#fireflies mentioned in a song she sings as the room is lit like one

[alvallah]

Guys the way that birds and moths accompany Qala more and more as she gets increasingly distressed because they symbolize Jagan and her growing guilt 👀

[tartheanmaid]

The Story Of Us

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x Hufflepuff!MC, Bill Weasley x Hufflepuff!MC, Charlie Weasley x Chiara Lobosca

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cheating, Strong Language, Slight Angst

A/N: This is halfway a songfic halfway not, also this was written with my mc in mind so y/n isn’t going to be a blank slate. My mc oregon is also in a band called Wreaking Havoc so that is in here although not mentioned by name so it’s easier to pretend I guess.

The Story Of Us

     My wet socks felt weird against the stage floor. Tulip’s reckless strumming on an electric guitar and Phillip, my replacement drummer, were the only things I could hear. It felt like I was under water, but then again, it was raining. Everything was muffled and all I could focus on was the music around me. The screaming crowd below me sounded miles away. “I used to think one day we’d tell the story of us” The memories flooded back, the happy and the sad all jumbled into one. “How we met, and the sparks flew instantly”

     “Do you want me to talk to her on your behalf [Y/N]?” I still remember that day, we had just gotten back for our fourth year and Charlie had spoken to me for the first time during our Care of Magical Creatures class. I had opted out of the class the previous year but decided to take in this year as a release. And a release it was. I was instantly in love with Charles Weasley.

     “People would say they’re the lucky ones” When the whispers and the stares got unbearable Charlie was always there for me. When he was around I didn’t care what the people said, all that mattered was him.

     The rain poured down as I danced around the stage, “I used to know my place was a spot next to you” I could vaguely make out a silver head in the crowd so I closed my eyes. My black skirt was soaked in the rain but it still moved as I danced. “Now I search the room for an empty seat”

     Memories of that night flow back. It seemed like half the school was crowded into the Gryffindor common room to celebrate their win. My eyes searched the room for Charlie the whole night, it was half past 12 and I still hadn’t found him. “[Y/N] [L/N], there’s something you should know.” Tulip had said to me. My gut immediately told me what it was. But the thing I could have never expected was that it would be my own roommate.  “Cause lately I don’t even know what page you’re on” The woman who had told me her secrets, the one I had told mine in return. She told me the reason I couldn’t find Charlie was that he hadn’t even been in Gryffindor Tower that night. Before we left to go try and catch them I felt a pull to look back. I caught the eyes of the man I had been fighting with for the past few months. “Oh, a simple complication, Miscommunications lead to fallouts”

     I opened my eyes and looked back at the band. We were performing in the training grounds, but the crowd we drew was the biggest it had ever gotten. “So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through”

     The next party was hell. I had broken up with my boyfriend and lost one of my best friends in the same night. I could see from across the room how her silver hair and his ginger hair fit so well next to each other. My anger was unimaginable. My face was flushed and my grip on my firewhiskey tightened. “You need a break” Penny told me as she put a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I do. But really? I don’t even miss Charlie that much.” Penny gave me a knowing look. “Okay yeah I do, but like I miss Chiara so much more. Like she was one of my best friends and I- I’ve known her longer than I’ve known you even! I just can’t believe she would throw it all away like that.” And then she looked at me.

     “Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room And we're not speaking And I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah I don't know what to say Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now”

     “Next Chapter.” The voice of the band’s backup singer pulled me back to reality. I look out to the drenched training grounds and find familiar eyes. We’ve been fighting for so long. It’s so hard I can’t take it anymore. “How’d we end up this way?” I’m pulled back into my thoughts as thunder cracks once more.

     I see his eyes from across the Gryffindor Common Room. He’s already looking when I turn my head in his direction. “See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy” I look away. “Talk to him.” Says Liz next to me. “What? No, he hates me.” I look back and he’s laughing with his friends once more. “You’re stupid if you think he hates you.” Tonks says, laughing at me. “And you're doing your best to avoid me” Turning to go face him I see that he’s vanished.

     I run a hand through my drenched hair and suddenly I’m singing to the silver haired girl and the ginger boy once more. “I'm starting to think, one day, I'll tell the story of us, How I was losing my mind when I saw you here. But you held your pride like you should've held me”

~ ~ ~

     I see her face lit up by the fireflies, the moon having abandoned us. She looks beautiful even as she’s singing about heartbreak. I stare up at her from the screaming crowd, wondering if I’ll ever get the chance to make up for what I did. It was never her fault, even though I acted like it was. I doubt she even knows why I was avoiding her. And then, somehow, she looks into my eyes and sings to me exactly what I’m thinking.

~ ~ ~

     “Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud” As I sing the next line I meet his eyes again in the crowd. My wet socks had gotten slippery as the slightly uneven stage pooled with water. I turn and dance around my fellow bandmates instead of facing him. But I can feel his eyes on me still. 

~ ~ ~

     She dances and everything melts away. All I can hear is her voice. Her voice was the thing that hypnotized me that day on the training grounds 3 years ago;

     “Did you get my owl?” She asked me. Not very memorable I know, but she made it so. She was, and still is if not more, ethereal. I found myself wanting to impress her all the time. I fancied [Y/N] [L/N]. I fancy [Y/N] [L/N]. I find myself staring at her swaying body, her lips, her wet hair, everything about her is beautiful. But she hates me.

~ ~ ~

     The fireflies buzz around him. He looks like a god. The sad part is I’m in love with him. But we haven’t spoken in months. “Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room And we're not speaking” But maybe, just maybe— No. He couldn’t. “And I’m dying to know, Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah” If only I could talk to him. Maybe things would get better.

~ ~ ~

     If only I could talk to her. Maybe things would get better. “I don't know what to say” Tulip’s guitar rift ties in perfectly with the rest of the song. I wonder who the song is about. Considering she kept sneaking glances at my idiot brother and that slut it’s probably about them. I wish I could have been there for her when it happened. But I was busy sulking. Her words become crystal clear once more. “Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now” Could it have been about me? A small part of me wanted to hope that she could ever fancy me in return. But that was foolish, she wouldn’t— would she?

~ ~ ~

     “This is looking like a contest. Of who can act like they care less” The fireflies danced around his soft ginger hair. I couldn’t pretend anymore. My body sways but my mind is racing. His red “Head Boy” badge glimmered upon his uniform, without the robes of course. He never wore the robes. “But I liked it better when you were on my side” And at this point I realized that I didn’t care whether or not he loved me in return. I was in love with him and I was happy about that. I danced around to Phillip behind me, then Penny to my right. “Talk to him after the show.” she says quietly, as to make sure her statement goes undetected by the microphone on the stand in front of her. “Okay.” I whisper in return. Penny sang the next line with me. “The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down” Now it’s not just his eyes that I can feel on me. It’s hers and his brother’s too. But I don’t care. Not anymore. “If you say you'd rather love than fight” His eyes in the crowd are the only pair that matter. “So many things that you wish I knew But the story of us might be ending soon” The song has a newfound tone that it didn’t start out with. The song felt happy.

     Returning to the final chorus, I sang like my life depended on it. “Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know, Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah” I closed my eyes again, but not out of fear or pain this time. “But I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now”

~ ~ ~

     I see her close her eyes in bliss and I laugh. I laugh. It’s a genuine and special laugh, one usually only reserved for her. I feel like even though it’s only been 4 minutes and we haven’t spoken… we’ve somehow reconciled. “And we're not speaking And I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah” As she sang the final few words of the song I attempted to make my way toward the stage exit. “I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, 'cause we're going down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now”

     “The End.” says Penny, marking the official ending of the song.

     “Hi Bill.” She says, out of breath. Even though we’re both sticky from the leftover humidity caused by the roaring crowd and the now stopped rainstorm, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. “Hi.” I say back. This was a lot more awkward now that I was actually doing it than what I had thought up in my head. Her eyes flicker from my eyes down to my lips for a split second, so much so that it’s barely noticeable. And then it happens. I kiss her, and she kisses me back. It’s perfect.

     “Oi! Lovebirds!” We’re interrupted by a voice, I turn around and it belongs to the one and only pink haired, Hufflepuff prankster. “Mind taking that up to Weasley’s dorm will you?” [Y/N] just rolls her eyes at her friend in response.

     “Go to Hogsmeade with me?” I ask. Bringing her hands intertwined in mine up to my chest.

     “Of course.”

[ryewi]

a game for two pt.3 (M) - jjk

➸ summary: Seven days on a school trip to the seaside. Seven days with your best friends, alcohol, freedom and a mischevious Jeon Jungkook who just wouldn’t leave you alone. Sounds fun, right?

➸ genre: schooltrip!au, classmate!au, smut, fluff, drama

➸ words: 10,8k

➸ warnings: penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, throat fucking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, cum play, oversensitivity, spanking, pussy slapping, stripping, grinding… phew chile

➸ early A/N: thank you for being so patient and enjoy!

“Please stay a little bit longer” Even in such a dimly lit room, Jungkook’s eyes glistened. They looked pitiful and drowsy, but at the same time hopeful. Jungkook's grip on your wrist remained strong, allowing him to feel the intense pulse of the artery his fingers grasped.  

Thinking the other’s proposal over, you found the idea intriguing. A familiar glint in Jungkook’s eyes pleaded for you to accept, promising that there was something much bigger behind his suggestion. Deciding to give it a shot, you put a free hand over his and spoke.

“Let’s go out” That was it. That was the chance you were offering, opening the door of your heart and holding it for the other to walk through. Jungkook’s obvious disbelief showed through his eyes, lips slightly parted as if he couldn’t process that you actually accepted.

Careless. That’s what you were while running down the stairs and past the disco, holding onto each other’s hand. The wide doors were open, tens of colorful lights from inside not quite making it over the lines of the dance floor. Thankfully, no students were outside, but the thrill of being seen together made blood flow faster through your veins.

A pair of sharp eyes tracked your movements, a small smile playing on their lips as they shook their head.

Once out of the hotel, you noticed how different the air was. The warmth from before was gone as wind caressed your exposed legs. Shivers ran down your spine and Jungkook seemed to notice the goosebumps that formed on your skin, making him sigh. His hand squeezed yours, trying to transfer the smallest bit of heat.

Just then, did it hit you that Jungkook’s fingers were still interlaced with yours. The whole situation appeared intimate, but for an unknown reason, it wasn't a bother. Tightening the hold, you heard Jungkook chuckle lightly.

The male walked half a step ahead, leading the way as you strolled next to the ocean. The sound of waves hitting the shore had you turning to look at the beautiful scenery. The waves were high enough to reach your knees, and you broke free to run into the water. Somehow, you felt even more immersed in the landscape. Among the strong glints of numerous constellations, the water surface also reflected that breathtaking shine of the full moon.  

Suddenly, a tiny firefly began circling around you. That incredibly small creature coaxed you into spinning in a circle, not wanting to miss a second of its beautiful glow. The light strands of hair soared through the air, and with arms extended, you looked so carefree. To someone, you looked like an angel right now. The inner child woke up and you tried jumping and capturing it before it flew away. The tries were deemed failures, but in a fast moment, two much bigger hands came into view and caught the firefly. When you looked up, Jungkook stood right beside you, with the softest smile on his face.  

He lowered his hands and made a tiny hole in the juncture of his thumb and palm. You grabbed his wrists and brought them to your eye, peeking right through. Sure enough, there was a dot of light between Jungkook’s enclosed hands. You clapped lightly and smiled. The smile was so big and so sincere that Jungkook was sure his heart was about to explode at any given second.  

Eventually, the other let go of the animal. His hands weren’t left completely unemployed, as he was back to holding yours. Jungkook sighed in content while walking to the small, secured area not so far away from your current location. It was surrounded by short palm trees, and low bushes, offering a certain amount of privacy. On the ground, there were white flowers that bloomed at night, therefore their beautiful scent was still noticeable in the air.  

You were taken aback by the beautiful nature, the whole place looked so much more beautiful and magical during nighttime. While you were curiously inspecting the petals of the flowers, Jungkook sat down on the soft sand and observed you. The man sighed; his heart suddenly way too heavy. There was an unknown weight pulling his chest down the more he looked at you. Maybe Jungkook was selfish, but at that moment, he wanted you all for himself.  

One second, you were crouching down and the other, falling as a pair of strong arms pulled you down.

“Oh god!” Screaming, you unceremoniously fell down on Jungkook. The male let out a quiet ‘oof’, but remained indifferent as you turned to look at him. Primarily, you felt concerned and guilty, for the man had obviously taken a hit, but upon seeing Jungkook’s adoring eyes as he pulled you closer to him, the worry had washed away.

Silence enrolled between the two, leaving your thoughts alone with the soothing sound of waves and quiet wind. Your gaze once again fell upon the water. The beautiful melody of nature woke up the curiosity about something you wanted to ask for a long time. There was a generous amount of hesitation and it had obviously shown on your face, for the other had noticed the nervous shuffling.

“What are you thinking about?” Although Jungkook’s voice broke the peace, it didn’t ruin the atmosphere you two were in. He held you with arms wrapped around your waist, his attention (always) completely on you.

“Jungkook...can you sing for me?” Your voice was small, almost silent as if you were asking for something of much bigger secrecy. The other looked surprised and thrown out of balance, for he had not expected such a request. Jungkook felt somewhat glad that you asked and after a few short seconds, he nodded, looking away and trying to pick a song.

Jungkook’s hand came up to the back of your head, pushing it down to rest at his shoulder. Soon enough, he began singing ‘Nothing like us’, rocking the two of you left and right to the rhythm of the song. It was a well-known fact that Jungkook had a beautiful voice, but for all these years, you’ve never heard him sing. Now that the moment has finally come, you were blown away by just how angelic he sounded like.  

The last words of the song arrived quick, and silence resumed not long after. Jungkook looked at you with expectant eyes, trying to spot how you were feeling without any words spoken. To his surprise, you sat up, eyes piercing his with the most delighted gaze.  

“That was...wow... Astounding! Wow!” You chirped, hands coming together in a hushed clap. Just the happy look on your face was enough to make Jungkook just as happy. Truthfully, many have complimented his voice, but up until now, none of them were you.  

In the midst of your wordless state, Jungkook was only staring at your face with a smile on his. The moment looked right and everything stopped, giving you enough time to observe the other. From his beautiful doe-like eyes and long eyelashes, cute nose, and a scar on his left cheek. Then Jungkook’s soft lips that somehow glistened even when under a shadow. For some reason, your eyes locked on them for a second too long.

One second too long because Jungkook was leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. It took another second to realize that your lips worked against his in perfect sync. Jungkook’s kiss was slow and passionate. It portrayed so many emotions you were either oblivious to or in denial for. All because of the disbelief that appeared not too long ago.

A sudden sting made you flinch away, breaking the kiss and slapping the side of your neck. Hoping that whichever creature that bit you was now dead, you soothed out the hurting pink bruises. A hiss left your lips; there were so many and the slap made them even more sensitive.

“I’m sorry” Jungkook said, eyes scanning the painted canvas that was your neck.

“Why so?” Not quite processing his words, you looked at the other, hand still stroking the tender patches of skin.  

“Because of those” Jungkook’s point finger pointed to his neck. It was completely clear, bronze skin not marked at all. There was only one small pink patch on his left collarbone that proudly stood out. Shaking your head at him, you murmured an ‘it’s okay’ and moved on to point something out.

“You’re not going to hide your hickey?”

“Why would I?” The other answered nonchalantly, as a matter of fact. His untroubled way of speaking was vaguely shocking. Maybe Jungkook doesn’t care about hickeys, maybe he’s been marked so many times that they’ve lost meaning for him. The more the possibilities piled up, the more your heart deflated.

“Maybe I want to show it off?” That remark had your neck snapping to look at him. With wide eyes, you observed how the corners of Jungkook’s lips moved upwards, obviously entertained by the reaction. He decided to push it on.

“I don’t let just anyone mark me, darling” There it was again. Although not in his bedroom anymore, the name rolled off Jungkook’s tongue oh so enticingly. With eyebrows risen and a dumbstruck expression, you continued looking at the man. Albeit he hadn’t mentioned it, the words of your best friends replayed in your mind.

Jeon Jungkook never marks girls.

There was always this tiny voice whispering in the back of your mind. The thought fairy would often tell you things you were being suspicious of and currently, she was being extremely noisy. She screamed exceedingly loud, knocked on the doors of your mind, begged for someone to open and hear her out.

The more you tried to shoo her away, the more determined she grew. The more you looked at Jungkook, the more his emotions showed. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt lost. Jungkook noticed the way your irises shook, uncertain about where to look at. He also caught on to how you shuffled in the spot, troubled with what to do. Without much reason, it began to worry him and Jungkook reached out for your hand. The man noticed how cold it was fast, the heat completely drained. Bringing it to his lips, Jungkook began to rub and blow down on your palm.

The heart inside of your chest beat stronger than ever until it finally exploded when the male landed a light kiss on the heel of your hand. Jungkook did it so casually, almost as if he wasn't aware of his actions. Just as the move was about to be repeated, you retreaded and stood up. Another breeze of cold air caressed your skin and you shivered, using the perfect opportunity to head back to the hotel.

“It's cold. We should head inside?” The statement sounded more like a suggestion, but the other seemed not to care. You were about to turn around after helping Jungkook stand up, but something firm and rough made you trip. A hiss tore from your throat upon the sharp pain in your ankle, but fortunately, the fall never happened. Jungkook was there to catch and pull you back into his chest.  

“Your ankle” Jungkook noted, giving you a second to regain balance before he crouched down and inspected the scrape. It wasn’t serious, but there was a generous amount of blood trickling down the soft skin. The man trailed a thumb over it, causing you to hiss once again. Jungkook took his time, inspecting the wound for a few moments, then let out a loud ‘tsk’ and stood up.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures” Jungkook said as a matter of fact, then without giving enough time to react, picked you up in his arms. Yelling in surprise, you latched onto his neck, head nudging deeper into his chest. The other smiled and began walking, arms securing a tight hold around your body that began to twist.  

“Jungkook! Let me down I can walk” Although you were trying to turn and break free with all of your might, his hold was stronger and the tries were deemed failures.  

“There’s sand in your wound already, we don’t need any more of it” Jungkook chuckled, but you weren’t going to back down so easily, shoulders continuing to roll and legs swinging up and down with more force.  

“Jeez calm down!” He said, voice stern and eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Jungkook’s sudden change of demeanor had you taken aback as the atmosphere changed and you immediately stopped being so childish. Relaxing in his hold and letting the legs fall down freely, you listened to Jungkook’s breathy laugh.

“Got you there, didn’t I?” Oh, how you wished you could be mad at the other. Still, Jungkook’s bunny teeth that peeked out as his eyes turned into crescent moons didn’t allow you to feel such way. Punching his muscular shoulder, you huffed in annoyance, cuddling deeper into Jungkook’s strong chest.

“Whatever, Jeon”  

Once again, careless. Jungkook carried your asleep figure up the stairs as if you weighed nothing. His steps were careful and even, afraid that even the slightest change in rhythm would wake the sleeping beauty up. Somehow, you managed to fall asleep to Jungkook's quiet singing on the way back. This time though, Jungkook didn’t rush past the open door of the disco, but maybe even slowed down. He actually wanted to be seen like this; he wanted everyone to know that you were his and off-limits for anyone else.

The second Jungkook turned the corner and entered the long corridor of hotel rooms, a silent ‘click’ echoed through the empty space. Paying it no mind, he walked forward, reaching your room in no time. Jungkook jerked his shoulder carefully, watching as your eyes fluttered open. There was a shy smile on his face as you were cautiously lowered to the ground. The clicking sound once again occurred, albeit this time it passed by unnoticed.  

“Thank you” Was all that you managed to say, with voice small and groggy. Expecting an answer from Jungkook before parting ways, you stood before him, waiting. There was a long moment of silence, shared by two people who didn’t want to let go. Instead of a verbal reply, Jungkook responded by pushing you against the door and leaning in. His lips attacked yours in a short but sensual kiss. Another click.  

Suddenly, it became too much for your heart once again. The fairy was celebrating for some reason, her cheerful jumps around your mind not allowing you to think straight. Jungkook observed with curious eyes, finding the way your irises abruptly began quivering quite perplexing.

“I’ve got to go” You mumbled, finally retrieving clear thoughts. Jungkook frowned but let go, sensing that something wasn’t completely right. He wanted to ask what was happening, but you managed to pull out the card and open the door so fast, that he wasn’t able to.

Jungkook looked at the closed door of your hotel room for a while, before turning to walk through his own. He realized that there’ll be enough time to talk to you about it tomorrow.

When the corridor was accounted clear, two short creatures emerged from behind the corner. Their bodies moved swiftly but attentively as they dashed towards the other end of the hallway, phones in hands. All that could be heard were their laughs as they distanced further away from that corner.

You were woken up by the not-so-quiet chatter of your best friends. Their voices were perfectly clear and it was possible to immediately catch on to a certain point of the conversation.  

“I feel a little bit let down...” April said, disappointment dripping from her words. The female turned to look at you, head shaking as she heaved a loud sigh.  

“I actually feel heartbroken and pitiful” Marie added, her own voice nurturing a displeasing undertone you were sure to have never heard before. Whatever they were talking about, wasn’t a likable topic to wake up to. The shortage of knowledge made you concerned and you shuffled nervously, turning around to look at them.

Complete and dreadful silence fell upon the room, rising the tension that was already there. The three females looked at you with indifferent eyes, as if they were aware you were listening. Their expressions were empty, lips in thin lines and eyes focused on the same place. Marie cocked her head to the side, right eyebrow raised. Then, after a long sigh, she stood up and approached you.

“Well, good morning, miss Jeon” She tried breaking some of the pressure in your shoulders with a light smack and an awfully fake smile. Marie’s eyes were nervously jumping between Jackie and April, trying to get them to support whatever she was doing. Her voice was different and it had you flinching at the deviation.  

“Excuse me?” You replied, evidently shocked at being called such a name.

“Ah, those wild teenage years, ditching friends to hang out with that handsome, bad boy” Jackie said with such a dramatic tone that it almost diverted your attention from the meaning of her words. While Jackie’s small act looked hilarious, head thrown back and the heel of her hand pressed against her forehead, you couldn’t laugh.  

“How did you-” Being caught in the act, the only reaction you could give was one of disbelief and curiosity. Clearly, they were aware of your whereabouts from last night, but how come? Did Jungkook tell them? Did they see you? Did someone else know?

Instead of a verbal answer, Marie reached out and picked up the small device from the nightstand. She unlocked it and tapped on the Instagram app, groaning once it finally opened. Without any more action, Marie handed her phone and allowed your eyes to scan the scandalous pictures before you.

They were photographs from last night, taken from a weird angle and a generous distance. Despite all of that, the camera managed to catch the shots in perfect quality. They showcased you and Jungkook in a few poses. The first one was Jungkook carrying you, the second was him waking you up, back turned towards the camera and the third one, probably the worst one – Jungkook kissing you.

The more you looked at them, the more they looked surreal. Your eyes welled up with tears as they gazed over the caption.

Well, that’s another bet that Jeon managed to win. Is there something he can’t do?

The girl who posted the pictures, being one of the biggest gossipers, was well known around the school. Judging by her status and the number of likes the post had, there was no doubt that at least half of the whole year saw what happened last night. For some reason, you dared to open up the comments, a tear falling upon reading the most popular ones.

Wow never knew she was that easy...

↳ I think this is his new record lol

Really? Her?

Yikes

No playing around with Jeon Jungkook, straight business haha!

Giving the phone back to Marie with no words, you stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Your feet were dragged along the rough carpet and over the cold tiles. Sitting down on the toilet and burying your head into two helpless hands, you began crying. Quiet sobs and vibrating breaths escaped through your barely parted lips, tears falling as if they were racing with each other.

Why were you crying? What was it exactly that hurt? Was it their comments, their degrading words?

Or was it the fear of being used by Jungkook? The realization that all of this has been one big bet?

Thoughts similar to such only fueled the tears, until you just couldn’t cry anymore. The mention of being ‘yet another one’ in the line of girls Jungkook slept with, made you feel nasty. On top of that, his little sly game was a bet all along. You wanted to feel angry and annoyed, but couldn’t. Weren’t you playing with him too? Wasn’t all of this just a plan to make Jungkook fall for someone? Catching feelings has never been the goal and it turned out to be quite big collateral damage.

Sooner than later, you wiped the wet trails on your cheeks and stood up. Giving a pitiful thumbs up to the reflection in the mirror, you brushed your teeth and hair with little to no motivation. There was still some pride to maintain and no reason to give up on looking nice.

When outside, the three females picked out an outfit and helped you put it on, adding a few decorative accessories to spice the look up. Slight guilt washed over you upon recalling how they got to know about your last night rendezvous. The first one to inform them should’ve been their best friend and not some disgraceful Instagram post. Even though it was evident that they were slightly disturbed, apart from what you’ve heard before, none of them mentioned it anymore.

Although no one dared to say anything as you walked towards the restaurant, there were hundreds of mocking looks that were thrown in your direction. Their taunting smiles only grew bigger whenever you spared them a glance, so you simply decided not to pay attention anymore. It never occurred to you as to why people loved to butt their noses into others’ lives - why they enjoyed gossip so much.

It might’ve been because the restaurant is so spacious, but the atmosphere grew lighter and more breathable. In here, the students were focused on the delicious breakfast and their friends instead of you. Walking behind everyone, your eyes ran over the whole room, searching for one person without much reason. Catching no glimpse of the familiar dark locks, you sighed, head hanging low. Two steps later, a hand enveloped your wrist and pulled you backward.  

Only after turning around, did you see Jungkook. He was facing forwards, right hand extended backward as he pulled you outside of the hotel. The steps the man was taking were hurried and long, while his strong grip on your wrist forced you to match the quick strides. Students that were late to breakfast walked past you, shocked expressions on their face and all you could do was smile pitifully.  

Jungkook stopped in the middle of the parking lot in front of the hotel. The sun outside was now sheltered, it’s rays fighting to pass through the gaps between grey clouds. For the first time during the trip, the sky wasn’t clear. It was grey and gloomy, and you supposed that it would rain today.

You were extremely hesitant in showing any kind of reaction when the other turned around. There was a generous amount of distrust in your eyes, which made Jungkook’s chest ache. He had no fears, but he was scared of losing you. The whole relationship was walking on an extremely thin line.  

Jungkook looked upset, irises quivering as he studied your features. There was so much going on inside of his eyes, but the most noticeable was the layer of tears around them. Jungkook never cried, and seeing the male like this wasn’t such a wishful sight. Even in such a hesitant state, you reached upwards to wipe the tears that threatened to spill from the corner of his eyes. Just then, Jungkook grabbed both of your wrists and held them tight. His breathing quickened, chest heaving up and down faster.  

“I’m sorry” Jungkook said, voice weak but clear. Being addressed with such a tone hurt. You gulped, feeling sudden weight pulling your chest down. The grip was still strong on your wrists; you’d run away and Jungkook was afraid of letting go. He didn’t know what to say to make the situation better, but it was clear that if he remained silent, it would only be worse.

“I... I should’ve been more careful” The male continued, seeing as you weren’t going to say anything yet. Your eyes were empty and Jungkook felt his hands tremble. Emotion, there was no emotion – it was frightening, to say the least. How did he manage to lose you so fast?

“But there was no bet, I don’t know what they’re talking about...” Jungkook added, his voice breaking at most of the words. The noise of rustling leaves and wind carried the sound of his sighs far away from your ears. The light breeze was turning into a strong wind and the grey clouds from before appeared much darker.

“Please don’t listen to them, it’s all lies”  

“Then who or what should I be listening to, Jungkook?” You replied, gaze piercing right through his brown eyes. At that moment, it was possible to read Jungkook’s emotions and thoughts. They were all one big blur, a huge tangled yarn. Truly, he was hurt. You were searching for a third party, someone else to believe when he was right there, right in front of you. A drop of rain fell on his head.

Moving one of your hands towards his chest, Jungkook took a deep breath, then held it. Sure enough, his heartbeat was horrendously quick, similar to the one in a bunny. When your eyes met again, Jungkook spoke.

“That’s what” With that, the male leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Then, as if timed, it began raining. Even in such a circumstance, when the harmless drops turned into a downpour, Jungkook wasn’t letting you go. He kissed you slowly as if the time of your universe was in his hands.

The words hadn’t registered in your mind immediately, which led to a delayed reaction. When the kiss broke, you pushed his chest slightly, creating some distance. Frowning and holding your head hung low, the goal was to avoid Jungkook’s eyes. His expression was one of pure shock, but unfortunately, it went by unnoticed.

So little time but so many expectations for a response. It was your turn to have clouded thoughts, with hands trembling while trying to grasp the situation. You could be holding a thing so important to someone right now. That, or you could be playing a victim in another one of his bets.  

You needed time to breathe.

“I... I’ll catch you later” Jungkook reached out to grab ahold of you, but it was too late. You were already out of reach, running back through thick rain. Jungkook was standing in the parking lot, left with the most heartbroken expression. The rain had drenched his clothes completely, hair sticking to his face, yet he didn’t mind. Jungkook didn’t mind as he sat down on the wet asphalt and watched the way you fought your way through a mass of students gathered at the entrance.  

Jungkook’s phone vibrated from the inside of his jeans pocket. Although they were drenched and the device was probably damaged, the male made no effort to shield it from water. He reached back, pulled it out and checked the screen. The rain made the phone slippery and its screen blurry, but Jungkook was still able to read the message.

William – 15 sec ago

10pm sharp at the café behind the hotel tonight. This is the last time, Jeon.

It took Jungkook a second to completely process William’s words and what he meant by them. Despite not having to do so, the other was creating one last chance for his best friend. Jungkook was so immensely thankful. He looked upwards and somehow caught the sight of William at the window, head shaking with his usual dissatisfied expression.

The three females ran after you, steps quick but firm as they tried not to slip on the puddles of water on the floor. Their words weren’t loud enough to overpower the deafening sound of your upset heart. Every single noise that would’ve usually attracted attention, was now too insignificant as Jungkook’s words kept replaying in your head.

That’s what.

The little fairy celebrated, happy to be right once more. She yelled again, told you that his words were what you wanted to hear all along, that you’ve finally won the game. Jeon Jungkook’s finally hooked on someone, just as planned. The man has been defeated and put in his place, she thought.

But the fairy had no connections with your chest. She wasn’t aware of how happy your heart became, or how beautiful the melody of your heartbeat was.

Jungkook’s words were certainly what you wanted to hear. While your head said that it’s because Jungkook was finally hooked on someone, your heart said that it’s because Jungkook was hooked on you.

When inside the room, you rushed towards the bathroom. The hot shower offered enough time to relax and clear your thoughts, mind finally back to working normally.

April and Marie sat on the beds while you showered, wondering where the last member has disappeared. As if summoned, Jackie entered inside just a few seconds later, a grin playing on her lips. She sat beside the two and remained silent until you came out of the bathroom. April stood up and helped pick clean clothes, motioning for Jackie to talk.

“I heard something awesome” The female’s voice was cheerful and happy, ready to deliver what seemed like the best news of your lives. With such an introduction, Jackie had the attention of her best friends fast. “They’re serving mousse cakes at the café!”

Hearing ‘mousse cake’ had your head jerking in Jackie’s direction, hands almost letting go of the towel. April grabbed your sides quick, preventing the cloth from dropping and earning a quick ‘thanks’ in return. You’ve always wanted to try a mousse cake; the pretty pictures and videos on Instagram always looked so delicious.

“Let’s go try it tonight!” Marie exclaimed; happiness evident in her tone. Although she had no clue about Jackie’s plan, she was following it surprisingly well.

“10 sounds well?” Jackie risked, aware that the sudden suggestion of time might be a bit suspicious. April coughed and shot Jackie a sneaky look before speaking up.

“Yeah, we might as well avoid the big crowds at that time” While rummaging through your bag, April glanced at the other from the corner of her eye. Marie looked between the two of them quietly, trying to understand what was happening. Being the only oblivious one, you were brushing your wet hair, not paying attention to their suspicious behavior. April handed over the last piece of clothing and a blow dryer, suddenly pushing you towards the bathroom.

Once the blow dryer was turned on, and the sound began echoing throughout your room, the three deemed that it was safe to talk normally. April, who sat in the middle, laughed and shook her head.

“William, huh?” She said, watching Jackie’s expression turn astonished and Marie’s confused. The first clapped quietly while nodding, fascinated by the guessing skills of her best friend.

“He’s putting too much effort into Jungkook’s business...” Marie wandered off at the end of her sentence, looking thoughtfully at an invisible dot on the wall. “Why’s William so bothered about it?”

“Because his best friend has no balls to act upon his crush alone” Jackie replied with the calmest voice as if what she has just said is everyday news. Honestly, it probably was everyday news at this point. And while all of them had that little amount of suspicion in the back of their mind, a verbal confirmation still appeared shocking.

“Holy fuck, she succeeded guys” Marie gasped, hand coming over her mouth to cover evident astonishment.

“She most certainly did, but...” Jackie mumbled, a worried look on her face giving off what she was currently feeling. Her thought although not finished, was clear to the other two and they nodded along, understanding what their best friend meant.

You most certainly succeeded at your plan, but what now? What now when it was obvious your heart was as yearning as Jungkook’s? That wasn’t a part of the plan, but you weren’t to blame, and neither was Jungkook. Emotions probably wouldn’t have gotten involved if the encounters were limited to sexual activity only. Arousing touches and quiet whimpers were nice, but his tight holds, passionate kisses and glances full of adoration were the ones which unconsciously lured you in. The way Jungkook’s pupils would expand when locking on you and the fact that he viewed you like the last drop of water in his palm. How could all of that be a stupid act? How?

Your and Jungkook’s friends could barely act on the situation. In the end, it was your own actions and conclusions that will make the final decision.  

Marie took one last look at the bathroom door, more out of suspicion than anything else, before she spoke: “So how are we going to pull this out?”  

For an unknown reason, the girls suggested that you dress up nicely. Not refusing their proposal, you picked out a cute and soft outfit, something that will match well with the adorable pastel design of the café. It consisted of a loose baby pink t-shirt that was tucked inside of white jeans and then paired up with pink shoes. Your makeup was minimal, light foundation and concealer as well as your brows, all done in a matter of five minutes. The excitement on your face was evident, you were ready to try the beautiful sweet for the first time ever.

There was a slight jump to your walk as you hummed the melody of a favorite song. You paced before everyone; chin held high and smile wide. The chimes on the ceiling sounded once the door was opened, your eyes immediately locking on the beautiful and colorful mousse cakes. To a passerby, you looked like a child in a candy shop, eyes devouring whatever was before them. To be honest, that was probably true. You were a grown child ogling all the sweets with the happiest grin on her face.

Shortly after, the chimes above the door sounded again, indicating somebody’s entrance. Dismissing it as your best friends, you continued eying the copious display until someone gripped your wrist. The familiar warmth spread fast and you turned around, gaze tearing away from a peach cake, to meet Jungkook.

The male was dressed casually, ripped denim jeans with a black hoodie. His hair was messy, eyes hooded and protected by a pair of thin, round glasses. Jungkook’s lips weren’t forming a smile or a smirk, but a strong frown. As he stood just a breath away, it was possible to see your reflection in his expanded pupils.

The serenity of the moment was destroyed as you looked away, eyes now trained on the glass. Glancing through the windows of the café, you caught no glimpse of your best friends. They always seemed to disappear at the worst possible times, and it was slowly becoming clear why.

“We need to talk” Jungkook said with a voice that was surprisingly calm. His point finger came up to push your chin back in its previous position – eyes once again locking. The man evidently didn’t care that you were in public and this close, for he had even turned around and ordered for you.

“Two of triple chocolate, please” Jungkook pointed towards the display. With one hand, he began rummaging through his pockets for the money to pay, while the other still held your wrist. Jungkook found the notes relatively quick and handed them over, not accepting the change and only taking the plate with cakes in return.

You were dragged outside and behind the café, into its miniature garden. There were many tables, but surprisingly, none were taken. Jungkook chose one fast and put the plate down on it, then pulled a chair out for you to sit in. The garden was exposed to the beautiful open sea, granting a stunning view to easily get lost in. Spacing out, you almost forgot about Jungkook’s presence until the man cleared his throat and gained your attention.

“So...” Jungkook started but soon realized that he didn’t feel as brave as before. A hand came up to scratch the back of his neck and tension began to show in his eyes.  

“So?” You asked back, picking up a spoon and pushing it into the soft delicacy. All while cutting through the cake, you watched Jungkook, anticipating his words. There was a sharp intake of breath from the other before he decided to continue.

“I like you” Jungkook whispered, head hanging low immediately after those words left his lips. The man was blushing, his cheeks now the prettiest shade of pink. He avoided your gaze and hoped that his burning skin would cool down fast. After a few seconds of silence, Jungkook managed to gather enough courage to continue.

“I like you so fucking much, it’s indescribable” He resumed, gaze lifting slightly to check your reaction. Jungkook’s hands were positioned under the table, hiding his fingers that nervously fidgeted. “There was no bet to fuel my actions, just...just my heart”.

Even though a smile was suppressed, the pink patches on your cheeks gave out the way you felt. Whilst Jungkook probably would’ve liked to, he wasn’t able to feel how your heart desired to jump out. It was creating a huge mess inside of your chest and waking up the butterflies inside of your stomach. Jungkook was sincerely confessing; finally wording his feelings and proving that none of his actions were play-pretend.  

“Three months ago, you walked inside of my heart and made yourself at home” The other spoke, catching the smile that finally broke out on your lips. Although more confident, Jungkook’s eyes couldn’t linger on yours for too long, afraid that he’d get lost and forget what he wanted to say.

“That night when we were losing a period and went to the park together...” Jungkook remembered, taking you back to the exact date of his story. The history professor called in sick and the class decided to spend that period together. Gathering around in a nearby park, everyone feasted on leftover snacks and talked while music played through a Bluetooth speaker. Much like many of your friends, you sang and danced to the songs as if it was your last. The passerby would lock their eyes on the group for a second too long, happiness visible on their faces as they reminisced about their own teenage days.

Jungkook’s eyes were locked on you most of the time. Back then, you thought the man was only judging you for acting such a way. Oh, how wrong one could be.

“Even back then, you looked like an angel. The lights illuminated your face in such ways that your skin glowed. You were smiling all the time and the fact that you weren’t even the slightest bit embarrassed while shouting the lyrics to ‘In the name of love’. Gosh, baby, you weren’t hitting any of those notes, but it was adorable”

Jungkook’s remark had you laughing loud, remembering just how Marie yelled ‘you sound like a dying whale’ after the first chorus. The man smiled while he watched you lean backward in the chair, chuckling with hands covering your stomach. The sound of your laughs grew to be one of his favorite sounds and he wished to hear it every day.

“Gee, thanks, and here I was, thinking about pursuing singing if everything else fails” You joked, looking at Jungkook’s shocked expression through teary eyes. Jungkook shook his head as if to dismiss your plans, before continuing his speech.

“Honestly, I don’t care that you sound like a dying whale, as long as you’re my dying whale” The man added onto the joke, seeing as you were more than open for it. The comment only had you smiling wider, heart swelling and expanding to an impossible size.

“And since that day, you give me reasons to like you more with each passing day, whether it’s your acts of kindness, bad jokes or shy smiles. Actually, at this point, it’s just...everything about you” Jungkook now held your eyes, anxiety long gone. It was his first and last chance at this, so he had to make the most of it.

“Then this school trip came...” You mumbled, the blush from before reappearing on your cheeks.

“I don’t know what made you accept, but the moment you fell onto my sheets, I realized I was far too gone” He spoke with such integrity, that it crushed your heart. You agreed to it only because Marie set the dare, while Jungkook probably had to sustain his heart from jumping out every time you came close.

Silence fell upon the small space, only sound being the waves and light breeze tickling the leaves of palms far away. Jungkook looked hesitant as if he had something else to say, so you allowed him a second to decide what to do.

“I told you all of that, hoping you’ll understand and notice how much you mean to me...” He trailed off, his sentence slowly fading out at the end. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to relieve sudden tension, Jungkook added.

“So, I hope that you’ll be generous enough to give me a chance?” That was it. Jungkook dropped the question. The upcoming few seconds were the longest and most painful in his life. He caught the way your smile disappeared, and you began fidgeting, so Jungkook instinctively reached out for your hand and with pleading eyes, whispered.

“Please don’t run away this time, just give me an answer”

The tone Jungkook used to say those words, served as a punch to your heart. Letting go of the other’s hand, you stood up immediately. Before the man could let panic show in his eyes, you took two steps around the circular table. With a swift movement, you sat on his lap, hands coming up to cradle his warm cheeks. Jungkook’s hands naturally came to rest at your hips, caressing the clothed piece of skin for reassurance.

“I don’t know what it is with you Jeon Jungkook...” You whispered, leaning closer so your noses were touching. The contact was light, but enough to make Jungkook chuckle. “You’ve made me feel confused, flustered, hot, worried, happy – every single emotion possible, in just a span of a few days...and I like it”

Jungkook relaxed underneath you, his knee that was previously jumping in place now still. Apart from his knee, Jungkook’s breathing calmed too and his eyes looked more serene.  

“I liked how different each of our encounters was, from heated dances in the disco to peaceful walks on the beach” Continuing, you observed how Jungkook’s eyes turned into thin slits as he smiled.  

“I liked how mindful you were, and how much attention you were willing to give” The words kept spilling, and at this point, you weren’t even sure where from.

“Then today came and... fuck I was so horrified” You looked away for the first time, wiping your sweaty hands on the soft material of the pink shirt. The man’s smile turned into a frown and he tilted his head, put down by the memory of today’s happenings.

“Horrified because I didn’t want to believe that it was an act...I didn’t want to lose you” Whispering in a small voice, you smiled. Upon hearing those words, Jungkook’s grin was back, much bigger than before. His heart was leaping and running circles because you actually cared about him. Jungkook waited patiently for your speech to end, for a chance to kiss and hug you like he had always wanted.  

“And I’m sorry that my fear made me unwillingly stand you up today...” After reaching up and tapping Jungkook’s nose, your hand moved higher and took off his glasses. Rising an eyebrow at the other, you leaned closer, lips just mere millimeters away from his.

“But here I am right now, to tell you that I like you too” With that, you closed in the insignificant distance and kissed him. The contact was short, way shorter than some of the kisses the two of you shared in the past; yet it carried much more meaning. Two quickened heartbeats weren’t being merciful, the need for oxygen unbearable as both of you gasped for air.

Jungkook scanned your flustered face for a couple of seconds, enjoying the beauty of his girl. Not long after, he reached behind you with one hand, the sound of metal meeting porcelain soon filling the small space around. Jungkook cut a generous part of the cake and brought it to your lips. Accepting the piece, you savored the beautiful taste on your tongue. It was way better than anyone could imagine, the three different types of chocolate perfectly mixing together.

“We have forgotten about the cake...” You said with a pout, a smear of chocolate left on the corner of your lips. Jungkook was quick to wipe it off with his thumb, then peck the mentioned area, earning a giggle in return. He was about to get another scoop of the cake, but leaned back, seemingly remembering something to say.

“Well, what can I do when I have something much sweeter in front of me” Jungkook replied, the representative smirk finally back on his features. Hearing such a reply, made you frown and push his chest lightly.

“Ew, you’re just too cheesy Jeon”

Jungkook had you pushed up against the white wooden door, littering kisses on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands were roaming around an invisible path starting at your shoulder blades and finishing at your ass. Jungkook groped the flesh roughly, his fingertips leaving temporary bruises on the already ruined skin. Your hands scratched his muscular back, nails painting red lines that caused the other to moan.  

Jungkook could never get enough of his hickeys on your skin, therefore yearning to leave as many of them as possible. Whimpers of his name spilled through your lips like a mantra, making Jungkook smirk. Oh, how much he loved hearing those.

Soon enough, you were picked up and carried a few steps back, towards the bed. Jungkook then climbed over, continuing his abuse on your lips. The man was damned, for he was too good at making you feel incredibly aroused. Even the kisses Jungkook delivered were a form of torture, his lips leaving burning spots on yours.

One of Jungkook’s hands wandered down, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling down on it. Understanding his silent demand, your back arched and you took the top off in a swift motion. A beautiful, lacy black bralette was exposed. Jungkook audibly gasped at the sight, his eyebrow raising and smirk widening. Then, the man lifted the waistband of your white pants and peeked inside. Surely enough, he caught a glimpse of matching black panties.  

“Oh? Who did you dress up so provocatively for, baby?” Of course, Jungkook was only teasing, but secretly, he wanted to believe that you did it because of him. Who wouldn’t?

“I don’t know... could you tell me?” Biting back, you let a cheeky smirk break out. Jungkook frowned at the reply, his gaze turning serious all of the sudden. Soon, there was a light slap on your clothed thigh. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt, but sufficient to remind you how to act. Instantly, your head shamefully turned away, but the man had none of that. He grabbed your jaw and held it in its previous position.

“You’re not in the position to talk back like that, darling” Jungkook all but growled, his hold becoming tighter with each word. At this point, it began to hurt slightly, but before the contact became too much, he let go.

“I don’t touch you for twenty-four hours and you suddenly forget your manners? Pathetic” The words were degrading and growing stronger with each comment. Still, every now and then, the man occasionally glanced up at you with less lustful and more careful eyes, checking if his vocabulary was okay.

“Shouldn’t you remind me, then?” Riling Jungkook up proved to be great fun. He couldn’t believe how ballsy you were getting, especially when not aware of the things he could make you do as punishment. Jungkook delivered another slap to your thigh, earning a sharp gasp in return.

“What I should do is shut you up” Jungkook’s voice was strong and authoritative. Such a tone sent another wave of arousal through your body, the wetness of your center now becoming way too much to bear. Your thighs rubbed together to relieve some tension, which didn’t go by unnoticed. Jungkook looked at you, then with an eyebrow raised and jaw clenched, laughed mockingly.

“I don’t think so, honey. On the ground” He motioned downwards with a point finger. The male didn’t offer a helping hand, for he was unbuttoning the tight denim jeans and watching you with sultry eyes. Obeying the orders, you crawled off the bed and kneeled on the ground, hands neatly placed on your thighs. Predicting Jungkook’s next moves, you then reached out and helped him pull the offending clothes off.

Once Jungkook’s cock was free from any restraints, you leaned closer, ready to taste him. Only a few millimeters away, you were pulled by your hair, which Jungkook tugged on pretty harshly. You were forced to look up, while Jungkook gripped his erection and then slapped you with it numerous times. Tiny beads of precum leaked from the tip and painted your cheeks, your tongue darting out to pick up whatever available. Instead of pulling it back, you held the muscle out, watching the other full of expectation.  

Jungkook was pleasantly surprised. Leading his cock and tapping it on your extended muscle, he allowed a second to prepare before thrusting in. Struggling to breathe, the gag reflex caused your throat to spasm around the dick in your mouth. The weight of Jungkook’s member on your tongue was pleasant, your muffled moans sending vibrations over the other’s skin. Before Jungkook managed to lose himself in the feeling of pleasure, he caught you fighting for breath. He pulled out and allowed three proper breaths before thrusting back in.

This time, instead of chocking you with his cock, Jungkook decided on throat fucking you. With head held in place and lips opened wide, you tried to suck and swallow around the member that was shoved inside with a brutal pace. Copious amount of spit dribbled down your chin and coated both Jungkook’s cock and balls, making the entrance that much filthier every time. The male gripped the underside of your jaw, feeling whenever your throat opened to welcome him.  

Slurping sounds echoed throughout the room and the other moaned whenever you swallowed around him. Soon, the moment became too hot and Jungkook had to push your head away to prevent himself from coming. He checked if you were okay, the back of his palm wiping the dried tears and spit on your face. Responding with a smile, you leaned in and pecked his lips, immediately retrieving back to the kneeling position. Jungkook nodded, lust in his eyes suddenly exchanged for adoration.  

“Up” This time, the male helped you stand up. He laid down on the bed, then propped his head up with one arm to watch your confused figure standing just a few steps away. Jungkook’s cock stood up proudly and he was quick to grasp it in a free hand, an expectant look on his face. “What are you waiting for? Strip”

Not wasting a second, you unbuttoned the white jeans and shimmied out of them. The fabric stuck to your skin due to the rising temperature. Finally, the matching black panties were exposed and you turned around, giving the man a full display of your ass. Swinging your hips enticingly and occasionally delivering a loud slap to the soft flesh, you decided to tease the man while in position to do so.

Unclasping, but not getting rid of the bra immediately, you turned and crouched, legs spread and arms positioned in-between. In such position, the fabric fell off by itself, exposing your breasts to the other. Kneading them and pinching the sensitive buds, you whined, eyes closing for a quick moment. Jungkook then sat up, but was soon pushed back, a teasing smile on your lips. The fabric was thrown somewhere far away and you started taking the panties off in a torturous pace. Hips swaying left and right, the cloth was lowered centimeter by centimeter. Their middle stuck to your lower lips, proving just how aroused you were. Jungkook only stared at the place of contact with lustful eyes.  

Once completely bare, your hands ran over the heated skin. Jungkook’s breath hitched as you dropped on all fours and began approaching him like a cat. When just a breath away, you sat up and held the man’s open thighs, opting to deliver a kiss to the tip of his cock. Jungkook’s head was thrown back, but he regained control fast, instantly sitting up and pulling you on his lap. The male opened one of the nightstands and pulled out a condom, rolling it on in record time. The thick member rested in between your legs and Jungkook guided your hips down and over it.

His grip tightened every time the tip caught at your entrance, most probably leaving bruises on the soft skin. Excitement bubbled up at the thought of being painted with his marks until there was no clear patch of skin.

The teasing was deemed too much for both and your pussy ached to finally be filled. Therefore, you reached behind and grabbed Jungkook’s member, positioning it under your entrance before lowering down on it. Jungkook hissed and you whimpered, not quite expecting the pain that followed. No matter how prepared you thought you were, the slide hurt a bit. Just then, did it occur that you didn’t prep yourself and neither has Jungkook. For the first time, the man acted somewhat selfish and for an unknown reason, it was extremely arousing.

When impaled on his cock to the hilt, you leaned in and kissed Jungkook. The contact was quick and light, enough to leave the other feeling lightheaded. You circled with your hips first, then turned to raise them up. Spelling coconut proved to be rather interesting, because it gave extreme pleasure to the both of you. His cock managed to touch just the right places; your g-spot constantly abused with every slide in. Your walls squeezed Jungkook tight, but the excessive juices of your arousal allowed him sloppy and fast thrusts.

“Losing control, Jeon?” You teased, a hand coming up to trace invisible patterns on his abs. The contact tickled Jungkook, but he didn't show it, for he had already perched up, face just a breath away from yours. Jungkook smirked, stilling your hips and holding tight. Just being seated inside of your warm cunt like this, was driving the male insane. His tip was touching the heavenly spot and you tried grinding down, attempting to bribe in some more pleasure. Jungkook had none of that.

“Noisy again?” With that, Jungkook pulled out and flipped you over, all but throwing you down on the bed.

“I’ll give you a reason to be noisy, slut” There was no time to react before Jungkook pulled you up on all fours and pushed your head into the mattress. A sharp smack was delivered to your behind, followed by another one, and another one - the final count reaching ten. Whimpers and moans echoed through the room; loud pants barely suppressed by the blanket underneath you. The blows were painful, but the pain turned into pleasure before the next strike was delivered.

“You enjoyed that, didn't you?” Jungkook asked with a dose of annoyance in his tone. You remained motionless, probably not even hearing the question because of the ringing in your ears. Jungkook spanked you again, eliciting a scream in return. “I asked you a question, baby”

“Yes Sir” You replied, there was no use of lying to the other. Jungkook rolled his eyes and tsked in return.

“Of course you did, filthy slut” He replied, gripping his cock and leading it towards your entrance once again. The slide was less painful than last time but equally as pleasurable. Jungkook leaned over and grabbed your hair, pulling you up by it. Your neck was exposed, eyes looking at the ceiling as the other set a merciful pace from the beginning. Jungkook sucked bruises on the tender skin, one hand holding you up and the other going around to rub your clit.

“Fuck, spread your legs” The male replied, noticing how your thighs opened once his fingers ghosted over the sensitive bud. You began to grind on his palm, back arched. Instantly, a slap was delivered to your lower lips.

“You’re being greedy” Jungkook whispered, lips nipping at your earlobe and pulling it down. With eyes closed, you gulped and nodded, fighting the urge to grind down on his fingers once again. The high began to build quick, your walls contracting and squeezing Jungkook, alerting him of the upcoming storm.

“Going to cum already?” He murmured with a mocking tone, hips quickening the already fast pace. His cock thrust into your pussy as if it was molded for him, every pull granting a view of your juices glistening on his shaft. Jungkook moaned at the addictive sight.

“Gonna cream on me like a good slut?” The male added, noticing just how tight you were getting. His words added on to the pleasure, the filthy vocabulary igniting another kind of fire in your cunt.  

Every push was stronger than the last one and a minute was all it took for you to cum. Jungkook’s hips were flushed against yours, but still thrusting as if to prolong the pleasure with each touch of your g-spot. His name left your lips like a mantra, growing more desperate with every repetition.

Once calm, Jungkook picked up and flipped you over, inserting himself inside again. The oversensitivity hit and you tried shying away, but Jungkook held your legs open. His thumb played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your cunt spasm and hips grind. The oversensitivity began turning into pleasure, Jungkook’s hands working together to keep your lips open while playing with your clit. His gaze was trained down, onto his disappearing member and sloppy mound, heartbeat quickening.

“Your tight cunt is taking it so well, princess” The contrast of his degradation and praise was messing with your head and crotch. Both nicknames made your back arch from the bed, head thrown back, happy to be so good or bad for the other man. “You’re so good for me”

“O-only for you” Bringing the phrase back, you made the other still for a millisecond. From now on, you're going to be good for him only. A feeling of possessiveness was back and the other leaned in, speaking just a breath away from your lips.

“That's right” Jungkook delivered a quick peck to your lips, eyes always locked with yours. “I’m sure a slut like you would open her legs for anyone” Jungkook's words weren't sincere but by the way you sighed and squirmed, he was sure you liked them. Both highs were approaching and Jungkook made sure to fuck you much rougher the closer he got.

“But I won't let you” There was a devilish grin on his face and a possessive look in his eyes. Jungkook gripped your jaw and held it in place, eyes locked while both of your pants mixed in the still air.

“Jungkook, fuck, harder” Jungkook smirked before he picked you up and positioned you to sit on the nearby table. From such an angle, Jungkook was able to pound you like an animal, his hips never once losing rhythm while the table bumped against the wall. The male looked into your eyes, observed just how fucked out you were, his heart swelling with pride.

A hand came up to grasp your breast, pinching and pulling one of the nipples, making your head roll backwards. Jungkook took the opportunity and latched himself on the exposed skin, tongue licking a long stripe along your neck. The other hand suddenly pressed down onto your pelvis and the knot that has been building up, exploded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Jungkook!” You screamed, hands latching around his neck and head relaxing, back arching from the wall. The orgasm ripped through your body like lightning, legs and arms shaking as Jungkook held you up. He pulled out, but with one hand holding his cock, teased your slit, dragging the head over it. Then, much unexpectedly, a huge mass of liquid exploded from your cunt, wetting both you, the table and the ground underneath it.

Jungkook continued his ministrations until the juices flowed no more, then took the condom off and jerked himself to completion. The white ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mostly painting your stomach, but reaching your tilted chin too.

For a minute, the room was enveloped in silence, while the two looked at each other, trying to still their breathing. Jungkook was the first one to straighten up, his finger scooping some of the cum and pushing it past your lips. You lapped on the finger, tasting the bitter flavor again and the man repeated the action, every time scooping cum from a different part of your body. Then, when satisfied, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you.

“Are you okay?” There was a cautious look in his eyes, which soon disappeared when you smiled and nodded.

“More than okay”

“Let’s get you cleaned up then” Jungkook smiled, his dimples making a shy appearance while his eyes turned into crescent moons. It took him a quick second to throw on a pair of boxers and a shirt before he turned to you again. The male picked you up, then walked towards the bathroom. He sat you down in the shower and kneeled right besides, turning the shower on and checking the temperature. Once the water was warm enough, Jungkook began washing your body, using his own shower gel to clean you up and massage your sore muscles. You sighed, happy to be receiving such a treatment.  

When done, Jungkook held you up and wiped the water off with a clean towel, beaming with joy now that you smelt like him. For sure, you’ve tried letting the other know that he doesn’t have to help so much, but Jungkook didn’t want to hear any of that. He’d only look away and pretend to not hear you.

The male dressed you up (in his clothes) and helped brush your hair, then performed another massage on your tired back muscles. Jungkook noticed the way your head dropped and eyes closed, therefore he opted to carefully lay you down on his bed and tucking you in. With a smile, you watched the other leave to the bathroom, probably to clean and take care of himself too.  

Jungkook came back into the room to the sight of you sleeping peacefully. You were curled up on one side of the bed, wrapped in a blanket and resembling a burrito, but still leaving enough space for Jungkook to join. He walked the short distance and sat on the bed carefully, as if not to wake you. From there, the male observed your sleeping form, wondering just how lucky and happy he was at this moment. He was so in love but also scared to admit it.  

Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open and the two gazes met. Unexpectedly, you slid a hand underneath the blanket and smiled at the other. Jungkook's heart cried from happiness as he placed his hand in yours, fingers interlacing immediately. Just like that, your eyes closed again and the steady breathing resumed.  

You too were extremely ecstatic. Everything ended up being okay and even more than that. So many emotions flowed through your mind that if someone was to ask how you felt, you wouldn't know where to begin with. Because you'd tell them that it's happiness, satisfaction, awe, gratitude, content, every single positive emotion one could ever feel. You'd tell them it's exactly what your heart yearned for all this time. This feeling of affection and deep connection.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do. He wished to climb the highest of highs and scream that you were his so everyone in the world could hear. But also, he wanted to cherish this moment with you only, to treasure and remember it forever. Therefore, the male picked up his phone from the nightstand and opened the camera app. He snapped a shot of your interlaced fingers, the lack of proper light making the picture look blurry and grainy. Jungkook didn't mind, for he had already opened the gallery up, found the photo and wrote a new description for it before saving.

“love is a game for two and i'm so glad you're the one i'm playing with”

A/N:  Well that’s it! Finally finished! I’m so thankful for all the support this fic has gotten, I never imagined one of my works getting such appreciation. Thank you. Thank you so so much. Each and every one of you who read this fic. Hopefully, you enjoyed this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it and I wish for you to stay with me as we dive further and experience new plots together. See you soon 💜

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What do you say/when tears are streaming down your face/in front of everyone you know?/And what do you do when the one/who means the most to you/is the one who didn't show? ( ♫ )

Although nobody wanted to admit it, Peyton really was a sorry sight.

She had been alright during the first hour, fluttering from friend to friend, enveloping them in her famous hugs. She was radiant as ever; a party dress and red lipstick; but two hours in, her bonfire light started to flicker in to something more like a firefly. She started to teeter nervously by the front door, glancing at her phone every now and then. By the third hour, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, Lexie, Allie and Bonnie following her.

They would come back moments later sans Peyton, whispering furiously among themselves. Someone nearby catching a word or two would have heard a familiar name; could have noted the mix of emotions in the voices of Peyton's concerned friends.

Eventually, Peyton would emerge, and the three girls who saw her out would have forgotten to tell everyone else to be a little considerate, because the guests would swell in to song and bring out the cake with its lit candles, and Peyton Clark, Peyton who had tried so hard not to fall apart in private, would start to cry.

*

“I know I’m a horrible singer, but I didn’t think it would reduce you to tears.” 

Peyton let out a small laugh, and the knots in Luke’s chest loosened a bit. Deciding it was safe, he sat down next to her on the street curb, nodding in her general direction. “You’re going to ruin your dress.” he commented absent-mindedly. “Well, pretty much everything else is ruined, anyway,” Peyton answered after a moment, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. “What’s one more thing?”

Luke couldn’t bring himself to say anything in response. 

He had been wrangled in by Bonnie as one of the early guests; for set-up purposes, it seemed. Before Peyton arrived at the restaurant earlier that day, he helped the girls slave away at the decorations and the reservations, acting nonchalant about the whole thing but not wanting to be anywhere else. 

He had watched her cautiously throughout the whole night, even going as far as being the one to mention to Bonnie that she had left the room. When everyone burst in to a Happy Birthday, he was the first to notice her thin veneer of calm creak; he was the one who moved towards her as everyone stepped back. 

As she blew her candles and tried to pass off her tears as a joke, Luke held her hand, daring anyone to contradict her.

The party thinned out an hour or two later. A few friends lagged back to help with cleaning up, and Bonnie laid a hand on Luke’s shoulders as he finished sweeping out some confetti. “She’s outside.” Bonnie had mumbled, taking the broom from Luke’s hands. “I think she needs you more than any of us.” 

And that was how they ended up there, 11PM on Peyton Clark’s nineteenth birthday, with nothing but the street lights to keep them company. 

Luke never did learn how to properly comfort a girl. It was not like people approached him with the knowledge that he was a shoulder to cry on. But things had always been a little different with Peyton, a little easier; so when he reached out his arm to pull her in, it felt natural, normal. 

“I felt so lame to be there... all dressed up with no one to impress.” Peyton whimpered, and something inside of Luke felt like it was on the verge of snapping. “He said he’d be here.” 

He. James Oliver. 

He liked to joke that he and James got along swimmingly, but Luke was one of the few who was granted a moment to see past what he called the boy’s ‘student council body vice president facade’. (It had, of course, been over Peyton. James had thrown a solid right hook upon trying to prove a point to a then-intoxicated Luke, even going as far as calling his ambiguity amusing before finally admitting that he liked Peyton, who, then, Luke could not bring himself to admit he liked as well.)

Luke had no idea why James wasn’t present. He wasn’t in charge of RSVP-ing the guests, but it should have been a given; he was Peyton’s boyfriend, after all.

The two started dating a little after Christmas two years ago. Beaumont just ate the two of them up; Peyton, being the school sweetheart, couldn’t possibly have had a better match than the oh-so perfect James. The oh-so perfect James that ghosted on his girlfriend on her birthday, Luke thought spitefully as he glanced away from Peyton. He couldn’t bear to see her tear up. 

He had initially thought James was merely fashionably late; probably preparing a little surprise of his own; and by the second hour, the passing thought had shifted in to a hope, more for Peyton’s sake than anyone else’s. He was aware that the couple were somewhat on rocks. He had, after all, been by Peyton’s side during her late night ice cream runs and quiet book-reading at the library every post-fight. (Something that had increased in the past few months, now that Luke thought about it.)

But she hadn’t cried. She had never cried over any of those. And Luke could take that; couples fought all the time; but as he held her then, he knew in his heart that he could never forgive James Oliver for what he’d done. (Or, rather, what he didn’t do.) 

“Did he tell you why?” Luke asked through gritted teeth. He could feel Peyton shake her head against him. “I think his phone is dead.” Peyton whispered, and Luke couldn’t help the next words that came out of him. 

“Don’t make excuses for him, Clark. You’re better than that. You deserve better than that.” 

Peyton sniffled, detaching from Luke to give him a look. “Then what do I deserve?” she asked, and even then, Luke could catch the hint of amusement in her tone. 

God, this girl will be the death of me. 

“Somebody who shows up on your birthday.” Luke answered. He felt a tinge of guilt at the expression of hurt that flashed across Peyton’s face, but suddenly all the things he didn’t like about James Oliver was coming out, and he couldn’t stop. 

“You deserve somebody who doesn’t have you needing ice cream for comfort at 3AM in the morning, although I never minded being the one to pick you up. You deserve somebody who would put you first without hesitation. Who would always make time for you. Who would adore you, dressed up or not. Who would text back if he couldn’t come, who would make sure you’re never worrying or sad or crying.” 

You deserve me, even though I’m not sure if I deserve you, Luke was about to say, had the loud ringing of Peyton’s phone not interrupted them. She fumbled a bit before pulling it out of her pocket, and once it was out, she let it lay in her hand, singing some All Time Low song. 

James’ caller ID glared up at the two of them. 

Peyton hesitated before picking it up. 

Luke could hear James’ blabber, catching a few words and phrases here and there: finals, falling asleep, thinking it was tomorrow. Tears welled up in Peyton’s eyes, and Luke reached out, taking her hand in his. She seemed to then remember that he was there, looking over at Luke as if something inside of her were shifting as she took in a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it.” Luke heard James say from the other line. 

“I’m sorry, too.” Peyton said softly, all the resolve in the world cemented in to the simple three words. She ended the call.

That was the moment he knew.