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oddinary4bts · 4 months ago

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Chasing Cars ch 9.5 | jjk

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: frat party, jungkook being jealous, curses, cigarettes, alcohol, mention of intercourse

☆word count: 3k

☆a/n: jelly jk from his pov for y'all <3 I hope you like it :') I really struggled with this one so apologies if it's not good... I'll try to make it up to you guys in the next one <3

☆series masterpost

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Jungkook got to the party late. They were pre-drinking at Jimin and Sera’s apartment with the whole friend group, yet his thoughts kept diverging to you, as they’ve been doing every day since New York.

Every day since he realized he’s falling in love with you.

The party is loud, yet not loud enough to stop him from looking around for you. He hasn’t seen you yet - you were pre-drinking with your friends Ria and Nabi tonight, and he doesn’t know if you made it to the party yet. All he knows is that Jimin has been offering him knowing smirks every time Jungkook dares look away from the group, so he’s been trying to tone his searching down, if only so that Jimin doesn’t grow too suspicious.

To be fair, Jungkook is convinced Jimin knows. Though he hasn’t told him that you came to New York with him, Jimin just has a way of knowing things…

At least Taehyung hasn’t questioned him. Jungkook doesn’t know if he’d be able to lie - he’s always been a shit liar, and the thought of you makes his heart race far too much for him to stay impassive when someone mentions you.

He’s growing impatient though - he wants to see you, wants to make sure that you’re okay. Not that he thinks you wouldn’t be. He really just wants to see you.

It’s like he’s summoned you from his thoughts, as a few seconds later, you appear, walking in the kitchen from the backyard’s sliding doors. You’re accompanied by one of the guys that was over the time you hosted your friends - Yoongi, he’s pretty sure - and you guys look like you’re headed somewhere.

But then you turn your head, and your gaze meets his and everything fades away. There’s just you and him, and he offers you a soft, intimate smile. You say something to Yoongi before heading towards Jungkook, and he thinks he can’t quite breathe.

You’re beautiful. You’ve always been, but you’re different now, like you shine from an aura he couldn’t quite see before. He loves it, like he’s starting to love everything about you.

He never thought he’d fall so hard one day, that he’d fall in love so deep he knows he’ll never be able to swim out of this ocean of feelings. Yet here he is, and he’s been loving every second of it.

“Hey,” you say as you stop next to him, though it’s addressed to the whole group.

A chorus of heys reply to you, and Jungkook waits for the conversation to resume before he leans closer to you.

“Who’s that guy?” he asks, even though he knows.

You purse your lips, visibly holding a laugh in. “A friend. He’s going through a breakup?” You say it like a question, and Jungkook waits for you to continue, even as his heart clenches strangely in his chest. “I’m trying to be there for him.”

Jungkook grits his teeth. “A friend?”

Something sparkles in your gaze, and Jungkook realizes he fucked up. Especially as you smirk, and then tease, “Are you jealous?”

Jungkook looks around, eyebrows slightly furrowed, making sure no one is listening. Only Yoongi is paying attention to the two of you, but he’s standing a little further behind you, far enough for the loud party to cover your words.

“Should I be?” Jungkook says.

You wink, and Jungkook’s heart clenches harder. That’s when he understands the bitter emotion slowly coating his throat - he is actually jealous, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Not at all,” you answer. “His breakup is with a guy so… I fear I’m lacking a certain part of my body for him to find me attractive.”

Though Jungkook wants to laugh at the joke, all he finds himself able to say is, “Could be bi.”

“Could be,” you repeat, shrugging your shoulders. You gently brush your hand on the back of Jungkook’s, and he tells himself that it’s enough to tone the jealousy down. “I’ll come find you when it’s time to leave?” you ask.

He nods, glancing at Yoongi. He hopes you can’t tell how jealous he actually is. The rational part of his brain reminds him that you were breathing soft moans in his neck earlier today, yet he isn’t able to listen to it.

You step away from Jungkook, and it only reinforces his jealousy, though he realizes you only did so because Jimin is looking at the two of you. Or at least he hopes you didn’t step away because you can sense the treacherous, bitter emotions swirling in his mind right now.

He takes a deep breath to make sure he speaks steady, and then he replies, “Yeah, let me know when you want to go home.”

You smile, nodding once. “Good evening, JK.”

He returns the smile, wishing you’d called him Kook instead, and then he watches you walk away, unable to keep his eyes off the back of your head. You’re almost in the hall when you turn your head back towards him, and once again, Jungkook is struck thinking he’s alone in the universe with you. When you turn back around to leave, he feels like he’s free-falling, and he’s brought down to Earth by Jimin clapping on his back, suggesting to play beer pong.

And so Jungkook plays beer pong with Jimin, winning a few games like they most always do even though he can barely concentrate. Indeed, he’s distracted by the thought of you, the thought of you with Yoongi, and he scans the room every few seconds, hoping that you’ll reappear.

But you don’t. You don’t, and the bitter, ugly feeling sits heavy in his stomach, only increasing as he and Jimin finally stop playing, and he claims he has to go to the bathroom so that he can go looking around for you.

You’re not in the living room when he heads there, and he doesn’t find you in the hall upstairs either. He has half a thought to try the doors to see if he can find you, but he’s too afraid to stumble upon someone else busy doing… whatever he would be doing if he hadn’t met you.

Or worse - he imagines stumbling upon you, and it hurts so bad he decides to head back downstairs. His friends find him there, and he’s stuck following them outside as they’re going for a smoke. He reckons he might need one too, and he smokes with them, hating the taste of the cigarette for enhancing the bitterness already coating his throat.

While his friends are deep in conversation about a subject he hasn’t been able to pay attention to, Jungkook pulls his phone out of his pocket. He sends you a quick text as he toys with his piercings, and then quickly shoves his phone back in his pocket.

Jimin is watching him when he looks up, and Jungkook slightly frowns, cocking an eyebrow.

“Everything okay?” Jimin says, a smirk on his lips.

“Always,” Jungkook shoots back, and Jimin chuckles before looking away.

Time passes without the familiar buzz of a text incoming, and Jungkook ends up staying outside with his friends for a long time despite the chill of the evening - it’s been weirdly warm lately, so at least they aren’t freezing their asses off. Jungkook forces himself to join in the conversation, and it works for a time. He receives a text some time later, but Jimin is now standing next to him and Jungkook just can’t risk it. So he stays with his friends for a little longer, until Jimin is effectively distracted by Sera, and then he slips away, walking into the house.

The crowd is still loud inside, and he scans the hallway, hoping to find you here. You’re not in the hallway, and this time he grabs his phone. You’ve asked him if he wanted to head home thirty minutes ago, and so he figures he just needs to find you this time, because he definitely wants to head home.

With you.

He’s relieved when he walks into the living room, finding you dancing along with Ria. He watches you for a time, admiring how your body moves effortlessly, remembering how it moves against him.

Ria notices him, and Jungkook walks up to you, not wanting her to think he’s being creepy or anything.

The second he’s next to you, Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in. You startle, gaze going wide, and you let out a surprised, “Shit!” that brings a small smile to his lips.

“You don’t answer your phone, mmh?” he teases.

Your eyes drop to his mouth, your lips parting on a gentle exhale, and your gaze fills with lust and desire, emotions Jungkook didn’t expect to see here, out in the open.

“Hey, you,” you purr, and he raises his eyebrows.

When the arousal turns into softness, Jungkook reciprocates, a smile gracing his lips.

“Want to head home?” you ask.

Ria clears her throat, startling you, and you jump out of Jungkook’s arms. He looks down at the floor, trying not to let his smile grow into a grin.

“Fuck off,” you tell Ria, and Jungkook spies your red cheeks before you pull him behind you, heading to the room where the coats are.

You grab yours quickly, and you leave before Jungkook finds his. It feels wrong somehow, and he gulps around a lump in his throat as he meets you outside.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, his breath clouding in front of his face.

“What?” you let out, and you truly sound surprised. “No? Why would I be?”

He motions behind him. “You ran out like I did something wrong.”

Your features soften almost imperceptibly, yet Jungkook’s heart flutters in his chest.

“No, I ran because Ria always puts her nose in stuff she shouldn’t,” you explain, glancing around.

And just because he needs to tease you, needs to see your pretty blush, Jungkook says, “You were being obvious, peach.”

Your gaze narrows, and he winks at you, fingers itching to reach for you so that he can hold your hand. He instead shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat as he walks down the three steps from the porch to the lawn.

He heads to his friends while you follow, wishing everyone good night. It takes just a few moments of Jimin looking between the two of you, and Jungkook doing his best to ignore it before you’re walking away, heading to where he parked his car.

“How come you’re always driving to parties now?” you ask. “You could afford an Uber.”

He shoots you a look, shrugging. “Then I wouldn’t have a reason to drive you home.”

“Please,” you let out as you roll your eyes, though he doesn’t miss the smile curving your lips slightly. “We could grab an Uber home together. That way you’d be able to drink.”

You’re right, yet he knows he made a promise to Taehyung. Before saying anything, and mostly to appease the jealousy in his heart, Jungkook looks behind you, making sure that you’re not in sight from the frat house. Once he’s convinced no one can see you, he grabs your hand, pulling you just a little closer.

He’d want you a lot closer, but you’re out in public after all.

“You might hate me for this,” he says, “but I promised your brother I’d make sure you’re okay during parties this semester.”

You roll your eyes again, and he smiles at the sight of your annoyance.

“He did not ask that of you.”

“He did,” Jungkook insists.

“That’s bullshit.” You sigh loudly, slightly shaking your head. “Even when he’s gone he’s still annoying.”

This time, Jungkook laughs. “But yeah, he just asked me to make sure you’re okay, and I got used to not drinking as much at parties.”

You meet his gaze for a few seconds. “On behalf of Taehyung, I’m sorry.”

He tugs you closer, accidentally making you trip on a crack in the pavement. He’d feel bad if he hadn’t caught you, but his hands find your waist, feeling at home the second they’re holding you.

“Careful,” he says, even though it’s all his fault. “And don’t apologize, I really don’t mind.”

He lets you go as you pout, and then holds your hand again as you finish walking to his car. He doesn’t hesitate before opening the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

You step forward, though you look over your shoulder, cocking an eyebrow. You’re smirking, and Jungkook knows you’re about to be a brat before you even say, “You only opened the door for me ‘cause you want to look at my ass, didn’t you?”

You’re annoying, yet oh so endearing. He laughs before pushing you in. “Shut up, peach.”

You don’t say anything, sitting in the car instead. Jungkook shuts the door behind you, then walks to the other side, settling himself behind the wheel. He offers you a smirk, feeling like a brat himself.

“What?” you let out as blush creeps on your cheeks.

“So what if I just want to look at your ass?” he teases, turning the key in the engine. The car purrs to life, and then Jungkook adds, “You’ve got a really nice ass, especially in those pants.”

You get shy, rolling your eyes as you look away from him. It makes his heart flutter in his chest again, filling with so much warmth for you that he thinks he should kiss you right now. But then he remembers Yoongi, he remembers how he couldn’t find you all night, and he pulls on his piercings as he drives oout of his parking spot and into the street.

You must have sensed his unease, because a minute later, you ask, “What’s wrong?”

He debates saying that everything is okay, but then he figures he shouldn’t lie to you.

Communication is key, or so they say.

“You were with that guy for a long time,” he says, his eyes darting to you quickly before returning to the street.

“Yoongi?” you let out. “Yeah, he’s a friend.”

“A friend?” Jungkook echoes, and then he mentally curses himself for questioning you.

As if you’re not allowed to have male friends.

You hum, nodding your head. “He’s actually fucking Hobi so…”

What the fuck?

Jungkook glances at you. “Isn’t that the guy you were fucking?”

“He was,” you say, and you laugh at Jungkook’s expense. The sound of your laugh softens his features, lessens the bitterness, and then you add, “He actually started fucking Yoongi uring the power outage, and we ended things there.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, instead focusing on the road. He’d lie if he said the statement doesn’t bother him - he doesn’t like the thought of you getting touched by someone else, especially not when it reminds him that he heard you with him.

“Are you jealous?” you ask.

“I’m not,” Jungkook says, wincing internally at how unconvincing he sounds.

“You are!” you insist, bursting out laughing. “Jeon Jungkook is jealous because I used to fuck someone else.”

It annoys him. It shouldn’t, yet it does, because yes he’s jealous. He’s jealous and it’s embarrassing, showing him just how vulnerable his feelings for you make him.

“I’m not!” Jungkook repeats, his temper flaring momentarily. “I’m not fucking jealous.”

You pat his thigh. “Don’t worry. You’re the only one I want to fuck now.”

Is he?

“Is that why you spent your evening locked up in a bedroom with some other guy?”

He’s not entirely sure that you were indeed locked up in a bedroom with Yoongi, yet the fact that you don’t deny it proves it, and it tastes way more bitter than he expected it would.

“Gosh, JK,” you tease, fully facing him. “You’re so jealous.”

He pushes your hand away from where you’d left it on his thigh. It’s petty, and childish, but these emotions are so… new.

He doesn’t know how to deal with them, doesn't know how to calm the bitter wave down until it goes back into a deep slumber.

“Fuck off,” he grumbles.

You remain silent for a few seconds, and he fears he’s insulted you, but then you burst out laughing, and a heartbeat later, you lean in, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re adorable,” you say, and you sound so endeared he reckons he hasn’t insulted you at all.

No, it probably had the opposite effect.

“I want you,” you breathe out, and Jungkook’s heart entirely stops in his chest.

He stops at a red light, and then meets your gaze. “Right now?”

You nod, and you move your hand on his thigh again. This time he doesn’t pat you away, instead reveling in the warmth of your hand on him.

“Shouldn’t I prove to you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?”

His throat dries out, right as blood starts shooting down to his dick. “I’m driving, peach.”

You shrug. “Then better keep your eyes on the road.”

Later that night, after you’ve tangled in bed, Jungkook holds you in his arms. You’ve fallen asleep, and he thinks back on the evening, on the jealousy that took hold of him. He reckons you did prove to him that he had no reason to be jealous, but then again, he knows the feeling mostly comes from the uncertainty of your future together.

From the uncertainty of what awaits the two of you when Taehyung learns.

He sighs, holding you a little tighter, and you hum in your sleep, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His heart soars yet aches at the same time, and he wishes you could stay here, forever. He wishes he could tell everyone about you, about just how much you mean to him, yet he knows it for the foolish dream it is.

As long as Taehyung doesn’t know, no one can know.

He presses a kiss on your forehead, eyes fluttering shut, and he focuses on the feeling of you against him. Committing it to memory, afraid it’s going to slip through his fingers.

That night, his sleep is troubled by haunting dreams, and he wakes up afraid they might become reality.

Read chapter 9 here!

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