

           His eyes continued to scan the list, not needing to see you to recognize your voice.

           "Always."

           You chuckled. "Have you gone out with them before?"

           "Yeah. Awkward, isn't it?" Jungkook snorted as he glanced over at the two couples, still chatting closely with each other. He smiled softly though. "But it's nice."

           "Nice?"

           Jungkook hummed. "Being completely comfortable and in love without another person, and knowing they feel the same."

           You watched Jungkook, slightly taken aback by the gentleness of his tone. He stepped forward and began ordering, his eyes downcast since his cashier was a female. You smiled at him endearingly.

           "Want anything, Y/N?" his head turned and you two locked eyes, surprisingly.

           You didn't mean to get caught staring at him. You blinked and looked away, flustered.

           "Mmm I'm okay..." you mumbled.

           "Make that two." he smiled at the cashier shyly and handed her his card.

           You blushed. "I said I was okay."

           "Yeah, but when you say that, it means 'I don't want you to pay for me, but I'm actually hungry'." he wagged his finger at you. "I know you, Y/N."

           You chuckled, "Thanks."

           "This is where you two were." The others finally joined you.

           "Usually people eat in the middle of their matches." Hoseok commented.

           "Champions eat before their matches." Jungkook teased.

           "Oh? You think you'll win, huh?" Jimin provoked.

           "He has his own ball and everything." You patted the bag proudly. "And if I recall Mr. Park, you weren't so good at games during the company parties."

           Jimin huffed as the others cackled at the true statement.

           "Can you please not call me Mr. Park outside of work, Y/N?"

           "Sorry, habit." You shrugged nonchalantly.

           "Seriously." he shook his head. "Well we'll head over to the end lane over there and get started."

           "Sure thing." You nodded. "We'll be there soon."

           "It's couple teams. We'll combine the final scores together at the end." Silver stated as you and Jungkook arrived with your food. "Hope you two don't mind!"

           You shook your head. "I haven't really played in awhile so it'll even us out."

           "Winning couple chooses a couple for a punishment of their choice!" Jimin called out.

           "You're on!" Jungkook rolled up his sleeves.

           "Oh! Not fair! Put those away!" Hoseok complained.

           "Put what away?" Jungkook smirked as he tensed his forearms teasingly.

           "Your terrifying muscles, you handsome child!" Jimin chuckled as he rubbed the back of Jungkook's neck affectionately.

           "I play better like this." he grinned.

           "Then you HAVE to roll it down!" Jimin tried to pull Jungkook's sleeves down playfully, but the younger curled his arm up to trap Jimin's hands between his bicep and forearm.

           "This kind of a turn on." Jimin wiggled his eyebrows as he squeezed Jungkook's muscles, causing Jungkook to release him and position himself behind you, using you as a shield against Jimin's antics.

           "Now, now." Receptionist stepped in the middle. "Are we all just going to flirt all day or are we going to actually compete?"

           "As you wish, milady ~" Jimin grinned and gestured for her to bowl first. "Start us off."

           "With pleasure." Receptionist smirked, and easily, rolled the bowling ball down the center with a polished posture. Without warning, the bowl crashed in the center, pushing all the pins to the ground with a loud, booming sound.

           "Oh. Did I mention she was on a team in middle school, all through highschool? And played with some pros in college?" Jimin stuck his tongue out.

           "You mean dated ~ some professional bowlers in college?" Hoseok chuckled. "But essentially you could say she played with them."

           Receptionist snorted as she grabbed another ball. "Good one, Hobi."

           Jimin exhaled, "I try to forget she dated anyone but me."

           Receptionist rolled her eyes, "Why? So you could forget how stupid you were all those years?"

           "Hey! You were stupid too!" Jimin complained.

           "You both STILL are!" Hoseok bellowed.

           You, Silver, and Jungkook glanced at each other and giggled at their clearly close friendship.

           When it was Jimin's turn, as everyone predicted, he wasn't as good as he claimed to be. He did manage to hit some pins, but one of his throws always ended up in the gutter or the space between pins. Hoseok, on the other hand, was surprisingly good. Although he was nervous and hesitant walking up the alley, his throws accurately glided straight. Silver was pretty good as well. And as you expected, Jungkook managed to get a spare in his first frame.

           So when it came to your turn, you nervously picked up the ball you had chosen and chucked it as hard as you could across the floor. The others flinched and a few of the strangers nearby glanced over curiously. You bit your lip, irritated, when your ball spiraled into the gutter.

           Jungkook snorted. "Seriously?"

           You glared at him and picked up another ball, determined to hit a few pins this time. You eased up your swing and your ball stayed on the lane so you watched it in anticipation, but right before it reached the pins, it curved back into the gutter.

           Jimin cracked up loudly, "You're worse than ME, Y/N!"

           You grumbled and you could see Jungkook ruffling his hair, a little annoyed.

           "You should've told me you weren't good." he mumbled.

           "I said I haven't played in a while." you hissed.

           "You're bowling like you've never played at all." he commented.

           You curled your fingers angrily, trying to bite your tongue, and sat beside Receptionist instead of Jungkook.

           Everyone continued to progress in the next frame, getting the hang of the game, while you consistently continued feeding your throws into the gutter.

           "You're so generous." Jungkook rolled his eyes as he muttered under his breath.

           "You got something to say Jungkook, huh?" you snapped, having enough of his underhanded comments.

           "You're not doing it right!" Jungkook pointed at you.

           "I'm doing it how I want!" You huffed, angered by his annoying comments.

           "You're not even hitting any pins!"

           "I'll SHOW you hitting pins!"

           "PLEASE. Please show me how you hit pins cause at this rate it's like I'm playing this lane alone with the gutter."

           You glared at him threateningly, but he puffed his chest out defiantly.

           "What? What, shrimp?"

           You growled and kicked his shin before chucking the ball angrily down the lane. You turned to finish expressing your frustration towards him, when you spotted everyone frozen where they were. Jungkook was clinging onto his pained leg with wide eyes as everyone watched your ball slide straightly down the center in shock. You spun around just in time to spot your ball crash accurately into the center pin and knock down all the pins.

           "Oh my god." You gasped excitedly.

           "STRIKE!" Jungkook rushed to you and lifted you up in a warm, proud spinning embrace. "YOU GOT A STRIKE!"

           You laughed loudly as you let him whirl you around, your anger dissipating into thin air.

           "Go piss her off again, Jungkook. She seems to bowl better that way." Jimin commented.

           You glared at him, but your boss merely grinned innocently.  

           When your next turn came, Jungkook skipped happily to retrieve a ball for you and exaggeratedly cleaned it for you. You giggled at his clear change in personality, now that you had a shot to catch up to the others. He then beckoned you to stand in front of him, which you obeyed. He handed you the ball and positioned himself behind you.

           "Do it like this." Jungkook guided your hand and placed his other gently on your shoulder. You relaxed at the softness in his voice compared to the past few rounds. He was really teaching you this time, so you nodded and followed his motion until the ball rolled out of your hands once again. It wasn't as accurate as last time, but it didn't end up in the gutter, which was definitely an improvement. You two grinned at each other, finally having fun with the game.

           However, no matter how greatly you improved in a few frames, Jimin and Receptionist ended up scoring the highest totals combined, thanks to Receptionist bowling a perfect game.

           "Sorry." You frowned, knowing Jungkook wasn't a fan of losing.

           His tensed muscles relaxed, hearing your genuine apology. He shook his head, smiling gently. "No, it's fine. I had fun. It's different playing by myself. I like playing with others."

           You rubbed his back gratefully.

           Just then, Jimin stood in front of you two with that mischievous grin of his, which never, ever meant anything good would come out of his mouth.

           "I choose you two to enact my punishment." he pointed.

           "What do you want us to do?" You blinked.

           "Kiss."

           "What?" Jungkook choked.

           "Kiss." Jimin shrugged. "You've been dating for a while, and you've done it...so do it."

           "R-right here?" Jungkook glanced around.

           "Right over there." Jimin gestured. "Right in front of our lane. Long enough for a good picture."

           Jungkook glanced over at you worriedly, but you nodded in agreement, not seeing the big deal.

           "We did agree to the terms. And we're not chicken enough to back down." You appeased.

           Jungkook chuckled and stood up. "It's just a kiss anyway. I thought you'd make us do worse, hyung."

           "What do you even take me for?" Jimin whined. "I practically raised you!"

           Your eyebrows went up. "Raised him?"

           Receptionist elbowed Jimin threateningly, and he chuckled nervously. "Well, I mean I've just known him for so long...you know."

           You snorted and positioned yourself in front of the alley with Jungkook. The other four were holding their phones up like it was the highlight of the century, embarrassingly hooting and hollering. You glanced up at Jungkook who was staring at you, waiting for you to express that you were okay for him to initiate. You smiled, and he moved forward, closing the distance with one step.

           Your heart raced with his proximity. It was different. Despite having kissed countless of times before, this time, there was no underlying lust, no desire to rip each other's clothes off, no clouded judgments, and no hunger. Unrushed and careful, Jungkook cupped your face. His fingertips grazing your cheeks sent tingles down your entire body, and butterflies to flutter around inside you. You stared at him in the moments of increasing tension, when your faces closed in, when no one dared to break the eye contact or connect lips just yet. Your breath catches in your throat, and you wondered what exactly this new sensation was and why it was happening.

           You glanced down at Jungkook's lips, finding yourself so drawn to them, then back at him. He was still looking at you intently. You shut your eyes and soon felt the familiar shape of his lips press against yours. It was subtly electrifying, and you found yourself saddened when it lasted only fleetingly. Your eyes fluttered open, his hands still caressing your face, and you read his expression of worry and confusion, wondering if that was enough or if...if you wanted more. Your body acted before your mind could think of an answer, and you found yourself parting your lips to capture Jungkook's with your own.

           The kiss wasn't needy. It wasn't even lovingly sweet. It was subtly intense, enough to make your head reel, enough to make you grip his sweater to pull him closer. You couldn't describe it. You couldn't describe how different kissing Jungkook like this was, and frankly, you weren't even sure if it was a good or bad different. It was passionate to a different degree.

           It was Jungkook who broke the heated kiss first; his hands covered yours over his chest, pulling back, eyes wide with astonishment. You stared back at him, stunned as well. It was only the sound of Jimin's voice that brought you two out of your own world.

           "Wow, that was some kiss. Woo!" he teasingly wiped an imaginary tear. "They grow up too fast."

           Jungkook sheepishly blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Shut up, hyung. Come on, Y/N."

           You still were a bit shaken up by the lingering feel of Jungkook's lips against yours, so you had zoned out from everyone's teasing. The feeling of Jungkook's hand in yours redirected you back to the situation and caused your heart to flutter.

           "Thanks for the fun time, you two." Silver hugged you and Jungkook warmly. "Let's definitely do it again next time! Girls versus boys."

           "I'm down." Receptionist smirked. "I'd like to cream Jimin."

           "What happened to always being a team?" Jimin shook his head, amused.

           "You always make ridiculous bets over bowling and use me!" she argued.

           "I'm being resourceful."

           She rolled her eyes. "Alright Mr. Resourceful, let's get home so I can get resourceful with you."

           Jimin smirked, "That sounds like a plan."

           The others groaned with the two cackled.

           "You staying over Hoseok's today?" Jungkook asked Silver.

           "Mhm." she smiled. "I've been wanting to watch 'Train to Busan' so I had to bribe him to watch it with me."

           "Should I ask what the bribe is?" Jungkook teased.

           Silver lightly smacked his shoulder. "It's just food, Jungkook!"

           "With some dessert?" Jungkook playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

           Silver blushed and continued smacking him.

           "Are you going home, Y/N? Or staying over Jungkook's place?" Hoseok questioned.

           "Oh um..." You blushed.

           "We're going to walk around still." Jungkook cut in. "We're still young with no bed time like you guys."

           "What was that?" Hoseok and Jimin lunged onto Jungkook, but the two were easily pulled into headlocks by the younger.

           "You were saying?" Jungkook cackled.

           "Alright, alright. Let's let the kids get on with their date." Silver ushered Jimin and Hoseok away. "Get home safely, okay?"

           "Bye!" You and Jungkook waved.

           "Did you let him know?" Jungkook questioned once they disappeared.

           "Yeah, when we were at the last frame." You replied softly.

           Jungkook yawned and stretched. "Wanna walk around outside then? Namjoon should be here soon."

           "Sure." You nodded.

           It was silent as you two stood outside, staring up at the night sky.

           "That was fun." You broke the ice, though you still felt remnants of jitters from your kiss punishment a few minutes ago.

           "Yeah." Jungkook smiled. "They're all fun to be with."

           "How long have you known them?"

           "Mmm well, I met Jimin and Receptionist first, then later Hoseok and Silver soon after. Maybe over a year now?"

           "Only? Wow. You got close really fast."

           "They made it really easy." Jungkook chuckled as he kicked some stones around. "I mean look how close we got in a few months."

           You smiled. "Yeah. You're right."

           "Y/N," Jungkook started, but a playful beeping interrupted him.

           "Hey." Namjoon pulled up in front of them.

           "Hey!" You grinned then turned to Jungkook. "Were you going to say something?"

           Jungkook shook his head. "Nothing. I forgot already. Get to his house safely." He bent down to peek into the car. "See ya, Namjoon."

           Namjoon smiled and waved. "Have a good night, Jungkook!"

           "You guys too." His eyes flickered between you and Namjoon as you took your seat in the passenger side.

           "See you Monday." You stuck your head out of the car. "Thanks for tonight."

           Jungkook nodded, his lips curling up slightly. "Bye Y/N."

           "Speed racer! Woo!" Namjoon yelled playfully.

           "Noooo! Joon!" You groaned as he revved his engine.

           Jungkook chuckled as he made his way to his car. He turned on his engine and waited until you and Namjoon disappeared. With a big sigh, he pressed the call button in his car.

           "Jungkook?"

           "Hey, can I come over?"

           "Aww yeah, of course. Want me to grab some drinks?"

           "That would be great." Jungkook smiled sadly as he put his car in gear.

           It was Monday morning again, and you hummed happily on your way to work, in high spirits from the fun weekend. However, your mood immediately dropped upon arriving at your office. You froze in front of your cubicle, finding it oddly unoccupied. You blinked and glanced around. Jungkook was always at work earlier than you.

           "Oh, your boyfriend called out for a few days. Apparently, there's a pretty big case he's helping out with." Silver appeared with her arms crossed. "Told me to let you know too."

           "Why didn't he just text me himself?" You furrowed your brow.

           Silver shrugged. "Men."

           "I heard that!" Hoseok yelled from his office.

           Silver giggled and walked away.

           You frowned, your mood shifting with your partner in crime's absence. Hurriedly, you texted him.

           Y/N: Why didn't you tell me?

           Jungkook: That?

           Y/N: You were going to be out?

           Jungkook: It was sudden. Sorry.

           You pouted at his distant tone, but you shook your head, attributing it to him being busy and all. He'd be back in a few days. You surely could give him his space. Glancing over at his side of the desk, you exhaled. When did his presence fill up the room and complete your day?

           But even when Jungkook returned to work a few days later, he was different. He fooled around with you less. He spoke to you less. It felt like when you two had first met, when he was terrified to speak to women.

           "Jungkook." you called.

           "Hm?"

           "You want lunch?" You questioned meekly, wondering why you were so nervous to speak to him nowadays.

           "I'm okay. Not too hungry." he hummed softly.

           You pursed your lips, wondering if you should ask him what was going on, or leave him alone. But before you could say anything, he got up from his chair abruptly.

           "Jimin said he wanted to talk to me." he stated, averting his eyes from you noticeably, a habit you knew he did when he was lying.

           You grabbed his arm. "Jungkook, what's going on? Why're you avoiding me?"

           He pulled his arm out of your grip. "I'm not."

           "You are." You frowned. "You won't talk to me like before."

           "I...I just have a lot on my mind, okay?" he sighed and glanced at you forwardly. You saw a sort of worried, sad look in his eyes that you couldn't exactly pinpoint.

           "Women troubles?" you questioned playfully.

           He exhaled and walked away without another word, leaving you to stare at his large, muscular back, wondering what had caused a rift between you two or if you were just over-thinking.

           "And like...he hasn't even talked to me since bowling!" You complained as Namjoon heated up some leftovers for dinner.

           You had basically been living with Namjoon the past few days. You didn't mean to, but he continuously offered to take you home after work, and well, you hardly felt like leaving him when you were finally together. So the past few nights always ended up with you two locking lips all the way to his apartment, through the door, and onto the nearest surface you two could get comfortable on.

           And tonight was no different.

           You sat at his kitchen counter, simply donning the button up Namjoon had worn when he picked you up.

           "Y/N. Guys don't talk out their problems right away like girls do." Namjoon chuckled.

           "Well...I don't really. I usually find a solution on my own."

           "Okay, then think of Jungkook as doing the same thing." he shrugged. "Why is it bothering you?"

           You hummed, "I guess I just feel like I did something wrong, so I want to solve it if it is the case."

           "That's it?" Namjoon handed you chopsticks.

           "Yeah." You took a bit of the leftovers, starving after a full day of work, and the activities you had just done with Namjoon. "How was your day?"

           "Busy, as usual." Namjoon smiled as he grabbed the plate. "Let's go to the couch."

           "Sure." you grinned, knowing what he meant by that.

           You sat on his lap as you two ate. Well, as you ate more so. Namjoon was busy leaving traces of his lips against the skin of your neck, like he hadn't had enough of you yet. It made you giddy, the thought of him being addicted to you.

           You giggled, "Joon, I'm eating."

           He bit your neck playfully. "So am I."

           "Wanna share?" You smirked playfully, as you purposely left a piece of your food between your lips.

           "Do you have to ask?" he hummed as you shifted to straddle him, getting wet all over again.

           He bit your lip and easily cleaned the remnants of food off.

           "Still hungry?" he whispered against your mouth. Tension was rising between you once more.

           You slowly placed the plate on the coffee table, wanting to keep him waiting for your answer, knowing he was anticipating it.

           "For something else, yes." You licked your lips, and you felt his cock twitch underneath you.

           "Before we do that," he traced your cheeks gently. "I have to tell you something."

           "What?" You glanced up at him. Namjoon never really told you anything first. You would only ever find out things if you questioned him about it.  

           "I'm leaving Seoul in a few days."

           Your heart dropped at the confession, but you weren't surprised. You had a feeling it was going to come soon. Namjoon had stayed longer than you or anyone thought he would. He tilted your chin up and studied your expression closely.

           "I have to go back and finally take over my company." he smiled. "Been on a break for too long."

           You chuckled. "I guess that's kind of important."

           He glossed his thumb over your swollen lips. "I just wanted to tell you in advance that our lessons are going to be ending soon."

           You looked down, not knowing how to react to this news. You knew Namjoon was still watching you intently, waiting for your reply. Your hands slid over his exposed torso, and around his neck.

           "Then shouldn't you make a final assessment?" You whispered as boldly and as flirtatiously as you could.

           Namjoon grinned. "Let's see what you got, babygirl."

           And immediately, you crashed your lips against his, wanting to forget that he was going to be far from you once again, wanting to make each moment you had left with him last.

           Namjoon hurriedly ripped open the only piece of cloth standing between his hands and your bare body.

           "Joon! That's your shirt!" Your eyes widened.

           "I can always buy more." he breathily replied as he connected his lips back against your neck while his hands roamed your breasts and your ass, smoothing over every inch of your skin. You were sure you had soaked his sweatpants at this point, but the bulge that was rubbing against your core showed you that he could care less.

           "Namjoon." You moaned.

           "Hm." he hummed as you leaned back, your body letting him know you wanted his mouth elsewhere. He obliged, closing his mouth around your nipple, sucking and licking with vigor.

           You carded your hands through his hair to push his face closer to your breasts, wanting him to take all of you, to please you the way you knew he could. But then the thought that this might be the last time you would be with him intimately flashed through your mind, and you unlatched yourself from him.

           "Wha--"

           Before he could finish his sentence, you were on your knees and tugging at his sweatpants pleadingly. His eyes turned dark as he lifted himself off the couch so you could pull them down. You admired him as he kicked them away, but you spared no time after, grabbing his length and coating it with his pre-cum. He groaned and threw his head back.

           "I told you I was hungry for something else." You licked your lips as you stared up at him.

           "Do it, baby. I want to see how prettily you take me." he ordered.

           Maintaining eye contact, you took him inside you, swirling your tongue across his veins, then slowly around his tip as you bobbed your head up and down.

           "Ah fuck." he moaned as he clutched your hair to push you forward faster than you were going.

           And you let him, wanting to please him how he wanted, enjoying the way his cock was hitting the back of your throat, filling your mouth up. Imagining him deep inside you elsewhere heightened your burning need. Luckily, Namjoon seemed to be on the same train of thought and he tugged your hair back to pull you away from him. You gasped for air.

           "Lean against the table." he ordered and you scrambled up to get into position, hands gripping the edge of the table. "Legs wide, princess."

           Eagerly, you did so, and in no time, felt his slender fingers enter you. You groaned and tightened your grip to keep you sane. Then he slapped your ass, the stinging stimulating more.

           "Bend over more. I want to see you."

           You leaned over, breasts on the glass table so he could get a better view of your core and the way his fingers disappeared inside you.

           "Beautiful." he hummed. "How wet you are for me."

           "I need you." you whispered.

           "I know, baby. You have to be patient. Let me admire you."

           You whined as he added another finger inside you.

           "Rub your breasts against that cold glass." he ordered.

           "O-okay." you stammered, lifting up a bit so that your nipples lightly grazed the cool surface. Oddly enough, it felt amazingly good. You shivered at the sensation.

           "Rub." he commanded.

           You circled your torso around, stimulating yourself while he pushed his fingers in and out of you, curling them in at random times to hit your g-spot. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming right away.

           "Scream for me, baby girl. You know I love it when you're loud." he whispered as he bit your tender ass, still red from his previous slap.

           "Oh my goodness. That feels so good." You breathed as you continued to circle your nipples against the table.

           "Your nipples are so sensitive." he grinned. "Would you rather my tongue was on them?"

           "Y-yes."

           "Would you rather my tongue be on your nipples or inside you?"

           You felt yourself drench at the thought of both.

           "Should I just do both?" he smirked, feeling the way you had clenched around his fingers at his suggestion. "Or something completely different?"

           "Wha-?"

           Namjoon stood up and went to reach for the lamp to turn off the light, but he ended up pushing it over and causing it to fall, getting unplugged in the process. "Don't worry, it's not glass. I've broken too many."

           You giggled then stopped when you realized that now you were in complete darkness. The hairs on your body stood on edge as you felt a single finger trace your spine.

           "Now," you felt his breath against your ear. "Where should I please you?"

           You shivered as you felt his cock line up against your rear.

           "Here?" he whispered.

           You moaned as you felt him fiddle with your nipple.

           "Here?"

           Then you felt him lick a strip against the side of your neck. "Or would you rather have my tongue?"

           "Any." You stated, more desperately than you had intended, surprised at your own voice.

           "All three it is then."

           In no time, Namjoon's length was drilling inside you, his hands attacking your breasts, and his mouth working your neck roughly. You screamed at the intense pleasure.

           "Scream more, baby."

           "Please don't stop. Keep going. Keep going." You begged.

           Namjoon grunted as he slammed his hips forward, his skin making loud contact with your ass. You were reaching your high slowly as his roughness continued, and you thought you were going to cum, but he suddenly stopped.

           "Namjoon?" you breathed needily, wondering where he was.

           "On the couch."

           The light came on.

           "I wanna see how you look above me." his eyes twinkled as he was placing the lamp back on the table.

           You nodded, watching as his naked figure laid down on his couch with ease, but his hardened length displayed that he was anything but relaxed. Slowly, you walked towards him, enjoying the way his eyes roamed your body as you came closer. You saw him hold his breath as you straddled him, and without warning you sat down quickly, both of you tensing up at the sudden movement.

           "Damn that feels good." he groaned as he gripped your hips. "Lean forward."

           You did so and allowed him to take your breast into his mouth, the other being given attention by his hand. And you pushed yourself into his cock, deeply, and in harsh strokes, pulling out and forcing him to hit you right in your g-spot. He hummed against your nipple before abandoning it to place both hands on your hips so he could buck up into you with leverage. You groaned and kissed him passionately, overwhelmed with all the sensations you were feeling in the moment. He welcomed your lips and reciprocated just as sloppily and roughly.

           Skin against skin. Moan versus moan. Your nails clawed down the expanse of his torso while his, marked your hips. It was all so needy, so raw. And in no time, you were yelling, reaching your high intensely, your body spluttering as he continued to push into you. Soon after you, he came as well.

           You lay against his broad chest, trying to catch your breath, listening to his heart beating rapidly. He stroked your hair softly and kissed the top of your head.

           "That was amazing, Y/N."

           You smiled sadly, but tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I learned from the best."

           He chuckled as he enveloped you in his arms.

           "Goddamit Jungkook. He never answers me!"

           You slammed your phone against your table. You had been trying to reach out to Jungkook the entire day to ask him for advice and just to catch up with him. You missed him in your life and you really needed him, in lieu of Namjoon's impending departure.

           You paced around your apartment, staring at your phone waiting for Jungkook's name to pop up, as you had done the past few days following the bowling date.

           But as usual, it never came.

           You glanced at the time and decided to go to the one place where you knew he couldn't run away from you. Hurriedly, you grabbed your mask and stormed out of your apartment to Club Masquerade.

           "He's free, right?" You panted as you barged into the Club.

           "Uh yeah. His usual room." Receptionist was visibly stunned to see you there.

           "The whole hour, please."

           "Uh sure, but he might not want--"

           "I don't give a crap what he wants." You hissed as you marched towards his usual room.

           Jungkook was lying down, trying to get a nap in before his next client, when the door flung open, startling him.

           "What the--" he sat up frantically. "Y/N, what're you doing here?"

           "I came to buy your fucking time." You growled as you chucked down your card at his feet, and without realizing it, you had grabbed his face and kissed him.

           At first you were both stunned, awkwardly pressing your lips against each other, neither of you moving. Your heart was hammering against your chest, wondering why your body had reacted like this, and terrified that he was going to push you away. But your worries disappeared, when his hands slipped up to cup your cheek and he parted your lips with his to deepen the kiss.

           He broke the kiss a few minutes later and stared at you, waiting for you to explain yourself. You blushed, and averted your eyes.

           "What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned.

           "Why the hell aren't you answering me?"

           "I've been busy!" he retorted.

           "And at work? Why won't you talk to me like before?" You pointed.

           "Cause I'm swamped, Y/N! What do you want me to say?" he yelled.

           "I just want you to be Jungkook again." You frowned as you slammed your hand against his chest lightly. "I miss you."

           His body relaxed at your confession, and he whispered. "Why?"

           "Why, what?"

           "Why do you miss me?"

           You glanced up at him, and he was genuinely questioning you.

           "Cause you're the asshole I'm used to having around." You smiled wryly. "And I'm so pissed off that I feel like I did something to make you distant. I don't want to lose you; you're like my closest friend."

           Jungkook exhaled and looked away. "You won't lose me. You know exactly where to find me."

           "But it's not the same!" You bellowed.

           "Why are you being such a baby?" Jungkook stood up and yelled. "Take your stupid card and go home. You have someone else waiting for you."

           "What the fuck? I'm here for you, Jungkook! Tell me what's happening with you, with us?"

           "You tell ME, Y/N." he bellowed.

           You fell silent.

           "What do you mean?"

           "Please go." he exhaled as he walked to the door.

           "No." You stated defiantly.

           "Get. Out." Jungkook gritted his teeth.

           "I said no." You marched to him, daringly. How was it that you could always be bold when it came to Jungkook?

           "Y/N." he threatened.

           "What, Oppa?" You provoked.

           You saw the edges of his lips twitch. He cracked his neck, visibly irked.

           "I told you not to call me that."

           "Op-pa." You teased, poking his chest rebelliously.

           He grabbed your hand swiftly and pressed you against the wall, with a dangerous, dark expression on his face.

           "Stop, or else."

           "Or else what...Oppa?" you smirked.

           He growled, "You'll regret it."

           "Try me." You challenged. "Op--"

           Before you could finish, he slammed his lips against yours hungrily. You immediately melted into him even though it had been awhile since you were intimate with Jungkook. It felt unfamiliarly familiar. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, but he grabbed and pressed them against the wall harshly. You gasped as he bit your lower lip, his nails digging into your wrist.

           "I told you not to call me that, sweetheart." he hissed.

           You shivered at the impending dark side you had just unleashed, but you wanted to see it, you wanted to feel him. In any way possible, for some reason, you wanted Jungkook to be near you, to be concentrating on only you. You leaned forward and flicked your tongue inside his mouth, causing him to moan at your aggressiveness. But he soon dominated your tongue with his, causing your knees to buckle when his tongue swiped across your lips.

           Then he was gone.

           Your eyes fluttered open to see him staring at you. You suddenly felt very conscious about your disheveled appearance, not having spared time to do your hair and make-up in your hurry to get to the Club.

           "Strip."

           The order hung thick between you two. It was concise, to the point, causing your heart to gallop inside your chest. Nervously, you began removing your clothes until you were only in your mismatched bra and underwear. You saw him smirk as he circled you like a prey.

           "Stop just staring, Jung--"

           "Nochu." he corrected.

           "Sorry." You bit your lip.

           "Why is my staring bothering you?" he hummed.

           "I just...I didn't...well I didn't think this through..." you stated nervously. Why were you losing your cool? Jungkook had already seen you like this countless of times before.

           "Would you like to stop?" he questioned lightly as he pressed butterfly kisses across your shoulders.

           "No." You breathed. "I don't."

           "Then I told you to strip." he hissed as he pulled at the waistband of your panties. "And here you are, still wearing clothes."

           You licked your lips as he stepped away to watch you once again, with lust-filled irises. Heart still racing, you pulled down the straps of your bra and since it was a front clasp, you traced the edge of your breasts until it got to the opening. You glanced over at Jungkook who was leaning against the wall, eyes still fixated on you. Then you clicked the clasp, slowly pulling your arms out and throwing your bra towards Jungkook invitingly. You reveled in the way his eyes ravaged your body, undressing you as you physically did so. Then soon enough, your underwear followed.

           "Now strip me." He ordered.

           You gulped. "Wh-what?"

           He smirked. "Nervous?"

           "No." You tried to sound unfazed as you walked towards him, trying not to think about how attractive you thought his chiseled muscles were for as long as you had known him, trying not to get drawn into the annoying yet alluring little smirk of his, with that irritatingly adorable mole under his lip.

           "Then do it." he challenged.

           Your hands reached out to unbutton his shirt, finding that he was bare already underneath it. You swallowed roughly as you pulled the cloth down his arms, discarding it to the side. Mindlessly, you traced the clearly formed lines on his abdomen, his stomach tensing at the coldness of your fingers against his warm skin.

           He grabbed your hand and moved it to his belt. Licking your lips, you unbuckled his belt and zipped his slacks, leaving him in his boxers. When you reached for them, he stopped your hand.

           "These stay on...for now." he chuckled mischievously. "Lay down over there."

           You nodded and made your way to the sea of pillows to get comfortable. Your mind reeling with anticipation at not knowing what Jungkook was thinking.

           "Follow all my commands and I'll reward you." he whispered as he traced your cheek gently.

           You nodded, your words stuck in your throat at this new, rough and rugged persona you were witnessing.

           Jungkook grabbed a chair and positioned it in front of you, getting a good view of your leaking entrance.

           "Please yourself." he stated.

           "What?" Your eyes widened.

           "Touch yourself." he urged.

           You blushed. "Wh-where?"

           "Lick your fingers." he commanded. "Circle that around your nipple with one hand. The other hand goes inside you."

           Nervously yet excitedly, you obeyed, pleasuring yourself as he had instructed. The fact that you had an audience heightened the stimulation and exhilaration of your actions. You closed your eyes and moaned, imagining that your fingers were Jungkook's, wishing his long, thick fingers could replace yours. But you were too afraid to speak up, and frankly, you also wanted to know what else he had in store.

           "Add another finger."

           The instruction broke your imagination, and your eyes opened to find Jungkook palming himself to the sight of you. You bit your lip and moaned at the vision. You wanted him close. You wanted him to be the one touching you. This was agonizing, yet you obeyed and added another finger inside you. Your thumb played with your clit for the added stimulation you needed.

           "Did I say you could do that with your thumb?" he threatened.

           Your hand stilled at his authoritative tone. You had no idea he had such a commanding presence, but then again, if you hadn't met Nochu first, you surely wouldn't have thought Jungkook was capable of being such a fantastic lover in bed.

           "You're not allowed to cum until I say so." he hissed.

           You whined as you continued to push your fingers inside of you, wanting a release so bad but torn between begging for Jungkook to be the one to bring you that pleasure instead and following what he wanted.

           "Nochu." you breathed.

           "Yes?"

           "I-I need you."

           "Well, babe." he smirked. "You'll just have to be a good girl before I give you your prize. You've disobeyed me so you have to earn it."

           Your body warmed, wanting so bad for him to touch you, to press his body against yours. Then he worsened your need by peeling off his boxers, his deliciously glistening cock springing up. You stared at it hungrily as you imagined your fingers were his length.

           "Want a taste?" he chuckled, noticing your ravenous stare.

           "Please." You breathed, slightly ashamed that you were being so submissive to Jungkook. You had prided yourself in not giving in to him so easily.

           "Since you asked so nicely." he walked over to you and stood closer to your face.

           You flicked your tongue out for a taste, but that was all you got. Jungkook knelt down and kissed you, tasting himself against your tongue. You pushed forward to press yourself against him, but he quickly unlatched himself, returning to his chair.

           "You got your taste, and I got mine."

           "Jungkook please." You were beyond desperate now. "Let me."

           He glanced down at his length. "You want more?"

           "Please." You begged. You no longer cared that he could possibly tease you for this afterwards. You wanted him so bad, it was hurting you. Not being able to touch him without restraints was more agonizing than having restraints on. It was mentally exhausting, and your control was crumbling quickly.

           "Come here then." he beckoned you over smugly as he spread his legs while sitting against the chair. "Crawl."

           You got on all fours and made your way to him shyly.

           "Go ahead." he gestured down to his cock, and you wasted no time, covering his length with your mouth hungrily. He groaned. After you bobbed three times, he pulled your hair up to stop you. You looked at him, desperately.

           "Up." he demanded.

           You stood up, and he did too. Ever so lightly, he caressed your shoulders, your collarbones, and traced a line down your chest to hover right in front of your clit. You held your breath, praying he would finally touch you and ease your raging need. He swiped once against your clit then sucked on his finger.

           And that was your breaking point.

           "I have had enough of your shit, Nochu." You growled as you pushed him roughly down into the chair.

           He smirked. "Are you going to teach me a few things...Noona?"

           Your body tingled at the sound of him calling you that.

           "Two can play at this game, don't you think?" he whispered into the shell of your ear. "I know you got turned on when I called you that."

           "I'm your client." You stated slowly.

           "Yes." he hummed, knowing what you were about to request.

           "So you do everything I request?"

           "I'm contracted to."

           Your heart bounced around inside your chest. "Call me Noona again."

           "Noona." he whispered.

           You straddled him and he grabbed your hips welcomingly.

           "Be submissive for me." You requested.

           "As you wish." he smiled then kissed your lips before changing personas. His voice was now breathy, whiny, and unsure. "Noona...teach me how you like it."

           You had to recollect yourself because the pleading way he had said that truly had you leaking on his lap. Who knew that this would be one of your weaknesses?

           "Like this?" Jungkook inserted a finger into you, and you groaned at finally feeling him inside you.

           "Y-yes. Like that."

           "What do I do now, Noona?"

           You pressed your forehead onto his shoulder, not knowing how much longer you could hold it. "Push in as deep as you can."

           Jungkook did so.

           "Faster."

           "Like this?" Jungkook purposely didn't speed up to keep up the role-play.

           "No." You grabbed his wrist and guided him to the speed you wanted, your entire body was on fire. You knew you could've orgasmed with his finger alone, but you were trying to last longer for your pride. You helped Jungkook push his fingers inside you, watching them disappear and reappear in awe. But you came back to your senses and pulled him out of you.

           "Let Noona help you with this." You stroked his length, causing him to groan roughly.  

           "N-noona..." Jungkook moaned, writhing underneath you.

           "Shh...." You cooed as you lined him up with your entrance. "I'll do all the work. Be a good boy."

           You slowly pushed yourself down, letting him fill you to the brim. Both of you tensed up at finally being in this position.

           "I feel like I'm already going to cum." You confessed, gripping his shoulders.

           "What happened to doing all the work?" Jungkook teased.

           "Shut up. It's cause of all your foreplay." You exhaled, trying to keep your cool so you didn't orgasm right then and there.

           Jungkook chuckled. "And your Noona kink ~"

           "Let's not mention that right now--whoa!"

           Jungkook had lifted you up while he was still inside you and slowly, positioned you both against the pillows.

           "How about I take it from here, baby?" he smirked.

           "I...I won't last long." You covered your face, ashamed.

           Jungkook laughed, "Hey, I'm not the Golden Host for nothing."

           "Fuck you." you glared.

           "With pleasure." he stuck his tongue out as he bucked into you.

           You groaned loudly, trying to reach for any part of his body to keep you sane. Jungkook leaned down and captured your lips to appease you while he steadily drilled into you until your body was shaking uncontrollably from your high. You were a heaving mess as he pulled out of you, still hard. You felt terrible, and was about to offer your assistance when a knock was heard at his door.

           "Y/N?"

           You and Jungkook stared at each other with wide eyes.

           It was Namjoon's voice.

           "What do I do?" you mouthed.

           Jungkook pointed at your naked body and rolled his eyes.

           "Right." You both shuffled around to gather your clothes.

           "Y/N?" he called out again.

           "Uh yeah. Gimme a sec." You winced, knowing that gave a clear indication of what you had been up to.

           "Alright. I can take you home or my place if you want."

           "What's he doing here?" Jungkook questioned.

           "Oh he owns the place." You stated.

           "He WHAT?" Jungkook yelled and you hurriedly covered his mouth. "Then he's MON??"

           "Shhhh!" you hissed.

           "Receptionist told me you were with Nochu." Namjoon continued.

           "Does he know Nochu is me?" Jungkook whispered.

           You shook your head.

           "Oh. Well then, invite him in." Jungkook shrugged and stood up tall, flexing his muscles. "Let's see who's better."

           "No!" You groaned and smacked him. "Help me clean up!"

           Jungkook exhaled and grabbed a few towels, helping you wipe yourself as you threw on your bra and shirt.

           "How's my hair? Do I look like I just got fucked?"

           Jungkook stared at you and laughed. "Yeah, you got fucked pretty good."

           You rolled your eyes and shoved him.

           Suddenly, a phone rang audibly from behind the door.

           "Oh. I gotta take this, Y/N. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Don't go anywhere. I can take you home."

           You relaxed as you heard his footsteps disappear. Jungkook handed you the rest of your clothes then went to attend to his own.

           "You okay?" you pointed to his bulge.

           "Yeah." he snorted. "But my next client won't be."

           You chuckled. "Bless her soul."

           He smirked. "That impressive, huh?"

           You chucked a pillow at him.

           "So to what did I owe the pleasure of your company?" Jungkook knelt down and helped fix your hair up a bit.  

           You exhaled. "Well one, I wanted things to be okay with us again."

           Jungkook nodded for her to continue.

           "And second, Namjoon told me that he was leaving in a few days."

           Jungkook fell silent for a few seconds.

           "And what does that have to do with me?"

           "I well...I wanted advice. I'm not exactly sure how I'm feeling about it." You bit your lip.

           "Are you sad?"

           "Kind of?"

           "Only kind of?"

           "Well, I kind of knew it was coming..."

           "Well you should still be sad your crush is leaving."

           "He said that my lessons with him had to end...so maybe he doesn't want to see me anymore."

           "Orrr...." Jungkook stared at you intently. "he thinks it's an opportunity for it to not be lessons anymore and for you two be the real thing."

           You studied Jungkook's eyes as he said that, wondering if he was serious or joking, if he was talking about Namjoon or...

           He sighed and ruffled his hair. "Look, my advice would be to just confess to him instead of regretting it again like all those years ago. You need an answer regardless, and the only way you'll know is if you ask. Kind of like how you pushed me to just talk to girls. They're still terrifying, but less so after I just take that first step."

           You smiled, thinking about his progress.

           "Most guys won't know your feelings unless you tell them directly." He patted your head. "So just tell him. We only started pretending to date so you could become more experienced and mature to get Namjoon to take you seriously, right? So now that you are, go and do what you set out to do."

           "Thank you." You grabbed Jungkook's hand gratefully. "Are we okay?"

           Jungkook's lips curled as he squeezed your hand. "Let's end this learning module now, okay? Between us."

           Your heart panged at his words for some reason.

           "I promise I'll answer from now on if you need advice from the male perspective, but let's just be clear about where we stand now. Let's stop with the lessons too."

           You nodded, knowing he was being reasonable. You couldn't start something serious with Namjoon if you were still fooling around with Jungkook on the side. It was time to fly without having him to fall back on and teach you.

           "Friends?" You smiled.

           Jungkook hesitated and nodded. "Sure, friends."

           "Well, I'm gonna go then. He should be done with the call now." You began walking backwards, feeling a little sad parting from him.

           "Good luck." he waved his hand lightly.

           "Jungkook." You whispered, not feeling right calling him by his Club name.

           "Yeah?"

           You outstretched your hand once again, and he took it.

           "Just for the record, you're fine just the way you are."

           "Y/N." Jungkook chuckled, mimicking your tone.

           "Yeah?" You grinned.

           "Just for the record, you're the first person that ever wanted to truly understand me."

           You two smiled at each other gratefully.

           Jungkook squeezed your hand and gestured with his head. "Go. Say what you need to say. Don't be a chicken."

           You nodded. "Thank you for everything."

           "I'm awesome, aren't I?"

           You rolled your eyes, and your hand slowly slipped out of his as you walked out of the room. As the door closed behind you, Jungkook plopped down into his pillows with a big sigh.

           It was done.

           And so, a few days later, you watched silently as Namjoon cleaned up his apartment, packing his car for his departure.

           "Y/N? You okay?" Namjoon crouched down to come face to face with you.

           You were chanting a mantra to gain courage to say the confession that you had kept hidden for years. His apartment was now spotless, and you knew the next time he walked out that door, he would be gone. It was now or never.

           "I like you." You blurted out.

           Namjoon's eyes widened and he blinked a few times. "Pardon?"

           "I like you. I've liked you since we first met and ever since then, I've held onto my crush on you." You stumbled out your unorganized feelings.

           Namjoon studied you for any traces of humor and teasing, but his silence was agonizing to you.            

           In a soft voice, he asked. "And what about now?"

           "What?" You blinked, not quite expecting that response.

           "You said you've liked me since back then, but we're different people than we were back then. How are you sure you like me...what if you just like the idea of me you idealized in the past?"

           You looked down, trying to take his statements in. "How would I be able to tell the difference?"

           "Y/N, here's my last lesson to you." He cupped your cheek. "At times, we mistake love for admiration and often times, people mistake lust for love. Even though we spent so much time together, can you really say that you know the real me enough to love me?"

           You stared at him, surprised. You had never really thought of it. When you looked back on it, most of the times you spent with Namjoon had always led to some sort of physical intimacy, to the point that you began expecting it eagerly when you met him. He taught you things and it filled you with butterflies...but was that because it was him you were doing it with, or because you were learning something new? What exactly did you know about Namjoon? He was a great teacher, sweet, wise, but beyond that, you didn't truly know. Were you really seeing him for him? Or did your eyes have an idealized filter because of your long time one-sided, unrequited crush?

           Namjoon poked your forehead with a smile. "Don't think too hard. Things like this come from your heart. But you know...the fact that you have to think about it already shows that you aren't in love with me currently."

           "Then what was I feeling?"

           "'Like'. Lust." Namjoon caressed your cheek. "You liked learning and I was someone you could learn a lot from. You admired my knowledge, and you lusted after me."

           "How will I be able to tell the difference?"

           "'Like' may turn into love and love almost always contains some sort of lust. They're all very similar, but as I've always said, you have to know yourself best because who else will? What do you think you're feeling? What thought went through your mind when you heard I was leaving?"

           "That I needed to tell you how I felt before you left."

           Namjoon smiled, "Why?"

           You hummed, "Because I didn't want to leave it unsaid like last time."

           Namjoon stepped forward, "And what did you want from me after confessing?"

           You glanced up and realized, surprised at your own response. "Nothing...I just wanted to say it..."

           He grinned. "Sounds to me like you just needed a bit of closure from your past."

           You furrowed your brows.

           "If you loved me, you'd want me to be with you. You'd selfishly want me to like you back. You'd try to make a relationship work between us despite the distance."

           "And what about you?" You worried your lip. "How do you feel about me?"

           "Y/N." Namjoon kissed your forehead. "You are beautiful. Body, mind, and soul. You have been one of the most unique people I've ever been with and known. But for me, I wanted to help you, and I craved physical intimacy that I hadn't had in awhile because I had been so busy. I enjoyed your company thoroughly and I've learned a lot through being with you these few months."

           "But you don't love me." You finished.

           Namjoon smiled. "And you don't love me."

           You looked down. "I guess... not."

           Namjoon grabbed your hand. "But thank you for your feelings back then. Thank you for being a fantastic companion, and for brightening up my stay here in Seoul. I now know that I have to work twice as hard to become cooler like you."

           You chuckled.

           "And Y/N. I really, really do like you. I want to make it clear that I wasn't just attracted to your body." He gave your hand a light squeeze. "But I think we both know that there is someone out there that's better for you than me. Someone I've noticed you have untapped feelings for."

           You raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

           He chuckled. "We're a bit too similar, don't you think? Will we truly ever grow if we stay constant? If we only surround ourselves with people of the same mind? You may have learned a lot from me, but are you truly experiencing everything life has to offer when you're around me? Everything love can show you?"

           You stared up at Namjoon, thinking it through. He was someone that was always out of reach for you. He knew more, he saw more, he was always five steps ahead of you. Thinking ahead, you probably would get tired of running after him, trying to catch up to where he was. You would feel like a burden asking him to teach you constantly and him holding your hand through everything, leading you through life. You would get tired of constantly feeling like there was a barrier you couldn't cross, a pedestal beside him that you needed to reach in order to be with him. You didn't want to live that kind of life, be in that kind of relationship, and you know that Namjoon didn't either.

           You both wanted someone to walk beside you rather than in front or behind you.

           Grinning widely, you realized the meaning behind Namjoon's words.

           "It seems I still have a long way to go in order to understand myself."

           Namjoon ruffled your hair. "You're on your way. And this isn't goodbye. I'm sure our paths will cross again, and I'm sure you'll be more mature and beautiful when we meet next."

           You chuckled. "When that happens, don't you dare fall for me."

           Namjoon snorted. "As long as you don't try to seduce me seriously."

           You giggled.

           "Thanks for everything Y/N."

           "No, thank you Namjoon."

           You smiled as you two hugged one last time, knowing you were about to part ways for a good while once again.

           "Well, see ya around, Y/N." Namjoon stepped back towards the door.

           "Wait! Do you need an umbrella? It's pouring outside!" You worried as you caught sight of the weather outside.

           "Nah." Namjoon chuckled and shook his head as he placed one half of his body outside. "I'd rather feel the rain."

           You giggled.

           "Until next time, Y/N."

           "Bye...Joon." You smiled warmly, feeling lighter and refreshed, finally receiving your closure after all these years.

           A few hours and much contemplation and hesitations later, you stumbled into Club Masquerade, slightly disheveled and mask-less.

           "Is Jungkook in already?" You breathed.

           "Uh yeah, he came early. Out back." The Receptionist blinked. "Y/N...your mask..."

           "You guys are still not open. It'll be okay!" You called out as you scurried to the back to find Jungkook.

           You pushed the door open eagerly to the dressing room and gasped when you walked in on Jungkook throwing his shirt off. He turned and you two locked eyes. Hurriedly, he spun his chest away from you.

           "Y/N! THIS IS A BOY'S CHANGING ROOM!" he bellowed. "What're you doing here?"

           You smiled at his normal reaction to you. You walked forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your face on his back warmly. You felt him relax into your embrace, and you wondered how you never noticed that this had felt like home to you.

           "You okay?" Jungkook questioned worriedly.

           "Mhm."

           "I'm guessing you got rejected?" he hummed.

           "No...not exactly."

           "What does that mean?" he snorted.

           "Hey, you're not flinching or getting flustered!" you grinned.

           Jungkook scoffed. "It's just you."

           "Oh ~" You slid your hand up towards his pectorals. "And if I do this?"

           Jungkook immediately grabbed hold of your hands roughly and pried them off his chest. He whipped around to face you.

           "D-don't do that!" he panicked.

           You giggled. "There you are."

           He exhaled and let go of your hand, but you gripped his tighter. His eyes glanced towards you curiously.

           "I realized that I didn't really like Namjoon all that much." You admitted shyly.

           Jungkook's eyes widened. "Oh?"

           "Yeah. I think I might've just you know...had some unresolved feelings from the past...and well, was kind of horny." You laughed nervously. Your heart bouncing around inside you. "Seems like I still have a lot to learn about my feelings, huh?"

           He chuckled. "You and me both."

           You smiled, calling him. "Jungkook."

           "Yeah?"

           "Do you think it goes from like to lust to love or like to love to lust...or are they all intertwined?"

           Jungkook looked up, thinking. "I don't know... Why can't you have all of them? Why do you think there's an order?"

           "What do you mean?"

           "Well if you love someone, you have to like them, and if you love someone romantically, you should feel lust towards them. Shouldn't you have all of them when you love someone and want to be with them?"

           "And for us." You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Jungkook boldly. "Which do you think applies?"

           Jungkook looked down at you questioningly.

           "Are we in the 'like' phase or are we in the 'lust' phase?" You blinked up at him. "Do you think it'll ever move forward to a new stage?"

           Jungkook blushed shyly at your forwardness, but his heart was also hammering against his chest.

           "I think..." he intertwined his fingers with yours. "...that we'll just have to see where things lead."

           You chuckled, "Well then, if it's alright with you, I'd like to still see you at Club Masquerade from time to time."

           "I'll make a special slot for my favorite customer." he grinned as he curled your hair behind your ear gently. "But you know..."

           "Hm?" You tilted your head.

           "We can see each other outside of Masquerade too." he averted his eyes. "Since we're friends and all...you know."

           You smirked. "Yes, close friends."

           His cheeks became dusted by a tint of pink.

           "Jungkook." You called again after a few seconds of reveling in the way his thumb grazed the back of your hand.

           "Hm?"

           "You know the rules that you said Red Mask was giving you?"

           "Yeah?"

           "What's the official Rule #1?"

           "Oh you'll like this one." Jungkook grinned. "Don't confuse the 3L's but use the experience to 4L."

           "Which means...?"

           "Which means don't confuse like, love, and lust-- the 3L's-- with each other at work, but use the experience for learning and for life; a play on words with the number 4 and 'for'." Jungkook snorted.

           "How appropriate." You grinned. "And punny."

           Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows and leaned forward, closing in your faces. "How about providing me some clarity between like, love, and lust?"

           "You sure it won't confuse you more?" You smirked as you ghosted over his lips.

           "I'll take the hit." Jungkook grinned before capturing your lips with his.

           Neither of you were sure where this was going or whatever you two were in the present, but you knew that this time, you two were going to take it slow and figure things out together. You weren't anything, but you were also something. And it was okay for the time being that you had no label and no commitment. All that mattered was that you felt something different when you were with him. You and Jungkook still had plenty to learn, but you knew that you two would go through it walking side by side. And maybe, just maybe, you would find your answers in him and with him. Maybe you'll find a sliver of your answer or maybe you won't find it at all. Maybe it would become forever or it could end in just a fling.

           No one ever really knows what the future will hold. But you could certainly choose your present.

           You smiled into the kiss remembering that you two had met because you had only been slightly driving over the speed limit. Was it fate that he was the one patrolling at that time? That he had to make his quota and you were the one he had to crack down on to meet it?

           Who knew the cop that pissed you off would become a significant person in your life?

           No one truly ever knows when their life is going to change. No one knows who's going to waltz into it unexpectedly and alter it forever.

           "Now, if you want me for an hour, you know where to schedule that." Jungkook bit his lip seductively and pulled your waist closer to him. "How about it?"

           You laughed and tapped his still bare chest. "Someone's a little eager, huh?"

           "Says the person who came barging in here to try to catch me naked." he grinned.

           You rolled your eyes. "I have plans unfortunately, but save some energy for me tomorrow."

           Jungkook chuckled. "So you come in here, turn me on, then leave me hanging?"

           "Teasing is my specialty." You cackled, but Jungkook kissed your mouth, taking you by surprise.

           "What a coincidence." he whispered against your neck. "It's mine too."

           "Jungko--"

           Jungkook nipped at the sensitive part of your neck and your legs buckled.

           "Seriously." You exhaled.

            "I just need a few minutes." he hummed onto your skin.

           You smirked and fanned your hand against the expanse of his abdomen. "I can't turn down free service."

           He grinned.

           "But will you really need just a few minutes?" You taunted.

           Jungkook growled and lifted you up easily, slamming you against his locker and roughly biting your lower lip.

           "Watch me." He hissed.

           "She didn't see me right?" Jimin shot his head up from underneath the Receptionist's table.

           "No... you dove in there like shots were being fired." she snorted.

           "I don't want her telling people I used to work here." Then Jimin pointed at his girlfriend. "And you should've told me she and Jungkook met here first!! I'm going to get in serious trouble!"

           "I told you, I have to keep clients' identity private!" she hissed.

           "Well, you didn't tell me. She waltzed in here, mask-less, sooo..." Jimin grinned. "Turn on that monitor."

           "What? Why?"

           "I wanna see my prodigy in action." Jimin giggled.

           "Oh boy." Receptionist rolled her eyes, but did so anyway.

           Jimin sat on her lap and she embraced him from behind warmly as they watched.

           "You think they'll end up being like us?" Jimin hummed.

           "Stupid? And date other people before getting together?" Receptionist grinned.

           "Yeah, pretty much. They kind of remind me of us back then." Jimin leaned into his girlfriend.

           "Lost?" Receptionist giggled.

           "Yeah, for lack of other words at the moment." Jimin shrugged.

           "Babe, we're still pretty lost." she kissed his cheek.

           "But at least we're lost together." Jimin smiled.

           Receptionist cringed, "Oh gosh. Why would you say that?"

           "Love me!" Jimin pouted as he pulled her face into his chest.

           "Who are you? And where did you put my Red Mask?!" Receptionist teased.

           "Oh come now, you really have to get over Red Mask." Jimin grinned. "He's happily taken."

           "Such a dork." she snorted.

           Jimin kissed her lips, "Yeah, but you're stuck with me."

           "I know." she smiled.

           "Oppa, sorry I'm running late. I'll text you my pass code. Let yourself in." You breathed as you rushed out of the Club.

           "I thought you didn't have work today."

           "I ran into a friend suddenly and lost track of time. My bad."

           "It's fine. Just send me your pass code and I'll get started on the meal. You must be hungry."

           "Oh yeah, for sure."

           "Get here safely. Don't rush."

           "Thanks Oppa. See you soon."

           Jin grinned happily as he entered the cozy apartment and placed the groceries on the counter.

           "Wow, I'm surprised it's clean." he giggled. "The true test is her room."

           He waltzed around the apartment and found where your bedroom was.

           "Wahh..." he glanced around at the messy state of the room and shook his head. "Knew it."

           Suddenly, something on your desk caught his eyes and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He slowly approached, praying that his eyes were deceiving him, but as he got closer, he became more certain it was reality.

           "Oh... my gosh..." he gasped as his fingers reached for the familiar looking mask on your desk. The very mask that was well known amongst the hosts as Dark Angel's, the infamous customer who gave the Golden Host Nochu a run for his money and diffused his ego a bit. The same person Jungkook was seeing outside of the Club. It was you...it was you... his --

           "Yes, Tae. Namjoon liked the bathing suit you picked out with the help of your co-workers. And no, I didn't tell him you picked it out! That'd be weird! And NO, I didn't tell him it was Gucci. Just cause it has a G logo on it doesn't make it Gucci, Tae!" You huffed. "Anyways, I'm home now. I'll catch ya later. Mhm, Jin's here. No, you weren't invited. Bye."

           He flinched as the door flew open and your voice rang happily throughout the room, "Hey. Look who finally decided to come out of hiding and visit his precious little sister!"

           Jin dropped the mask and put on his best fake smile to greet you. You walked over to embrace him warmly, happy about the reunion. All the while, he was internally screaming and panicking about this unexpected and unfortunate discovery, calculating whether he would be able to give Jungkook a good punch in the face without hurting himself in the process.

           "Wow. What an honor, getting a call from a Chairman candidate on such a fine, weekend day." Jimin smirked. He pressed his phone to his ear as he leaned against his car suavely. "Yes. Unfortunately, Mr. Jeon truly felt like he wasn't business material and decided to step away from his intern position. Yeah, we all knew that was coming. You would've ended up like that if you didn't meet-- Yessss! Don't worry...I'm taking good care of Y/N. She's doing great as my intern. Uh huh. Yep. Stop being annoying, Yoongi-hyung. She's not even your sister-in-law yet. I'm doing this because I love your girlfriend more. Hm? Oh yes..."

           Jimin grinned as he watched Receptionist step out of her apartment.

           "Y/N seems to be having LOTS~ of fun here in Seoul."

           "Finally got a break, huh?" Jungkook giggled into his phone. "Yeah, I'm on my way to meet you. Mhm, I brought Cloud."

           "How's that girl from the Club?"

           "We're doing good. Nothing's really changed from when we were 'fake' dating." Jungkook snorted.

           "Cause you weren't being 'fake', like I told you three billion times."

           Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friend's comment.

           "Either way, aren't you glad I pushed you to sign up for that open position at Club Masquerade?"

           Jungkook smiled to himself. "Yeah, hyung. I really am."

           "And don't be wishy-washy for too long, Kook-ah. She might slip away from you. I've had that happen to me."

           "Alright, alright. Save the wisdom for another time. I'm almost at the meeting spot. Where are you?"

           "Same! I should be..."

           "Oh? I think I see you?" Jungkook peered just a few steps ahead on the sidewalk at two figures that were about to pass each other.

           "Who-whoa- whoa!" was heard both up ahead and through his phone, confirming that it was indeed his friend in front of him.

           Two figures stumbled as their respective dogs tangled themselves around their owners.

           "Tae!" Jungkook called out.

           The taller figure lifted his head up and grinned, waving his phone excitedly in the air.

           "Kook-ah! You found me!"

           "Nooo my pastry." The woman that had fallen from the entanglement of the leashes frowned, looking at her broken pastry with a heartbroken expression . "I waited so long in line..."

           "Soonshim." Tae sternly looked at his dog, who immediately and obediently ran around to loosen the leash around their legs. "Good boy."

           Tae and Jungkook then proceeded to help the woman up.

           "Oh?" Jungkook pointed, recognizing her. "Aren't you from--?"

           "Mr. Jeon!" the woman bowed, flustered.

           "I was just an interim intern at the company." Jungkook waved his hands, shyly. "Please don't call me that."

           "But you're the CE--"

           Jungkook pressed his finger over his lips with a smile on his face, and the woman blushed, remaining silent.

           "Hehe, Mr. Jeon." Tae cackled as he patted Soonshim lovingly, unaware of their secret exchange. "Sounds funny."

           "She works at the company I used to work at." Jungkook introduced.

           "With Jimin?" Tae smiled.

           "Yeah." Jungkook averted his eyes, knowing the story behind Jimin, the Receptionist, and Tae fairly well.

           "Oh hi there, little guy ~" Tae knelt down to pet the woman's puppy easily. "You just recently adopted him didn't you?"

           "Uh...yeah." the woman blushed. "How'd you know?"

           "He's a fantastic vet." Jungkook smiled. "I met him when my dog, Cloud, got really sick. Then we've been friends ever since."

           "Ah." The woman nodded, intrigued.

           "Oh right, your pastry! Here! I got the same one." Tae pulled out a bag from inside his bag. "My cousin owns that little shop you got the pastry from, so I get perks hehe."

           Jungkook tilted his head. "You have a cousin??"

           Tae chuckled. "Yeah, doesn't everyone?"

           "Well...no...not if your parents were only children?" Jungkook looked at him, amused.

           Tae hesitated. "Oh...well where I'm from they like to have a lot of kids so I have a lottt of cousins!"

           Tae giggled as he calmed the dogs down, then proceeded to hand the bag over to the woman, "Here, please eat it! I'm sorry for Soonshim being so playful."

           "Oh, I couldn't..."

           Suddenly her stomach growled and she covered her face in embarrassment. Tae laughed, and grabbed her hand, placing the bag in them warmly.

           "I insist. I can get my cousin to make me more anyway."

           "Th-thank you..." the woman bowed, unable to look at Tae's face out of shame.

           "Your puppy is super healthy by the way! Keep taking him on walks frequently." Tae smiled.

           "I will." she glanced up and smiled slightly in return.

           "Well, have a good day, Miss!" Tae waved.

           "Wait! I didn't catch your name!" she called out.

           Tae spun around, grinning as he walked backwards. "Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae or Tae-Tae! I'm sure we'll meet again, Miss Puppy!"

           "Tae, that's not her name!" Jungkook nudged him and whispered.

           Tae cackled and skipped ahead, nonchalantly. Jungkook bowed to the woman and hurried after his carefree friend, slinging his arm around him warmly.

           "So how many cousins DO you have exactly, Tae?"  

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SEE YOU IN MASQUERADE IV (COMING EVENTUALLY)