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jeonjcngkook · 3 years ago

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popular vote | jjk (m)

➵ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➵ genre/au: 18+, porn with no plot at all whatsoever, smut, fluff, established relationship, political au (but not at all political bcs im just dumb)

➵ word count: 5.7k

➵ summary: jungkook gets elected as the youngest president and you’re there to celebrate his big win with him

➵ warnings & kinks: jaykay do be a lil dominant • sub reader with a dirty mouth • lil possessive jaykay • he calls her ‘little swan’ n ‘princess’ — honestly im mushy theyre saur cute • swearing • dirty talk • kissing • neck kisses • hair pulling • slight exhibitionism • biting • oral (m & f rec) • deep throating • jords’ famous spit kink makes a return agdfsgdhfg • fingering • size kink • unprotected sex • clit slapping w his cawk • cum swallowing • finger sucking •

➵ note1: betaed by @hobipaint, @amourtae, @baljinciaga, @m-yg93 & @rkivian. banner by @kth1. honourable mention to jj who fought for this <333 lurv u

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Your fingers work diligently, scrambling at the lapels of his tightly fitted blazer while the other begins to undo the buttons of the crisp jacket. Jungkook manages to push the door open with the heel of his shoe, pulling you in right behind him. The door closes with a slam as he presses you up against the structure, hard enough that a painting of a historical member of the political institution rattles on impact.

A gasp sneaks past your lips as the air is knocked out of your lungs followed by a small giggle at the situation. You don’t have much time to catch your breath because one of Jungkook’s hands is firmly attached to the door while the other holds your hips tight so you can’t escape him; a thigh slides in between your own legs, parting them and pressing it against your core.

“____ - fucking hell, you’re just so - .”

Jungkook is lost in the pleasure as he dips towards your neck, manoeuvring past your blouse collar, licking, nipping and biting at the skin — making sure that everybody knows just who exactly it is you belong to.

“Mhm, look at me,” you manage to persuade.

You run your fingers through your husband's onyx locks, watching as some of the gelled strands fall from the hairstyle and in front of his beautiful face. He smiles gently, his teeth on full display as he sweeps you up off of your heels and twirls you around in his arms, tucking his head into your shoulder and placing affectionate little kisses in the crook of your neck.

Today is a special day for the both of you, but especially for Jungkook. After years of dedication and hard work, Jungkook had just been elected President; the youngest in history to be exact. All the late night meetings that he would have to attend, skipped dates, and missed anniversaries have all been worth it for this moment; holding your husband's hand and walking this path with him.

Jungkook has always had the vigour and drive for this. Knowing from a young age that he always wanted to make a difference in the world, to strive, eager to create a legacy — being President was how he knew he could make a real tremendous difference. And truth be told, you could not be any prouder than you are at this moment.

Your arms wrap tightly around Jungkook as he continues to spin you around the small room before he sets you down and brushes his lips against your forehead. A gesture he always did in a moment of glory.

“How are you feeling, little swan?” Jungkook sighs against your head, his breath warming your flesh.

You keen at the nickname he shares with you. ‘Little swan’ being what he calls you as you had always held yourself with such gracefulness and elegance; even before standing by his side through his presidential run. It is as if you were born to be here by his side as his First Lady.

You slowly pull away from the warmth of his body, keeping your hands entwined around his neck. Jungkook’s eyes never break away from you, watching as your own eyes start to well up.

“I’m thinking about just how proud I am of you. How proud I am to have you as the leader of our country. But most of all, how proud I am to call you my husband,” you say, blinking away the tears quickly before they could fall and ruin your makeup.

Jungkook, without an ounce of hesitation, softly kisses you with his petal-like lips. It’s slow, tender and loving; unlike the kiss that you both shared just a few moments ago. His hand slides around your waist and pulls you back towards his body, resting it on the small of your back.

His tongue slips out and presses against your lips, eventually parting them and sliding in to tangle with your own. The kiss grows more heated as minutes pass, both of you opening your mouths simultaneously to allow further access.

Every part of your body sparks underneath Jungkook’s dextrous fingertips, making it hard to keep quiet. Your own digits thread through the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck, finding the little curls and gently gripping them in your palm. Jungkook moans into your mouth and you swear you can feel his heart rate pick up like an insistent drum beat. Twisting your head, you deepen the kiss further, allowing his tongue to roll over and around yours as if trying to savour every single tiny detail about this day to memory. The sounds of mouths smacking together fills the room and you find yourself so indulged in his kiss that you let out low moans as Jungkook swallows them up.

With no warning, Jungkook lifts you back into his arms and takes slow strides to the other side of the office, where he places you down on top of the desk. His right hand slithers behind you to find the zipper at the back of your skirt and teasingly tugs it down ever so slowly.

Your own hands work in tandem with each other to work on the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, getting impatient before you tear the fabric right down the middle, listening as the buttons fall onto the table and floor around you, revealing your husband's toned physique.

“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, his eyes glittering from the soft yellow lights above.

Grinning, you reply, “I’m never a patient person around you, baby”

His face inches closer to yours once more, his breath ghosting over your face where you can smell the faint scent of peppermint from his gum and the sweet flowery scent from his cologne he applied this morning. Jungkook's lips are barely touching yours and when you tilt your head and pull him towards you by the neck once more, he pulls back.

“Well maybe I should teach you a thing or two. That’s the only way you’re going to get what you’re craving.” Jungkook quips. You allow your eyes to flutter shut as you revel in the feeling of his weight against you.

Rolling your head to the side, you allow Jungkook to leave his own bites and sucks from your ear and down your neck. Never one to linger, his lips travel down your jaw, his tongue tickling against your skin as he works down to your neck, nipping at the skin before laving over the small marks before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

You groan in frustration but keep the smile on your lips, knowing that when you play the intolerant card that Jungkook will soon enough put you back in your place.

Removing yourself from the desk, you twist your body around and place both hands flat firmly against the wooden desk, bending over to make sure the curve of your ass presses into Jungkook.

“Is it so wrong that I just want Mr. President to fuck me?” You purr, swaying your hips menacingly.

Before you can continue using your hips to tease Jungkook, his hands travel to your sides, halting your lustrous movements.. His fingers slide through the hem of your skirt and bunches it in his fists in a tugging motion. His fingertips graze your skin every so often, leaving a path of goose bumps to rise. You feel the clothing pool at your heels in a ‘swish’ motion followed by Jungkook who finds himself on his knees, lifting each one of your legs once to move the clothing from your feet — pressing wet kisses to the back of your calves.

Jungkook gets back to his feet, his hands leisurely trailing up your sides, past your hips and waist, feeling the lace of your underwear under his digits and then finally reaching your chest. “Leave the heels on,” he announces as he moves his palms around and cups both of your tits in each hand and firmly squeezes them a little harder than necessary prompting a moan from you.

The way his index finger and thumb slides past the lace fabric of your bra to find your nipples makes your legs weak. He rolls the hardened bud over and over until he begins to feel your body tremble against him.

He removes himself from your tits in favour of grabbing your hair at your nape and pulling you flush against his body. Leaning down, he directs his kiss bitten lips towards your neck and nibbles at the underside of your ear and squeezes your breast again. “I would never have been able to do this without you,” Jungkook whispers in your ear before suckling your earlobe into his mouth and grazing the flesh in between his teeth.

Jungkook pushes his thigh in between your legs and parts them. You moan on command as he starts to press into your pussy. Your back arches further into his chest as you feel your slick stick to your underwear.

Wasting no time, Jungkook manages to turn you around to face him once more and presses his swollen lips back into yours. Immediately, you part your lips and massage his tongue with your own messily, where teeth clash. Your nimble fingers tremble as they undo the top button of Jungkook’s pants.

You pop it open after a struggle, trying to concentrate on his mouth on yours and eventually you pull the zipper down and dip your hand into his Tom Ford boxers you love so much. Moving one hand over his hard dick, you rub tauntfully, making sure to add a bit of pressure once you near his tip and Jungkook releases a deep growl into the open air.

His cock is hard, heavy and slightly wet from the copious amounts of pre-cum that has leaked from his tip. You’re able to work your wrist in a fluid motion, making sure to spread his cum around from tip to base and back again. You break the kiss and look into your husband's eyes, taking in the beauty of his own — deep shades of spellbinding chestnut.

“Fuck, you’re so good with your hands,” he hums. "I'm yours, little swan. Every inch. Take what belongs to you.”

With one last kiss to his lips, you sink to your knees and look up to Jungkook from down below. With his head thrown back, shirt hanging off his shoulders showing off the sweat that is beginning to show on his skin, he looks so utterly beautiful in the throes of his pleasure. You grip tightly at his unzipped pants and pull them down far enough to release his pretty cock and watch it bop in front of you.

There is something so erotic about the way you handle Jungkook. The way you swallow harder than usual at the sight of him, even after all these years. It’s the way your fist can never quite close fully when you take him into your hand — his girth too big for your hand to fully wrap all the way around.

You watch on mesmerised as Jungkook still hardens under your touch, not believing that he could grow any more yet you’re always taken by surprise. Your hand pumps him diligently. Slow and tight. The leaking precum aiding you in an easy glide and then making sure to flick your wrist just the way he likes it at the tip.

“Is this how you want me? On my knees, messy and drooling for you,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to please the man in front of you.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is breathy as his responses comes out in a broken moan. Looking down below, Jungkook wraps your hair around his fist and edges you closer to his cock. Once you’re close enough, he wraps his own hand around his base and presses the head to your parted lips, making sure to spill anything from his cock onto your lower lip.

You nudge closer and let your tongue glide smoothly down his shaft, feeling the way the veins that run on the underside pulses in your mouth before pulling back and licking your lips salaciously to savour the salty taste of him as it tingles your taste buds.

Continuing to use your tongue, you wrap your mouth around him and beckon yourself further down his cock, pulling back and then teasing the slit with the point of your tongue. The noises from above you catch your attention as you watch Jungkook in euphoric bliss, enough to spur you to sink back down again.

Your hand continues to stroke whatever parts of his length you can’t quite reach. Every so often, you pull off completely and drag your thumb across the slit, mixing his cum and your spit into a messy mixture and using it as a form of lube for movement.

The fist in your hair tightens at your actions and pulls you off of his cock completely. You look up at him through wet lashes and a wicked grin on your face — a silent plea for him to give you more. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and let the pearly liquid on your tongue run down the muscle.

Jungkook grabs at his base again and catches the concoction from your tongue with the tip of his cock before he takes control and forces in as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly take. You gag around him as he places his second hand onto the back of your head to keep you still, using your hair to guide your movements backwards and forwards onto his dick, every thrust pushing further past the barricade of your throat.

“Oh… my God. _____, t-that feels s-so good,” he hisses, his hips not stopping snapping into your face.

As the words leave his mouth, you push yourself further towards his hips and swallow his cock whole. Your nose is pressing up against his pubic bone as the tears once gathered at your lashes fall freely, effectively ruining your makeup you tried hard to keep pristine previously.

Jungkook’s movements still and he bends forward while keeping you in place as he feels you swallowing around him, the constricting pressure of your throat around him pushing him closer to his orgasm.

Before long, you’re pulled off of his dick and suck in a breath to aid the lack of oxygen your body hadn’t received. You’re quick to sink yourself back down on him and repeat your actions once again. Licking up and down, you extend your tongue and massage him thoroughly, making sure to caress and give extra attention to the crown, knowing that this is the most sensitive part for him.

Both Jungkook and your own breathing increases in the midst of the pleasure. The addition of the vibrations coming from your throat adds to the wet friction your mouth is providing. Your hand creeps up and wraps around where your mouth can’t reach. Jungkook throws his head back as his hand on the back of your head tightens and guides you back and forth.

You feel him shiver from above you as it all becomes a little too much for Jungkook. Not wanting to come just yet, he pulls out of your throat, past your tongue and watches as a river of saliva that connects him to your mouth snaps and dribbles down your chin, down to your chest and tits and onto his dress pants.

Jungkook is quick in removing his shirt from his back and throwing it to join the rest of both your discarded clothes before lifting you off the ground and placing you onto the desk behind him with your legs dangling off the desk while the rest of you lay back on the wood which is a cool contrast to your own temperature. He kisses you lewdly one more time causing you to repeatedly moan loudly into the kiss, every sound being devoured by his demanding mouth. A hand grips your hips and another finds your chest and trails its way up until you feel it wrap around your throat, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mind searing.

A deep, steady inhale from Jungkook brings you back to reality, feeling him release your throat from his grip and begin their travel again, ghosting over the valley between your tits, barely touching your skin before tracing them over your nipples.

He squeezes one of your breasts, watching as the bud beneath his hand stiffens in his hold, sending a wave of pleasure to you. Rolling the bud in his skilled fingers, you throw your head back and open your mouth in a silent whimper for him. Jungkook continues to roll, pinch, and pull on the bud before making his way to the other, making sure to give it the same pleasure.

“It’s my turn to show you just how appreciative I am of you, little swan.”

You aren’t given any time to respond before Jungkook peels your thighs apart and places one of your heels on the desk whilst the other is thrown over his shoulder. He presses down on each thigh to keep you still and kneels down, levelling your pussy. His dark eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, admiring the way your body reacts to every move he makes.

Gathering a glob of spit in his mouth, Jungkook pulls your underwear to the side and parts your pussy with his index and middle fingers, letting the saliva drip out his mouth with no rush and watches as it spreads across your sticky cunt and his fingers.

He runs the wet fingers up and down your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. He is slow and calculated with his movements, brushing his thumb against your clit, making sure to clamp down on the swollen bundle before sliding both fingers in with little friction, just to watch your body jolt in response.

Wordlessly, Jungkook starts a fast rhythm of pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again; twisting it once his knuckles reach your entrance as you buck your hips for more.

Jungkook dips his head down and licks and nips a line from your navel south to your cunt. His greedy mouth flattens the muscle and licks down up the mess he created through the length of your pussy with enthusiastic and unrestrained fervour, watching your eyes flutter shut, back arching as you bite on your knuckles to keep quiet.

He opens up your folds and sucks on your clit harshly, bringing waves of pleasure to wash over you. His tongue merely sucks and swallows every dribble of your released juices as he coaxes you towards your high in record time. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. The taste of you is sweet like honey but Jungkook believes the sounds you make are even sweeter.

“Oh, fuck, b-baby,” you mumble, pleasure taking over every part of your body. “So good with your tongue.”

You feel Jungkook grin against your pussy as his hand gripping your thigh tightens and his tongue picks up the pace as he presses closer into you. Your words are rewarded with quick flicks and sucks to your clit causing your back to arch completely off the desk.

“Gotta stretch your tiny pussy open if you want me,” Jungkook goads.

Going back straight to work, Jungkook’s focus falls solely on your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt and laps at your slick again and again, riling you up towards your orgasm. The way his name keeps slipping through your teeth is music to Jungkook’s ears causing him to unconsciously keep your hips against the desk and pull you closer to him so there is no escape from his ministrations.

Increasing the pace, both of you can hear the sounds of your pussy squelching from his fingers and he ponders the thought of just how pornographic it all is. You can feel a ghosting smirk on his lips as you keen at the pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you near your high. Little whimpers leave your mouth without a care, and you know that if there are to be any of Jungkook’s servicemen outside the room, they would be able to hear every fine detail going on in this room.

The melodic sounds falling from your lips made Jungkook’s heart flutter, spurring him on to consume you fully. He hums his praise straight into your wet slick, drinking everything you give to him. Your breathing is jagged and your fingers find his hair, blindly tugging at the roots in a silent plea for more.

He sinks his fingers into you again and this time you let the scream that has been harbouring out, not caring at all about who is about. He doesn’t stop this time, fucking you with his fingers until your body is numb from everything but euphoria as your climax leaves your breathing ragged.

“You’re so perfect, and all mine,” he whispers into your pussy, devouring every little part of you. “I can’t wait to show you off to the world.”

Jungkook never stops working you through it, mouthing at your clit, pushing his tongue further into your pussy to swallow every last drop of your produce. The fist in his hair clamps down with force and he groans, doing nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until your hips fall limp on the desk with ragged breaths and trembling legs.

Eventually, Jungkook stills his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and closes his eyes, concentrating on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers rapidly. Tighter and tighter you clench around him, feeling like a knot in a rope that is being pulled from both ends and on its way to unravelling just for him.

Before long, he withdraws his fingers slowly as you hiss at the emptiness created. He holds his fingers in the air and you lift your head to see his digits glisten under the lights.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticking between them, a clear substance connecting the appendages. Jungkook's lips wrap around one of the coated digits and moans appreciatively. “Always taste the sweetest, little swan,” he moans. “Wanna taste?”

You nod your head and open your mouth for Jungkook to feed you his other finger. Your lips wrap around him and you suck diligently for your husband as you clean them off carefully, your tongue circling and lapping up at the taste of your own mess creating a filthy wet sound resounding as you do.

A long, loud whimper is played for you from deep within Jungkook’s chest as he watches you suck on his finger. His eyes are full of lust and hunger. Removing himself from your mouth, Jungkook’s hand finds your throat and wraps around, bringing himself closer to you so he can claim your lips once more in a rough and possessive kiss, biting your bottom lip and pushing his tongue into you fully. This is the side you love about Jungkook. Strong. Assertive. Commanding. Exactly the traits he’ll bring to his presidency.

“Open.”

You open your mouth on command as Jungkook leans over the top of you once more and spits right into the back of your throat, watching as you swallow it down without a fuss, making sure to let your tongue hang open to show that you’ve taken it all.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Jungkook says softly. “Come here, turn around for me,” he tells you as he taps your thigh twice.

You kick off your heels and turn around, feeling Jungkook clutch at your shoulder and shoving your upper body down onto the desk. He is quick to remove you from your underwear, pick up a leg and place it on the desk before positioning himself behind you. You adjust yourself onto your elbows, readying yourself for him to sink in.

A low gasp leaves your lips as he presses himself against you and guides the blunt head of his cock through your folds, wetting it in your arousal. Jungkook thrusts unhurriedly through your slick, making sure to take his time to rile you up.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg.

A deep laugh comes from behind you as he resumes gliding his length in and out of your slit to coat himself. Your hips roll back towards Jungkook automatically in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside to relieve you from the growing tension in your body. But it never happens. He just pulls further away from you with a disapproving sigh before pressing the tip of his length back through your folds and leaving you frustrated both physically and emotionally.

Over and over again he does this until the leg that is on the floor that is keeping your weight centred is shaking and your forearms are straining as they fight to keep you upright.

“Be a good girl and tell me what it is you want?”

You open your mouth to give him an answer but before you have the chance, Jungkook slaps your clit with his cock and you stutter and fumble all over your words. You squirm restlessly and eventually your arms admit defeat and give out causing your chest to collide with the desk.

“I can’t hear you, little swan.”

“P-please Jungkook, I want you,” you wail, tears gathering at your lashes the more frustrated you become. “I want you to fuck me, Mr President.”

The use of his new title seems to be the key to grant you exactly what you need. With a snap of his hips, Jungkook buries his cock into you with an erotic moan, feeling the way you suck him in full to the brim and clench around him.

Your vision blurs, mouth wide open in a silent cry as he stills inside of you, feeling the head of his cock press against the furthest part of you. Your arousal only flows further and coats both Jungkook’s cock and your inner thighs in a sticky gleam as he drags himself from you in a record slow pace, making sure you feel every inch of him.

“Shit, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you little swan. You want my cock, is that it?” You whimper softly at the look he gives you — a look of hunger like he is getting ready to devour every single part of you.

Within a matter of seconds, Jungkook pushes back into your pussy, his hands finding each side of your waist and pulls you further back onto him. His thrusts are quick and precise, you feel like your insides are being rearranged and nothing has felt better.

Everything about the way Jungkook fucks you feels so good. His cock is rubbing against your cervix in the most pleasurable ways with each thrust that is delivered. The desk below you creaks from the weight being ploughed into it and you laugh as you watch the contents on the tabletop fall to the ground from his thrusts.

You find yourself laying flat against the surface, mouth open and drooling from the onslaught brought to your pussy from the man behind you. Each time he would slam into you, a wail of ecstasy at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked your velvety walls with each thrust fills the open air.

Jungkook's hands slithers down to your sides and tugs both of your wrists behind your back. He holds them clamped one on top of the other, securely locked in one of his own as he picks up the pace. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your ass as it bounces with the force of his thrusts, raising his other hand and slapping the flesh on either side. You give an experimental clench around his dick once more and hear him mewl from behind you.

Jungkook pulls out until just his tip is nestled into you before sinking back into you going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek at the motion as he pulls himself back out of your quivering hole and pushes back in, in another fluid motion.

“Fuck, let me see you,” Jungkook grunts into your ear.

Your brow furrows as he twists your body around in his hands, your mouth dropping open as he sits you on the desk with your legs spread apart, giving him plenty of space to step in between and sink back into you. He is fast enough to catch you in another kiss, rough and hard as his hips regain their ruthless pace with only one thought in his mind — you sobbing his name, clenching around him with everything you have, your slick coating you both as you cry over and over, trembling.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” a strangled scream rips through you, eyes shutting tight and pushing the tears from the corner of your eyes down the sides of your face.

The sounds of his grunts fill the space around you both as he begins picking up the pace, watching the way your tits bounce with the impact. You wrap your legs around Jungkook and lock your ankles together to pull him closer to you as he balances his hands on the desk on either side of you.

You feel his lips on yours again as he continues to fuck you, hungry for every taste of you as his hand grips your hip with a little more force. You groan into the kiss, reaching up to lay your hand on the nape of his neck, only to have the groan turn to a whimper when he nibbles at your bottom lip.

“Let go little swan, give me all of you.”

Jungkook looks like some sort of god as he hovers over you, pleasuring you in the only way that he knows how; drawing sounds from you that you never thought you would make so publicly with the knowledge of people just outside the door. Yet, he drinks in your melody of noises, both of your heads spinning in euphoria as you both listen to the sounds of skin on skin resounding in the small office space. His name on your lips sounding like the most beautiful thing he has ever heard as you cry it out in pleasure.

Your walls clamp around his cock as he stills inside of you after a particular hard rut. Your mouth opens in pleasure, and legs tremble around Jungkook as your orgasm overtakes you and you spill your juices all over his dick. Jungkooks head dips down and presses his lips into the hollow of your throat and nips the skin harshly as he continues to thrust over and over into your oversensitive pussy. His eyes catch his cock dragging out of you covered in white, watching as it spreads across your thighs and the desk below you.

“O-oh, shit, _____.” The sight itself is enough to make Jungkook still entirely as he finally comes without warning, spilling inside of you with his hips pressed firmly against yours. He whimpers as his cock twitches and he captures your lips with his again as his hips give little thrusts through the aftershocks of his euphoria, a never ending stream of his cum being pushed inside you.

Your lips still pressed together, you both hiss as you are both overcome with sensitivity, tears of euphoric pleasure staining both of your faces.

Slowly, your body grows lax and you can feel Jungkook start to pull himself out from you before grabbing at the handkerchief inside his suit jacket pocket and using that to wipe himself clean. He makes his way to you and watches as his cum seeps from out of your pussy and joins the mess that you made on the desk earlier. He giggles softly and begins to clean you up. Jungkook leans in and kisses you sweetly this time, his hand coming up to your face and runs it across the highest point of your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains left on your face. Gentle fingers brush away the hair from your face before he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead that you return with a kiss to his chest.

A small knock on the door breaks you both out of the momentary bliss you have entered as you both scramble to pick up your clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the office.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying everything in your power to suppress the giggle threatening to leave your mouth.

“Um, this is Vice President Kim Seokjin.” There is an awkward pause for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other wide eyed, trying hard not to burst into laughter. “We are waiting for President Jungkook to make out and make his public speech…”

At this, both you and Jungkook subsequently let out fits of giggles as you both remember that after the election there is always the first public speech to be made by the elected president and his first lady.

It is about to become painfully obvious to the whole world what went down in this room and there is no way either of you were about to live this down.

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