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Life Twist 09 | JJK

⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 11.7K+

⏤ author’s note❧ New chapter, guys 😍 this is one of my favorites and I have to say - enjoy while the fluffiness and happiness lasts - not gonna spoil anything for the future, we'll have to wait to see what comes next for these two cuties. As always enjoy this new chapter and all of your comments/thoughts are more than welcome 🤗 P.S: Jeon Jungkook gave me a heart attack after the release of 'Seven' 🤸🏼

'Would you be my girlfriend?'

Did your ears deceive you? Is it possible that you’re already asleep and you’re in the middle of a dream?

'Could you repeat that one more time, please?'

He chuckles and nods complying to your request.

'Would you be my girlfriend, noona?'

You heard well. He really asked you to be his girlfriend. Your smile grew from ear to ear, and you didn't even have to think your answer for a second even though, a giggle is all that comes out of your lips while you feel your cheeks starting to blush like crazy.

‘I really hope that cute giggle means yes, baby’

'Yes, of course JK!' you respond happily hugging him tightly.

'Really? Fuck yes, baby.' He hugs you back while peppering your face with kisses.

You realize you are all sweaty and stinky from the previous sinful activities and the sheets are a mess too.

'As much as I love hugging you, I think I should help you changing the sheets'

'Don't worry baby, I'll do it. You can go ahead and start the shower meanwhile'

'Are you sure? I don't mind helping, Kook'

'Yes, my beautiful girlfriend, I'm sure. I'll be there as soon as I'm done so I can help you get cleaned up' he says while winking at you and showing a little smirk.

You feel your cheeks blushing hearing him calling you 'girlfriend'. It sounds surreal but you love the sound of it.

You kiss him on the lips briefly, then trail three kisses down his neck, to his shoulder. 'K, I'll be going first then' you say, sliding out of bed. At the door to his en suite bathroom, you break into a little smile and say 'Don't take long, boyfie'

'I won't, gorgeous' Jungkook drops his head back to the pillow with a smile plastered on his face. This is a dream - he thinks to himself.

Over the time you've known Jungkook, you've developed a mental gallery — sort of like a list you could say, because that’s the way your brain works — of things you want to do with him. To him, actually. And over the course of the night, you made a real dent in that list. Waiting for the water to heat on the shower, you spend those minutes running over those items.

You relive a particularly excellent moment from your explosive first time with Jungkook, which reminds you of this thing he did, and a cry — did that really come out of your mouth? — and then that look on his face when you...Ugh you really have to stop your dirty memories.

You shake your head, then your whole body, and then open the shower glass door stepping into it. Tilting your head away, you hold a loofah in the shower flow and pour a little bodywash over it. As you start to scrub, you notice a little reddish patch below your right breast, and you chuckle because you know immediately that it was from his mouth working on your skin when he found your third tattoo. Your thighs clench together involuntarily, and you immediately try to refocus on the loofah.

You're facing the flow of water, rinsing the lather off your arms, when you hear the glass door of the shower opening. You smirk to yourself before turning around to find giant, naked, rock-hard Jungkook behind you.

'I thought you fell asleep for a moment'

'And missing out having a shower with my beautiful girlfriend? No way'

Without saying another word, Jungkook joins you and cranes his neck to kiss where the water hits your collarbone. You can only move your hand through his hair and feel around his forearm, Jungkook's lips joining the spattering flow of water along your shoulder and up to your neck before he finds your lips again. The free hand that isn't holding your face finds its way down your stomach, finally catching you free and open where his hand slides against you in staid pattern before he kisses down to your shoulder again. 

'Everything about you is amazing, you know that?' Jungkook pulls his palm up to your clit, firm, while his fingers spread and find you waiting.

You give him a sarcastic nod trying to hold back a moan, then say, 'You're such a menace Jeon Jungkook' reaching for his arm and sliding past him, shifting him under the shower head 'Get warm, boyfie. I don't want you to get sick'

He feels goosebumps every time he hears the word 'boyfie' coming from your beautiful lips. He obliges, but never takes his eyes off you.

You can’t help but glance downward, to his cock and for a moment you feel like a perv.

It’s a fairly small shower so you barely move before that hard heat is pressing against your abdomen, as you go up on your tippy toes to kiss him. This time, the kiss is immediately heavy — heat and tongue and moans, wet hands slipping all over wet skin. Jungkook’s hands run up and down your back, then flatten over your hips, over the curve of your ass, squeezing and urging you closer to him.

But you keep some space between you two, because you have plans for him. You slide a finger down his chest, then all your fingers over his magnificent abs, down that trail to his pelvis — the one that practically taunts you when he’s shirtless — until you find once again his hard shaft. A shudder runs through his midsection, seeming to transform into a groan in his throat, as you wrap your hand around him. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, gently, and then break the kiss. When you look at him, his eyes are dark and intent, lips slightly parted - a look you think you may never entirely get used to, may always be powerless against; a look you know you wear as well.

And then you bend, your lips following the trail your fingers made, and Jungkook inhales sharply and hisses, 'Y/N' as he realizes what you're doing.

'Shhhhh' you whisper, planting a kiss below his navel, getting situated on your knees. You slip your hand over his tip, down the shaft, wrap it around the base. JK’s breathing is shaky; without looking, you can tell his jaw is clenched. His hands in your hair are jittery too, and you still for a moment to let him settle.

When he does, you lick a path away from your hand. Jungkook lets out a harsh breath, quickly followed by a 'Fuck. I could never get enough of you' when your lips close around the head. And just like that, he is in your mouth. Your lips and your tongue are sliding over the ridges and planes and curves of his truly remarkable cock. You take your time, once again getting to know the feeling of him, tasting him, testing for his reactions, and you're rewarded with rasping strings of sounds and half-words. 'Ahhhhh…s-shit. Oh, my g-... b-baby'

And then his hands are on your shoulders, gently pressing you away from him, pulling his hips back a bit. You release him and look up. He’s flushed and you can see his pulse pounding in his neck. “I want to...” he trails off, breathlessly, and then he lifts you by the arms and you get the message. Jungkook kisses you savagely, desperately, and you wonder for the millionth time in the last hours why the hell and how on Earth you avoided doing this for so long.

And then all thoughts cease, because Jungkook’s hand is between your thighs, easing them apart. Without any sort of teasing, he simply slides a finger into you. And then out. And this time another finger joins on the way in, and his thumb presses firmly against your clit.

'Mmh, so so wet, always so ready for me baby' says your boyfriend between kisses with his raspy voice.

A moan comes from somewhere, probably from you - you think vaguely, you are already out of it - as Jungkook works his thumb in a circle, never breaking contact, never letting up on the pressure, and after a minute your lips fall away from his. He immediately bends to kiss your breasts, licking all around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, then following with the other.

'Fuck. These tits drive me nuts. You're so fucking beautiful' he says while he keeps licking your already perked nipples.

You can feel yourself beginning a crescendo, and your hand goes to his wrist against your pelvis and you still it. With your other hand, you lift his chin back to your level. Confusion flickers in his eyes, and then slowly but never taking your eyes of his, you turn around. You place one palm against the cool tile wall, and the other guides his hand around your hip.

You look at him over your shoulder, and you smile when you notice how his gaze automatically fell to your ass while he bites his lip piercing and then you say 'Just ticking a few more boxes on the list of things I’ve wanted to do with you since...well, let’s just call it a long time and leave it at that'

Jungkook shakes his head slightly, his look of wonder slowly replaced by a little smirk. You're so hot, so freaking dirty and he's so down for it to the point where he could fuck you day in and day out. He leans in and bites your earlobe before whispering 'I didn’t keep a list, but if I did...all of this night? Right at the top. You and those goddamn dresses of yours…you don't have any idea how many times I imagined myself fucking your brains out'

And with that, his cock is pressing against your backside, and you stop breathing for a second. You let go of his hand and reach behind you to guide the hard length of him between your thighs, angling your hips back and up until his tip brushes against your entrance, and then slides in.

You both let out a long breath when he is fully inside, and a rush goes through your whole body at the feeling of him filling you from this angle. He moves gently within you. His hands work over your hips, paying special attention to your ass, palms sliding up the sides of your torso, down your arms, covering your hands against the tile, interlacing your fingers. Then, as he thrusts into you slowly, he trails his right hand back down your torso, over your abdomen and down until his fingers find that tiny, inflamed mound.

With just the slightest pressure, your knees buckle, and you let out a low cry. Jungkook’s left hand clenches around yours against the wall, and then he begins thrusting with more force. Longer strokes, picking up speed. And now you can feel him hit that elusive spot inside you, and you rock your hips back into him so that they find it together again and again. Jungkook’s finger continues to work a rhythm on your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, and when you close your eyes, all you can feel is him, all around you, inside and out.

And all you hear is a rushing sound— the blood behind your ears or the flow of water or maybe it’s your heaving breaths, but probably all three — and then nothing at all. You're climbing, climbing, like a rollercoaster car approaching the peak, until all at once you're flying over the edge - you've lost count of how many times you have felt this way tonight - and now your only thought is his name, which you cry, over and over and over.

Jungkook follows seconds after, hips bucking against yours, a now-familiar groan ripping from his throat, reverberating against your neck, where his mouth comes to rest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You hold onto each other that way until your breathing evens out. JK plants a few soft kisses on your shoulder then steps back and you turn into him, once more savoring the feeling of his heat against you.

He turns you both, as one, so that you're under the flow of water and don't get cold, then he grabs a bar of soap and hands you the loofah with a shy little smile while you both share a chuckle. You both finally manage to bathe somehow in the tiny shower.

He's out first not before giving you a little peck on your lips and handing you a towel to dry off and then one of his oversize shirts to sleep in. After a few minutes when you finally walk back into his bedroom, he's already laying on his bed with the fresh new sheets and he sighs, 'First item on the list for our new place: bigger shower'

You stop your tracks to his bed and look him full in the face; you can see that he didn’t really intend to say that, not exactly. There’s a small, nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he coughs out a tiny laugh, then stammers, 'I--I should probably ask you out on an actual date first as boyfriend-girlfriend now. Before talking about moving in together? I’m sorry; somehow, I keep finding new ways to screw this up. Just can’t seem to get it right' he ends while rubbing his temples.

If it was someone else, you would probably run like a coward feeling that what he said it's too much pressure for something that it's so new and it's just getting started. But somehow you don't feel scared anymore. Not after the amazing last weeks with him and specially not after this unreal past night.

You study him for a minute finding him cute being all nervous and then say, 'I don’t know. Doesn’t sound so wrong to me for the future'.

His eyes dart to yours glimmering and you continue, slowly, 'I mean, are you thinking like a loft, or like a house-house? Because I think something downtown would probably make the most sense for now, but someday down the road, I could see us in a real house with a little garden for Bamie to enjoy and, ooh, maybe a home theater would be cool...'

Jungkook’s face goes full sunrise and fireworks and double-rainbow, and he closes the distance between both, pulling you in for a big smacking kiss. 'I thought I was going to scare you away, you're so fucking amazing'

You shake your head. 'I'm all in for us if you are' you beam back at him, wrapping your arms behind his neck while he nods smiling enchanted with you, thinking how the hell he got this lucky.

Then you put on a serious face again, 'Okay, back to this shower thing, though: one of those stone walk-in porno showers with like 86 showerheads at every possible angle? Or just like a really awesome double soaker tub?'

'Yes. Both of those' He peppers you with kisses. 'Anything. Whatever it is that you want'

'Oh. Well, I already have that' you smile while looking at him straight to his doe sweet eyes that look at you with so much love.

It’s a short list. Everything you could ever want, right here in this five feet-ten inches package that's laying on bed with you. House and giant shower optional.

‘I think I really like her’

You were taking a sip of your gin tonic when you choke after hearing your best friend’s words. Something you weren’t expecting to hear after you asked how’s it going with Irene, the waitress from the cat café that he started to hook up a while ago.

‘You do?’ you didn’t mean to sound so surprised but what you’re hearing is something that you didn’t expect at all coming from your best friend’s mouth.

Jackson had invited you all to his house, this time no special occasion just hanging out in a calm environment without any loud music and rooms stacked of drunk people. You were pouring yourself a drink along with Chris away enough for the guys not to hear your conversation. JK hasn’t showed up yet, he was swamped in work and said he was coming as soon as he finished some designs that he must present tomorrow to his bosses.

‘I think I do’ he says and nudges your shoulder a little bit with his ‘Hey – don’t act that surprised, I’m perfectly capable of having feelings for someone else than my dick’ says Chris chuckling at your surprise face.

‘Of course, you do. I know that!’ you smile sweetly at your best friend while grabbing his hand and squeezing it a little bit. ‘It’s just… It’s been a long time since I heard you saying that you like someone’

‘Yeah…I know’ he says while pausing for a few seconds and sighs ‘Ugh…I didn’t even remember how the hell it was to feel this way about someone, I even get nervous when I’m around her you know?’

‘I get you. But it’s a good kind of nervous tho’ you say giving your best friend a comforting smile. ‘So, do we know how she feels about you?’

‘To be honest we haven’t really talked about that in particular, we have been hooking up nonstop since we met but we also hang out a lot during the week and there’s days where we just get together to grab dinner and talk about how our day went so I’m guessing she might be in the same place as me but she also has been in a pretty similar situation as me, where her asshole ex cheated on her and since then she has been in non-serious relationships’

‘Wow… did you talked with her about your ex?’

Your best friend nods at you and your eyes widen ‘That’s definitely new!’

‘Yeah, I know I’m fucking whipped. You were the only person that knew about my heartless ex. But I swear it’s just so easy to talk to Irene, I feel…safe. Just like when I talk to you’ he says, and you look at him with so much awe.

But then your best friend opens his potty mouth again and ruins the moment saying ‘The only difference is that I get to bang her’ Chris laughs hysterically at your sudden change of features after his last words, you went from giving him the sweetest gaze to glare at him and put a disgust face.

‘You’re disgusting’ smacking his arm while his laugh continues.

To be honest, you haven’t seen him this whipped over a girl in a long time. And you haven’t seen him this happy either. Not that he didn’t look happy before, not at all.  But there’s something different of your best friend that makes you realize he’s in a better place now and this girl seems to be taking a huge part of it. It warms your heart because he definitely deserves all the happiness in the world, and you just hope this time he doesn’t get his heart broken like last time.

‘I think you should talk with her about your feelings, from what you’re telling me it sounds like she might be in the same place as you. Maybe she needs some reassurance. Take her on a nice romantic date and see how her reaction is, you’ll know what to do from there’

‘Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ll do that, I’ll take her on a romantic date and see how it goes’

You nod at your friend and engulf him in a tight hug that he quickly reciprocates.

‘You know, I’m happy for you’ you say while keeping your head in his chest.

‘And I’m happy for you too, babe’ he says giving you a little kiss on the top of your head. ‘Now enough of me, how’s it going with the golden maknae?’

‘It’s been amazing so far, he’s amazing. He’s so attentive and so sweet. 2 months in together and I don’t have anything to complain, so that’s good’ you say while chuckling.

Then you get a little bit more serious and say ‘Though, to be honest, he gets so fucking jealous that sometimes I want to punch him a little bit’

‘Jealous from who?’ asks your best friend almost not believing what he’s hearing.

Chris knows that you’re respectful of your partners, you don’t give reasons to be jealous. And he also knows that all the people that you know in Seoul is right here in this house – which are all JK’s friends - plus some people of work that you barely see because you work practically remotely full time. So, who the fuck could JK be jealous of?

‘Of every guy that looks towards my way pretty much’ you say while snickering along with your best friend ‘But there’s one guy that he’s a little bit more serious about and I don’t know why. You know Ethan, right? The guy from the gym’

‘Ethan? The tall blonde guy?’

You nod while taking another sip of your drink.

‘I think I know why he gets serious with Ethan’ says Chris while sighing ‘He’s one of the guys that Lina was screwing while she was with JK too’

That’s definitely news for you. You didn’t know about that. How is it that Lina’s name keeps coming up? It’s tiring to this point. You don’t talk to a lot of people at the gym and of all the people that could talk to you, it had to be the guy that Lina fucked while she was dating your boyfriend? Well… from what your friends have told you, she basically fucked everything that was moving so there’s probably a lot more guys at the gym that also slept with her. Not much of a coincidence.

‘Huh? I don’t understand, he never told me this’

‘Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk about it. But JK knows it that’s for sure. To be fair, Ethan never knew that Lina was seeing Jungkook. Jackson one time talked to him at the gym and asked him if he knew that Lina was dating one of his friends and Ethan looked surprised as fuck and had swear that he didn’t knew, she never told him or any of the other guys. That girl is really a blonde demon.’

‘I mean… I kinda understand now why he doesn’t like Ethan but whatever Lina has done it’s not my fault, I’m not like her. I’m not gonna sleep with anyone else’ you say in a defeating tone while sighing ‘I just feel like he doesn’t trust me completely’

‘Hey – don’t overthink this. I don’t think he doesn’t trust you. JK has been always a jealous guy, maybe with you he is a little bit more jealousy than in his previous relationships, but you can see a mile away that he’s fucking smitten with you’

‘You think so? That he’s smitten?’

Chris laughs and says ‘God, are you kidding me? He is like a puppy when he’s around you. I never saw him being like that with someone’

‘A very hot tattooed puppy’ you say while smiling and imagining his toned physique and gosh… that fucking tattoo sleeve that drives you crazy whenever you see it.

‘Is it possible for you to talk about your boyfriend without thirsting over him?’

‘I don’t think I’m capable of doing that honestly. Not with him at least’

‘You’re unbelievable’

‘Thank you’ you respond winking to your best friend while he rolls his eyes at you.

‘Anyways, did you schedule your weekend trip to Jeju already?’

‘Oh, yes! I almost forgot to tell you. We’ll go next month, these few next weeks are going to be a little bit hectic for both of us, so we already arranged everything to travel when things are calmer which is not until next month’

‘Cool! You’ll see, it’s a paradise. I know you’re going to love Jeju, bestie’ said Chris while you were both walking towards the rest of the group that were hanging out on the living room.

You take your seat again on the sofa between Emma and Aria. They are still talking about the wedding date; it’s already set to be in about 9 months. Emma told you both that she really wanted to have the wedding in spring season since she loves the weather in Seoul when it’s springtime, so the wedding will take place around the end of April.

’You are literally glowing since you started dating Jungkook, you know that?’ said Emma while giving you a little smile and nudging your shoulder with hers.

‘Both of you are glowing honestly, I’ve never seen JK that invested on someone’ adds Aria

‘Yeah, I feel like that too. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before. Though the first stages of relationships tend to be like the honey-moon phase, but I don’t know… it feels different this time around’

‘Yeah, I remember the first months of our relationship; it was all sex and talk, sex and talk and more sex. God, that stage is the best’

Both you and Aria snort at Emma’s words before you talk again ‘You’re engaged to be married and that’s the best stage?’

The three of you laugh hysterically in unison and Emma then clarifies ‘It’s just different. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and planning the wedding has been amazing so far. But I’ve to say, that first stage of the relationship is a special thing’

‘Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s like you can’t keep your hands to each other’ complements Aria.

That’s when you see Jungkook entering the living room along with Jackson, you didn’t even realize that the doorbell had rang since you were invested in the conversation with the girls. As soon as Jungkook sees you, he smiles widely and winks at you while walking towards your way.

‘That’s a fact, I really can’t keep my hands of him. Now if you excuse me girls, I have to say hello to my boyfriend’ you say while getting up quickly and heading towards JK.

The girls giggled while Aria was rooting for you with a ‘Go get him girl’

You put your arms around JK’s neck and give him a sweet peck on his lips. He then leans his forehead against yours.

‘Hi baby, I missed you’

‘Hi, my handsome bunny, I missed you too’

‘You guys seem like you haven’t seen each other in days. When was the last time you saw each other?’ asked a curious Namjoon making you turn your head towards him.

‘Um. We were together this morning’ you respond shily with a little smile on your face after seeing JK’s neck and the mark you left him, reminiscing how steamy today’s breakfast at your kitchen counter was.

Jungkook buries himself deep inside your tight walls, hands tightening roughly around your upper thighs. You moaned against his lips, overwhelmed at how completely full you feel. He seems a little overwhelmed too, stilling once he’s all the way inside you and holding on to your soft upper thighs for dear life.

“Fuck you’re always so tight, baby” He grates out against your cheek, and you feel his cock twitch inside the confines of your pussy.

Your hands come up to cup his face and you kiss him again, lips moving against his as your walls flutter around his cock, pussy dancing with the shadow of your orgasm. He hasn’t even moved yet and you’re already feeling your orgasm coming to you like a wave. Every place he’s touching you buzzes with electricity, your lips, the skin of your thighs, your pussy. You feel delirious from the way he’s making your body sing.

Jungkook kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he starts to rock his hips back and forth. He's so thick you can feel every inch of him moving in and out of your entrance.  

The sensation of his cock dragging up and down your oversensitive walls makes your eyes roll back into your head and you moan into his mouth wantonly, sure you’re going to cum again already.

JK growls, pulling back to look in your eyes as he slides out and plunges back inside you. Your eyes flutter closed, and you wrap your legs around his waist. When your eyelids peel open again, he’s watching you intently as he eases his hips back with agonizing slowness.

You miss the fullness of his cock inside you, and unable to wait for him to fill you again, you rock forward, smashing your hips back together. You moan into each other’s mouths as his cock is buried even deeper inside your cunt.

“Jesus Christ, baby” He pants, rocking his hips backwards before sinking into you again, falling into a rhythm that satisfies your infinite need for him. Every time he thrusts inside you, you rock your hips forward to meet him, sucking him deeper and sending hot sparks shooting across your pelvis.

You fall back on your palms just as he fucks up into you and his cock touches something inside that makes your thighs tremble.

“Oh my God, I-I’m gonna cum” You gasp, falling back on your elbows as your spine convulses.

“Wanna feel your tight little cunt cum around my dick,” Jungkook groans, mouthing at the hollow of your throat as he pounds between your legs.

"You're gonna,” you promise as you feel a tightness start to coil inside you, "Jesus Christ, Jungkook, you're gonna."

Your pussy flutters around his cock wildly, spiralling towards your release. He shoves your top up, yanking your bra down and takes your peaked nipple in his mouth.

You moan, arching your back and rocking up into him. JK sucks your nipple deeper into his hot mouth as he thrusts inside you and feels it tighten against his tongue as your walls suddenly clamp down around his dick.

You fall back against the counter as your orgasm rips through you, each of your muscles shaking uncontrollably before turning to liquid.

Above you Jungkook moans against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His hips stutter between your legs as your pulsing walls milk his dick.

"Oh fuck, fuuuuuck,” He cries as he starts to cum, flooding your insides with heat.

He comes hard, a tremble running through his entire body as he empties his release inside you. His hips stutter to a stop and he collapses on top of you with a grunt.

You stay like that for a moment, crumpled against the kitchen counter, held together by sweat and tangled limbs

‘You’re so beautiful’ he breathlessly says while leaning his sweaty forehead on yours.

‘Not as much as you are’ you respond still panting and placing a few pecks on his lips.

With a shaky breath, Jungkook straightens up, pulling you up with him into a sitting position. You stare at the red love bite on his neck through hazy eyes, moaning softly as he drags his cock out of you.

'Too fucking long if you ask me' said JK without taking his eyes off you and making you come back to Earth. You really need to stop thinking about your dirty memories with him, but you can’t control it. He’s so addictive and you really can’t take your hands off each other, these past weeks you’ve literally had sex from Monday to Sunday – not that you’re complaining, oh no, not at all – but you fear you’ll be turning a nymphomaniac if you keep up with this rhythm.

You probably looked like two idiots right now smiling to each other without registering anyone else in the room.

For you it is so easy to get lost in those beautiful eyes. Jungkook is so fucking attractive in any possible way. There's something in the way he moves, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you as if you were the most fragile thing on Earth. He's alluring and you're hypnotized over him. When you’re with him, you're just like a moth to a flame.

‘Jeez, get a room you two,’ you heard Taehyung complaining by the PDA that you two were offering to your friends.

‘Oh! That’s actually a pretty good idea’ responds Jungkook quickly. He then looks towards Jackson and says ‘Hyung, what room can we use?’

‘Jungkook!!’ you say outraged giving him a little smack on his arm making your friends start laughing at you two.

‘I’m just kidding!’ says JK towards his friends but then he leans in towards you and whispers ‘Not really tho, one word and I swear I’ll take you to the nearest room and make you scream my name until you’re out of voice, baby’

You gasp and not even a word is coming out of your mouth, he’s so shameless sometimes and he always catches you off guard.

He smiles at you, but suddenly you notice his lusty eyes softening while he starts caressing your face and you hum to the warm feeling of his hand on your skin. You somehow see through his eyes that he wants to tell you something but he’s restraining so you softly say ‘What?’ while giving him a little smile.

‘I-it’s just… that I’ll never get tired of seeing how cute you look when you’re flustered, noona’

You were so excited over this weekend. Your first trip with Jungkook as a couple. Even though you were together 24/7, it felt different being away from the busy Seoul and you both needed some time off.

The trip to Jeju on plane was really short. A little bit over an hour and you were already landing on this beautiful island.

As soon as you got to the resort where you’ll be staying for the weekend, you accommodated your belongings on your room – which was insanely beautiful with a balcony right in front of the sea – and you took a cute picture of you and JK with the sea view from the balcony to send it over to your best friend, since after all this was all a gift from him.

Chris bestie: Enjoy it, love birds! You look happy!

We are, thank u bestie, this is beyond beautiful. We’ll surely enjoy it

Chris bestie: Just try not to break the bed, they have my credit card information 😅

I’m not gonna promise anything, but we’ll try. Love u 😘

Chris bestie: 😒

Chris bestie: Love u too babe!

Jungkook’s bunny smile appears when you show him the messages you’ve exchanged with Chris and in a matter of seconds, he’s caging you against the bed mattress ‘I think before heading to the beach we should try if the mattress is comfortable enough’ he says with his lusty gaze on you while tracing his fingers along your thighs. You’re perplexed, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him changing his demeanor in seconds, you’re always surprised of this man’s duality.

And of course, you couldn’t resist. So, you easily compelled to his wishes as always and quickly dishonored your hotel room for quite a long time before changing to your bathing clothes and going to the beach.

“You know, I haven’t seen the sea in almost three years” you explained with a pout that Jungkook simply had had to kiss away. ‘This is so gorgeous’ you say while admiring the sea standing next to the shore.

Two of those three years where fully dedicated to being with your dad as much time as it was possible. That meant no vacations for you or even if you took days off from your work you spent that time right beside your dad. That was the least you could do for him since you weren’t able to take away that awful and unfair illness that was taking his light in a slowly and torturous way.

Jungkook hadn’t seen the sea in some time either, although not as much as you, and it really was gorgeous. Yet, his eyes were easily moved away by the woman standing beside him, you.

‘What are you doing?’ he asks with a frown on his face when he sees you tugging the end of your dress up.

‘Uh, taking my dress off so I can get a little bit of vitamin D in my system’

‘Yeah, no. You’re almost naked, I don’t want anyone to be thirsting over my girlfriend’

You look around and you see you’re basically alone in this beach. Chris had told you that it was one of the most private beaches of Jeju and that’s why he also chose the hotel resort that’s just in front of it.

You snort and roll your eyes at your boyfriend ‘Are you kidding me? We are at a freaking beach and it’s just a bikini Jungkook, I’m not naked. Plus, we are all alone’

He looks around confirming that there’s no one near you.

‘Okay, but just for a bit baby, the sun is hitting quite strong, you’ll might get burn’

‘Yeah, you’re right, it’ll be just 10 minutes’ you say handing him the sunscreen ‘Could you apply sunscreen on my back, cutie?’

He gives you a little smirk and softly turns you around while whispering on your ear ‘Sure, baby’

He takes his time applying the sunscreen on your body, too much time – you think – so you slightly turn your head around and you see he’s staring at your ass while biting his lip piercing and caressing your skin on your shoulders. He obviously already finished applying the sunscreen but he’s salivating at your body, as if he hasn’t been inside you, just half an hour ago.

‘Stop ogling me, we’ve just had sex you beast’

‘I’m down for another round if you want to’

‘You’re unbelievable’ you say giggling at Jungkook’s bunny smile then wrapping your arms around his neck you whisper ‘But I like that idea, maybe when we go back to our room we can have a nice shower time together, baby’

He grabs your ass squeezing it tightly and nudges his nose with yours while saying softly ‘You drive me crazy’

‘Fuck. Stop it Jungkook, you’re such a menace I swear to God’

He laughs and then he pecks you on the lips ‘I’ll take you on a dinner date tonight, there’s a nice restaurant that I found on the internet that supposedly serves amazing pasta, you’ll love it’

‘Yaaaay!’ you say applauding like a little kid. You’re so adorable, he thinks.

‘Now come on, let’s go into the water baby’

He takes off his shirt and now you’re the one salivating. He catches you right on action and while he grabs your hand heading to the sea says, ‘Now who’s the one drooling?’

You’re at the restaurant that JK had chosen. It’s beautiful, all wood interior with stone walls that gives such a warm rustic atmosphere, and the highlight is that it’s placed on a second floor right in front of the sea with the most amazing view of the island and not too far from the resort where you’re staying at.

‘This are, so far, the best short vacation I’ve ever had’ you say while Jungkook smiles brightly at you.

‘Let’s do something like this more often, noona’

Your smile widens. ‘Coming back here?’

When Jungkook shakes his head, though, your smile drops and a small pout appears, making Jungkook laugh at your childish – but always adorable - behavior. ‘Let’s go somewhere else’ he says.

‘I thought you weren’t much of a fan of traveling’

Jungkook’s right hand reaches out to touch your left one, holding it gently on the table while a small smile reappears on his handsome face, making you turn red in an instant. ‘I’m not but I really want to wander with you and make memories, not just here, but somewhere else so we’ll have plenty stories to tell our kids someday’

You swear your heart skips some beats when Jungkook says the words ‘our kids’, and your cheeks once again turn red in a second while your mind wanders to the future where you could picture you two together with little toddlers running around you.

But then again, you aren’t really sure if JK really means what he just said because it’s the first time he says something about having kids, you haven’t discussed a lot about your future yet. It’s not like you don’t want to talk about it or never think about it, but it’s because you don’t want to force off to take your relationship further. You just don’t want to rush things with him, it’s okay to take your time and let things flow naturally.

With those thoughts running through your mind, you couldn’t even produce a word to utter so you just opt to grip Jungkook’s hand tighter, signaling him that you like the idea of you traveling together.

Five minutes later, when you’re both giggling at the silly, weird jokes Jungkook throws at you – which you’re pretty sure he learnt from Jin-, the waiter comes with your meals.

It’s definitely a good evening where you could witness with your own eyes how the sun is starting to go to sleep, yawning away and hiding herself from you slowly yet carefully. The golden light is starting to illuminate the beach below you, and all you could see is the monochromatic colors, something so amazingly beautiful. The sky above you turn into three different colors—rich hued of pink, purple, and yellow.

You eat in silence, but sometimes you utter some words that describe how tasteful your pasta is, and you make a mental note to plan to take Jungkook to some nice restaurant of your choice in your next getaway just like what he did tonight. In ten minutes, you’ve emptied your plates and wiped clean your mouths, smiling from ear to ear. This night felt so special, and you knew it was going to be even more special when JK suggested to have walk by the beach back to the resort under the stars.

The sound of the waves echoed quietly in the darkness of the evening. Fine grains of sand mixed with the waves at your feet and flowed as if you were melting to the seawater. The moonlight was dazzling tonight, and the breeze was mild and warm. The moderate temperature of the tropical summer night air felt good against your both short-sleeved skin.

“Wow, this is amazing” you exclaimed in amazement, stepping closer to the cove as the calm sea surface in front of you reflected the glow of the moon rising into the deep indigo night sky. A wide streak of light stretched from the edge of the waves to the ocean beyond. ‘It really is, just like you baby’ says Jungkook earning a giggle from you.

You are still struck admiring how gorgeous the landscape is when you take a seat over the sand and say ‘Lie down here, Kook. Your neck will hurt if you keep staring at the sky like that’

He quickly follows you sitting right beside you.

‘Look!’

Jungkook turns around to see you pointing at the sky with a mesmerizing stare. Above, the sky is like a black colored blanket—a swirl galaxy of brilliant sparkling stars. Jungkook unconsciously smiles upon seeing that.

You lie next to each other, almost no space between you two and when JK opens his arm to hug your figure, you easily rest your head in his strong arm where you feel safe.

‘When I go sky gazing like this, it seems like the time slows down and everything is in slow-paced’ you say, eyes still staring at the sky above. ‘It's calming’

‘It's good to have an escape from the busy world’ Jungkook says in a whisper.

You nod at that, and when you see the sparkling stars in the east, you continue your rambling. ‘I wonder if many people notice how pretty the night sky is today. It's dark up there but something about it feels calming and terrific at once. I don't know how to put it into words, though, but it feels like when you look at those stars, they look back at you and see right through your eyes into your soul’

Sometimes Jungkook is amazed at how you are so good with expressing what you’re thinking, and how beautiful your words are even though sometimes they come in jumbled sentences.

‘I think the night sky is so much like you, though’ you continue to speak, and even when he tilts your head to look at you, you don't move your gaze from the sky above you. ‘It's awesome and brave but it also looks soft and serene. Its tranquility brings so much joy to many, and its splendor makes you braver and bolder to live. Just like what you always do...’

You then shift your gaze to Jungkook who now looks at you like he's touched by your words. His eyes become softer as if he's telling you how he loves hearing those words coming from your own lips.

‘...to me’

You seal your words with a soft kiss, something innocent-like and you could feel that Jungkook is smiling in your kiss.

You continue to sky gazing, not minding what time it is now because you feel like you have forever to stay there. Suddenly, you have this sort of feeling that you’ve already had in the past a few times and say ‘I feel like my dad is watching over us’

Jungkook turns to you with a little smile and squeezes tightly your hand. ‘I’m sure your dad is watching over you, baby’

‘You know, I talk to him from time to time’ you confess while you study JK’s face, he just looks at you with the same sweet doe eyes as always, but you feel the need to clarify ‘I’m not crazy I promise but I do feel his presence a lot and it makes me feel better every time I talk to him’

‘I don’t think you’re crazy at all’ he says while grabbing your chin and giving you a little peck on your lips ‘You should talk to him now then, if you feel comfortable talking to him in front of me’

You smile at his sweetness and say ‘Of course I feel comfortable, Kook’

He smiles back at you and softly says ‘Go on then, baby’ while turning his head again to the stars in the sky.

‘Hi dad’ you take a second and go on ‘I haven’t talked to you in a while. I miss you so much’

Jungkook’s heart ached for you. The tone in your voice just showed how much you meant every one of your words. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand while you continued to talk to your father.

‘I have a lot to tell you. Remember that sweet doe eyes guy called Jungkook that I talked to you about last time?’

Jungkook eyes started to feel watery coming to notice that you’ve talked about him to your dad. His heart now starts to feel warmer while he keeps silent hearing attentively your sweet voice, you’re just a dream to him.

‘Well, he’s my boyfriend now. I’m sure you would have loved him if you had the chance to meet him. He’s amazing, he takes such a good care of me, and he makes me so happy that I feel like my heart is about to explode. And…’ you pause for a second thinking about what you’re about to say, it’s huge for you but it feels right, it feels natural, and you can’t keep it to yourself anymore, so you brave yourself and continue confessing ‘I’ve come to realize that… I love him’

You turn your head towards JK, his eyes were already full of tears. He couldn’t believe that you were saying that you love him for the first time. He had been feeling the same way for a long time, but every time he was about to tell you those three words, he would chicken out afraid that you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate his feelings and now here you are, telling him in the most beautiful way that you love him.

‘I love you Jungkook, I really do’ you say while some tears start falling from your eyes too. ‘I don’t know what I did in my previous life to deserve someone like you by my side. I’m just so fucking happy when I’m with you and I want you to know that I love you with every fiber of my being’

Jungkook felt like his heart was exploding in happiness. He cupped your face while you both had tears coming down your face and made you look him straight to his beautiful eyes. ‘I love you too, Y/N. So-fucking-much’

‘You’re a dream come true and falling in love with you has made me the happiest guy in the world. I love you; I love that you have such a kind heart, I love every part of you, and I swear I’ll do everything that I possibly can to make you happy always’

At this point you were both a mess, tears were falling non-stop from your eyes. You crush your lips together in a passionate kiss for a solid minute and suddenly JK stops it making you furrow your eyebrows when he looks up to the stars while saying ‘Sorry Sir for cursing out earlier. I just love your daughter a lot and I’ll take good care of her, I promise’

You snicker and he replicates you then going for another sweet kiss.

After a few more minutes, you start to feel the air a little bit chilly and JK noticing the goosebumps on your skin, suggested that it was time to go back to your hotel room which you complied, and you both happily returned together hand in hand.

As soon as you entered your room you couldn’t stop touching each other, kissing as if your life depended on it and Jungkook made sure to take you directly next to the bed.

He is so romantic, such a dream come true. All in all, in every aspect. While dominant, he will always make sure your pleasure comes first. He will tease you until you writhe and moan for more. He will not focus on himself until you are begging, your mind breaking, your mouth open for what feels like an eternity, calling his name with sweet coos. He will always give you what you want; what you need so desperately, without question. While your walls clench around him, begging for his own release, only then will he give in.

That is what being with Jeon Jungkook is like. Much like an oncoming storm, where you feel calm and collected until you see the clouds threaten you with rain. You know what is coming, every time, but you are still taken by surprise.

He starts with lavishing you with kisses, starting from your jawline, inching toward your ear to give it a slight nibble. The pressure from his teeth, the sound of his breath enhanced, and the need for him to keep going eggs him on. He continues placing soft kisses down your neck until he gently nips at the flesh, sucking slightly to create patches of purple to mark you.

You are his, after all. While he is eliciting the gentlest of noises from your mouth, you tousle his hair in your hands; an action to tell him to keep going. You can feel as he smiles against your skin at the crook of your neck, where you feel him lick and suck at the flesh.

To his dismay, you are both still clothed. He looks at you for your consent, bright brown eyes lidded with lust, as he begins to unbutton your shirt. You nod, gently squeezing at his scalp. He plants more kisses on the newly exposed skin, as his hand makes quick justice to release your clothed skin to him. You are so beautiful to him, a person to be loved and appreciated. The way you look at him with anticipation of his next step; the way your eyes glimmer with hope when he makes you feel good. He could paint many pictures with the mental images he stored ensuring that you are taken care of.

He finally unbuttons the rest of your shirt, taking it off of you to see the beauty of your curves. He still needs to address your bra, but that can wait for now while he worships the rest of your exposed torso with his marks and kisses. He wants you to know that you deserve proper lovemaking, not just a quick fuck.

Marks peppering your torso to prove that you are his. Knowing that while he has never allowed himself to know this kind of love before – real love he would call it -, that he has accepted his defeat of the heart when it comes to you. He looks at you as he plants one last kiss above the button on your trousers, keeping them on for now as he wants to lavish the still exposed parts of you slowly. He does not want this to end, knowing that each day could be the last. He wants to give you everything and more.

He places you on his lap, still clothed and extremely hard. His bulge strains his pants, urging for release, but not giving in. The focus is entirely on you and your needs. He can wait.

He takes his time, slowly unclasping the white lace bra you have on, and peeling it off of your now glistening skin.

The full moon accentuating your breasts as the light peaks into the room. He takes no time placing the right bud on your breast into his mouth, gently nipping and sucking, while using his fingers to pinch the left bud.

The sweet sounds you make, the mewling, the way you writhe in his lap at his every touch swells him with pride in knowing that only he can make those beautiful noises come out of you.

He looks up at you, wanting to not miss how you slightly open your mouth with hooded eyes staring down at him. He had not noticed when you took your hands off of his head to bring your hands to his knees, which helps support you.

His hands then travelled past your waist, onto your trousers, gently using a finger to trace along where your skin meets the material. He continues sucking and nibbling at your breasts, wanting to make sure that you feel pleasure the entire time he is with you. A finger would eventually find the trousers button, pulling at it swiftly to pop them open.

Strong hands begin to pull down your pants, urging you to change positions, as it is impossible to take them off while sitting in his lap.

You hold onto his neck like clockwork; knowing what his every whim and want is. He lifts you, legs still wrapped around him, until he places you onto the bed like a porcelain doll. Your hair splayed out, a slight blush on your cheeks, your chest falling up and down. You watch as he takes your trousers off, peeling them from your skin, while keeping the white laced panties covering your sex.

He gently traces his finger along your inner thigh, while placing kisses above your panties. He continues kissing along the white fabric, slowly heading toward the covered bundle of nerves.

He mentally notes how soaked you are from just his tender touches, this time not wanting any vulgar comments to change the mood. He gently places both hands to keep your legs spread, as he kneels in front of the clothed flesh.

You would feel as he gently laps at the panties that houses your burning desire. You want more, need more, but he refuses to give in just yet. He traces along your clothed folds with his index finger, watching how your hips buck ever so slightly to his touch. He knows the power he has over you, which makes him chuckle to himself. He wants you to feel every ounce of pleasure, and that means taking it slow.

The gamble of teasing, as he likes to call it, where you will either hate him or love him for it. So far, it looks like you are loving it, which means his gamble paid off. His devotion to make sure you feel every touch, every lick, every pulse - has paid off.

He comes back up to your face, kissing your lips feverishly. Both of you melt into the moment, as your legs wrap around him to keep him close.

Your hands are back in his hair, kneading at the scalp as you hungrily desire more. His tongue begs for entry at your lips, to which you oblige, giving him access to meet your tongue. His finger would start drawing circles around clothed clit, not wanting you to have the full exposure to pleasure just yet. You claw at his back, demanding more stimulation from him, still not backing down from the clashing of tongues.

You feel his finger stop all motion, lifting his hand away from your clothed sex. You feel the pull of your panties, helping to guide them off your ass, while slowly feeling him peel them off your sex and fabric glide down your legs. You are fully exposed to him, legs kept open with his hands on the inside of your thighs.

He breaks away from the kiss, fully knowing that he is finally going to give you what you desire at this moment. He places strings of kisses down your neck, your torso, all the way to that sensitive bundle of nerves that you want him to touch. The kiss sends electricity through your body, as he begins to suck and lap against your clit. He holds your legs in place as he feels you twitch and writhe at his every touch. He nips gently at the bud, urging you to feel more and more sensation.

He leaves one hand on one of your thighs, and you begin to feel his index finger slide up and down your entrance. He enjoys knowing how wet he makes you; gathering your slick so he can make you feel more. You feel him stick his index finger against your entrance, pushing past any clenching of your walls, and proceeds to utilize movements in a come-hither motion against your sweet spot.

You cannot help but moan, the tension from his tongue, the sucking, and the way he presses his finger into you creating more and more build up. You can feel as he smiles against your clit; his sense of pride swelling, knowing he can turn you into a moaning mess with just his mouth and finger. He can feel how your walls tense more and hear your sweet sounds becoming hastier.

‘You're doing so good for me, baby. Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby’ He coos, then continues sucking and lapping at the most sensitive part of you. His encouragement gives you the final push you need for your release.

You begin moaning his name as you thrash under his unrelenting touches. He continues his movements while you tug at his hair, your body on fire for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, he slows his own movements and allows you to recuperate, coming down from the high and letting your breathing settle. He brings his body up and kisses you, giving you a taste of your own nectar. You look up at him, knowing that you want him to feel good, too.

His bulge strains his pants still, ready to break free and feel your warmth. You begin unbuttoning his shirt, while he continues sloppily kissing your mouth. You gently use your index finger to touch every muscle, feeling how they tense from your movements. He takes off his now unbuttoned shirt, the moonlight highlighting every muscle.

He truly is a handsome man, he takes your breath away every single time, it almost feels like your eyes are not able to assimilate how perfectly gorgeous your boyfriend is.

You break away from the kiss and stare up at him. You want him to feel good, and you buck your hips so that his bulge finds friction against your folds. He lets out a strangled moan from the clearly torturous action. You bite your lip, still staring at him with hunger, and unbutton his trousers. He takes the hint, as you watch him stand up to take off his trousers and boxers to reveal his swollen member. He shows you how you have made him feel by gathering the pre-cum from his pink tip and using it to lubricate his painfully slow motions on his cock.

You swiftly move so that your head is in the direction of his cock. You want him to feel good from your own movements, just like he did to you. You look up at him, as he removes his hand, and you begin to take his swollen member all the way into your mouth. You suck, hollowing your cheeks, back and forth. You feel as he places his hand on your head, gently tugging your hair, but giving you full reign. He watches as his cock enters almost fully to your mouth, how your spit lubricates and enhances the feeling. He rolls his head back, moaning out your name, as you softly tease his cock with your tongue. He wants you badly, he wants to lavish you in pleasure, he wants you moaning only his name while he gives you your release.

With a subtle pop, he pushes you back onto the bed. You know from the look in his eyes that he wants to be in charge; not just for his own release, but for you to orgasm again. Jungkook, always such a gentleman, finding a way to make his own pleasure yours. He pushes your legs around his hips, giving him ample access to your slick entrance. He knows there is no need for lubricant, as he pushes his cock up and down your slit.

'God, you're so wet for me, baby' his eyes filled with lust and hunger, 'Only I can make you feel this way. Isn't that right, noona?' He kisses your neck, slightly sucking on the flesh to mark you again.

'Yes, Kook! Only you can make me feel this way' You keep feeling him tease your entrance, keeping you on your toes on if he will enter you or not. You look up at him with pleading eyes, twitching every time his cock finds the entry to your cunt, only to feel it vacate again.

'Beg for me, baby' The smirk on Jungkook's face said it all, knowing that he loves making you so needy for him.

'B-baby, please… You know I need you, that only you can make me feel so good! Please, Kook, please fuck me! Make me feel good!' In one fell swoop, you feel his cock enter you to the hilt, filling you up entirely.

You gasp at the sensation, never wanting it to go away. He pushes his head back slightly at the feeling of your warmth, giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, which gives him the okay to start moving.

His actions are slow but with the intent to build up your desire, wanting you to writhe and scream his name as he gets closer to his release. He continues kissing you, tongues finding one another once again. He uses his index finger and thumb to tweak and tug one of your nipples as he hardens his thrusts to the sounds of your exquisite sounds. You moan fervently against his lips, unable to contain them.

He takes this as an opportunity to place more marks on your neck, the feeling making you even louder than before. He grunts against your ear, sending shockwaves down your entire body. You knew you were not going to last much longer with Jungkook paying so much attention to your needy body.

He stops tweaking your nipple and brings his index finger down to your clit. He knows how good it makes you feel when he is deep inside, thrusting intensely, while your sensitive bud gets some well-deserved attention. He watches your face contort, how your head falls back slightly and the way your eyes roll back as he quickens his thrusts. This is the image he wants kept in his mind forever, the sounds he wants played in his head forever; you are entirely his.

His grunts quicken as he gets closer to his release; he wants you to be first, though. He sucks on your earlobe and begins to tell you how beautiful you are on his cock, how you take him so well, how you sound so gorgeous to him with your needy moans. You were getting closer to your release, knowing you will not last much longer with his thrusts deepening, the circling on your clit, and his words egging you on. You can feel your muscles clench more and more, and your walls begin to tighten more. You were close, and he knew it.

‘Baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock and squeeze me dry. Let me give you all of me’ His voice began to waver, holding back his release. That was all the permission you needed, as you felt your entire body tense, your pleasure rising through your spine all the way to your clenching, wet pussy. His fingers still tracing circles gently against your clit, making you writhe and scream. He quickens the pace, enjoying the feeling of you so desperate around his cock, feeling your walls willing him to cum.

‘Baby, I'm going to c-cum… where do you want me, noona?’

‘Inside, baby, inside. Cum inside me Kook, make me yours!’ You scream out, still highly sensitive from your orgasm, still writhing from Jungkook's actions. The invitation sent him over the edge, as if he has never been allowed to cum in you before. There's something about you ordering him to cum inside you that always turned him on like nothing before, sending a fire through his entire body.

He felt your walls milk every pulse of his swollen member, his cum threatening to overflow. He moaned your name, telling you how much he loved you, telling you how much he needs you.

At the end of his high, he collapsed onto your glowing body. Both of you spent, not wanting to move, while he was still inside.

After a moment to catch your breath, you gently placed a kiss on his forehead. You wanted this moment to last forever, seeing him so peaceful, his brown eyes looking at you with devotion. He kisses your nose and begins the process of worshipping your body with gentle touches and kisses.

He then takes the time to grab a clean rag that was on his bedside table, quickly using it to grab any cum that may seep out of you. He took his time, cleaning your sensitive area, while peppering kisses on your thigh and stomach. You just laid back, relaxed, and occasionally placed the palm of your hand on his cheek with adoration.

‘Would you care for a bath, baby? You deserve it. You won’t need to do a thing; I saw there’s a bag of lavender and chamomile for bathing. Only if you want to, of course’

You looked up at Jungkook and smiled, gently nodding your head. He left the room to get ready the bath, the distinct noise of running water from the tap vibrating through the room. You felt yourself smiling, knowing how devoted and loving he is. You heard the water stop running, some rustling around, and he came into the room. He gently pulled you to him, lifting you up bridal style, as you placed your arms around his neck. You trusted this man with your life, both on and off the field.

You felt the water slowly submerge your body as you were placed into the tub. The smell of chamomile and lavender enhancing the feeling of love and devotion. You looked up at Jungkook, watching as he took soap into the cloth on his hand, lathering it up, and using the utmost care to clean you. You hummed, the feeling of sweat and sex coming off of your body. Once he cleaned your body, you allowed yourself to give him room in the tub.

‘Come join me, cutie. You deserve some aftercare, too’ You smiled, taking the soap filled rag from his hands. He slowly stepped into the tub, allowing himself to sit and submerge himself on the opposite end of you. You took to gently washing his body, your touch making him recognize how truly lucky he is.

Once you were both clean, he hopped out and grabbed a set of matching towels. He placed one along his waist and offered his hand to you so that you could stand. Once standing, he wrapped the towel around your body, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into an embrace.

He kissed every mark he left on your neck gently, holding you tightly, almost as though you were at risk of running if he let you go. He then took the time to dry your body off, urging the towel you had on off. After he carefully dried you off, he did the same to himself quickly. He then placed your hand in his and led you back to the bed, taking the blankets off so you both could enter the sleeping world.

You both got onto your respective sides and faced each other. You caressed his face and he melted into your touch, as he held your wrist with his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, both of you wishing that you could live life in this moment forever.

‘I love you, baby’ He was gentle, voice barely over a whisper. His eyes glimmered, heart full of happiness.

‘I love you, too, bunny’ You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep, knowing that the man in front of you made you feel loved and safe.

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 28

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Ever since I woke up, I've been staring at her as if it were the last time I'll be able to, trying to memorize each one of the corners in her face from up close. It's as if I were aware that all of this could come to an end. 

And it honestly makes sense when I think about what happened last night. One of the rules that kept us tied together and exclusive is out the window, and I'm genuinely hoping she doesn't bring it up anytime soon so I can fool myself into thinking that we could be more than just fuckbuddies, and that all of this wasn't a tricky way to keep her by myself, while settling her away from others. 

I'm better at hiding my inner thoughts than her, because it's obvious she's overthinking something by the way her eyes look out of focus while we have breakfast.

—Okay —I finally sigh—. What's going on?

—What do you mean?

—You're making that face —I point to her furrowed eyebrows.

—What's with this face? It's my face.

—Yes, when you're thinking about something else —I squint my eyes. 

I could keep trying to guess what could be going through her head right now, but I know that it'll be useless. As much as she sometimes seems like an open book, she can be a big mystery. 

—Okay, mentalist —she cuts me off—. I was thinking about when I should be leaving.

—It's not that —I shake my head—. Is it about last night? Did something bother you?

I've been so deep into the thought of having to part ways with her that I didn't even think about that possibility.

What if she's now regretting what happened? She was so sensitive after coming back from home, that maybe she felt like she wanted to do it at that moment, but now that it all has already passed, she's thought things through...

—No, everything about last night was great.

That tiny smile assures me she actually means those words, trying to hide it while bending her head onwards.

—It's about the deal —she finally admits.

—Oh, that.

Oh, shit.

I try to keep my focus on my cereal, making my best, as much as I can, not to panic only at the mention of it. I thought it'd take her longer than this, I thought I'd have some time to process it all, but instead she brought it up as soon as possible. 

—What do you want to discuss?

—The last rule —I keep eating, knowing damn well that if I focus on her, I won't be able to think straight—. You know, the one about us not being able to see more people.

—What about it? —I frown. 

—Well, I know that rule was only because I was a virgin and you wanted to be the first one, but I'm not a virgin anymore.

—I know —I nod—. And just like we agreed, that rule won't exist from now on.

I sigh, while I'm banging my head against a well somewhere in the back of my brain. I know I'm being a douche right now, but if I ever show her how much I actually care about it, or if I show the slightless emotion about this topic, she'll use it against me. And I know that I'll be following whatever she says, because it's what I want as well. 

—So you want us to meet new people?

—No, I want you to meet new people.

I need to take a deep breath, and get myself together, before daring to look at her while discussing this. 

—You need to hang out with other guys, go on dates, get to know someone else...

I fucking meant it. Jungkook, you want her to be happy.

—What if I don't want to?

—Y/n, it's the best for you. You need to get out there, have options to choose from aside from me.

—Options to choose from? —she repeats, unbelieving of what I'm telling her— I already chose.

—You didn't choose. You couldn't ever choose because it was only me all this time —I pinch my nose—. All I'm saying is...

—Bullshit. All you're saying is bullshit —she doesn't let me continue—. So you're invalidating what I might want only because it started with a deal? —she stands up all of a sudden— It's easier if you just tell me you don't feel the same way.

And that's when I almost lose myself to her. Desperate because I don't want her to leave, losing the focus of the whole conversation when I see the pain in her eyes. 

—I like you, I do —I take a deep breath before I'm able to continue—. And I care for you. That's exactly why I need you to do this.

I stand up, trying to reach her arm in a way to calm her down, but she steps back and moves her arm away from my touch, leaving my hand hanging in the air. 

—You didn't choose me, this whole deal forced you to choose me —I try to remain calm—. I chose you out of a lot of options, and you chose me because there was no one else. Do you see the difference?

Would she have chosen me if the perfect guy had had the opportunity to get on with her? If I hadn't kept her from having dates and getting to meet other people in a deeper way?

—Why does it matter? —the cracks in her voice almost make me stumble and stop this whole thing— I'm not telling you to get married tomorrow, I'm just saying... —she gulps hard, looking away for one fast second— You can't just tell me to go out and meet other guys now.

But you should.

—So what? Do I go, date someone at ten and run to you past one? That's what you want me to do?

I'm trying to reach her touch again, but she steps back another time, daggers coming out of her eyes with every step I take in her direction. 

—I'm just doing it for you.

—For me or for you? —she attacks me— This sounds like an easy escape. Having me around, and if things don't work out, it won't be your problem, because I will potentially have somebody else on the side to deal with your mess. Is it?

And I wish I could tell her it's not what she thinks it is. Because, if it were for me, I'd keep her by my side for as long as possible. But this isn't the way I want this. Because the mere thought of her waking up one day, and realizing that she's been wasting time with me, that she could've chosen someone else instead, is killing me. 

I don't want to live something like that again. 

My eyes drop to the ground when I'm aware of the teardrops that are starting to form. And I know that I won't be able to keep up with my act if I see her crying. 

—And when you change your mind, should I just mold to it and be okay with you changing rules just because you're jealous?

I stay in silence, and if I'm honest, I don't really know what I'm waiting for or what I want to do right now. At least I don't until I hear her picking up all of her things, carrying it all to the door. I try to stop her, surrounding her elbow with my fingers, but she only turns to me with angry eyes. 

—Will you also choose whether I should stay or leave? —she gets off my grip.

If I had any say, I definitely wouldn't let her leave.

But I never say that, I just nod. Letting go of her, I slowly step back and allow her to leave. 

✸ ✸ ✸

Maybe it's because I'm fucked up mentally, maybe I'm just a little bit too drunk, maybe I'm hurt by the way I made Y/n feel when she left earlier this morning, but I'm unable to keep my focus on anything Taehyung is saying right now. And he makes sure to call me out for it, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. 

—I know hearing me talk about my dramas with one of my suppliers is boring, compared to the adventures you live on your day to day as a tattoo artist, but it won't kill you to at least pretend that you care.

—Sorry —that's all that I'm able to say—. My mind is somewhere else.

—That's for sure —he supports his body on his elbows—. Did Leslie bother you again? That crazy b... —he sighs— He won't leave you alone. What part of "No" does she not understand, huh? I think it's a quite simple word. No, I don't want you, get off my face and go back to fucking others.

—It's not about her —I cut off his rant before it gets worse.

—It's not? —he looks at me confused.

I shake my head, taking a small sip from my drink while looking away. I genuinely don't want to talk about it, but at the same time I feel like it'd do me good to let all my thoughts go for a few minutes.

—What is it, then? 

—Y/n.

Tae parts his lips and nods, as if he were finally able to understand what I look so fucked up right now.

—I don't really know what to do —I scratch my nape—. I have no fucking idea of what I'm supposed to be doing. I wanted to protect her and look after her, but I do seem like the villain of the story.

—Unless you give me a little context, it'll be difficult for me to help.

I look up at him, and he's right. I'm being way too vague to actually get any kind of help from him. But honestly, it's probably because I'm not sure whether I want to mention the deal or not. it was such a lame move from my side, that I'm embarrassed to admit it out loud.

But it's Tae who I'm talking to. I don't think it'd be too wrong to actually talk about it. I could keep some details to myself, so it'll only be what Y/n would be comfortable sharing -obviously, leaving out everything that has gone down the last few days.

I proceed to tell him about the deal, how it all started, how we both met, and how she's made me insanely crazy for her even if I thought she never would. I tell him how it kept going further even if I tried to avoid it. And while giving every single explanation, I'm unable to tell what 's going through his head while he looks at me that way. Maybe his mind is just blank, or maybe he's just trying to piece together every part of the story, but I still think he's judging me somehow, keeping those hurtful words to himself because he knows I'm already having a hard time by myself. 

—Why the fuck did you tell her to meet other people?

That's the first thing he says after I'm finished, and we stay in silence for a few seconds. He pinches his temples, looking away before he's back on me again.

—You like that girl. You’re crazy for her. Yet you throw her to other guys' arms? —he has the exact same expression Y/n had this morning— It makes no sense. I understand you don't want to commit to anyone after what happened with Leslie, but that excuse is fucking lame. And I don't blame her for not buying it —he stops, just to scoff before he's back at it again—. You're an adult, Jungkook. You should have...

—I didn't want to live the same thing that happened with Areum —I finally admit.

The mention of her name suddenly makes Taehyung stop talking. The look he throws at me completely changes, from judging me to feeling compassionate about it, as if that trip back in the past made it make sense. 

—Y/n is genuinely a good person, she deserves to choose, she deserves to be happy with the person she wants to, even if that person isn't me —I go on—. I just don't want her to wake up one day and realize I kept her from doing what she wanted to, I don't want her to feel like I've been a burden to her.

She's had enough in her life, and I don't want to be an added problem to her that could keep her from living her life.

—What happened with Areum... —Tae starts.

—It was my fault —I admit.

[afreakingdork]

...

how do i even start.

Miss Dork, do you realize you make me miserable? how am i supposed to wake up everyday and deal with the fact that i'm deeply in love with a man that doesn't exist.

How am i supposed to cope with the fact I will never hold him on my arms or hear his voice say my name? I will never be able to ask him how his day is and ask wtf he meant when he uses his nerd words.

Having said that

EPIGUOHJG0IPDS´JD´SOMIG{ÑSJOKGBJNDFBUÑOIHSDJKOVDSI{GNJDS´PJDSPIDSNGÓIDSONGDSJNSD{LFL{FKÑASO{ÑJSAFHDSJLGJDSLF{DSFJDSLFNSDOÍJDS´GJDSOGI´DNHGIÓSF{KMLÑMSF{LKDSFNASPFOJFÓSDHFJ

1-SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON

HE IS SO CUTE, I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET I WANNA SLEEP WHILE HEARING HIS DRONE FANS

HE DESERVES THE WORLD THE INTERACTIONS BEETWEEN THE 3 OF THEM WERE SO AMUSING

2. AH YES, READER GIVING DONNIE A TIME OUT IT'S WHAT I NEEDED TO INCREASE MY LIFE EXPECTANCY

3. THAT FUCKING BITCH HID HIS IMPLANTS!!!!! MAKES SO MUCH MUCH SENSE OMG!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO HUG HIM SO BADLY (had to look up for that on the google, i've been reading the chapter with the browser and traductor open as always lmao)

4. POSSESIVE DONNIE YES I LIVE FOR THIS

5. Reader: "didn't u said u named urself?"

me: HELL YEAH READER ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS I NEED TO KNOW SO BAD

donnie: *ptsd*

me: MISS DORK WHY DO U DO THIS TO ME

(splinter splinter splinter splinter??????????????? i can smell daddy issues, I KNOW THAT SMELL SO WELL)

6. tbh donnie is so lucky to have reader. can a person fall in love with the reader? well, seem like it's possible, look at me. Theyre so sweet.

7. "If all of this hasn't finally cemented your decision otherwise..." YOU WISHED BITCH UR NEVER GETTING RID OF US

8. "it will aide my explanation and give me achance to itemize all the individual apologies necesary" fucking nerd i love u so fucking much for that you have no idea i will kill for you.

9. I love mikey but "orange oaf" sound really fitting. At least coming for someone who doesn't entirely understand the weight of the insult sdgjh´guj.

10.All of the conversation about the bastard's three (i'm starting to have question about this name) is just so sdhgusdghhsfhdfhusg

11.YEAH FREE CONTEXT FOR OUR POOR READER

12. Donnie: "fucking botched bullshit rescue attemnt. He's utter scum. I'll"

Me: u///u

13. "Sort of.. kicked him off the roof?" "Oh and I called him carrot cake and told him to get lost"

"kiss me"

I HAVE- I CANT EXPLAIN-

YEAH I WILL LITERALLY TEAR APART EVERY PERSON YOU DON'T LIKE IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY AND PROUD AND LOVED. I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE "THE GOOD ONES" AND GOD I WILL COMMIT ALL THE WORST ATTROCITIES IF IT MEANS YOU WILL LOOK AT ME THAT WAY AGAIN URGGGHHHHHHHHH

14. NO PLEASE DONNIE DON'T LEAVE ME I LITERALLY NEED YOU FOR MY BRAIN TO GIVE ME THE HAPPY JUICE

15. BIG ASS APOLOGY WALL TEXT I'M GONNA TATTOO IT IN MY OTHER FVCKING TIGHT I SWEAR TO GOD

YEAH BITCH APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING SO I CAN FORGIVE YOU WITHOUT A SECOND TOUGHT AND THEN HOLD YOU IN MY HANDS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD IDC YOU CAN KICK MY MOM AND ILL SAY "AWW NO BIGGIE BBY"

16. OF COURSE HE HAS LOTS PROPERTIES ALL LOOKING THE SAME YEAH READER HE IS INDEED A STUPID RICH IDIOT

IT'S SO SAD BUT SO FUNNY THAT HE CAN'T GET ATTACHED TO ONE PLACE SO HE HAS TO DO THAT HE CAN LEAVE IN MY HOUSE NOBODY WILL EVER FIND HIM IN MY SHIT ASS TOWN (jk i love my town)

17. Donnie being seduced by reader insulting his (not) brothers

18. "I had made it to 30" the exact moment I started to cry.

19. "I will never be more than a deplorable villain." YESYESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING

THE CONVERSATION- ITS HAPPENIGN

DONNIE EVEN IF THAT WERE TRUE I WOULD LOVE U FOR THAT DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT

20. "Your blind eye will get you killed and I will decimate this planet for even considering bringing harm to you" THIS EXACT MOMENT FREAKING DORK, THIS EXACT MOMENT MADE MY BRAIN STOP FUNCTIONING.

LITERALLY, THIS FANFIC IS A COCTEL OF ALL THE STUFF I LOVE AND THIS IS THE FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SINGLE LINE. I WILL SCREENCAP THIS PART OF THE FIC AND IT GOES TO MY WALLPAPER.

21. the final scene is so touching. I really love those two and I know they'll be together again but part of me feels so bad for them for having to be apart for so much time ("at least a few weeks" it's a fvcking lot). I wonder how will reader process al this information when she's away from all of this. I wonder what will happen with dispute of donnie and his (not) brothers.

I WONDER IF THE BASTARD IS SPLINTER OR IT'S THE TURTLES. I GOT THE DOUBT AND LOOKING IT UP IN GOOGLE TRANSLATE ONLY CONFUSED ME MORE.

-

My asks are getting longer and longer BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH I NEEDED TO YELL ABOUT I SWEAR TO GOD

I've decided chapter 19 was my favorite yasterday but now you blessed us with this one. THIS IS MY TOTAL FAVORITE, I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO THINK TWICE, IF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THIS CHAPTER WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE IT MY FAVORITE THAT LINE, YOU KNOW WICH, ABSOLUTELY BOUGHT ME.

i hope you have a good day bye!!!!!!!

You miserable? I'm the same way! It's excruciating to be in love with a purple turtle. He is both everything and some how nothing when he is so real in my dreams 😩😩😩😩

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. is the best white noise machine. There, i said it.

Daddy issues, huh? 👀👀👀

Mr. Alliteration over here has a color insult for each brother. Oaf is a little lighthearted overall, but from Donnie it's straight hate.

Ahhhh!! I'm not commenting on every item, but you highlighting them makes my heart swell!!! I can't thank you enough! This really made me smile!! You have a wonderful day as well!!!

[lavishedinjimin]

pissed off/stressed jk at reader who complains about every little thing, handles her roughly

tags: bratty OC, ball gag

~

This day was not for you. The moment you woke up, everything felt off and your mood fluctuated and waved like a flag.

Jungkook tries his best to make you feel better — he really did. He allowed you to rant to him, gave you space, but the whole day was just you complaining about the most absurd things.

And it didn't help that he was stressed, too. He had a long day at work, multiple practices, and he was tired. He didn't tell you this because he thought it would make the situation worse.

Deep inside, Jungkook was slowly getting tired of your attitude.

"Sit down," Jungkook crosses his arms, maintaining a firm stance.

"No! I still need to cook us dinner since you didn't think about ordering from—"

"Sit the fuck down on the bed or else I'm going to do things that you'll regret, Y/n."

"Oh yeah?" You reply without hesitancy, "What are you going to do, huh?

Jungkook's blood boils. He had enough.

With long, quick strides of his feet, Jungkook wraps his muscular arms around your figure. You try to pull away from him, but it was no use for you were much, much weaker.

He presses his body against yours so that he can put his mouth up against your ear. He bites on the shell of your ear, making you wince. His tattoo-covered hand wraps around your neck. He whispers, "You're not the only one in this house that had a bad day, alright?"

There was no time for you to respond because he then throws you on the bed. With wide, surprised eyes, you watch as Jungkook gets the red ball gag from the drawer.

As he straddles your body, with you having no way to escape, he clasps the belt on the back of your head with your mouth on the ball.

"Silence — fucking finally."

Everything went by so fast as if you were swept by the wind. You can see the frustration, the anger, and the annoyance in Jungkook's eyes as he looks down at you like you were his prey. He holds you by your jaw, forcing you to stare up at him.

"I really didn't want to do this, Y/n. But you've left me no choice." You start to kick your legs, attempting another way to remove him from you, but this just enraged him further. He knows you're just trying to fuel his anger. He knows what you're doing to him – and it's not a fun game to play when he's sick of your bratty behavior.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out until you calm the fuck down," Jungkook grunts as he swiftly removes your pants. He didn't think twice before slapping your clothed pussy with such force that made your whole body twitch in pain and pleasure. "Do you want that? My cock deep inside you? Filling you up?"

"Mmhmm," you reply, muffled by the gag.

"But it's too bad that I won't allow you to cum, right?"

He sees your eyes drooping down from his sentence. That's exactly the reaction he wanted from you. Truthfully, Jungkook's roughness came from a mixture of him being stressed from work and your bratty attitude combined. To say that it was all your fault isn't true at all. But he hopes that after this, you'll learn your place.

Jungkook scoffs, "Yeah, that's what girls like you get."

[jmdbjk]

But my chest is what comes next.

So, Chapter 2 consists of: chests, lots of chests. Bare arms, sleeveless shirts. No more stickers or CG to protect artists’ modesty.  JK’s tattoos full out and proud (God, please hear my prayer: I hope the sleeves fall off of every one of Jungkook’s shirts). Normalizing naked Bangtan. I’m here for that. 

But seriously...that’s not what this post is about.

I am late to the party but you have to admit, it’s been quite the whirlwind following June 13th’s Festa Dinner revelations. And I am sorry to be visiting a topic that’s maybe been talked to death. Sometimes my brain doesn’t let go of things in a timely manner. Sorry! 

I think the release of the crushingly expensive collector’s edition of PROOF triggers me to relive that feeling I had immediately following the dinner.

After processing a few months now I have something to say about the song Yet To Come. 

Still got a lot to learn My life, got a lot to fulfill If you're askin' me why My heart's tellin' you We ain't about it The world's expectations We ain't about it That step of being the best We ain't about it Crowns and flowers, countless trophies We ain't about it Dream and hope, and goin' forward We so about it It's back to square one after making one long turn, back to one

It took me a while to put the song in rotation on my playlists. I could not watch the song’s video very much after the premier. It took me a while to watch the music show performances they did immediately following Festa. I was that heartbroken... I could not make myself watch those music show performances for at least two or three weeks. They still make my heart drop because the expressions on their faces, knowing those were their last moments performing in front of Army for a long time [feels my heart stutter again]. I cannot fathom what the members felt knowing they were stepping away from performing in front of us. 

Now I am ready to talk about this lyric: “back to square one”

I posted a few days ago about hoping BLACKPINK did well with their new comeback and I 100% meant it. I am not a fan of theirs and literally know nothing about their music and from what little I’ve heard and seen, it is not something I really connect with. I’ve seen the fan war crap on Twitter. It is what it is...it’s Twitter after all...and the farce of the VMAs last night was embarrassing. 

But from what I understand, BlackPink was away for a long time and now they are putting out new music, so good for them and their fans. Their fans seem just as rancorous as Army when it comes to our loyalty. Their song skyrocketed on YouTube and was at the top of the iTunes chart until 2-year old Dynamite dethroned it.

My point is, Blackpink’s fans were waiting a long time for this come back. 

Just like we are waiting for the day BTS will come back with new group music.

Another Korean artist whose fan base stuck around: PSY.

We really need to thank PSY because in my mind, as far as the western music market goes, HE is the one who paved the way. HE was the first Korean artist I heard played on mainstream radio with Gangnam Style. He brought Kpop to the world. That’s my opinion because that was MY first exposure to Kpop before I even know what Kpop was.

And then PSY was away for a while being a music industry exec and then he came back with That That with SUGA and that song is a smash and he seems to be very beloved in Korea and even across the world because that song did well and is still doing well.

My point in all this is, it made me start thinking about BTS and the lyrics of Yet To Come. I interpret the song as “we’ll be back at some point in the future, the past was really great but when we come back we know we will be more ourselves and starting from scratch.” 

Now I get it. 

Yes, as far as we know at the time of this post, the military obligation will be something they will complete in whatever way it ends up being whether one at a time or in groups or whatever, and supposedly beginning at the end of this year with Jin. They may be gone away for quite a while. We don’t know.

They are saying in those lyrics that they will have to start from scratch with their more grown selves, their more mature outlooks on life, their statements about whatever it is they want to tackle in their song lyrics. And the ever-present spectre of wondering if their fans will still be around. Back to square one. 

I don’t think they understand that Army are still going to be here just like Blackpink’s and Psy’s fans were for them. There won’t be that much they’ll have build back up in that regard.

Armys, be prepared, we must be strong for however long it takes them to get back and embrace and support everything each individual member gives us/has given us in the meantime as solo work. 

So was it honestly the best? (The best) 'Cause I just wanna see the next ('Cause I just wanna see the next, yeah) Dazzlingly passing Through the memories (Through) so beautifully (Beautifully) Yeah, the past was honestly the best (The best) But my best is what comes next (But my best is what comes next, yeah) We'll be singin' till the morn Heading towards (Towards) the day more like ourselves (Like) You and I, best moment is yet to come

Heading toward the day more like ourselves. I can’t wait. 

A bittersweet feeling lingered because I was expecting a tour or at least a few more concerts this year, but I am also so grateful for all the music, appearances and content we’ve received since. 

Now that we know there will be a super-mega concert in October, the bittersweetness has mostly faded away. Run BTS Special Telepathy episodes also helped sweep that lingering feeling away as well.

If they are so inclined, maybe they will give us more information about what’s in store for their future. We may have another solo album dropped by October or at least know which one is coming next. 

It’s just that the PROOF collector’s edition feels like the heavy vault door from the PROOF concept photos...the vault door closing with a deep and dense resonance. Makes my heart tremble a little however, knowing they had the freedom to take this direction means the world to me. 

[tiredbutstillloveable]

Jungkook's Ideal Type Observations

Hello my loves, how are you doing today? So, I'm here to talk about Jaaaaykaaaay lol Especially today being his birthday, but not just that...I've been suffering over him since Muster of this year ;-; So, I decided to celebrate this moment talking about/exposing (a little bit more) his type lol I hope you guys like, it's very direct and blunt, and spicier ok? And, as always don't take things too seriously, this is for fun <3

Someone with brains, but humble plus glasses? He is on board.

I feel he could be into an edgy look and glasses. Kind of rock and roll meets nerd ahaha

This is a mixture of his Libra Venus, because since Libra is an air sign conversation, rationally, all this mental stimulation is important in a relationship for him; Plus, he owns a Gemini Eros, so again talking and showing that you know about stuff is a big turn on.

So, I feel someone with a nice and edgy plus nerdy look it's his kryptonite.

Well, in my opinion having these placements, but specifically Gemini Eros plus Libra Venus and Leo Moon makes him want:

Glasses. An air of sophistication.

Smart and intelligent.

A “book eater". Just someone who loves reading.

Knowledge. Passion when talking about the things she studied/read/saw.

An academic person.

Older girl who can impress him with how much she knows.

Could be a scientific knowledge, like the field she is in.

But because Jk is an awkward dude, it's important that he feels impressed by you and not intimidated, otherwise he will not engage.

His Leo Moon is all about inspiring and bright people, with a sense of humor.

He wants someone who can enjoy the little things with him. Doing the silly things once in awhile. I feel this can make him feel more chill around the person he likes, after all we know how hard he is own himself, and with Libra Ascendant + Virgo Sun, he tries to please and to reach the expectations people have of him so badly.

He needs a person who can be there for him, AND to help him when he's having his moments of self doubt, and thinking he's not doing enough. Someone who can encourage and support him it's important here.

If we are checking the sex part: I'm thinking that he could go crazy with thigh riding.

and yes, he would love to be exposed to some oral sex, since he's a Scorpio mars in the first house.

He could be into submission. I think he likes being with someone who knows what is doing. But, it's tough to say, because Scorpio Mars in the 1fs can be really into be "the boss" in bed lol and I'm feeling a good and old SM playing too(RM once said he is into exhausted his senses, right? He is into pain, especially physical pain (apparently) definitely he can take a lot (I'm mean...all that tattoos).

And I think esthetics matters here, so a nice environment it's always a good thing. I feel this is a Libra Venus thing AND he's a Virgo guy too so not just this, but also a clean and organized place

Sexy, sensual and delicate lingerie.

A good smell it's also very important (We know how sensitive he's about this,right?)

I think he likes pleasing views, like an aesthetic yk?

And because he likes adventure, why not doing it in a very high place with the most spectacular view? I mean, here he does have a nice place plus the thrill and the adrenaline he loves so much lol

And I do think challenges are very exciting for him, could be use as a foreplay, for instance.

And this is it for now, I hope you enjoyed this post! Let me know what you think in my ask box! <3

[kanmom51]

BTS LV 2022 masterlist

Leaving for LV

RM looking out for JM at the airport

JK quarantined in LV with covid

Hobi got the all clear and JK is doing ok

Kookie’s bored

April fool’s 2022 from LV - enjoy while it lasts

Did JK say “try and take me”?

JK being as bold as shit on his IG story 

JK being bold - not for the first time, LV IG story 2022

JK has grown and matured so much

JK is out of quarantine

Grammy’s 2022

Red carpet - love this

Tae looking after Jin

JK looking fine

Jaman

BTS Grammy’s 2019, 2020, 2022

JM finding his way to JK

Cuteness

How this looks so familiar

OMG OMG OMG OMG

Did someone say smooth like butter?

Someone needs to tell them JM is taken

Yus

Here we go...they are adorable

Love them

BTS on Twitter

What you looking at JM?

More footage from the Grammy’s

Vlive post Grammy’s 2022

Oh Jin baby

JK dropping honorifics with JM, yet again

They were in each other’s ears

Do we have to address this one more time?

And if we already on it...

JK just hanging there

JK practiced alone in his room during quarantine, and JM is the one to tell us

Jikook and the Itaewon class reference

JM on Weverse

BEHIND THE STAGE: PTD exhibition photos

BEHIND THE STAGE: PTD exhibition clip

Jungkook Vlive 5 April 2022

JK be: I told you you’d be jealous...

JK is talking

JK prey tell us who has complained about your moving and snoring in your sleep

JK being loud - where is it coming from?

Problematic Vlive subtitles

PTD LV concert day 1

Soundcheck Jikook

Soundcheck Hopekook

Backstage with Steve Aoki

Concert delay - boys come out to cheer Army

Jikook and their DNA thing

JK’s DNA thing 

JK can’t help himself

JK’s black swan new jacket

What you doing JM?

Same but better quality

I told you so - bare back JK effect on JM, lol

What you doing Jikook

Another angle

So cute

Another angle

Jikook being Jikook

It started out like this

Has someone been naughty?

Butt slap another angle

Butt slap angle 3

Butt slap back angle

JM payback for LA?

Jikook Jikooking

Having fun another angle

You go JK

JM and NJ imitating JK’s ab reveal

Another cute moment

Cute moment another angle

Jikook during PTD (song, lol)

Jinkook so precious

Jikook waving goodbye 

Jikook waving goodbye clip 2

So JK’s butt slap was payback?  Lol

My favourite moment from day 1

So, it wasn’t a hi five after all

Jikook eye contact 

JM payback for LA?

What I think is a cute Namkook moment

PTD LV concert day 2

Soundcheck

Soundcheck - Hopekook

Always by each other’s side

Jikook and their DNA shtick

JK butt grab and slap - really JK?

Another angle

And another angle

Now that’s a butt grab

Explanation for the butt grab?

Watch your knuckles JM

It’s always when the lights go off

Anpanman

Go go Jikook

Jikook and one brain 

What is going on there?

Happy happy Jikook

The hug different angle

Pranking Tae during PTD

And now just for the fun of it

What are you doing there exactly?

JM trying to make JK blink?

They are just precious

JK just sat on Tae

JK watching JM on screen 

What are you doing there JM?

Now that’s just too much

Jikook’s happy goodbyes

Another angle JK carrying JM

More of JK carrying JM

And yet again, more of JK carrying JM

Little recap of day 2

JKK’s enjoying PTD LV day 2 

Was that a Fuck you kiss to the haters JM?

JK thought it day 1 and executed it on day 2

No confusion, they left together

JM getting into car with JK clear as day

What is happening there JK?

A Jikook Mic drop

So what did we have so far after day 1 & 2

Jikook being louder than ever

PTD LV concert day 3

Soundcheck and JK’s new tattoo

DNA Jikookery

Love them

And we have a handshake too

Just having fun

Yes, JK did just say “love you” to JM

Was that necessary JK?

JM: “gotcha”

Having fun on stage

Reversing roles

So what

Jikook Home

Those two...

What was that for JM?

Jikook leaving the stadium together

VminHopekook Vlive after concert day 3

JK joining the live

JK joining the live - a better translation

Looking comfy

JM, what ya doing?

Of course JM knew about JK’s live

Vminhope telling how V, Hobi, JM & JK spend spare time together

Finally JK will have someone to box with

JK knowing JM’s maternal grandmother’s birthday

Spot the couple

JK moving Hobi to take his place by JM - yet again

Vmin so cute

Spot the difference

Waiting for the JM Traitor edit

I guess I’m in love - Clinton Kane Jikook edit

We moved on too fast from this Vlive

PTD LV concert day 4

Soundcheck

Jikook and DNA

There has to be a handshake

Something about JK’s bare back

Life goes on

More selfies

Selfie moments again

Oh JK, we know you love JM

And another angle - NJ’s reaction priceless

And again, because why not?

This moment just here

I’m going to post this again, just because

JK did an oopsy during Butter, lol

They are so cute

Jikook and Home

Anpanman

Jikook talking in the back

Love them

Goofballs

It’s always those three

The hugzies

Gotta love that boy

Jikook saying their goodbyes

Is this post about JK’s finger heart moment?

It’s just a NJ thing

PTD LV Jikook goodbyes

No comparison between JKK and any other coupling

[1kook]

some way, some how

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you. Warnings: emotional constipation, toxic ex, internalized misogyny, jk has bad experiences w/his ex’s dad, one scene where jk throws up, brief episode of panic, mentions of terminal cancer (minor); smut; fingering, praise kink, face fucking, spitting kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex on top of a car im sorry Misc: autoshop owner!jk, businesswoman!oc, slice of life, childhood crushes, friends to lovers, ex gfs, pining, country bumpkin pjm w/crush on oblivious oc, ex-bf kth but it’s not real lol Wc: 19.4k (wow!!!)

the spirit of auto shop jk possessed me n next thing i knew i was 11k into a drabble. if ur curious: the 1975 corvette, car at the end, the tweed suitskirt (not actually chanel ☹️sowwyyy) also: this is the longest fic I've written!!!!! clap for me!!!!! i proofread the first few paragraphs n was like thats enough professionalism for the day

inspired by ain’t no mountain high enough one of my fave songs ever🥺 the title is a lyric from the song bc i love it so much enjoy !!

The garage is mostly dark when you enter, the faint hum of a radio quietly filtering through the stagnant room, its source coming from the back wall, where the only light is. It’s a rolling lamp, shining down an ugly yellow glow onto the figure of one man.

Jungkook’s sitting in that same rolling stool he always is, the metal one that’s rusted beyond repair, the cushion so uncomfortably flat. He’s caught up in whatever paint job he’s been tasked with this time around, a classic muscle car from what looks like the 80’s. He’s humming along to the radio, so caught up in stenciling out his design that he doesn’t notice you creep behind him until you’re very purposefully rattling the tool cart beside him, a teasing “boo!” making him jump.

“Fuck, you scared me,” he gasps, rubs over his chest as if to check if his heart is in fact still there. You grin, brandish your bag of takeout out for him before he can lecture you on the dangers of startling people who work around very complex machinery. Instead, all he says is, “you’re an angel.”

Once you’ve got the food carefully scattered across his work bench, your cherry cola tucked next to a canister of gasoline like that’s the safest practice, Jungkook wastes no time diving into all the details of his project, the 1975 Chevy Corvette behind him. The longer you look at it, the more you feel you’ve seen it somewhere. Probably a car show, you presume.

“Purrs like a kitten,” he sighs dreamily, completely ignoring the way half his toppings slide out from the opposite end of his cheeseburger. You don’t, and you swipe a fallen pickle from his tray before he can catch you.

“A kitten?” You ask, glance over at the car. It’s desperately in need of a paint job, and you only realize this now as you stare at it more in depthly. The niggling feeling that you know this car is still there, but you ignore it in favor of indulging your best friend. “Don’t people usually compare cars to bigger, better cats?”

There’s a taped stencil running alongside the car, a thick stripe followed by a thinner one, and you suppose Jungkook’s trying to spice her up, give her back the same youthfulness she probably had in her prime. What better way to do so than by adding some classic stripes alongside it.

Jungkook hums, gulps down his soda noisily. “Not this one. Never heard an engine as soft as hers.”

You roll your eyes. For a minute, the two of you quietly chew through your burgers, the radio filling in the gaps while you analyze the car. You know this car, but you can’t remember where. Jungkook coughs into his palm, probably from trying to inhale his fries too fast like he does every time you go to the diner you’re eating from today.

The diner.

A mouthful of braces. A pretty waitress. A strict dad.

“Holy shit, this is Sojin’s dad’s car,” you inhale, the memories from high school suddenly hitting you full force. Jungkook chokes, out of surprise this time, and furiously goes to deny your claims. “This is totally his car. The one he tried to run you over with when he caught you trying to put her on the back of your bike.”

“He didn’t try to run me over,” Jungkook whines, and the tips of his ears are red from your revelation.

You glare. “Why are you fixing that asshole’s car for him?” You interrogate, the last quarter of your burger forgotten in favor of squeezing the truth out of him. You’d had enough of that treacherous woman and her equally deranged father causing Jungkook trouble, and to catch him still helping her now, almost ten years later, was enough to make a brain vessel pop.

He shrugs, avoids your eyes as he picks through his fries. The radio is still on, some tune you recognize from those old days at the diner when Jungkook had become so unbelievably smitten with the part timer that served you milkshakes every Wednesday afternoon.

He had been in love with her the moment he saw her, and the look in his eyes was only magnified by those dorky glasses he wore pre-lasik. You'd been his friend long enough, recognized the jump of his scrawny thigh beneath the table. Like a bunny, thumping in excitement at the sight of her.

Sojin was... full of surprises.

She was nothing less than a supermodel, long legs carrying her around the diner as if it was her runway. She was nice too, so you hadn’t originally had an excuse to dislike her. She was nice, and so endeared with your best friend that it was inevitable when they began dating. Her presence consumed the end of your high school careers, overtook the time that should have been yours and Jungkook’s last year before being thrown into adulthood. He decided on studying at a technical school nearby—per your encouragement to save money—while you travelled five hours out for your degree in business. That last year, when you had finally come to terms with your feelings, had been so painfully ripped away by Sojin and her never-ending list of teenage drama, and by Sojin’s dad and his overbearing need to police her and Jungkook every chance he got.

Jungkook still hung out—“Sojin was busy, do you wanna do something?”—but more often than not those hang outs consisted of Jungkook telling you about her and her dad, about how hard he tried to get into his good graces.

The bike incident had only been one of many. Times where Jungkook would put his heart—and life—on the line for that girl only for it to be in vain every time she broke up with him over the simplest things. You’d heard stories from Jungkook, all told with a tight smile, of a handshake that would bruise, a man chasing him with a bat, of a car following him to school. All things he put up with for a girl who didn’t care for him. One day, after Jungkook had grudgingly sat through an hour long dinner with her family, the stare of her father piercing through him, she broke up with him because she didn’t like how long his hair had gotten.

(If anyone were to ask you, he was handsome with long hair. Dreamy even.)

He cut it that same day.

As her childishness grew, you quickly came to dislike her. She strung Jungkook around, you thought, and just when you thought she was finally done toying with him and making his life difficult in the sneakiest ways, the damn kid started hitting the gym. His growing frame, toned arms and now straightened teeth had turned him into a heartthrob, and Sojin was just as aware of this as you were. “Don’t we look perfect together?” She’d ask, twirl around him like they were on the cover of a magazine and not standing on his chipped front porch.  

Needless to say, by the time graduation had rolled around you despised the woman. You absolutely disliked how she treated Jungkook, how she let her father treat Jungkook without ever stepping up and defending him. Granted, you didn’t know exactly what went on in her household behind closed doors, you’d seen enough of her uncaring attitude to want to ram her and her dad’s head against the hood of the car.

Which is why seeing the old car, in Jungkook’s shop nonetheless, was rekindling a boiling hatred in your chest. “That man should rot in hell for all he put you through,” you huff, glare at the car like it holds some magical connection to him and he can feel the intensity of your stare.

“___,” Jungkook scolds, swirls his cup around to distract himself. “He was just trying to protect his only daughter,” he defends, quietly, like it’s what he tells himself to justify all those years of mistreatment. Even when he and Sojin had continued through college, it had never stopped. You, being five hours away, couldn’t do a damn thing. “Besides, the guy’s old as hell now.”

You snort, finally breaking your staring match with the car. Glancing at Jungkook, he’s got that same forlorn expression on his face, the one he started wearing when he first came to terms with the fact that her dad would never like him. There was a time it was stuck permanently on his face, the pressure and the discomfort that came from the father of the girl you’ve dated for five years looking at you like you were nothing more than a speck of dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

When you came back from school, educated and confident, you almost didn’t recognize your best friend. Tall and broad, tattoos splattered over his arm. Hair long like you loved it, but eyes still as round and wondrous as they’d been when you were kids. He had his own place now, he told you, and you vaguely remembered all the times he mentioned him and Sojin moving in together, mentally preparing yourself to see that wench for the first time in a while.

Much to your surprise, there was no Sojin in sight. No lingering artifacts of her presence. Nothing that showed she existed in this space besides an ugly orange mug she’d given him for his birthday one year, tucked into the very back of his cabinets. They’d broken up, he explained. Almost immediately after graduation.

After stringing him along for the better part of five years, she had decided this wasn’t what she wanted. No, what she wanted was a man ten years her senior with an abundance of cash to flow. Jungkook hadn’t cried. Hadn’t even looked the tiniest bit upset when you ordered pizza and drank some beer, watched your favorite episodes of The Simpsons like you were seventeen and avoiding your homework again.

You stayed the night, a little too tipsy to drive home. Besides, Jungkook had a spare bedroom. It was a room beside his, just a full bed with a chest of drawers. You liked it, liked the scent of him surrounding you after only seeing each other for a couple weeks in between months of distance. You liked it, because when he shifted in bed you realized the beds were pressed against the same wall, and you liked it until the shared wall spared you no secrets, and you listened to him quietly sob into his pillow.

“Old or not, he’s still the devil,” you murmur, snapping back to the present where Jungkook is wheeling himself closer to the car again. “Where did you find that thing anyway?”

He stays silent, quietly pretending like he still has something to do on the car besides paint it. Then, “I bumped into Sojin at the store.”

You sigh, drop your head between your shoulders. You can only imagine what whirlwind of a sob story she had to throw on him to win this favor.

“Kook,” you start, gauging his reaction only from his backside. His muscles ripple beneath his dark t-shirt, his usual red jumpsuit knitted around his waist. “What happened?”

Again, silence.

You say nothing, let him sort through the hurt on his own while you creep up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and pressing down on the cricks behind his neck. He melts into your touch, head lolling forwards as a quiet sigh escapes him.

“She told me she was low on cash, and she needed the car to get to work,” he confesses, and from his ducked position, his voice trembles. You roll your eyes.

“And the paint job?”

A particularly rough press of your fingers has a whimper escaping him. God, this boy needed to see a chiropractor and a masseuse soon. All that hunching over and under these cars was doing a number on his back.

“I… I figured I might as well fix up the exterior too.” Of course he would, you think, Jungkook’s heart was stupidly big and easy to manipulate. He would get so swept up in it sometimes, trying to do the best he can for everyone’s benefit that he’d ignore himself.

You sit in his confession, fingers digging into his skin for a few minutes as you consider what to say.

The mature adult in you, the logical half of you, wants to hit him upside the head, scold him for letting that wench into his life again so easily. You were going on twenty-six now, all three of you, and you didn’t have time to be fixing him every time that childish woman decided to toy with him. Granted, it’s been four years since you last saw her, since you heard him muffle his cries on the other side of the wall, and you liked to think Jungkook was a respectful adult of society now. He didn’t have time to get dragged around by self-absorbed women with insane fathers.

The other part, the best friend since childhood, wants to run away. Wants to pack Jungkook into a suitcase and take him far away from here and from her. Unlike you, who now lived in the city, Jungkook had stayed in your small hometown, a quiet place just outside the bustling city. It was difficult to ensure his happiness when you were always forty-five minutes out of reach. It would be so much easier to just take him and fly to another province, maybe on the beach, Jungkook loved the beach.

“Listen,” he says, successfully pulling you out from your spiral. “I know what you’re gonna say and I just wanna tell you it’s not like that.”

You blink, hands stilling on his shoulders. Your lack of movement allows him to spin around on his chair, gaze up at you with the same shiny gaze he’s given you ever since you were kids. “I’m just doing her this tiny favor. She looked...” he trails off, face scrunching to find the words.

“Like shit?” You propose, and he smiles. “Like flaming dumpster shit behind a club?”

Jungkook laughs, loud and beautiful. You want to kiss the mole beneath his lip.

“She looked bad, okay?” He settles, reaches forward to take your palm in his. You’re standing between his thighs, and you wonder how he would have acted if you were Sojin. “Don’t think things worked out with that CEO she was dating. I’m just giving her a push.”

You sigh, try to push those crestfallen sobs to the back of your head. “Okay,” you agree, briefly glancing back at the damn car. “You fix her car, and that’s it,” you state. Jungkook nods, makes a little X over his heart. He knows how much you hate that woman. “No funny business.”

“No funny business,” he agrees, then reaches down for a white spray can. “You wanna spray some dicks on it before I paint it?”

“Please,” you laugh, taking the face mask he offers you with a grin.

—

One day your car starts making a weird noise as you pull out of the underground parking garage of your building. It’s somewhere between a pig squealing and metal scraping. You’ve been around Jungkook long enough to know this is probably something to do with your breaks, something about them being loose or old, one of the two. You have a short day at work today. There’s repairs being done to the office you work at, so everyone’s been spending more time working from home.

You leave work a little after two pm, head pounding from the hour long meeting you sat through, the mediocre business proposals your boss had asked you to look through and file. There’s a hefty load of emails waiting in your inbox, mostly the interns requesting you write them a recommendation letter. You’ll have to look through those later, pick out the good ones and write them each a unique piece kissing the ground they walk on.

The scent of freshly fried donuts hits your nose as you pull into your old town; the bakery down the road from Jungkook’s has their windows open. You can already taste the sweetness on the tip of your tongue, the iced coffee cooling your insides as you sit and watch Jungkook work on your car.

Jungkook’s shop is on the corner of the street, takes up a huge chunk with it’s massive garage and driveway; the office area is tiny compared to the sheer size of the actual work floor. There’s music blaring through the overhead speakers, and when you pull in you recognize it as Jimin’s playlist.

“Morning, Miss,” the country bumpkin says, leaning against your car door as you rifle through your purse. “What’re you in for?”

“Hi, Jimin,” you reply sweetly, take his hand as he helps you out the door. You very vaguely explain the noise your car had made that morning, glancing around the shop as Jimin gets to work inspecting it. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin’s waving over some other employees, all greeting you in their matching red jumpsuits. “Kook’s in the office,” he tells you, and it’s almost sensual the way his hand glides over your palm for your keys. God, you needed to get laid. “Has some lady friend in there with him.”

You pause, the bustling of the crew behind you fading into the background. Something inside you snaps, and you whirl around the garage, before catching sight of a 1975 Chevy Corvette, almost unrecognizable from how you’d last seen it. It’s bright red now, a color you only briefly saw before you’d left the other night, with two, lightning bolt racing stripes decorating each side. It looks new, almost in mint condition, and the fact it’s still here has you storming through the garage.

Your heels clack loudly, the crew moving to the side as you torpedo straight into the offices. You barely remember to greet the receptionist before you’re stomping straight into the main office.

There’s no knock, no warning given, before you’re flinging the door open, seeing exactly what you’d expected. 

“___,” Jungkook stutters, jumping onto his feet from his position on the couch. He looks frantic, wide eyes flickering between you and the woman sitting in front of him, her back turned to you. But you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.

“Did you say ___?” She says, and she’s still as tall and as beautiful as you remember her. Had it not been for the heels you wore, you don’t doubt she’d tower over you. She flashes you a killer smile, lips carefully painted red. It almost looks murderous. “My! ___, you haven’t changed a bit,” Sojin exclaims, rushing around the couch to pull you into a tight hug. You don’t return it.

You let her cling to you for a second, before pushing her away as gently as you can by the shoulders. As much as you’d like to rip her in half, tear her apart for all she did to Jungkook, you won’t. You’re older now, elegant in all the ways you weren’t before. It would be a huge disservice to your maturity if you shoved your heel up her ass right now.

“It’s lovely seeing you, Sojin,” you smile, taking her hand in yours.

Besides, being a woman in business meant you knew better, more creative ways to strike.

“And your boyfriend?” You ask, tilting your head in staged confusion. You even glance around the office, like you’ll find the geezer hiding behind the potted plant or Jungkook’s frozen figure. “The rich one with the huge company? Did he come with you today?”

Her smile tightens, red lips pursed as she gauges you with those cat eyes that haunt your nightmares every now and then. “My ex-boyfriend,” she corrects after a minute, pastes a forlorn expression onto her features. “We’ve separated, and you know how it is for women like us,” she jests. “We need a man to push us along—“

“Do we?” You ask, think back on all those years of school, of studying and working and pushing yourself, all the time you spent investing in yourself for yourself. “I don’t think so,” you contemplate. “It’s really embarrassing if you can’t care for yourself without the help of a man. Almost like you don’t trust in your own abilities, and ride other’s coattails instead.”

A beat of silence. Two completely different worlds, and Jungkook hovering awkwardly beside you.

Two palms grasp your shoulders from behind, and when you turn Jungkook is smiling at you, forced and stressed like he can’t stand to be in this uncomfortable situation any longer. “Well,” he announces, pushing you behind him as he guides Sojin towards the door. “There was an issue with her car, so I’ll just check on it real quick, okay?”

You nod, feel empty as he takes her by the wrist, and not you. He hands her her purse, palm on the small of her back as they exit the office. When the door clicks shut behind them, you throw your own handbag at the ground, barely stop yourself from stomping like a child.

Instead, you breathe in, hold it, and exhale, just like your Tuesday yoga instructor taught you. By the time you’ve collected yourself a few minutes have passed, so you kneel down to gather your fallen lipstick tubes and cellphone from the floor, scooping them back into your purse.

Tugging the door shut behind you, you mindlessly wander down the hall, until you reach the small receptionist area and nearly get jumped by Kim Taehyung. “Holy shit, you won’t believe this,” he gasps, takes you by the shoulders and nearly shakes you until your brain falls out through your ears. You would have slapped him, had this been any other man, but he’s quite possibly the only man besides Jungkook you’d let jostle you like this. “You’ll never guess who just left the office with J—wait,” he pales, suddenly connecting two and two, your exit from said offices definitely a key factor in whatever conclusion he’s drawn. “You were in the office with Hwang Sojin and you didn’t kill her?!”

You huff, let him shake you again until you’re nearly tripping in your heels. “Yes, I know,” you groan, finally slap his hands away when you begin to feel this morning’s breakfast bubbling from all the motion. “I’m surprised too.”

“Wow,” Taehyung marvels, leans back against the receptionist desk even though the poor girl has told him time and time again not to. He ignores her, something he can do as second best friend to the boss. “Remember when she showed up crying outside his mom’s house and you threw a potted plant at her? Oh how the great have fallen.”

Rolling your eyes, you drift over to the plexiglass window in the office that looks out across the entirety of the garage floor. In the corner, Jungkook’s got the hood of the Corvette open as he works away on something, Sojin tapping at her phone beside him. “Why are you here, Tae?”

He steps beside you, tuned into the same scene. “Can’t visit my ex-girlfriend every now and then?” He teases, you groan.

“We dated for three days, dude, let it go,” you whine, and watch with rapt attention as Jungkook motions for her to start the engine. She does, and it purrs to life, soft and silky just like Jungkook said it does. She squeals and claps, launches herself into his arms in thanks. You look away.

“Yuck,” Taehyung gags and you couldn’t agree more. “Can’t believe you ended the best 72 hours of my life for that pinhead and the hussy attached to his hip.”

He shrieks when you pinch his side, and you take great satisfaction in the judgemental stare half the crew sends him through the glass. After all, they weren’t soundproof. “You embarrassed me and my brand,” he huffs, crossing his arms as the two of you return to watching Jungkook and the hussy.

“He’s not a pinhead,” you softly retort, watch him wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead as he waves her off. Sojin sends him a brigade of air kisses, none of which he catches. A sick sense of glee consumes you at the sight, but then he’s turning to stare directly at you and Taehyung through the glass, and the both of you quickly whirl away.

“His ability to find you in less than a second is so weird,” Taehyung shivers, and you ignore it, taking the candy from the bowl on the receptionist desk. She doesn’t care, having heard these conversations more than enough times to get the general gist of what you and Taehyung gossip about. You’re surprised she’s never mentioned it to Jungkook before.

Regardless, you listen to Taehyung complain about his life for a few more minutes, before Jimin’s sweet voice pops into the room. His ash blonde hair is all ruffled, and there’s something dark smeared over his otherwise perfect skin as he tells you your car is fixed. Taehyung bids you goodbye, and Jimin walks you back to your car out on the garage floor.

“All set, miss,” Jimin grins, puts a hand against the car so you don’t hit your head as you go in. You thank him, and don’t miss the way he lingers by your window.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilt your head quizzically. Jimin’s cheeks flush, and he looks shyly at the ground.

“Actually, I was wondering if—“

“___,” Jungkook calls, jogging over beside Jimin, who looks almost ashamed to be caught doing...whatever it was he was gonna do. Jungkook glances at him, catches him in some weird staring contest before crouching down to your window. “You needed your car fixed? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You blink, don’t know how to politely tell him he was too busy kissing the ass of his toxic ex-girlfriend to help you out. “Jimin helped me,” you smile, the same practiced expression you’ve mastered since college. You usually get by, usually trick people with that look, but not with him. Jungkook knows you too well, knows that look, and knows you’re holding yourself back. “You were busy.”

His lips part in surprise, tugged downwards with the hint of a frown. “I,” he stutters, looks at Jimin, who doesn’t seem that impressed with him either. “I… I would’ve came if you called.”

You tug your sunglasses out from their little case, slide them over the bridge of your nose as you strap your seatbelt over yourself. “Would you though?” You ask, flash him another polite smile before shifting your car’s gears. Jimin walks off, clears the path for you to exit, and with just Jungkook standing there, you speak freely. “I would hate to distract you from something important.”

—

Some of the proposals end up being better than expected, and after carefully sifting through them, your boss asks you to sit through presentations for the next few days. Your time gets consumed in graphs and budgets. There’s a multitude of businesses you have to look into, some big and well-known, and others small and local. You drive around the city one day, visiting business after business, until your ankles hurt in your heels and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Your only comfort is the nice Chanel skirt suit you’re wearing that makes you feel like the most important person in the room wherever you go.

By the time the week’s over, there’s a thin cut forming on the back of your ankles from all the walking you’ve done in your heels. You slump against your front door, tossing your heels in the vague direction of the closet before padding through your house.

You nearly scream yourself sore at the figure in your kitchen, hunched over what looks to be a hastily made cake with a number three candle. “Oh my god,” you seethe, turning the overhead light on to illuminate Jungkook’s grinning figure, dirty and sweaty from work. You glance at the clock on the stove; it’s only been about an hour since his garage closed.

“Surprise!” He exclaims, and you’re not the slightest bit amused when he begins humming the happy birthday song on a day that is definitely not your birthday.

When he’s done, you don’t clap and his beaming smile doesn’t waver. “It is not my birthday,” you calmly state, placing your leather padfolio on the counter.

Jungkook blows the candle out for you. “It’s the birthday of when we first met,” he explains, and gets to cutting the cake. How he remembers such a day, you don’t know. You do know that this is his mom’s birthday cake recipe, and you love that. “Can you believe it? Friends for almost three decades.”

“Almost,” you repeat, dutifully sitting across from him and taking the plate he offers. He nods at you like a bobblehead. 

His eyes are sparkly and big, like he’s drunk, and it’s only then you notice the red wine on the table, bottle open and halfway done. You set your fork down, grasp the neck of the bottle in your hand. “Have you been drinking?” You ask, even though the answer stares you right in the face. You frown. “You hate drinking.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shovels more cake into his mouth to delay his response. “Needed it,” he offhandedly explains, nearly eats the candle but you jump forward to snatch it off his fork before he can.

“What do you mean?” You inquire. You’re not hungry anymore, too interested in whatever’s going on in his head to make him think he needs to be drunk around you.

Jungkook gulps, reaches forward for more wine but you cradle the bottle to your chest. You nearly gasp when he levels you with a real, stony glare, the expression out of place on his face. “Cuz you’re mad,” he huffs. “At me.”

There was a time you would coddle Jungkook’s every mistake, never let him think he was at fault for anything. You’d grown out of it shortly before high school, recognizing boys were stupid no matter how much you tried to prove otherwise. Since then, you’ve watched him get into trouble time and time again—Sojin being the prime example—and only intervened when absolutely necessary. Some part of you, the half that hates seeing him upset, wants to tell him you’re not. The mature part in you, however, doesn’t let that happen.

“I am,” you agree, watch his eyes widen almost comically at your admission. You set the wine bottle back on the table, leaning your chin on your palm as you level him with the most unimpressed gaze you can. “I’m furious, actually.”

He whimpers, actually whimpers like a kicked puppy, and you can almost see the metaphorical ears pressed against his head and the tail tucked between his legs. His lips are big and pouty, stained from the wine. You’d love to know what they feel like.

Jungkook’s vulnerability lasts all of three seconds, before he’s shaking himself out of whatever emotional pit his foggy brain has him in. “Well, it’s dumb,” he spits, and it’s your turn to sit in shock. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, incredulously, because this has never happened before. Are you overprotective and sometimes overbearing? Sure. Has Jungkook ever voiced discomfort with that before? Never. “I’m not telling you what to do,” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest.

He rolls his eyes, pushes away from the table like a moody teen. You know it’s because he’s drunk, because he’s not himself, but you have to remind yourself that he obviously felt this way somewhere in his heart to voice it to you now. “You’re not my mom.”

You choke. “I’m not!” You angrily agree, pushing away from the table as well.

Jungkook snarls, “well you sure do love acting like her.” He picks up his plate, glances over at you with a look in his eyes that can only be likened to that of a sneaky cat, and then purposefully shoves the bread and frosting down the garbage disposal in the sink. You shriek, fly around the table and shove him away.

“What is wrong with you?” You seethe, push him away rudely with a hand on his face. Jungkook stumbles back, slips on the floor and nearly cracks his head on the corner of the counter. “Oh my god,” you exclaim, abandoning the sink in favor of watching the way his face twists up at the sudden motion, stomach contracting beneath his black t-shirt, cheeks puffing. “Oh god, oh god,” you stammer, tugging him to his feet with the strength only a panicked individual about to see an entire cake regurgitated onto their kitchen tile can have.

You’ve barely kicked the door to the bathroom open when Jungkook begins throwing up, gooey vomit spewing from his mouth and onto the floor. It touches your arm, and you shriek before shoving him in the general direction of the toilet.

“Ew, ew,” you freak, shoving your hand under the sink faucet to get that gross feeling away. You wanna vomit yourself, but you tell yourself there can only be one sick person at a time, and right now it’s Jungkook.

He’s got his head in the toilet, disgusting sounds echoing off the ceramic of it. By the time you’ve calmed down and washed your arm thrice, you move over to pull his bangs away from his face, letting him hurl in peace.

“I’m sorry,” he mopes, spews another round of birthday cake into the toilet.

You look away, blindly reach out to turn the bathroom fan on. “Mhm,” you nod, rubbing a hand over his back. Jungkook nods sadly against the toilet seat.

“‘M sorry,” he repeats, gags around nothing but the gross feeling left in his throat. “I-I know you just want…” a pause as he considers throwing up some more, “...want what’s best for me.”

“I do,” you agree, wipe a hand down the side of his face that he leans into. “Not trying to be your mom,” you assure him, and he snorts.

“Be a good mom,” he murmurs, so soft you don’t hear him. You hum, leaning closer and he repeats it. “You’d be… a good mom.”

Not knowing what to do with that information, you just pat his back until he falls asleep, cheek against the toilet seat.

—

“Woah, the sexual tension in this garage is off the charts,” Taehyung blurts from behind you, and you smack your clipboard against his chest. “Oof,” he grunts, rubbing his chest like it actually hurt. “You doing finances for him again?” He asks and you nod.

In an ideal world, Taehyung would leave upon finding out you’re busy. In this world, he simply leans into your personal space, nearly knocking you into an empty tool cart. “Oooh, an extensive list of all the money Jungkook’s stupidly blown this month. How much did he spend on neon signs this time?”

You relent, showing him the shop’s finances. Anywhere else, revealing a business’s finances without the consent of the owner would be a federal crime. Here, it’s the equivalent of showing Taehyung Jungkook’s browser history. “He spent how much on window tint?!”

“A lot,” you say.

There’s a whistle from across the garage, the shop’s resident country bumpkin Park Jimin standing at the huge garage doors with his hand on his hip. “No fraternizing, please.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Boooo,” he shouts, peels himself away from you to flick an impolite finger Jimin’s way. “He’s just jealous,” he tells you, and you frown.

“Of what?” You ask, and Taehyung nearly loses his shit.

“My precious ___,” he sighs, leans his forehead on your shoulder. “So beautiful and smart, yet so slow.” You flick the side of his forehead just as Jungkook strolls by and, seeing your attack, slaps the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Why do you guys hate me!” Taehyung exclaims, jumping at least five feet away from you and Jungkook’s giggling forms.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring Taehyung’s soulful cries as he glances over your shoulder at the clipboard. You tilt it his way, but he stands close anyway, until you can feel his breath huffing against the back of your neck.

“Okay, but you’re spending a lot of money stockpiling on things that haven’t shown signs of running out yet,” you explain, pointing at the window tint that had astonished Taehyung only a moment ago.

Jungkook grimaces, pink tongue swiping across his lip as he looks at the total amount he’s spent the last three months. “Well, it’s a good thing I have my accountant,” he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Not your accountant,” you correct, “just a friend who doesn’t wanna see you run your business to the ground from overspending.”

Jungkook waves you off, and Taehyung tries to sneak into the receptionist office behind you, but Jungkook catches him with his free hand. “This is the life,” he sighs, wistfully gazing over the garage floor. It reeks of motor oil and car paint.

“Count me out,” Taehyung snorts, voicing your disinterest toward such greasy and smelly work. He tries to wiggle out of Jungkook’s hold, but the muscle bunny only straps an arm around his neck, until Taehyung’s squirming and clawing for air against the red sleeve of his jumpsuit.

“My own successful business, a shitload of sexy cars, and of course,” he pauses, squeezes the two of you tighter until you’re both groaning. “My two best friends.” The sap has the gall to peck the top of your heads, and that seems to be the final straw for Taehyung who rips himself away.

“Have this lovefest somewhere else, man,” Taehyung says, flattening his rumpled clothing down. “You’re really putting a nail in my reputation around here.”

Jungkook cackles, mindlessly goes to wrap himself around you from behind. “Your reputation has been trash since that scream you let out the other day,” he informs him, swaying the two of you back and forth. Your heart thunders in your chest, and you just barely manage to avoid Taehyung’s pointed stare.

“Whatever, I’m outta here.” With Taehyung peaced out, you’re left in Jungkook’s arms, gazing over his business like two old lovers. It makes your chest tight, so you quickly go to shake him off.

“We’re okay?” Jungkook murmurs, so soft you almost don’t hear. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist, thumb massaging over the bone there like he’s afraid you’ll bolt the second he lets you go.

You nod, tuck the clipboard to your side. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Those sad puppy eyes, pouty lips turned southward. You want to wipe that look off his face. He sighs, glances at where your skin meets and gives it a squeeze. “I’ve been an ass lately,” he settles on saying. “Said some mean things and ruined your bathroom rug—I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what to say.

Jungkook takes your silence as understanding, reaching down to hold both your hands in his slightly dirty ones. “It won’t happen again. I’d rather lose a million friends than lose you,” he confesses, and something about it feels too real, too raw. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You nod, the constricting feeling in your throat only tightening when he smiles at you, those gentle eyes and plush lips for only you to see. You want to kiss him, swallow him whole. Right here on the garage floor so everyone knows he’s yours.

But you can’t because he’s not.

You settle on swinging your arms between you. “Just don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, narrowing your eyes playfully. There’s a heavy feeling in your heart, something akin to anguish, but you could never voice it out loud.

“I won’t,” Jungkook promises.

—

Jungkook visits again on a weekday, and you nearly send him straight home when he brandishes another bottle of wine in your face. “It’s nonalcoholic!” He exclaims before you can shut the door on him, foot lodged against the frame. You give in.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, curling up on the couch in just your shorts and huge t-shirt. Jungkook pops the bottle open, pouring the wine into two limited edition Shrek 2 cups you pulled out from the depths of your cabinet.

“Can’t hang with my bestie?” He throws back at you, snatching the remote from your hands before you can click on another episode of that dumb housewives show. You end up watching National Geographic, some documentary about the role of bioluminescent shrimp in the sea.

“Aw look, they’re kissing,” he cooes at a pair of seahorses that wander across the screen halfway through a shot of some school of shrimp. “How romantic.”

“Wonder what that’s like,” you comment, not thinking too much on the meaning behind your words until you can feel Jungkook’s stare pierce your cranium. “What?”

“You’ve never been kissed?” He blurts, and you choke on your wine.

“You were my first kiss,” you remind him, flush at the memory of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed, knees knocking in what was probably the worst first kiss in the history of first kisses.

Jungkook blinks. “Oh yeah,” he laughs. “With the Tony Hawk poster behind my bed, right?”

“The one and only.”

Jungkook hums, and the two of you melt back into the silence. Nice aquatic sounds fill the room, the camera panning over more colorful fish that Jungkook oohs at appreciatively. You don’t really pay attention, more interested in the way the wine swirls in your cup and the way you can feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against your knee, like when you were thirteen and trying something new.

You know it doesn’t mean a lot to him. Just another silly childhood memory of you. Not like you have hundreds, thousands of them with each other. By the way he’d blurted the question, you doubt he even remembered it most days. But you did.

It plagued your mind all the time, the soft feel of his mouth and the trembling hand that had held yours. You wonder if he kisses the same still, lips gently puckered. He’s had years to learn, half a decade to get creative with Sojin, and the past four years of being a bachelor to explore more.

You’ve kissed too, plenty of guys who had no meaning and ones you thought would replace him. But it’d been a long time since you’ve let anyone into your bed, more content to please yourself without the overbearing weight of feelings and emotions to wrap around your throat.

Jungkook coughs, and you shake yourself from your thoughts.

He’s looking at you inquisitively, like he can’t get his usual read on you and would rather just ask what’s wrong. “You don’t,” a pause, “hang out with guys?”

It’s devastatingly cute, the way he asks if you’re fucking, and you want to pinch his cheeks. Instead you shake your head, try to hide the grin on your face from his inquisitive expression. “Just you and Taehyung,” you admit.

Jungkook nods. “Do you and Tae…?”

You shake your head furiously. “No! God no, we don’t do anything like that,” you clarify, the thought of Taehyung in your bed enough to make you want to gag.

Jungkook says nothing, just turns back to the documentary to watch more Nemos and Dorys flit across the screen. You polish off your cup of wine, leaning forward to settle it back on the coffee table. As you settle back into the couch cushions, Jungkook speaks again. “So you take care of yourself?”

You freeze.

“Yeah,” you admit after one complete meltdown in your head. Where was this coming from? Why did he want to know? You and Jungkook were close, but you never did this. You never divulged the details of your sex life, never bragged about who you slept with or how many there were. What was going on?

Jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, just turns his attention back to the tv screen, where you’re almost certain the sea horses from before are fucking. Not that you know what it looks like, but you hope at least someone in this room was enjoying themselves and not drowning in the mortification of having their life long crush ask them if they masturbate.

“So, do you use your hands or a toy?”

You choke, slap your chest to ease the pounding of your heart at Jungkook asking such a question. “E-Excuse me?” You ask, scandalized that Jungkook, your sweet and caring childhood friend turned Fabio, could ask you such a bold question about your personal affairs.

“What?” Jungkook says, like he truly doesn’t see the inappropriateness of the situation. He even raises his eyebrows at you, as if urging you to answer the question.

You sigh, fight the flush of your cheeks and stare idly at the cups on the table. “A toy. Hands don’t feel good,” you curtly reply, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your legs off the couch, hoping that’s the end of his curiosity. This was enough to fuel your 3am anxiety meltdowns for the next five years.

Jungkook nods, and you can feel his penetrating gaze on the side of your face again. A great white shark swims across the screen. Jungkook strikes. “My hands feel good.”

“Jungkook!” You exclaim in horror (and excitement, but you’ll pretend it wasn’t there). “What has gotten into you?”

“What!” Jungkook defends, Bambi eyes looking at you like you’re the unreasonable one here. “We’re having a civil conversation in which I’m trying to open up your worldview.”

You’re flabbergasted. “This is not a civil conversation, what are you even talking about?” You scold, tug your arms around yourself like it’ll actually protect you from the words that don’t seem to be filtering out of his mouth properly. “Why are you so concerned about that?” You interrogate, hope your forceful tone will scare him away.

It doesn’t. Jungkook shrugs, some noncommittal i dont know sound. “I can’t be interested in what you get up to? What my best friend gets up to?” It’s the obvious emphasis on best friend that makes you step down.

“No,” you sigh, rub a hand down your face. “You can be interested,” you tell him gingerly. “We just never really… talked about... those kinds of things,” you rush out, turn away from him as the narrator on screen dives into the intricacies of bioluminescent shrimp in the animal food chain.

As if sensing your discomfort, Jungkook softens, scooting closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, too close and too warm. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, places a palm on your knee.

“I’m not!” You rush to assure him, facing him head on again. His eyes are big and implorative still, and you wonder why he became stuck on that of all things today. “It just surprised me.”

His lips quirk to the side, an unsure grin that has you leaning into his shoulder. You sit in silence, the rise and fall of his body with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

A false one that Jungkook zeroes in on.

The documentary’s wrapping up, soothing ocean sounds and wind instruments playing as the credits roll across the screen, when the hand that had been laying so comfortably on your thigh inches up. At first, you don’t notice it, writing it off as Jungkook just shifting around. You tell yourself it’s just that, until his pinky makes contact with the end of your shorts.

Slowly, you turn towards him, catch his mocha irises lustfully lidded as he toys with the hem. “Kook?” You murmur, so soft, barely there.

“Hm?” He replies, continuing to play with the edge of your shorts, until he gets brave and his fingers slip beneath, index finger just barely grazing the panties underneath. You gasp. “This okay?”

Stuck between your arousal and your common sense, you flounder for a response. He’s so close, and smells so good, curls brushing against your temple the closer he gets. You want him so bad, want him to find his place between your thighs and put those pouty lips to use. But you know it’ll make things different, change whatever it is you’ve had for the past almost thirty years, and you’ll never bounce back. Another brush against your panties, pointer finger wiggling it’s way beneath the fabric, and you’re choking out a “yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something in your core tingles at the name, thighs clenching together. “Uh uh,” he chides, nudges them open. “Stay still for me,” he commands, and you do, for all of ten seconds, but then he’s pressing his finger on your clit, panties and shorts muting the sensation. Still, it makes you squirm, fingers clutching the couch cushion beneath you as you struggle to keep them open. “Too much?” He asks, and you shake your head no.

“I-It’s fine,” you whisper, and Jungkook smiles.

He pets you, almost wondrously, for a few beats, watches the way the muscles in your thighs twitch with every press against your mound. Eventually, he decides it’s enough. “Hands don’t feel good for you?” He inquires, your words from earlier obviously having left their mark on him. Slowly, you shake your head. He glances down at the fist you have on the couch, composed features sliding up your face. “Well, yours are so small, princess. Of course they don’t feel good.”

He manhandles you around, tugs you onto the couch until you’re laying down, legs sprawled on either side of him. Pleased with the arrangement, Jungkook glances back down to your bottoms. “These have to go,” he tells you, hooks his fingers in the waistband and abruptly yanks down, leaving you just in your t-shirt.

You go to shy away, but Jungkook stops you, palms resting on the insides of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the skin soothingly. “My fingers are long, see?” He says, raising a hand to wiggle his fingers at you. You nod, heartbeat thundering in your ears. “They’ll feel nice inside.”

You know they will.

You can tell he knows his way around a woman’s body just from the way his hands glide over yours, carefully like he’s mapping you out. Ever so slowly, one hand grows closer, until his thumb is gently circling your clit, and you inhale sharply.

“So wet,” Jungkook hums, his other hand traveling further down, until he’s spreading your pussy lips with two fingers, trailing them through the arousal that gathers there.

You’ve never been so attentively cared for, never had a man zero in on your cunt like it was his first meal in ages. Jungkook’s eyes are clouded with lust, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he watches your pussy lips flutter at his touch.

He swirls his hand over your clit, pressing down. The first sound escapes you, a soft whimper that has you clamping your hand over your mouth in embarrassment. Jungkook grins down at you, shifts closer to press a kiss to the knuckles over your mouth.“Don’t hide from me,” he purrs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your neck.

You cry out when he gets back to it, massaging your pussy with gentle hands and a thumb against your clit to placate you. “Jungkook,” you choke out, and he beams at his name, takes it as a sign to finally slip two fingers inside. “A-ah,” you whine, arching beneath him.

He basks in your noises, leans close again to press a kiss beneath your ear, against your jaw. “This okay?” He murmurs, curling the fingers inside of you. You mewl, throwing your arms around him as he begins working you open. “How does it feel, baby?”

“G-good,” you pant, turn your head until you can bury your nose in his hair, drown even more in his all-consuming aura.

Another kiss to your neck, before he’s suctioning his lips right below your ear, nipping and sucking at the skin to brand you his. “You like my hands?” He husks, and the patch of saliva he leaves on your neck feels cold without his mouth there. You nod, and Jungkook rewards you with a soft smooch over the hickey he’s left.

His fingers inside you curl and scissor, brush against every inch of your walls until you’re quivering beneath him, gasping his name out. You could melt if his fingers weren’t holding you together. “So tight,” he groans, curling his fingers. The movement touches upon something sensitive within you, and you moan his name loudly.

“O-Oh,” you pant, wiggling beneath him as you try to feel that again. Jungkook lets you, watches you desperately rut into his hands. He drifts away, lets his tongue mouth over your breasts, licking until there’s a damp spot on your t-shirt, the flimsy house bra you’d worn and the t-shirt combined not enough to hide your pebbled nipples.

The drag of his hands against your pussy isn’t enough, the motions not quick enough. Jungkook glances at your twisted features, your quivering pussy, and then, ever so gently, ducks over you, puckered lips letting one, long glob of saliva touch down on your pussy, trickling around his knuckles.

“Fuck,” you choke, watch his tongue swipe over his lip to break the thin bridge that connects you too. Suddenly, everything is smoother, the combined lubrication of your arousal and his spit making the glide of his fingers sinfully slick.

Frantic for release, you lose yourself in him, ready to free fall into your pleasure so long as Jungkook is there to catch you. “That’s it,” he encourages, picks up the pace of his fingers inside you. “Come on, beautiful, let me see that gorgeous face of yours when you come.”

“K-Kook,” you sob, and he smiles against your neck. His fingers work fast, until your muscles are all pulled tight, waiting for that final push to unravel. You make the mistake of glancing down, only to be caught by that pearly smile and adoring gaze. You’re in heaven, you know you are.

There’s no other explanation for this—the way Jungkook holds you like you’re his, hands so gently caressing your most intimate parts. You’re almost convinced you’re having a fever dream, a sick, too realistic dream, but then Jungkook’s biting down on your shoulder through your t-shirt, subtly rutting against your thigh.

“Cum for me,” he purrs against your neck, and you do, sobbing as your orgasm rolls over you, the heavy weight of his cock against your thigh. “Jungkook,” you cry, so pitifully, it has him lunging forward, a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.

You feel sweaty and gross, unbelievably tired from the gentle way he opened you up. Blindly, you reach down, feel the hardness of his cock beneath his sweatpants, but Jungkook nudges you away. You huff. “Let me,” you whimper, reach for him again even though you can see the slowness in your movement. “Need your cock in my mouth,” you drawl, almost sleepily. 

“Shh,” he soothes, lips pressed against your neck, where he’s still licking and sucking over every inch of you. You whine. “You don’t have to do a thing, gorgeous,” he assures you, “just wanted to make you feel good.”

—

Work gets stressful shortly after. There’s a new batch of interns coming in this season, new faces who will mess up your coffee orders and jam the printers for a good few weeks. There’s normally a team of employees who train them, a mix of relatively older people from different departments who show them around; a girl in the finance department, the one who usually trains them, is on maternity leave. With no one else to fall back on, the head of the department pushes the duties off on you, claiming your flexibility and work ethic make you the perfect candidate for such a role.

Normally you’d thrive at the praise, eat up every single word like it sustained you. In a way, it did. It was nice to be appreciated and recognized for your hard work, to be thought of so highly, especially in a male-dominated company. However, this time, you know it’s out of convenience that the head kisses up to you, and you end up begrudgingly taking the role.

The gaps in your schedule you’d normally spend relaxing or catching up on other projects are filled with bumbling interns, calling for help every chance they get. It’s like they’ve never done anything on their own, this group, always asking you the correct way to do this, the right way to do that. You haven’t mentored interns in a while, so you spend the first day breezing over old powerpoints and print outs you made years ago. You remember why you’re not fit for mentoring when one of them asks you how to navigate Excel. You nearly rip their head off.

There’s so much going on, you barely get time to see Jungkook, let alone text him. You saw him once the morning after, stack of pancakes on your kitchen table as he rushed you off to work. The shop didn’t open for another hour. He was sweet, kissed your forehead as you left, but he’s always done that. You didn’t have time to talk about whatever the night before was, or what that made the two of you now.

On Friday night, one week into your nightmarish role, you pull into the shop. You'd like to convince yourself it was routine, visiting the shop, but that’s a lie. You desperately miss Jungkook. 

 Most of the garage doors that are usually pulled open during the day are shut, save for one. The last of Jungkook’s employees are leaving, bidding you adieu as you step out of your car. Park Jimin is there, repairing some rickety car in the back corner.

“Boo,” you call playfully, and Jimin doesn’t flinch, merely pulls his head from out of the hood to flash you an easygoing smile.

He whistles at the sight of you. “You look like you’ve been through one of helluva week,” he says, and you, despite your strong personality, feel yourself blush at his comment. Jeez, did you look that bad? Jimin doesn’t elaborate, just pulls out a stool for you to sit on beside where he’s working. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You glance at the plexiglass, the offices hiding down the hall. Jungkook could wait, you presume, settling down beside him. Your skirt tugs up as you settle onto the pleather seat, so you cover your legs meekly with your purse. “Work’s been crazy,” you explain, and Jimin laughs at the obvious.

“You’re telling me,” He hums, and you roll your eyes playfully. “What’s going on at work?”

What hasn’t been going on, you think to yourself, before launching into a full retelling of your new horrendous position, of all the interns with their clueless eyes and useless notebooks. Jimin chuckles, indulges you in a few comments here and there that only fuel you on. He’s just about done with whatever he’s doing to the car at the same time your story wraps up, explaining how you found yourself here, desperate for Jungkook to whisk you off to that arcade you loved as kids. “Jungkook?” He asks, and you nod. “He left a while ago.”

You freeze. “Huh?” You say, dumbly. You almost want to laugh at your own impulsiveness, for showing up without sending him a text or a warning to let him know you were coming. You almost do laugh, but then you remember you and Jungkook never did that anyway. Hell, he showed up at your house a few weeks ago unannounced and drunk. The two of you were hardly the type to plan ahead, so it was weird for him to not be here. He’s been at the shop almost every night since it’s opened, the days he’s not usually a holiday.

“Jimin…” you begin, glancing at the receptionist window once more. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin shuts his tool box, kicking a cart off to the side. “He left with that lady,” he tells you, doesn’t hear the way your heart rips straight out of your chest. No way. “Tall, pretty. Had that nice Corvette he fixed up a while ago.”

“Sojin,” you mumble, and Jimin nods.

“Think that was her name.” As if sensing your tumultuous thoughts, he steps closer, one hand reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”

“God,” you exhale, pushing yourself away from Jimin and the garage and the window. The stool rolls away, almost hits the side of another car but Jimin catches it. He rushes over towards you, watching you wobble in your heels.

“Honey,” Jimin says, steady and warm beside you. “Sit down for me, yeah?” He guides you to a row of seats against the wall, nailed into the floor so you can’t push them away and make even more of a mess. Not that that’s your concern, your mind and heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Jungkook lying to you, going out with that woman again, despite your obvious hatred for her and his promise to you.

Jimin disappears, rushes over to the other side of the garage before returning with a water bottle for you. He cracks it open, presses it into your hands, and then against your lips when you don’t move. “Drink,” he encourages, watching you with worried eyes that only grow more and more concerned the deeper you fall into your thoughts.

You want to cry and beat Jungkook up at the same time. You want to scream at him for lying to you after treating you so nicely, holding you so warmly. Instead, you gasp for breath, clutching your face in your hands like it’s the only thing that grounds you.

There’s a beep outside, chirpy and cute in the way only older models are, and you whip your head up, the headlights of the Corvette painting you in shades of yellow as it rolls to a stop, the tears you hadn’t felt glistening under the light.

Jungkook flings himself out of the driver’s seat, and a sob catches in your throat when Sojin steps out of the passenger seat. Jungkook shoves everything in his path to the side, carts flying into the few automobiles on the floor, tools clanging loudly onto the cement, and just as those arms you love so much are reaching out for you, there’s a hand on his chest stopping him.

“What did you do to her?” Jungkook snarls, pushing Jimin roughly to the side. Jimin, smaller but not weaker, holds his ground, clutching Jungkook by the material of his jumpsuit a second time. “Let— go!” Jungkook shouts, finally worming away from his employee.

He nearly trips before you, stumbling to his knees as he takes your quivering hands in his. “What’s wrong,” he asks, throwing a nasty glare back at Jimin who watches silently from the side. Sojin is still by her car, leaning across the driver’s side now. “What did he do, what did he say?”

You shake your head, dropping your head to tuck your chin against your chest. You hate this. Hate letting him or Jimin or Sojin see you cry. It’s not the person you are, not the self-made woman you claim to be as you cry over the same man who is unknowingly defending you from himself.

“Let go,” you whisper, hoarse and choked. You shake your arms, but he doesn’t let up.

“Tell me what's wrong,” Jungkook pleads, inching closer to you. His breath is warm and he smells like oil, just like he always does. He also smells sweet and floral in a way only a woman could. He smells like Sojin.

You sob, rip your hands away from and scurry blindly towards Jimin, who catches you in his arms despite the shock that paints his face.

Jungkook watches with an expression of hurt, watches you snuggle into the arms of another man over an issue you won’t tell him about. Jimin says nothing, just rubs his palm over your back. He gestures towards the red corvette, the woman standing by it and Jungkook takes the hint.

You hear the kitten-like purr as it pulls off, the silence that follows afterwards. You don’t know where Jungkook is, if he’s here or if he left with her, and you don’t want to. “Tell me he’s gone,” you beg Jimin, quiet gasps against his neck.

He nods, slowly lets you untangle yourself from his arms as the two of you stare over the empty garage. The Corvette is gone, and so is Jungkook. Before Jimin can tell you where he is, you’re wiping a hand over your face, embarrassed at the moisture it comes back with. 

“I take it he’s not supposed to be with her?” Jimin tries to joke. 

Neither of you laugh. 

You sniffle, process what just happened, how you acted. You’ve never felt that way before, never experienced such brutal heartbreak. 

You don’t know what you expected from Jungkook. In your heart, you convinced yourself what happened in your apartment was the start of something new between the two of you, a natural result of your long friendship. Realistically, you know you should’ve waited until the two of you spoke, discussed whatever happens next. But you’d spent the past week comforted by the fact you’d finally gotten to experience something like that with him, daydreaming about him every chance you got. 

Somewhere in your mind, you had convinced yourself your involvement with him would finally be what broke his connection with Sojin, the final nail that would make him forget about her. It’s painfully funny how such wasn’t the case. 

Jimin breaks you out of your thoughts. “You okay to drive home?” He gently inquires, and you turn your gaze over toward your car. 

Did you trust yourself to make it home without shedding a single tear? Absolutely not. But between Sojin and Jimin, you had let enough strangers see you fall apart over a man tonight. 

“Perfectly okay,” you tell him. 

—

The interns pick up on your sour attitude the week that follows. They don’t ask dumb questions, and don’t mess up your order. You talk them through a presentation, show them how to properly organize finance charts. There’s a slide that has clip art, a goofy dollar sign with a smile and shoes. Jungkook put it there when you first made the PowerPoint. After the little lesson, you go to the bathroom and try not to cry.

A week later, and the interns don’t need you anymore. They do well, and your boss praises you for being such a good mentor. You thank him and he lets you go home early.

Home is empty. Jungkook doesn’t show up unannounced, mostly because you’ve changed the number lock on the door. You want to eat salad today, for some reason, but don’t have any of the ingredients for it, so you walk to the supermarket a few blocks away.

The supermarket feels the same as it always does at night. That ghostly feeling of being watched in an empty aisle, the scratchy tune of whatever Top 50 radio station they settled on today. You get there and decide you don’t want salad anymore, so you buy ingredients for a stew instead, all of which you probably had at home.

When you step outside, the air around your bare thighs is cold. Summer was ending, which meant Jungkook’s birthday was coming up. You ball the receipt in your hand and fling it at the trash. You miss, so you hobble over to pick it up.

The trash is beside a red Corvette with two racing stripes.

“Hey,” Sojin says, arms crossed over her chest as she walks up behind you, sizing up your crouched form beside her car. “What’re you doing to my car?”

You breathe in, shake the crumpled up receipt at her, before stuffing it in the garbage. She says nothing as you stalk by her, and you’re back on the main road when she pulls up next to you, window rolled down to speak to you. “Get in,” she gestures, “it’s gonna rain.”

“No,” you say, and a fat raindrop falls right on your nose.

The door unlocks and you climb in, plastic bags crowded by your feet.

The drive is silent. You only live a few minutes from the store, and you point out an empty spot by the sidewalk for her to pull up to. A dry thanks is on the tip of your tongue, but you never get to say it.

“My dad has cancer,” Sojin says.

“That sucks,” you respond, feel bad right away and say, “I’m sorry.”

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by it, shifting the Corvette out of drive and cutting the engine. “He’s probably not gonna see Christmas,” she adds, and you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about her or her crazy father.  “I wanted to do something nice for him before he, y’know.”

“Died,” you fill, and at that she glares.

“Yeah,” she huffs. “Before he died. So I fixed up his car. But the place I took it to didn’t know how to fix an engine so old, and ended up fucking it up even more.” You nod, she continues. “Then I bumped into Jungkook and—“

“Took advantage of his kindness,” you finish, remembering the twinkle in his eyes when he’d told you about their encounter, that day in the empty garage that seemed lightyears away. “Well congrats. Hope your dad liked it,” you sigh, push open the door and get soaked to the bone immediately.

“Wait!” Sojin calls, hopping out after you. She’s still as beautiful as she was when you were seventeen, even with rain soaking her entire being. “I didn’t ask him to repaint it, but that’s what my dad loved the most.”

You want to go inside, make your stew, and cry in it.

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by the bangs that stick to her forehead or the water that washes down her spine. “When I told him Jungkook did it… he wanted to see him. Apologize and stuff.”

You snort. “Apologize,” you repeat, tightening your grip on your shoppings bags. “For what, Sojin? For almost killing him with this car or for treating him like shit for five years?” She says nothing, stares at the hood of the car like she doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “He was crazy for you, you know that? He would have done anything for you and not once did you stand up to your dad for him. You let that man call him worthless, stupid, a waste of space. And for what? For you to break up with him for some rich asshole who would never treat you half as good as Jungkook did?” You sneer.

The rain feels cold and your groceries feel heavier, so you whirl on your heel and make for your building entrance.

“He never liked me,” Sojin calls out, and you wonder if she even heard the second half of your emotional outburst. You turn to face her with fire in your eyes, and are only a little surprised at the sadness that paints hers. “He never liked me the way he said he did.” You could knock her teeth out.

“You’re stupid,” you spit, and she rounds the car at an insane speed until she’s glaring down at you over her perfectly sculpted nose.

“He never liked me,” Sojin repeats angrily. “He was always busy looking at you—for approval, for attention, I don’t fucking know. He would hold me and touch me but it never felt real. It always felt like practice for him…” she sniffles and your breath hitches in your throat. “We dated all through college,” she says like you don’t know, like you didn’t stress about it for years. “Everyday closer to graduation felt like a ticking bomb. Like he was just waiting for you to come back. To come home.”

You remember it.

The excited texts he’d send you everyday, the plans he made for you. Jungkook was more excited than your parents about you coming home. The five hours had done a number on him, and after four years all he wanted was to have you close again. You remember the hug in his driveway, the way his mom had told you he’d waited all day for you. It’s weird hearing it from Sojin.

Too overwhelmed, you decide to deflect. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmur, and you’re surprised she hears it over the pouring rain.

A loud scoff. “You’re stupid,” she repeats back, jabbing a finger at your chest. You glare, and so does she. Like two animals in a cage you size each other up. “You’re stupid and ugly and I hate you,” she spits, and you drop your shopping bags to lunge at her.

You don’t swing, just grab her by the shirt and move to slam her against the wall, but she’s tall and a little strong, bony fingers wrapping around your wrists like spiders. “Why can’t you see how much he likes you?” She screams, like it hurts to admit it. “He’s been in love with you since forever, and all you’ve ever done is run away!”

“I never—“ you gasp, pushing her away from you. Sojin stumbles, but she doesn’t fall. “I’ve never run away,” you defend, heart beating in your chest too fast to be normal. “Some of us have careers and lives we want to live—I don’t want to depend on a man for the rest of my life!”

She growls, tugs at her wet hair like you’re giving her a headache. Stomping up to you once more, she pushes you hard with both hands, and you barely catch yourself in time. “He would have followed you to that fucking fancy school, but you told him it was better to save money here! Told him to not waste his time and just settle there! You did this to us—to all of us!”

You choke. Lightning flashes behind her, and for a moment all you can see is your gentle prodding, sitting behind him as he filled out applications, big wannabe business brain telling him the easiest way to save money for his auto shop was by going straight into technical school. The small frown on his face that day you’d packed for college, and the way he’d stood in your parent’s driveway until you couldn’t see him anymore, a little spec in your rearview mirror.

Sojin, sensing she’s made her point, says nothing. She scoops up your fallen grocery bags and shoves them into your trembling hands, stomping back to her car and pulling off with a roar, loud and ferocious, and nothing like a kitten.

The groceries in your bag end up in the trash.

—

Taehyung invites you to lunch one day, and you go. You’re starving and desperate to get away from work, where you’re paranoid everyone knows there’s something wrong with you. You meet up at a cute little bistro, and he smiles and hugs you when you arrive. You sit in comfort for all of two seconds before he jumps into his interrogation.

“What’s going on with you and Kook?” He asks, casually flipping through the menu. Your hand stills around your glass of water, and you eventually set it down without ever taking a drink. Your mind instinctively maps out a lie, but Taehyung has known you a while now, knows the quirk of your lips when you’re about to lie your ass off. “Don’t lie to me. I haven’t seen you at the shop in almost a month. And he doesn’t go out,” he mentions. “I think he spent four nights at the shop before I made him go home.”

You deflate.

Too embarrassed to explain, you flip through your own menu, and when the waitress comes you order the first words your eyes focus on. Taehyung doesn’t push you, just patiently gazes out over the bustling street.

Finally, you break. “We… did a thing.”

“Uh huh,” he nods, reading some ad on the side of a bus that passes by. “Need you to elaborate, babe.”

You squirm. “We… fooled around,” you say for lack of more appropriate wording. There’s a family sitting beside you, and you’d rather die than let some nooby pre-teen listen to the details of yours and Jungkook’s night.

“You fucked?” You choke, make a loud sputtering noise like it’ll drown out Taehyung’s voice to the other patrons. “What’s wrong with that? We all knew it’d happen sooner or later,” he shrugs.

“No,” you seethe. “We didn—I didn’t.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, the same way Sojin did that day on the sidewalk. You almost throw your glass of water at him. “We…” you sigh. “We did a thing, and then the week after he went out with Sojin.”

Taehyung scowls at the mere mention of her, so the glass of water is returned to its coaster. “Really? He went out with her right away? He’s cancelled.”

You nod, rubbing your hands over your face. “He… her dad has cancer and is literally on his deathbed so she wanted to fix up his car for memories sake, which he loved, so he wanted to apologize to Kook and thank him for fixing up his car,” you rush out, and now Taehyung chokes, water spewing out of his nose. You shriek, drawing everyone’s attention as you pat down your soaked blouse. “Tae!”

“I’m sorry,” he cries, wiping at the sting in his nose. “He-she, what?!” You ignore him, focus on battling the damp spot on your blazer. “God, that’s crazy,” Taehyung snorts, winces at the feeling in his nose.

After the two of you have settled, the manager kicks you out for your inappropriate conversations and childish behavior. You leave with your tails tucked between your legs. Taehyung holds your hand as he walks you back to your workplace, you quietly fill him in on all the other details surrounding yours and Jungkook’s fallout, from your breakdown in the garage to your weirdly dramatic confrontation with Sojin. “Well,” he claps, slamming a hand down on the traffic light button, even though both of you know it doesn’t work. “That explains a lot of things.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pushing down the crosswalk when the light finally changes of its own accord. “Do you,” you pause, feet glued to the sidewalk. “Do you think she was right?”

Taehyung glances back at you, so small and unsure in the midst of a bustling crowd. He smiles, sweet and soft. Rare coming from him. His free hand ruffles the top of your head, and he brings you into his chest. “Babe, the hottest guy in your grade was intimidated by scrawny, pre-muscle bunny Jungkook. I’m pretty sure he feels some type of way towards you.”

Your lip wobbles dangerously, and you bite down on it to stop. Taehyung pats your head, barks at some old guy when he yells at the two of you for standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

When you’re outside your office, you speak again. “You were not the hottest guy in our grade, by the way.”

Taehyung snorts. “I totally was.”

—

You hideout for the rest of the week.

On Friday night, you finally have the balls to show yourself again, and you hop on the highway leading out of the city before you can overthink it. The buildings slowly melt away, replaced with cozier homes, tinier shops, and by the time you’re pulling up the street, you’re deep in doubt again.

It’s not that late yet, only a little past sunset, but the garage doors, usually open to the street, are all shut. You frown, pull around the block, reverse into a spot across the street. Locking your car, a gust of wind nearly trips you as you cross the street. The front office is dark, metal shutters pulled over the entrance.

Eventually, you stumble around until you find the tiny backdoor squeezed beside some dumpsters, grateful for the key Jungkook had given you so long ago.

Just as Taehyung predicted, a pair of red jumpsuit clad feet stick out from beneath a car. A nice car, an even older Corvette than Sojin’s dad’s, still shiny despite the model it is. It looks like a show car with the way it glints at you, black paint almost glossy. The only light in the entire garage is a lamp, positioned over the area where the legs are working, and a flashlight that occasionally beams at you when the holder loses his grip. No music today, just the hum of a rotating fan. You creep over.

Jungkook’s humming a song when you get to him, foot tapping idly on the ground. You suck in a deep breath and nudge his foot with the tip of your heel. You have exactly two seconds to jump away when he abruptly rolls out from beneath the car, concentrated features scanning quickly around until they land on you.

The garage is still, until Jungkook jumps into action. “___,” he stammers, stumbling to his feet. The rolling board drifts away, bumping into the corner of the metal table beside you. “Hi, um,” he flounders, brushing his fingers through his hair, palms wiping over the front of his pants. Finally, “hi.”

The bad bitch Chanel skirt-suit you’d worn today fails you for the first time in a long time. Your hands feel sweaty, so you clutch them behind your back. “Hi, Jungkook,” you exhale, and all the emotions you’d swallowed for so long, the feelings that tightened around your chest and throat like boa constrictors, come oozing out, until all you can see is his puckered mouth and twinkling gaze.

He coughs, tries to casually lean against the car, but greatly miscalculates the distance. “What, um, what brings you here?” He asks, foot tapping nervously against the ground.

There’s a box of takeout on the floor he tries to subtly kick beneath the car, and a plastic bottle of soda that makes a loud noise when he tries that too. You twist your lips, watching the anxious shuffling of his feet. You breeze over his question, plaster a tight smile into your face, and ask your own question; “how long have you been here?” Tentatively, you lower yourself onto a rolling stool. “It’s late,” you state the obvious.

Jungkook’s leg bounces, and he pats his hand over it nervously. “Um, an hour? Just working on something,” he answers, cheeks warm as his eyes flicker everywhere but you. “What brings you here?” He repeats, and you know you can’t deflect it this time.

Shrugging half heartedly, you wait for him to finally look at you. When he does, he almost looks away but the glint in your eye stops him from doing so. “We need to talk,” you finally say. Jungkook visibly deflates, lips pulling into a thin line. You contemplate letting him relieve his thoughts first, but you came here with a point to make, for questions that needed answering, and you’re scared one word from him will wash them all away.

“Listen,” you start, smoothing your hand over the edge of your skirt. “I know something weird happened between us, and then I kinda freaked out on you, but… I need you to tell me the truth.”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”

You swallow, try to push back the frustration that builds in his throat. “Did you ever even like Sojin?”

Jungkook blinks. “Huh?” A snort. “You’re joking,” he snickers, wipes at faux tears in the corner of his eyes, before your unsmiling face registers and he’s schooling his features. “___, I did like her. I dated her for five years. How could I not like her?”He says seriously, like he can’t believe you would ever question such a thing. 

You exhale, pick at your fingernails. “I met her,” you admit, and Jungkook’s face twists in confusion. “At the supermarket last week. She said you never liked her.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Of course she’ll think that—we’re exes. I doubt she remembers all our best memories,” he sighs, turning back to organize his tool cart like he’s done with this conversation.

Raising to your feet you call his name again, and he hums absentmindedly. “Sojin said you never liked her because you were always chasing after me,” you accuse, laying all your cards out on the table. Your claim startles him, and you watch as he jostles half the tool cart with his surprise.

“She, what?” He huffs, cheeks as red as his jumpsuit. He forces out a laugh, airy and tight like you’re starring in your elementary school play again and the nerves are eating him up. “I-I don’t know why she’d say that.”

He’s flustered, obviously so, as he scoops the metal tools back onto the cart, bumping into three other things before settling back down on the floor to roll under the car. He pushes himself under, and you sternly call out, “Jungkook.” He freezes.

You strut over, brush your hands behind your skirt as you crouch beside him. “Always,” you quietly remind him. Jungkook says nothing. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve grossly misread the situation, if this was just another one of her schemes to drive the two of you apart.

Slowly, Jungkook appears from under the car. There’s a new stain on his cheekbone, brown and slick. He sits up, wide eyes tracing over your features likes he’s trying to seal them in his memory. “Yeah,” he admits, lips twisting as he watches the surprise take your features, before he’s lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving you to stare at the column of his neck.

“I do,” Jungkook admits, pushing through his emotions. It’s hard for him to confess, you realize, watching the way his Adam’s apples contracts and his jaw twitches from having to say so. “I like you so much it hurts.”

His confession leaves you feeling weird. On one hand, you want nothing more than to spring yourself on him and kiss his face until the stray oil marks are gone and replaced with the outline of your lipstick prints. You want to smother him and hold him, let him know he’s yours, always has been.

On the other hand… it’s sad. Going on thirty years and never did the two of you guess your feelings for each other. You doubt either of you are good at hiding them, with the way everyone seems to have known except you two. Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

A hand touches your knee, and you return your attention to his downtrodden appearance, chin tucked against his chest. “Please,” he murmurs. “Say something.”

You say nothing.

Tentatively, you reach a hand out, run it along the side of his head, through his mane, chocolate waves touching his cheekbones. He almost looks like when you guys were kids, round eyes watching your every move. Your hand continues down the back of his head, cupping the nape of his neck comfortingly. Jungkook leans into the touch, even though his shoulders are tense. You soothe your fingers over the tight muscles in his neck.

“Since when?” You inquire.

Jungkook blinks, lets your palm trace along his jawline and cup his cheek. “Since you dated Taehyung when we were sixteen.”

Mentally, you curse every deity in existence for putting Kim Taehyung in your life. “God,” you groan, burrowing your hands in your palms. Jungkook, surprised by your reaction, rolls closer, moves around until you’re crouched between his long legs. “Since me and that pinhead dated for twenty minutes?” You repeat.

Jungkook shifts closer, rubs your back. “It was 65 hours, actually,” he corrects, and the exact duration of your relationship makes you cringe. “I… counted.”

Small and shy, almost embarrassed. You glance back up at him. “Why?” You prod, and Jungkook’s cheek flush, palm stilling.

“Uh,” he starts. “I was nervous? That you two were in it for the long run. And I, I don’t know. It was easier to just count,” he lamely finishes, and his dangly earring whips around with him when he avidly avoids your gaze.

You sigh, catch his hand in yours. “Tae and I would have never lasted,” you tell him, remembering all the times the guy made you pick him up from one night stands in the last few years. “He wasn’t who I wanted.”

His foot jumps, toe tapping against the wheel of the car next to you. He wants to ask, you know he does, but Jungkook was quite possibly the only other person on this planet who could overthink something more than you.

Deciding to ease his worries, you give his hand a squeeze. “It was you,” you confess, feel like an elephant lands straight on your chest. “It is you,” you correct.

His forehead knocks against yours, hard, and you hiss at the bump that probably forms. “What the fu—“

“Tell me it’s not temporary,” Jungkook pleads, eyes crinkled in worry. You’re going cross eyed from trying to look at him like this, so you flit your eyes off somewhere to the side. His hand is heavy in yours. “Tell me you’re not just doing this for closure, or because you want to see what it would have been like, please,” he begs, “that would be so fucked up, because I’m so in love with you I actually think I might die.”

The dramatic confession makes you painfully warm. You nod, your lower lip trembling at the way he looks at you, like you single-handedly controlled this entire world with a flick of your wrist. “I-I love you too,” you parrot back, the first time you’ve ever said it, the millionth time you’ve ever thought it.

Jungkook visibly relaxes, pulls away from you to drop his head on your shoulder instead. Your legs are starting to cramp from the tight crouching position, ankles wobbly in your heels. His hair smells good still, despite the hours he’s probably spent beneath a car, and you gingerly pat the back of his head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and you repeat it. “I love you,” he says again, and you repeat it. “I lov—“

“Me, yes, I’ve heard,” you cut him off, smile at the snort he releases, and when he turns his head, his lips brush against your neck. You’re instantly thrown back a few weeks, to that night on the couch with the limited edition Shrek 2 cups and the wine; the gentle touches that left you trembling for weeks. You inhale quickly, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away.

His eyes are too soft, face too relaxed as he stares at you. “My legs hurt,” you tell him, quickly getting up. You whirl around, facing the car and digging through your purse like you suddenly have something to do.

“Oh,” you gasp, watch two arms wind around your waist, the dirty red jumpsuit contrasting against the tweed material of your high-end Chanel jacket. Jungkook sighs lovingly by your ear, snuggles his face into your neck. “W-we should go out,” you blurt, nerves jumping when he squeezes tighter, burrows closer. “To celebrate!”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah?” His voice is too low. You’re in trouble. “Celebrate what?”

You squirm, breath catching in your throat when he presses you closer against the hood of the car. “Um,” you shakily exhale, hands splaying out over the sleek surface of the black hood to steady yourself. It’s so shiny you can almost see your reflection. “U-Us!” You finally manage to exclaim.

A kiss against the side of your neck, and your spirit just about exits your body. Your knees feel weak, and you're just about ready to throw another mediocre excuse his way, when something warm and wet traces up the column of your neck. “Kook!” You gasp.

“Shh,” he murmurs, deep voice instantly soothing over your nerves. His hips nudge against your behind, and you jump at the bulge that presses against your lower back. One hand unwraps from around you, gliding down your arm sensually until he’s trapping your fingers on the hood of the car with his own. A swift kiss against your ear. “You owe me, remember?”

You flush, remember the filthy promises your list-addled brain has spewed that night at your house, the almost erratic development of your thoughts as you became consumed in the thought of him. Reminisce on the prod of his fingers against your cunt, his hot breath against your ear.

Suddenly, Jungkook whirls you around, traps you with his gaze as two hands flutter to rest on the small of your back. He’s looking down at you with those lovesick eyes, hooded with lust as they trace over the dip of your Cupid’s bow. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” A soft brush of his mouth against yours, pouty lips guiding you through a kiss, until you’re sighing against him, and he’s pulling away.

Numbly, you nod, almost hypnotized by the soft smirk that overtakes his features as he pushes you down, watches you sink to your knees before him. The concrete feels cold and hard beneath your knees. His jumpsuit is knotted around his waist, and you shakily unravel it, the elastic waistband staring you in the face afterwards.

“Take your time,” Jungkook croons, hand coming to rest on the side of your face, knuckles brushing over your skin delicately.

You tug it down, and one flash of that underwear band has your nerves flying out the window. You shove his t-shirt out of the way, let your hands trail over the ridges of his abdomen in your haste. He helps you by tugging it over his head. With that gone, his black boxers stare you in the face, and you yank those down with no hesitation.

“Jesus, baby,” Jungkook chuckles, though it’s choked off when you grasp his engorged cock in his hand. You should be surprised, marveling at the sight, considering it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. But you brain is working overtime, too immersed in the vein that runs alongside it and the tip that throbs back at you. Later you can worship it, you think. Right now, you needed it down your throat.

The tip is flaming and swollen, his cock still growing plump in your hold, your hands slowly dragging up and down the length. You lean forward, press a gentle kiss below the mushroom head, trail kisses down the length until you're meeting your knuckles, and trail them back again. Jungkook sucks in a tight breath, leans to rest his palms on the car behind you, as he watches you on him.

A head of precum escapes, and you lunge for it, swirl your tongue in and around the slit on his cock, until his entire body tenses up. “Fuck,” he grunts, watches you ease his cock into your mouth. You groan at the stretch, the drag against the corners of your lips making your eyes roll backwards. “___, baby, a little more?” He asks, voice hoarse as he watches you sink down further on his cock.

You comply, close your eyes and focus on relaxing your throat. There’s a hand on the back of your head, impatiently pushing you down his length. “Shit,” he cries, unconsciously ruts against you. You gag, and he shushes you with a caress against your cheek. “Sorry,” he huffs, “just a little more for me, okay?”

Eyes squeezed shut tightly, you let him push you down until his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t take anymore. The prod against your throat has tears springing to your eyes. “Gonna move now,” Jungkook announces, thumb brushing away the tears that collect in the corners. “Be good.”

He drags himself out, your saliva coating every inch of him, and when just the tip is resting on your tongue, he shoves back in. You whimper, palms digging into his thighs. Jungkook brushes a hand down your hair, soothes you for all of two seconds before he’s pulling out and doing it all over again. He picks up the pace, loses himself in the feeling of your hot mouth around him, tongue dragging over his cock.

The feeling in your throat burns, each thrust of his hips against your mouth making your jaw more and more sore. But god, it feels good to have him so close, his scent swarming your sense, groans like music to your ears. You want to please him, want him to feel as good as you did at your place. You want it even more now that you know how he feels, know he’s probably thought about this before.

A brutal thrust has you gagging, throat contracting around his length. “Shh,” Jungkook sighs, the fingers buried in your hair flattening out to run over your head. “Doing so good for me, beautiful.”

You bask in the praise, let a hand flutter down to the apex of your thighs, pressing down to relieve some of the pressure. Jungkook groans, rolls his hips against you and keeps you there for a second. Your throat spasms, his dick pressed hotly against it, and you feel your panties grow embarrassingly sticky. Eventually, he draws back out.

“You like this?” He hums, rutting against you faster now, nose brushing against the sparse hairs on his pelvis with every slam of his hips. You nod around a gag, eyes clouding with tears, lips slippery with saliva and precum. One particular thrust is so hard, it nearly sends you knocking back into the car, Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head barely saving you. “Fucking hell,” he spits, “look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat, princess.”

You moan around him, feel a subtle twitch against your tongue before he’s pulling himself out. “Shit,” he cursed, pushing you away as he goes to grab his own dick in his hand, tugging at it like a madman. “Wh-Where?” He asks, and you stare dumbly at the sight of him playing with himself, almost don’t realize he’s asking you a question.

You take too long, scramble for words too long, and even if you did have one your throat is far too sensitive yo answer. Jungkook grows impatient. Pulling you closer by the collar of your Chanel suit jacket, tugging it open until the flimsy buttons snap, and the tank top you wore beneath comes into view. He aims the tip of his cock towards your sternum, and a few jacks later, he’s coming, cum spurting against your chest. You watch the cum trail down between the valley of your breasts, until the feeling comes to rest against the inside wire of your bra, sticky and gross, sliding along the underside of your boobs. “Shit,” Jungkook repeats, eyes furrowed over you.

Your knees ache, and you nearly trip when you stand up, steadying yourself against the side of the car. Jungkook seems to regain his sense by then, hand trailing around your waist. You meet his eye, and almost immediately turn away, the blood in your face rapidly rising.

Jungkook laughs. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, gets too close and your noses bump. “Sorry,” he smiles, too shiny and bright for the sinful acts you just committed in an auto shop.

“Put your dick away,” you huff, let him nuzzle closer to you, and when he doesn’t move to tuck himself into his pants, you go do it for him.

Jungkook frowns, swats your hand away. “This dick has places to be,” he informs you, and you scoff.

“Refractory period,” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Well I’m not exactly gonna stick it in you this instant,” he drawls. “Gotta stretch you out first.”

You go to complain, tell him he doesn’t have to over exert himself. Truthfully, with Jungkook you feel like one good session was enough to sustain you for weeks. After last time, your skin had flowed for an entire week. But then his hand is slithering up your backside, sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass.

There’s quickly drying drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, saliva from when he’d fucked your throat just a few moments prior, that he kisses away. His mouth slots over yours, and your heart and pussy both flutter at the kiss.

It’s gentle and sweet for all of ten seconds, his mouth moving against yours until you feel the wet press of his tongue against your bottom lip, tracing along until you open your mouth. He wastes no time shoving his tongue past your lips, letting it dance with yours as he pulls you closer, hands gripping the globes of your ass. You let him lick his way into your mouth, more and more saliva catching in the corners of your mouth until he’s pulling away with a wet pop.

He pulls away, doesn’t stray too far, proud smirk crossing his features at the sight of your slicked lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Huh?” You ask dumbly, tongue mindlessly swiping over your lips.

Jungkook’s eyes track the movement. “The saliva,” he clarifies. “The spit. You liked it at your place too,” he reminisces, moving in on you again. “Liked watching me slobber and spit all over your body. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You blush, discreetly rub your thighs together. “I-I do,” you admit, willing the warmth of your face away because at this distance he must certainly feel it.

Jungkook nods, doesn’t say anything else as he captures your lips a second time. He doesn’t bother with the gentle prodding anymore, jumping straight into tongue right away. He’s messier, letting his saliva coat your lips and drip down your mouth, and as messy as it is, you love it. You whimper when he pulls away, but gasp when his hand tugs at the hair by the nape of your neck, pulling you back until you’re looking up at him.

“Open,” he murmurs, and you do, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

It should be disgusting, the rev of his throat, the sound of his saliva collecting, and the way his jaw shifts when he’s got enough. It should be filthy, the way he shoots it down your open lips, the way it splatters against the back of your throat. It should be gross, but god do you love it. “Swallow,” Jungkook commands, and you do, feel his spit drip down your throat like it’s your own, whimpering at the feeling. A quirk of his lips. “Good girl.”

You have to bite down the pride that grows in your chest.

Jungkook’s hands continue their mapping out of your behind, eventually ending with a hard squeeze that has you squealing. Automatically, your back arches in surprise, breasts pressing against Jungkook’s chest. He smirks down at you.

“Bet you taste good,” he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Let me taste?”

“Please,” you beg, nearly losing your shit when he lifts you up onto the car, the cool metal making you jump, heel on your foot nearly kicking the side view mirror clean off. “Wait, Jungkook,” you sputter, glancing down at the sleek metal. “This is someone’s car.”

Jungkook ignores you, pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. His palms run up your legs, over your thighs, until they’re toying with the hem of your skirt. Mocha eyes glance up at you, as if daring you to question him again, so you promptly zip your lips shut. The skirt goes, ever so slowly, over your thighs, bunches up at your waist until he’s staring at your lace panties.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, nose faintly brushing against your skin. The kisses trail over your skin, until he’s hovering over your panties, and he’s staring like a man starved. He gives no warning, suddenly leaning down to press his mouth over your party-clad folds, nose flush against your clit. “Kook!” You squeak, hands flying to clutch at his hair.

Jungkook mouths at you, drags his tongue against your panties until they’re soaked in both your essence and his saliva, just how you like. A hand slithers around your leg, wrapping around until he’s got a firm grip on it that he uses to hold it open.

“J-Just take them off,” you gasp, squirm when his mouth moves towards your clit, lapping against you. “Please,” you cry.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook tortures you with those kitten licks, muted through your panties, until you’re begging him to stop, to take them off and do it right. He loves it, you can tell, dazzling smile peeking up at you every time you tug against his hair, until finally, he’s had enough.

The underwear comes off, dangling uselessly by your ankle, and then the show really begins.

“Wait,” you choke, head falling back against the hood of the car when he finally gets his mouth on you, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. The niggling reminder that this is some stranger’s car he’s eating you out on rings in your brain, and perhaps that’s what makes it more exciting.

His mouth is warm, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud like it’s candy and he needs the sugar. The sounds are so loud and wet, the squelching of your pussy every time he pulls off a pop that resounds throughout the garage. He pampers your clit for what seems like hours, switching the movements of his tongue every time he gets the chance until you’re quivering.

When you think he’s done, he’s not.

Fingers slide up your thigh, featherlight, as they reach your drenched cunt. They drag over your lips, and you mewl, feeling the muscles jump and tighten at his touches. “Jungkook, please,” you moan, rolling your hips against him, but it’s hard and everytime you move, you feel the sweat on your skin weigh you down, glued to the metal beneath you.

The first finger breaches you, just the tip of his index slowly wiggling inside. You muffle a moan in your palm, and Jungkook pulls away with a huff. “No hiding,” he warns, slowly lowering back to your cunt with a stern glare. You nod, but can’t help it when his second finger pushes its way in and you bite down on your knuckles.

“Oh,” You sob, body quivering as he begins scissoring his two fingers inside you. With your attention focused on the digits sheathed inside you, he pulls away from your clit, bestowing one final kiss against it that has your foot kicking out wildly. “Th-there.” His other hand catches your palm in his, presses it against the metal by your head.

Jungkook smiles, curls his fingers around until he finds the soft spot inside you that turns you to jelly. “There we go, beautiful,” he purrs, pushing himself to his full height, leaning over your trembling form. “So sweet for me,” he sighs, licks his lips like he’s remembering your taste.

“I'm gonna,” you choke, become hypnotized by the dark cloud in his gaze, the arrogant smirk on his lips. He curls his fingers, palm brushing against your abandoned clit. The touch makes you jump, nerves tingling.

“Cum for me,” he encourages, silky tone swarming your head as your pleasure slowly washes over you. It’s probably the most relaxed orgasm you’ve had in your entire life, his low voice and delighted eyes guiding you through it, until your entire body clenches, dissolving in a puddle of contentment. Your arousal surges around his fingers, trickling down onto the metal.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you pant, overwhelmed from the touches and the kisses. Jungkook’s smile gets swallowed by your greedy mouth, desperate for more kisses now that he’s made you feel like this.

The kisses only placate him for so long, and when he presses his body against yours, there’s an awfully hard cock that slides against your dripping cunt. “Think you can go again, gorgeous?” He murmurs against your jaw, nipping at the skin on the way down. You nod, eyes falling shut at the warmth you feel in your bones.

Jungkook kisses your neck one last time, before leaning back once more to line himself up.

This was a scene straight from your teenage fantasies, a dripping, shirtless Jungkook at full mast between your thighs, looking at you so lovingly. It makes your heart thunder, imagining how long you could have been doing this if you weren’t both so stupid. As if reading your thoughts, Jungkook rubs a palm over your thigh, eyebrow quirked. You nod his concern away, squirm closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your hole.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, moving his hands to your hips as he slowly pushes in. His fingers, bless their intentions, could have never prepared you for the size of Jungkook’s cock, thick and veiny as it pushes inside. You whimper, clawing at the hands on your waist that stop you from impaling yourself on it fully. “Waited so long for this.”

“Then fucking do it,” you beg, nearly pass out when he shoves in harshly at your tone. “J-Jung—“

“I got you, baby,” he assures you, jostles you until you’re flush against his cock, clit brushing against his pelvis. Your back arches, and Jungkook slips his arm around you, the other lingering on your waist.

Every subtle shift has him brushing along your swollen clit, and you sob at the sensation, begging him to move. He complies, changes his stance to make it easier, and finally begins thrusting into your throbbing pussy.

“So good,” he huffs, eyes zeroed in on where the two of you meet. You would have looked too, if your body hadn’t felt so completely boneless beneath him, the grinding of his cock sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So pretty and mine.”

“Yours,” you choke, heart swelling in your chest at his words. It’s almost animalistic, the way he ducks down to bite at your neck, like some animal staking its claim, and you like it. You like it because it’s all you ever dreamed of for so long. “Faster, Kook,” you urge, wrapping your arms around him.

He does as you say, slow and careful thrusts transitioning into a fast piston that would have had you bouncing out of his reach if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. “Fuck,” he chokes, lost in the way you clench around him, lips dragging against his cock with each thrust. “Baby,” he grunts, sweat trailing down his temple, eyes furrowed shut. Eventually, his head falls into the crook of your neck, his weight pressing down on you uncomfortably, subtle ridges on the hood making you ache. At this point, you’re too far gone to care. “All I ever wanted,” he gasps.

You could cry, right now and he’d pull out right away, big heart fretting over your emotional well-being. Which is exactly why you hold your emotions in, let yourself get fully immersed in the feeling of Jungkook pounding you against some stranger’s car and not the inevitable emotional crash you’ll have later.

He fucks like he’s waited all his life for this, and you guess he sort of has if what he’s saying is true. You have no doubt it is, and when his lips suck a mark against your neck, you feel like you’re in heaven. “Almost,” you pant, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Jungkook nods, his hair tickling your jaw and neck, as he picks up the pace. Your cunt swallows him up every single time, suctions him in until he’s shaking, and so are you.

It can only last for so long, your heart and body eventually reaching their peak, and you unravel. His arms are there to catch you, to pick up the pieces and hold you together. You want to cry, you really do, and when the coil in your stomach snaps, you finally do. “I love you,” you sob, and Jungkook shudders, glances at your tear-struck face to push himself off.

“Love you too,” he mumbles, grinds his cock against your spasming folds one last time, and comes mid-thrust, cum spurting inside you. He holds you, just like you knew he would, as you come down from your highs, hot breath fanning across your skin.

You feel warm, loved, and in love, body trembling in sensitivity afterwards. He’s pulled out since, soothingly rubbing a hand against your side. You’d like to say you wouldn’t be anywhere else, but one shift reminds you of where you are.

“Shit,” you groan, taking in your surroundings before letting your head fall back against the hood. Jungkook hums, round eyes looking your way. “We really just confessed and had sex on some stranger’s car.”

Jungkook snorts, leans away just the slightest to look you in the eye. He’s lost in thought, chocolate irises swirling as they drink you in. “Say thanks to Taehyung,” he finally says.

You roll your eyes, and when you shift beneath him, your sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably against the metal hood. “Yeah, let me thank Taehyung for dating me for three days and awakening your crush,” you huff sarcastically, resigning yourself to your new life stuck against the hood of some classic automobile from the 50s. Jungkook laughs, tucks himself back into his underwear. “Thanks Taehyung, for your noble sacrifice ten years ago that allowed me to fuck Jungkook on some stranger’s car—“

Jungkook hums, snuggles closer to you. “Tae’s car.”

“—after confessing our—Taehyung’s car?” You shriek, sitting up with the strength of three football players, Jungkook toppling off you. “Oh my god. No.” Jungkook rubs his elbow where he knocked it against the hood, looks at you with solemn eyes. Slowly, a smirk crawls over his features. “No,” you gasp, mortification crawling up your spine. “We didn’t.”

He tugs you off the car, tugs your skirt down when you wobble on unsteady heels. “Yup,” he says, pops the end of the word like a child. “Say hello to Taehyung’s new car!” He exclaims, patting the hood you just defiled. “Straight from the car auction he went to this morning,” he beams.

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands when you finally spot the puddles of... something on the black hood. “This is terrible.”

Jungkook ignores you, wipes up the mess with some napkins from his takeout bag, but there’s already some that's dried, only fueling your mortification. “Not like he’ll find out,” he shrugs, then narrows his eyes at you. “Or will he?”

“No!” You stutter, carefully rounding the car as if inspecting it for any more signs of the treacherous things you and Jungkook did on or around it. “I-I won’t tell him.”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook teases, settles on that rolling stool and pushes himself towards you. There’s a hand easing itself around your waist, tugging you between open legs. Still in shock, your hands flutter around his neck, muscle memory causing you to immediately begin massaging the skin there.

Jungkook sighs into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Too bad Jimin’s not here,” he sighs, and you visibly see his nose grow in arrogance. 

“What? Why should Jimin be here?” You ask, pushing your fingers against the knots in his neck. 

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed, one-eyed glare. He scoffs, “maybe you are as dumb ad Taehyung says.” And then, “hey!” when you tug his ear. He isn’t upset, just tugs you closer until his face is buried against your stomach. “You know country folk like him marry on the spot right?”

“What are you even saying,” you huff, burying your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back to properly look at him. “Why do you care who Jimin marries?” He doesn’t bother answering. 

Instead, Jungkook sighs into the touch, an easygoing smile thrown your way, and for a moment you forget about the trauma Taehyung will have when he inevitably learns about this. “This is the life.”

[xjoonchildx]

last call | jjk x reader

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.4K

synopsis: jeon jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you.

warnings: oral (female receiving), protected sex, jungkook thirst, excessive jungkook thirst, hello we’re talking about jungkook here -- there is a jungkook-sized amount of thirst, unsanitary use of a space designated for food and beverage

A/N: this fic is a commission for the @ficswithluv​ special project “Changes with Luv”. The awesome @dee-ehn​ made a donation to BLM for this fic and she asked for sexy times with long-haired JK with tattoos and dammit that’s what she’s gonna get.  Thanks so much for making the donation, this is a cool way for authors like me to pitch in for an important cause!

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Jeon Jungkook is the sexiest man in this city.

That’s not a matter of opinion, that’s an actual fact -- voted into law by you and the rest of the Council of The Thirsty after a night of downing shots at The Black Swan.  The four of you piled into the bar’s single-stall restroom to check lipstick and chat shit and it was decided, that was that.

The Black Swan is open long after the other nearby bars and restaurants have locked up for the night. After the tables have been cleared and the tips have been counted, it’s where just about everyone who works in the service industry in this part of town ends up for a post-shift nightcap. They’re drawn by the late hours and the strong drinks and, well --

Jeon Jungkook.

On any given night, his bar is packed with flirts -- men and women alike -- all hoping for just a taste of his attention.  You can’t blame them, really.  It’s far too easy to get lost in Jungkook’s massive, dark eyes, or that slow, confident smile.  And it’s far too hard to look away when he tucks an errant strand of inky hair behind his ear or when he rolls his sleeves up to reveal those toned forearms covered with tattoos.

Jungkook works his bar with the confidence of a man who understands his magnetism, a man who understands why people get sucked into his orbit and never want to leave. 

Suckers just like you.

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Jägermeister is totally fucking disgusting and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

You’ve just bellied up to the bar to grab a drink when Jeon Jungkook drops a shot of the foul shit right in front of you.  The look you give him is equal parts confused and revolted.

“What’s this?” 

“Oh, come on,” he teases with a smile, “You work at a bar.  Don’t tell me you don’t recognize a shot of Jäger.”

“Oh, I recognize it,” you tease back. “I just refuse to acknowledge it.  Who sent this to me?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes playfully, pulls another shot glass from under the bar and pours himself a shot of the dark, thick liqueur.

He holds it up in the air and waits for you to do the same.

“I did.”

Your eyebrows shoot sky-high in surprise.  Jeon Jungkook buying you a shot? 

You’re probably just in the right place at the right time, you reason. The lucky recipient of a free drink because he’s in the mood to get one, too.  

Or unlucky, you correct yourself -- looking down at the glass.  But one more look at Jungkook and you know there’s no way you’re going to refuse the offering.  

You’re picky, but you’re damned sure not stupid.

You raise your shot glass in the air and Jungkook looks pleased.

“Bottoms up,” he says, eyes twinkling.

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Something strange happens a few nights later.  

You’re seated at a high-top near the bar with your girlfriends when you hear Jungkook call something out across the room.  Your friends freeze, wide eyes and shocked stares focused on you for one awkward moment.

He says it again, this time louder -- and there’s no mistaking it.

It’s your name.

You ignore the frantic whispering of your girlfriends and stand up from your seat at the high-top to approach Jungkook’s bar.  He’s leaned over it, hands bracing the dark wood -- pen tucked neatly behind his ear.  His long dark hair is pulled back into a glossy knot, but one lock has fallen into his eyes.  

He looks insanely good -- but honestly, what’s new?

You clear your throat before you approach so you don’t croak your way through whatever comes next.  Spine straight, you get close, slide into a barstool and do your best to appear casual.

“What’s up?” 

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna threaten you with any more shots of Jäger,” he laughs, flashing his million-watt smile.  You smile back, hoping he can’t hear the holy shits and what the fucks flying at the table behind you.  “I’ve got something else for you tonight.”

“Okay,” you breathe, dazzled by the personal attention he’s bestowing on you.  “What’s on the menu?”

Jungkook reaches for two fresh shot glasses and pulls a heavy amber bottle from the well behind his bar.

“Grand Marnier,” you answer for him, watching as he pours you both a shot.  “An upgrade from Jäger, that’s for sure,” you tease.

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the most goddamned adorable way possible.  “I figured this might be more your speed.”

Figured how? As far as you know, he doesn’t know a thing about you -- apart from the fact that you usually drink a vodka tonic.

And your name, apparently.  How does he know your name, anyway?

“Cheers,” he says in that low, sexy voice, and you shiver.

“Cheers,” you agree, tongue swiping at the taste of the sweet liqueur on your lips.  

Jungkook’s eyes darken for a split-second and heat creeps up your neck.

“So, um -- how do you know my name?”

You can thank the alcohol for giving you the courage to ask.  Sober you wouldn’t be nearly so forward.

Jungkook shrugs.  “I’ve seen it on your credit card.”

“Ah,” you smile.  “Well, thanks, again.  Next time, I’ll be the one buying, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” he grins.

But as you’re walking back to your table something dawns on you.  

You turn and head back to the bar.

“Hold on a second,” you say, eyes narrowed at Jungkook.  “I’ve never paid with a credit card here.  I always pay my tab in cash.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs -- and fuck if the slow smile that spreads across his features doesn’t make your panties wet right then and there.  

“Is that right?”

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“Jeon Jungkook wants to fuck you.”

“For the love of God, Tifa,” you hiss, ducking your head.  “Keep your voice down.  Jungkook and every last one of his ancestors can hear you when you’re talking that loud.”

Tifa shrugs, unbothered.

“I said what I said,” she sniffs, checking for non-existent dirt under her nails.  “You see any of us getting free shots from The Golden One? Or any of the other women in here, for that matter?”

Well, she’s kind of got a point there, doesn’t she?

You have no idea why you seem to have captured Jeon Jungkook’s attention, but you’re not going to question it, that’s for sure. You’re going to enjoy your good fortune while it lasts.

“He’s being nice,” you argue, and even you aren’t buying it the second the lame deflection comes out of your mouth.  Tifa rolls her eyes.

“You know what else would be nice? Getting dicked down by the hottest man in town.  Wouldn’t that be nice?”

You sigh.  

It would be, actually.  The part of your brain that entertains such outlandish fantasies has been working overtime these days, imagining exactly what that would be like.  Imagining the body that lies underneath that sinfully fitted shirt and the almost-too-tight-but-not-quite jeans.  

Jungkook certainly walks and talks and moves like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing in bed.  You’d love nothing more than to know if there’s any truth to that theory.

You chance a glance over your shoulder, back to the bar -- and Jungkook is deep in conversation with a patron.  She’s leaning over the bar, practically throwing herself at the man, but he looks away from her to catch sight of you.  His picture-perfect face breaks into a wide smile and you break into a sweat.

“See what I mean?” Tifa asks, brow raised when you turn back to face her.  “The man is trying to fuck you.  I’ll be right here after he does, waiting to say I told you so.”

You sputter a laugh into the rim of your glass.

“We’ll see about that, T.”

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Nothing ruins the end of a night of drinking quite like last call.

All the fun screeches to a halt when the house lights come on.  No one looks good under the harsh fluorescents that hum to life as tabs are being paid and drinks are being slammed and tables are being wiped -- no one.

Well, no one except for Jeon Jungkook, of course.

He’s in the weeds tonight -- trying to settle tabs for at least twenty people all trying to cash out at the same time.  He nods in your direction to confirm he’s seen you, that he’ll get to you -- that eventually you’ll get your chance to pay.

So you wait.  And wait.

The crowd starts to thin as Jungkook closes tabs at top speed -- tip jar flush with obscene amounts of cash.  No one tips better than people who make a living on them -- and tonight is no exception.  From what you can tell it’s been a good night for Jungkook.  

Hell, every night is probably a good night when you’re Jeon Jungkook.

You sip what’s left of your vodka tonic and scroll through your phone while you patiently wait for your turn -- then promptly lose track of time.

How long have you been sitting here? 

It’s only when your ears pick up on the echo in this place that you look up from the screen.  Jungkook is cashing some guy out -- and as you take a look around you realize this guy must be the last person in this place. 

Correction -- you are the last person in this place, or at least you will be in about thirty seconds. 

Your pulse picks up as Jungkook wraps the transaction and sends the guy out the door with a friendly wave.  You’re definitely the only two people left in The Black Swan now, no doubt.

“So uh -- ” you drag the sound out on a nervous breath, “ -- I still need to pay my tab.”

Jungkook flips the house lights back off before sauntering to your end of the bar, wearing his most dangerous smile. He dries his hands with the towel at his waist then sets it aside.

“Your tab was paid hours ago.”

Oh.

“Because you paid it,” you say slowly, forcing yourself to drag your eyes from the man’s muscled thighs and trim waist to his flawless face.  Your heart stops a bit at the smirk you find when you finally get there.

“Yup.”

You grab for what’s left of your vodka tonic and slug it down.  

Jungkook laughs.

“You want me,” he says, fingers working the top buttons of his fitted shirt open.  You watch with wide eyes, so distracted by the action that you barely process what he’s said.

“Wait, what?” you ask in a daze.

“You want me,” he repeats casually, like it’s no big deal.  His fingers stop only a few buttons down, the tease -- but he chooses that same moment to pull his hair out of the loose knot he’s been wearing all night.  The dark strands fall into his face and you stare like a moron.

“What makes you say that?” you ask, weakly.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jungkook teases.  “My vision is 20/20.  My hearing is pretty good, too -- though it would be pretty hard not to overhear the things you and your friends say about me.”

Dammit, Tifa, I told you to keep your voice down.

“Yikes,” you murmur on a shaky laugh.  “That’s embarrassing.”

“Doesn’t have to be,” he says with no hesitation.  “‘Cause I want you, too.”

You pull back from the bar so far, your stool nearly tips over. Jungkook waits for you to right yourself in amused silence.  Then he waits for you to speak.

“I’m, I  -- “ you sputter, searching for things like words and thoughts.  Jungkook’s brows lift as he awaits whatever is on the other end of that sentence.  “ -- I think I need another drink.”

Jungkook winks before reaching down to pull glasses from under the bar.  He sets a brown bottle with a familiar orange label down beside them.  You hold your breath when you see him walk out from behind the bar to slide into the stool next to yours.

“Fireball,” you say thickly, watching him pour the cinnamon liqueur into the shot glasses.  He nods, handing you your glass.

“Think this will help?” he asks, smiling wickedly.  

“No way to know but to do it,” you smile back.

You clink the glasses together before draining them.

You can almost feel the alcohol working its way through your veins.  The warm burn of it starts in your throat, slides low into your belly and spreads out through your arms and legs.  

“Think that did the trick?” he asks in a low voice, dark eyes fixed on your every move.  He leans closer.

“I don’t know,” you admit. He’s close enough now you can smell the warm cinnamon on his breath.  Between the booze and the hormones, you’re starting to feel a little reckless.  “That depends.  Are you trying to fuck me in this bar?”

“Absolutely,” Jungkook deadpans.  You suck in a breath.

“Then I think we’ll probably need one more.”

Jungkook chuckles as he refills your glasses.  His eyes glint with unconcealed mischief when you knock the second round back.  This time, the warmth that spreads down your throat seems to pool between your thighs.

You dip the pad of one finger into the remnants left in the shotglass, emboldened by the buzz you can feel coming on.  Jungkook watches rapt as you slip it between your lips.  You are weightless and shameless by now, more than prepared for the moment he slips two fingers under your jaw to tip your mouth up towards his.  

He tastes like the pleasant spice in the alcohol and he smells like sweat and bodywash and your senses are overwhelmed.  Your fingers dive right into his hair, desperate to feel the silky strands between your fingertips.

“Fireball was a good idea,” Jungkook groans between kisses, hands going to your back to pull you close.  You stand out of your barstool to position yourself between his thighs.  “I like the way you think.”

He pulls away to tug at the hem of your shirt. 

“Take this off,” he orders with a quiet authority that makes you desperate to comply. His eyes are heavy-lidded; glued to the nipples pebbling underneath the thin cotton.  You cross your arms across your body and lift the shirt over your head.

Jungkook doesn’t bother to take your bra off.  You jolt with surprise when he surges forward, mouth seeking the skin peeking out of the soft cups.  He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses across the heated flesh before leaning low to graze the outline of one nipple.  You jerk at the sensation -- at the way his lips and tongue and teeth make the fabric rub against the straining buds.

“Oh, God,” you hiss, “That feels good.”

Jungkook pushes the straps of your bra off your shoulders, eyes dark and focused when your breasts spill out of the cups and your nipples are exposed to the cool air in the bar.  You shudder.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, touching his tongue to your nipples now without a barrier.  You allow yourself to run your fingers through his hair again, anchoring yourself to him to keep steady in the onslaught.

It’s bad manners that you haven’t pulled yourself together enough to thank him for the compliment, but how can you be expected to think straight when his teeth are scraping against your nipples? 

Jungkook pauses to look up at you -- eyes smoldering, lips swollen with use -- and you squirm in his hold.  “You should take these jeans off,” he whispers, fingers slipping into the belt loops. He tugs at them gently. “I wouldn’t want them to get wet.”

Oh honey -- that ship has sailed.

You nod slowly and Jungkook leans back in his stool, eyes hooded as you unbutton the denim, slide it down your legs and step out of it.  

“You gonna take any clothes off, or am I the only one stripping tonight?” you tease, shivering at the loss of his body heat. 

A slow smile spreads over his face. “We’re getting to that, I promise.”

He reaches across the bar for the bottle of Fireball and your mouth falls open in surprise.

“Wait, are you gonna -- “

“Yeah,” he cuts in, dripping the cool liquid onto your breast.  His lips swipe at the liqueur that spills over your nipple and you groan out loud.  “I own this bar,” he teases, his warm tongue a stark contrast to the cold alcohol.  “I can do whatever I want in here.”

You certainly can.

He drips more of the liquid onto a nipple and watches with satisfaction as it slides down your skin.  He laps at the cinnamon taste as his hands roam the sensitive skin of your stomach and down to the band of your panties.  Your breath hitches in your chest.

“I can do whatever I want on here, too,” he smirks, nodding at the bar.  You laugh.

“You’re the boss, right?”

“Exactly,” Jungkook winks, before his hands drop to your waist. His grip is firm as he helps lift you on to the bartop. 

You brace your hands against the wood and watch as he slips his fingers under the satin seam of your panties.  In this position, you have a front-row seat to what is sure to be the hottest sexual experience of your life.  Jungkook’s brows knit in concentration and his tongue swipes across his lips as he pulls your soaking panties away from your legs.  The sight of him preparing to debauch you on top of his bar alone could make you come.

He steadies you with firm hands to either side of your hips before dipping his head down to test your taste with a light flick of his tongue.  You buck in his grasp and he muffles his laughter against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.  “You’re not allowed to fall off of my bar,” he teases.  “Agreed?”

“Agreed,” you laugh, fingertips gripping the bartop for dear life.  

Jungkook pulls his mouth away from your aching center and you damned near whine at the loss of his warmth.  But in a split-second he’s back, and so is the Fireball.  

“Just a little,” he rasps, tipping the bottle to the side.  You hiss as the frigid liquid seeps down into the crux of your thighs.  Jungkook purses his lips and blows a puff of air against you, sparking an intense tingling sensation and earning a loud whimper.  He’s satisfied with your response, if the look on his face is any indication  --  but his wicked smile disappears from view when he lowers his mouth to your center again.

“Fuck,” you gasp, head dropping back between your shoulders. “God, that feels good.”

“Tell me what it feels like,” he whispers, slipping one long, calloused finger into your channel.  The added sensation makes you whine when he swipes his tongue against your clit.  

“Like --,” you gasp and try again to formulate a thought. “Like fire and ice.”

He hums his approval of that assessment right into your cunt and you nearly break your promise not to fall off his bar.  Your arms are shaking with the same tension that is building between your legs. Jungkook pulls back to drip more of the Fireball onto your sensitive center and you shudder.

The alcohol burns a bit, a pleasant pain that is somehow heightened by Jungkook’s warm, wet mouth.  He doesn’t rush, seemingly content to take his time as you slowly come undone. 

“I’m so close,” you whimper, elbows threatening to buckle underneath you.  Jungkook finally picks up the pace, tonguing you deep as your thighs tighten in anticipation.

“I can feel how bad you want to come, sweetheart,” he goads, finger crooking inside of you, stimulating that spot that makes you feel like you can’t see straight.  “Do it.”

The moans Jungkook pulls from you in those final seconds are made all the more obscene by the echoing inside this empty bar.  Every muscle in your body tightens and then melts as your orgasm hits with the intensity of a freight train.  Jungkook seals his mouth over your cunt to capture the wetness he’s earned, prolonging the sensations, prolonging your moans. 

It takes a moment for the roar in your ears to subside, for your ability to focus to return.  When you can hear and see and think again, you look back down to the space between your thighs and find Jungkook wearing a look of utter satisfaction.

“Believe it or not, that’s the first time I’ve eaten pussy on top of my bar,” he teases, dimples emerging as his lips quirk into a smile.  “How has your service been tonight?”

“Pretty good,” you taunt, a lot ballsier with a few shots and an orgasm under your belt.  “Would be a hell of a lot better if my bartender would take his clothes off.”

Jungkook feigns a wounded look as his fingers work the rest of the buttons on his shirt open to reveal a tight white tank underneath.  He pulls that overhead and reveals the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long.  Whatever you’d imagined was lying underneath those clothes pales in comparison to the real thing.  His body looks cut from stone, his smooth skin the perfect canvas for the tattoos that run across his arms and onto his chest.

“Better now?” he chuckles.

“Not yet,” you say, savoring the power of your position on the bar.  You watch his one-woman striptease with the hint of a smile on your lips.  “The jeans have to go.”

“Bossy,” he mocks, fingers unbuttoning the dark denim.  Your jaw drops about the same time the jeans do.

“Well,” you laugh, slipping down off of the bar to stand in front of him.  “Your review has just improved.”

He smiles into the kiss you plant on him as your fingers snake between you to wrap around his cock.  He thrusts firmly into the tight grasp of your fingers as his tongue delves deep into your mouth.  He sucks in a breath when your thumb teases as the moisture gathered at the tip of his cock.

“My cock is gonna explode if I don’t bury it between those thighs,” Jungkook groans and you shudder from head to toe.  “Turn around for me.”

You do as you're told, turning away from him to brace your weight against the bartop.  You can see Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror that lines the back wall of the bar.  You watch as he grabs a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and makes quick work of rolling it down his thick length.

He presses the length of his warm body against yours, and you tense when the blunt head of his cock teases your entrance.  One hand lines up his cock and the other grips the soft skin of your hip.  He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror and your knees almost give out when he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Let me in, sweetheart.”

You arch back just as he sinks inside -- going to the hilt in one firm stroke.  

“Shit,” he groans between gritted teeth. “Fuck, that’s a tight fit.”

“Oh, God --” you gasp as he begins to rock against you.  After a few languid strokes he sets a steady rhythm, hips smacking against your ass with the force of his thrusts.

He leans over you, bracketing you in with one arm braced on the bar while the other helps guide your hip.  Your eyes fall closed and your head drops forward as you push back against him, rendered boneless by the thick slide of his cock.  The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes loud in the empty bar.

Jungkook leans down to take your earlobe between his teeth and you whimper.

“Look at me,” he orders in a whisper.  “Open your eyes.”

Your eyes snap open to find Jungkook’s reflection and the sight nearly makes you come undone for a second time.  His damp hair is falling into his face, body covered in a sheen of sweat and his mouth is curled into a dangerous smile.

“That’s it,” he murmurs when your eyes meet in the mirror.  “I want you to see how good you’re getting fucked.”

Your rhythm falters at his provocation but Jungkook refuses to let either of you get off track.  He drops both hands to your hips and begins pounding into you with relentless strokes, huffing a laugh when you squeak in response.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he groans, thrusts going frantic.  “Can you come for me again?”

You nod -- completely out of words -- reaching one hand down to the aching button between your thighs.  Jungkook pulls your body back against his, angling deeper into your aching cunt at the same time your shaking fingers manage to apply a light pressure to your clit.  

That’s all it takes.

You come apart a second later and Jungkook pulls your hair back to expose the column of your throat as he rides you through it.  His teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of your neck as his own orgasm starts to ignite.

His fingers grip your hips so hard you’re certain there will be bruises in the morning.  But it’s worth it -- so damned worth it when you get to watch Jeon Jungkook come undone for you.  You’ve never seen anything sexier than Jungkook with brows knit in utter concentration, mouth slack with pleasure and coming for you.  Inside of you.

 You lean against the bar, legs like noodles as he comes down from his high and seconds later, he’s slumped over you, body lax against yours.

“Hey,” he says after a moment of silence, as you’re catching your breath.  He leans his chin against your shoulder.

“Yeah?” you manage, craning your head to face him.

“Come back tomorrow and we can break open my bottle of Goldschläger.”

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You wake with an ache between your temples and an ache between your legs. 

The pounding in your head is your punishment for drinking way more than you should have last night.  

The pleasant soreness lingering between your thighs is an entirely different story.  That’s the only souvenir you get to keep to commemorate the best sex of your life.  And it’s not going to stick around.

You roll over in bed and reach for your phone.

Tifa picks up on the first ring.

“I’m not even going to play the game with you, girl,” she says, in lieu of a proper greeting. “I just wanna know how it was.”

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[casnextdoor]

Hi love!! Dropping this here because I can't seem to get it out my head. But I need a drabble and you're the best person for it rn. Tattoos. I need absolute focus on tattoos. Gimme sweet loving aftercare where member x reader reminisces tattoos, why that tattoo, and traces their fingers! lips! bodies! against each other during the aftersexiness. Have fun 😉

let the record show that she sent this in a little while ago and i am just getting around to writing it !

warning; mention of sex, slight possessiveness, jk is a lil jealous but not over the top, mention of tattoos and piercing (one)

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His hands were gentle. Soft in the way he touched you; a stark contrast to the way he took you just moments earlier. His words were nurturing, wrapping you in a verbal blanket of comfort. You couldn’t help but smile at the code switch, remembering how just moments ago you were his dumb little slut. Jeon Jungkook was something else.

His fingers traced lightly over the cluster of black roses inked into the skin of your thigh, following the curve of your ass and hip, stopping at your waist. He was there the night you got it on a whim. He remembers you promising that he could color it in with markers when the swelling went down. He remembered the way your face contorted in pain and the way you squeezed his hand tightly. He remembered watching the tattoo artist rub vaseline on it, mesmerized by the way the skin rippled under the artist’s touch. He remembered the way he took you in the back seat of his car for what felt like hours. He especially remembered the swell of pride that set off in his chest as he watched you limp around the house in a pair of his boxers.

Next was the Japanese kanji tattoo on the arch of your spine dragging all the way up to in between your shoulder blades. He hummed in recognition as he traced the tattoo he’d touched thousands of times before.

“Baby, what’re you doing?” Your eyes were closed and you were curled into his side, enjoying the post-nut clarity and the musky glow that remained after a beautiful night. He smiled fondly, watching you mindlessly do the same thing he was just doing.

“Reminiscing, my love. Do you remember when you got this?” His fingers continued their tracing, writing out the lines of the kanji from muscle memory.

You smiled a little. Remembering well the way Jungkook had stared, threateningly, at the tattoo artist the lower he went down your back. You remembered the little threats he whispered, as if you couldn’t hear him. You remembered him making you take your shirt off and wear his jacket backwards out of the shop so you wouldn’t irritate the swollen skin.

“Of course I remember. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself afterward. Had to pull over into an abandoned gas station.” He remembered clearly, having had his way with you on the hood of his car. Seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Jungkook; tattoo then car sex.

“Mm, I got my birth year tattoo the next day.” He grimaced at the memory, making you laugh loudly into the crook of his neck. His skin heated up in embarrassment, but his grimace quickly became a smile at the sound of your glee.

“In my defense. I forgot I made the home call to get it matching with the guys, so when they showed up, I was a little surprised.” The memory of BamBam, Mark and Yugyeom showing up late the next afternoon for their home call tattoo appointment, to find you bare and sprawled out on the fur surface rug, a black silk sheet stopping just above your ass, giving them the perfect view of your newest piece of body art.

You remember a loud collection of gasps and Jungkook yelling woke you up from your sleep, only to be thrown into a loud fit of laughter at Jungkook whose arms were flailing animatedly at his friends.

“Baby,” He had said, “Please wrap the sheets around you and go put clothes on.” He had sounded defeated and disappointed in himself, so you wrapped the sheet around your body, past him with a kiss and when he’d seen you again, you were fully clothed. Still, you’d sat in his lap his entire appointment, ignoring the possessive arm that hung loosely over your legs.

“It's okay, my love. Pussy slapped the memory out of your brain.” Jungkook only laughed and continued his tracing.

He had worked his way up your back, across your arm, over your neck, where you had the word Euphoria tatted in a fancy cursive, up your throat and stopped at your lips.

He traced the curve of your lips, thumb pressing down a bit on your cupid's bow, where a little sapphire jewelry piece sat, beautifully.

When his finger came around to your bottom lip, he pulled down, giving him a perfect view of what he was looking for.

Jungkook .

It was small and written in his handwriting. He’d licked this very piece of ink more times than he could really imagine but seeing it, reminded him that you were his. It reminded everyone that you were his. That you belonged to Jeon Jungkook just as much as he belonged to you. Hearing you say it wasn’t enough. He needed to see it. And maybe that was selfish. Because he knew that you would do anything to prove yourself to him. But he demanded anyway, and like the good little girl you were, you’d gotten it done without a second thought.

He let his hand drop to your neck, squeezing just a bit before speaking.

“Who do you belong to?” He’d pulled you closer by your neck, lips lightly skimming yours, keeping them just out of your reach.

“You.”

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 22

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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My fist hits the boxing bag, moving the whole thing forwards while making the chains that hold it sound loud. I only stop after I hear Melanie cheer me up on my back.

After overthinking all these days being closed inside my house and only leaving it to go grocery shopping or to work, I decided to join them in one of their kickboxing classes. And I'll say they were right, I needed to do this.

—I don't wanna be the person that made you so mad —Soo jokes.

If only she knew it was her brother.

It's been a week since we argued. No calls, no messages, nothing. He totally disappeared after everything that happened the last time we saw each other, which leads to me not knowing anything about him.

Even if I don't really blame him for keeping some distance, I'm still annoyed over the fact that Jungkook didn't try to reach out to me. And if he's waiting for me to take the first step and call him first, he'll die waiting.

—Yeah, you've looked off these few days —unlike our two other friends, Tammy keeps her serious expression—. Is everything alright?

Obviously I can't tell them I'm pissed because of Jungkook. Not only because we both agreed that no one should know about our thing, but because I don't want to deal with the amount of questions that would come right after me opening my mouth.

—It's nothing —I answer, my breath shaking because of the exercise I pushed my body to—. Just a lot of stress lately.

—If you need to talk about it, do it —Soo gives one final punch to the boxing bag—. I love a good rant.

Both Melanie and Tammy encourage me to speak. And while they're at it, I try to think of a way to tell them what's going on without giving out any details about Jungkook or our deal.

—I met someone, weeks ago —I start—. Thing is, I like spending time with him, and I thought he also did. But the other day we argued because of something he said, and it's been a week since I last heard of him.

—Oh, that boy ain't showing up ever again —Tammy gets scolded by Melanie right after saying that.

—Most probably he doesn't know how to address the situation —Soo mentions—. Men are like kids, so it's a matter of time until he decides to reach out to you —she shrugs—. If he likes you, he'll come back. And if he doesn't come back, fuck him.

—If it was his fault, he'll eventually talk to you and will try to make things up —Melanie continues—. Either way, don't text him first. Like Soo said, if he cares and wants to solve things, he'll try to talk to you.

—And if he doesn't, he isn't worth it —Tammy stands next to Melanie—. If you ever just happen to see him, ignore him. He doesn't deserve your attention if he isn't able to own his mistakes.

It isn't hard for me to understand they're right. I've been thinking the exact same way since he decided to leave my house last time we were together, and that's exactly why I haven't texted him yet and why we haven't seen each other for a week.

I must be missing him a lot though, because not only I can't stop thinking about him, I also see him everywhere. But I know it must be something other than just my brain, because he's looking way too beautiful to be an illusion. And Soo confirms that when she smiles and waves at him.

The moment Jungkook's eyes lie on me, I feel the need to hide under a rock. It's the first time in seven days that we see each other, and it has to be at my worst, when I'm sweating, out of air, and probably my face is red because of the exercise I'm not used to. Meanwhile, he's looking all hot and fresh with that black tank top and a pair of gym shorts that fall neatly over his knees. For one fast second I think he must've cut his hair, but he turns his head to the trainer when a loud "Jaykay" comes out of his mouth. He has his -still purple- hair collected with a hair tie.

Life's so unfair.

—Guys, get in pairs —our trainer screams, interrupting his chat with Jungkook.

Melanie and Soo get together, and move to one of the boxing bags somewhere in the room; Tammy has totally disappeared as I turn, and it doesn't take me long until I find her giggling with her gym crush -she wasn't lying when she said she'd dump me for a cute boy.

I'm trying to find any other girl that could be free, but all of them have come with friends and are already in pairs. Turning on my feet, I see a not mind-blowing handsome but cute guy walking to me, although he suddenly stops and walks in the opposite direction again. At first, I think it could've been my resting bitchy face doing the bad work, but I realize he was looking over my shoulder.

Even if I'm not looking at him, I feel his presence on my back as he moves and throws his boxing gloves on the floor before he walks to me again. And suddenly, my hair free falls on my back. But it doesn't take much for him to hold it all up and style it on a messy bun.

I hate how the hair on my nape and forearms lift just with his touch. I can't stand the way my body reacts whenever he's close to me.

—What are you doing? —I turn to him, once he's done— Your sister is there.

—They all are busy with their things —he walks back to his gloves.

Anyway, I turn to them, just to find Melanie's and Soo's backs facing me while they're practicing. And, on the other side of the room, Tammy is too busy trying to win that guy over.

I turn again to face him. Big mistake. That full sleeve tattooed arm, combined with the red and black boxing gloves covering his hands is making my mind go places.

—I'm not doing this with you —I assure him, as soon as I see him walking to me.

—Too bad I'm the only one free.

—Then I'll change partners with someone —I look around.

Jungkook's soft voice draws my gaze back to him. It's the way he calls my name with such peace and how his eyes are desperately looking for some type of cooperation on my side that almost makes me forget what happened. Almost.

I move to the boxing bag when he steps closer to me. Am I avoiding him? Yes. And I don't care if he's aware.

—We need to talk about what happened —he throws the first punch, making my body move with it.

—Do we? —I cut him off— Because I don't think we have anything to talk about when you disappeared for a week.

I'm annoyed enough to let my tongue run with whatever it wants. After giving his second punch, he rolls his tongue through his cheek, and tilts his head before he tries to speak again. But he decides to keep his mouth shut, and go back to doing the exercises we were supposed to be doing.

Although we are silent, the tension is obvious. I keep my eyes on him all the time, waiting for his words although I said myself I didn't want to hear him; and Jungkook keeps looking at me through his eyelashes, groaning with every hit of his fist until we change places.

—I wanted to call you —he assures me.

That only makes me scoff, while waiting for the excuse he's going to come up with right after.

—What was it? You lost your phone? Broke it? —I change my position, so I can kick the boxing bag.

—I was embarrassed.

That statement makes me stop for a second, just to look at him and find him fixing his gaze on me, with a genuine expression showing off he was, in fact, embarrassed. He seems ashamed right now just to be remembering it, by the way he keeps biting the inside of his lip.

—I'm sure you're used to being an asshole like that —I go back to my punching and kicking exercises.

—Not with you though. And I didn't know how to reach out to you after I behaved like that —he sighs—. You had every right to be pissed off that night. I was a douche, that comment was...

—Disgusting? —I gasp— It was. And don't try to say you didn't feel every single word. You said it because you were annoyed, I get it, but that doesn't change the fact that somewhere, in the back of your head, you don't think those words aren't true.

—I never said I didn't believe those weren't true —I bite my lip, trying to understand what kind of fucked up apologize this is—. The wording was fucked up because it came up as an attack to you, but would you be really looking in my direction if you had more choices?

Is he kidding? You'd have to be blind to avoid looking in his direction even if there were millions of choices. But I understand what he means, I guess. This deal brought us together. If it hadn't been for this, we probably wouldn't be talking except for the fact that we are in the same circle of friends. And I could ask him the same question, but he does have different choices. And still gave up on them.

Where is he even trying to go with this conversation?

—It doesn't change the fact that you were offensive for no reason —I face him.

—I didn't mean it that way. I... —when I look at him again, he's struggling to find the right words— I'm sorry about what I said.

I don't answer him, instead I go back to giving several punches on the boxing bag, until one of those punches goes straight to his stomach. Jungkook's surprised by the sudden attack, yet it seems like I've hit a wall by how he shows no pain.

—This conversation isn't over —I assure him—. Don't think everything is set and done only because you apologized.

He smirks at my comment, nodding before we switch positions again. It's unbelievable how a few words have made all the tension disappear and turn it into playful smiles and sneaky glances.

I take longer than the girls to get in the shower. Actually, I wait until everyone in the locker room has either left or is inside the individual showers. I feel weirded out and unsure of getting naked in front of so many people, even if they're of the same sex, and that's exactly why I've been messing with my phone, fully clothed, until the room was empty and silent.

Not for long though.

Asshole: Can I come to your place?

I think it through, and I know it's a bad idea. For some reason, he feels way too comfortable in my house, and that's exactly why I suggest we meet at his place instead. He responds with a silly thumbs up GIF before he disconnects.

✸ ✸ ✸

I know meeting up at his place is a bad idea as soon as I see myself waiting downstairs, moving back and forth unsure of whether I should leave or go up to his place. I'm falling for my own trap right now, yet I need answers from him. He wanted communication, and it's what we are going to do right now.

Jungkook looks nervous when he opens the door for me. I've been here before, yet it seems like it's the first time I'm around. And in a way, it's like that. I'm not here for the deal, I'm here because we need to talk, we need to let each other know what's going on through our heads to be able to continue everything where it was. It's been a long week.

—Do you want something to drink? —he asks, pointing to his back, towards the kitchen counter.

As I shake my head, he drops his hand to his side and lets his body fall to the black leather sofa. Aware that I'm still standing, he pats the free place next to him. And I take the invitation, walking to that spot under his attentive gaze.

I play with my fingers on my lap, moving one thumb over the other as I try to think of a way to start the conversation. It'd be a good thing if I knew where to start exactly.

—I crossed the line the other day —I nod, confirming what he's saying—. And hiding for a week didn't make it any better.

—No. Because it seemed like you didn't care —I look at him, but he avoids my eyes—. It felt like I was the one who had to go after you to make things up.

—I didn't know how to do it —he scratches the back of his head—. I didn't know how to properly reach out to you after that night. I wasn't sure if texting you out of nowhere or going to your place would be invasive.

—But coming to the training wasn't? —I lift my eyebrow.

—Was it that obvious I went because of you?

Pressing my lips together, I nod. I'm sure he's pretty well into boxing to the point that he wouldn't join a random training, that allows people like me -that hasn't done boxing once in their life.

—I rather train by myself —he sighs—. But Soo told me you were going, too. I saw the chance, and I took it.

—So your plan was to come to the training, and?

—Apologize —he finishes.

—Right —I move my gaze, losing it somewhere on my lap—. You know, I wasn't annoyed because of the jealous act. That pissed me off, but not because you were jealous, but because you feel like you're free to meet up with someone, yet that same rule doesn't apply to me. I don't like the double standards. And then you said that crap, acting like I'm only doing this because you're the only one I can do it with...

—How did you feel when I said that?

I dare to look at him when he asks that. Big mistake. His big brown eyes pierce on mine, but not the way they usually do. He's waiting for my answer, and he's getting ready to examine every corner on my face to tell whether I'm keeping things to myself or not.

How did I feel? I felt like all these weeks were a waste of time, like nothing has moved forward between us two because there's only one reason why we're still in contact. And it made me scared of the day this all ends, because I'm not ready to lose whatever it is we have.

—Pathetic —I let out a sigh—. I felt pathetic. It made me feel like you were doing me a favor and just saw me as that.

He waits. Jungkook presses his lips together, and I see him thinking again. I can almost see through his eyes the words forming in his head.

—I promise I didn't mean it that way —he assures—. It pissed me off how you said you regretted the deal. I said the first thing that crossed my mind. How you talked about it... it made me feel like you're only talking to me because of that. Like all of these moments are only because you need my help —he's about to lay a hand on my knee, but I see his palm going back to his lap—. You're not pathetic. I'm an asshole for making you think that way.

I try to hide my shock by his words. It really makes me wonder if I'm hearing properly, or I'm just projecting my own thoughts onto him.

—You're an asshole —I second what he said, trying to go on with the conversation as fluently as possible—. But get pizza for dinner and I'll consider forgiving you.

He gives me a tiny smile, patting my head before he leans over the table to reach his phone. He then turns to me again.

—Ham and cheese?

Of course, he already knows that. We've ordered pizza way too many times when we met up, and he knows I like it simple. He scrunches his nose with a smile when I nod, eyes squinting and small wrinkles forming on their corners as he sees the confirmation to his question.

Forty minutes later, we're both lying on his couch, eating the pizza he ordered while watching the most gore film that's ever been made. At some point, when the killer tears one of his victim's body apart with a chainsaw, Jungkook asks:

—Does this make us psychopaths?

—Maybe —I nod, while chewing on my food.

He chuckles, and stops when he realizes there's only one slice of pizza left in its box. And we know what that means.

—You had the last one the last time —I whine.

—And you had the last one the last last time —he emphasizes his words pointing at the back with his thumb.

And that only leaves us with one solution: rock-paper-scissors. We both use the same ones a few times, until he finally uses scissors and I'm left with my flat hand in the air while he celebrates, jumping on his seat with a big smile on his face. But when I'm about to take my eyes off him, I see his hands starting to rip the slice apart, turning one slice into two.

—Here —he hands it to me.

—Thank you —I smile shyly.

I help him pick up all the stuff once the movie finishes, and I start thinking I should be heading home at this point while he's putting our two glasses in the sink. It's late and, unlike me, he has to wake up early to go to the studio. But Jungkook doesn't let me take one step away from him, he pulls me closer and presses his body against mine, wrapping one of his hands around my neck and the other one on my waist.

His lips feel soft on mine when they're moving slowly, tasting every single second. I had no idea how bad I missed kissing him until now. How was I able to go a full week without this?

He moves back, yet our noses are still touching, his lips are still rubbing mine and his warm breath is making me go crazy. My heart beats hard against my chest when I dare to open my eyes, just to find his looking into mine with attention.

—Stay the night —he whispers—. Nothing has to happen. Just stay.

I'm unable to say no. I don't want to say no. But I'm also unable to say a single word, so I just nod, captivated by his big dark eyes, hopeful for the answer I've just given him.

Jungkook leads the way, still holding my hands on his back as if I could get lost in his house, as if I hadn't been here before.

Dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts, I lie next to him. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to sleep, because my head is spinning around some questions still.

—Let it out.

—What? —I look at him confused.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, I wasn't aware he was looking at me all this time.

—Whatever is running up here —he caresses my temple—, let it out.

—Do you think Soo knows?

—Doubt it. Why?

—You said she told you I was there today.

I must be in a different dimension, because I don't get what's so funny about what I've just said, while he's cackling next to me.

—All night you've been thinking about that? —he lifts his eyebrows surprised— She said Tam, Mel and you were there. She didn't single you out. It was a general statement to encourage me to join her. She knows I've had a hard time socializing with people.

—So she invites you to places to get you to open up? —he nods— That's sweet.

Jungkook having a hard time socializing with people? That alone totally breaks me out and leaves me confused for a few minutes. He doesn't seem the type who has a hard time meeting new people and molding into their groups.

—Fake it 'till you make it —he sighs.

—I have a hard time believing you struggle with that.

—I find it easy to meet people on a superficial level. I struggle when I have to open up and actually build friendships.

Well, that makes sense. And it's also sad. I can't help but wonder what might've happened to him for it to be this way. Actually... After what he told me about his ex-girlfriend, I could kind of understand where it's coming from.

We're back to being in silence. And under Jungkook's imposing look, I feel forced to look at the ceiling again, thinking that would help me to distract myself, but I still feel his eyes piercing on my neck.

—Let it out —he insists again.

—Why did you meet up with Leslie?

—I shouldn't have —this time, he's the one that looks away as soon as my eyes lie on him—. She showed up, and wanted to apologize properly for what happened between us. We had dated for too long, and I didn't want to hold the negativity any longer. You know, be cordial with her, move on from all that.

I'm pissed just thinking about her reaching out to him as if she hadn't done anything. But I understand what he means by moving on and closing a chapter, as it should be closed, when he was forced to tear that same chapter apart from the book.

—I didn't tell you through text because I didn't think I had to —he shrugs—. But I was going to tell you when I drove to the bar. You don't have to worry about her —his hand reaches mine under the covers—, seriously.

I'm overwhelmed by all the emotions that fill my body in those last five seconds, while I'm giving all my effort trying not to smile. I feel happy, yet at the same time I don't fully understand why I'm suddenly so relieved and happy. 

[joonessence]

The cough drop // jjk

summary: Jungkook enchants you from the second he catches your eyes from the stage of the small venue. You already know you’re gonna be falling in too deep. 

wc: 2,427

tags: jk fluff i guess idk what to call this, band au 

notes: this is way longer than i meant for it to be but it was so fun to write, also let me know if i should make it into a series??? possibly??  part 2 is here!

You had gone to a show with your friends for some unknown band. You’re sitting at a high table with your head supported by your hand; you’d had a long day at work and just wanted to go home. You stared at your untouched drink that had been set there by your friends earlier that night thinking of exactly which pyjamas you were going to change into when you got home; you couldn’t wait. Looking up, someone was already staring at you, eyes partially shielded by his drenched hair. He’s overwhelming from the second you meet eyes.

Your breath caught unexpectedly in your throat causing you to choke and cough. You feel your cheeks burning as you try to regulate your breathing. Once you find your natural state again, you glance up to see him still staring at you but his lips are curled up in a smirk. 

You try to carry on as usual for the rest of the night until it’s acceptable for you to excuse yourself to go home but you feel his eyes on you. You turn to look at him again only to discover that he’s walking in your direction, holding something in his hand. In under a second you decide to act indifferent towards him, already expecting him to pester you. When he reaches you, he taps your shoulder and holds out his hand.

“Here, you looked like you needed this earlier.” His words sound sweet but the sly smile on his face betrays him; it’s not what you were expecting.

You look down in his hand to find a cough drop. Inside, you want to laugh but you can’t give him the satisfaction. You look up with your best blank stare.

“Do you just carry these around so that you have a reason to talk to unsuspecting girls?”

The stranger laughs so loudly at that, throwing his head back and grabbing onto your table to steady himself. When he calms down, he opens the wrapper to the cough drop and pops it into his mouth. 

“No, but that was funny! I keep them for after we get off stage and my throat is scratchy,” he says with the cough drop pushed against his cheek. “What’s your name?”

You’re quiet as you try to analyze him, searching for his true intention behind talking to you. When you’re silent for a beat too long, he continues.

“I’m Jungkook, my band is the one that was playing earlier.” He looks smug, like he’s trying to impress you.

“That’s nice, Jungkook, but if you’ll excuse me I’ll be getting back to my friends now.” You say it like you mean it, but you don’t really mean it. You meet his eyes and he throws his head back again as if you’ve just said the world’s funniest joke.

“Babe, I’ve been looking at you for a while; you’re not even interested in talking to them. I thought I’d come here and offer you my companionship.” He’s still smiling and his eyes are twinkling, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into his charm.

“What makes you think I want the companionship of a stranger,” you point at him, almost poking him in the chest, then move your hand to refer to the other people sitting at your table, “over my friends?”

“Well, by the way you lost your breath when I looked at you earlier, I’d hazard a guess that you wanna talk to me.” He looks so pleased when your cheeks flame up.

“I’ll have you know that I’m getting over a cold and THAT is why I was coughing,” you say hoping he doesn’t see through your lie.

He laughs and puts his hands up, in mock defeat while reaching for something from his back pocket. He pulls out a pen and leans over to the table to scribble something on the wrapper of the cough drop. 

“Well, when you decide you want to talk to me, here’s my number,” Jungkook states while sliding the wrapper over to you.

“If. If I decide to talk to you,” you correct.

He smiles softly and shakes his head, you almost mistake it as an endeared action but you know your eyes must be deceiving you. 

“Okay, if you decide to talk to me, there it is,” Jungkook says as he’s walking backwards to get back to his table, still looking at you. 

You let out a shaky breath, glad that you’re by yourself again. Only, you think to yourself, he wasn’t as bad as you thought he’d be. You know you’ll decide to text him later but what he doesn’t know yet won’t kill him. You finally excuse yourself from your friends, eager to get home and on your drive back you can’t get Jungkook out of your head. His sparkling eyes, the piercings that line his ears, the tattoos he has on display. His image and his words are engraved in your brain.

You throw your keys onto the coffee table when you get back to your apartment and head to your room. You look at the wrapper with Jungkook’s number written on it. Trying to convince yourself that you have no idea why you took it is futile, you know exactly why you did. Against all logic, you take your phone and type a message to him.

[you]: DONT take this as me deciding to talk to you 

[you]: i was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that i liked his voice

You laugh to yourself for a second before worrying he won’t get that you aren’t serious. You set your phone down and try to push down the regret that’s spreading throughout your body. Your phone dings and you reach for it immediately. 

[coughkook]: oooh :( my wounded feelings i’ll never recover

[coughkook]: i won't be tell anyone anything

[coughkook]: but

[coughkook]: you can come to our next gig and maybe i’ll let you talk to him

You roll your eyes at his last message. “Let you talk to him,” you scoff and look at your phone when it dings again.

[coughkook]: it’s next friday at 8 i’ll send the address

You don’t respond after he sends it, wanting to keep Jungkook on his toes. Truthfully, you’ve already decided to go and are drafting up an excuse to cancel the plans you had with your friends.

You don’t talk to Jungkook for the next five days, until you show up to the address he sent you. You take a seat halfway between the stage and the door and look around to find Jungkook on stage with his band members. He’s talking to the buff member you mentioned to him last week, the one you thought was cute but not nearly as enchanting as Jungkook. He spots you and leaps down the stairs of the stage, god he’s so cute.

“You came,” he says with a big, too bright smile compared to the dark atmosphere of the small venue. “We go on in like, ten minutes; I hope you’re ready to be blown away.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Jungkook needs his ego taken down a notch or two but you still find him captivating.

“Yeah, yeah just go warm up,” you say with false annoyance and send him a small grin.

He runs back to the stage and gives you a thumbs up and that same blinding smile. Your head shakes involuntarily but in your head, you know you’re locked in for good. When the lights to the venue dim even more, you sit up straight to capture every moment of Jungkook while he’s performing. You’re not ready for the next 45 minutes you experience. Jungkook’s voice is so beautiful and so full of every emotion you can think of. You can’t look away even if you tried to. Is it the stage lights or is he actually glowing? His presence overpowers everything. The way he moves with a purpose on the stage, his hand pushing his hair out of his face every so often, his eyes locking with yours. You won’t forget any of it.

When Jungkook and his band are done, he looks to you and holds up his index finger to let you know he’ll be back in a moment. You’re thankful, you feel like you need an infinite amount of time to wrap your head around what happened enough for you to speak coherent sentences. Jungkook walks around the side of the stage and practically floats to you. As he gets closer to your table he points to a full glass of water you had ordered for him earlier with a smile and shoots his eyebrows up, as if to ask if it was for him. You motion for him to go ahead and he downs the whole glass in one go. Endearingly shaking your head at him has become second nature to you by now. He slams the glass down on the table and clears his throat.

“Well?” he asks, expectantly.

“Well what?” you reply knowing what he’s asking for but playing dumb anyway.

“Well what did you think?” you’re silent so he continues, “Of us? Of me?”

“Oh that! Yeah, it was good, I guess.” It was more than good but you don’t want to inflate his already too large ego. 

“Just ‘good’? You were on the edge of your seat the whole time! You basically fell out of the chair!” he says, exasperatedly. He narrows his eyes at you, “I see right through you, you know.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you say and hop off your chair. You push his shoulder to direct him to the table where his band members are. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me anyway?”

He groans but leads you there where he introduces you to them. It’s obvious that they’re more like friends than bandmates. There’s four in the band with him, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin, and two friends Yoongi and Taehyung. You decide within a few minutes you like them all a lot. 

“So you met Kookie at our last gig, right?” Namjoon asks. He’s the buff one.

“Ah, yeah. He bothered me until I gave in and messaged him, didn’t you ‘Kookie’? ” you joke and turn your head to see him roll his eyes and huff.

“Sounds like him, when are you gonna stop bothering strangers?” Hoseok directs to Jungkook. 

“I can’t believe you guys are actually falling for this! I had her swooning for me the second she saw me,” Jungkook retaliates.

You wish what he said wasn’t true but you know it is. And seeing him with his friends doesn’t help the growing feelings in your chest. You spend the rest of the night talking with them and learning every embarrassing piece of information you can about Jungkook, you’ll use it all later. Way too often do you lose yourself in staring at Jungkook. He’s too alluring for his own good. When the night comes to an end, Jungkook offers you a ride home. Normally, you wouldn’t accept but you couldn’t refuse the way he begged you to go with him. In the car, Jungkook complains about how you spent too much time talking to his friends rather than him.

“Wait… did you think I was there for you?” You cover your mouth in faux embarrassment to accompany your act.

Jungkook’s head turns towards you. He’s got his mouth open in shock and he’s trying to come up with words when you take pity on him.

“I’m just kidding, Jungkook. Of course I went for you. You were really good,” you flush pink as you say it but not as pink as Jungkook flushes when he hears it.

“Thank you,” he mumbles and you laugh out loud.

The rest of the ride is spent with you teasing him for getting jealous and him teasing you back for getting so caught up in watching him. Neither of you deny it because you both know you can’t. Jungkook rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building and looks at you.

“I’ll message you when I get home, okay?”

You nod and let out a breathy “okay.” You thank him and tell him goodnight and walk up the stairs to the lobby of the building. You turn to look at him and he gives you a confused look.

“Why aren’t you going in yet?” he shouts.

You laugh loudly. “I wanna watch you drive away!”

He makes a face and you giggle. 

“Get back in your car, Kookie.” You shoo him with your hand.

He laughs to himself and it's his turn to shake his head at you but he listens to your instructions anyway. You watch him drive off until you can’t. You can’t think straight so much that you might as well levitate up to your apartment. Jungkook makes you dizzy. You’re not even sure how you changed out of your clothes and got into bed with less than half a brain left. You don’t wait long for Jungkook’s message.

[coughkook]: i’m home :)

[coughkook]: thanks for coming <3

You smile to yourself and respond wasting no time.

[you]: thanks for inviting me! :)

[coughkook]: come to our next one?

[coughkook]: if you can

[coughkook]: the boys liked you, thought you were funny. they want you to come again

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s ego again.

[you]: hmm the boys or you?

[coughkook]: the boys AND me want you to come again

Your heart beats faster in your chest. You weren’t expecting Jungkook to be so honest, so quickly. You definitely would go again, definitely will go again, actually. 

[you]: oooh you like me so much

[you]: i’ll come

[coughkook]: ugh

[coughkook]: yes but i know you like me too so we’re even

[you]: hm

[you]: that’s fine with me

[coughkook]: good

[coughkook]:i’ll text you in the morning, goodnight <3

[you]: goodnight kookie

You assume he won’t see it until morning but you send him another message anyway but you’re surprised to see that he responds immediately. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep or could he not sleep because he was replaying every moment he had with you, the same way you were doing with him.

[you]: i wasn’t sick

[coughkook]: i know LOL you thought i was pretty didn’t you?

[you]: ugh yes but i know you think i’m pretty too so we’re even

Your face burns at Jungkook’s last message of the night. 

[coughkook]: yeah but even if we weren’t even i would still think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve seen

[pinkjiminssi]

So.. About That Hickey..

I think I’m still processing all of this and reminding myself I’m not dreaming 🤣 I seriously only got 3 hours of sleep last night and when I woke up the first thing I did was check twitter to be sure this “drunk bridal-style spinning hickey neck biting proudly showing off” moment actually happened!! 

.. I hate the way my brain works though. I was so happy that it took me forever to fall asleep, spent all day on cloud 9 despite being tired, .. and then my old nemesis, anxiety, stepped in. Well kind of. TBH if all of the MOTS ON:E Jikook moments we got happened with Jimin/anyone else or Jungkook/anyone else.. I would seriously be sitting here saying “well fuck.. I believe they WERE a couple, but looking at all of this it seems they are no longer together.” So really, this just confirmed what I already knew about Jimin and Jungkook: they’re a couple. My anxiety is over.. why? Why show us this? If they can cover all of JK’s tattoos, a hickey/bite mark/whatever we’re calling it should be super easy to hide. Sure it was just rehearsal.. but it was rehearsal with cameras rolling with every intention of releasing what was being filmed as future content. It could have (and some might argue should have) been covered.

Guys... I’m confused. And concerned. ❗❗❗ TW for drama, hate, homophobia, the usual anti issues

That “official” explanation.. again.. why? I’m assuming Jimin and Jungkook were asked and allowed to explain because of the chance of it being spotted and armys freaking out, so BH (or possibly even Jikook) thought to get ahead of the speculation by just being up front about it all.. but THAT explanation? I suppose it works for covering up the army panic of “Jungkook has a girlfriend?! *insert fangirl sobbing*” .. but that’s literally all it does (and only barely if you go looking at some of the anti’s reactions to it all). Really, all it did was draw even more attention and speculation. I mean.. this is, essentially, what we were told: Jimin and Jungkook were together the night before drinking, apparently without the other members as they didn’t seem to know all of this already (and they would have if they had been there), somehow hanging out and having drinks turns into Jungkook picking Jimin up bridal style (random but some of the k-army reactions on twitter were translating through google into “princess style” and I just think that’s so cute 🥰), spinning ensues, Jimin gets dizzy and wants Jungkook to put him down, ... and so he proceeds to do the only logical thing that any of us would have done in that situation... biting Jungkook’s neck? And hard enough to leave a mark the next day?? And instead of being peeved about it (like most of us would have been if our friend bit the crap out of us), Jungkook looks happy?? proud even??? 

And they arrived together the next day and continue to be cute and playful? 

I just.. I mean.. come on. First of all.. that’s a hickey. A bite leaves teeth marks. And one would assume a wild, drunken “let me down” chomp would be something that happens suddenly and ends very quickly. I know I for sure would drop someone on their ass if they decided to take a bite out of my neck (assuming I was even picking up and spinning around with one of my friends like that to begin with.. but let’s not even get into why that was going on at this point) .. but the way this bruised? Yeah. There were no teeth involved (at least not hard enough to leave indentations) and this took more than a couple of seconds of mouth-to-neck contact to still be that visible the next day. So.. in short. Jungkook arrives with a hickey, JK decides to not cover it up (or he would have shown up with it hidden and we see him get out of the car that morning with it clearly visible), BH staff sees it and also decides to not have it covered up and actually have it explained... and the explanation is “oh yeah Jimin just bit him, you know.. no big deal hehehe isn’t that funny?” 🤯 WHAT?! Yeah.. that’s totally normal, platonic behavior between adults...

I’m not saying Jimin and Jungkook are lying btw. I have no doubt it played out more or less exactly as they said with the exception of what they’re calling the end result. Jimin and Jungkook are fine.. I mean, what were they supposed to say? They’re not going to show up saying Jimin was sucking on Jungkook’s neck the night before. We’ll probably never know why Jungkook decided to not cover it up before arriving, but it’s his body and he gets to decide. It’s BH that has me so puzzled. Other than antis and people who refuse to see what’s literally right in front of their faces when it comes to Jikook.. who were BH expecting to believe the bite thing? Just among staff and the other members, it’s a laughable but safe “oh of course *wink wink*” explanation that allows everyone to carry on like normal. But to the public who don’t know them personally, don’t know their usual behavior and patterns, and who don’t have something like a non-disclosure agreement or professional courtesy preventing them from openly speculating.. it doesn’t fly. Pretty much everyone teen and up knows what a hickey looks like (either from having gotten/given one or at least seeing one on someone else in person or online). It’s immediately obvious what it is. And even if there was some uncertainty.. that it’s on his neck (instead of other easily accessible and less sensitive/stimulating locations) and just so happens to be right near his mole as it Jimin were aiming for it? Just another “too many coincidences” thing when it comes to Jikook.

Even antis on twitter couldn’t deny what it was and, so, had to resort to the “well I do that with my sibling and my uncle’s pet raccoon all the time it’s just family things” excuse and/or the “yeah well someone ELSE in the group (or a girlfriend) gave him that and they’re just covering by saying it was Jimin.” Oh. And the same old “it’s just fan service” excuse (as if Jungkook would let someone bruise his neck for the purposes of fanservice which, again, BTS has never done or needed to do. Forever pissed off that so many in this fandom act like Jungkook is a puppet doing whatever the “evil company” tells him to do regardless of his personal feelings or boundaries. The man has tattoos covering nearly every inch of his arm despite that being looked down on in Korea. At this point he can do whatever the fuck he wants). So.. why?? Seriously, why? This all could have easily been avoided with simple makeup.

When they’re doing official content they’re all literally followed around by a flurry of staff fixing hair, dabbing sweat, touching up makeup, etc. Even though it was rehearsal, staff were everywhere in the footage that’s made its way online. If they were worried that it would be seen in the background and “taken the wrong way,” just have the staff occasionally touch up the makeup. “Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” But instead of doing the obvious, BH decides to: not cover it, draw attention to it by asking about it and letting them continue to talk about it, go out of their way to get a camera on it, and then include it in the final cut of the content they sent out?

BTS is literally the most popular group in the world right now and BH has become a behemoth of a company that runs like a well-oiled machine. They’re not stupid; this was not a mistake. For some reason they wanted us to see this and, one would assume based on the lack of a more believable explanation, they wanted us to come to the conclusion that we all have: Jimin gave Jungkook a hickey. You know they have teams dedicated to monitoring reactions to content on social media. You know they know the dialog surrounding Rosebowl, Black Swan MMA, the Memories 2020 “almost kiss,” etc. etc. All of this got “jikook,” “hickey” and variations of their names trending for HOURS (in multiple countries and worldwide). 

Out of curiosity, I decided to check the trends at the time of writing this. As of 3 AM CST (about 24 hours AFTER the clips started showing up online), there was still a hashtag trending related to all of this: #FREEJUNGKOOK.. and the tweets being directed toward BH are.. disturbing to say the least:

While I agree that the boys should trend more often based on their talents and music.. what’s going on right now is a homophobic 💩 show accusing BH of “scripting” interactions (rather than.. you know.. Jungkook interacting with whoever he wants however he wants.. the usual “mindless puppet JK” narrative), trying to coordinate the mass sending of angry emails, trying to get people to stop buying paid content, accusing BH of taking advantage of the members.. I mean it goes on and on. And BH know what’s going on right now. They’re seeing the reactions... the good and the extremely negative. And still they let this out. And this is all not even CONSIDERING the mountain of other moments that made the cut on MOTS ON:E. 

(side note, the above pic just oozes happiness and it’s so cute I love it!! 😭)

So.. even though I’ve said it dozens of times already... WHY? W H Y? I’m an anxious person by nature and not very trusting. I believe Jimin and Jungkook and I don’t think they’ve been lying and pretending for “fanservice” all of these years. I respect them both too much as individuals and artists to believe that they would stoop to such tactics just to generate a little more “interest” and revenue. I’m suspicious of BH. BTS doesn’t need fanservice to get attention; literally all of 2020 and 2021 so far has proven that beyond a doubt. Even if they suddenly made the decision to do fs.. why not go with the most popular ship (taekook) or at least one that isn’t so hotly debated on social media (remove Jimin, Jungkook and Tae from the equation and you still have four members to “play” with who have much less potential to have fs devolve into a toxic crap show all over the internet). Showing us this will do nothing to help BTS as a group or Jimin and Jungkook at this point. In fact.. all it can do is hurt. Hurt BH, hurt the group, and hurt the individual members, heck.. even potentially hurt other BH/HYBE groups. I’ve already seen people on twitter saying they’re “done” spending money on anything BH or BTS puts out because they’re “sick of jikook in their faces and just two of the seven hogging all of the screen time.” Whether or not that “spending freeze” actually materializes into anything noticeable remains to be seen of course.. but the threat is there and always has been. What is the motive? And why now? As much as my “hopeless romantic” heart would like to believe they’re preparing us for Jikook to be “out” .. I seriously don’t think that is ever going to happen. Certainly not now at the height of the group’s fame, with them being given Presidential honors and ambassador status, and with military service still looming over them all. And let’s not forget... Korea is NOT a safe place for a queer couple. Letting us see and know what they did through what was released has the potential to put Jimin and Jungkook (and the other members by proxy) in danger. Sure.. BTS has never been hardline rule followers and have been breaking molds and shattering norms from the start, so “officially” having an openly gay couple in the group wouldn’t be impossible.. just... highly highly improbable. Especially right now... and I’m concerned. I don’t want to sound like the creeps I posted a screenshot of above throwing blame at the company. The boys chose to renew their contracts with the for a reason so we have to trust their judgement as a group... but still, I’m worried and I’m questioning what the purpose was here. 

[roo-bastmoon]

Jungkook is a very sweet person, he's kind and really sweet but I think that the group, the members and him being the youngest may have clouded his judgement on some things. He's very protected, I always thought bangtan babied him a lot (in a positive way, I don't mean it negatively) and they shower him with attention and praise at everything he does, Jimin especially so I feel like the possibility of going solo may have put in him in a different kind of mentality where his career means more than a lot of other things. Ever since they got instagrams I've felt he has been showing himself very differently, with all the flirting and stuff with fans. Particularly I don't think it's odd that he didn't comment on jimin being sick, because that's just not how he is. He usually doesn't get online to comment on other members actions (although funnily enough he was the only one to congratulate hobi on lollapalooza), what I think it's odd is how he's changing the way he presents himself, maybe odd is not the word per se but it's interesting to watch it happen. All of this to say it seems like his priorities are different now, I would have never in my life expected jungkook to go to a festival, that man hated going outside but here we are, and he was alone. Meeting with Jay Park, that's so weird to me too. But, I guess he's taking steps on his career and his public image.

Okay you're also raising good points to consider. JK is growing up and finding himself. I love that sweet kid who crushed on my bias and adored all his hyungs with a full heart. But he's also a bit of a brat and a rogue. If he wants tattoos, doesn't matter if it's taboo. If he wants to collab with Jay Park or Charlie Puth and everyone around his like "ummm?" doesn't matter. I have to realize that him getting Jimin a birthday present once was the OUTLIER not the new norm. That he just doesn't demonstrate his inner landscape much or do much emotional labor. Like, he clearly loves the hell out of Yoongi's That That. But it's like he's never heard of With You in his life. How much to read into that? Maybe not at all. Sometimes I think JK thinks very very carefully about everything. Other times I think he just suits himself without much thought. He's definitely repositioning himself in this transition. Gone are the random insta stories and Q&As with fans. Now it's a carefully curated, polished aesthetic. Gone are the declarations of affection for Jimin and all things Jimin-related. Now it's pleasant on-camera interaction and intense moments on stage. I think JK's set his sights on breaking into the West. No easy feat, considering the way the American music industry is hostile to any threats to its chokehold on the global market. But if anyone can do it, it's him. Jimin however... I think Jimin would be content to stay in Korea and collaborate with artists from all over the world from time to time. Maybe the distance we're seeing isn't because they don't like each other any more, but the both want different things. I just sit here in my own brain wondering how anyone can NOT be in love with Park Jimin? Like, how you gonna do better, JK? ;-) But everyone needs room to grow up before they can truly grow together, right?

[kanmom51]

Hi Kanmom. Love your blog. Just wanted to ask if 2019 was a significant year for Jikook especially around JK’s birthday. I think it was after that the J (JM) tattoo appeared on JK’s ring. If they have been together (presumably) for years prior to that, what do you think sealed the deal for them that year for Jk to tattoo his name?

2019 was a significant year for the boys. As you may already know, I think that the two moved from friends to more than that in late August 2015.

End 2015 all way through 2016 was the push and pull stage of the relationship. Them finding their footing within the relationship, setting expectations and boundaries for each other.

2017 was the relationship strengthening, JM's serendipity (his love ode for JK), their trip to Tokyo and GCFT (JK's love ode to JM). That trip towards the end of 2017 was a stepping stone in the relationship. We don't know what exactly happened between them, but they were different when they got back. Louder, more secure. Which makes me think that maybe commitments were made during that trip, spoken out loud between them.

So, 2018 was a hard year for BTS but a strong year for Jikook and their relationship. We have BV3, summer package, GCFS, Melon 2018 as some of their great moments that year.

Then came 2019. After their contract renewals, it feels like perhaps a weight had been lifted of their shoulders. Was it that or was it being on tour, starting in the US, RB, it was just a big loud year for them. So, we have RB, as mentioned.

We have them returning to SK and time off. During this time I do believe that JK & JM did spend time together, but they also spent time apart, and perhaps spending that time apart did something to cement how much they meant to each other even more. During that time off JK had some of his tattoos done, but the J he added later only happened as a second instillation of his tattoos (not together with ARMY).

JM goes to Paris, makes his way back to SK to spend JK's birthday with him, only to leave the next day for Hawaii with friends.

JM also travels with friends to Russia during that time off, and the two get to see each other once again, after 2 weeks apart, for the trip to New Zealand and BV4.

Leaving for New Zealand JK has the full hand tattoos - including the J and + signs, although the tattoos were kind of blurred out for the series.

Everything I say here is conjecture, nothing proven, just me doing a bit of brain storming here.

What happened in 2019 that brought on JK's tattoos?

The biggest thing that happened, in my opinion, was the contract renewal. This was huge. It's clear that the members went into this with demands and changes were made to their initial contracts. Hence JK's dream to have tattoos come true. Re-negotiating their contracts not only allowed JK to have this done, but, in my opinion, also allowed for more freedom for both JM & JK in showing their interactions, showing themselves, being themselves. This could explain not only some of the louder Jikookery in 2019, but also it being showcased in memories 2019 and other official content.

Another catalyst, perhaps, for JK's adding the J tattoo could have been the time spent apart. Sometimes, when you are spending all your time together with a loved one, you need the time apart to realise, once again, just how much you love them, miss them and need them. Time apart could have cemented, once again, to JK just how committed he is to their relationship, and perhaps was his way to show that re-discovered commitment to JM.