#i like the dynamic between y/n and tae and guk

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | The Confession

Pairing - jungkook x reader 

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you run into your ex in the club

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol, jk & oc yell at each other, oc is a brat

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Y/N: Jungkook, there’s no easy way to say this but I have feelings for you. I know that goes against the contract but I wanna be honest with you. You’re the person I wanna be with, and if that means that we have to end things because you don’t feel the same then so be it… At least you know how I feel

No, you can’t send that – so you choose to delete it and throw your head back with a frustrated groan. If only it could be that simple, if only you had the courage to press send. Wishful thinking on your part to be so naïve to think that things will all work out in the end. Life isn’t a romantic comedy where boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after, no, life is more…complicated.

It’s a Friday night and you’re standing at the bar in some high end nightclub in London, Jimin had dragged you here almost an hour ago and you’re already over it. The club is full of people your age all dressed to perfection, not a single stain or wrinkle on their authentic designer clothes – you too have scrubbed up for the occasion, settling for a very short deep red dress that exposes your entire back and just enough of your breasts to get the barman’s attention:

“What can I get you?” He can barely keep his eyes zoned in your face as they flicker to your chest with a smile.

“Gin sling please, extra lime. A double.” You hold up two digits, your expression remaining unimpressed at the stranger ogling your cleavage. “And two bottles of beer, any kind.”

After paying you head back to your booth where Jimin and Taehyung are sitting, both wearing white dress shirts and coloured slacks. The dynamic between them is surprising to you, at first you were adamant that your best friend and Jungkook’s best friend were romantically involved, but you’ve come to learn that Taehyung isn’t gay, though apparently Jimin did make a move on him the night they met that he’s rather embarrassed about now.

It's nice that Jimin has a ‘guy-friend’ he can confide in, you’ve been his only friend for such a long time and usually straight men weren’t interested in befriending him because of a little thing called homophobia – Taehyung isn’t like that though, he’s sweet and kind and in many ways he reminds you of Jimin, especially when he always seems to be flirting with, well, Jimin.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t fucking?” You snort, sliding onto the seat opposite them putting down the drinks, gesturing to the way Tae’s hand rests on Jimin’s upper thigh below the table. “I didn’t come here to third wheel all night.”

Taehyung immediately retracts his veiny hand and grins, “You know it’s quite rude to ask people about their sex lives Y/N.”

“Why is it?” You shrug with a playful expression, “You know everything about mine.” You wink, and Jimin doubles over in fits of hysterical laughter.

“Touché,” Tae chuckles, raising his beer in a cheers, “To Y/N becoming a member of the mile high club last week.”

Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his skull and his mouth falls open so wide you’re certain you could fit your entire fist in there if you tried, “What?! You didn’t tell me you fucked—”

“On Guk’s private jet, twice.” Taehyung returns your wink with a devilish smirk and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you clink your glass against his beer. Both he and Jimin look very handsome tonight, their toned chests peak out through the tops of their shirts, Jimin has his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his ‘13’ tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, though it’s almost concealed beneath a gold watch that you’re pretty certain belongs to Taehyung. You can’t help yourself from teasing the pair even further.

“Even finishing each other’s sentences, cute.” You hum, taking a sip of the alcohol, “Looks like I need to have a word with Jungkook about what he says to you when I’m not there.” You laugh, shaking your head.  

“Ah, you have no idea… The things I know.” Taehyung sighs with a genuine smile, and Jimin still looks massively offended that he’d been kept out of the loop for almost a week.

“Hold on, you weren’t going to tell me that you fucked on his private jet?” Jimin is laughing, one hand dramatically clutching his chest as the other grips his beer.

“Twice.” Taehyung nods, holding up two slender fingers adorned with tiny silver rings.

While Jimin is ranting and raving about how you’re his best friend in the entire world and you’re supposed to tell him about every sordid detail of your sex life, you glance around the club quickly. The music is loud enough to have the glossy black floor pulsating and you can feel the beat beneath your black stiletto heels. It’s a bright flash from a camera man facing your direction that snaps you out of your daze, winning you to settle back on Jimin’s melt down.

“—And I can’t believe that you’d keep something like that from me! You know how much I live for the dirty details, like when he fingered you in his limo I died I love that story so much!”

“I’m sorry, next time I fuck Jungkook I’ll be sure to film it.” You snort, fighting the smirk that threatens to tug your features over the fact you’ve already done that. You look at Taehyung who’s watching Jimin, he doesn’t seem phased by your words and so you concur that’s one story Jungkook hasn’t told him. Thank god.

“You’d better! Where is he tonight anyways?” Jimin’s question is innocent enough yet it makes you tense up.

“I don’t know.” You’re honest, gulping your drink to ease the sting of reality, “Haven’t spoken to him.”

“He’ll be here soon.” Taehyung’s words earn you to almost choke on your drink, the bubbles finding their way to your nose. Fuck.

Jimin gives you a knowing look, “So he’s coming tonight?”

“He will be if Y/N has anything to do with it.” Tae’s grin is bright and boxy, borderline childlike. It’s not that he’s immature because he’s actually a very well-respected man, but his sense of humour is almost identical to yours - he loves to wind people up you’ve noticed.

You laugh along with his joke and soon conversation between the two men flows naturally as you prepare yourself for Jungkook’s arrival, you haven’t seen him since you’d got back from Bora Bora. Sure you were still texting each other every day but you haven’t even heard his voice in almost a week, he’s been busy at work and you’ve been somewhat avoiding him, unwilling to face the reality of the situation at hand. The men across for you are posing for a picture together when you realise your drink is now empty, earning you to stand up and let them know you’ll be right back.

The barman sees you straight away, well, he’s staring at your breasts but thankfully manages to peel his gaze away long enough to make you another gin sling. “Thanks.” You mutter, immediately turning your back to him.

The club is crowded and hot, the music sounds louder and in turn it’s a lot harder to have any rational thoughts inside, so you choose to head toward the outdoor smoking area for some air and a few selfish moments to think. You’d arranged to meet Jungkook tomorrow for a talk, tonight is supposed to be a night out with your best friend to gather strength and prepare for battle. Battle being you trying to convince your sugar daddy that having an actual relationship isn’t such a bad thing, in fact, being in a relationship with him would be perfect. Except now he’s meeting you and the others out tonight, you have an unknown amount of time to muster the courage to speak to him.

“God…” You exhale, bare back leaning against the brick wall of the building with your glass in hand.

“Y/N?”

You look for the owner of the voice in the smoking area, it’s when your eyes land on a tall dimpled man already staring in your direction that you realise who’s calling for you.

“Namjoon.” You half-smile, fuck, as if this night could get any worse.

He walks over holding a neon orange vape which surprises you to say the least, he’d always been the epitome of health so the fact he vapes now catches you off guard. You’re frowning, gesturing towards the orange stick he holds as he stands in front of you.

“But what would your parents say?” You gasp comically, his dad was the one who forced Joon to go to medical school in the first place, his mother was also an anti-smoker along with being one of the most insufferable, overbearing people you’d ever met. If she had it her way he would still be attached to her via the umbilical cord, let alone the apron strings.

Namjoon’s wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt tucked into jeans, judging by the several other men outside wearing something similar it would be fair to assume he’s on some kind of stag do or themed night out tonight. Jimin’s words scratch their way to the front of your mind, this man still loves you. Shit. You sigh aloud again, winning a frown to form on your ex-boyfriend’s profile.

“They’d only have an opinion if they found out.” His face shifts to a smile bright and wide, “Why are you out here? You don’t smoke.”

“Too crowded in there, needed some fresh air.”

“So you came to arguably the most polluted area of the club to get fresh air…” He chuckles, cocking his head to one side akin to a Labrador puppy, “Makes sense.”

A puff of air comes from your nose as you smile, “Yeah I guess you’re right, anyways I should head back inside I’m sure Jimin’s worried.” He’s definitely not worried, Taehyung will be keeping him more than occupied.

“Jimin?” Joon’s brows raise, “Figured you’d be here with Jungkook.”

“Uh, no just Jimin and another friend. But Jungkook’s on his way now actually,” You clear your throat awkwardly, “So I should…”

“Yeah, um, well it’s nice to see you anyway.” Your ex boyfriend steps closer, his features turning serious, awe-stricken “You look …amazing.”

Two years of no contact and now you’re bumping into him twice in a matter of weeks, not ideal. For the first time in a long time you watch his eyes drag themselves up your curves you feel… nothing. You finally feel nothing romantic for Namjoon, there’ll always be a soft spot in your heart for him, he was your first love after all, but there’s no spark anymore, not like there used to be. The only thing on your mind is getting back inside and speaking to Jungkook when he arrives, Namjoon may have been your everything in the past but Kook is your present, and dare you say it, hopefully your future too.

“Thanks. It’s nice to see you.” You genuinely smile, it is nice to see that he’s doing well for himself, but what’s nicer is that your heart doesn’t ache for him anymore, it’s a relief to say the least. “Have a good night.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit yeah?” His words catch you off guard, is he inviting himself to join you later? Sure, Jungkook’s gonna love that.

“Another time.” Your hand grazes his shoulder in a strictly platonic fashion, though his muscles tense under your palm and you cringe. Maybe Jimin was right, maybe it is hard for him to see you, you feel guilty, “Sorry,” You pull away, “I’ll see you around.”

“Y/N wait.” Namjoon gently grips your wrist as you begin to walk off, he looks hurt, there’s a glisten in his eyes that screams sincerity, “I owe you an apology, I shouldn’t have left things… Left you… Ah, I’m sorry. Really I feel like a—”

“Y/N? You okay?” Jimin’s eyes are wide and round with shock as they find your figure standing with Namjoon’s, his grip still on your wrist, “Hey man.” He says softly, though he still looks surprised.

“I’m okay.” You smile, pulling your hand away from the doctor, “I’m gonna head back in, so… Have a good night.”

“I’ll try, you have a good time and get home safe yeah?”

Without warning Namjoon pulls you in for a hug, his long arms effortlessly wrapping round your frame. It’s at this moment you realise he’s very drunk, his behaviour making a little more sense to you. He still wears the same cologne as he used to, the smell floods your senses and for a moment you’re right back to two years ago. Weakly returning his hug you clear your throat, beginning to feel awkward and confused by how warm and familiar his body feels against yours. It’s when you pull away from him you catch him staring at you with loving eyes, you clear your throat again and turn to face Jimin – who’s now joined by Taehyung, and Jungkook.

“See you around Joon.” You feign a smile, heart hammering inside your chest from the new found nervousness that’s crashed down on your body.

Facing your small group of friends you feel small. Jungkook looks fucking gorgeous as always, he’s wearing a black shirt that’s almost ripping from his huge muscles that sit beneath, tucked into black skinny jeans worn with his usual LV belt – the same belt you’d been bound by countless times, you blush. His jaw is set so tight that it could snap, his eyes zoned in on Namjoon who hasn’t seemed to notice your fake boyfriend’s presence, since he’s still watching you closely, unphased by the other men.

“Actually Y/N I really need to talk to you about how we ended—”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Jimin’s voice is obnoxiously loud as he intervenes, standing between you both, “Come on let’s have a drink and a boogy for old times’ sake? I’ll catch up with you guys soon yeah? Come on man.” Jimin drags Namjoon away, back into the club.

“I’m gonna,” Taehyung points to the door the other men just entered, “Yeah I’m gonna-, okay.” He nods, wasting no time in literally running away, leaving you standing there nursing your gin sling with Jungkook, who doesn’t appear to have a drink.

“Hey.” You’re the first to speak, closing the distance between your bodies as you wrap one arm round his shoulder in a half-hug.

“Hey.” Jungkook breathes into the crook of your neck, thankfully he returns the body contact and wraps his strong arms round your middle, squeezing you lightly. His fingers delicately trace your spine before he pulls away, looking down at the way your dress clings to your body in all the right places. “Wanna get out of here?”

“God, yes.” You half laugh half sigh, you were over this place pretty soon after arriving, and trust Jungkook to be the only person to notice.

“Finish your drink first.” His expression is unreadable.

You take a few sips from the glass, peering at him with curious eyes, “Where’s yours?”

“Don’t have one, I came outside to see if you wanted anything before I went to the bar.”

“Ah.” Is all you manage to say, feeling super awkward for some reason, “You look great tonight.”

“Mmm.” He hums, neither agreeing or disagreeing, this entire interaction is so awkward and unlike you both that you feel uncomfortable. Silence ensues, and so you guzzle the rest of your drink while he watches, planting the empty glass on a nearby table when you’re done.

“Come here.” Jungkook laces his fingers with yours and leads you through the crowd.

--

The car ride to Jungkook’s apartment was silent, and not because you were too busy making out or fucking each other to speak, no, it was genuinely silent. As was the elevator ride up to his penthouse, and the last fifteen minutes you’ve been sitting on his large sofa in the lounge. Silent.

“Is everything okay?” You finally ask.

“Was he good to you?” Jungkook’s voice Is hoarse, he’s sitting right next to you but you’ve never felt further away, “I mean before you broke up or whatever happened, was he good to you? Did he make you happy?”

“Why are you-“

“Please just answer the question Y/N. Were you happy with him?” His arm rests comfortably on the back of the sofa behind you, his legs are spread wide enough for one of his knees to be touching your thigh. Much like back at the club his expression is still unreadable, you have no idea what’s gotten into him but you’ve never seen him act this way before.

“Kook… Are you okay?” You choose to ignore his question as you turn your body to face him properly, throwing both legs over one of his thick thighs. He looks tired you notice, as he rests his inked hand on your exposed knee.

“The way he looked at you…” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Jungkook,” A shaky breath leaves your lips, “Is that why you’re being so weird? Because Namjoon and I broke up two years ago…”

“You still didn’t answer my question, did he make you happy before?” Jungkook’s looking at you now, there’s a glimmer of desperation in his eyes that makes your chest tight – he’s jealous.

“Why does any of that matter? It was two years ago.”

He scoffs, popping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, seemingly unimpressed that you don’t want to have this conversation with him, “Just answer the question Y/N.”

“It doesn’t matter it was two—”

“For once can you not be a brat about this and just answer the fucking question?!” Jungkook pushes you away and stands up to look down at you, he’s never raised his voice at you until now. His chest is heaving up and down with each ragged breath, his brows are risen expectantly as he runs his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I-,” You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, you’re in a state of shock that Jungkook is shouting at you and he won’t explain why. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because I need to know if Namjoon is a good man! I need to know... If you were happier with him than you are now, with me.”

He pauses with a regretful expression, “I’m sorry,” He calms his breathing as he rubs his face, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Y/N I’m so sorry.” He sits back down, leaving a little bit of space between your bodies. He’s sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “That wasn’t okay, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”

“Is this because he was at the club? Because nothing happened.” Your voice is quiet.

“I know.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but… Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You swallow, this gets his attention. He’s looking at you with apologetic eyes, you already know he’s genuinely sorry for shouting but something tells you he’s still unwilling to explain why. And so you stand up from the sofa and smooth out your dress, preparing to leave.

“Don’t go Y/N.” Jungkook pleads, “Stay the night, please.”

“I’m not really in the mood anymore.” You bite, “You’ve barely said a word to me all night and then when you do speak to me you’re screaming at me about something that happened years ago!” It’s your turn to raise your voice. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, or maybe it’s because he shouted first, but you put it down to the fact you’re so frustrated with yourself for not having the courage to tell him how you feel – that’s why you’re yelling.

“I’ve never pried into your past, never, not once, so why the hell are you suddenly obsessing over mine?”

“I know, you’ve been more than understanding of my situation... I’m sorry.” He’s calm now, a lot calmer than you are as he stands up, his figure towering over yours.

“Whatever I got up to before we met is none of your damn business.” You scoff, ignoring his apology when he comes closer, close enough to plant his hands on your waist. As much as you hate to admit it you feel yourself slowly melt beneath his touch. This is the Jungkook you’re familiar with, the sexy control freak that knows every way to turn you on and calm you down.

“I know,” His hands snake their way up to your face where he cups your cheeks, looking you dead in the eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know if he was a better boyfriend than me.”

“Kook…” You’re rightfully confused at the way he just indirectly referred to himself as your boyfriend, but the look on his face makes you forget all about his outburst - he looks so sad. Your own hands find purchase on his wrists, holding them gently as you get lost in his dark almond eyes, “You have no reason to be jealous, I don’t have feelings for Namjoon. And yeah, he was good to me once but… Then he left, and... I don’t feel anything for him now.” Your voice is merely a whisper.

To this he nods quietly as he hangs onto your every word, though his features flash with something smug, maybe even a little triumphant before he turns serious, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I think that’s the first time I’ve raised my voice at someone other than Taehyung, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I never lose my temper… I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It better not, if it does it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” You give a lazy smile, nuzzling your head into his hands realising this is your golden opportunity, fuck it. It’s now or never, “Listen, since I’m already here there’s something I should probably tell you...”

“Me first.” Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, one of his hands makes it’s way to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You’re in a daze, completely intoxicated by his expensive cologne and how warm his body feels against yours. Your hands move to his waist, where you wrap them round his rock hard body, bracing yourself for emotional destruction.

“No, I really need to get this off my chest, Jungkook… I know,” You sigh, “I know that this goes against—”

“Y/N. Let me speak, please.”

“No I really need to say this,” You exhale again, this time more dramatically as you squeeze his middle tighter and close your eyes. “You should know that—”

Jungkook cuts you off, pulling you to face him when he clamps one hand over your mouth, taking a beat to look at you before finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he speaks:

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You immediately pull away from his grip and stumble back a few steps, unable to do anything other than blink at him, you’re in a state of total shock, this is not what you expected at all. He’s smiling awkwardly, exposing his perfectly white teeth, there’s something about his face that implies he’s nervous, yet also relieved. He shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.

“Ironic isn’t it? How I was the one who told you not to get feelings for me, made you sign a piece of paper as if that would help, and here I am,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “Falling deeper and deeper every day. I have so much fun when we’re together Y/N, and it’s not even about the sex… This is the happiest I’ve ever been, I look forward to seeing you… When I’m not getting jealous about your ex anyway. And when I saw him looking at you like that… Ah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I guess I did get jealous yeah, maybe even scared. I just don’t wanna be another guy who regrets letting you go.” He cringes, you can tell he hates these types of conversations which only makes his confession even more heartfelt.

“Kook.” You’re grinning, it feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from you, knowing that he feels the same way about you. Stepping closer to him you wrap your arms round his broad shoulders, and he snakes his own arms round your waist.

“Well you haven’t stormed out yet, I hope that’s a good sign?” He’s laughing anxiously as he darts his tongue out over his lips to wet them.

“What I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me,” You playfully smack the back of his neck, to which he comically rolls his eyes, “Is that I… I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore. I’d rather be your girlfriend, your actual girlfriend. If you’ll let me. I think I’m falling for you too.”

“Y/N…”

“Mmm?” You can’t help but giggle, you’ve never seen Jungkook look cute before but that’s exactly how he looks right now, usually he’s some kind of perfect sex god carved from stone, the complete opposite of vulnerable, still sexy, man who’s looking down at you with an ear-to-ear grin.

“You have no idea what you’ve just fucking done.” His voice is low.

“Oh I do.” You sigh, cupping his sharp jaw in one hand, “That’s why I said it, I was planning to say it tomorrow but I figured I’m here now, and since you already said that you want this…” You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, not missing the way he melts beneath your touch.

“Well I was planning to tell you in Bora Bora, but then you went and fell asleep.”

Oh. You blush, this is what he wanted to talk to you about that night – you’d pretended to be asleep to avoid the conversation entirely, believing it would end in your separation. Whoops.

“I-, Um, I wasn’t actually asleep…” You’re embarrassed, hiding your face in his neck, “I pretended to be asleep cause I thought you were going to end things with me and I didn’t wanna deal with that.” You say in a hurry, eyes squeezed shut.

“What?! You… You’re such a brat, you know that right?” Jungkook chuckle sounds thick in his throat, thankfully he sounds more amused than offended.

“It’s been said before.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

You shrug, pulling back from his neck until you’re nose-to-nose with him, the shine in his eyes makes you feel weak at the knees, “Mmm, what else are girlfriends for?”

Without a moment of hesitation Jungkook’s lips come crashing down on yours, so passionately and feverishly that your head spins. He’s kissing you with desperation, as though it’ll be the last time, the way he always does. It feels right, you melt like putty in his hands. It’s when he grips the back of your bare thighs and hoists you up that you yelp, wrapping your legs round his waist.

“I can think of a few things… How much have you had to drink?” His voice oozes seduction against your mouth, yet somehow he’s still showing self-restraint. Unlike you, already deepening the kiss into something much more heated when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“I sobered up the second you started shouting.” You say between messy kisses with a half-laugh and wicked smile, “Guess you can find a way to make that up to me.”

“Mmm,” He moans, palming your ass cheeks as he brings his mouth to your neck, littering the skin with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“You love it.” You’re giggling against him, tugging the hairs at the back of his head as heat pools your core. “Please Jungkook, touch me…”

It’s not long before both your clothes are shed, mindlessly dotted around his apartment as you finally make it to his bedroom and have one hell of a night together. He fucks you for hours, hard and fast, then soft and slow, until you’re a shaking sobbing mess unravelling time and time again. His lips are magnetised to your body, he can’t stop kissing you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your pussy. He can’t stop, nor does he want to, not even when you point out the sunrise.

You lay atop of the tussled bedsheets wrapped up in his arms, your head to his toned chest listening to the hammering of his heart as you watch the London skyline come to life. His inked hands gently squeeze your curves as his chest vibrates with a content hum.

“Fuck me, that was... Incredible.” He sighs.

“Which time?” You chuckle.

“Every time.” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, “What are you doing the beginning of next month?” His voice is tired and croaky, understandably of course given he’d spent the entire night focussed on pleasuring you, the man might have an office job but he’d displayed some serious stamina in the last few hours.

“Kook I don’t even know what I’m doing today never mind in two weeks’ time.” You try to laugh but you’re exhausted. Your eyes begin to close on their own, he’s so warm around you that you know you’re going to doze off at any moment.

“Let’s go to Korea.” He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Can’t afford it, just lost my sugar daddy.” Even though you’re half asleep you’re grinning wide, it’s so easy to wind him up and you love it.

He tuts, playfully spanking you, “I’m serious, I want you to meet my parents.”

“What? You want me to meet your parents?! You’ve never even told me anything about them.” Your eyes fly open and you sit up fast enough to make your head visibly spin, which Jungkook obviously finds hilarious. He looks amazing, the tanned and tattooed skin of his his rock hard abs and muscular arms on full display, the sheets loosely draped over his hips. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look vulnerable, he looks totally fucked-out, somehow he still manages to flash you a smile.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” He shrugs, ruffling his damp hair, “I wanna show you off.”

“I’ll think about it.” You collapse on top of him again, kissing his chest before your eyes close.

“Okay, I’ll book the tickets later.”

“Mmm.” You’re too exhausted to argue with him at this point, instead you make a mental note to resume this conversation later in the day when your body isn’t heavy and bruised.

“Y/N?” He cradles you, covering your entwined frames with the sheets.

“…What?” You sigh vaguely irritated, you’re so tired and your body is aching so hard that all you can think about is the sweet release of sleep. “What is it?” You groan, glancing up at him.

But for the first time ever Jungkook has fallen asleep before you, dark eyelashes tickle his cheeks and his lips are pouted, threatening to fall open at any second. He makes you so happy that you feel as though you could burst with pride, finally he’s yours, and you’re his. A light puff of air leaves your nostrils at the irony of the situation and you settle back down against him, quickly succumbing to slumber. 

x

[getitinbusan]

Jeongguk and Taehyung

Smut

After hours bar A/U. Threesome, Smut, Angst, Fluff. Taehyung and Jungkook help the boss with her problem 😉

Taehyung wiped the bar down around your sprawling paperwork while Jeongguk restocked the glasses.

"I can't fucking believe how much you guys make in tip money." 

You counted out two piles of cash pushing them, hesitantly towards each of them. 

It was the end of the night and the three of you were the last of the staff shutting down. Lost in thought the heavy bottle hitting the table brought you back to reality. 

"After party?" Jeongguk asked while preemptively scooping ice into his glass. 

Putting your hand over one of the tumblers you stopped him.

"She never stays to drink with the staff Jeongguk," Tae threw you a wink.

You moved your hand away. 

"Number one, you'd better not be here after hours drinking. Number two, I take it neat." 

You tapped the rim encouraging him to pour. 

Taehyung had been a Bartender for at least a year but Jeongguk was still fairly new. Having worked in your share of restaurants, you knew the dynamics. 

Line cooks wanted Waitresses, Waitresses wanted Bartenders, Bartenders wanted Customers and Chefs were too strung out to care about any of it.

Most nights after the closed sign had flipped the real party would begin. An industry work perk, the missing alcohol, used condoms in the office and smell of pot were often overlooked in exchange for long shitty shifts of kissing pretentious people's asses. 

It was obvious why these two were always eager to work. They were young, good looking, and boy could they flirt. Mixing drinks wasn't their strongest skill, schmoozing people for money was. 

Since Jeongguk was hired sales had tripled. Paired with Teahyung, the two were show stopping lady killers. The stories you'd heard of their prowess would surely be passed down as legendary tales to all new recruits. 

"More," you directed Jeongguk to top you up. 

He leaned in close to you over the bar top while Taehyung slouched back on the drink wall. 

"Why are you sticking around tonight sweetheart, trouble in paradise?" 

Sweetheart? That's why he was so good at his job. 

"No Taehyung, the troubles between my thighs."

Jeongguk choked on his scotch not used to you being so candid. 

Taehyung laughed, "Isn't that paradise? You know being horny has an easy fix." 

You shot back your drink and Jeongguk was quick to refill it. Maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt like he was leaning closer. 

"What's wrong Y/N?" he whispered like it was just meant for you to hear.

Taehyung came closer, "Do we need to kick someone's ass?" 

You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Taehyung fighting anyone. Security had saved his hide from jealous husbands on more than one occasion. 

"No, I mean...it's just dumb."

"It's not dumb if it's making you upset," Jeongguk's large hand covered yours around the glass you were holding. 

You pulled away and buried your face in your hands embarrassed. 

"Ughhh…. he can't, or should I say…. won't make me cum, okay?" 

They both burst out laughing. 

"Awesome, thanks guys I appreciate the sympathy." 

Trying to gather some composure, Taehyung asked, "So he's just bad in bed?"

"I wouldn't say bad, he's just not very…. giving." 

"So, bad." Jeongguk laughed.

"Yuck it up guys but I haven't had an orgasm that wasn't self induced for the last 7 months."

Taehyung moved in for the kill.

"You should have told us sooner, we'd be more than happy to help alleviate some of your tension."

Your cup still in his hand, Jeongguk poured more. Walking it around to your side of the bar, he tipped it to his lips and shot back a huge gulp before handing it back to you. 

Raising it to your lips, his eyes grew darker while watching the amber liquid disappear. 

When you'd finished he swiftly moved to connect your mouths. Soft, slow and so good, his wet lips enveloped yours. 

Rendered dizzy and speechless, you were left with nothing but the taste of his whisky tipped tongue after he pulled away. 

"Better or worse?" he smiled.

"Worse, so much fucking worse. You can't just do that and…" 

"And what?" Taehyung questioned with a smirk.

"And stop…" your voice sounded desperate. 

"Want us to make it better?" 

Taehyung was close behind you, his deep sensual voice sent shivers up your spine. 

"Tell us what you want baby,"  Jeongguk was in front, teasing you with his lips hovering just over yours. 

"I want you to make me cum," you panted in desperation, "Both of you." 

Hoisting you off your chair Jeongguk set you on the bar top. His lips moved back to yours as Taehyung's hands found their way to your shirt. His large fingers fumbled with the delicate fasteners.

"Just fucking rip it." 

Grabbing the edges he quickly  pulled it apart, the sound of  buttons bouncing off the floor was barely heard over all the heavy breathing.

Sliding it down your arms his mouth moved to the back of your neck. You could feel his lips sucking hard on your skin, sure he was marking you. It felt divine and you couldn't bring yourself to care. If a man could make you feel this good already you were dumping your boyfriend the minute this was over.

Expertly unclasping your bra  Jeongguk moaned at the sight of your tits. 

"So pretty."

His mouth started back on your lips and patiently made their way down. Your chin, your neck, your chest, your nipples, no part of your skin was untouched by the two men. 

"Layback sweetheart." 

Taehyung moved to take his turn with your mouth as Jeongguk took off your shoes and tights. Your skirt was still fastened around your waist but was hitched high to allow easy access to your panties. 

"Do you always wear sexy panties or were you expecting something tonight?" 

Unable to speak, your head was in the clouds. Every touch, every hot breath on your skin sent you reeling.

Leveling his face to your mound Jeongguk dragged his nose across your clit. "Can I take care of you?" 

"Fuck please."

You clenched as his fingers hooked around the lace and worked them over your thighs. Depositing your panties into his pocket he found his way back to you. 

He explored with his finger first, tracing your folds then dipping it inside you slowly, repeatedly. 

"Jeongguk," his name slid out of you in pleasure.

Not one to stand idly, Taehyung used one hand to cup your breast and the other to unzip his pants.

Pulling himself out, he watched for your reaction and wasn't disappointed when your jaw dropped. His cock was huge, long and gerthy, the tip was reddened with arousal.

You gripped his balls in the hand that hung over the backside of the bar. The curls of his shockingly full black bush felt soft against your fingers as you stroked him. 

Jeongguk's mouth was heaven on earth. Seven months of pent up sexual frustration was about to be released under the careful guidance of his tongue. 

Taehyung rolled your nipple between his fingers, "How do you feel now?"

"So good. Guk you're gonna make me cum, please make me cum.." 

Like white light washed over your brain there was nothing but the feeling of pure pleasure. Pulsing around his fingers as his tongue did a final lap you came loud and hard.

You couldn't move it was glorious, the smile on your face felt dumb but you couldn't make it go away. 

"Better now?" He asked while kissing you. He knew damn well what the answer was. 

You could taste yourself all over him.

"I want you in my mouth, I want to return the favor."

He helped you down and you both awkwardly stood looking at Taehyung.

"Rookies."

Taehyung impatiently directed the scene.

"Jeongguk you're going to sit on the bar, Y/N you'll be standing here sucking him off, ass out over here where I'll be." 

You both looked at him in surprise.

"Ok so maybe I've done this before. Can you just fucking trust me." 

Quick to take his clothes off, you came face to face with Jeongguk's body for the first time. 

Muscles, abs and a trimmed happy trail that led to his gorgeously thick cock. How many words can describe perfection? You just wanted him in your mouth. 

He hopped on the bar and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hand falling from his hair to his thighs traveling over the hard muscle until your grip found what you wanted. He moaned as your lips worked their way around him up and down his shaft.

Taehyung stood behind you and lined himself up with your sopping entrance. It was tight and a little uncomfortable but you pushed back wanting him desperately inside you. 

Gripping your hips he found his rhythm, his cock filling you as you let Jeongguk occupy your throat. 

His hand moved on top of your head but instead of pushing you further onto him he stroked your hair. 

"Look at you, so beautiful."

You wanted to please him, to make him feel good, you wanted him to say your name as he came. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry...I'm close. I'm gonna cum, you feel too good."

You went harder and stroked faster until you felt the warm explosion in your throat. 

"Fuck, that was amazing." He kissed you while Tae continued on with his mission to make you cum. 

There was an urgent knocking on the back kitchen door and Taehyung's notifications started going off incessantly. 

"Shit, Fuck, I'm sorry baby, I totally forgot I asked some people to come. 

Quickly zipping, he left to open the door.

You sat up looking embarrassed trying to quickly gather your clothes. 

The ripped blouse hung open barely covering you. Noticing your predicament Jeongguk  handed you his button down with a small smile, "You can borrow this, I'll be fine in my t-shirt." 

"Thanks, I'm going to go pull myself together in the office and I'll slip out the back."

Leaning in he kissed your cheek, "Goodnight Y/N, I'm sorry we got interrupted." 

He was so cute, "It's okay Guk, you gave me exactly what I needed tonight." 

You got to the office door unnoticed. The three young women entered in a perfumed stampede.

"There's our other sexy bartender." You watched as they flirted and fawned over him. You felt ridiculous, what a stupid thing you'd just done.

With a knitted brow Jeongguk looked over as you closed the door behind you.

______________

Successfully dodging them both until Friday nights service it was time to face the inevitable. Running down the features and vip guest list with the staff you made it short and to the point 

"Let's have a good shift everybody!" 

Jeongguk came over and ran his hand up your arm, "You okay? It feels like you might be avoiding me?" 

"It's just been a crazy week, that's all. I mean what we did was totally not something I do, I mean, I'm not like you and Tae. Then I went home and ended my relationship.." 

"You broke up with him? Wait, what do you mean like me and Tae? Can we talk in your office for a minute?"

Taehyung came exuberantly bounding over to interrupt, "Are we making plans for a repeat tonight?"

You fumed at him and pointed up the hall, "Get in my office Taehyung." Switching directions you turned, "And Jeongguk, bar, NOW!"

Slamming the door behind you Taehyung laughed, "I see you're still frustrated?" 

"You're crossing the line Tae. I don't want you inviting random women here after hours anymore. You should be setting a better example for the newer employees." 

He looked at you quizzically, 

"New employees? Oh my god you like him don't you?" 

Redness creeped over your cheeks, "That's not what we're talking about here." 

"Isn't it? Were you jealous those girls showed up last week?" 

"What? No, it's just...I can't have you breaking the rules all the time." 

"You and I both know I've been breaking the rules since day one and only one things changed, you've got a crush on Guk." 

You stared at him in anger and he just smiled at you, god he was infuriating. 

"Get your ass out there and do your job okay?"

He opened the door to leave but turned back around. "He didn't stay. He never stays." 

"What are you talking about?"

"Last week, Jeongguk. He left about fifteen minutes after you. Said he was tired and needed to get some sleep before his early shift." He grinned with a wink and went to work. 

____________

You watched the clock anxiously, you'd have to leave the office sooner or later. 

Just before last call there was a knock at your door. Opening it without approval Jungkook stepped in. 

"Do you have a minute?" 

"Yeah, come sit down."

"I wanted to return these." He handed you your panties.

"Oh...thanks."

Instead of the chair he sat on the edge of your desk. 

"I was just wondering if there was a possibility I could get moved off the bar? I could be a server or do something in the kitchen, maybe if you need help in the office?"

"But why? You're really good at what you do and you make great tip money. I mean, I don't want to lose you so whatever keeps you happy I guess we'll fit you in somewhere." 

"It's just...you said something earlier, you said you weren't like me and Tae."

He was looking down, focused on the hole in his jeans. "I met someone and I'd really hate for her to think of me that way." 

You put your hand on his thigh covering the hole so he'd finally look up at you.

"I didn't mean it to sound judgy, shit I'm sorry. I don't think it's wrong, it's just I've never had casual sex or been with someone who I don't care about." 

Finally looking up at you, barely audible he confessed, "I've never had sex with anyone I didn't care for either." 

You weren't sure if you were interpreting his words correctly. Did Jeongguk like you? 

Your mouth hung agape as he pulled you up from your chair.

"I dont want after parties with drinks and casual sex. I want to go home after a long shift and make love to my girlfriend." 

God that sounded good. 

____________

You came out of the office to find Tae was the only one left. He was surrounded by papers and receipts. 

"I thought I'd start doing the end of night,  Are you guys sticking around?" 

Jeongguk smiled, "I think we're gonna try something new tonight."

Taehyung grinned from ear to ear, "No problem, I can be responsible, I got this." 

You rolled your eyes.

"Uh huh, I'd better not find any condoms laying around in the morning." 

You'd gotten about 10 steps away before he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Hey Guk," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Make sure she cums!" 

If you find any enjoyment in this fic I implore you, please fucking comment like or reblog. I'm a needy bitch.

[hayjeon]

Sutures and Stitches [m] Pt. 2

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 3.2k words

→ Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

→ part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

Somewhere between the MCATs and the all-nighters consisting of coffee and learning about the direction of urine through the human body before excretion to the utmost disgusting detail, you and Jeongguk drifted apart.

Growing up with him in a small town in Busan and living four minutes from his nice little apartment where he lived with his adorable parents and his older brother made you get used to the occasional disappearances of Jeon Jeongguk. Once, when the both of you were in the sixth grade, he’d disappeared for four days, causing an uproar in your small town. He’d just gone to his friend’s house a few cities over and had “forgotten” to tell his parents.

Later into your friendship, you realized this forgetful nature was very characteristic of Jeongguk. He’d always be the one forgetting his pencil during the most important tests of your high school careers, or climbing up the tree next to your window to tell you something he “forgot to tell you earlier in class.” It ended up being that his friend named Taehyung had a crush on you, he’d tell you with a little huff to his voice and seemed to avoid you for the next few days when you expressed you returned Tae’s interest.

The there-and-not-there dynamic of Jeongguk’s presence really prevented you from worrying when he suddenly disappeared while you were attending college. You knew vaguely after rejecting the colleges he’d gotten into, he had gotten a great job. Despite your suspicions, you ignored the oddly high salary he was bringing in and his parent’s lack of knowledge on where he worked, and what he did. But when suddenly all his clothes from his room were missing, and his phone number was disconnected, everyone initially considered it to be one of his phases. And so did you.

And then came the rush of studying to become a doctor; it was sleeping 4-5 hours a day and surviving off of cheap take-out and bitter coffee, then diving into internships and research, studying for the MCATs, then applying, then going to med school for even more torture. The horrible 8 years had gone in a flash, and you were no longer the blushing energetic country girl from Busan. You were now 27 and nearing the end of your residency, and no longer able to survive too many hours without sleep or able to chug a beer without passing out.

And in those years, Jeongguk had never really returned. He’d gotten back in touch with his parents but had moved out and disappeared again. The boy in your town that you grew up with always had a soft spot in your heart, making you blush with his flirty attitude whenever he threw his arm around your shoulders or played with your hair when he got bored. But you knew in your heart as you watched him go through his own collection of relationships and flings, that you were definitely not meant to end up with Jeon Jeongguk.

A few months into your residency, when you finally got the chance to start making a few of your own decisions in the hospital, he suddenly showed up, same grin and same teasing attitude. Just maybe a bit more handsome and buff. Just a bit.

And this was how he showed up.

You were on the 20th hour of your shift. In the shittiest mood and worst physical state you’ve ever been in, you’d been called for a gun injury case in the emergency room. And there he was, sitting in all his glory. He was wearing all black, and was trying to use alcohol pads to wipe the blood off his arm.

“Mother of fuck that hurts like a bitch,” he muttered.

“You know that’s just going to make it hurt more.” You snapped, not really in the mood for a patient who had snatched hospital materials without your permission. And then he looked up and grinned at you, “Long time no see Y/N.”

It took a few seconds before you realized it was your childhood friend who’d disappeared for almost a decade sitting in front of you, with a gunshot wound, smiling and greeting you like nothing had changed. His face was definitely more angled, his eyes and cheekbones a lot more defined, and his shoulders incredibly more broad than you could’ve ever imagined. You stood there gaping with your hands stuck in your pockets and eyes scanning him until he interrupted you.

“Still looking good I assume? Taking a picture might last longer.” He winked and ruffled his hair before putting the alcohol down.

“J-Jeon Jeong-g-guk wha-what...h-how?” You strode over to him and poked his shoulder to which he responded with a wince and a groan. Judging from where the blood was coming from, he’d been shot in the shoulder. Realizing he was also your patient and assuming some sort of professionalism, you called out, “Nurse Lee can I get some disinfecting solution, IV drip, and a suture kit?”

Hearing her confirmation, you drew the curtains shut and sat in front of him. “Jeon Junggook what happened to you? Where have you been? You disappeared so suddenly and I never heard from you...And why are you here with a bullet in your arm?!”

He held his hands up, again wincing at the strain in his wound. “Woah woah woah, relax. One at a time. I’ve been doing...work. And I went back to Busan to look for you but your parents told me you were at college studying to be a doctor so I thought it would be best for me not to bother you when you’re doing such, awesome kickass shit Y/N! How have you been? You look good for what, 8-9 years since we last saw each other?”

The nurse rolled in the cart with the materials, and you paused to put on your gloves and mask. “Take your shirt off.”

Grinning, he moved to take it off, and said, “Woah take me out to dinner first, Y/N.” But his actions moved his wound and he groaned again, so you placed a hand on his arm to stop him. Rolling your eyes, you moved to cut the shirt around the wound. “Still annoying, nothing changes.” He grinned again, watching you from your position cutting his shirt. “And you’re still a bratty ass, so I guess you’re right. Why aren’t you answering my question? What have you been up to?”

You briefly looked up to glare up at him, “You never answered mine either. Why do you have a bullet in your shoulder?”

He turned away and muttered “Touche” and fell silent. Finishing removing the fabric from his wound, which was a bit difficult and painful given the dried blood indicated that he’d waited a bit after sustaining the injury before coming to the hospital, you gasped as the wound was exposed. The bullet was deeply embedded, and there was dark blood surrounding the area, staining his clothes, the gurney, and your gloves. “Jesus fucking christ Jeongguk, this is horrible. Why did you wait so long before coming to the hospital? You might contracted an infection or tetanus if you’re not careful!”

“Wow watching you spit out that medical stuff was kind of sexy. A lot different from the girl who wanted to compete with me on how zebra was pronounced.”

Ignoring him, you set your scissors down and began to wipe the surrounding blood to the best of your ability. Taking some gauze and alcohol, you began to wipe near the wound. “This might hurt. I’m going to clean your wound first so I can see where the bullet is and identify any infections, and then we’ll move on from there. Okay?”

Too focused on the wound, his body bounced a bit at your question, indicating his nod. He sat still and jumped a few times when the alcohol made contact with the open flesh, but endured through it with a wince on his face. He had definitely gotten infected, and the bullet was small enough to be a risk. “I’m gonna have to put you under a IV drip to hydrate you again, you lost a lot of blood. And also after getting you in a stable condition, you need to also get some antibiotics, because your wound is infected. I’m gonna numb the area so it doesn’t hurt as much, but I’m gonna have to use some pliers to pry out the bullet before it does any more harm. Do you understand?”

“I trust you. Do your thing. What was the name of the antibiotic again?”

“Prophylaxis. Why?”

“And how much?”

“I’m gonna start with 75 mg and we’ll monitor your state from there. Why are you asking, it’s not like you know what it means.”

He shrugged, “Just cause. Go ahead, fix me up.”

Nodding and satisfied with his response, you began filling the syringe with the clear liquid. He watched you with careful hooded eyes, and winced when you made a move to insert the needle. Quirking an eyebrow up at him, you asked, “You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

Groaning, you focused your attention back on carefully inserting the needle as painlessly as possible into the muscles near the wound. While you did so, and he became used to the numb feeling, he began rattling off random stuff. Which you proceeded to ignore for the rest of the procedure.

“I remember you would get so mad when I tried poking your stomach to try and tickle you, and look who’s poking who now? You used to be so scared of the dentist, but I can’t believe you’re a doctor now.”

You carefully inserted the thin tweezers into the wound removed the bullet slowly to try and not tear anything.

“Damn it’s been a while since I’ve been to a hospital this big but then Taehyung told me he saw on your Facebook that you were working at this big ass hospital and I knew I had to come see you. I didn’t know it would like this though----” He stopped talking when the clang of the bullet hit the pan and you thrust it at him, so he could see the bloody blob you’d just pulled out of his shoulder. His eyes grew wide, and took the metal tray from you with his other hand.

“Are you ready to explain why this is in you?” you asked, setting down your tools.

Sighing, he looked up at you with one of the darkest expressions you’d seen in your life. His eyes grew dark, and you noticed how deep his dark circles were. Glancing around nervously, his eyebrows furrowed and he shoved his hat back on his head. “Just sew me up and I’ll tell you. Not here,” he said with a gruff voice.

You hesitated. Despite not being in contact for years, you’d never seen him get so serious and angry and emotional all at the same time. But it had been years. You didn’t really understand or know who Jeon Jeongguk was anymore, to be fully realistic. And he was your patient and as a doctor, you were to treat your patients without digging into their personal lives. And so you did.

Sighing, you picked up your tools and began stitching him up, and proceeded to quickly make the snips and sutures where needed. Throughout the process this time he was silent, and you felt his gaze on the top of your head as you bent down to properly get a good look at the area you were looking at. Now not distracted by his blabbering, you finally got a good look at his physique. The shoulder you were working on was really broad and sturdy, evidence of good exercise and high intensity training of some sort, either a sport or weight-lifting. His skin was pale though, showing he didn’t seem to be spending too much time outdoors. And he looked good, although you hated to admit.

Compared to your weak undernutritioned frame with greasy hair, permanent dark circles and constantly tired state, Jeon Jeongguk looked good. And it was so annoying because it was always like you’d remembered. Finishing the last stitch, you snipped off the string and wrapped his shoulder in the roll of gauze the nurse had provided. You removed the rest of his shirt so you could maneuver around his upper torso and back to get the gauze situated around his shoulder wound, but when you helped him pull the fabric off, you almost fell off the chair. Jeongguk was fit, to a point where you questioned where the heck he was working, and when he had the time to get in such good shape.

This muscley man sitting in front of you was so different from the scrawny kid you were used to years ago. The years had definitely made him grow into his frame and fill out the spaces better. You heard his breath hitch when you brushed your fingers over his skin to get the gauze tight. His muscles on his chest jumped and you hastily apologized, trying to fill up the awkward lack of noise.

But neither of you said anything further as you continued to wrap the never ending roll around his upper arm, torso, shoulder, and chest. As you finished, you stuck the tape down and began cleaning your supplies. Silently, Jeongguk retrieved his jacket and slipped it on. When he made a motion to stand up while you were cleaning, you pushed him back onto sitting on the bed. “Wait Jeongguk. Let’s get you moved to a hospital ward here and we can get you started on the IV and the antibiotics. You’re not in good condition right now because of the blood loss and I can’t let you go without making sure the infection is flushed from your system.”

He still refused to make eye contact, but still sat down anyway. Sighing, you finished collecting the scraps of fabric from his shirt, the bloody towels, and remains of your work onto the cart and you wheeled it out into the sanitizing room. “Nurse Lee, could you prepare a ward for the patient with the gun wound? I’ll be taking care of him and taking him up there myself.”

When you returned to the bed and flung the curtains aside, you found nothing.

No clothes, no stained bedsheets, no patient. No Jeongguk. Nothing.

Panicking, you ran outside to where the hubbub of the emergency room bustled around you. Asing other nurses and doctors yielded no results; no one had seen anyone enter or exit that section of the ward except you. Running up to the desk, you desperately asked them to look up the patient with the gunshot wound dressed in all black in that bed, and each nurse came up with nothing. “Not even a patient named Jeon Jeongguk?!” Still nothing.

After a few more minutes of frantically searching for your patient, your seniors saw you running around and decided it was time to give you some more work to do. As you got dragged away to a different station, it took all of your will to not run back to the emergency area and scour the area for your injured friend.

It wasn’t until two hours later, when you finally ended your shift and desperately needed to get home before you collapsed from exhaustion and the gross-feeling of working all day, you found him again. As you got off the bus and opened the door to your small apartment complex, you almost screamed to see a figure slumped on your couch.

There he was, the jacket open like he’d left it, the gauze stained red, and legs hanging off the handrest. He was breathing heavily, and his hair was wet with cold sweat and his eyes drooping with the effort of sitting up. Gasping and dropping your bag to run to his side and prop him up, you lifted his face with your hands, worriedly searching his eyes for any signs of shock. But instead of dilated pupils and shaky irises, you just saw the eyes of your childhood friend staring tiredly back into yours.

“Jeongguk, you okay?”

Grinning, and huffing as he winced, he pointed to something on your coffee table. “I brought the antibiotic and the IV drip stuff.”

Looking back to where he was pointing, you saw that he had indeed stolen two bags of the antibiotic and the IV kit, as well as some other materials.

“Jeongguk, what’s going on please tell me, I need to know if I’m going to help you.” you pleaded. His head was becoming heavier in your hands, the exhaustion and burden of the wound and infection taking a toll on him. He just grabbed one of your wrists and looked up at you with a sad and begging expression.

“You’re the only one I could trust.” and with that, his head lolled and he slumped over with the effort of keeping himself up. Concerned, but still knowing it would be harder to get him to your bed if he passed out, you helped him get his good arm over your shoulders before stumbling your way to your small bed. Once he hit the bed, he collapsed. You scrambled to cover him with your sheets and remove his jacket and shoes before running back to retrieve the IV drip he’d brought. After hooking it up, you sat as he breathed haggardly with his eyes screwed shut. You watched him for a bit, highly concerned, highly suspicious, and so confused.

It seemed like even talking was taking too much effort so you just sat there, wiping his cold sweat with some cool towels and cleaning his wound. All of a sudden, your phone buzzed.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N? It’s me Youngjae, and Yongguk sunbae told me to call. Apparently there was a break-in into one of our pharmacies and storage closets, and right now they’re running an inventory to see what’s missing. You were here for the last shift right? Did you see anything?”

You glance up at the IV drip hanging near your bed and hooked up to Jeongguk’s arm, and you’re about to reply, when a hand grips your hand that was resting on the bed. You look down to see Jungkook grasping your hand tightly, eyes begging with an otherwise unreadable plea.

Furrowing your brow, you hesitate. Jeon Jeongguk had disappeared for 10 years, gotten a suspicious high-salary job, and had just returned to your hospital and home after years of contact. It was so odd how he knew where you worked, where you lived, and showed up with a gun shot wound and who knows what other baggage.

But as the grip tightened, Youngjae spoke again. “Y/N? You there?”

And you answered.

“Yeah, no. I didn’t see anything suspicious” and hung up. And after hearing your response, Jeongguk smiled tiredly, and fell asleep. The both of you didn’t say anything, but your hands were clasped together over his chest.

And this was how Jeon Jeongguk entered your life.