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SHE CALLED HIM JUNGKOOOOOOOK

I Want You to Stay (06) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; eventual explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 14.6k

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Status: Ongoing

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You’ve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Playlist 🎶: on the way home

A/N: We're slowly heading somewhere! Still slow but it's something hehe thank you again for appreciating this piece! 🥰 Also... JK in that Vogue outfit with a corsage. YEP.

And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight  🥰

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The silence that engulfs Jungkook’s apartment once you enter the following Monday is quite unnerving, as it brings back memories of the last time this happened and a half-naked woman came out of the bedroom and questioned who you were. The gym is empty. There’s no other sound of someone typing away or talking on the phone like the few times that you found Jungkook working before you even arrived.

You take a deep breath and decide to just face whoever comes out of these doors until one of them opens and out comes the man himself - alone - dressed in an oversized jumper and sweatpants. He looks like he just got out of bed with his semi-mussed hair - with a little sprout bouncing along as he moves - and groggy eyes, which widen once it registers that you’re here.

“Mr. Jeon,” you bow in greeting. “Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” he replies, his deep and gruff voice startling you a little. “What do you have there?”

He gestures towards the paper bag you’re holding, and you remember what you decided to bring over.

“Uh, chicken noodle soup,” you mutter, somehow suddenly shy. “Just an option for this morning. I wasn’t sure if you were still feeling under the weather.”

“I think I’m just fatigued,” he says. “But uh, I can have that.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, putting it in a pot to eventually heat. 

You prepare his suits for the week then prepare his breakfast, pouring yourself a small serving as well. He takes his seat and starts eating, and you glance at him to see his reaction.

“Where did you get the one from last Saturday?” He asks, his face expressionless.

“From a store nearby,” you answer. “I was heading somewhere and your building was on the way.”

“This tastes better. Where did you get this from?” 

“I, uh, I made it,” you say softly, feeling a bit of pride that it’s something he complimented. 

There’s prolonged silence that you’re suddenly nervous about. His eyes remain focused straight ahead while yours constantly flit towards him, partly to gauge if he’ll start talking about last week’s meeting and partly to see his reaction about your dish.

“You don’t have to send or make me food, Ms. Cho,” he finally says, wishing he’d said it with a bit more warmth. 

But he’s not used to speaking that way, so it comes off as displeasure, as if he doesn’t appreciate what you’d done even if that’s exactly how he feels. He’s grateful; he just doesn’t want another reason to think that you actually care about him. 

“My health is my responsibility, not yours,” he adds.

“I, uh… I suppose that’s true,” you say even more softly. “I just thought it would be nice to be given something like this when you’re sick.”

And it’s the truth. During the times you were unwell, Hoseok would remind you to rest or take your medicines; he even bought you vitamins and it’s why taking them became a habit of yours. You barely had the energy to make soup. But after that one time when you braved through an event and Yoongi noticed you feeling under the weather, he took you to a noodle house and ordered extra chicken noodle soup for you to take home. You had it all through the weekend, and though it wasn’t like your mom’s, it was still something familiar, and it was comfort that you badly needed.

You thought it was something you could extend to Jungkook. You weren’t sure if he was spending the weekend at home by himself, but in case he was, you thought that something warm would help. You were on your way to watch a local film and happened to pass by his area, the image of him sick and probably alone prompting you to just buy that dish and leave it at the reception. You suddenly craved it and made one for yourself last night, thinking it wouldn’t hurt if you brought some over for him as well. Even if he thinks it isn’t your responsibility, you think it’s still within your role to make sure that your boss - the Vice President - conducts his functions properly, and he can only do so if he’s healthy. 

As you finish the small portion that you prepared for yourself, Jungkook wonders who’d taken care of you during the times you were sick. With your friends and family miles away, perhaps there wasn’t anyone. Maybe it was a boyfriend. Or maybe like what he’s come to see, you did things on your own. Maybe you think there’s no one doing that for him, too. 

And you wouldn’t be wrong. He was never good with company, after all, whether it was offering or keeping it. So when someone offers something as simple as a bowl of soup for when he’s feeling unwell, it cuts through the walls he’s built around himself because he’s become used to no one even knocking to check how he’s doing. 

But in an effort to remain unmoved and insistent on keeping his distance, he sets boundaries once more. 

“You don’t need to do this for me, Mr. Cho,” he states. “I appreciate it, but I’d prefer if you don’t do it again.”

He sees your face fall from his periphery, and much as he wants to take it back, he knows he has to hold back. It was hard enough to resist feeling cared for. 

He’d really spent the weekend by himself, turning down his friends’ invitation to go to a resort and Hoseok’s offer of dinner at this newly opened steak house. Jungkook was buried under the covers when the phone rang informing him that you’d left something for him, unwilling to move and get off the bed because he was too tired but also too hungry, so when he opened the bag and it registered to him what you've given him, he felt less alone and less sad for himself. The image of your shy expression flashed through his mind and he couldn’t help the smile he let out, giving himself only a minute to bask in your kindness before reminding himself that it means nothing more than making sure he’s well. It’s harder for you if he’s sick, he convinced himself. Still, he’d rather not think about it; he’d rather not torture himself by his brain wanting you to mean one thing, but his heart hoping it was another.

“I understand, Mr. Jeon,” you say, your voice a little too firm for his liking. “I apologize if it made you uncomfortable.”

“It—” didn’t, he wants to say. It made him feel nice and comfortable and that’s what he can’t let himself feel around you. 

“I treat this as part of my job,” you reason, a half lie because you really did want to extend some kindness even if he may not exactly be deserving of it. “But it may not be so for you. I’ll take note of this moving forward.”

Jungkook concedes. Any objection will counter what he’s been saying, even if he didn’t mean all of it. And like how you always do, you get over it quickly, flashing him a measured smile and taking out your iPad to go through this week’s schedule. 

You both head to the car after and discuss his previous meetings. You’re detailed and engaged, taking down notes and asking him questions like the professional that you are. He tells you about his meeting with artist Lee Jaemin and that he agreed with 80% of the pieces that you and Yoongi chose. You talk about the Board members’ reactions during his presentation and he shares what they talked to him about during the dinner. 

“Socializing with them was tiring,” he admits. “I couldn’t keep up with all the things that they wanted to talk about.”

You give him an assuring smile. “You looked like you did well,” you assure him. “They seemed engaged, although as Mr. Jung would say, part of that is for show, to get on your good side. It would be smarter to think that not all of it was genuine.”

“True. But I enjoyed speaking with Mr. Saito. He’s an architect, too, and we had a really good talk about incorporating traditional elements in a modern design.”

“Yes, he’s always been kind,” you say. “But it’s good that you’re able to forge these relationships. Perhaps it’s also new to them, seeing you in that light. I suppose they don’t know you all that much. It’s a nice change being able to engage with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah, well, it’s just during the company events that you attended, it wasn’t exactly hard to spot you,” you chuckle, seemingly comfortable now.

“And why is that so?” 

He turns to you, legitimately curious because he’d never really noticed you before, even if he knew you as Hoseok’s assistant. If he’s being honest, you didn’t even look familiar when you first met, and that just reinforces the fact that Jungkook didn’t really care for the other people around him, especially during those events he was required to fly to Seoul to attend. If he’d paid a bit more attention, maybe he wouldn’t have been caught off guard when he did finally meet you. Maybe he wouldn’t have been as rude, too.

“If I may, sir, it was quite easy to spot one of the Jeon sons always at the bar,” you chuckle. “Your father and cousin would often look for you and you were always in the same spot.”

You’d noticed him, Jungkook thinks to himself. He wonders what you’d thought about him then, but given how he hated those events, it probably wouldn’t be something good. He just always couldn’t wait to leave. 

“Ah. As you can tell, I’m not one who likes to socialize,” he says. “I don’t really know what to talk to people about. And I’m not that good with names nor faces. It was easier to keep to myself.”

“That’s understandable. But you already know that’ll have to change,” you remind him. “Half of what Mr. Jung did was attend events.”

“I know. He’s been preparing me for that. I need your help in that aspect, too, from remembering names to getting my energy up. Those are oddly what I’m most nervous about, if I’m being honest.”

“I’ll do what I can, Mr. Jeon,” you assure him. “I hope I can make things easy for you.”

You’ll never know the irony of your words, and perhaps the push and pull it brings about - as you try to make things easy for him, the harder it actually becomes on his end. 

You find yourself back at the tailor shop the next Thursday for Jungkook’s suit fitting, and if it wasn’t for Taehyung telling you that your gowns are ready, you would have totally forgotten that you had some dresses made as well. 

While Jungkook tries on his outfits, you’re instructed to choose several dress shirts that he’d be adding to his wardrobe, given the various functions he’d be attending from now on. You didn’t anticipate for this to be part of your role, but you don’t mind, as it’s a welcome change to what you normally do, which is attend meetings, bury yourself in paperwork, and everything else in between. At least you’ll be visiting the venue for the Arts Center event tomorrow, but today, you focus on the task at hand, which turns out to be harder than expected.

The options are endless. It doesn’t help that you have to envision Jungkook in each piece of clothing and that he looks good in every one of them, and that you have to imagine him at all. You see him everyday - and have seen him in as little as in just his gym shorts - and you don’t really want to have him in your mind as well. But how he presents himself is a big part of his new role, as Hoseok had told you. As the Vice President, Jungkook needs to look sophisticated and respectable, someone worthy to represent the company and the Jeon family name. 

You go for different hues of grays and blacks and other colors, too. There’s an olive green that looks really nice, and a few maroons and pinks that would add variety to his everyday look. You’re focused on making your choices, but your focus shifts to Jungkook when he comes out of the dressing room donned in a patterned  black suit. The fit is perfect and even with the distance between you two, you could spot impeccable details that make the outfit look elegant yet fresh. 

“This is for the gala,” Taehyung states. “What do you think, Ms. Cho?”

“It looks nice” is all you manage to say. 

It’s the only word you feel is neutral enough to describe him. Even if you could accept that Jungkook is handsome, you don’t exactly want to say so in front of him.

“I was going for something better than nice, but that should be fine, I guess. What do you think, Kook?”

“I like it. But don’t you think the sleeves are a bit too fit on my arms?” Jungkook asks his friend.

“Well, it’s not like you were flexing them when I was measuring you,” Taehyung playfully rolls his eyes. “But I can adjust it, since I doubt you’d take a pause on lifting weights anyway. It’s probably the material though so don’t worry, I’ll fix this. Okay, on to the next one.”

You return to your task at hand, choosing some patterned tops that are appropriate for less formal events, and you inform Taehyung who then says that he’ll have those made in Jungkook’s measurements. With your task finished, Taehyung instructs you to head downstairs so you could fit your gowns as well, and you follow in anticipation because these might just be the first and only custom-made pieces of clothing you’ll ever have the luxury of wearing.

A female staff assists you, making sure that the length and neckline are to your liking. The first outfit, the one for the Arts Center event, is an old rose sleeveless lace midi dress that looks even more gorgeous when worn. The gown for the Appointment Dinner is a black short-sleeved pleated piece that is both functional and fashionable, but it’s the last one - the one for the gala - that has your jaw dropping to the ground.

“Ms. Cho,” you hear Taehyung call out from outside the fitting room. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, unable to stop looking at yourself in the mirror and turning around to try to see every angle of the stunning dress. “It’s just, uh…”

“It’s what?” He asks worriedly. “Can you come outside so I can see?” 

You take a breath before pulling the heavy curtains open and find Taehyung and Jungkook standing not far away.

“It’s too pretty, Mr. Kim,” you say shyly. “I don’t think I can wear this.”

“Well, you will. Because it’s custom-made,” he points out. “And it looks gorgeous on you. It fits perfectly. I assume the others do as well?”

“Yes,” you smile, feeling like a fairytale princess who gets to wear a gown that her fairy godmother had made for her. “They’re just…”

“Exactly what you need as this guy’s right hand woman,” Taehyung finishes for you.

He gestures towards his best friend who seems expressionless and probably unimpressed by how you look. It’s not like you mind but it at least wouldn’t be humiliating if he just stood there looking uninterested.

“What do you think, Kook?”

“It looks nice,” Jungkook shrugs, repeating the words you’d used on him earlier. Shifting his gaze from you to Taehyung, he excuses himself. “I’ll head to the car, I have calls to make.”

“I’ll finish up here,” you say, turning around to go back to the fitting room.

Jungkook exits the shop and finally breathes, feeling like he’d suffocated inside because of how you looked. He’d wondered how the dresses turned out, curious about the designs because Taehyung didn’t want to show him; it’s a surprise, the man had said. And now Jungkook knows why. 

Stunning would be an inadequate word to use. The burgundy color of the gown made it look sophisticated on you, even more with the off-shoulder that showed off some of your features that he’d rather not think about. The flow was elegant, and he half wishes that he hadn’t thought of having these made only so he could avoid the moment earlier when he felt his throat dry up because of how beautiful you looked. 

He’s gonna have to get used to being rendered speechless every time, he thinks, but it’s not like it doesn’t happen everyday, anyway. Every morning that he finds you standing in his kitchen, donning the pencil skirt and blouse ensemble that assistants are recommended to wear, his mind short circuits. There’s something especially fresh and electrifying about you at the start of the day, and he always has to pull himself together and act normal around you without giving himself away. 

He can’t nurture the attraction, after all, even if he’s reminded of it during times like earlier, even more so when he gazes at you and you hold it, letting the tension build unconsciously. Because that’s what happened, as you pulled open the curtains and looked up. He wishes you were too shy to notice how long he had his eyes on you. But it’s why he had to get away. You’re too much for him sometimes, and he doesn’t know if you have any idea of how you affect him.

Jungkook stares at his phone, half hoping that an actual call would come to distract him. But nothing does, and he leans his head back and groans in frustration. What is it about you that makes him absolutely weak in the knees and stupid in the head? 

Back inside, you give Taehyung your address so he can have the gowns delivered to your apartment for your convenience. 

“Thank you again, Mr. Kim,” you say. “I wish I could do your creations justice.”

“You will. It’s in the confidence, so exude it, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you giggle. “Especially since those pieces will pretty much blow the Office of the VP’s budget.”

“Is that what Kook said? That these are budgeted under him?” Taehyung arches an eyebrow.

“Uh, yes, sort of. I just assumed because he’d pointed out that they were being made as part of my functions,” you explain. 

“Hmm. I know his office has a lot of money but these gowns would definitely blow up any contingency fund you have,” he chuckles. “So no, your assumption is wrong. Kook’s paying for all this.”

“What?” You exclaim. “But that’s— why?”

“Well, you do need these as part of your job, and he wanted to save you the inconvenience of spending for them. I mean, he did buy Lucas some suits, too. But between you and me, I think this is his way of apologizing to you, just in a very gallant way.”

“You mean unnecessary and undeserving,” you correct, still in shock that Jungkook is paying for all those, even if yes, he can easily afford them. 

“Nope, not at all. I know he’s been difficult to deal with and I’d like to apologize on his behalf, seeing that he’s terrible at doing it. I know it doesn’t make things better but at least it’s something you don’t have to worry about anymore.”

“Well, that does help a bit,” you smile, following him as he heads out the door. “But thank you again, Mr. Kim.”

“Off with the formalities,” he laughs. “It’s Taehyung. And you’re welcome. It’s the least I could do to somehow make up for my ass of a best friend.” 

“He’s not too bad. Not anymore, at least,” you counter. “I’ll go ahead. Have a good day, Taehyung!”

Jungkook manages to look down on his phone in time for you not to see him watch you talk freely and casually with his friend. That’s another person close to him who gets to experience how you’re like - joyful and warm, perhaps a little shy sometimes, but comfortable just the same. It’s something he’ll only see from afar; your positions necessitate some distance, but perhaps that’s better than not having you around at all. 

You enter the car and you’re back to being quiet and reserved, your eyes focused on the road while Jungkook, in an effort not to keep glancing at you, turns to his leather notebook and doodles some designs that pop in his head. It’s his way of calming himself down most days, helping him focus given that his mind is often filled with too many thoughts that he can’t express. He hopes that in drawing them, he can somehow rid himself of the feelings he’s locked in and it helps, as he’s somehow able to get over the tension from earlier and the tiniest bit of jealousy over your casual engagement with Taehyung.

You both return to the office, with Jungkook proceeding to his room to prepare for a lunch meeting and you follow, taking some signed documents that he’d left earlier.

“Mr. Jeon,” you say as he settles in his seat. “Thank you for the dresses. I… I’ve never had anything as beautiful as those and undeserving as I may feel, I’m just really appreciative.”

Jungkook isn’t prepared for the softness in your voice as you say the words, and like the consistent jerk that he is, he brushes it off.

“Taehyung made them; you should thank him. I just paid for them,” he utters, his tone stern and uncaring.

His eyes flit to you when there’s silence on your end, and he wishes they hadn’t. There’s resignation in yours, as if he’s shattering another moment you’re creating where you’re just being sincere and he’s being dismissive. It’s his default, he reasons, not just towards you but towards everyone. Normally he wouldn’t mind how the other would take it, but with you right now, he wishes he was so much better than this. 

You hold his gaze, as if trying to tell him things you don’t want to express. He’s not one to apologize, but he also won’t accept gratitude. You’re starting to think that what Jungkook can’t handle is any form of human connection. It’s something you struggle with at times, but you’re at least open to it, willing to accept kindness and appreciating people for what they have to offer. Jungkook deflects; he turns away. It seemed like it took so much for him to even verbalize needing your help and perhaps he was desperate; his reputation was on the line after all. But even then, he doesn’t give nor does he accept, and you wonder what made him that way. 

“Is there anything else?” He finally asks after a long beat of silence. 

“Nothing more,” you shake your head and excuse yourself. 

Returning to your desk, you look at Jungkook from your seat. There’s a hint of emptiness in his eyes that you often mistake for apathy. Perhaps there’s more and perhaps the help he really needs isn’t just about dealing with his father or remembering names or navigating relationships required for his role. Maybe it’s about opening himself up a little, or smiling when the situation calls for it, or not questioning other people’s kindness towards him. Maybe it’s about realizing he’s more than just this heir to the company or the playboy he’s known as. Maybe it’s about seeing that he’s capable of sincerity and gentleness as well.

You sigh to yourself. It’s probably a long shot but you only feel strongly about it because you know what it’s like to turn people away. If it hadn’t been for your family and friends, you probably would’ve continued to do so. Jungkook may be your boss but he’s human, too, and he may just be waiting around to see who’d be patient enough to extend a hand and let him know that he’s not alone, that someone understands, and maybe that someone is you.

The days fly by too quickly for your liking and you haven't been able to take a breath. You had a meeting with the organizing committee of the Appointment Dinner most of last Friday and you spent your weekend coordinating with the designers for the Arts Center launch. It’s been last minute preparations these past two days and before you know it, Wednesday has come. You stayed late the night before and were gladly checked in at the hotel with the other assistants, so you at least got a bit of sleep even if your body felt like it continued to stay awake. 

But tonight is important, as the newly appointed executives will be formally introduced to the corporation’s directors, shareholders, and subsidiary companies. You’ve been organizing this with the planning committee since the appointments were announced, and given that coordinating events like this is one of your primary tasks, you’re exhausted and excited and nervous all at once. But it’s the second time you’re doing this and you’ve learned so much since you did this for Hoseok. There’s more knowledge, sure, but there’s also more confidence. You also know enough to eat before the guests arrive and at 3PM, it’s exactly what you do, knowing you won’t have much else until the event ends.

The other employees compliment your dress, and you’re too shy to say who had designed it but you eventually do, knowing it’s good for Taehyung’s brand. But you don’t say much else, choosing instead to focus on the guest list as you’re tasked to do, and you go around the events hall to make sure that the VIP name cards are placed on their proper tables. You’re able to sneak bites of the canapes as you go, allowing yourself a flute of champagne for that kick you need to socialize with the guests tonight. 

You engage with the early birds when they arrive, guiding them to their seats and putting on your most welcoming smile. You get Mr. Ri’s message that they’re nearby, so you head outside and stand by the entrance and wait for them, knowing Jungkook would want to know how things are going.

He exits the car in a black suit and white top, a statement brooch adorning his classic coat. The strands of his long hair are tucked behind his ears and he looks even more polished than usual, a look that catches attention; it definitely catches yours. 

“Mr. Jeon,” you bow in greeting. “Some of your invited guests have arrived.” 

“Have you spoken to them?” He asks, as you walk slightly behind him towards the venue. 

“I have, and they’re looking forward to seeing you.” 

He nods, and just as he’s about to enter the hall, he stops and turns towards you. 

“You’re busy tonight, aren’t you?”

“Somewhat, sir,” you reply. “We all have our tasks but I’m free to move around. Do you need help with anything?”

“Just, uh, names.”

“I’ll always be nearby,” you assure him. 

Your smile gives him the comfort he needs. He’s been without it since yesterday afternoon, given that you had to prepare as part of the organizing committee. And while the support team and Yoongi have been encouraging, only you really know why every event such as this is important for him. 

Jungkook has already made gains with some of the Board members last week; this time, it’s about engaging everyone else - the staff, the partners, and key personalities in the industry. Hoseok and Ji-woo have done this before but it’s Jungkook’s first time. He’s no longer just an executive in the Southeast Asian office; he’s now the Vice President of the entire company. There’s a lot of pressure that comes from carrying the Jeon family name, and even more being the only one of the two sons who’s taking on such an important role. 

The event hall is grand. It’s pretty special, too. It’s one of the projects he worked on as part of the design department years ago before he left for Singapore, and the thought makes him stop. Perhaps this is the reason why his father chose this venue for tonight; if anything, it’s a reminder of what Jungkook is capable of. He takes a breath and looks around to soak everything in before approaching his invited guests - partners and consultants he worked with in his previous role. 

But that ends quickly, as many more people approach him for a greeting. 

Jungkook is a bit overwhelmed. He tries to hold eye contact when he speaks to them but he can only do so for so long. Some faces are familiar but the names escape him, and he starts to regret all the times that he flew here for events like this and never engaged with the other guests. If he had, perhaps this wouldn’t be so hard. 

There are those who introduce themselves, while there are those who don’t, perhaps assuming that he’d know who they are. Just like the couple who’s speaking to him excitedly, and he wants to return the energy by at least calling them by their names. His mind is blank, and just as he’s about to give up, he looks up and sees you, your eyes catching his as if you’re just waiting for his cry for help. 

There’s pleading in his eyes and you get it immediately, as you walk towards his direction then greet the pair next to him.

“Mr. and Mrs. Yamada,” you say. “It’s lovely to see both of you again. I saw in the news that you’re launching a new project with our partners from Dubai. That’s quite exciting.”

“Ah, Ms. Cho,” they greet you back. “Yes, all thanks to Mr. Jung who helped us with that partnership. We’re excited for it as well.”

“Oh, I’m sure. We’re looking forward to it,” you smile.

“Thank you. I’m pleased to know that you remain as the Vice President’s assistant,” Mrs. Yamada says. “Perhaps we can invite Mr. Jeon to one of our hotels in Japan? Or even in London?”

You turn to Jungkook who looks less tense than he did a few minutes ago.

“Ah, yes, that would be great, Mr. and Mrs. Yamada,” he responds. “I’m sure I’ll find time during one of my trips and I’ll definitely give you a call. Perhaps we can talk about projects we can work on as well.”

The excitement in the couple’s faces is a joy to see and for their sake, you really do wish that Jungkook makes good on his promise. You ask him about it after they leave, and he says that the names were familiar. Ji-woo’s talked about working with them before and that they’re long-time friends of the family, so he should maintain that relationship. 

A call of his name prompts both of you to look to the side, and he turns to you with a questioning face. 

“Mr. Adam’s an investor. Behind him is Professor Zhang from SNU. They’re friends of your father,” you tell him. Seeing Bitna signal for you, you say, “I have to check on something, Mr. Jeon. I’ll be back.”

You turn around to head to one of the tables, but you look back to watch Jungkook greet those who approach him, his smile becoming more natural as the moments pass by. You briefly meet with some staff about the musical guest and some other last minute adjustments. You greet Taehyung and Seokjin who show up to support their best friend, with both men complimenting how you look.

Knowing that Jungkook will be needing you again after, you call over Do-hyun and Yohan and delegate some of your monitoring tasks to them, and then stand by one of the tables as you watch the socialization take place as more guests come in.

Your eyes find Jungkook again as he’s engaged in a conversation with some Board members and other partners, and you smile a little at how he’s able to maintain eye contact and look like he’s actually interested, especially after he looks up and gives you a look as if to say that he’s trying his best. 

“Why are you watching him like some child who’s trying to make friends at the playground?” Chin-sun asks, the teasing tone of her voice making you chuckle. “He’s a grown man, you know? He can hold his own.”

“I know,” you reply, turning to her. “But it’s one of the many things that’s new about his role. And probably one of the more important ones. I just wanna let him know that he’s doing a good job.”

“Well, there’s no wife or girlfriend to do that. I guess that makes it your responsibility then.”

You disregard her comment’s implication and point out that Hoseok does that for Jungkook, too, but he’s just as busy and perhaps just as nervous as well. 

“It matters a lot to hear it. Plus, social events can be overwhelming and isolating at the same time. He’s still getting used to it,” you add.

The prolonged silence prompts you to turn to her.

“You know, I admire you for a lot of things,” she says. “Your ability to remain kind after everything is one of them. I mean, after how he treated you those first few weeks? That was tough.”

Your resigned face pushes her to continue. “Do-hyun could’ve gone on without telling me about seeing you cry and I still would’ve known. You tried to hide it but your smile always fell too fast and your eyes were just always sad. Must’ve been hard, trying to get the team on his side when you couldn’t do that for yourself.”

“I honestly don’t know how I survived that first month,” you laugh to mask the sadness from that experience. “But that’s in the past. He still has his moments but at least there are good ones now. I’m here to do my job. Being kind after everything is part of it.”

“I wish you didn’t have to keep it to yourself though,” she laments. “If we couldn’t help, we could’ve at least cheered you up.”

“I didn’t want to bring you guys into it,” you say. “The team was incredibly busy with so many things and I managed. That’s what matters.”

“Oh, ___,” she sighs. “You put so much of yourself in your job. I think that’s why the bosses trust you. But that takes so much out of you, too. Do you have anything left for yourself?”

“What’s left is right here, Chin-sun. I don’t think I know what I am outside of all this.”

“Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, I’ve worked with you for three years and I can’t say I really know you outside of this, too. And if you can’t… well, that’s something to think about.”

“And I have. It’s something I’ve asked myself, but trying to find the answer isn’t as easy as asking the question. So I just put all my energy into my work because where else would I? It at least pays the bills and lets me enjoy little luxuries every once in a while,” you reason. 

“Well, I know what learning who you are outside of this job would entail, and I’m a little selfish because I need you around,” she smiles. “No one does things the way you do, and that’s also why I figured that at some point, Mr. Jeon was gonna get himself together because he can’t afford to lose you. You’re so good at this, ___. He’s lucky you didn’t quit.”

“Apparently, it takes a lot to get me to quit,” you reply. 

Or I was just never brave enough to do it, you want to say. Asking the question is indeed always easier than finding the answer. 

“Let’s hope you find a way to find yourself without resigning. We can’t afford to lose you, too,” she winks. 

“I appreciate that, Chin-sun. Thank you.”

“Well, I think it matters that you know that you’re doing amazing. I hope he treats you as you deserve.”

He tries, you think to yourself. At least that’s what you hope. 

The call of your names from a familiar voice excites you, as A-yeong approaches you and Chin-sun. You engage in your usual hushed conversations until you see Jungkook in another sea of people and you decide to approach him, the relief on his face telling you that he’s indeed been needing you. 

It’s not your preferred crowd. Something you’ve learned in your years of attending these events is that you would smile and entertain them and men would think it’s an invitation to invade your personal space. A lingering touch on the elbow, a hand on your waist, standing a millimeter too close… and they disregard your uncomfortable look or attempts at stepping away. 

The man you’re introduced to is new but his ways aren’t, and you scan the hall to find Bitna who turns to you in time, the look you give her signaling another person to look out for. It’s a system they developed that they’ve filled you in on, and you immediately excuse yourself and check on the food served at the back even if you know they’re still well stocked. It at least allows you a breather. You’re not even a main actor but you’re tired as hell from socializing with people. 

It’s not long after when the event starts. Speeches and a performance take place while dishes are being put out, and it’s after the main course is served when Jungkook steps away from his seat. 

Choosing to stand towards the back before he’s called on stage to be introduced, he scans the hall and thinks about the work that the committee put in, including you, who had to deal with him while dealing with all this. He catches sight of you speaking with the other assistants, and he already knows there’s some planning going on. But like the last time, he felt you around even if you were busy; you held his gaze during the times he felt a little overwhelmed. 

“You ready?”

Yoongi’s voice is deep but calming, and Jungkook takes it as his friend’s way of encouraging him. 

“Not really, but I’ll manage.” 

“Good. You’ve got people on your side,” Yoongi assures him. “Like me. And especially her.”

He gestures towards the left where Jungkook sees you approaching them. Since you started working for him, he didn’t expect how easily he could find comfort in your presence. He went from wishing you were someone else, to wanting to distance himself from you, to constantly hoping you were around. Those last two could actually coexist, and they do. There’s still detachment as his means to combat the attraction - he tries not to care about you, to not get to know you, to remind himself of who you are in his life, but he still depends on you for support, for comfort, for stability. You make his life easier; you also make it feel less lonely. And every time you’re there is a moment where he feels like he could breathe, like the noise in his mind stills because he’s forced to focus on you; somehow, you captivate him that way. 

“Are you ready, Mr. Jeon?”

The contrasting tenderness of your voice gives him that boost and he nods despite the lingering nervousness.

“I guess so,” he huffs. “Let’s get this over with.”

He walks towards his seat up front while you stay behind with Yoongi who leads you to one of the free tables at the back. You both don’t say much to each other, focusing instead on the short speeches that Ji-woo and Hoseok give, both of them expressing their gratitude and giving previews of upcoming projects to look forward to. They’re masters at commanding a crowd, as evidenced by their engagement and loud applause at the end of it. You can already imagine Jungkook feeling even more nervous, knowing that’s not really his style, but you hope that your earlier encouragement lingers, as he walks towards the stage.

He delivers his speech flawlessly. Knowing him the way you do, you could tell he let his vulnerability shine through, even if it may not seem much to everyone else. The teaser about the Arts Center gets people excited, which he builds up on. He even slides in a few jokes that surprisingly get the audience entertained. 

A small smile paints your face and from next to you, Yoongi chuckles in almost disbelief. 

“Is it safe to say you’re proud of him?” He asks, as Jungkook walks down the stage and CEO Jeon takes the mic. 

“You could say that,” you turn to him. “It’s silly, considering how things started. I… I didn’t think I’d be genuinely rooting for him, you know? But I am. I really want him to do well.”

“That’s good to hear, ___. I guess it means that things really are changing and he’s treating you better.”

“I think they are,” you hum. “I mean, not the best, but I also don’t know what that’s supposed to look like. I guess I’m just understanding who he is a little bit better now. And I think that makes the difference.”

“Like I said, he’s not a terrible person. He just needs… someone to be patient with him, someone to show him kindness,” Yoongi says. “I think that’s what he lost along the way. He stopped being that way to himself and so did people. They just didn’t want to upset him, but they also didn’t give or show anything more.”

“You think so?”

“Why do you think it’s so hard for him to forge even the simplest and most basic connections?” Yoongi questions. “They lack meaning for him. I think he’s forgotten what that’s like. Without sincerity or kindness, without intensity or honesty, there’s just… emptiness. Everything is fleeting for him.”

“And you’re telling me this, why?” You eye him curiously. 

“Because I think your kindness did something to him.”

“And that is?”

“He’s showing a bit of that to himself, too. And I guess to others as well,” Yoongi explains. 

“I’m a mere assistant doing her job, Yoongi,” you shake your head. “It’s a little selfish but I do what I can to appease him and to make our relationship good enough to make this job bearable for me. If it makes him a better person, good for him and better for me. I’ll just keep doing it then.”

Your friend’s silence prompts you to turn towards him. He seems to be in deep thought, perhaps analyzing what you’d just said, which he tends to do. 

There’s no lie in your statement. You’d done your part of standing up to Jungkook at the start; you at least got to show you were capable of fighting for yourself in that sense. But after that, you learned that keeping things in and letting him see how his actions affect you works as well. You show kindness because it’s natural for you, but also because it keeps the peace, it keeps both of you stable. 

But you can also admit that you do all that because wanting him to know that he’s got you on his side is a way to tell yourself that you’ve got people rooting for you, too, even if you’re not the best at keeping relationships nor keeping people close. You show Jungkook what you want to experience from people; you make him feel what you want to feel. Maybe that makes you selfish. You think it also makes you human.

It’s not something you tell Yoongi, though. But maybe with the way he looks at you assuringly, you suppose he knows it, too.

The event finally ends and the guests start exiting the venue. You bid them goodbye while instructing some in-house staff about cleaning up. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon greet you on their way out, commending you for your work along with the others, and it’s their encouraging smiles that remind you of one of the reasons why you stick to this job. They’re people you don’t want to disappoint as well, and seeing them satisfied is always a good thing. 

“Hey, you’re officially off the clock,” Bitna reminds you. “A couple of us are staying for closing, remember?”

“Right,” you smile. 

They have a day off tomorrow because of tonight but it’s not something you can afford, given that you’ve got the Arts Center event one a week from now. It’s almost midnight and you’d have to be up in 5 hours.

“I’ll get going then. I’ll just say goodbye to— oh, Mr. Jeon,” you say, finding him just as you were about to look for him. “Is there anything I can help you with before I leave?”

“Oh, there’s nothing. Just, uh, how are you getting home?”

“A cab,” you answer. 

Yoongi nudges your arm from next to you with a pout on his face. “Yah! I’ll take you home. It’s not safe to take a cab this late.”

“Yes, that’s preferable, Ms. Cho,” Jungkook says. “It’s been a long night.”

“Okay, sir,” you nod. “And it has. You also did really well. I didn’t expect the jokes but they were obviously a hit. Yoongi laughed, that’s how I know.”

“You laughed, too,” Yoongi points out.

“I’m glad it worked, then,” Jungkook says. “You can get going. You can also report to my place at 8AM to give you more time to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jungkook heads out and rushes to the car where Mr. Ri drives him home. His mind is still buzzing from what transpired but he’s glad he managed like he said he would, like you believed he would. 

And amidst the relief that he did well and the nervousness from having to do something similar again next week, there’s you, a vision that he quickly shakes off and one he finds himself seeing after every big and small thing that he does. 

Your warm shower and your bed have never felt this good, only because you’re as tired as you are and you want nothing more than the weekend to come. But you’ve got a few more stressful days ahead of you and you try to push through them one at a time.

You go to Jungkook later than usual that Thursday then spend much of the entire day meeting with him and the team about next week’s event. You conduct a visit to the venue the next day and then spend the weekend answering guests’ queries and helping Chin-sun coordinate with suppliers. Monday and Tuesday have you going from one place to another and hopping from one meeting to the next, all while balancing your executive assistant and events manager responsibilities. 

It’s incredibly tiring, but you also won’t deny the exhilaration you feel. There’s something so satisfying about seeing everything come together, especially as you look around the venue - an industrial commercial space that Jungkook and Yoongi jointly designed specifically for tonight. The high ceilings allow for the large panels that project the Arts Center design, with bright lights Illuminating the curated sculptures and art pieces placed around. The space elicits a feeling of newness and familiarity, of hollowness and clarity. There’s integration of traditional and modern elements and essentially, of history and emergence. 

It leaves you quite breathless as you look around. It’s not even the Arts Center itself but you know that this is the emotion that Jungkook wants the guests to feel. He wants them to be in awe, to look on in excitement. 

“It’s pretty great, huh?” Yoongi asks next to you. “Worth all the hard work.”

“It is. Design and logistics did amazing in putting this together,” you say, given that you’ve spent the entire day working with both teams to set this up.

“Well, Jungkook’s vision is captivating to begin with. It really makes a difference when you’re led by a creative mind. Selling the idea won’t be so hard in a place like this.”

“I really hope so. We’re banking on the artists for exposure. There are gonna be articles about it, too. The whole process is being documented and that makes the final product much more exciting,” you explain. “I… I actually feel really good being a part of this. I’m glad I didn’t quit after that first week.”

Yoongi laughs along with you, knowing now that that experience no longer bothers you the way it used to. But he’s glad about it, too, not only because he selfishly wants you around but even more, he knew that you needed this, that you needed to feel redeemed in Jungkook’s eyes and in yours. Yoongi hopes that as the project goes on, you’ll learn more about yourself and what you want, what you’re good at, what you can give, and what makes you happy. 

“That makes both of us. I’m sure Jungkook thinks so, too,” Yoongi replies.

“Well, we’ll never know because he’ll probably never admit it but it’s a good thought,” you smile. “As long as we maintain this unproblematic dynamic, I’m good.”

“Speaking of which, where is he?”

“On the way,” you say. “He had a meeting to attend and he said he’ll be fixing up here. He should be here in a few minutes.”

Do-hyun approaches you about the photographer and you excuse yourself, instructing Yohan next to her to lead Jungkook to the waiting room when he arrives. 

Jungkook steps into the venue and like he’d hoped, he feels the energy as he takes it all in. There’s a lot of possibility as he looks around, and that’s what he wants the guests to see. He wants the artists to envision their own pieces displayed; he wants the creatives to imagine fashion shows and photo shoots and videos that come to life; he wants people to see the potential of an Arts Center beyond just looking at art pieces.

But underneath the pride is nervousness. There will be important personalities coming today and it’s his opportunity to engage with them, to make them want to be a part of this. Talking about the details of the project would be easy; it’s connecting with them that’s a challenge. He had last week’s Appointment Dinner as a trial and like you said, he did well. It’s tonight that matters so much more to him. He supposes that what happens will set the trajectory for how the promotion of the Center will go, so making a good first impression is crucial. 

Yohan approaches him and leads him towards the waiting room where his outfit, which Taehyung had pressed and sent over here, hangs on a rack. There are two magazine publications that will feature this event and both include an interview with him and some photos. 

Jungkook starts dressing up, knowing he’ll be called for those not long from now. He looks at himself in the mirror and the uncertainty fills him again. It’s not the look he would’ve gone for but his best friend was adamant that an event like this calls for something new. With his trousers and fitted shirt on, Jungkook breathes in and out, and it’s at the same time when there’s a knock on the door and your call of his name suddenly makes him nervous. 

You enter, stopping as you shut the door, your eyes a little wide, and look at him. You’re a sight to behold in your floral-laced dress and if he was anxious seconds ago, he’s even more now.

“I knew I should’ve stuck to the classic,” Jungkook sighs at your unmoving form. 

“What—what do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” You ask, finally finding your voice. 

“You’re not saying anything,” he frowns. “Tonight probably wasn’t the best time to show up in an outfit like this.”

“And why is that?” You wonder, walking closer to him now. You try to calm your racing heart because Jungkook looking this good in a checkered flared trouser and white v-neck shirt was not something you expected. “You look…”

“Pretentious?” He chuckles, shaking his head and bending towards the mirror, his angled body making you feel even hotter.

You’ve long accepted that Jungkook is a very handsome man. It’s probably why it was more frustrating despising him and, like Soomin said, also satisfying. He’s got a perfect mix of boyish and manly features with his doe eyes and chiseled jaw; the aura of confidence and nonchalance perhaps add to that as well. It also doesn’t help that he has a really good physique, something you’d seen on his first day on the job and one you’d denied affected you. You’d gotten used to it somehow. Hard as it was to suppress those thoughts every time you fixed his tie or watched him walk about his penthouse in his gym clothes, you managed. You’ve always been professional, and you’ve always reminded yourself to not let it affect you.

But tonight, it’s just hard not to, especially with the way his biceps are popping out of those short sleeves; and if the shirt were an inch tighter, you’d probably be able to trace his toned chest and abs as well. He’s cut his hair, too, slick and pushed back as if he's starring in some western rockstar film. 

“Good…” you manage to say after what seemed like minutes. “The outfit looks good on you, sir. It’s new and fresh, not like the usual formal attire that screams ‘businessman who only wants profits.’ This is posh and stylish. It makes you look more approachable.”

“This is what would make me look approachable?” He asks incredulously.

“Actually, a smile would,” you say too quickly, earning you a laugh. “But this works, too. It fits with the theme.”

“That’s what Tae said, too,” Jungkook sighs. “He insisted that at least for these Arts Center-related events, I should dress a little more boldly and more interesting, things I definitely am not but, well, I couldn’t counter him when he said that my usual prints and styles make me look like I’m just going to a meeting or some business conference.”

“And he’s not wrong,” you point out, walking closer to him. “You don’t need anything eccentric, just something exciting. This is simple yet sophisticated.”

“Have you seen the coat?” He asks, gesturing to the rack when you say no.

“Oh. There’s a corsage,” you say, admiring the matching brown checkered piece.

“An oversized one,” he rolls his eyes. 

“It looks pretty.”

“That’s what he said, too.”

“If you don’t like it, why didn’t you tell him during the fitting?”

“I did like it but it’s Tae - he’s good at convincing people that they look good. And I probably thought that, too. But he’s not yet here and he’s gonna be late so right now, all I can think about is that I’ll look ridiculous.”

“Well, that makes one of us,” you say, surprising him. “If what I think matters, then you’d have to take my word for it. The outfit looks good. It captures people’s attention and that’s what you need. You’re just gonna have to follow this up with similar styles but that wouldn’t be a problem. Just carry yourself with confidence. It’s what Mr. Kim would say.”

“I know. He texted that same line to me five times today.”

“He’s your best friend, Mr. Jeon. I’m sure he’s looking out for your best interest.”

“True, but then again, we were forced to become friends when we were young so who knows?”

You laugh at his words. “Is that so?”

“Our fathers are best friends so we spent a lot of time together,” Jungkook shares. “We were all so different and we got on each other’s nerves but I guess that made us closer. I… I wasn’t close to my brother so I just stuck with those who stuck around. It’s a good thing they turned out to be decent people.”

“They’re very kind, I should say.”

“Yeah. It sucks that their kindness didn’t rub off on me,” he says as he holds your gaze.

The tension rises as you look back at him. It’s hard not to fall into his eyes, and you’re thankful for the knock on the door and Yohan’s voice on the other side saying that the interviewer is ready for Jungkook now. 

“Five minutes,” you call out, breaking the moment and retrieving his last piece of clothing. 

You assist him in wearing his coat and just like reflex, you immediately fix the sleeves and adjust the corsage that isn’t actually that big. You look at him from head to toe and see Taehyung’s vision. There’s something captivating about Jungkook in this fit; it makes him intriguing and someone to look out for. You suppose that was the intention.

“Respectable enough?” He asks worriedly once you meet his eyes.

“Respectable enough,” you affirm, hoping your smile can give him the encouragement he needs. 

You open the door and let the first set of crew in. You watch on as they interview and take snapshots while your own team from the marketing department capture what’s happening as well. 

Jungkook sits cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes looking out into the distance as he absorbs the questions and thinks of his answers. He gesticulates as he responds, something you noticed him only ever do about topics that seem very important to him. He’s done it during meetings with the team and with Yoongi, and you suppose there’s that level of honesty that he shows then. His responses are thoughtful and profound, as the questions revolve around the type of art pieces to be displayed, how culture can be celebrated and respected, and what the public can look forward to once the Center is open to everyone. 

The next interviewer starts off with the practical questions before moving to the technicalities of the design and structure such as the materials used, the techniques utilized in renovating such a massive complex, and how the Center itself represents art and culture. This is when Jungkook fully relaxes. You see it in his body language, in the softness of his expressions, and in the mellow tone of his voice as he discusses in terms you don’t fully understand but somehow still make you feel like you know exactly what he’s talking about.

It’s different seeing him in this way. Your team vetted these interviewers and publications and they seem sincere about their articles and so you know they aren’t there to judge; Jungkook knows they aren’t there to scrutinize him. He’s not there to impress them or even to sell the idea; he just wants to share it, to make it known, to narrate the process of this project that may still be in its very early stages but which has lived in his mind for years.

He may not always be good with words but you can tell that he finds them when the ideas are clear to him. He’s able to articulate what he sees in his mind and there’s something captivating about that. There’s a lot you can learn from him, you think, and if what you develop after having stayed this long is even just a fraction of his creativity, then you’d feel accomplished. 

You can tell even more now how important this is to him, especially when he emphasizes the individual’s need and desire for connection and how he wants the Center to be a hub for that, or perhaps its creator. You wonder if he knows so much about it, or if, like you, it’s something he also constantly seeks. 

You’re so focused on taking him all in that you don’t notice that you’ve been staring. Your eyes fall on his fingers, waving about as he draws imaginary pictures; they land on his lips, pink and dry as they utter words that are perhaps the most he’s said, and suddenly, his voice is the most comforting it’s ever sounded to you. You look upwards and that’s when you notice it - his eyes are on you just as yours are on him yet he continues talking, and you hold onto it for a few seconds before you feel the heat reach your cheeks. It feels like a burn and you snap out of the spell-like feeling you were caught in as you turn away now and try to catch your breath.

You hadn’t meant to stare but you were drawn to him at that moment, and as he talked about how the designs reflect the tangibility yet elusiveness of human connection, you found yourself drowning in his words and in the way he said them. He’d caught you before you could look away, and you decide that the only way to go about it is to pretend it didn’t happen.

And that’s what you do, as you remain on your spot with your eyes scanning the room, no longer focused on him.

The interview ends right as Chin-sun enters to say that some guests have arrived. You instruct her to entertain them first with Manager Lee as you wrap up in here and it’s not long after when you’re left with Jungkook once again.

“Was that good?” He asks, his gaze on you as you look elsewhere.

“It was. You seemed more relaxed,” you state, unnecessarily fixing the couch to distract yourself. “That’s a good way to start the evening, Mr. Jeon. I’m sure the guests would enjoy speaking with you tonight.”

“That’s what I hope,” he replies. “I’ll need you close to me to keep track of scheduled meetings or any invitations. I’d also like them to be familiar with you as my assistant so they know who to reach out to in case I’m not available.”

“Of course, sir,” you say, turning around to face him again, suddenly feeling nervous about the intensity of his look. “I’ll take note of all those.” 

He nods then exits the room and you follow. You trail him as he starts to greet the guests one by one.

There are heads of private foundations and curators. There are creative directors from entertainment agencies and some art enthusiasts. There are artists and authors and poets, all of whom are intrigued and seemingly excited about what’s in store. 

Jungkook heads to the front after being introduced by Manager Lee and takes his time to introduce the project, utilizing the panels and all of the interiors’ walls to showcase the design virtually. He presents his plans and the role of artists, creatives, creators, and consumers. It’s a half hour speech that ends, followed by a light sit-down dinner that Jungkook takes advantage of to engage with the guests. 

He first greets the deputy minister of the arts and culture ministry and then Mr. Saito, who’d likewise brought some of his artist friends from Japan. 

You then follow Jungkook around as instructed, taking notes on your phone in between to list all the upcoming meetings and other activities scheduled on the spot. You’ve somehow developed this skill with Hoseok but it still doesn’t get any easier. The fact that so many of them want to touch base with Jungkook after his pitch says a lot about how well he did and how much it resonated with the people he wanted to connect with. 

Based on your notes, you can already tell it’s gonna be incredibly busy moving forward, and the thought suddenly makes your head hurt. But you push through, knowing there are more people to meet with, even with Chin-sun and Manager Lee entertaining half of them. 

Jungkook takes the stage again to introduce some of the artists whose works will be displayed in the Arts Center, and he gives them time to talk about their pieces and what drew them into the project. The company head who’s been contracted to create the products for the souvenir shop also speaks, and as they share, you feel the excitement heighten. The opening is still a long time from now but things seem so clear and so certain, and you know that was because of Jungkook - because he demands the same level of excellence he practices from others, because he’s committed to his vision and he makes sure to see it through. 

More engagement takes place, and your only breather is when Jungkook decides to talk to his father and then Hoseok but after that, you’re back to following him around and running out of calling cards for people to keep and call you in the future. 

The last of the remaining guests finally leave at 10PM. You look around and the art pieces are being carefully wrapped for transport. The panels remain but Do-hyun and Yohan will be returning in the morning to pack everything up. Slowly, you start to feel the soreness creep in and the headache intensify but you shake all the pain off. There are two more days left for the week and you just have to power through them to survive. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Chin-sun asks as she readies to leave.

“I live on the other side of the city from you. From all of you,” you remind them. It’s really the only reason why you don’t hitch a ride with them, especially considering that they have families and pets they go home to. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“What about Yoongi?” Jungkook asks, surprising you because you thought he’d been on the phone. “Can’t he drive you?”

“He left an hour ago, Mr. Jeon,” you reply. “He has that early morning flight to Jeju tomorrow.”

“Mr. Ri can drive you home after he drops me off,” Jungkook says. “It’s too late in the night and it might be hard for you to get a cab.”

“Okay, sir. Thank you,” you mumble, waving everybody goodbye as you follow him towards the car. 

You get inside and find him sitting in the backseat, his coat removed and his head rolled back. You can tell all the socializing drained his energy again, and you’d hate to remind him that there’s a Property Expo next week that his father assigned him to attend, as well as a Partners’ Fellowship Dinner where he has to deliver another speech. You decide to do so in the morning instead and let the soft sounds of the radio soothe your mind.

“I think tonight was a success,” he mutters, prompting you to turn towards him. “Everyone I spoke to seemed excited.”

“They were,” you affirm. “They wouldn’t be scheduling meetings with you if they weren’t.”

“That’s true,” he hums. “That’s one major event down and several more to go.”

“I hope the team was able to show you how well we work together, Mr. Jeon. And that like me, they’re all on your side.”

Jungkook lets your words settle. He agrees. The team was like a well-oiled machine. Each member knew their roles and performed their tasks excellently. And there was you, of course, handling every one of his instructions and requests with grace. You looked really beautiful doing it, too, and he doesn’t know if he wants to thank or curse Taehyung for designing another dress that makes you stand out from the crowd because that’s what happened tonight - everywhere Jungkook looked, it seemed like all he could see was you.

He shakes away the thought, knowing that constantly acknowledging his attraction towards you would just make things harder for him the way that denying it would, and while he doesn’t have a solution for that either, he supposes that not acknowledging it at all would be the best option. 

So he focuses on the team instead, and he feels comforted to know that they worked hard because they knew how much tonight mattered to him, as Do-hyun expressed earlier. 

“I’m glad they are,” he finally replies. “I… I still don’t think I’m their favorite person but as long as they don’t despise me anymore, then I’m satisfied with that.”

“They don’t,” you counter, although even you’d know that’s a half-lie.

“They do. Or did, at least,” he laughs dryly. “It’s easy to stay unnoticed outside of the team’s office, you know?”

The tinge of sadness in his eyes confirms what you’re thinking - he’s heard some of the team conversations about him. And while you’d argue that they’re not vile or anything close to that, you also know that talking about him not smiling or not expressing his gratitude are things you shouldn’t be saying behind his back. Even if they’re true.

“I”m so, so sorry, Mr. Jeon. We–”

“It’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” he interjects. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t given you reasons to feel that way. You all did go from Hoseok to me and that’s quite the downgrade in terms of camaraderie and stuff.”

“We still didn’t have the right to say those things. And no, I’m not agreeing that you’re a downgrade,” you clarify. “Like you said, you and your cousin are very different.”

“I did. And that’s why I’m not surprised, is all I’m saying. But despite all that, the team did amazing tonight. Not like I’d expect they wouldn’t because they prefer someone more joyful or expressive, but it… it was also nice to see them enjoying themselves. I hope you did, too.”

“It was a memorable experience, Mr. Jeon,” you say. “It’s something new. The previous projects and events we handled were either residential or commercial in nature and our creativity wasn’t pushed as far as the Arts Center is doing. And we all appreciate that, even if we may not show it.”

“That’s good. At least there’s still something that you’re all getting out of this.”

There’s a sadness in his voice that you’re hearing for the first time. You don’t know what about tonight that’s making him vulnerable and honest with you. Perhaps it’s all the talk about human connection that he seems to struggle with, and maybe he’s realizing now that even with the team performing as well as they are, there’s still something lacking in soul and emotion that he thinks is because of him. 

Whatever it is, you hope that he doesn’t let it bring him down too much. Working closely with him, you’ve come to see more of him despite his efforts to keep those layers unpeeled and you’ve come to understand him a little more. You’ve forgiven him in the process, too. The team is still adjusting and you know it’s your job to bridge that gap. You’ll just have to figure out how. 

You let the silence end the conversation, not knowing what else you can say to comfort him at this moment. But you try though, as the car stops in front of his building and you call his name right before he closes the door.

“Yeah?” He asks, looking curiously at you. 

You almost forget what you’re about to say as he’s bent forward, his arm propped on the car roof, the surrounding lights highlighting the features of his face. 

“You did great tonight, too. And I learned a lot from you. Thank you for guiding us, sir.”

He’s left speechless, as he holds your gaze for a moment before nodding and closing the door. Mr. Ri drives away and you look back to see Jungkook walk slowly towards the building entrance, briefly looking your way before disappearing inside. 

You arrive at the office the next morning at 9AM with a splitting headache, your body dragging itself towards your chair as you try to maintain balance and get yourself together. Jungkook had messaged late last night that he was going to have a breakfast meeting with his father so you could go straight to work, and given last night’s late finish, you could come at a later time as well.

That gave you another two hours of sleep, which you were thankful for considering the terrible state you were in when you woke up. Your body felt sore and the dryness of your throat signaled that you’re about to get sick - it was just a matter of when it was going to fully kick in. It’s how your body reacts to stress, a pattern you noticed since you started working in the company. It’s usually after succeeding weeks of late nights and big events when you give in - the headaches start then the sore throat; not long after, the fever hits and you’d have to spend days just doing nothing until you’ve expelled the exhaustion away. 

On rare occasions, your mother or friends come, knowing you’d be too sick to make yourself some food. But they don’t always have that luxury. They have their own lives, too, lives that they just happen to have far away from you. But it’s why it mattered that you gave Jungkook that noodle soup when he was unwell. You know what it’s like to be sick and hungry and completely helpless, and you had a feeling that just like yourself, he’d deal with it on his own. You’ll probably have to stock up on food tonight to get you through the next few days; you just hope you haven’t completely fallen apart by then.

You take your medicines and try to focus on your tasks for this morning, scheduling meetings and screening photos from last night to be used for marketing purposes. Needing some tea, you head to the pantry and briefly check in with the team before heading back. You see that Jungkook has just arrived, as he accompanied his father to one of their project sites after their meeting. He calls you over and asks if Do-hyun and Yohan have come back from fixing things at last night’s venue.

“Yes, sir, they just got here,” you reply. “Everything’s been stored properly and Chin-sun’s working on the payments already.”

“Good,” Jungkook responds. “It’s lunchtime though, so you should all grab a meal. There’s a French restaurant that just opened a block from here. I heard it’s got great reviews, so take the team there and have them order anything they want. You can just use your card to pay but it’s under the office’s budget.”

“Okay, sir. Uhm, that sounds great,” you manage to say, excitement filling you because you spent the other night watching review videos of that restaurant on YouTube and immediately told Jimin and Soomin that you’ll be eating there when they visit you the next time. “What about you though? Aren’t you joining us?”

“I… Well…”

“You don’t have any other scheduled meeting other than the one we’ll have as a team at 2:30.”

“I don’t have to go,” he answers. “You all worked hard and deserve to enjoy yourselves and I don’t think that’ll happen if I’m around. We can all debrief during the meeting but lunch is your time to get together and bond as a group.”

“You’re part of that group, too, Mr. Jeon. You are our boss,” you counter.

“Exactly.”

“But Mr. Ju–” you stop, not wanting to draw another comparison, which you said you’ll stop doing.

“I know. Hoseok would join you for lunch or dinner and the team enjoyed his presence,” Jungkook states. “I don’t think that’s the case with me. This isn’t me putting myself down but… you know that I don’t really… do things like that. I’m still learning that part of the role and I don’t want to spoil their fun.”

“You can’t really speak for the team though,” you point out.

“Well, you represent them to me. Am I wrong to assume all that?”

“No, but I think it would be a good opportunity to prove to them otherwise,” you advise.

Jungkook sighs, knowing you’ve got a point. But he insists, claiming that he’s still figuring out the team and how to relate with them. 

“I understand, Mr. Jeon,” you concede. “How about your lunch?”

“I’ll manage. You can all go ahead so you can get back on time.”

“We will. Thank you. I already know they’re going to enjoy it.”

The team is ecstatic when you tell them about lunch plans. They also only wonder about Jungkook’s presence once they’ve ordered and perhaps they’re still figuring him out, too. Much of their engagement with Jungkook is through meetings, as none of them, save for Manager Lee, feel comfortable or even free enough to just approach him. They also don’t know much about his interests or his quirks, and that puts you in the same boat as them. 

You said once that you’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to him already. Maybe slowly you are, as you look around and wish that he was here to experience this, too. Somehow you just think he’d love the duck confit dish that you eventually order for yourself. Maybe you can let him know, and he can order it on his own time. 

Lunch ends with everyone on a high from the delicious meal. Even you forget how terrible you’re actually feeling and let the laughs and scrumptious food compensate for the fatigue. 

You get back to the office and head to Jungkook as the rest of the team prepares the conference room for the meeting. You see a half-eaten sandwich on his desk and hate to think that it’s all he had while you enjoyed a fancy lunch that he ordered you all to have. He seems to pick up your thoughts as your eyes flit from him to his food and he affirms you that he’s not that hungry, given the heavy breakfast he had this morning.

“How was lunch?” He asks. 

“It was great. The food was really good. I had the duck confit that I think you’ll like and… uh, they were asking where you were.”

“They were?” 

“Yeah,” you respond. “They were wondering why you didn’t join us.”

“What did you say?”

“That you were on a conference call,” you say. You didn’t like that you had to lie to them about it, but you also didn’t want to use that time to talk about Jungkook behind his back again. “Yohan said that it’s understandable; you’re always busy and he doubts you get a break while you’re here.”

“Oh. Well, he’s not wrong.”

“We had a good time though, and I’m sure they’ll tell you later but thank you. It’s nice seeing the team enjoy themselves. I wish you could see it, too.”

“Maybe one day,” he says sullenly, standing up right after to head to the meeting with you.

The room quiets down when you both arrive and Jungkook feels once more the shift in their disposition once he joins them. He can’t fault them for it knowing that’s because of him, but as time passes and the more he talks about the value of human connections - which the Arts Center aims to foster - the more he starts to think of exactly what he’s missing by keeping himself too far a distance from everyone else around him. 

His father tries, he can tell. Most of their breakfast or lunch or dinner meetings aren’t actually meetings, and he supposes it’s just his old man’s way of spending time with him by disguising it as something work-related, knowing that Jungkook wouldn’t be into it if it wasn’t. His mother asks him over to their house on some weekends for lunch, her own way of reconnecting with him after years of being apart, but even with that, Jungkook just gives the bare minimum. 

He doesn’t not like them; he just stopped being close to them at some point and he didn’t really care to mend it as he grew older. The women he sleeps with don’t count since he doesn’t even really talk to them, and other than Taehyung and Seokjin, and occasionally Yoongi, who keep up with his attitude, there really isn’t anyone else whom he thinks enjoys his presence enough to want to have him around. 

He doesn’t know about you though, but he makes an educated guess and thinks there’s not much of him you’d miss just like anyone, and while the thought stings a bit, it’s one he tries to live with.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon,” Manager Lee greets and implores the others to do the same. “Thank you again for lunch. It was really delicious and pretty fancy. I wish I’d worn a prettier tie than the one I have right now.”

“Your tie looks fine, Manager Lee,” Jungkook replies.

“Ms. Cho said you were busy, that's why you weren’t there,” Do-hyun boldly says. “Hopefully next time you can join us. I mean, not to assume you’ll treat us again, although that would be nice, but–” 

“Do-hyun just wanted to say thank you,” Chin-sun butts in. “And that we understand you have so many things going on, Mr. Jeon, so hopefully, when you have time in the future, you can join us for a meal, too.”

“That, uh, that would be fine, yes,” he mumbles, taking his seat and avoiding looking at everyone except you. “Let’s start the meeting.”

You’re there for over two hours, rehashing the entire process, given that it’s the first event out of many that the team organized. Jungkook is generous in complimenting everyone, including you, and he gives updates on the interest generated and all the artists he’ll be meeting in their respective studios as a result. 

The Ministry of Culture minister likewise pledged support, promising a linkage with the international media festival organizers like Jungkook had hoped. You’ve all accomplished so much in so little time, but the rest of the timeline shows that there’s still so much ground to cover. You plan the next steps and then spend half an hour talking about the other small projects that the VP’s office is managing before Jungkook adjourns the meeting and orders you all to head home to get some rest while he stays behind to work some more.

You follow him this time, trying your best to be stable as you take the bus home. You manage to buy some beef bone soup on the way for dinner, and once that’s all finished and you take a long hot shower to hopefully get rid of the stress in your body, you plop down on your bed and fall asleep with no warning at all. 

You wake up in the middle of the night, your clogged nose keeping you from breathing. With puffy eyes, you search for your eucalyptus inhaler and take your medicine before going back to bed and hoping that when you wake up, you’ll feel less terrible than you do right now. 

But you don’t, as you wake up to your alarm not long after and feel even worse. Your body is sore, your head feels heavy, and it’s a struggle to even turn to your side to try to pull yourself off the bed. Knowing there’s no way you’ll manage today, you call Mr. Ri and inform him that you’re unwell and can’t make it to work. 

“I can’t even type nor talk properly right now,” you tell him. “Can you–”

“I’ll tell Jungkook, don’t worry,” he assures you. “And just to remind you, you’re sick, okay? So stay in bed, don’t do chores or anything, and don’t think about work for even a second. You hear me? And update me on how you are.”

“Yes,” you cough out. “Thank you.”

You lie underneath the covers and hope to the heavens that more sleep would make you feel a bit of relief and it does, given that when your phone rings five hours later, you don’t feel like your head is splitting apart. 

“Good, you’re awake,” Mr. Ri says on the other end after you greet him. “Can you open your door?”

“Okay, just give me a few minutes. I’m exceptionally slow this morning.”

Mr. Ri laughs but tells you to take your time. You put on a hoodie over your gray sweatpants and briefly wash your face before opening the door. 

“Work’s got to you, huh?” He asks worriedly as he stands in front of you. “Is it bad enough to warrant a visit to the hospital? I can drive you there.”

“I’ll manage,” you mumble. “But what are you doing here, Mr. Ri? Mr. Jeon has a meeting in an hour.”

“I know. But he wanted me to give you this.”

The older man initially hands you a large paper bag but decides to just place it on your table given your weak state. He removes the containers of chicken noodle soup, rice porridge, and soybean sprout soup, boxes of soft bread, and a small jar of yuja marmalade for tea. 

“What–”

“Your meals for the next few days so you don’t have to worry about preparing them,” Mr. Ri says. “Jungkook wants you to focus on resting. He wants you to take Monday off, too.”

You look at him and suddenly feel like crying. You knew that waking up, you’d be worrying about what to eat, given that you barely have ingredients to work with. You also don’t have the energy to make anything, especially something that’d help with your health. Jungkook just relieved you of that, and at a time like today, you feel what it’s like to be cared for. And though you can argue with him using his own words - your health isn’t his responsibility - you won’t pretend that it doesn’t give you comfort knowing that he’d made the effort to buy all this and have them brought to you. 

You talk a little bit more before he heads out, and you lead him to the door where you look across the street where the car is parked. Your eyes may be puffy but you don’t miss the silhouette behind that backseat window. 

“How is she?” Jungkook asks as Mr. Ri enters the car and slowly drives away.

“She looks like someone who’s been working hard these past months and in need of rest. She says it’s normal but this is probably the worst. These few days off will be good for her.”

“I hope so, too.”

“She’s thankful for the food, Jungkook,” the older man says. “I know she’d probably say you didn’t have to but I could tell it meant a lot to her. She doesn’t always ask for help, you know? It’s good you’re somehow letting her know that she can count on you when she needs you. If this is you making it up to her, you’re on the right path.”

Jungkook hums in acknowledgement, although unsure what it means for him. Is it to compensate? To apologize again? To return the favor because you’d done it first? Is it to let you know that he has your back, too, the way you’ve been showing him that you have his? 

He’s alerted by a message, your name on his screen somehow making his heart jump. It’s a text message and not one from the usual messaging app you both use for work purposes because, well, that’s really the only thing you talk about.

[From: EA Cho] Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate it.

It’s the use of his name. It’s the sincerity in your simple words. 

He smiles to himself. 

Whatever it means to you, he knows it means another thing to him. He doesn’t want you to feel alone. And that in the coldest nooks of his uncaring heart, he actually does care for you. For this moment, he’ll acknowledge it. For this moment, he’ll let himself feel it. He can only hope you feel it, too.

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated....i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing...with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank....we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right...we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party...hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No...I didn’t see him there but...I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset...” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no--no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno--” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no...no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said...you...”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t...he...” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

Your heart dropped, had he seen all of that? Yoongi didn’t move, you could see his fists almost whiten with how tightly he was clenching them together through the tight cuffs on his wrist. Jin grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back to force him to meet his eyes.

“I asked you a question” He sneered, letting him go. Yoongi exhaled, his eyes finally landing on yours. The wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. He looked so cold, so broken, making your heart crave for the smile and soft laughs the two of you shared.

He barely reacted to you, instead his attention returned to Jin, who slid his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up.

“I’ll make you talk” Jin’s hands yanked down your shorts, taking your panties down with it before landing a harsh blow to your ass. He pushed your head down onto the table so Yoongi could get a full view of your back. “Confess. Admit you did all of this, and I’ll stop”

Yoongi remained silent, nails digging into his palm as he watched Jin bend down to trail kisses across your lower back. You didn’t dare look up, tears welling in your eyes as you felt Jin’s mouth lower until he was on his knees behind you, making it a point to smack his lips as he kissed your pussy lips. “You smell divine” He commented, hand cupping your heat, rolling his palm to give you some friction to which your hips involuntarily rolled, hoping for more.

“Look at him” Jin’s demanding voice vibrated through your core before he smacked your cunt harshly, making you wince out in pain. “Look into his eyes. I want him to see how good I fuck you”

Slowly you lifted your chin to see Yoongi staring at you. He averted his gaze momentarily, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked at you again. Your eyes widened as Jin began to glide the tip of his tongue along your wet folds, occasionally clicking his tongue just so he could emphasize the sound of your squelching wetness. Your pussy gushed, Yoongi’s eyes making you clench down as Jin went at you like a kitten, teasing you, making your thighs tremble in desperation. 

“So wet, look at that” Jin ran his finger through you, gathering up a good amount of your arousal before standing up and walking over to Yoongi’s side. He knelt over Yoongi’s shoulders and shoved his finger into your mouth, causing you to gag as he stuffed you full. “Good girl” He tugged at your lip, pushing past Yoongi to plant his lips onto yours, his tongue wrapping around yours sloppily as he kissed you. You groaned in complaint, but it came out sounding nothing like you meant it to, only encouraging Jin to kiss you longer. He parted from you, panting softly before licking his lips. “Taste so good. Doesn’t she Yoongi? Doesn’t she taste amazing?” 

He chuckled, turning behind you as he unbuckled his belt. Moving your hair aside, he slide the belt around your neck, fastening it tightly enough to have you gasping for air. “This is what you’re into isn’t it Yoongi? Treating this goddess like some filthy dog.” He tugged the belt, causing you to yelp out. Jin cooed at you, bending over your body to kiss you softly on the cheek as he gave Yoongi a sinister smirk.

“I don’t know how you could do it, Yoongi. I’d never lay a hand on such a pretty little thing like her” He whispered, nipping away at the tears that were streaming down your face like an open flood, “Then again, you are crazy so” His hands slid under you, grappling with your still exposed breasts. You could feel his bulge pressing into your tender flesh from behind. 

“Tell me baby, do you feel good?” Jin pinched your nipples, making you whine, body writhing under his weight. He stroked your hair, biting onto the edges of your face as he continued caressing you. 

“Y..yes” You looked down, not wanting to see the look in Yoongi’s eyes as you surrendered to the pleasure of Jin’s touch. Your heart was racing, cunt dripping onto the floor as Jin trailed kisses down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and down on his straining erection, eyes glued to Yoongi.

“You can talk you know” Jin commented, in zipping himself so his cock popped out. “You can stop me anytime you’d like, although” He slapped his cock against your fidgeting folds, “Seeing how fucking wet she is, I don’t know that Y/n would want that, would you baby?”

“Stop” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, his expression unwavering. You purse your lips as Jin began laughing hysterically, continuing to tease his cockhead over your gaping hole. “Y/n. I didn’t do this, he’s lying” 

“I don’t know” You muttered, “I don’t know if I believe you anymore Yoongi, ohhh fuck--” You moaned as Jin filled you up in one thrust. Your lips were parted, eyes rolling back as the feeling of his thick, long cock filled you with a desperate ease. Your walls clamped down, heat melting around him as he began to pull out, the drag hitting you in all the right places. He was going slow--too slow. 

“You whore! I didn’t even know you slept with all these fuckers otherwise trust me they would be DEAD. You hear that princess? Dead.” Yoongi screamed suddenly, his voice booming through the closed walls. He lunged forward, pushing desperately against the handcuffs. Jin chuckled, slowing his thrusts so he could enjoy the blatant entertainment right in front of his eyes. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your neck as he shamelessly played with your tits. Yoongi looked like he would throw up.

“You’re insane” Your voice was shaky as Jin continued to pound into you with every word. His large hands radiated with heat over your heaving chest “Y..you branded me...you remembered me this whole time, you kidnapped me...you stalked me--you had Taehyung stalking me...and then you found out we slept together and k...” A loud sob left your lips, “You killed him”

Your heart clenched, as you noticed Yoongi sniffling, finally breaking his resolve as a single tear streamed down from his red eyes. 

“Y/n please” Yoongi stood up. “I did everything for you. All of this was for you, don’t you get that? The label, the gang, the money, all of this. My whole life has been so I can be someone you can love so...you can’t give up on me Y/n.”

“Wow” Jin interrupted, releasing you so he could clap his hands. You groaned in frustration as cold air hit your tender nipples. “If this is you trying to convince her you aren’t insane, you’re doing a great job”

“Fuck you” Yoongi spat, kicking his chair back to run at him. Jin rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at him. “Y/n tell him to stop” Yoongi growled, slamming his tied fists on the table, “I love you I love you so much why can’t you just see that!? I know...it’s not normal Y/n, I know I can get...angry...okay but I love you. Isn’t that enough? Can’t you just believe me? I swear love, I swear on my love for you I didn’t kill Taehyung, or do any of this other stuff okay.

Your heart dropped as you heard the resounding click of the gun’s safety.

“That’s enough” You felt Jin’s hold loosen at the booming sound of Namjoon’s voice. He barged inside and shoved Jin aside with all his strength, punching him in the face. He pinned him against the wall, knee kicking straight into his groin. Jin yelped out, falling to the ground. Namjoon pried the gun from his hands and pressed it up against his skull. 

Jin tilted his head back, cheek bruised and bleeding as a smirk grew on his lips. “Someone’s really itching for a rematch huh” Jin scoffed. Namjoon lunged towards him again but you held him back.

“Don’t...” You pleaded, hugging him from behind. The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your pounding heart resonating through your entire being and Namjoon’s panting, eyes filled with rage and disgust.

His hand slid over yours on his stomach as he took deep breaths, calming himself down. He turned, encircling you in his arms.

“Are you okay? Shit” He pulled the belt off from around your neck, gathering your tossed clothes from the ground and handing them to you. He glanced at Yoongi who gave him a thankful nod.

“Is it true?” Namjoon’s voice was deep as he faced Yoongi, your arms still latched onto him as you got dressed. He stroked your neck protectively as Yoongi sighed in annoyance.

“No, idiot. Now get me out of these cuffs”

Namjoon shook his head, “No...you told me you were going to kill Taehyung that day. Is this why? Was Jin right? Have you been stalking her?”

Yoongi blinked in shock, scowling, “Namjoon you can fucking say goodbye to that record deal unless you fucking get me out of here and get your hand off of her” 

Namjoon glanced at you briefly before pursing his lips, “You’re sick” He spat, taking your hand in his, “Come on, let’s go” Yoongi screamed, kicking the table over before falling to his knees.

You left him there, blinking back tears. You heard loud sobs get quiet as Namjoon closed the door behind you, leading you out of the precinct. 

It was pouring rain as Namjoon led you back to his car, a familiar black Cadillac you had grown to loathe, just like Death Valley, just like everything. Namjoon’s hand remained steady on yours as he waited for you to calm down. You buried your face into your knees, body trembling as he squeezed your hand.

Namjoon tilted his head, thinking for a moment before turning on the aux. He pulled up Jimin’s album, starting with the song that you had helped write. He was sure you hadn’t even heard it yet. Your sniffling came to a slow stop as you registered the music that was playing, cries turning into slight giggles. You looked at him with gratitude.

“Wow.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your face, “We really did that” Namjoon smiled at you warmly, his dimple peeking through his chiseled cheeks. 

“We should go to Jimin’s live show tonight. You deserve to celebrate after all this shit that’s been going on. You down?”

You looked at Namjoon’s adorable eager eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun”

F L A S H B A C K--

Taehyung rolled his eyes, glancing back to ensure that you and Namjoon had left. He scrolled through his phone, fastforwarding through the footage of Yoongi berating you, tying you up, and leaving you be. He chuckled as you fucked Hobi, ignoring the shock of arousal he felt at your filthy words as you let Hobi pound into you. 

“You’re really something” Taehyung mumbled with a grin. He had known Yoongi long enough to understand the way he thinks, and knew the second that Yoongi had began yelling at you that he suspected you had been hooking up with others. Taehyung had tried to protect you, he knew Yoongi would be ruthless if he found out about your sexual escapades. For this reason he was less than surprised when Yoongi called him, barking away at the top of his lungs. "Where are you, I told you to meet me?” Yoongi growled through the phone. “Where’s Y/n? She’s not at the suite. Did you take her? You fucking asshole I will fucking burn your house down”

“Yoongi. Chill. Hobi went to look for you and found her there. He broke her out and now she’s headed towards the party. Listen,” Taehyung paused, racking his mind, “There’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah that you’re fucking in love with Y/n and have been lying to me all these years, I know”

Taehyung burst out laughing, “God, no. She’s all yours hotshot. You need to chill Yoongi, seriously. Remember that officer guy, Jin? He tried to get Y/n to fucking kill me because she thought I was gonna kill you” Taehyung chuckled. He could imagine that Yoongi was probably completely flustered by now. “She fully took that gun you gave her and tried to kill me. Thank God you took out the bullets”

“She really did that for me?” Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the sound of Yoongi’s excited voice. He was like a school boy who got a second glance from his first crush, Taehyung found it pathetic.

“Great. She loves you, congrats. I’m gonna disappear and keep an eye on what this Jin guy does. Apparently he’s the one who stabbed Jungkook, kidnapped Y/n and Namjoon, and got Hobi to hit Jimin with a car”

“He what? He kidnapped Y/n? Tell me where he is I’ll fucking kill him. W...why did you not tell me any of this?”

“Taehyung? Hello?”

The call ended abruptly. Taehyung’s phone clattered onto the floor, his body following behind shortly.

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Jimin arrived at the precinct, ignoring the persistent shutters of cameras and incessant cries of paparazzi. Jimin! Your album sales are predicted to be through the roof? Do you have something you’d like to say to your fans! Jimin! Is it true that a close friend of yours was murdered on the night of your album release! Jimin! Can you tell us more about the intern at your label who you’re sleeping with?

Jimin growled, turning to the mob that followed him “I am not just sleeping with her, she’s my girlfriend. Show a little fucking respect” He took a deep breath before heading inside.

Jin sat behind the counter, a bandage on his face, grinning as he saw Jimin approach him. “Well if isn’t the killer himself”

Jimin sighed, recalling Hobi approaching him. ‘I found something that belongs to you.’  He waved his black card in his face. Jimin reached for it, but Hobi slid it back into his pocket. ‘I don’t think so. I’m gonna get every cent in this account and in exchange I’m gonna give you the name you’ve been dying to know this whole time.’ 

Jimin never checked his own accounts, he found that stuff far too boring. Taehyung would tell him if he had money or not and then he would spend it as he pleased. But after Hobi had his hands on it, he couldn’t help but see for himself, and was not surprised to see that someone had been transferring money out of his account. 

The only person who had access to the account besides him was you and Taehyung. He knew you wouldn’t steal from him, not when he would give you anything if you asked. Under the alias of V Kim, it wasn’t hard for him to put the pieces together. Taehyung had been stealing from him, for Yoongi. 

“Is it done?”

Jin nodded, “Yup, she bought it. Namjoon was kind enough to let us know that Yoongi had told him he planned on killing Taehyung anyways. Puppy kicked me in the balls so Yoongi got away though”

“We need to find him then. He needs to go to jail for this to work”

“I have a plan, okay just trust me. We know how he thinks, we just need to invade his territory and he’ll come barking like the bitch he is”

-

After a quick lunch, Namjoon suggested heading back to his place to hang out before the concert. You complained, realizing that Yoongi had all of your things. You tugged at Namjoon’s sleeve, begging him to take you shopping to which he reluctantly agreed, mumbling bitterly that he hated shopping and would rather be at the gym.

He couldn’t stay annoyed for long, especially as your bright smile returned to your face, trying on various outfits. You were excited to see Jimin again, and you wanted to look good. 

“Do you think he would like this?” You twirled around in a tight dress with puffy sleeves. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I think he would prefer to see you naked but sure” You blushed, pushing him playfully. “Damn you really are living the ultimate groupie fantasy huh”

“Fantasy my ass” You sighed heavily, looking through the pile of garments you had brought to the dressing room with you.

“Are you in love with him?” Namjoon asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You trailed your hands down the smooth fabric that hugged your waist.

“Not yet” Your response was simple, but Namjoon nodded. “I think I’m gonna get this, let me go pay” Namjoon shook his head.

“No way, I got it”

“But you need money for--”

“I said I got it. Pay me back with your boyfriend’s money” He winked at you. 

-

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the pounding vibrations of live drum beats as you followed Namjoon into the venue. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sound of the music, the chatter of the crowd around you giving you a sense of serenity that you craved. 

Namjoon glanced at you, biting back a smile as you swayed your hips. To him you looked absolutely stunning, the way that the colored lights reflected off of your perfect skin. There was glitter on your eyes, and gloss on your pretty lips. He swallowed, turning away. 

He took your hand, dragging you through the dense crowd, occasionally glancing back to ensure that you were still there. Reaching the stage, Namjoon flashed his employee card at the security guards and pulled you into the door. It was far quieter here, but the loud ambiance still leaked through the walls. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was seated getting his makeup done, his eyes wide with surprise. He excused himself from the staff and headed towards you. He smiled superficially at Namjoon before wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my man perform” You giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon gnawed on his lip before deciding to leave the two of you alone.

“Your man?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, “I like the sound of that” He pressed his caked forehead against yours. He held your face delicately, before capturing your lips again. He lifted you up into his arms, hands holding the back of your head as you latched onto his shoulders. 

His lips were hot against you, kissing you like he had been waiting all his life for this, like you were the breath of air he needed to survive. Your lashes brushed against him as you let your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself entirely in the unsolicited affection he poured into you with every move of his tender lips.

Your kiss was broken only by the familiar clicking sounds, and you felt Jimin roll his eyes as you realized that a few paparazzi had shown up. “Sorry about them” He sighed, making you giggle as you slid your hands into his. “I’ve got about” He glanced around until his eyes zeroed in a clock, “15 minutes. Bathroom?” He flashed you a naughty grin.

The next thing you knew you were being tossed against the bathroom wall as Jimin pushed his throbbing length into you, not even bothering to discard his pants. You arms lay limp over his shoulders as his palms pressed down on your hips, allowing him to drag you forward with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into your juicy little cunt until he his balls slapped against your ass.

“Faster Jimin, baby come on please” Your lips fell apart in gasps as he rolled his hips into you again and again. His hands trailed up your torso, grabbing your breasts before they circled around your neck. You kissed him furiously, palms on his chest. 

Jimin groaned, his face suffocating against the soft bounce of your plump breasts as you fucked yourself onto him. His hands returned to your chest, tugging at your nipples lightly before gripping your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing flush against him, your fingers intertwining with his as he pushed your arms above your head. You attempted to kiss him, your movements caused you to bump against each other's teeth, to which you both smiled, before Jimin decisively flipped you over onto your stomach. 

He left a soft slap on your ass, kissing the small of your back before trailing his lips up your spine as he began to piston into you again. The wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pulled your hair up, bringing you back into his chest. He nipped at your neck, growling as pleasure consumed him with each thrust. 

He could never get tired of fucking you, your pussy took him so well, but more than that it was the look in your eyes as he whispered “I love you baby” and to which you responded. 

“I...love you too Jimin.” He came, screaming out as his cock twitched deep inside you. 

Jimin pulled you into his arms “Ugh babygirl, you’re so fucking hot. You know that baby? I always thought you were just the prettiest girl in the world” He nuzzled into your chest as you stroked his hair, loving the way his chains pressed cooly into your skin. 

“I always thought you were hot too” You giggled. “But you knew that you cocky fuck”

“Mmm yeah” Jimin gave you a goofy smile, kissing the bottom of your chin, “I know. You were at every damn show back then. Little nymph” He muffled into you again, the ticklish sensation of his hair on your neck making you giggle. 

“You saw me?” Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of all the desperate times you had convinced yourself you had looked into his eyes.

“Of course I saw you babygirl,” His breath fanned over you, making you blush, “How could I not notice such a gorgeous girl like you, pining for me constantly. I wasn’t allowed to talk to fans, otherwise I would have plugged this pretty cunt up years ago”

You sighed, “You better get going, your make-up artists are gonna kill you” Jimin chuckled, kissing your nose one last time.

“Come out with me tonight. After the show. Let’s have some fun. I wanna take you to Death Valley”

“But Jimin you can’t--”

“Yoongi can’t hurt me anymore baby, he’s gone”

-

Jungkook was a lot of things, but dumb was not one of them. He was more than happy to play along with Jin’s game if it meant another couple thousand in his bank account, but Jin had given him everything he needed to figure everything out.

Jungkook was easily able to find out where the police officer lived using his hacking skills, arriving at the ordinary looking apartment when he knew that Jin was out. Using a hairpin, he unlocked the door, creeping inside.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disgust as he saw pictures of you sprawled out everywhere along with a messy litter of used tissues, which Jungkook could easily assume the purpose of. He scrunched his nose, carefully stepping through the mess. 

In his room, he found half snorted lines of cocaine across the window sill, bottles of vodka empty on the floor. The thing that interested him most was the bulletin board above his desk, which had a picture of Yoongi with a knife stabbed through. Jungkook carefully sifted through the files on his desk, finding documents on Jimin, Hobi, himself, Namjoon, and Taehyung. He had written notes using a thick black market, and Jungkook scowled as he saw in large letters the word Rat scrawled across a picture of his face. There was a journal sitting idly by, and Jungkook flipped through it. 

He read with interest, trying his best to decipher Jin’s sporadic handwriting. The book fell from his hands as he arrived at the most recent page.

“Oh man holy shit”

-

You found Namjoon mingling in the front pit of the audience. You gave him an impressed wink as a girl slid her number into his back pocket. 

“Damn Joon looks like you’re getting some action tonight” You chuckled, arriving at his side. It didn’t take you long to notice the slur in his voice when he responded.

“Yeah right” The lights dimmed, goosebumps spreading on you as you heard the crowd begin to scream as a spotlight shone down on Jimin. He looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding you of all the concerts you would go to, every single time his opening set would come you would already be screaming at the top of your lungs. 

This time you smiled, his eyes finding you immediately as you blew him a kiss. The music started, band slowly building up before the first words left Jimin’s mouth.

It was the song you had helped write. A song about a girl who steals your jacket like she steals your heart. His voice was flawless, the pressure of live performance not causing him to waver as he sang straight to you. He let his blazer slide off his shoulders as the song began to end, crouching down at the front of the stage and handing it to you. He winked, and you went red.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy as he returned to the stage taking the mic in his hands. “That was a song about a girl I’ve been in love with for a long time. She makes me a better man. Her name is Y/n” Jimin sighed longingly, “I love you baby girl”

Namjoon nudged you, grinning widely. You covered your face in embarrassment, heat burning across your cheeks. Jimin proceeded to the next song, a more upbeat track that had the audience dancing along. 

Namjoon was surprised when you had told him to take you to Death Valley after the concert. Two drinks down, you were clearly enjoying yourself as you danced away in the middle of the bar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as you dragged him out to the floor with you, placing your hands on his chest as you batted your lashes at him.

“Joonie, remember the last time we were here?” Namjoon chuckled, yeah I got fucking beat up. He excused himself to go do a line of coke at the bar.

As he poured the powder onto the countertop he felt someone tapping on his back urgently. “Namjoon” He turned to the familiar voice to see Jungkook looking absolutely panicked.

“Oh hey. You want?” Namjoon gestured towards the line. Jungkook shook his head frantically. “What’s wrong why are you so...jumpy? Did you do heorin again?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

Namjoon made a face, glancing back into the crowd where you continued to dance along innocently, a drunken glide to your steps. “She’s right there, why?”

“Okay. Listen to me, you need to get her out of here before--”

The sound of gunshots echoed through the room. Everyone began screaming, moving rapidly towards the exits. It was all too familiar as Namjoon scanned the crowd and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Jimin. It’s Jimin” Jungkook panted, “Jimin killed Taehyung.”

Namjoon lips fell apart, “What? Why the fuck…” Jungkook shook his head, pushing against the current of the crowd and looking around desperately. “Jungkook what’s going on?”

Jungkook pulled out his own gun, shooting it towards the back. Namjoon squinted to see Jin with a knife at your neck.

“God I really wish I just killed that motherfucker” Namjoon grunted. Jin began to chuckle as he pressed the knife into your throat. The fear in your eyes had Namjoon’s blood boiling. He wanted to tear Jin apart limb by limb. 

“Jimin!” Jin called out, his maniacal voice echoing through the now empty bar. “Come get your girl” He slit the knife deeper into your flesh. A drop of blood trailed down your skin, and Jungkook had to hold Namjoon back before he lunged at him.

“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “ 

“That’s enough Jin” Jimin approached them, taking your hand. “The fuck are you doing?”

Jin laughed, taking his knife and pushing it into Jimin’s side. Jimin fell to the ground.

Namjoon glanced at you as horror took over your face. 

“Namjoon you need to get Y/n and run” Jungkook muttered. “I’m gonna shoot, take her and run”

Namjoon gaped, reading the scene in front of him quickly. As soon as he heard Jungkook’s bullets he dashed to your side, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back entrance.

Everything flashed past like a whirlwind as Namjoon pulled you into the familiar lab that Jungkook had shown you. You could hear Jin’s laughter echoing off the walls. Namjoon looked at you, attempting to give you a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here”

You nodded, holding your breath as the two of your heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have a gun?” You whispered.

Namjoon shook his head, “No. But I can kick his ass without one I promise” More gunshots were heard.

“There you are!'' Jin walked in, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of marijuana. His footsteps echoed off of the pale tiles, looking golden under the broken lighting “Namjoon, just hand her over to me. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“The hell is wrong with you?” Namjoon growled, shielding you with his own body. Jin let his fingers glide over the small green leafy plants that were arrayed across the lab. 

“You should have learned your lesson Namjoon. You saw what I did to you after you made her suck your tiny cock before the match” Jin smirked, holding up his gun. “Don’t make me kill you”

“Fuck off” Another gunshot was heard as Jin fell to the ground, Jungkook standing behind him, breathing heavily. He fell to his knees, and Namjoon could see blood spilling across his chest. “Go. Run. I’ll find you” He waved at the two of you frantically.

Jin groaned, rolling over with whatever strength he could conjure. He pulled a lighter from his jeans, flicking the flame on next to one of the plants and watching as it erupted in flames. 

“All of you can fucking go to hell. If I can't have her, no one can” Jin’s body went limp, the lighter remaining on, causing the floor to catch on fire through remnants of spilled chemicals. Jungkook slid onto his knees, clutching his chest.

“No. Fuck, we can’t leave him here” You screamed, running to catch Jungkook. You turned back, looking to Namjoon with desperate eyes “Joon help me, we need to get him out of here” The fire began to spread across the entire room, small explosions causing pressured canisters of chemicals to burst out in hot sparks.

Together the two of you lifted Jungkook, carrying him out and down the stairs until you made your way to the back parking lot.

“Stay here, I’ll get the car” Namjoon ordered, running with everything he had to find the vehicle. You held Jungkook close. His eyes barely open, blood staining his dark clothes.

“Jungkook, fuck, please be okay”

“Listen to me. Jimin is dangerous, okay. I know it doesn’t look like it but Jin didn’t kill Taehyung. Jimin did. He knows everything. He knows about Taehyung, Yoongi, you, all of it. He’s a greedy motherfucker just like the rest of us.”

“Shut up street rat” The two of you turned to see Jimin standing, looking quite roughed up himself. “Y/n get away from him, come here, he’s lying”

Jungkook tugged at you, “I’m not. I’m not lying” He blinked those adorable brown eyes at you. 

“He’s a fucking liar, it’s what he does best” Jimin aimed his gun at Jungkook, clicking back the safety. Your heart raced as time seemed to slow down. You did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed Jungkook’s gun and you shot at Jimin.

The bullet missed, but Jimin was too shocked by your actions to move. Namjoon pulled up in his car, helping you get Jungkook inside. 

Jimin took his phone out, “Hobi, follow them!” He growled as Namjoon stepped on the gas, and the three of you rushed off. 

You glanced in the rearview to see Hobi’s car tailing you. “Shit what do we do?” You asked Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes flickered to the mirror briefly as he tried to think. He turned the wheel suddenly, tires screeching as the car whirled around, pushing you to the side of the door. 

You were off road now, but Hobi hadn’t followed you. You grabbed Namjoon’s bicep, breathing heavily. 

“We need to go to a hospital” You managed to get out. Namjoon nodded.

“No. Fuck, fuck no we need to run. Jimin is gonna kill us. I’ll be fine, I don’t think he stabbed anything important.” You scoffed bitterly.

“Jungkook you’re bleeding everywhere!” You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly before bringing it to your lips. Jungkook gave you a lazy smile.

“I said I won’t let them hurt you didn’t I?”

“Okay you guys can fuck later, where should I go?” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

You scrambled for your phone, “There’s a motel off the highway a few minutes ahead, just keep driving straight”

Namjoon pressed down his foot, the car rumbling over the grassy ground beneath it before they finally got back on the road. Looking behind, he sighed in relief as he found that they had lost Hobi’s tail. 

-

Jungkook’s eyes opened to the sound of shuffling. He blinked before realizing it was you tending to his wounds. 

“Oh good you’re up” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook strained to sit up. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt”

“Yeah because we fucking gave you opioids” Namjoon chuckled. The room was small, there were two twin beds, a chair, and the door to a bathroom next to a tiny window that allowed the early morning sun to bleed through. “You need to tell us what the fuck is going on Jungkook”

He sighed, “Jin’s...insane. I don’t even get it to be honest, I broke into his place and he had pictures of Y/n everywhere, and it looked like he wanted to kill Yoongi. I read his diary, and I was right, he was behind all of this fucking shit. Every time someone hooked up with Y/n and he found out about it he messed with them. He’s sick. The only person he didn’t hurt was Taehyung, I’m guessing you didn’t fuck him. Understandable” Jungkook chuckled to which you have a guilty glance to Namjoon, “Now Taehyung was trying to pull a coup on Jimin and Yoongi but Jimin apparently found out about it. So he killed him. Plain and simple.”

“So then why the fuck was Jin spazzing out at Death Valley? And why did Jimin even want to go to Death Valley?”

“I think they’re trying to find Yoongi. Jin really wants him dead. Jimin probably wanted to be there to piss him off if he was watching”

“But Jin has Yoongi in custody” You argued. 

Namjoon pursed his lips, “Maybe not. Yoongi could have escaped after I kicked Jin.”

The three of you fell silent.

“We need to find Yoongi” Jungkook concluded, “If we want our asses safe we need to find him and make sure Jimin doesn’t try to kill us. Maybe Y/n should go back to Jimin. She can use him and help figure that out”

Namjoon shook his head, “Absolutely not. He’s dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Think about it Joon. She can go be the pretty little girlfriend, Yoongi will get fucking pissed and show up. He can take care of this for us”

“He’s right Namjoon” You pitched in. “I can do this. Let’s put an end to all this. Yoongi can come back, you can get your record deal, Jimin will go to jail, it’ll be fine”

Namjoon exchanged glanced between both you and Jungkook before letting out a frustrated huff “Fine. But I’m coming with you. Jimin has another performance tonight. Go with him there, they’ll be a ton of fucking paparazzi and maybe Yoongi will show up” He clenched his fist, “I need to go blow off some steam, I’m heading to the gym. They won’t find me there, I’ll be back soon”

You nodded, watching as Namjoon took off. Jungkook reached for his jacket, fiddling through his deep pockets before pulling out a couple pills.

“Oh I don’t think so, you’re already on some intense stuff Kook” You said, snatching the bag from his hands. Jungkook pouted at you, and you couldn’t help but fawn at his cute face.

“You can try them at least” You rolled your eyes, taking one of the bright orange pills in your palm and popping it into your mouth. Jungkook grinned.

“You looked really hot by the way. Last night.” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly, “If I didn’t think you were about to die I would have definitely fucked you then and there”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, carefully leaning over him to kiss his lips, lingering slightly. “My hero” You giggled, running your tongue over his lips.

“Shit you’re gonna make me hard and I can’t fucking move” Jungkook chuckled, pushing you away. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers dancing across his chest as you looked at him with lustful eyes. He gulped.

“You don’t have to move. I can take care of you” You pushed the fabric of his shirt up to kiss his belly. “That is...if you want”

Jungkook took a deep breath, pulling your face up to his, his large hands wrapped around your jaw. “You just cant get enough of my big dick can you baby?” He chuckled, “That’s what I get for saving your ass?”

“Oh please, you only saved my ass so you could keep tapping it” You nibbled his ear, letting your teeth graze across his lobes until he was squirming beneath you. “Can't get enough of my tight” You smacked your lips, “Wet, cunt. Can you hm?”

“Suck my cock right now” Jungkook growled, grabbing your hair and pushing you towards his twitching bulge. Your fingers were quick to trace the hem of his pants, sliding them down while Jungkook tilted his head back, groaning at the top of his lungs. You spit down on his cock, thumb rubbing your saliva all over his mushroom tip, feeling the way his length throbbed against your palm. 

You stroked him languidly, enjoying the slick sounds as his pretty cock flushed with heat. His eyes were shaking with pleasure, fingers treading through your hair as you began to tease his tip with your tongue. You lapped at it like a kitten, mewling before planting your lips against it, giving it a chaste kiss. 

“Stop fucking teasing me. I’m so hard baby fuckkk” Jungkook voice rumbled, and you were more than happy to oblige him, letting your tongue wrap around his long cock, opening your lips wide so you could sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks against his thickness as he pushed up into your throat. 

“Ohhh fuck baby” He pushed you down, cockhead down your throat as you pumped your hands across his pulsing dick. His nails dug into your skull as he thrusted into you, “Fuck fuck you feel so good babygirl. Yes yes just like that” 

You gagged, loving his sour taste as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. Jungkook whined out, bucking his hips repeatedly, eager to cum quickly. 

“Oh my god baby mm gonna cum. Mm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you want that?” He cried out, clenching his fists in your hair as you continued to pleasure him. 

You let him go with a pop, your hands replacing you and furiously stroking his length as you slapped his tip against your face. He stared at you, breathless as cum spurted out, landing all over your eyes and lips. You rubbed your face against his cock as much as you could before he gave you every last drop of his seed. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking at your cummed out face.

“Gross” The two of you turned to see Namjoon rolling his eyes, “I forgot my keys, God”

Jungkook blushed, pulling your face into his chest so you could wipe off against his shirt. Namjoon left for real this time and Jungkook grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

“Call him. Tell him where you are, do it now, if Namjoon goes with you he’s just gonna be in danger”

You knew he was right, taking your phone from his hands you dialed Jimin’s number, pressing the device to your ear as you waited patiently. “Baby” Your eyes locked onto Jungkook as he gave you a reassuring nod, “I’m so scared, you need to come get me”

“Where are you?” Jimin hissed, “I’m coming right now, don’t worry just tell me where you are. And stay the hell away from Jungkook”

“I’m at a motel, on 22nd and 3rd street.” Jimin assured you that he was on his way and to stay exactly where you were. 

Jimin picked you up in his convertible, a truck of cameras following him around like sheep. You hopped into this car where he littered your face in kisses before berating you.

“You tried to shoot me!” He growled, hands gripping the wheel as he headed back to his apartment “Y/n you cannot trust people like Jungkook okay. He’s a drug dealer, he’s utter scum. Lying, two-timing, hustling, it’s all he knows”

You knew he was wrong but you simply nodded, “Yeah. I realized that later. I’m so sorry”

Jimin pulled into the parking lot slowly, “I have another concert tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

You nodded quietly. Jimin smiled, kissing your forehead before the two of you got out of the car. “Good. Dress pretty, there’s going to be cameras” He winked at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes. “Park Jimin’s girlfriend ooooh” He tickled your sides before lifting you up and twirling you around. You giggled, noticing the happy twinkle in his eyes. 

A nasty feeling entered your stomach as the boy led your upstairs to his place. You had all your eggs in one basket now, and you prayed it was the right one. 

-

Yoongi sat, staring into a glass of what looked like whiskey, rolling the liquid lightly in his hands. His heart twisted with an aching reminder of the way you had looked at him the previous days, eyes full of terror and disgust. 

The image of Jin fucking you was seared into his brain, much like the reminder of your name inked into his back. He couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to. You hurt him. And he couldn’t deal with it.

He thought back to his phone call with Taehyung, which ended moments before Jin barged into his room with a loaded gun, tying him up and dragging him out. He cringed internally, unable to accept how easily he had let everything fall apart like this. 

It was Taehyung’s fault. If Taehyung had just been honest with him and done what he was told, Yoongi could have cleanly murdered all of these people and you wouldn’t even question it. It’s his fault he was dead, he did this to himself.

What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who killed Taehyung, if Jin had been with him. There was something else going on here that he didn’t understand. Jimin wouldn’t kill Taehyung, he didn’t know that they were associated. Hobi and Namjoon barely even knew who Taehyung was. It didn’t make sense. 

Was it that drug dealer? Yoongi swirled his glass again, realizing now that it was in fact empty. He motioned for the bartender, who slid him another drink. He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut, recalling the look of your beautiful smile. He wanted to run away with you. He wanted to shower you with adoration and gifts.

He was willing to give you the world, but you just wouldn’t take it. Yoongi knew deep down it must be karma. He knew what he did to you all those years ago. It ate him alive every day. He recalled with bitterness when Jimin had found him pounding into your unconscious body. It was the reason their friendship was so strange and complex. Yoongi wanted so badly to be better than Jimin, but Jimin had his own motivations.

Your face had been everywhere. All of his work notifications had been about new spotting of you and Jimin. You and Jimin. You and Jimin. He never expected Jimin to actually go for a girl like you. He gambled on it, a realization that he wished he had years ago, that you were not one to play with. He couldn’t take any risks. He had to have you.

The rockstar had been sheltered like a rare treasure, one that could combust if exposed to pur daylight. Jimin clung to Yoongi like he was a saving grace, falling hard for any lies that came from him. It was too easy to get Jimin into drugs, encouraging him to slip past his heavy security to meet Yoongi in dark alleys to share a smoke. 

In a way, Yoongi wondered if he had grown fond of the bastard. The Jimin he knew and the Jimin you were obsessed with were two very different people. His Jimin was a bratty, impulsive crybaby. When Yoongi would lose his shit, Jimin would be the calm in the eye of the storm. He would write Jimin’s songs about you, the sadness and pain he felt being away from you as though you had broken his heart. The reality was he had broken you.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt something pressing against the back of his neck. He almost spilled his drink, until he recognized the sweet scent of you. He wondered if he was hallucinating. You slid your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He bent forward, fingers tapping against the wooden bar as though he was trying to wake himself up. You were a nightmare now, he would fall apart if he saw you.

“Go away” He slurred, head drooping down. He felt the embrace tighten, the hands on his body rising to cover his heart, stroking him on the off beats of his bruised pulse. “I hate you” A tear rolled down his cheek, “You ruined me”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled into him, “I should have believed you. I know you didn’t do it Yoongi” Yoongi swallowed thickly, tears streaming down his face. “Baby look at me” Your voice was the best sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear you sing, die at the sound of you whispering his name just as you were now. Yoongi. Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You snapped finally, seeing now that he was drunk out of his mind. He finally turned to face you, eyes barely open enough to register you were there. His fingers traced the outline of your face, touching your eyelids, your nose, tugging barely at your plush lips. 

“My love” He exhaled, “My princess. I’m so sorry” His thumb brushed across your cheek as he blinked out more tears. He was overwhelmed by you, your beauty, your personality, everything about you made him glow inside. 

It wasn’t till his eyes lazily landed on the bandage across your neck that it felt as though a cold bucket of water washed over him. He clutched your shoulders “Who did this to you?” 

“Jin.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed. He kissed the bandage softly before tucking your hair behind your ear. “He’s already dead” Yoongi sighed in relief, nodding before he buried his face into your chest. He inhaled deeply, a wave of comfort flushing over him through your warmth. 

“I missed you” He mumbled. You tilted his face up to yours. He looked shattered, the redness in his eyes doing nothing to hide to darkness he was feeling deep inside. He ached. He ached so bad for you, and it was clear as day.

“I know. I’m so sorry”

Yoongi watched your face carefully “Don’t leave me Y/n” He slurred, nose brushing against yours. The alcohol on his breath had you dying for a taste of his sweet bitter lips. His eyes softened, for you were his universe. Your smile was his purpose. He was your knight in shining armor, willing to do anything for you.

Your heart was pounding, and so was his, as you guys remained steady, so close, but too scared to move forward. Too hurt to just close the gap and let your bodies and souls align. 

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said it, because the truth came like another simple breath of air. Yoongi pulled you into his lap, hands stroking your neck as he finally began to accept that you were real. You were there in his arms.

“Then marry me” His voice trembled. He noticed you stiffen “My life is dangerous...love, you already know that. So many people want me dead...I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“Don’t say that” You buried your face into his neck, the smooth silk of his shirt cushioning your cheek. “Please don’t say stuff like that” After the day you had, you couldn’t handle the thought of Yoongi getting shot, stabbed, killed in any capacity. He was a pillar of sanity created out of utter chaos.

“I don’t have a ring, but I’ll buy you as many diamonds as you want. I’ll get you everything. You can have the world, just tell me and it’s yours” Yoongi’s lips lingered against yours, his voice a soft panic, desperate, grabbing at whatever he could. “I can’t survive without you”

“You won’t have to” You finally gave in, closing the gap between your lips to kiss him in anguish, prying to make up for lost time. Pour your apology, your remorse, your fear, anything you could feel into him. He pulled you closer, lips hot on one another as you moaned. You gripped his shirt while his hands glided up and down your lower back.

“I don’t want you touching anyone else.” Yoongi growled into your mouth. You nodded quickly, pulling him in. His taste was addictive. Everything around you seemed to fade into nothing, all there was was the two of you, and the beautiful things you were able to feel because of him. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You didn’t want anyone else.

“Only you” You assured him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. His cheeks were flushed and so were yours, his tear stained face drying up but eyes still glossy. You slid off of his lap, tugging at his sleeve. “I want you”

Yoongi nodded, grabbing his drink and pouring the whole thing down his throat before following you. You led him to an empty longue where he sat you down, falling to his knees. 

“Yoongi?” You questioned him as he kissed the tops of your knees. He shook his head.

“You’re my princess. I’m not taking that for granted anymore. I want to make you feel good” His lips trailed up your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress up  above your waist, “Better than that motherfucking cop ever could”

He tugged your panties down with his teeth, pushing your knees as far apart as he could until you winced in pain. He took a moment to admire you, your pussy was exquisite, trembling all for him. He licked a stripe across your folds, savoring your sweet taste. He continued, spitting out on you, fingers digging into your knees as he looked up, tongue swirling messily around your cunt. 

“Delicious” He smacked his lips as you whimpered, “Wanna hear you baby, don’t hold back” He plunged his tongue into you, sucking softly as he pumped his tongue in out and around, ensuring to give ever crevice of you the attention it so badly craved.

He could eat you out every day. You were better than any drink he’d ever had and he wanted you to know that. He wanted you to see how far he would go to love you. He didn’t care if he was on his knees before you, a man as powerful as him, as rich as him. He would throw it all away for you. Lost in thought, his tongue fucked into you rapidly as his name echoed through the room between your gasping moans. 

“Fucking whore” Yoongi could feel your walls tighten as he mumbled into you, “Only I get to eat this pussy now. Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, right love?”

You nodded, drool collecting at the side of your lips. Yoongi groaned in approval, quickening his pace. You tried to close your legs as the sensations began to overwhelm you but you couldn’t, his grip was too strong. 

You felt your high approaching, his hot tongue buried deep in your cunt, slobbering all over you in the best possible way. Your eyes flew shut as Yoongi urged you on, pulling your cunt further into his face so his nose was pressed up against your clit. You grinded up into his face, screaming as your orgasm crashed down, your entire body trembling with hot sparks of pleasure.

“Oh my God” You gasped for air as your high sustained, Yoongi’s tongue not relenting for a second as he continued to lick you dry. You squirmed and wiggled beneath his steady grip, crying out his name in a mumbled mess like it was all you knew how to say. 

Yoongi backed away, licking your arousal from his lips and sighing heavily. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the cold air hit between your legs. “That was so fucking good baby…” Your eyes drop to the floor where Yoongi had fallen onto his side, blood trickling from his lips. “Baby?” 

You dropped to your knees, reaching for Yoongi’s face. You checked his pulse, but nothing came. “Yoongi!” You cried, shaking his body, “Oh my God, no...no…” You reached for his phone, dialing 911.

“Hello? Help me please, he isn’t waking up!”

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a/n: again i am SORRY FOR BEING LATE. I suck. I know. Hope you enjoyed it though this seriously took all my emotional energy hahaha. Drop your theories in my asks!! what happened to yoongi? is jungkook ~bad~? on a scale of 1-100 how bad is joon simping for you? lmk your thoughts & feedback!

Smut pairs for next week are up. You know how it is, i’ll probably post early to make up for this being late.

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[jungkooks-left-tiddie]

I think I’m in love | knj.

Summary: Your new internship sucked ass. It was fun, but exhausting at the same time. It also didn’t help that uni was also stressing you out. Amidst all this pressure and stress, perhaps a midnight walk on the Han River with your crush Kim Namjoon is what you needed all along. A/N: so I saw this namjoon picture circulating around stan twitter and my 3am sleep deprived ass decided to write a Drabble. 1 hour and 2k words later, here we are.

Words: 2k (maybe more idk I didn’t count)

Warnings: grammar issues, 4am writing

Song rec: I think I’m in love (kat dahlia)

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“You’ve never been to the Han River at night?” Screams of outrage filled the silent room as you shook your head.

“I’ve never had the need to,” You frowned, feeling a little lost. “Plus it’s not like my parents would have let me.”

“Have you ever heard of something called sneaking out?” Jimin continued berating you and you couldn’t help but feel a little upset.

“Look, I know it may seem like Jimin-hyung is overreacting, but he’s not.” Jungkook clarified and made you feel even worse. “Han River is amazing at night.” The 3 boys nodded as if it were a common fact.

“You guys aren’t making this any better, y’know.” You frowned yet again.

They continued describing how mesmerising the river looked at night and you could do nothing but frown and continue doing your work.

Unbeknownst to you, Kim Namjoon kept sneaking glances at you from where he was seated. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle and that got on Yoongi’s nerves.

“Just ask them out, for fucks sake.” Yoongi massaged his eyes as Seokjin and Hoseok tried not to laugh.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon pretended to not know what Yoongi’s words meant and noted down a few more points for his assignment.

“Please tell me Namjoon did not just ask that,” Yoongi took a deep breath before proceeding, “Look, we all know that you have the most obvious crush on (Y/N) so just go and confess ok?”

It was true. Ever since you’d moved into the flat right opposite to his, Namjoon’s been talking about you non-stop.

But he continued to pretend like he didn’t hear Yoongi.

Seokjin and Hoseok, who were tired of their constant bickering and Namjoon’s denial, decided to take matters into their own hands.

“Yoongi’s right Joon,” Seokjin shared a mischievous glance with Hoseok before continuing, “If you don’t do anything, we will.” He declared, standing up and making his way to where you were sitting with Hoseok following in suit.

Namjoon started panicking even more when Yoongi decided to join Jin and Hobi as well, because he knew; oh he knew that they would not hold back. So he quickly ran after them and tried to convince them to back out.

“Guys, come on!” He begged, “I promise I will ask them out one day, but please please don’t do anything now,” It was too late now. Taehyung had spotted the lot of them walking up to your table.

“(Y/N), look!” You winced as Jungkook elbowed you harshly.

“What, dumbass--”  Kim Namjoon was standing in front of you.

For a moment, you felt your entire surroundings become a blur and you could only see Kim Namjoon in all his 6ft glory. And as soon as it came, it was gone because you had to remind yourself that people were watching.

“Jin-hyung! What’s up?” Jungkook hits the other man’s arm in greeting.

“Stop hitting me, punk,” They started doing their own thing again, forcing Hoseok to take over.

“We heard you guys talk something about rivers and we were bored so we decided to join lmao,” Hoseok dragged one of the chairs from a nearby table and slumped.

“Damn, I didn’t realise we were that loud,” Tae rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“It was necessary though! I mean it's not everyday we come to know that our best friend never visited the Han River at night,” All eyes were on you after Jimin’s statement.

“Wait (Y/N) really?” You nodded reluctantly. “I lived pretty far away plus I had strict parents so…” You hoped they would drop the topic here, and were extremely thankful when they did.

“Well, I'm sure you’ll have plenty more opportunities to visit. So don’t worry!” Seokjin cheered you up a little.

Your phone started ringing from nowhere and apparently your boss wanted you to collect some files to write a report on from the main office so you quickly informed your friends and bade them farewell.

Collecting the files wasn't the hard part. The hard part was walking home with no one except your thoughts to keep you company. You thought about what your friends said about the Han river and decided to make a trip if you were done with your work.

It sucked to admit it, but they were probably right. The Han River must be really mesmerising for them to talk about it so much and you found yourself suddenly envious of the rest of them.

Night strolls weren’t an option in your old neighbourhood; and though the new one wasn’t bad, you were busy with both uni and your internship. I mean being able to read your fanfics itself was a luxury and these hoes expected you to take a leisure stroll? Keep dreaming luv <3

You said all that to say, but you were still thinking about going there tonight. It seemed like immense fun and plus, it would be your first midnight stroll. You just hoped, with all your might, that you would be able to finish the work as soon as possible.

Lo and behold! 3 cups of coffee later, you were done!

To celebrate, you blasted some music on the speakers and danced along to the lyrics, bopping your head along to the beats.

Namjoon looked at your dancing form through his window. You seemed like you were having a lot of fun, he concluded, an amused  grin now apparent on his face. Judging by the way you seemed to have fun, Namjoon concluded that you must've been done with the work you mentioned you had.

Namjoon did not know the practicality of this, but he had a very random idea to take you on a riverside date. And you know what? He was going to do it. Fuck Yoongi, he’s going to prove it to the rest of them that he, indeed, could ask you out.

And so he took out a random book and wrote a message on it, Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me style.

He did not know where this sudden confidence came from, but he took a small pebble from his rock collection and chucked it across to make sure it hit your window (yes, he was careful not to break it) and waited for your response.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Your mini-dance session was interrupted by a clink! Against your window and you went to check for the source of the sound; only to be met with Kim Namjoon’s waving form.

You panicked internally, not knowing what to do in front of the man you obviously had a thing for. And you were even more confused when he held up a paper with something on it.

“Do you want to go on a riverside walk with me?” It read.

Apparently, you could not form words so that’s fun =D. Instead, you chose to stand there like 🧍🏽and just nod in response. Namjoon gave you a beautiful dimpled smile with a thumbs up before closing the curtains to his window and switching his lights off.

It was only now that you were hit with the epiphany that you were going on what was essentially a midnight date with the Kim Namjoon and boy, oh boy, you were most certainly NOT prepared for it.

Rushing to your closet, you threw on your most comfortable pair of outerwear (and of course made sure you looked presentable) before chewing like 5 breath mints and grabbing your scarf (and your apartment keys) to go and meet Namjoon.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“Hey,” You replied, still breathless.

“Ready to go?” Namjoon asked and you nodded in response. You noticed that he hid something in his bag but made no comment and instead fell into a steady pace beside him.

The walk to the river was not awkward at all, thanks to Namjoon’s ability to radiate comfort. Which was a blessing cause otherwise you would definitely have embarrassed yourself by now.

You didn't even realise that you’d reached your destination until you noticed the numerous cars and lights.

“Woah.” You had no words for the sight in front of you.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Namjoon chuckled and sighed, “I love coming here. It never gets old.” He stares off into the distance.

You get it now. The way the bridge lit up, the view, the vibe, everything. It was enthralling. And the fact that it was Namjoon who was with you made this 1000 times better.

You were so absorbed with admiring the view in front of you that your dumbass didn't notice Namjoon staring at you. There was just something so absolutely adorable and endearing in the way your eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle at the sight in front of the both of you.

“Namjoon, look!” You grab the sleeve of his hoodie, “Purple lights!” He quickly snaps a picture of not only the scenery in front of him, but also you. You who were so excited to see this view at midnight for the first time.

You spent a bit more time admiring the view, goofing off, and taking pictures before finally deciding that it was time for the both of you to head back. As upset as you were, you took comfort in knowing that you could visit this place more often hereon.

The conversation on the walk back home was one that you would never forget.

“No way… Here I was thinking that alpha and beta were just limited to greek alphabet and math,” The look of horror on Namjoon’s face when you explained omegaverse was something that you desperately wanted a picture of, and regretted not taking one.

“It’s a thing that definitely exists, and though I may not be a fan of it; I think a lot of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Interesting,” He comments, pausing. “Say, would the title ‘My Alpha mate’ qualify as omegaverse?” His sudden question caught you off guard.

“I think so… Why do you ask?”

“I think… I think Yoongi-hyung is into omegaverse.” Even though you did not mean to, you burst out in laughter. Yoongi being into reading stories centering around dom alpha mating rituals was something you never needed to know but were glad you did.

You continued explaining the various fanfiction tropes to the other male, especially your favourite ones.

“Oh, I once remember reading this amazing Zuko, Sokka and Suki fic somewhere and I genuinely think that it should be nominated for the Nobel prize,” Namjoon looked at you affectionately while you rambled about the plot of the story.

“And at the end--” You paused, looking behind you and caught Namjoon standing with a camera in his hands.

“Sorry, you just looked so beautiful, I had to take a picture.” You were sure you looked like the capillaries in your face burst.

There were a lot of things Namjoon was proud about, and making you blush that hard was definitely on his top 5.

“L-let’s go, dork.” You try your best to brush it off but KIM NAMJOON JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU STFU OK YOU WERE ALLOWED TO CRY.

Anyways, y’all reached your apartment complex sooner than the both of you wanted, and honestly? Neither of you wanted the other to go.

“So,” “Actually--” You both begin at the same time. Flustered, you gestured to Namjoon to go ahead with what he wanted to say and assured him that what you wanted to say wasn’t of any major importance.

“I actually bought something for you,” He took a small bag out of his backpack and handed it to you. “It’s a collection of poems and short stories that i wrote for-for you,” He flushed and avoided making eye-contact with you.

“Namjoon, I--”

“You don’t need to read it, but I just wanted to give them to you because… because I really like you.” It was your turn to blush (again).

“Of course I will read it, you idiot. I’m literally in love with you, what makes you think I won't?” Namjoon widened his eyes and proceeded to smile bashfully, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” He admits, swaying you around in his arms. You nuzzle deeper into his warm embrace and whisper--

“Thank you for everything, Joonie.”

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part eight.

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pairing: jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

word count: 17.8k+

warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, clothed sex, choking, degradation, orgasm denial, cum facial, tae spits in your mouth, also jungkooks kind of a major dumbass and ya’ll gonna hate me ok goodbye, also some non sexy slut shaming :/

author’s note : nows a good time to mention that the song that made me start this story is clairvoyant by the story so far, just so ya’ll know lol also this is the last super long chapter...i think

Jungkook feels the headache before hes even fully awake, its a dull thud against his temple but its enough to get him to groan in discomfort. He cracks one of his eyes open slowly, confusion clouding his brain when a tangle of hair is the first thing he sees in front of him and he almost throws himself back, his half asleep mind assuming its some animal until he remembers its you.

His left hand comes up to rub at his face, his fingers pulling back and seeing the remnants of his halloween makeup staining the tips of them and thats when the memories of last night come rushing back to him. Flashes of you moaning underneath him going through his head and he feels his temple pulse at the thought. His gaze follows the mess of hair until it settles on your face, smushed against your pillow with the cutest pout on your lips and he smiles at the sight.

His fingers twitch, wanting to push back the hair that covered part of your face but he stops himself. His hand is caught in the air when you take a deep inhale, your lips puckering out as you start to wake up and his mind begins to panic.

It was the next morning, what did that mean exactly? Well fuck all if Jungkook knew, he’d never had casual sex with anyone let alone a friend. So when you come to and peek over to look at him with a small smile all he can do is wave his hand like an idiot.

You’re not fully awake yet, your eyes still burn from sleep and it feels like your head is stuck in a fishbowl, the small traces of a hangover starting to rise to the surface. As you raise a hand up to clutch at your temple your comforter shifts from its spot around your chest, the material slipping down until your boobs are exposed.

Your mind is too focused on the throbbing in your skull to realize your nipples are exposed to the chilly air in your room but Jungkook notices, his eyes zeroed in on them and he doesn’t know if he should look away out of respect or not.

“I think I could still be drunk.” You rasp out, your hand falling from the side of your head and landing limp in front of you. You make no moves to cover yourself up, Jungkook had already seen you in all your glory last night and you were absolutely shameless regardless. You sat up a little straighter and raised both arms up to stretch your sore muscles, the action jutting your chest out further and Jungkook wanted to cry. The simple action was enough to get his dick to twitch, a small sign of life that he was determined to ignore because he would not pop a boner at the sight of a nipple.

When you finally turned to actually look at him he realizes he actually hasn’t said a word, “Oh, I’m definitely not drunk. My heads killing me.”

You smile at that, taking in his beyond messy bed head and the way his cute lips look slightly chapped from the cold of last night. He watches as your eyes scan his face, trailing down his neck and seeing the faint petals of purple you left on his skin that he has yet to notice, going further down and seeing his sculpted abs that still looked glorious even as he was hunched over. Your comforter covered him from the hips down but you knew he was just as naked as you were and it excites you but you spare him, showing him some mercy and allowing the both of you to properly wake up.

His thighs tense up when you shift in bed, your palm resting on them as you navigate around him to get out of bed. Even though he’s trying his best not to his eyes are glued to your body, watching as your breasts jiggled when you hopped out of bed, the way your ass jutted out as you rummaged through your drawers and once you got clothes on he cant help but notice how perfectly the tiny sleeping shorts hug the curve of your hips until the hoodie you throw on covers them entirely.

He can hear you mumbling something out but his eyes are still stuck on your legs, remembering how soft your skin felt as his fingers clutched onto you. It’s not until he feels a cold wipe smack him in the chest that he looks up at you, seeing you standing at your desk with your hand on your hip and an incredulous look on your face.

“Earth to Jungkook.” You wave your other hand around in the air, a makeup remover flailing around in your grasp as you do so.

He peels off the cold wipe with a grimace, “Sorry.”

You just laugh, going back to wiping your face from last nights debauchery and he starts to do the same. “Do you want advil or anything for the headache?” That must be what you were asking him while he was in a trance.

“Please, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hangovers.” He crumples up the now dirty makeup wipe and sees the trashcan is nowhere near him and his clothes are currently on the floor beside your roommates bed. He’d have to get up and reveal his naked ass self to you in order to toss the wipe.

He gulps as he looks down at his covered thighs, not sure why he feels so much uncertainty. You basically fawned over his appearance last night, sure you were drunk but the way you kissed his thighs and cock made it very clear you liked what you saw.

In a burst of confidence Jungkook stands up, yanking the sheets off himself with a force that startles you for a moment as you’re untwisting the medicine bottle. You see him stand up from the bed and your eyes immediately dart to his dick because you’re only human. The taut muscles and vline that lead to it are still as beautiful as you remember and even though he’s soft it’s admittedly still one of the nicest dicks you’ve seen.

His thighs bulge out as he steps towards you, his movements coming off as casual which differs greatly from the small scream he currently hears in his head. Once he tosses the wipe away he spares a glance at you and sees you’re caught in the same trance he was in earlier.

A statement he made last night stuck with you, Jeon Jungkook has never had a blow job before. And unless drunk you conjured up fake memories, he said he wanted one next time. Was today next time, not technically, but it could be.

You have the two pills in your hand but you say nothing because holy fuck if you didn’t want to suck his dick and worship his thighs before you sure as hell do now.

You don’t even realize when Jungkook plucks the pills out of your grasp and swallows them and he’s starting to get a little self conscious at your attention until you speak up. “Hey Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He responds, taking a small step back so he can try to reach his briefs and cover himself up because he was once again the only one naked now.

You take a step towards him, setting the bottle back down as you look up to meet his gaze. “Can I do something?”

Your hands are fidgeting in front of you as you take yet another step towards him because you really want to reach out and touch him. “Anything.” He confesses, standing his ground and seeing the smile spread across your face.

Anything. Did he mean that?

“I really wanna suck your dick,” his mouth dries up at that, not expecting that to be what you say at all, “will you let me?” His head is nodding before he can even properly register the question.

Hell if you wanted to suck his dick he wasn’t going to say no. He’s pretty sure you could do literally whatever you wanted to him and he wouldn’t protest. Although he knows he should probably save himself from further confusion and ask you about last night before the two of you go at it again, hearing you confess to wanting to pleasure him invades his thoughts.

So when you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, your lips taste like the minty chapstick you just swiped on and even though his lips are a little cracked you still smile against them. Gently you start to lead him backwards towards your bed, your tongue slowly licking its way into his mouth and when he lets out a small groan at the feeling of it you can only kiss him harder.

Jungkooks hands have slipped underneath your hoodie, his fingers cautiously tracing up and down your waist, the feeling making you sigh into his mouth as goosebumps rise up on your flesh. When his hands get bolder and dance their way up your torso, his thumbs finding your nipples and giving them soft flicks you moan out, your teeth coming down to tug his bottom lip.

You feel his dick harden at that, the length of it pressing against your thigh, every groan and whimper you get out of him the harder he gets until he’s fully erect. You both pull back, Jungkooks half lidded eyes looking at you and seeing the desire in your own as you look down and see his throbbing cock.

It bobs up slightly as he catches his breath, the tip of it leaking precum, looking exactly like the meal you want to devour. Your hands fall from their place around his neck, coming down to touch his chest as you look back up at him, “Do you want to stand?” Deep down you hoped he did, it’d make it easier from him to thrust into your mouth standing up but you weren’t trying to push it.

Jungkook stands there for a moment, his mind playing out what would be best until he decides that standing would be and when he sees the way your eyes light up he knows he picked right.

You give him another smile that helps make him feel at ease, your lips coming back to kiss him and he falls into it easily. He follows the rhythm, feeling one hand trail from his chest down to his hips until its wrapping around his length, your fingers starting a gentle tug that matches your kisses.

He sighs into your mouth, his body relaxing into your touch as your hand slides up to his tip, your fingers gathering up as much of his precum as you could to help the glide. When your hands repeat the motion a third time, your thumb slightly dipping into his slit he bows forward, his mouth detaching from yours to gasp lightly.

“Tell me what feels good okay?” You mumble out, your lips pecking his jaw and neck. His jaw is still slack as you continue to jerk his cock while you make your way down his body, landing snuggly on your knees in front of him.

Your left hand stays wrapped around his base as you lean forward and give his tip a soft kiss, licking the small traces of precum on your lips and he groans at the visual. Jungkook isn’t sure he’s gonna last long at all from this but he can’t find it in himself to care. You were kneeling in front of him looking like the poster child of innocence with an oversized hoodie and messy hair, a smile on your face as you gave his cock an experimental lick, if he was gonna cum in a minute he wanted to remember this visual forever.

You continue to softly lick and kiss his length, easing him into the feeling and slightly enjoying the teasing but you’d never tell him that. When you finally pop the tip of him in your mouth he curses above you, your lips wrapping around him and suckling on his engorged tip, licking up the beads of precum that leak out of him at the action.

“You’re not telling me what feels good Kookie.” You scold him, pulling him out of your mouth to look up at him.

His hand is raking through his hair as he looks down at you, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip until your slipping him back in your mouth. Swallowing him deeper than before, hallowing out your cheeks as you pull back.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his hand coming down to softly pull back the hair thats falling around your face, “t–that feels good Y/N.”

You hum at the praise, happy to hear him being vocal. His fingers are gently rubbing your scalp, raking back the fallen strands as you suck his dick and its cute.

Jungkooks hands freeze in your hair when he feels the tip of his dick nudge your throat, the muscles spasming slightly at the intrusion and he groans, the fingers that were gently massaging you now clutch your strands tightly when you swallow around him.

He can’t believe he’s never experienced this before, the slippery warmth wrapping around him, the slurping sounds you emit every time you pull back, the gentle kitten licks you ghost around his length, its all too much for him to focus on. His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to reel it all in, wanting to savor this moment before it was gone.

You pull back with a pop, grinning at the sight of his dick shining with your saliva, your hands wrapping around him, twisting your way to the top before gliding back down smoothly. Jungkook cracks his eyes open at the change in feeling, attempting to give you a shy smile when he sees you looking up at him, your lips coated in a sheen of your spit, but when you start to trail kisses down his base until your lips latch on to his balls and gently suck he feels himself tense up as a moan leaves him.

“Holy shit.” He whispers, his teeth coming down to bite his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with you while the sound of your hands jerking him fill the room.

“You like that?” You ask, attaching your lips back to give them another suck, your tongue swirling around them. A small smirk is on your face when you pull back again, seeing him nodding his head at your question.

“Yeah,” he takes a shaky inhale of breath, “want your lips around my cock more though.”

That takes you off guard, not expecting him to say that of all things, but if he wants to feel you choking on his dick then thats what he’ll get. His lips quirk up into a smile when he sees you laugh, resting back onto your thighs with your hands still around his cock, your eyes crinkling as you shake your head.

“Whatever you want Kookie.” Your left hand goes to clasp his thigh as you bring him back into your mouth, the weight of his cock resting on your tongue as you sink back down. Jungkooks head drops back at the sensation, his stomach tightening when you resume bobbing on his length.

He can feel the small sense of desperation creeping up on him, his mind starting to get hazy as the pleasure blurred together and thats when he gives his first thrust into your mouth. It was accidental, the intrusion catching you by surprise and making you choke around his length. He whips his head back down to make sure you’re okay but when hum around him, your hands on his thigh rubbing soft circles he gives another experimental thrust.

Jungkook groans when he sees your body relax, your jaw easing up as you drop the hand that was around the base of his cock, eager to let him fuck your mouth. He starts slow, shallowly pulling out inch by inch and gliding back in smoothly, his hand going back to wrap around your hair to help him control his thrusts.

“Is this okay?” His voice is strained as he tries to keep himself from abusing your mouth. You refuse to pull back to give him an answer, instead the hand on his thigh trails up to his hip, urging him to go as fast as he wanted, a muffled out hum of approval vibrating around his dick and its good enough for him.

The grip in your hair tightens up as he lets himself lose control, his hips rearing back before thrusting forward. He was enjoying the wet sounds of you gagging on his length, the look on your face as you tried your best to take it spurred him on. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your eyes watered up, he would think you weren’t enjoying yourself too if it weren’t for the moans you’d let out in unison with his.

“Fuck nngh,” he grunts out when he notices your legs are spread apart with your hand in between them as you rub yourself over your shorts, “you’re gonna–shit–ruin me.”

He’s getting more vocal now, not being able to hold back his whines and moans as he nears his release. Desperation suits him, his face looking utterly fucked out thanks to you. You feel his thighs tense up under your grasp, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he’s cumming with the breathiest moan you’ve ever heard. The hand on your head pushes you forward until your nose is pressed against his abs, his head thrown back in pleasure.

You feel his hot cum fill your mouth as he thrusts a few more times and you try your best to swallow it all while he’s still in your mouth. He sighs deeply when he pulls out, a string of cum and saliva spreading between his cock and your mouth and he knows he’ll never get over that sight. More so when he realized you’re still trying to get yourself off in front of him, your face screwing up in pleasure when you feel yourself nearing the edge.

You lean forward, letting your head rest on his hip as you rock into your hand, small moans leaving your mouth and Jungkook swears he could cum again from seeing you like this. Your breath fans out and he shivers when he feels it hit his skin, your left hand clutching onto his thigh so hard he feels your nails dig into his skin but he can only stare at you with his jaw slacked. Hearing your moan raise in pitch until you’re cumming too, your hips stuttering and your lips dragging down his hips as you come down.

Jungkook rubs your head soothingly as you slump onto the ground, still leaning against his body while your limbs feel warm and tingly.

“I bet this is the best start to any day you’ve ever had.” Your head lifts off of him and you’re staring at him with the biggest smile as if you hadn’t just choked on his dick and successfully ruined him for anyone else.

He laughs, continuing to rake his fingers through your hair but his stomach twists when reality sinks in for him. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his fuck buddy, this wasn’t going to become a thing you two would do. He knew from the very start that you didn’t want a relationship, you were helping him learn the ropes for casual sex for crying out loud. But Jungkook can’t control his feelings, as much as he tried to stop himself from having a crush on you he’s scared it was too late.

That stupid seed had been planted, the roots burrowed too deep into his chest for him to ignore it, and seeing you smiley and giddy in front of him just makes him want to water and nurture it instead of ripping it out.

“I think my hangovers gone.” He mumbles out, his hands accepting the clothes you hand him.

You laugh loudly at that, going back to your own drawers to once again change since your underwear and shorts were ruined. “Really? Is that the cure then?”

He shimmies into his briefs, staring at the costume he wore last night and dreading putting it back on. Something about wearing a halloween costume in the daytime on the first day of November felt wrong.

“Definitely.” He said wholeheartedly, a wide grin spreading on his face as he turned to see you rubbing your face from any traces of cum that leaked out of your mouth.

“You think its just an orgasm that cures it or does it have to be a blowjob?”

He pauses as he gets his pants up his legs, thinking the question over, “No, has to be a blowjob.”

That just makes you laugh harder, turning back to face him and seeing him in the process of zipping up his tracksuit top, looking like a very disheveled version of last night. His hands pat the pockets of his pants, fishing out his phone and seeing the influx of texts his friends had sent him.

He was actually supposed to hang out with them last night, he was only meant to go to Taemin’s party for a few hours before meeting up with his friends at another party but obviously that never happened.

He opens up the group chat they have and see that last text came from Mingyu at 2:37am, simply saying I swear to god Jungkook you better be dead in a ditch or arrested.

He cringes as he scrolls up through the thread of messages, all of his friends calling him out for being a flake and even a group photo of them all flipping him off.

His eyes glance at the top of the screen to see its currently 10:44am, not too late in the morning so hopefully he could save his ass from being chewed out by then if he explains himself now. You watch him stare at his phone in concentration, his eyes flying across his screen as he typed out a response.

Jungkook 10:44am : I have a good explanation.

It was only a few seconds before his phone vibrated from the onslaught of messages.

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh look whos NOT dead

Mingyu 10:45am : the fucking audacity

Bambam 10:45am : well lets hear it then

Mingyu 10:45am : wait lemme guess

Mingyu 10:45am : you got drunk and rubbed one out in the shower thinking of Y/N again?

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh shit LOL

He just blinks at his phone before locking it entirely, the fucking nerve of Mingyu bringing up something he told him in confidence. He wasn’t gonna open that can of worms and have a conversation about you while you stood a few feet in front of him.

“Everything okay?”

His eyes shift up to look at you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and nodding at you. “Yeah, friends just thought I died or something.”

“Oh,” you laugh for a second before your eyes widen again, “oh!” You search your room for your phone, spotting it on the floor besides your leotard from last night. When you unlock it you’re met with the same visual Jungkook had, influx of messages from your friends this morning worried about your safety, asking you if you had seen Jungkook with the final text coming from Park Jimin calling you a dirty whore with a stupid emoji tacked to the end of it.

“Same here.”

And thats when a weird silence settles between you two, both of you stood in front of the other and Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck to say. His mind wants to ask you about last night and this morning but he doesn’t want to say something he shouldn’t, assume anything he shouldn’t.

His phone vibrates once again and he reluctantly pulls it out, his lips pressing together when he sees its Taehyung texting him. A simple question asking him where he’s at, Jungkook doesn’t know why that fills him with guilt again, he knows you’re free to do what you want and so is he but he still feels bad.

So when you ask him if he wants to join you for breakfast, a hopeful gleam in your eyes because you’re wanting to continue spending time with him and know he probably wants to talk about last night, he does the dumbest thing he could do. He turns you down, his throat tightening up as he does so, his eyes not missing the look of hurt that flashes across your face so briefly.

“Sorry, my friends want to get together to eat right now too.” He lies through his teeth, scrambling for an excuse because he doesn’t want you to think he’s turning you down because of you.

“Oh, okay that’s fine.” Your smile has dimmed down, no longer reaching your eyes as you step back slightly. You start to tidy up your room, stepping around him to fix your bed up and gather your clothes off the floor and Jungkook feels like a dick, especially when he can see you’re trying your best not to look him in the face as you cleaned up.

He’s about to speak up again to try to make things okay but you beat him to it, “I’ll see you around then?” You’re stood near the door now, your arms crossed over your chest with your lips pressed together. An open invitation for him to get out.

Jungkook nods softly, his eyes trying to tell you everything he’s too much of a pussy to say but unfortunately he’s not telepathic so he just gives you a small sound of confirmation, attempting to give you a hug before he steps out but you barely return it.

He doesn’t miss the slam of the door behind him and he can’t stop but think that this is the second time he’s had a door slammed on him in the span of a few weeks. Way to go Jungkook.

You force yourself not to feel a certain way once he’s gone, your mind trying to be rational of the situation. Jungkook was shy, inexperienced and has never been in a situation like this. Had you been a one night stand from a club then you two parting ways the morning after like this would be the norm, expected, not something you’d dwell on.

But Jungkook was your friend, someone you’ve gotten closer to these past few weeks so you were hoping he wouldn’t give you a half assed excuse to not getting breakfast together. It kinda made you feel a little used.

If you hadn’t let Yoongi and Jimin’s words get to you maybe you wouldn’t have been expecting Jungkook to admit to anything regarding feelings, hell a simple this was nice, thanks, would have sufficed. Thats why you invited him out, not wanting to talk to him about this in the middle of your bedroom after giving him another orgasm, but that was fine.

You reach for your phone again, ignoring everyones messages until you reach Jimin’s, responding to his text with an invitation for breakfast.

He was never one to turn down food so thats how you found yourself snuggled into a booth in a restaurant by his apartment, a big plate full of eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes in front of you.

“So how long are you expecting me to pretend like I don’t know you fucked Jungkook last night.” Jimin asks, his fork stabbing into some of his own eggs casually, popping them into his mouth with a smirk when his eyes meet yours across the table.

You blank, mid chew as you stare at him, “What do you mean?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, squeezing an unhealthy amount of ketchup onto his hash browns, “C’mon, you two totally left together last night and now you’re acting hella weird so I’m assuming something happened.”

He watches you push your eggs around the plate, your tongue prodding your cheek out in thought. Him and Taehyung had been the only ones aware that you and Jungkook had disappeared, the rest of your group being way too inebriated to even notice until this morning. Taehyung had mentioned Jungkook having other plans after the party but Jimin wasn’t stupid, he knew you two had snuck out together and with the nervous way you’re currently behaving he knows the morning after didn’t go as expected.

“Who knows?”

An odd look is thrown your way, “The fuck? Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t!” You retort, clearing your throat slightly when you realize your volume. Jimin grins at your outburst, his eyes squinting when he sees you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just I don’t want to hear it from anyone.”

He hums softly, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow sits on the table, “Anyone as in Taehyung?”

You drop your fork onto the plate, you’re not going to be able to eat your food until this conversation passes. “Not just Taehyung, Yoongi too.”

Jimin takes a sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying you being in the hot seat as he teases you. “Trouble in paradise?”

Taehyung had been very vocal while hammered last night, rambling on and on about how he was going to miss you, thanks to the way you had treated him as well as the subtle way Yoongi and even Hoseok had hinted at him that this wouldn’t last forever.

If Jimin didn’t know you he would assume Taehyung was mourning the loss of a friend who died or moved far away but no, this was Taehyung, he was mourning the loss of potentially no longer being able to fuck you.

Jimin had just pat his back and tipped his cup up higher to continue to drink to get him to stop moping around. Jimin had been expecting this to happen, when you two first started sleeping together it had been random, when you were stressed or both of you hammered but then it morphed into something more constant. And as much as sober Taehyung swore up and down that he didn’t feel a certain way, desperately trying to convince himself and everyone else, once he was a few shots in his tune changed drastically. Jimin had witnessed Taehyung relying on you and only you for pleasure and that would have been fine until Jungkook came along.

He knew the second you met the freshman he had you charmed, it may have been deep under the surface but he could see it creeping up slowly more and more every time you two hung out. It wasn’t until the bonfire that Jimin knew his assumptions were correct, seeing you two snuggled up watching movies and teasing each other until Jungkook’s whole face was red. But Jimin also knew you and just because you were charmed didn’t mean anything which is why he’s having a hard time trying to find a proper way to respond.

“Theres no paradise Jimin.” You scoff, slumping against the booth and sliding down an inch. “Taehyung and I sleep together because its convenient–“

He didn’t believe you in the slightest but he’d entertain it. “So then are you moving on to sleeping with Jungkook because it’s more convenient?”

“No, I’m not because he couldn’t get out of my room fast enough after I gave him a blowjob this morning.” You snap back, letting yourself crack a smile even though you were lowkey hurt when Jimin chokes on his coffee. The dark liquid drips out of his mouth, his ring clad fingers wiping it away before it drips down his neck.

“Woah what?”

You let out a pathetic cry, pushing your food away from you and letting your head land with a thud against the table, your mind replaying the events of this morning and you whimper again.

“Was the blowjob that bad?” He whispers across the table, leaning over and shielding his mouth with his hand. He jolts back when you whip your head up so fast your hair smacks him in the face.

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know my general ratings for blowjobs are a 9.5.”

Jimin tilts his head at that, watching you go back to stabbing at your pancakes. “9.5, why not a 10?”

“My gag reflex acts up sometimes.” You shrug before waving your arms around, “That’s besides the point. Yes me and Jungkook hooked up and it was nice and I thought when I woke up this morning everything would be fine and dandy and well normal.”

You pause to drink water, the pancakes getting stuck in your throat due to you not properly chewing them in order to explain yourself. “But clearly that didn’t happen and next thing I know he’s fucking my face and instead of him doing what I thought he was gonna do and ask me what it all meant he left my room without even saying anything.”

At that Jimin slumps back, a whistle leaving his pursed lips as his hands cup his coffee mug. “I mean, maybe he just didn’t know how to approach it? Like honestly what would you have said if he confessed he loved you or something or if he said this was all a mistake, even him suggesting you two keep it casual. Would you have a response for any of that?”

Honestly no, you wouldn’t. Because sleeping with Jungkook was never in your head until recently. Sure you had a teeny tiny crush on him but you acquired crushes on people easily, lingering for a few days max before it fizzled away.

You always assumed it would go away once he found someone to be with. You blame the alcohol, one hundred percent. If you hadn’t drank that much you would’ve been able to continue your life blissfully unaware to how beautiful Jungkooks cock felt inside you. But no, now you were simping.

When you shake your head in response Jimin raises his hand to gesture at you, “See, you need time to digest this and so does he. Relax okay?”

You mumble out an okay, going back to eating your food while Jimin swerves the conversation into something more light hearted. But even while he talks about his new found romance with Chaeyoung, the mayhem that happened after you left the party last night, and him still needing you to be his plus one to his parents event this month because he couldn’t put Chaeyoung through that, your mind was only half tuned in.

The rest of the day doesn’t go any better for Jungkook, he had managed to get into his room and change without running into Taehyung. His friends had successfully roasted his ass over a meal and left Jungkook feeling even more confused than he was before.

When he let them know that you and him had actually slept together and you had given him head that morning he was met with praise from all of them. It wasn’t until he started to speak about feelings and how to go about telling you that he had them that the opinions split. Eunwoo telling him to be honest with you and encouraging him while Mingyu had shouted at Eunwoo, asking him if he smoked crack for suggesting that, Bambam just wincing at Jungkooks confession.

Then came the stories, how they all knew someone who knew someone who knew you or Taehyung, knew of you two and the small reputation your group had. All very familiar stories that Jungkook had heard very early on and when he voiced out that he knew this because he was actually friends with you and your group, it didn’t earn a change of tone from his friends, in fact that only spurred them on.

Bambam mentioning how his roommate Yugyeom partied with Taehyung often and witnessed first hand how shameless you and Taehyung were. And its not until Eunwoo, the only one who had been somewhat encouraging, started telling a story of how he had walked in on you and Taehyung in the bathroom of a party the first week of class that Jungkook rose his hand up to shut them all up.

They were right, he was dumb to think that you sleeping with him and sucking him off meant anything more to you than sexual gratification. You were both drunk and horny and Jungkook had slipped up and confessed his want for you, thats what spurred this on. Had he not said anything you probably would’ve snuck off into a room with Taehyung like you always seemed to do.

“I’d just let it go Kook.” Mingyu spoke up, watching his friends face crumble a bit. Jungkook could only nod, accepting it.

It’s not until the following Tuesday that you see Jungkook. He’s sat in his usual seat in class, near the front with his current essay on his desk as he skimmed it. You’re sat in the back with a small scowl on your face, your fingernails scraping the already chipped table as you stare at the back of his head.

The half blonde half red hair was gone, his usual dark brown color was back and as much as you wanted to compliment him on it you felt like you couldn’t. Jungkook had successfully blown you off, leaving texts unanswered or responding so dryly with no room to continue the conversation and you couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

How things changed so quickly between Halloween and now. All of this just because you two had slept together. You wished he could just talk to you, tell you anything. Fuck even if his reason for ignoring you was that the sex was so bad you’d rather have him tell you that so you two could get over it. But no, Jungkook took it upon himself to act like the friendship you two had blossomed was nothing now.

“You good girl?” Jackson speaks up beside you, his eyes watching you glare down at the younger student.

You sigh deeply turning to face the literary arts major with a fake smile plastered on your face and he just laughs at your failed attempt of looking normal. “Peachy.”

“Could’ve fooled me, looks like you got it out for that freshman. Need me to set him straight?”

He watches you shake your head, your face softening up, your eyes glancing back down to Jungkook once more before looking at Jackson again, “No, just haven’t had a good day so I’m stuck in my head.” You shrug, capping the pen on your desk, “You just caught me daydreaming while staring at him.”

Jackson can only hum, not believing you but honestly not caring enough to push it. Instead he pulls out the recent essay your class had been assigned, handing it over to you and asking you to proof it. So while you two swap papers, giggling in the back of the class as Jackson jokingly critiques your work, Jungkook just sits with his jaw clenched as he tries to block out the sounds of your laughter. He knows its his fault you two haven’t spoken but he can’t get himself to do anything about it.

The minute class is dismissed Jungkook shoves his coursework into his bag and is out of there before you can even get up from your seat. Watching him bolt out of class instead of waiting for you like he usually does is what does it for you, your heart freezing up as you accept that things aren’t gonna be the same.

The first time you feel like you can breathe all week is Friday night, you and your friends doing what you did best. Hoseok had gotten word from a classmate of a party happening and it didn’t take much convincing until all of you were stood inside a random house while throwing back drinks.

Jimin watches as you fill up your shot glass before you fully swallow the one you just took. His hand comes to press on the edge of the cup, stopping you from putting it against your lip, “Slow down.”

Even though he speaks softly you glare at him, navigating your shot glass from under his fingers and turning your head to throw it back. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You grimace, the back of your hand wiping your mouth as you place the glass down behind you.

Jimin raises his hands up in surrender, not being a fan of being on your bad side, but his eyes stay trained on you to make sure you’re fine.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon asks as he pours sprite into his cup, his eyes looking up to meet Taehyung’s whos stood at the end of the island, his own drink held in his hand.

Tae takes a small sip, his eyes quickly flicking over to you while his gaze is covered by the cup, “Couldn’t make it, plans with his friends.”

Namjoon winces, his hand clutching his chest as he laughs, “Ouch, I thought we were his friends.”

Yoongi hears the snort you let out at his words, your eyes rolling as you push off the counter you were resting on, grabbing a cup for yourself and pouring vodka into half of it following it up with lemonade. You just raise the cup up into the air to announce your departure before you’re walking out of the kitchen and into the stuffy living room to try to dance.

It’s after a few drinks that you feel the warm buzz settle into your blood, the bass of the current music pumping so loud you could feel it in your chest. The living room is crammed and you’re sweaty but you feel when someone slides behind you.

Their hands skim up your exposed thighs, past the hem of your skirt until their large hands are gently grasping your waist, swaying your body in time with theirs. When you let your back rest against their chest you know its Taehyung, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

“You okay Y/N?” He murmurs into your ear, letting you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, feeling you move your hips against his with more purpose now.

“Of course I am.” Your eyes are shut, your head falling back slightly against him, a small smile on your face now that you had alcohol in your system.

Taehyung doesn’t believe you, he’s seen the way you’ve been acting all week, how you couldn’t seem to throw back drinks fast enough tonight, determined to get drunk as quickly as possible. The way you were acting was very much the way you always act when you’re stressed, slightly self destructive under the guise of having fun.

He bites his lip in thought, not sure if he should call you out on the lie or just help you forget like he always does, but when he feels your hand fall from around his neck, your fingers trailing up his thigh behind you he can see you’ve made your own mind up.

His eyes shut when your hands come up to palm him over his jeans, your body whirling around in his grasp, your lips slotting between his so fast he’s surprised he reacts quick enough. Kissing you back with the same urgency you have, a groan being passed from his mouth to yours when you tangle your hands in his hair and tug. Taehyung can feel his cock harden in his jeans, the smirk your press against his lips lets him know you feel it too.

Taehyungs hand grips yours, not thinking twice as he tugs you behind him, the both of you sliding out between the packed bodies as he leads you down the hallway. He groans in frustration when every door he tries is locked, the two of you about to give up until the last door opens up with a click.

He turns to look at you, his blonde hair pushed back and his eyebrows wiggling at you jokingly and only when you laugh does he smile back, tugging you into the dimly lit room and locking the door behind you.

Its the houses master bedroom and you’re surprised out of all the rooms this one isn’t locked. Theres a giant bed in the middle, the lamps on the nightstands beside it being the only source of light.

Taehyung snaps you out of your observation, his hands gripping your shoulders and shoving your back against the door with a small laugh, seeing the tipsy smile on your face as you felt the bass reverberating against the door.

He dips his head down to attach your lips again, relishing in the feeling of your mouth opening up to let his tongue slide in, the small moan you let out and the way your hands reach forward to tug him closer by his belt loops only makes him kiss your harder.

He slips his thigh in between your legs, angling it up to press against your center and feeling more blood rush to his cock when you start to grind down on it with desperation. Your head falls back, hitting the door with a thud but you don’t register the pain, not with the pleasure you feel, especially when Taehyung starts to kiss your neck, softly biting the tender skin and sucking at it until its bruised.

You’re rutting on him faster and if you were more sober you’d be embarrassed at how desperate you were acting but Taehyung loved it, he loved watching you like this, how you couldn’t seem to get enough.

Its when you start whimpering that he pulls away, seeing your face screwed up with a pout on your lips. The friction of his jeans on your clothed pussy felt nice but it wasn’t enough, not when you had Taehyung right in front of you, someone you knew was more than capable of giving you the release you’re searching for.

“Does baby wanna cum?” He coos, his hand gently brushing the hair off your face.

You just nod your head, grabbing his other hand and trailing it down your body until you reach the hem of your skirt, another inch up and his fingers meet the wet fabric of your underwear and he groans deep in his throat at the feeling of how wet you are.

“Please.” You whisper out, brushing your lips against his as you talk. He doesn’t get a chance to respond when he feels your fingers start to work on the buttons on his jeans, your nimble fingers yanking open the gold buttons and pulling his zipper down before your tugging them down enough so you’re able to pull him out of his underwear.

Your small hand wraps around him, giving him a teasing tug and smirking when you see his eyebrows raise up to try to pretend he’s unfazed, but you know him too well.

“Whatever you want baby.” His hands wrap under the hem of your skirt, yanking it up until the fabric bunches around your hips, showing him the cute pink underwear that he can’t wait to ruin further. His finger hooks into the material, tugging the crotch of your underwear to the side and letting you lead his cock to your dripping entrance.

Just as he raises your leg to wrap around his waist you stop him with a gasp as you suddenly remember something.

“Condom.” You breathe out and he falters, not sure if his drunk mind heard you correctly. His hand drops your leg and he steps back from you slowly, letting you slump against the door.

“Huh?” He pouts at you, “Wait why?”

You huff the hair out of your face as you stare at him, the tunnel vision you had slowly fading away as the initial lust started to simmer down now that he was at arms length.

He watches you catch your breath, your swollen lips trying to form a sentence, his eyes look past you to focus on the light switch by your head and you see when the realization hits him. His jaw ticks out when his eyes meet yours again and you don’t know why but it fills you with nerves. “You–“ he pauses and smiles, “you fucked someone else?”

You straighten up against the door, the action making your skirt slide down your legs again. He takes a small step towards you, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him, the half smirk remaining on his face but his eyes look cold. His fingers dig into your skin, his head tilting slightly, “I asked you a question baby girl.”

Taehyung watches as you gulp nervously, your lips pursing together, “Yes.”

That answer doesn’t satisfy him, his eyes narrowing down at you, “Yes, what?”

He doesn’t miss when you roll your eyes, yanking your head out of his grasp, “Yes, I fucked someone.”

The laugh that leaves him fills the empty room up, the muffled bass of the music becoming background noise when the room once again falls quiet. His heads thrown back, his neck fully exposed as he smiles at the ceiling before looking back at you, the small smile still on his face.

“When?” His face inches closer to yours, his hand coming back up, this time to gently rest on the side of your neck, the back of his fingers gently rubbing your skin as he nudges his nose into yours with his eyes half lidded.

Your breath stutters at the question, not wanting to be reminded of that night again, and he feels it fan against his face, “A few days ago.” The reply is so quiet he barely hears it, a small squeak that just reaches his ears but he’s humming in confirmation, his four fingers cupping your neck as his thumb traces the underside of your jaw.

“And you let them fuck you without a condom?”

When you just nod he laughs again, letting his forehead rests against yours for a second, “Wow,” he pulls his face back again to really look at you, his right hand coming back between your legs, his hand gently slapping your pussy and you jump at the unexpected feeling, “you dirty girl.”

You whimper when he pulls his hand away, his left hand coming to fully grip your throat, his thumb pressing down gently on your neck, “Do you deserve to get fucked now?” He asks lowly, smiling when your face twists up at the implication of not getting your release tonight, your thighs coming together to try to relieve the pressure you feel.

When you don’t answer he tightens his hold on your neck, feeling the moan in your throat against his hand, “Huh?” He questions again, “Why should I reward you?”

You gasp when he releases his grip for a moment only to squeeze harder a second later, your hand coming up to rest against his fingers. You can feel your arousal drip onto your underwear, the material feeling sticky against your skin and you whimper again, “I’m sorry.” You finally respond, shutting your eyes tightly to try to ground yourself, “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

You plead and you almost cry when he releases your neck letting you rest fully against the door as he steps away from you. His eyes stare you down as you struggle to regain your composure, “You better hope theres a condom in here baby.”

He turns his back to you as he walks to the nightstands by the bed and you take it upon yourself to slip out of your shoes, mind set on getting comfy because you were determined to get dick tonight even if you had to beg. You take a moment to breathe, your mind whirling from the alcohol in your system. This is what you needed, sleeping with Taehyung never left you feeling the way that morning did.

Taehyung rummages around the first drawer, tsking loudly when he finds nothing before moving on to the other side and opening the drawer. When he pulls up a string of condoms into the air you nearly sob and he just smiles as he tears one off and shuts the drawer again.

His hands motion for you to come over and your legs cant move fast enough, stumbling over air until you get to him as hes sliding the condom over his length, his face cringing at the feeling of latex and lube and he knows you’re gonna complain about it too but this is your fault.

His hands grip your shoulders as he turns you to face the bed, pushing your back down to bend you over the edge of it, your hands hiking up the back of your skirt again and he snickers, his right hand rearing back and landing on your ass cheek with a smack. The blood rushes to your skin and the sting that accompanies it just makes you wiggle your hips back at him.

“Such a desperate little slut.” His hands soothe your skin, pulling away to deliver another harder smack to the same spot, chuckling when he hears you moan into the sheets.

“Please Taehyung.” You whimper, your arms lifting your body up slightly to look back at him and he just raises his eyebrows at your pleading. Both his palms smoothing over the skin of your ass, his thumbs toying with the fabric of your underwear, sliding underneath it and moving it aside to slide his length between your folds.

You gasp when you feel the cold lube on the condom press against you, Taehyung sliding his feet between your legs to spread you out further before he’s sliding into your heat, the both of you groaning when he bottoms out.

“Fuck.” You moan, gasping when Taehyung grabs your hair and yanks you up until your arms are supporting your upper body, only giving you a moment to adjust as he starts to pound into you.

Taehyung grunts at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him, annoyance creeping up on him at not being able to fully feel you. He grabs your hips with both hands to hold you still since you can’t seem to stop trying to fuck yourself back onto him. “Stop.” He grunts out, right hand coming down onto your ass again with a sharp sting, “you’re gonna take what I give you.”

Your hands clutch the sheets underneath you, a small cry leaving your throat when his slows his pace, thrusting into you slowly with more force. “Please, f-faster.”

His laugh fills the room again, he reaches over and brushes your hair over your shoulder to see your face pressed against the mattress, “Look at you,” he slides out of you slowly, “cock hungry slut.” He feels you clench around his tip, trying to keep him from leaving you empty but it fails.

You don’t get a chance to protest, his hands moving your body around until you’re on your back and he’s sliding back into you. His hand finds its home around your throat and you moan when he squeezes it the way he knows you love. “Is this what you want?” He asks, quickening his pace. You can feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass but you don’t care, not when his dick curves just right inside of you.

You can only nod in his grip, your eyes rolling back when he lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, his body bending over yours and reaching deeper inside you.

“S-so good.” You mumble out, your hand sliding down your body until your fingers are meeting your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.

He can feel your body tense up as you near your high, your hand rubbing with vigor and just as you’re about to topple over Taehyung swats your fingers off your clit, stopping his thrusts all together and enjoying the pained expression on your face as your orgasm is ripped away from you.

“No.” You cry as you grab the palm around your neck, wiggling your hips around in frustration.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum?” He taunts, staring down at you with a smirk that only gets wider when he sees your eyes well up with tears and the bastard laughs. Blame it on your need to cum but his condescending tone has more wetness gushing out of you.

“Taehyung,” you gasp, trying to blink the tears away, “please, please let me cum. I need this.”

Its the tone in your voice that makes him believe you, his want of making you feel better overpowering his desire to torture you further. His jaw tenses up as he resumes his earlier pace, the slick noises of him thrusting into you filling the room along with your sighs of relief.

His eyes stay on you, watching as the tension breaks and a lone tear falls free down the side of your face, “Crying over my dick baby?”

Your mouth drops open at a particular thrust that hits your bundle of nerves deliciously, your head nodding and slurring out a response, “Fuck, yes. Love it.”

Taehyung releases your throat in favor of cupping your cheeks with his palm under your jaw, “Does other dick make you cry like this?”

Your body is being jostled with every thrust, his grip on your cheeks tightening to hold your face still, “No, j-just you, god, just you Taehyung.”

Your right hand goes to tug at his shirt, wanting him even closer and he obliges, leaning further into you, making the muscles in your leg scream in protest at the stretch but you take it.

“So then why are you letting other guys fuck you when you know I’m all you need.” His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with his new angle, the feeling making you moan as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach.

“Im sorry.” You sob, “I won’t do it again.” You promise, your breath stuttering and hes shushing you gently, pressing his lips against you quickly before hes ordering you to open your mouth for him.

His fingers remain on your cheeks as you do what he asks, sticking your tongue out and seeing his eyes light up at you looking so submissive underneath him. “You’re mine.” He grunts out in between thrusts before hes gathering spit behind his lips and letting it fall onto your tongue.

You moan at the sensation, bringing your tongue back in to swallow it, “Yours.” You mumble out before sticking it back out again. Your mind was hazy as you neared your release again, Taehyungs cock stretching you open so beautifully made you feel more drunk than your drinks did.

“Dirty girl.” He murmurs out before spitting in your mouth again, letting you swallow it, leaning back from you and bringing your other leg up on his shoulder. Your body folded in half when he bent over again, letting his arms cage you in as he started to fuck you harder.

Small grunts of pleasure were leaving him, seeing your face looking fucked out every time he thrust back in, your walls pulsing around him as you got closer to the end. Fuck Taehyung wished he didn’t have to wear this stupid condom.

“Close.” You whisper out, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as best as you could, taking his pounding with your head thrown back. And then that coil inside you was snapping, your pussy clamping down on him as you chanted his name. Your body shuddered underneath his, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, yes.” You mewled, your eyes screwed shut as you saw white. Taehyung continued to thrust into you, moaning softly at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. His eyes moved down to where you two connected, your underwear was absolutely ruined, damp with the mixture of lube and your arousal. You were whimpering now as you came down and Taehyung slid out of you, his hands yanking off the condom as he slid onto the bed on his knees. Shuffling up towards you, his thighs on either side of your ribs while his hand jerked himself off on top of you. You weakly held yourself up with your elbows, your mouth dropping open once more as you waited.

“Shit.” Taehyung gasped, the head of his cock peaking out of his grasp every time he pumped himself. His brows furrowed as his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving him when he met his release. His eyes bored into yours as thick ropes of his cum splashed onto your face, landing on your lips and tongue, splattering onto your cheek. He hummed in content when you swallowed his seed and brought your cleaned tongue out to show him.

He shuffles back off of you slightly, letting you rest back onto the bed fully as he hovers over your body. His thumb traces your cheek, his fingers swiping his sticky mess around your face, popping into your mouth and letting you suck them clean.

“Mine.” He mumbles out, when your eyes slip shut as he presses down on your tongue, pulling the finger out of your mouth and smashing his lips against you again, not caring as his nose touches the cum on your cheek.

You’re gasping into his mouth when his tongue swirls against yours, “Tae stop, I cant.” You whimper and thats when he realizes his hand had slipped between your thighs and started rubbing your sore clit again.

“Sorry.” He whispers, pecking your lips once more and sliding his fingers away from your center, wiping them clean on the black jeans he still had on.

His eyes roam the room before hes getting up and adjusting himself back into his pants, going into the ensuite bathroom and coming back out with a handful of wipes. “They don’t have towels in there.” He speaks softly when he comes out, his hand cupping your face and gently wiping away any trace of him on you, moving on to clean between your thighs.

You hum softly at the feeling, letting yourself lay limp onto the bed with a groan. Your head cranes up slightly when you feel him start to slide your underwear down your legs, his eyes looking up at you and seeing the confusion on your face, “I’m sorry, were you trying to wear these ruined panties back out?”

You lean back, your hand draping across your face as you pout, “No, but I don’t wanna flash anyone either.”

He chuckles, slipping the material past your ankles and crumbling them up before he’s stuffing them into his jean pockets before you can notice. “I mean it’s either you flash someone or everyones gonna get a whiff of what your cum smells like.”

Your face flushes at the statement, he’s right, you’ll take your chances. Taehyung just stares at your form, his fingers tracing the tops of your legs softly, smirking when he sees your muscles trembling slightly at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

His heart is currently pounding in his chest, not just from exertion but from a mixture of the anger and jealousy he felt when you had admitted to sleeping with someone new. As much as he tried to convince himself and a few of your friends that he didn’t like you like that he knew he was lying. Taehyung didn’t love you but somewhere in the middle of this he had realized his interest in you had gone deeper than your friendship and hookups and now he was scared.

The both of you were the ones who shouted the loudest when it came to being against relationships at this age, you and him used to be each others wingmen at bars and clubs before sleeping together had become more consistent. Taehyung had never recalled getting jealous when you spoke of different hookups, hell he used to take it as a challenge when you’d talk about how so and so had made you see stars when you came, he would eat you out with new found determination, enjoying as you laughed and shuddered after he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

No, it wasn’t until his new roommate had entered the picture and the way you had acted the night of the halloween party, shooing him away like he meant nothing while you pranced over to the younger boy and gave him your undivided attention, thats when he felt the first real pang of hurt in his chest.

And now he felt stupid, stupid because he knew this would happen but his inflated ego had hoped it would be you catching feelings, not him.

Fuck, Yoongi was gonna have a fucking field day.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” You mumbled out, sitting up slightly as you rested on your elbows.

Taehyung smiled softly, “You just look really pretty.”

You scoff, swatting his hands off your thighs with a smile, not being able to conceal the blush on your cheeks, “Yeah right, you only call me pretty when I’m covered in your cum.”

He laughs loudly at that, the classic Taehyung laugh that comes from his stomach, his mouth opening wide while his eyes crinkle up and its endearing.

He’s crawling over your body again, his thighs caging you in as his right hand cups your cheek and he presses a firm kiss on your lips, “Just accept the compliment.” You hum against him as he nudges your noses together before kissing you again, “C’mon, lets go.”

He’s leaning back and patting your knees, letting you grasp his arm as you stand up to slip your shoes back on. The both of you laugh as you walk out of the room, Taehyung clowning you as your legs give out a few times and when the party host sees you two leaving the master bedroom, asking you who you were, Taehyung crouches down and wraps his arms under your butt to lift you straight up as he runs down the hall.

You’re screaming with laughter, swatting Taehyungs shoulder to tell him to stop being dramatic since he wasn’t even following you but he just spins you around a few more times.

With your added height Yoongi spots you easily from his spot by the liquor, his eyes narrowing as he sees the dark purple hickey on your neck. He just shakes his head, old habits die hard and you two were well and truly fucked.

Once Taehyung finally lets you down you tug your skirt, making sure you’re fully covered since you were currently commando, “You wanna get outta here?” He asks you, staring down at you with a smile, “Kinda craving some street food.”

You nod at him, your hands coming down to pat at your stomach. Eating some food would do you good, you needed something in there to absorb the alcohol sloshing around. “Should I tell everyone else?” Your eyes scan the room, trying to spot your friends but not being able to see past the bodies surrounding you.

“Nah lets go just us two.” Taehyung suggest, he just wants to spend time with you alone, someplace you two could talk without having to shout at each other. You feel his hand clasp around yours, a smile on his face that only widens up when you nod, letting him once again lead the way as you exit the house.

The location of the party wasn’t too far from an area near campus that was notorious for their grilled chicken skewers so naturally thats where you two headed. Your hand hooked around his arm while you slowly walked there, Taehyung helping you stay balanced as you stepped over cracks and uneven sidewalks in your heels.

It had been a long while since you two properly hung out together, hanging out in his dorm room only to sleep together or hanging out with your entire friend group wasn’t the same. Taehyung missed the random chaotic energy you two had together, doing bar crawls as a duo, roaming the streets as you snapped endless photos of him and your surroundings, or just you two grabbing food alone.

You were thinking the same thing, your mind hadn’t realized the small space of distance that had creeped in between the two of you until right now. You had gotten busy with work and school and he had too, plus with the added attention you were giving Jungkook as he asked for help with Jisoo or random questions he would have, you two barely spent more than an hour together in his room more often than not.

So as he orders food for you two, handing you a skewer as he takes a bite out of his own with a smile, you can’t help but think how thankful you are for the weird relationship you two have.

You walk over to the nearby bench as he grabs your drinks before joining you, both of you huffing as you take a bite of the hot chicken, laughing at the dumb faces you make. “This is nice.” Taehyung speaks softly, his teeth sliding another chicken piece off the skewer.

The crisp sound of you opening up the soda can fills the air beside you as you hum, “Yeah, it is.”

Taehyung carefully chews his food as he thinks his next words over, his tongue licking his lips as he swallows. “If I say something and you’re not on board can you just pretend I never mentioned it?”

That grabs your attention, setting the can down by your feet as you nod at him. Your mind assuming he’s gonna ask you to try something new in bed but one look at his face shows that hes clearly nervous. “Sure, whats up.”

He nervously takes another chunk off of his chicken, using the food to stall as his eyes give your face a once over to see if theres any sign that he shouldn’t say what he wants to say but you’re sitting there patiently waiting for him to finish, opening up his own drink for him to take a sip that he’s surely gonna need. He takes the can with a smile, taking a gulp and looking at you again.

“Let me take you out.” Your lips purse out in confusion so he continues, “Like, on a date.”

Those words feel foreign on his tongue, not being able to recall the last time he ever used them. He wants this though, he needs to know if the inkling of a crush he feels inside means anything more than just friendship and lust. If the date is garbage and you both agree its weird then no harm done.

“You’re drunk.” You laugh, cupping his cheek with your left hand.

“You are too.” He counters, mimicking your action and cupping your own cheek.

“No I’m not.”

“Well neither am I.” And his quick retorts make you laugh again, dropping your hand from his face.

When he doesn’t remove his hand you sigh, leaning into his touch slightly, “Why Taehyung?” You remember Yoongi’s words from the art exhibit, claiming Taehyung had a crush on you and you had just laughed it off, but with this unfolding now you know Yoongi knew more than he let on.

“Can I be honest?” He asks, more confidence filling him since you hadn’t immediately told him no. He was expecting you to burst into laughter and call him ridiculous but the fact that you were entertaining the thought made him feel less stupid. “I’ve been battling these emotions for over a month now and I know this mutually beneficial thing we have going only works when theres no feelings going on, and I know we both hate relationships but if I’m laying it all out there I haven’t actually slept with anyone else in so long which says a lot.”

You can only giggle at his rambling, watching him take another deep breath to keep talking, “I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have the best track record but I’m just asking for one date. One.”

Hes finished now, still wanting to continue to ramble to further explain himself but he needs to know what your thoughts are first. Your face gives nothing away as you stare at him.

“Do you actually want this or is this your jealousy speaking because you know I slept with someone?”

He rolls his lips together as he nods along, “No, I mean it. I know you slept with Jungkook–“ your eyes widen at that but he ignores it, he had figured it out on his own. Jungkook was a shit liar, the way he had stuttered when Tae asks about his Halloween night, how he would derail conversations that brought you up had spelled it out for him and with your confession tonight it just confirmed what he already thought, “and it’s none of my business, but hearing about it made me feel a way I’ve never felt before so I just want to know if there a chance.”

You both fall silent after that, your mind drawing a blank as you think. You had always been so fast to dismiss any thoughts regarding dating Taehyung. You had never thought of Taehyung as a boyfriend because you had never seen Taehyung be a boyfriend besides those two strange weeks, you only ever saw him as your friend who happened to know how to give you great orgasms. There was no denying that Taehyung was hot, the physical attraction was not an issue, and your personalities mixed well together, it was just the thought of Taehyung being able to be a boyfriend that left you unsure.

You weren’t even positive you wanted a boyfriend yet, with how life was at the moment you couldn’t find a spot to juggle a relationship in between it all but he’s only asking for a date. Who knows how that could play out, you shouldn’t overthink it all because for all you know the date could be a disaster.

“One date, and if its a shit show we forget it ever happened?”

His eyes shut, his lips pressing together as he sighs, opening his eyes again and nodding, “Yeah, exactly.”

Ignoring everything you’ve heard from everyone the past few weeks you nod, there was nothing to lose and you were sick of people having opinions and advice to give you regarding situations that had nothing to do with them. “Fine, wine and dine me Kim Taehyung.”

“No sixty-nineing though.” He gently prods your with the tip of his skewer, his classic smile back on his face, “Just a wholesome date, can’t let my dick be the reason you accept, it’d ruin the scientific study.”

Just like that you’re both laughing again, your hands shoving his shoulder, falling back into normal conversation as you finish your food, Taehyung getting up to grab another order for you two.

The actual time and place of the date had been a bit of a struggle to decide, you and Taehyung needing to plan around your schedules but he was determined to make it worth it. He had started doing things he normally didn’t do, messaging you in between a long break in classes and bringing you food to eat during it all while claiming it didn’t count as a date yet. He’d also begun waiting for you at the end of your latest class on Thursday nights, insisting on walking with you during the very long 3 minute trek back to your building.

His reasoning was trying to help normalize doing these things just in case the date went well and you kinda liked it. Taehyung had always been a caring friend, yes he was vulgar and shameless but that didn’t discredit that he always tried his best to show his friends how much they meant to him. Getting an extra dosing of that caring Taehyung isn’t something you’re against but you’re not letting your guard down yet, not until this date happens.

Luckily your schedules aligned and tonight would be the night you two give this date a shot and you’re a little nervous. The dynamic between you two was fun and carefree, a small part of you was scare you two were teetering too close to the edge and a wrong move would be the downfall of all of it. Yeah you had said if this date went sour you would pretend it never happened but would it be that easy?

How were you going to go back to fooling around after knowing he had been thinking of asking you out on a date for weeks now. You’d feel cruel sleeping with him if you had no feelings after this date while he did.

“Why are you pouting, do you hate the top I picked out?” Wendy asks, staring at your reflection as she stands behind you, her fingers tugging at the blouse she had suggested you wear.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you stare at the material of the white patterned top you had on, your fingers going to smooth the front which was tucked into your jeans, “No, just overthinking tonight.”

She hums in understanding, helping you adjust the back of the shirt so it wasn’t bunched up, “Don’t be, I’m sure Jungkook is just as nervous.”

Your hand freezes halfway down your pants, your face scrunching up because im sorry what?

“Jungkook?” The tone of your voice exhibits just how wrong her assumption had been, her wide eyes flicking back to yours, a tiny grimace on her face, “Is that not who you’re going out with?” She speaks timidly.

You yank your hand out of your pants with a huff, your fingers fidgeting with your hair, “No, why would you even think that?” You hadn’t told a soul about what you and Jungkook had done, the only people who knew were your friends and they had no need to go gossiping about your business to everyone because they couldn’t be bothered.

Wendy goes back your closet, sorting through your jackets to see what would pair nicely with your outfit, “I mean after Halloween I kind of just assumed something sparked between you two.”

“After Halloween?” You’re turning to properly face her now, okay she definitely knew. The only person who had seen you and Jungkook sneak into your room had been Jihyo and you highly doubted she would rat you out to your own roommate considering she’d also be getting in trouble.

“Girl, did you forget Yeri’s room is right next door?” Her thumb flicks over to your side of the room, pointing at the wall you most likely shared with her friend and your face reddens. “She told me she heard you giving him the gawkgawk5000.” That breaks your hard exterior, your hand reaching out to swat at her before you’re covering your face as you both break out in hysterical laughter, you calling her a child as you scream behind your palms, “I hate you!”

She just laughs harder, “Hey, no shame here. She didn’t know it was him until she saw him leave your room a few minutes later.” When you compose yourself again, standing straight up and wiping under your eyes to save your makeup from being ruined by stray tears, you see shes staring at you with a gentle look on her face, “Did something happen?”

You finally spill it all out to your room mate, telling her everything, how Jungkook had approached you one night after he partied with Tae and assumed you were being cheated on, asking you for help regarding girls and sex, that time in your room, to the drunk texts and wet dreams to finally sleeping with him and the cursed morning after and the way he left and hadn’t given you the time of day since.

Her pretty face was pulled in, a look of anger coming across as her brows pinched together on her forehead, “What a fucking dick. You know what though, I knew it.”

“What do you mean?”

Her arms cross under her chest, “He came across as too pure, asking you for relationship advice was his way into your pants. No guy that looks like him needs help for fucks sake. Maybe Jisoo was telling the truth.” She shrugs, confident in her words. You frown at her statement but you’re not in a hurry to jump to his defense like you had before because you were still very much upset at him, even now, over two weeks later he had yet to reach out and you were growing sick of it. Seeing him bolting out of class no longer stung like it had the first time.

“Yeah, maybe.” You shrug it off, “I’m going on a date with Tae though.”

The screech she lets out bursts your eardrums, your hands clasping over them as she holds the note out, “What!” She’s yanking your hands away from your poor ears, holding them clasped in between the two of you, “Kim Taehyung? The boy you religiously bang? Certified McDreamy?”

You roll your eyes at her praises, “Jesus-”

“Yes, the man looks like Jesus!”

“Wendy!” You snap with a chuckle, “Yes that Taehyung.”

You yank your hand out of her grasp to pull your phone out to check the time. He had told you to be ready by 6pm and it was currently a few minutes shy of that so you had to get going. “How did that happen?”

“It just did? He said he just wants one date, something about him wanting to see if this helps him figure out his feelings and I guess mine?” She sees you grab the leather jacket she had pulled out for you, her hands making grabby motions at you when she realizes you’re about to walk out.

“No, you can’t drop that bomb and fucking leave what’s wrong with you!” She marches to the door and stands in front of it as you slide into your converse, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you walk towards her with a grin.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want when I get back, if its a disaster I won’t have anything worthy of saying.” She just pouts but grumbles out a fine, stepping aside and letting you leave.

Just as you make it out of your building your phone starts vibrating with an incoming call from Taehyung, a picture of him high as fuck with a dopey smile adorning a plastic tiara that you had taken during summer break set as his contact photo.

“Hey, where should I meet you?” You ask, your legs already starting to move in the direction of the boys dorm but he stops you, telling you to meet him on the west side of campus, the area where guests were allowed to park.

He stays on the line as you walk that way, asking if you were excited even though he had told you zero details of what he had planned. Its when you reach the guest parking and spot him standing against the hood of a car that one hundred percent did not belong to him that you stop talking on the phone, hearing him laugh into the receiver at your expression.

He hangs up the call when you get closer, his arms gestured out to the car, a giant smile on his face, “Okay who’s car is that?”

Your eyes examine the car further as he pulls you in for a hug, complimenting your outfit, “Oh my god is this Jin’s car?” You speak against his chest, pushing him back to peak into the passenger side window, spotting the peach scented air freshener hung around the mirror to confirm your suspicion.

He chuckles again when you turn to face him with a knowing look, “Yeah, he let me borrow it for tonight. I promised him I’d wash it and fill up his tank.”

“You don’t have your license though.”

He presses his index finger against your lips gently, “Sh, lets not get into specifics.” He ignores your eye roll and opens the door for you, sliding into the drivers seat shortly after and starting up the car.

Your eyes take in his appearance, seeing his blond hair laying on his head in soft waves, a handful of silver chains around his neck that glimmer with the last remaining light the sun gives off. He has a loose black and burgundy striped shirt that has the first few buttons open, the material tucked into form fitting black trousers, a black leather jacket draped on him that matches the one you currently have on.

Your outfits were very similar in style and it makes you giggle slightly, his eyes drifting off the road to look over at your for a moment, smiling when he sees you giggling to yourself, “What?”

You lean further into the passengers seat, your hand raking through your hair, “It looks like we coordinated our outfits.”

He joins you in laughing, letting one hand drop off the steering wheel to reach out and pinch the fabric of your shirt, “You know, I’m pretty sure you stole this shirt from me.”

Now that he mentions it, you’re pretty sure you did, remembering how he had bought this shirt online and when it had arrived he was pissed when the material wouldn’t stretch over his broad shoulders. The way the short sleeves dug into his skin as he tried to force himself to fit into it had made you laugh when he turned to face you, looking like the hulk in tiny clothes.

“You gave it to me okay.” He hums, refusing to believe thats how it played out, “Where are we going anyway?”

He had started driving further away from campus, deeper into the city and had yet to say anything, “I actually heard about this exhibit happening this month and got us tickets. It has some of your favorite surrealism photographers work on display.”

The car fell silent, all you could do was stare at him, seeing him nervously chew on his lip as he tried to focus on the road when you didn’t say anything. Had he already fucked up?

Taehyung knew of your love for surrealism, being on the receiving end of the countless messages you’d sent him of insane photos. He’d also seen you spent hours upon hours in photoshop trying to perfect photos in that style before giving up all together, accepting that it was a style you wouldn’t be able to master. Nonetheless you still loved it from afar and him doing this for you made you wonder just how attentive he had to be.

“If you think its stupid we can go do something else–“

“Taehyung,” you cut him off, gently swatting his shoulder, “no, thats actually really nice.” You can just see how his body sags into the seat in relief, his hands tapping the steering wheel in excitement.

He’s nervous as hell, the jittery feeling is completely new to him, his hands never got clammy when you two hung out before but as he struggled to button up his top half an hour ago he knew it was the fear of not knowing how this would play out.

Jungkook had watched him get ready while he sat at his desk and finished his course work, the two of them exchanging polite words even though Taehyung wanted to fight him. He knew you and Jungkook had a falling out, with the way you’ve acted and the fact that Jungkook couldn’t seem to desperately divert conversations fast enough if your name ever popped up it wasn’t hard to piece together.

So even though Taehyung wanted to talk about this first date, help get his nerves in check, he didn’t want to bring it up and have the conversation become awkward. He held it all in until he got to Jin’s apartment, words of doubt instantly falling from his mouth when Jin opened the door for him.

Arang had been sat on the couch, a smile on her face, clearly enjoying seeing Taehyung uncharacteristically nervous. Seokjin had led Taehyung into the kitchen, thrusting a bottle of water into his hand with encouraging words. The oldest friend had been the only one to not make Taehyung feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. Considering Jin was Tae’s room mate before he graduated he had witnessed the dynamic between the two of you more than anyone else so when he told him that he had nothing to worry about, that everything would be fine between you two regardless, he finally let himself take a breath.

And once you two arrived at the exhibit, you stood in the middle of it all with the biggest smile, grabbing his hand and yanking him to the first photo that caught your eye, Taehyung lets out that same breath.

You spend two hours in that building, your hand remaining intertwined with his and even though it isn’t something you two ever did it feels nice, the small squeezes shared between each other had emotions stirring inside you that you swore you’d never feel.

Taehyung and you bounce around from photo to photo, him watching you patiently as you take everything in. The dates nice and the conversation flows naturally, attributed to the fact that you two are very good friends. Taehyung can feel his heart skip a beat every time you drag him along behind you and he hopes you feel anything at all.

That craving he has only intensifies once you two are sat back in the car, both the seats pulled back and the windows rolled down to let the night breeze roll in. Taehyung had pulled in to a nice lookout spot near campus after you had voiced a want for a milkshake, which you were currently sipping on as you sat with your feet resting on the dashboard.

Taehyung was sipping on his own shake, licking any traces of the chocolate desert off his lips as he stared at you. “So,” he started lamely, a sheepish smile adorning his face when you glanced at him sideways.

“So.” You mimic, stirring the straw in your cup.

“Thoughts?” Its all he can get himself to ask, not wanting to ask a specific question that puts you on the spot.

The soft sounds of the radio playing fill the silence as you reach forward and set your cup on top of the dash by your propped up feet. This was the part of the date that you were anticipating, your brain sorting through every memory and possible emotion to form a response.

“I had a good time, but I knew I would, that was never a doubt of mine.” He knew this but he still smiles, letting you continue talking. “I’m just confused I guess?”

You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, dropping your legs from their spot and shuffling on the seat, “We’ve been... us, for almost as long as we’ve known each other so I’m just wondering what would change if we pursued these feelings?”

“Do you have feelings?”

His question makes you fidget, you’ve never been comfortable talking about romantic feelings hence the underwhelming list of boyfriends past.

“I’m having a hard time figuring out if what I feel is love for our friendship or something deeper.” You confess, your eyes meeting again and you relax when you see he’s not upset or offended, “What we currently have is such a blurred line, if we were strictly friends and nothing else then maybe it’d be easier for me to figure out if I felt butterflies because I wanna know what it feels like to kiss you but its kinda hard to do that when I already kiss you all the time.”

He gets that, what you guys had blurred the line between friendship and relationship. It was not the typical friends with benefits dynamic and he knew that from the start, you two wouldn’t just send each other a text at 3am looking to get off, you would hang out all the time, he would kiss you in public like it was completely normal, and the amount of people who thought you were a couple already spelled it out.

“I guess what I’m wondering is, is it just the exclusiveness that comes with it?”

He sets his own cup down besides yours, settling back in his seat slightly turned towards you. “No, well I mean yes-sorta. Like I told you, besides me kissing like two girls I haven’t slept with anyone besides you.”

“Tae you realize if we’re dating you can’t be kissing any girls?” You tease him, enjoying the eye roll he gives you.

“Yes Y/N I know this.”

“Did you know this when you dated Nari?”

“Nari?” His face scrunches up as he thinks, his expression settling into one of understanding, “Y/N, I asked Nari out when I was high off shrooms and she only dated me because she knew I could get her drugs. She cheated on me twice as much. Is that a reason you’re not into this?”

“Its one of the reasons.” The reason you didn’t do relationships was not because you were scared of monogamy, sure you liked the freedom of being single but you knew deep down if you were actually with someone you wouldn’t be unfaithful. Taehyung had never explicitly said he didn’t date because he knew he would cheat but after witnessing him and Nari’s shit show of a relationship for two weeks it was a rightfully made assumption.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, almost nervously because he can feel his heart in his throat. His hands are clammy again, fidgeting on his lap, “I’m ignoring every fiber inside me to say this and I know it’ll be hard to but believe me when I say it’s more than just being exclusive. I think about what it’d be like to have a dumb photo of us as my lock screen, or to properly introduce you to people as my girlfriend, or even wondering what my parents would think of you and I told myself I wouldn’t say any of this but I need you to know it’s not just me wanting an ego boost about being the only guy you sleep with.”

His confession is definitely not one you expected and its stunned you to silence, “I dont–I don’t expect you to have a response to any of that, I’ve had a head start at letting my feelings settle so I get it if you need time.”

You can only nod softly at his stuttered statement, you definitely needed time but hearing his confession didn’t fill your stomach with dread like you thought it would and when he softly grabs your hand you’re once again thankful for the relationship you two have.

“So then are you two officially dating?” Yoongi asks as you both walk down the street, you had finished your shift a few minutes ago and were now headed back to campus. The sun was almost fully set and the sharp cold of the wind had you two huddled close together to keep warm.

“No, we’re not. I told him I need to think about it before diving in.” He hums in response, glad that you weren’t jumping into anything without thinking it through. Yoongi, like always, had seen this coming from a mile away, take away the fact that Taehyung had drunkenly confessed to his feelings multiple times in confidence Yoongi would still be able to detect them otherwise. Yoongi, and Jimin as well, weren’t against you dating if thats how the cards played out, they were just trying to make sure you two weren’t doing it for the wrong reasons. The last thing anyone wanted was a messy situation but it seemed like Jungkook had dropped out of the picture entirely, his absence made the situation less likely to implode.

“Smart, I’m glad he finally said something. I gave you a heads up though, not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.”

You roll your eyes as you near campus, a group of boys making their way down the path you were walking up, too far away to make anyone out. Yoongi yelps when you swing your arm around his head, forcing him to hunch over as you attempt to put him in a headlock, your hand wrapping around your wrist as you try to overpower him. “Not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.” You mimic, hearing him guffaw at your surprising strength.

All it takes is him abruptly standing back up to knock your hold loose, the action making you stumble over, Yoongi reaching his arms out to catch you by the waist before you topple over onto the concrete. He pulls you into his chest from the force and you’re both laughing hysterically, his hands letting you go once you’re stable, choosing you wrap over your shoulder to continue walking huddled together.

Unbeknownst to you the group that was walking towards you was Jungkook and his friends, all of them taking note that it was you and Yoongi walking towards them. Having seen the incident that just happened Mingyu speaks up, “Isn’t that Y/N?”

Jungkook has his eyes glued to you, seeing you’re cheeks tinted pink from the cold and a smile on your face as Yoongi spoke, “Yeah it is.”

Mingyu scoffs, “See, she’s already hopped onto the next one.”

Eunwoo glares at his friend, trying to tell him to shut up but Mingyu doesn’t get it not even when Jungkook mutters that you’re just friends with Yoongi, “Yeah, like shes friends with Taehyung. Bambam told me that Yugyeom saw her and Taehyung sneak off at a party a few weeks or so ago.”

That only irks Jungkook more, why the fuck were they trying to keep tabs on you? Was this their way of trying to make him feel better when their words were the ones that made him distance himself?

As you and Yoongi get closer your eyes drift up and meet Jungkooks, he sees the flash of realization on your face and he desperately wants to greet you but he knows he’s already dug his grave, more so when Mingyu continues to put his foot in his mouth, “Heard she slept with Jimin too, don’t be simping over a slut dude.”

Jungkooks eyes widen at what his friend had just called you, and you had heard, his voice had been loud and clear as you passed by. You froze on the pathway, your brows pulled together as you stared at the concrete at your feet. Yoongi had heard the remark as well, his hands now digging into your shoulder, waiting to see if you’d say something or if he’d had to.

His group continued to walk down the path, all it took was a moment for you to breathe in before you whipped around and marched over to his group. You were pissed, Jungkook had treated you like you meant nothing and now his friends were calling you names and he said nothing?

Jungkook could hear the sound of feet stomping behind him and he knew it was you and fuck he could feel his stomach sink at the fact that this would be the first interaction you would have. Surprisingly you don’t reach for Jungkook, your hands curl around Mingyu’s shoulder and yank him hard, his face showing pure shock at you standing before him looking livid.

“What the fuck did you call me?” Your tone is void of any emotion and it only scares him, Bambam and Eunwoo taking a few steps back to steer clear of your wrath.

Mingyu seems to have lost his balls, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a response. He hadn’t meant for you to hear that, he was only trying to cheer up his friend but it had only earned and elbow to the rib from Jungkook and now you were stood in front of him looking like you were ready to castrate him.

When his friend sputters out gibberish your eyes move to stare down Jungkook, the same wide eye look he always had that used to make you swoon just filled you with anger and he can see it, the way your mouth twisted up in disgust at his lack of defense. “Fuck you Jungkook.”

You wanted to say more but you really didn’t feel like crying in front of guys who clearly didn’t see you as a human being with emotions so you turn back around and storm off again, passing Yoongi as you feel your eyes burn. Jungkook gulps as he stares at Yoongi, seeing the cold stare in his eyes and thats when he bolts into action, ignoring his friends and running after you.

You were taking deep breaths as you walked, blinking furiously to force the tears to go away. Yes guys were fucking assholes, the majority of them acting like women were only there for their pleasure and nothing else while simultaneously slut shaming the girls they used, but you hadn’t expected it from Jungkook. He hadn’t called you a slut but his friend had and it didn’t get any reaction from him and that alone was a reaction enough.

“Y/N.” You hear the out of breath voice of Jungkook, rolling your eyes you try to speed up, fully aware you left your friend behind but you weren’t far from your building.

Jungkook reaches out and grasps your arm, a small tug you feel but you yank out of it as if he had done something outrageous, his hands coming up in defense when you turn around and glare at him, your nose now tinted red from trying to stop yourself from crying, “What Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says, his hands still raised up as he steps a tiny bit closer to you, seeing your gaze flicker down to his feet before looking back at him and he deems this is close enough.

“Oh are you, for what exactly?” Your arms are crossed under your chest now, an expression on your face that he never thought he would witness, especially not towards him, “Are you sorry for sleeping with me and leaving immediately after, or are you sorry for completely disregarding our friendship after you got what you wanted?”

His face looks hurt, his hands softly dropping to his sides as he pouts at your statement, “Or are you sorry your friend called me a slut and you said nothing. You know Jungkook, I thought our friendship meant something to you but you fucking used me.” Your finger comes up to point at him accusingly, you were beyond mad now, your mouth determined to spew out anything you could to make him feel as shitty as he had made you feel.

“No I didn’t.” That just makes you scoff, only confusing him further because he hadn’t used you, not intentionally like you’re making it out to be.

“Really? You came to me looking for help, help with sex, and I don’t know why I was so naive to believe that a guy like you needed help getting girls but it makes sense now. Is that your play, come across as vulnerable to get girls to believe whatever comes out of your mouth. If you just wanted me to sleep with you all you had to do was ask Jungkook, not fucking string me along with friendship and other bullshit. I defended you from Jisoo but you know what, maybe she wasn’t that far off.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say at all, contrary to what you now thought he really was as inexperienced as he had said. All the bullshit his friends had spewed to him, telling him that you viewed sex a certain way and that he was stupid to keep a friendship with you because his stupid crush wouldn’t go anywhere was the reason you viewed him this way and he wanted to scream.

He loved your friendship, he had found himself looking forward to any of the small moments you two shared in passing and he wishes he could go back in time and go about that dreaded morning differently, even the possibility of you two never sleeping together sounded better to him than you standing here with tears in your eyes as you told him off.

“I’m sorry for all of it okay but I swear I didn’t lie to you to try to get into your pants-”

“Save the bullshit Jungkook,” you cut him off, seeing his hand clutch his black strands in worry because he can tell you’re not gonna hear him out and honestly he didn’t blame you, “I expected this from so many people but never you.”

He watches as you turn back around, taking a few steps before turning back to him, “You know what, I’m glad I gave you a black eye the first day of class. You deserve it.” With that you fully turn around and leave him standing there, his hands coming up to touch his eye and nose as he remembers the very first day you two met.

Hes only given another second of silence until a harsh shove to his shoulder has him stumbling, his head turning in the direction it came from and seeing Yoongi stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat with a mean glare on his face, “The fuck is wrong with you.” Is all the older boy says before sauntering off after you.

Jungkook can only stand there, no longer caring about his friends, his eyes glued to your figure as you and Yoongi step into your building and he once again feels lost. There was no way out of this in his mind and he could only blame himself. You had reached out to him multiple times, excited text messages asking him about his day, offering to go get food together, the occasional meme and he had ignored it all. It hurt him to do so but his friends’ words stuck with him and he’s never regret asking them for advice more in his life.

The stupid pain in his chest was back now, his face screwing together as he tried not to cry, this was his fault. Jungkook had well and truly fucked up.

[seokstyle]

critical condition (m) - 1

pair: hoseok x reader, light jungkook x reader (series) themes: med student!reader, nurse!hoseok, lots of medically-related flirting genre: smut, some fluff, future angst warnings: dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, thigh riding, orgasm denial

you knew that your first rotation as a medical student was going to have its challenges. you did not anticipate one of those challenges to be dealing with a handsome ER nurse who won’t give you a break.

word count: 5.3k 

part 2 | masterlist

“Joon, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ah, don’t be so negative,” he reassures you. “It takes a learning curve but it’s only been one week.”

“I’ve messed up so much though! They’ll just stand me in the corner and shame me until I melt into a puddle.”

 “It takes time to adjust,” he protests. 

You fix him with an annoyed look. “Did you know someone came in and they tried to give it to me as an easy first case? One that’s dumbass-proof, right?” He nods, a little weary of what you’ll say next. “It was an ear infection. Did you know what I forgot to do, Namjoon?” You lean in across the cafeteria table towards him for dramatic effect. “I forgot to look at his fucking ear.” You lean back in your chair and groan into your hands.

Your friend winces, but does not let up on his optimism. “We’ve only just started, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

“Why do you always try to be so reasonable,” you grumble as you spoon the last of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. “It makes it harder to throw myself a pity party.”

Namjoon chuckles in response. “I’m saying it as much to myself as I am to you. Peds has not been easy,” he added with a sigh. “So many crying children, so many angry parents, so many impatient doctors…” He trails off, and you both sit there in silence thinking about the hellscapes you both have to return back to in a few minutes.

This was the first rotation for both of you as medical students, and though you had heard that most residency programs were more lenient on the first couple since you were still getting the hang of the clinical setting, you didn’t want to completely blow your chances at a good recommendation from your supervisors. Though your reputation during this past week was not doing you any good. 

You and Namjoon had become fast friends in the whirlwind that was your first two years of medical school. He had saved your ass in anatomy lab, and you had come to his rescue in biochemistry. But despite your successes in the classroom, neither of you had anticipated how abrupt the transition would be from looking at textbooks and lectures to talking to real patients and actually diagnosing diseases yourself. 

Add getting thrown into the ER for your first ever clinical experience, as was your luck. With the fast pace, the trauma emergencies you had to assist in on, just everything… you were in over your head. Just thinking about all of the questions you were going to have to ask (and would inevitably forget to ask) when you went back upstairs already was making your head spin. At least you could hold onto small fragments of your sanity when you grabbed food breaks, though you both had to return to reality soon.

Namjoon sighs as he pushes his chair back from the table, picking up his tray and giving you a small smile. “Best of luck.”

“You too, pal.”

The night started off better than your previous shifts this week have been. You had been more attentive when it comes to asking patients what brings them in today, remembered key aspects of physical exams when it applied, and you actually felt a little competent. But then you had left for your dinner break, and by the time you made it back to the ER all hell had broken loose.

The other local hospitals were at capacity which meant that all ambulances were going to come to you instead. On top of that, a new rush of admissions had come in, and now the ER was overflowing with people who needed quick medical attention. Soon there were a million things going on and before you knew it, it was past midnight and you were barely staying afloat. You were quickly sent out by the attending to grab a laceration tray, and all of your usual spots to check for supplies were empty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, using all of your 3 brain cells to think. If I was a laceration tray, where would I be hiding?

“Looking for this?” you heard someone say in a playful tone. You opened your eyes. An outstretched hand had appeared in front of you holding the coveted tray, and you turned to see a handsome nurse you had gotten to know well. 

“Oh my God, Hobi,” you sigh in relief. “How did you know?”

He smirked, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “I overheard the resident while I passed outside of the room, so I went ahead and grabbed one for you.” 

You smile. “Thank you, seriously. This shift is getting insane, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

He gasped dramatically in response. “Well we wouldn’t want that! Though,” he added as he leans in closer to you, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m CPR-certified,” he responds with a wink. 

You actually do roll your eyes this time. “You and everyone else in this hospital.”

The first shift in the emergency department may have well been the worst day of your life. Patients had gotten upset with you for forgetting to fulfill requests they had made, you had gotten lost three times in the maze of hallways, and you kept fumbling with every question asked of you. You were under the resident Dr. Kim for that shift, and would continue to be on his charge for the rest of the week. You were petrified because he was chief resident, but he urged you to drop formalities and just call him Seokjin. He was incredibly kind and understanding when you made mistakes (which was often). 

Near the end of the shift, Seokjin had asked you to grab a suture kit so he could close up someone’s finger that had gotten sliced. You had agreed enthusiastically, eager to redeem yourself, but realized the second you stepped out of the room you had no clue where the sutures were kept. 

Great. 

You didn’t know what to do but you were NOT going back into there to ask and make a fool of yourself for the 20th time today. As nice as the resident was being to you, you didn’t want to test his patience either. You wanted to lock yourself into one of the closets and hide until they found you and kicked you out of medical school, because it felt inevitable at this point. 

Right as you were contemplating ways to escape the hospital, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for something?”

Maybe your prayers had been answered, because when you turned around to see who was speaking you swear you saw an angel sent from the heavens for you. His smile was dazzling, with adorable dimples peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and his chestnut hair looked divinely soft as it swooped down onto his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes, and you noticed that his arms looked strong and toned, and it only made you wonder what other muscles he must be hiding under his scrubs. 

He looked like a sun-kissed god who had somehow gotten lost in the ER hallways. And from the way he was smirking at you, he could definitely tell you had been checking him out. Shit.

“D-do you know where the sutures are kept?”, you managed to squeak out. He grinned. It would be your luck that he procured exactly what you needed from his pants pocket at that moment. You weren’t going to die, after all.

“I always keep a few packs on me, it’s come in handy before. Do you need nylon or monofilament? Probably monofilament.” He muses to himself as he rummages through his pockets some more. He looks up at you and asks, “Do you know what size you need either, 4-0 or 3-0?” You shake your head. “That’s okay! I’ll just give you one of each just in case.” He takes your hand, placing the suture packets into your palm and sending you a dazzling smile.  

You were so relieved you could cry. “Oh my God, I love you, thank you so much,” you blurted without thinking, immediately cringing at your words. 

“Wow sweetheart, at least take me out to dinner before you confess like that.” You felt your cheeks burn from his words, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because his tone was more gentle when he spoke next. “First day?”

God, it must be that obvious that you’re a deer in the headlights right now. You nod, putting the sutures into your white coat pocket.

He looked down at your badge, reading your name and credentials. God, your name sounded so much nicer coming from his lips. “Medical student?” You nod again.

“I remember my first day, it was rough. It does get better though, I promise.” You nod dumbly once more, not fully believing him. He offers you a small smile. “Listen,” he says as he comes to stand behind you, lightly grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you towards wherever he wants you to look. You could feel the heat of his touch through your thin hospital-issued scrubs and coat, and it sent your pulse running. 

He pointed a little way down from you in the hallway. “Do you see that door? That’s the supply closet, it will have almost anything you ever will need, on a shelf with a label. If it’s not there, try asking the ER secretary,” he steers you a little more to the right, pointing to the center of the area to where the nurses’ desks are located. “They know if no one else does. And if they can’t help you, you can always come find me.” He turns you around so that you are facing each other now, removing his hands from your shoulders, and you almost miss the feel of his touch on you. He points to himself. “My name’s Hoseok, see?” He points to his badge. Hoseok Jung, RN. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed in relief. He laughed, and you could almost swoon at how pretty he looked when his eyes crinkled up like that. “I guess that is my job, technically. But for someone as cute as you? Anytime,” he replied with a wink. And with that he turned around, leaving you with cheeks red again from the compliment he had added without a second thought. 

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want me to give you mouth-to-mouth?” He pouted, his dimples poking out from the corners of his mouth, but you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Cheeky bastard.

You laugh at him instead of entertaining his comment, taking the tray from his hands and preparing for your mad dash back to the patient room before the resident came looking for you. “Thank you, Hoseok!” 

“That wasn’t a no!” he called after you. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He had come to your rescue again and again over the past few days, almost as if he knew exactly when you needed his help. Maybe you were growing immune to his charms (or maybe you were becoming emboldened by them), but you were less intimidated and a little more flirtatious with each new interaction with him lately.

You make it back to the patient’s room, and Seokjin even lets you assist with suturing and repairing the wound, under his supervision. The attending had come in shortly after and praised your handiwork as well. You were over the moon! 

But your joy at helping in a procedure for the first time was short-lived. In the next three rooms you entered, the family and patient decided you were the best person on staff to yell at about their outrageous waiting times in the ER. The patient after that did not verbally abuse you, and you made what you thought was a stellar interrogation and clinical analysis, but as you presented to the attending he sent you back for 15 more questions you hadn’t thought to ask. You just wanted to go home to pass out or cry, you would be fine with either at this point. 

As you go to enter the room of the last patient you are assigned for the shift, you see Hoseok wheeling his mobile scribing computer out as he finished taking the preliminary exam. “Hey,” you place a hand on his upper arm to catch him from leaving too soon. “Can you brief me real quick on what’s up? Seokjin was too swamped to give me many details.” 

“Oh, yeah sure.” Hoseok pulls up the patient chart. “Kid came in with severe abdominal pain going on for a couple of hours now. He’s hypertensive at 160/90 but that’s likely due to pain, and he’s tachycardic at 110 bpm. All other vitals look okay,” he added as he scrolls through. “I did a super quick overall physical exam on him just to make sure he wasn’t going to code. Lungs sound clear, heart sounded okay, but I have to run to the trauma bay since they’re short-staffed tonight, so I wasn’t able to do anything too focused on exam,” he explains. “That should get you started off at least though.” He grins and starts walking backwards away from you, tugging his computer along with him. “See you later, angel!” You slide open the room’s door and send him a smile back. “Thanks, Hobi. Good luck!”

You go inside and confirm all of the findings that Hoseok mentioned to you with the patient. The pain is all over his abdomen he says, and he can’t tell you exactly where it’s coming from but it’s clear he’s in a lot of discomfort. You ask a few more pointed questions to try and narrow down your diagnosis, double-check that his lungs and heart sound normal, and tell the patient the doctor will be in shortly to discuss their plan of care.

You go back outside and find Seokjin and the attending to present your findings in the small conference room connected to the ER hallway. “25 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dull in character with increased severity upon ingestion. Pain began within the past two hours but patient states that it has been getting increasingly worse, and has increased to an 8 out of 10. Reports having nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patient appears dehydrated which could be symptomatic of his condition or could be a result of his vomiting, and is tachycardic and hypertensive.” 

Jin nods encouragingly, and the attending contemplates on what you have told him. “Good presentation, good initial history. Okay,” he continues, “what did you find on the physical exam?”

“His lungs appeared clear to auscultation and heart sounds were all normal, no murmurs noted. Patient did appear diaphoretic and feverish and had weakened grip strength and poorer motor skills than expected, but is capable of ambulation.” 

The attending hums in response, looking over the patient’s chart. “Okay very good, no reason to suspect any cardiac or respiratory abnormalities. That’s important to ensure with all patients.” You beam, proud that you were at least ending the night on a high note and being praised for your work. “What else?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I believe that was everything, sir.”

“What about his abdomen?”

“Sir?”

He looks up at you from the computer. “What were your abdominal exam findings?” You can see Seokjin’s face pale slightly behind him, understanding what is happening. 

You didn’t do it, you forgot. You didn’t examine the abdomen. Of a patient. With abdominal pain. You hear white noise ringing in your ears as panic sets in. “S-sir, I didn’t do a full abdomen exam.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t do it?” You nod. “So then what were your differential diagnoses?”

You gulp. “I suspected appendicitis, diverticulitis, or colitis.” 

“So what would be plan of care?”

You guess you had a chance to redeem yourself maybe now, if you were thorough with what you wanted to do with the patient. Maybe then the doctor would ease up on you some. “Initially manage pain and nausea with anti-emetic and pain relief medications. All of my differentials would be confirmed either by CT scan, most likely, so that would assist the patient in feeling better while imaging returns from radiology.” Hopefully, that was enough.

“I see,” the attending muses, looking back at the charts for a moment. You brace yourself for what he would say next. “So, you had made some ideas of what the patient could have going on, all abdominal-related, but,” he turns back towards you. “You didn’t even think to touch the patient first?”

Fuck. It had backfired. You wanted to melt into the ground. Seokjin offers you a sympathetic look from behind the attending as he grills you further while you shrink into your seat. You were getting your ass handed to you and you deserved it. You had to say something at this point; you would be damned if you had to keep working with this doctor who made the assumption that you were an enormous dumbass because of ONE mistake you made. You had to recover, and quick. 

So you go with the first idea that comes to mind. 

“Sir, I am regretful for not performing the physical exam myself, that was wrong of me to do,” you apologize. “I had spoken with the nurse assigned to this patient prior to taking the history, and he had told me that he had already done a physical exam and the findings should be in the chart from his records, but I suppose he failed to do so.” 

You knew what you were doing wasn’t fair, but Hoseok was in the trauma bay and would never know. And you had to do something to save face or any chance you had at matching into emergency medicine were going to be gone at this rate. “I had higher expectations from him but it was my mistake for entrusting him to do that correctly.”

The attending is quiet as you make this excuse as believable and apologetic as possible, then scrolls through the chart. “It says Hoseok Jung was the nurse assigned to his care.” You bristle at hearing his name. “He’s usually incredibly thorough with his job,” the attending mentions in surprise. “I guess this time he didn’t record the findings as he normally would.” He turns to you now, and you pray for salvation from his wrath. “Next time, don’t rely on anyone else on staff. Make sure you do the exam yourself, and trust your own knowledge and intuition most. Others can be wrong, too.” He sighs, and you let out your own sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going to go grab a coffee and I’ll take care of the patient from here.” He gets up and heads out the conference room door, but turns around to add one last comment before he goes. “Good work, Y/N.”

You thank every power in this universe for sparing you this once. Your recommendation letter was still safe, for now.

“Hey,” you hear the other person left in the room call out to you. You look over at Seokjin and feel a pang of guilt from the expression he has.

“I know what you were trying to do there.” He sounds disappointed, and you feel like a little kid, caught doing something they shouldn’t. You avert your eyes, opting to look down at your shoes instead of look at him directly. His tone softens some. “It’s been a rough week for you to start on, and it’s hard to get the hang of talking to patients and all. I don’t blame you for it, but it’s best to just own up to a mistake instead of bringing someone else into it.” He gets up from his seat to leave, and pauses as he walks by you to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again.; his eyes are empathetic and understanding. “You must be exhausted. Go home and get some sleep, okay?” You nod, and he turns to leave out of the door.

God. You felt like such a colossal bitch. You close your eyes and rub your temples. At least the shift from hell was finally over, and you survived. You still had a chance to properly earn the respect of this attending, and you could finally enjoy your first day off tomorrow. You get up and head out of the conference room as well, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey there,” you hear someone say to your left, and you jump. You look over and see Hoseok with his scribing computer, staring intently at the screen. 

Your blood runs cold for a moment, and you look at him nervously. “Hey,” you answer quietly. “How was the trauma?”

He doesn’t move to look over at you as he responds. “Oh, they had it under control so they sent me back to this hall,” he says offhandedly as he resumes his typing. 

“Oh.” You nod slowly, looking at the floor for a second, thinking to yourself in a panic. Fuck, what if he was right outside the room the whole time? Could he have heard you throw him under the bus like that? You look back over at him, very tentatively. He doesn’t seem as animated and charismatic as he usually is with you, his jaw clenched tight like he’s frustrated with something. 

But maybe he’s just tired after a long shift, or had a bad patient? Right? 

“Okay well, I’m done for the night so I’m going to finish up my charting,” you offer eagerly. He doesn’t move to even look at you, and the guilt comes creeping into your bones again. You turn and walk back towards one of the computer desks, swiping your badge to log in. You start typing notes up, but your thinking gets more and more muddled with every line you write.

There would probably have been so many other chances to recover from that one slip-up. Why did you act like it was the end of the world? Was it worth it just for the off-chance that you might get a good recommendation? You haven’t even liked this rotation so far. You sit in your chair, staring blankly at someone’s lab report from 4 hours ago mulling over whether or not you completely ruined your friendship with Hoseok. 

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear when the mobile computer rolls up behind you, and someone says your name quietly. 

You jump, and you feel your ears turning pink as you recognize the voice, lacking its usual light-hearted tone. You turn to look at him, and his face was completely devoid of any emotion. You feel a chill go down your spine. “Can you help me get something from the supply room?” 

God, he did. He must have heard you. You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything out loud, and get up to follow him meekly down the hall and into the supply closet, the same one he had pointed out to you on your first day. Ironic, somehow. Hoseok opens the door, motioning for you to walk in first, and you oblige. 

He walks in after you, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him, locking it quickly. You barely have enough time to turn around to face him before you felt him move. He pushed you backwards, your back meeting the wall behind you with a soft thud. His forearms rested on either side of your head, propping himself up and caging you in. You look at him in surprise and can’t help yourself from letting out a small gasp. His jaw was still set but his eyes had turned overwhelmingly dark, swimming with anger. 

You had expected Hoseok to yell at you, call you a bitch, threaten to tell the attending. Best case scenario, he actually needed your help getting something and you would be fine and he heard nothing. What you did not expect was this. 

“So,” he starts, a lazy drawl to his voice, “I heard someone thinks she’s been around the block enough times to put a nurse in his place.” 

Your cheeks burn at his words. “That’s not what I was-” 

He cuts you off. “What did you say again?” He pulls back for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “You had ‘higher expectations’ of me?” He chuckles. “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment, princess.” The pet name sent shivers down your back. 

God, you had really fucked up. “No, wait,” you push your hands up against his chest to try and get some space for a moment so you could explain yourself. You tried not to think about how firm he felt under your fingertips, and how your pulse was quickening from being in such close proximity to him. “I didn’t mean to-” 

Hoseok moves so fast you don’t even fully process it, grabbing your wrists away from your feeble attempts to make room between you two and pinning them above your head. It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud, the action going straight to your core. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Shh,” he whispers condescendingly against your ear, your heart fluttering from his close proximity. “I think you’ve said plenty today, wouldn’t you agree? I think it’s my turn to talk, hmm?” He pulls back to look at you, a wolf-life expression engulfing his features. You swallow and nod dumbly. “Good girl,” he smirks, and you hold in the urge to moan out. 

“Did you forget that I have been at this ER for three years?” He crowds your body against the wall, his chest flush against yours. “That I have more experience than you?” You felt breathless like you had been running for miles. You were losing your mind.

“That just because you’re a medical student,” he grabs your white coat and pulls you closer to him, making you shudder, “doesn’t mean you get to push me around like that?” 

Your head was swimming and you had lost all coherent thoughts, but you were still desperate to clear the air between you. “If you just would let me explain-” Your words are cut off as Hoseok pulls back and places his hand across your mouth, muffling anything you have to say. Your eyes widen in anger and in arousal, and he smirks again.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You try to protest, muffling words against his palm, and he lets out a sound of disapproval. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

You actually moan out against his hand this time. Something about being at his complete mercy like this was unraveling you in ways you had never felt before, and he was clearly catching on. Hoseok grins, eyes swimming with lust, and leans in to whisper against your ear once more. “Oh? Does someone like being put in her place?” You moan out again, a muffled quiet admission. He uses his free hand to dip behind your white coat and pull you closer to him by the waist, until you lay flush against him. 

“Sweetheart, I think you should remember,” He had pulled you so close against him that you could feel his growing arousal against your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “If you didn’t have me, you still would be fumbling around the hallways, in a daze.” You could barely process his admonishing words at this point. You cant your hips towards his, desperate for any stimulation, and he groans deeply against the shell of your ear. You felt so fucked out, and he hadn’t even touched you.

Hoseok finally acquiesces, using his thigh to part your legs open, and you let out another muffled moan as he ground his leg up against you, offering you some relief. “Look at you, so desperate for me,” he traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, “grinding against me like a dirty whore.” You didn’t even realize it, but you were right; he had stopped moving and you were still chasing your pleasure, riding his muscular thigh without realizing it. “I can feel how soaked you are through both of our scrubs. So wet, just for me?” His words should have embarrassed you, but you were so far gone you didn’t care. It only turned you on more.

He pulls back from you suddenly, much to your displeasure, and you whine out in protest. “Oh I’m sorry angel,” he comments unapologetically, drawing his gaze up and down your body, “but only girls who behave themselves get what they want.” He had the cockiest look you had ever seen on his face, and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes from frustration. 

You could choke Hoseok right now, but you were too desperate for him to continue. You needed to reach your end. So you grabbed the hem of his scrub top. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged, not even fully hearing yourself as you tried to pull him back and finish what he started. “I promise, please!”

The tears in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, the desperation in your voice. It was unraveling him too, though he didn’t want to admit it. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a groan. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet,” he tuts as he looks down at you again, his eyes hooded and you moan again, almost in relief. “I think you need me to remind you where you belong.”

At that exact moment, someone turns the key in the locked door, and Hoseok springs back away from you towards some of the shelving on the opposite side of the closet. Your thoughts are still flustered, not processing anything, and you stay pinned against the wall as though his hands are still on you, holding you there. The door opens to reveal none other than, as your luck would have it, Seokjin.

“Oh, Hoseok,” he starts, then notices your presence in the closet as well. His cheeks flush, and you are mortified. You must look like the definition of a hot mess. “Oh...Y/N… I thought your shift ended already?”

“Oh hey! It sure did!” You respond, sounding way too chirpy, pulling yourself up from the wall and towards Seokjin. You see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok suppressing a laugh. How the fuck does he look completely unaffected and flawless, and you’re still trying to catch your breath? “I was just… making sure that we had enough supplies for next shift! There weren’t any laceration trays here earlier.”

He eyes the two of you wearily. “Okay… I guess so.” 

Hoseok shrugs, back to his cheery self leaving his dark, dominating persona behind, as though he had flipped a switch. “Hey, Jin!” He exclaims as he walks over to the resident. “Y/N was just telling me about her amazing case with the kid with appendicitis! It’s a shame I forgot to write down the abdomen exam findings though.” Seokjin looked over at you in confusion. “She said she would teach me a thing or two about being a good clinician whenever she got a chance,” Hoseok adds while giving you a look laced with hidden meanings. You wanted to kill him.

Hoseok clapped Jin on the back. “I’ll see you later, man,” and he saunters out of the closet. Seokjin looks at you for a moment, looks out the door at Hoseok, decides not to press any further questions, and turns around and out the door. Leaving you alone, still incredibly affected, confused, and pissed.

a/n: this is my very first fic in a loooooooooooong time!! i got hit with some inspiration recently and wanted to try my hand at writing again, and i really like how it turned out considering i’m kinda rusty hehe. i hope you enjoyed reading this, i’m planning on making it into a bit of a series with a few more parts. thank you so much for reading!!

[boymeetsmxm]

June 2020 | #1

Every month, we ask our reader members to rec us some BTS works they’ve enjoyed. The works can come from any source (AO3, Tumblr, Twitter, Wattpad, etc.), can be either a fanfic or a SM AUs, and doesn’t have to be from our own writer members. We’ve compiled this month’s recs in this list; Happy browsing!

SFW | Fanfic

Pull me under by Oh_Hey_Tae (AO3)

 Fluff | Pining, E2L | Oneshot

Summary: Hoseok works at a summer resort and Namjoon is the newest lifeguard. Chaos ensues.

@galaxiejoon​​ said: this is one of my favorite Hoseok/Namjoon fics, its very cute, funny, and sweet. 

How to get away with blind dates by Tsoookie (AO3)

Fluff | Fake dating, College Au | Oneshot

Summary: Kim Seokjin is already at that age where he probably should get rid of his single since birth status. His roommates, Namjoon and Yoongi wants to help him but Seokjin refuses to accept it. After all, why would he agree to date someone he doesn't even know?

@tigertaehyunq​ said: just a cute little fic on Taejin that warms my heart. I love the characters, the way the story is written and how it progresses. The plot twists are fun too. 

Coalescing Memories by @dawndrms​

Fluff | Mutual pining | Oneshot

Summary: Taehyung and Hoseok have always been close, closer than close but they never seem to get that their feelings for each other are mutual despite already acting like boyfriends.

@bangtiddies​​ said: ah this fic was so sweet and cute!! the domestic simplicity between hobi and tae, annoyed yoongi just wanting them to finally admit their feelings for each other, hoo boi i'm soft.

NSFW | Fanfic

Glass Diamonds by Ginforink (AO3)

Smut, Angst | Pining, Denial of feelings | Oneshot

Summary: Jungkook accidentally fires his skateboard through the window of a dance studio.

@joopiterjoon​​ said:  I liked this because it was tropey: Skaterboy Jungkook falls for Dancer Jimin. I don't read this kinda Jungkook often but this couple and their interactions felt real while also having 90s movie vibes.

Sweeter than sweet by @j-sope​ (Tumblr)

Angst, Fluff | Pining, College Au | WIP

Summary: In his second year, Hoseok discovers dance, befriends Jungkook and his silly friends — and makes the mistake of falling head over heels for Park Jimin’s boyfriend.

@hobiance​​ said: i love this fic for many reasons! it's wonderfully paced, and although sometimes you feel like you just want to throttle sope because they're being such emotionally constipated boys in denial, it's the perfect balance of angst and fluff. it's never so sad you're heartbroken, but it keeps you on the edge of your seat-- and there's some amazing comedic relief tucked into the story as well. genuinely one of my favorite fics of all time!

Got a kiss (with your name on it) by Orphan_account (AO3, account required)

Fluff, Smut | Oneshot

Summary: “I just—I just thought, like. Maybe I wouldn’t be so horrible if someone more experienced than me taught me what to do.”

@megahwn​​ said: I'm reccing this work because it's one of the first Taekook fics I ever read, and it holds a special place in my heart for that reason. The smut is sweet and gentle and their relationship is so believable in its evolution. I definitely reccommend it! 

Fake sugar by Minverse (AO3, @park-loins​ on Tumblr)

Crack, Angst, Fluff | Fake sugar daddy au | Completed Series

Summary: Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.

@joonsrack​ said: Jinkook was never on my radar until I read this masterpiece. I didn’t think they would work but it did, so much. The author brought to life the characters so vividly, I kind of miss them ever since I finished this masterpiece. The humor is grad A worthy of its own award, the plot is hilarious and original and everything you need to keep warm at night. The relationships in this (be it the platonic ones or the romantic ones) are just so well mapped out. Minverse is honestly the best writer I’ve ever read, be it from fanfic or published book.

A Sociolinguistic Analysis of Epenthesis in Academic Convergence by Bazooka (AO3, account required)

Angst, Fluff, Humour, Smut | College au, Teacher au, E2L | Completed series

Summary:  Epenthesis; A phonological phenomenon in which two disparate sounds meet, creating a third sound between them which wasn't there before.

There were a lot of jobs worse than being partnered with world-renowned Absent-Minded Professor Kim Namjoon, but Professor Kim Seokjin couldn't think of what any of them were at the moment.

@joonsrack​ said:  Im reccing this fic because the namjin in this gives me life. They're just two dumbass perfect for each other if they could just stop being dense for like, one second. I also love the format the writer used, with the hilarious teacher/course rating. It sets the tone perfectly for the story. 

Same damn hunger by Orphan_account (AO3, account required)

Angst, Smut | College au, FWB, Slow burn | Oneshot

Summary: When it comes to fucking around with his best friend, Yoongi follows two rules:

1. They must be inebriated.

2. They must not kiss.

@j-sope​​ said: I will never shut up about this fic. this fic is brilliant. both yoongi and hobi are so well written, their relationship is beautiful and it's definitely the sope fic. who knew a kiss could be so important? it's funny, full of feelings, there's the perfect amount of angst to balance everything. the dialogue and writing style were amazing, everything about this fic is amazing, tbh you don't even have to stan sope to have a good time with this. it's the sope bible. idk what else to say i just love it, nothing will ever top this ever 2145145/10 

SFW | SM AUS

None this month

NSFW | SM AUS

None this month

[jksangelic]

in the dark (m)

☾ Rating: M

☾ Genre: pwp, smut, slight crack, very minimal scary times.

☾ Pairing: jikook x female reader (kinda, read the warnings).

☾ Warnings: explicit sexual content, threesome, light male x male action (kissing, their peepees touch but only because of), double vaginal penetration,  oral (female receiving), casual sex, unprotected sex, they fuck in jungkook’s truck, maybe a slight noona kink? sorry.

☾ Summary: “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

Jungkook and Jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

☾ Word Count: 6.1k

☾ Note: Here’s another exciting project done for Halloween Smut Fest, hosted by the wonderful admins of @/btssmutclub! I hope you love this little Halloween treat as much as I loved writing it, and if you want more deliciously spooky smut, please check out the club and all it’s wonderful writers!

Another note: I was supposed to post this on Halloween but ya girl was shleep! Anyway, this story was really fun to write considering it’s my first attempt at writing threesome smut! I really hope you all enjoy, and feel free to send me an ask if you liked it personally! (wink)

Another ‘NOTHER note: the “Read More” function is in here so don’t flame me.

You really felt the part, itching yourself in this god-awful over-sized knit sweater that screamed “cactus that died twice over!”. The faux flora that was hot glued on one boob threatened to fall off and if you knew your costume would be this much of a mess, you would’ve just gone for your signature devil that reappeared in the corner of your closet every Halloween. Fuck originality.

“How the hell do you get lost in the same town you’ve lived in for years, Jungkook?” you simmer, itching your bare legs with vigor. For the love of all things pure, this sweater is shedding.

Jungkook grips his steering wheel hard enough that you see his veins threatening to burst, “Well, shit, man. I’m not the one who wanted to take a pit stop at a boba dive that I’ve never been to before. I live in the boonies; no one around here should even know what ‘boba’ is.”

“You didn’t even like it,” he continues, “I told you that we should’ve just head straight to the store and then to Jin-hyung’s house.” You pout, it wasn’t your fault the tapioca was soggy.

“My phone doesn’t have any service,” Jimin pitches in, leaning atop the center console from the backseat with a voice of annoyance. Groaning, you coax your phone to turn on once more. All you get is a tantalizing depleted battery.

“And you left your phone at home? What kind of millennial are you?” you bag on Jungkook, completely horrified by the fact that he nervously rakes his eyes on every passing sign, turning hesitantly only to pull a U-turn, biting his bottom lip and picking at the fuzz on his cheek with his free hand. There was no sugarcoating it. He was lost beyond all comprehension of the word.

“Y/N, literally shut up. If you weren’t stuck to your phone 24/7, you’d have enough battery right now to get us back into town.”

“You’re such an ass, Kook. You’re lucky we even went with you in the first place to get the snacks you vouched to buy and forgot until thirty minutes into the party.”

“Both of you! Stop eating each other’s asses and shut up! I can’t hear my own farts back here,” Jimin growls, turning to Jungkook, “just keep driving, we’re bound to get back on a main road at some point. If you keep turning randomly, we’ll just keep getting fucked.” He was right. The more Kook authorized a new direction, the more the landscape changed and morphed into nothing recognizable.

“Yeah, no shit,” Jungkook spits with an added eye roll, “but there aren’t even signs anymore. I haven’t seen a house in the last five minutes. This is so weird,” he trails off in thought. Fog eventually clouded around the truck, getting denser until you all eased into soft white. Jungkook drove cautiously slow in fear of hitting deer;  you were deep enough in the woods to do so.

It was beautiful in a creepy, Halloweenish way. It was the perfect night for the cold to bite and the moon to smile down menacingly, if only you were in the right place for it.

You sigh, “I wanna be at the party.”

Jimin scoffs, “Don’t we all. What are you even supposed to be?”

Pulling your itchy-ass sweater over your knees, you click your tongue, “I’m obviously a cactus. Can’t you see my thorns?” you pick at the random frayed knots woven into the cloth, pulling them to a point to exaggerate their spikes.

“Why couldn’t you do something sexy? No one wants to get laid with a cactus,” Jimin criticizes. You shrug. Not everyone understands the importance of ingenuity.

“No one wants to get laid by a mummy that only got their neck embalmed,” you retort, eyeing his all-white outfit with, not even joking, three rolls of toilet paper resting atop his shoulders. He didn’t even bother to get the good kind of teepee, 1-ply threatening to be blown away by Jungkook’s measly heater. “Even Kookie’s costume is better, and he painted the bones himself, for heaven’s sake.”

You both study said costume, a plain black long sleeve (way too small but damn it really hugged him in the right spots) messily painted with an anatomically incorrect skeleton on the front and alongside his sleeves. Jungkook snickers, “Look, I even drew a boner,” pointing to where the material is tucked into his skinny jeans and, yes, noticing a random bone sticking out of his pants.

“Penises don’t even—I don’t know. I can’t argue when its an eight out of ten Halloween pun,” you surrender.

The chatter dies down as Jungkook drives around aimlessly, your continuous glances at the clock failing to slow it down so you can get to the store and to Jin’s house before Hoseok drank everything out of the liquor cabinet. You didn’t know how to read a map, not that it mattered since Jungkook would never have one in his glovebox, but damn it all, you really were stuck and were potentially risking crossing the border to another country for all you knew. It would be a lovely, nostalgic feeling to be yelling at each other over a paper map instead, though, aesthetically pleasing and all that good stuff.

Jungkook’s face scrunches, leaning back to peer at his dashboard then leaning back in. He runs his hand through his hair and repeats the set of actions, looking at it closer like he was trying to read another language. It’s on his third round that you stare at him blankly, expecting him to explain why he’s fidgeting like a toddler on two packs of jolly ranchers and a monster.

“Fuck, oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmy—,” he panics, laughing as if he’s gone mad.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong with you?” Jimin asks.

The truck sputters and heaves on its wheels, easing itself off the side of the pavement and into the rocky soil. Nearly breaks the gearshift when he shoves it into park and shuts off the engine with an exasperated bleat.

“I—I didn’t think… My dashboard doesn’t calculate how many miles I have left like newer cars and I knew I needed to stop by the gas station but I was going to fill it up when we went to the store so I thought we’d be fine but I forgot when we got lost and—”

“Wait, shut up for a second. Just get to the point,” you rub at your temples, wanting him to strictly verbalize what you already know is happening.

“We’re out of gas. And I just used the rest of what’s in my extra gas can. We’re stuck.”

It takes a few empty stares between you and the boys for your denial to kick in, “That’s funny. You’re funny, Jungkook. It would be so completely idiotic of you to forget to get gas and just now remembering when we’re stuck on some empty country road with no working cellphones and nowhere for us to get help nearby. So tell me you’re joking.”

Jungkook stares straight through the windshield, simultaneously worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. You swear you can hear his heart beating in his ribcage. Turning on the ceiling light, you flash him a bright smile before lunging for his neck. Jimin catches you before you strangle the rest of his IQ out of him and coos you into sedation, “Hey, okay, bringing a dead body into the situation is not optimal!”

“Look, it’s not my fault! I thought we were going straight to the store but you had to change our course,” Jungkook defends.

“Any sane human would just say, ‘Oh, hey, I have to stop by the gas station first because we’re running on empty,’ but no,” you draw out the “o” with squinted eyes and venom in your voice, “you always have to challenge the odds, don’t you? Now we’re stuck out here in the middle of fucking whoknowswhere!”

“You’re being so dramatic, Y/N.”

Your pitch is way above normal, “You’re a dumbass!”

“You’re a bitch!”

“Chill out! The both of you!” Jimin yells, hands still securing your arms to their sides in case you were to claw out anyone’s eyes. “The sooner we find help, the sooner we can get out of this predicament. Let’s try to find a nearby house and see if we can use their phone. There’s bound to be a living soul somewhere around here. I already texted Tae our location, but my phone has yet to deliver it. Sitting here and doing nothing isn’t an option. Let’s go.”

You exhale harshly through your nostrils, nodding your head obediently and signing a truce through eye contact with Kook. “Should one of us stay here just in case a car passes?” you offer.

“I’ll stay here. Sorry, but a single female in an inoperable car is a little sketchy. Can you two function properly or do you need to stay here and think about your actions, Kookie?” Jimin drawls. Jungkook scoffs on cue and is already halfway out the door when the question is asked.

“Why can’t I stay here with you? Jungkook can look by himself,” you whine.

“Someone is more likely to help a couple than some random dude who’s roaming the street by himself. Please, Y/N.”

He was right. Hopping out of the truck, you pull your sweater as far down it can go and bounce on your toes. Damn, it was brisk outside. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Kook says, dripping with sarcasm. The road ahead stretched so far that it disappeared over the horizon uninterrupted. A straight shot. The only source of light is barely graced by a last quarter moon and you decide in your own head that it’s time to forgive and forget, clinging to Jungkook’s arm for warmth and a sense of security.

“Scared?” he asks without a hint of mockery. You shrug. You weren’t sure yet.

Pacing yourselves between a jog and a walk, it seems like way too long of seeing absolutely nothing; the trees and the fog and the road blending together and becoming so unrecognizable that you worry your mind is playing tricks on you. Even worse, you shake vehemently from the cold, goosebumps eating you alive.

“F-F-Fuck, Jungkook. Should we try going the opposite w-way?” your teeth chatter, “We shouldn’t go too—” He covers your mouth with his palm, the rest of your words mumbled into his clammy hand and your body stopped in its tracks.

“What is it?” you try again, licking his skin in attempt to drive his grimy little paw off.

“Shut up!” he whisper-yells, eyes focused on something in the distance off the road. Following his line of sight, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to what he sees: two warmly glowing orbs far off in the distance. The pace of your heart quickens at the sight, ecstatic to finally see something.

“Lights! It might be the entry to someone’s driveway! Jungkook, c’mon.” He wraps his arms around your body once more to keep it from surging farther down the street, impossibly warm against your back and this time you can feel his heartbeat through the layer of clothes. It beat fast and hard, telltale for the occasional emotion Jungkook hardly ever felt in all his years of living: fear.

“Those aren’t lights,” he breathes into your ear, eyes filled to the brim with dread and voice wavering. “It’s getting closer, what the hell.” Jungkook is right. You stare at them as the mysteriously yellow orbs inch, no, run to the both of you and it’s only then that you realize that they’re eyes.

“Run, fuck, don’t scream, runrunrun,” Kook squeaks as he death-grips your hand and sprints in front of you, your own legs catching up to him before you can fully process what’s going on. Terror suddenly rips through your limbs, propelling you forward like it’s all you knew what to do but even then, Jungkook struggles to keep you alongside him, breathless encouragements like “it’s okay” or “keep running” or “a little faster” keeping you from even thinking of stopping. He could run ahead of you, but here he was, desperately pulling you behind his body that was obviously much more fit for running than yours. Tears prick at your eyes.

You must have walked for miles since it takes another ten-or-so minutes before you see the silhouette of his truck that was, at that moment, the most beautiful hunk of metal you ever laid your eyes on. Porsche’s had nothing on Jungkook’s dinky old pickup.

Opening a rear door, Jungkook all but shoves you atop Jimin before jumping in himself, not bearing the thought of having to sit in the front seat alone. Jimin watches with a bewildered look as you two struggle to catch your breaths, peeking out the front windshield to see if the eyes were anywhere in sight. Thank the heavens, they weren’t.

You curl into Jimin’s chest and bite back sobs of anxiety. “What the hell was that?”

“Was what?” Jimin finally inquires, clutching you close despite lack of an explanation.

“There was something, a bear or a wolf or something. It started chasing us,” Kook informs, a questioning lilt in his answer because he didn’t really know. “God, those eyes. It looked tall, I don’t even know if it was an animal.”

“I’m not going back outside. Neither are you,” you deadpan, “not when that thing is out there.” The boys nod in agreement.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I’m sure Tae will get our message soon and he’ll come get us. We just need to stay here and be patient,” Jimin says comfortingly.

Jungkook tsks, “What if he doesn’t?” Jimin punches his arm and he yelps in pain.

“If worse comes to worse,” Jimin glares at the younger, “then we stay in the truck until it gets light enough to look for houses without worrying about being mauled by bears or wolves or deer or anything of the like. Each of us will take turns as lookout just in case anyone passes by. We’ll be fine, okay, Y/N?” He must notice your quaking so you shake your head in compliance.  After a few minutes of discussion, you properly seat yourself in the middle and bring your knees to your chin, foreboding residing and the bitter cold seeping back into your list of things that suck tonight.

The first thirty minutes pass as if it’s several hours, games of rock-paper-scissors and skeptical scopes out of the windows unbearably monotonous. Jimin’s sudden force of bladder earns a heated debate of whether or not you would allow him outside or not, eventually approving when Jungkook offers an empty beer can and you’d much rather not. At the time Jimin staggers out of the vehicle, you perceive that the temperature both within the truck and outside have reached equilibrium and try your best not to whimper at the fact.

“Why don’t you try to sleep, Y/N? We can stay up for now,” Jungkook offers after another twenty minutes of the knife game (but with a mechanical pencil), hands now shuffling over his biceps to stimulate heat.

“Can’t. Too cold,” your breath puffs between your lips.

“It’s because you’re not wearing pants, sweets,” Jimin starts, pulling his long sleeve by the collar and over his head before laying it over your thighs politely. When you open your mouth to claim that you don’t need it, you throw all of your manners away because damn his shirt is warm on your prickled legs. Besides, seeing Jimin’s protruding muscles from his immodest tank wasn’t the worst thing.

The younger scoffs, “God, hyung, you’re just trying to show off.” He tilts his head in a demeaning manner, an odd tension ricocheting between the men.

“What? No, you little shit. She said she was cold so I’m trying to keep her warm.” Jimin only receives a belittling tch.

Hubris truly was one of Jungkook’s worst faults, you and Jimin incredulous when his hands lift your waist so you plop down between his lap, one of his legs resorting where you sat before and holding you close to his chest. While you struggle to pry his arms off, he only looks towards his hyung and gives him an award-winning smirk, “I’ll keep her warmer.”

“J-Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, shuddering when he massages the meat of your thigh.

“I’m just trying to make you feel better,” he purrs, looming over your shoulder, “am I warm?” And even though every siren in your head blares, you melt into his heater-like body because, yes, he was warm. Who were you to deny such an offer? So you hum your answer.

Jungkook victoriously peeps at Jimin through his eyelashes, breath fanning against your shoulder, “See?”

Jimin raises an unimpressed brow, rolling his eyes before stretching out as far as he can with limited leg room and rests his arms behind his head with ease. You watch as every muscle beneath his tank moves and extends, pecs scandalously flexing in his newfound position.

You squint, “I don’t know what the hell you two are doing, but you better stop it.”

“What? You were so scared and cold, poor thing, I’m just trying to distract you,” his palms press against your hips, digging his crotch into your tailbone, “You shouldn’t be so irked, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Images flash through your mind like kaleidoscope; a scorching hot kaleidoscope that left you writhing in his sheets in a wet, moaning mess. Suddenly appreciative of how dark it is as so the boys can’t see your flustered features, you sneer, “That was a long time ago, Kook.”

Jimin’s interest must be piqued, watching him slither over and pout in your face, “Ahh, you’ve fucked Jungkook too? You didn’t tell me.” He looks thoroughly disappointed. Jimin was one of your closest friends but it didn’t mean you were obligated to inform him of every sex endeavor you’ve ever experienced. Even more so when he was on that list, several times, it just made things awkward.

If the sirens were blaring earlier, your head was aflame by now, two horny men toying with you like predators to their prey. “What’s it to you mongrels? I can do what I want.”

“Who was better?” For some reason you can’t differentiate either of their voices when they’re both low, husky, full of hunger, but you just guess it’s Jungkook, the competitive bastard.

“I’m not fucking doing this with you two right now, do you know what situation we’re in? Please keep your dicks tucked.”

“I kinda see a great opportunity to rid our boredom and warm up the car a bit,” Jimin soothes, pressing cold, plump lips to your propped knee, fingers weaving in the hem of your sweater, “Don’t you agree, Kookie?”

He foregoes answering his counterpart, keen on squeezing the answer out of you (quite literally, as his hands grip the plush skin of your inner leg), “Answer me,” he growls into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” your breath hitches and fails to brave a front, “I don’t know. You were both good in different ways. Kn-knock it off, Jeon.”

“But it’s been so long, noona. Let us take care of you. C’mon, I need a yes.” By this time, Jimin starts suckling on the opposite collarbone, hands flat on your stomach but never daring to touch lower nor higher until you give them your unwavering permission. You purr like a kitten and do what he fails to do, gliding his hands until he reached soft, supple breast and kneading your fingers through his.

Startled by your ministrations, Jimin releases his wet lips from your neck and stares through your eyes with primal want; need, even. It made your bones melt.

“So, do you guys do this often? Share your meals?” you say into his lips, pulling on the bottom between your teeth and eliciting a grunt from the boy.

“We share a lot of things, doll,” he mumbles back, tongue sweet for a reason unknown, a sickeningly sweet poison enwrapping you in sheer desire. Jungkook grows impatient, hooking palms under your knees to spread them up and apart, no shame in getting to the point. Despite the lack of light, the new position steals Jimin’s attention as he stares at what you hide between your legs.

“Thought it’d make it easier for you to get to, hyung,” Kook offers wickedly.

“Are we really doing this right now? Just going to have a threesome in the back of your truck, Kookie?”

“Do you not want to?”

“No I do, it’s just fucking cramped back here.”

You’re not facing him but you practically feel the satirical eye roll, “Sorry, princess, should I lay out a blanket in the middle of the road? Would that accommodate more to your specifications?”

“Better watch your mouth, or you’ll be watching me and Jimin only.”

He humps into your back once, well near whining into your ear, “Okay, ‘m sorry.”

All the while, Jimin prodded at your clothed sex with a thumb, long strokes from above your clit to the edge of your perineum, drawing out patterns that made your stomach flex in anticipation. “Jimin, please.”

Jungkook pipes in, “Are you going to taste her? I can smell her from here. Smells good.” Jimin quite likes the idea, pushing your legs even higher to sniff you himself, nose buried deep in the fabric and breathing you in. Occasional nips send shivers in your loins, audible gasps urging him on for more, please, more. Rather, he takes to the moldable flesh of your inner thigh, mouthing at it so ferociously that the spots ache but it only sends you further. You did love foreplay, after all.

Jungkook’s rutting cock to your tailbone doesn’t go unnoticed, looking back at the devilishly angelic face, eyes sewn shut as his focus tapers in to the movements of his hips, looking for any sort of relief. Feeling a little victorious, your words drip with pride, “Rutting like some sort of dog, huh?” His eyes snap open at your exclamation, warning, but never opposing. At the same time Jungkook shuts you up with his tongue in your mouth, Jimin sticks his own in your eager pussy, both boys lapping into your heats with such vigor that you had no distinct feeling of either—it all blended into euphoric bliss.

Kook swallows your moans without a complaint, teeth and tongue colliding into something so completely unorganized that it was pornographic. The older moans while collecting every drop of arousal he can, pretty nose rubbing against your bud, thumbs spreading your lips beautifully and sinful tongue working wonders in and out of you.

“Feel good, babydoll?” Jungkook mutters in the midst of open-mouthed kisses, “Jimin’s real good with his mouth, ain’t he?” The opposite chuckles at the mention, watching you cry in joy as he sucks your clit between his teeth. “Hyung, what does she taste like? Prep her for me, will you?”

Jimin halts his attention to you, taking a moment to stretch his back in the confined space that seemed to sway with his movements, chin dribbling with so much you that for even the smallest of moments, even you were a little ashamed. He winks at you, “Why don’t you taste her yourself?”

The proposition makes your face scrunch; the thought of having to rearrange so Jungkook could eat you out seems excessive, denoting your trait of lazy loving above all. What you find instead, is Jimin’s handsome face nearing yours, only to avoid you completely and inch closer over the shoulder Jungkook relies on. Watching Jimin slide his overly-moist tongue into Jungkook’s willing lips leveled to living in a wet dream, you can’t help but moan as your two closest friends elicit lewd smacking sounds from one another, drool accumulating so incredibly that it leaks down onto your skin. Fuck.

Your obnoxious whining is what separates Jimin from his other half with a rather reluctant growl, calming your rowdy self with a kiss of your own, strings of their saliva still connected as he transitions from Kook to you.  His mouth sears, leaving you to believe that you’re quite literally melting into those god-gifting lips and you’ve never been more heated from a simple kiss in your entire being. Jungkook takes to his jeans, releasing his member from its restraints and giving himself a few sluggish tugs, knuckles scraping along your spine as he pumps.

“I don’t need to be prepped, just get on with it, Kookie.” Jimin quirks an impressed smirk.

“Oh? I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think that’s how you ask for me, Y/N, you know that.”

“Fuck, Jeon, please fuck me, I’m begging you. Jus’ need to be filled,” you admit, using wobbly arms to try to hoist yourself up. Jimin does the rest, lifting your hips to sit on Jungkook’s lap, and even more importantly, propping you onto his dick all at once, girth stretching you oh so wonderfully that you squirm in his hold. The latter groans at the slick intrusion, hips hastily rolling upwards without prompt, but you don’t complain.

“You really didn’t need to be prepped, huh? You fit so nicely around me. Why’s that, babydoll?” he snarls, hands upon hands gripping your ass and beneath your thighs, keeping you in a hovered position above Kook so he can ceaselessly pound into you from mid-shaft to hilt, over and over and over. You wail in their clutches, hysterical in the feeling and arching beyond your limits so he can hit that aching spot deep inside you.

“Answer him when he asks you a question,” Jimin cautions, leaning back down to suck purples into your hipbones with lazy eyes.

“I,” you heave at a particularly hard thrust but try again, “I just got fucked last night hah—Jungkook, upupup.” He abides with a coo, aiming for your bellybutton and incessantly jabbing the place where you craved him most, fire roaring inside your stomach. You’re so limp, deadweight in their grips that you wonder how they even keep you in place, all the more when Jimin resumes his attack on your clit with that skilled tongue, licking stripes from where Jungkook’s skin slid into yours all the way to where the material of your panties started. “Having so much fun without us, yeah? I’ll make you feel even better,” Jungkook says, snapping you back into the moment.

Your vision starts to blend, inexistent stars appearing into an otherwise blind view as your limbs warn to give out even more than they currently are. “Fuck, please! I’m going to—ugh!” Jimin spits on Jungkook’s dick before pressing the rough flat of his wet muscle to your throbbing bud once more, assisting the younger’s glide and simultaneously working to wring out your orgasm.

And does it come, bones solid and muscles taut as you constrict around Jungkook like a boa, crying out in pained ecstasy as your pussy squeezes to essentially push out its intruder. Kook himself hisses, unable to move in your vice-like grip until you eventually free yourself of your high, Jimin kindly cleaning you with utmost care from below. Wholesomely exhausted, you rest your tired head on Jungkook’s shoulder, kissing his jaw appreciatingly, “Did you cum, Kookie?” Obviously not, you think, his cock still hard as ever and still sheathed inside you.

“No, princess. It’s okay, I don’t need to if you’re too spent.” He gives you a reassuring smile, bunny teeth so endearing, so profound alongside his normally prick-ish personality. Of course, he wouldn’t be your friend if you really thought of him as a nuisance.

“Mm-mm, go ahead boys. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

They look at each other briefly, telepathically debating on their next move. “Can we try something?” Jimin inquires sweetly. You nod willingly, always a little bit of a sucker for Park Jimin. “Good girl, if it’s too much, your safe word’s ‘red’, ‘kay? Use it if you need to, I mean it.” Jimin (and his very un-vanilla like kinks) of all people never pushed your safe word so far, your curiosity really getting the best of you as he sits up with an already warmed-up dick. He must’ve took it out long before, the thought of him jacking off to you igniting what used to be a dull flame in your belly.

It’s when he drags his head at your clit that the puzzle pieces click, his own precum dripping down your abused lips and Kook’s shaft. The other nibbles on your ear, whispering calming affirmations as Jimin desperately looks for an opening.

“Fuck, it’s so dark in here,” he barks, jarring in contrast to the saccharine notes Jungkook practically sing-songs in your neck. “Do you think you can take it, Y/N?”

The question isn’t challenging whatsoever, but it makes you determined to please. Even without his confirmation, there’s nothing more you want at this moment, so you reach  out for him, pressing his soft, velvety head in the space right above Jungkook’s, inching ever so slowly closer and closer to his hilt. By the skin of your teeth is the pain almost unbearable, an embarrassing guttural cry wrenching out of your throat as Jimin’s hips kiss yours. “Fuck, ugh, hell, please just stay for a second,” you dig your canines into your lip, forehead resting on a worried Jimin’s.

“Should’ve let him prep you, princess,” Jungkook husks, not so skilled at hiding his own displeasure. If the discomfort didn’t freeze you in place, you would’ve dug an elbow into his ribs for revenge.

“Shut it,” your voice cracks, “No offense, Jimin, baby, but your fingers wouldn’t have done anything to help this situation.” Park scowls but takes it otherwise lightly. His fingers were, also, not a true indicator to his size; although smaller than Jungkook, Jimin sported a curve that resembled the best dildo money can buy. Even now as it settles into your most delicate nook, he essentially eases the pain, replacing the feeling with steady eagerness for someone to move.

“Please,” is all you muster, taking Jimin’s thick bottom lip between your teeth playfully and releasing it with a high-pitched moan as he tests a thrust, Jungkook biting into your shoulder with the increasing speed.

To describe it to the best of your ability, it was simply the pure definition of being full. It was the thought of two deliciously large cocks moving in tandem, scraping your insides as the boys chased their highs like wild dogs that got you off more than anything. It was the filthy squelches, the grunts and groans, the hands roaming over your body and the growing sways of Jungkook’s truck as Jimin rolls into you that makes you cry in unadulterated rapture.

“Ha-aah, hyung, my legs are falling asleep. Let me do it,” Jungkook pants, hand already reaching out to push Jimin’s abs, clearly not asking for permission.

Park carefully readjusts, his back laying on the seat, your head against his shoulder and Jungkook kneeling behind, cunt still stuffed with them both. “Please, please move, ugh—” you beg.

“Gonna finish this off, okay? Use the word if it gets to be too much,” he warns warmly, polar opposite of his future actions, but you nod in agreement.

He slides out almost all the way, wiggling his hips a bit before plunging back inside with all the force he can gather. You wail and subconsciously straighten your arms beside Jimin, unable to quietly lay down as Jungkook fucks you into oblivion. The position is worth it, seeing Jimin’s lidded eyes and mouth forming a pretty “o” and you can’t help but wonder what it feels for him, frenulum’s catching each other with each aching shove and shafts fighting for space within.

“D-Don’t look at me like that, Y/N,” he grumbles, rutting ever so slightly.

“Like what, baby?” you drawl, “Hey, how does it feel? Fucking one of your best friends with another one of your best friends? Don’t tell me you’re going to cum from something like that…”

He knew exactly what you were doing, taking no bullshit as he lifts a hand to your hair and yanks on it, “Watch it, babydoll. You’re not one to talk when you’ve already cum once. Not too long before you do again, right?” He laughs in your face, entirely dehumanizing.

You have no choice but to nod (a little stiffly, as his hand still tugs on your strands), “Y-Yes, Jimin.” He clicks his tongue.

“Won’t call me ‘daddy’ in front of Jungkook, huh? Shame.”

“I’d get confused of who she’s referring to,” Kook chimes in, revealing a shit-eating grin with a particularly hard thrust that makes you shed tears. You hang your head, unable to contain your moans as a familiar burn churns.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, palming the flesh of your ass and gaining even more momentum, “Noona takes our dicks so well, just made for us, aren’t you?” You sigh your validation.

Jimin picks up his own pace, out when Jungkook’s in, in when Jungkook’s out, pants turning into continuous groans, “Babe, I gotta cum. Where?” Your lips latch onto his in a crazed manner.

“Inside,” you speak in kisses, “inside, please, both of you.”

Jimin is the first to cum, seed only making Jungkook’s thrusts easier. Kook presses his chest to your back, unreservedly ramming into you with all he is that you collapse into Jimin’s shoulder once more. He follows shortly after, his own mix of white intermingling with his hyung’s, remaining there until he’s sure everyone’s breathing has calmed.

“Careful,” you wince, grabbing Jungkook’s arm warningly as he pulls himself out of your abused cunt. Jimin’s soft member remains with your request, already discontent with the emptiness after Kook’s depart.

“Ew, you’re drooling on me,” Jimin complains, and he’s right, your face sticky and wet when you lift your cheek.

“Shit, the cum’s leaking all over my seats, literally get up,” Jeon whines.

“Ugh I fucking hate you both.”

You’re the only one to get up, maneuvering around and arguing with the younger boy as he desperately tries to clean his seats, which were beyond repair in the first place. The windows are fogged up to the point of condensation, droplets threatening to grow too big and fall.

You brows cinch together in utter confusion, staring at the groups of water that start to tint an odd, orange hue. It disappears as quick as you realize it, though, and you figure the after-effects of the threesome was starting to make you hallucinate.

“Do you guys really think my fingers are that short? I think they’re fine,” Jimin pouts.

Jungkook snickers, “Yeah, those fingers don’t reach sh—"

BAM!

The three of you flinch and fly to Jimin’s side, watching with horror as, what looked like, a giant paw disappearing from the window’s view. Your mind sputters to the image of the thing in the woods and your sweat seems to freeze over, hair standing on end and fear coursing through your veins.

“Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck,” the boys ramble over themselves, clutching you close to their bodies.

In the reflection of the fogged glass, you see the orange tint you saw seconds ago, hesitantly turning your head behind you and making eye contact with the glowing orbs mere inches away. You shriek at the top of your lungs, the other two yelling because you are, then full-fledge screech when they see them too.

“Oh my fucking god, shut up! You’re no fun to scare. Unlock the door,” a muffled voice growls from outside.

“Taehyung?” you all accuse.

Jungkook all but shoves the door open, revealing a Taehyung with werewolf mask now propped atop his skull, smiling from ear-to-ear that he got you three so good.

“Hey y’all, sorry it took me so long to get here. I got Jimin’s message and—what the hell, Jimin, put your dick away—oh sweet mother of pearl it smells fucking carnal in there. Please don’t tell me you had a threesome when you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere.”

You don’t even attempt to shuffle your clothes fully back on like the other two, who were, blushing like elementary schoolgirls. “We got bored, and it was cold,” is all you say.

“Well, don’t you move on fast, Y/N. Was I not enough to satisfy last night, pretty thing?” he juts out his bottom lip, feigning hurt. On the contrary, you think.

Park and Jeon stare at you in disbelief, piecing together what Taehyung is saying. “What?” you snarl, “I told you guys.”

Taehyung paces a bit, palming himself through his jeans before shoving Jimin’s shoulder and crowding himself into Jungkook’s already-cramped backseat, “Fuck, I got a hard-on now. Can you guys handle one more round?”

omg I hope you guys liked, my BUSSY hurt writing it (~:

[sweetheartjeongguk]

pretty kitty 3 (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hybrid au, camgirl au, fluff, smut

rating: nc-17

warning(s): drunk sex, impregnation kink, daddy kink, mentions of drugs and alcohol, taehyung and oc having the feels 

word count: 6.6k+

summary: you’re both jagged pieces of a puzzle, but you fit rather nicely together. 

the discovery | the denial | the meeting | the aftermath | the payback

masterlist

“You tired already?”

You huff out an annoyed breath. “Easy for you to say. You just stick your dick in while I gotta deal with your sweaty body on top of me. It’s like Niagara Falls every time you top.”

Seojoon clutches at his chest in offense. “How dare you? First of all, might I remind you that I made you that spicy ramen last night even though we all know it starts World War III in your guts and you were stuck on the toilet for an hour crying over your ‘ruined asshole’?”

“Why, you little—”  

You launch a pillow at his face, but unfortunately for you, his reflexes as a panther hybrid allow him to easily avoid your attempted assault.

“Anyways, I gotta get going.” Seojoon sighs in fake disappointment. “Hyungsik wanted to binge-watch My Hero Academia with me, but I’ve been avoiding him ever since I accidentally watched the season already.”

“Yikes, good luck dealing with that mess.”

You never really liked Hyungsik, and you’re 99.9% certain that the feeling’s mutual. Just something about him strikes a wrong chord with you, but Seojoon shrugs this off as irrational paranoia. Unwilling to argue with your friend, you force yourself to muster up the brightest phony smile whenever you stop by their apartment to hang out or drop something off.

“See you tomorrow!” He shouts as he escapes through the front door after slipping his clothes back on. “Great work today as always! Don’t forget my money, bitch!”

“Love you too, jackass.” You grumble as you lay in a starfish position on your mattress.  

The livestream ended an hour ago, but Seojoon stayed to help you clean up and recuperate after the camming session. While he’s a dumbass half the time, you admire him for his consistent attitude for quality aftercare, even after the most vanilla of encounters. This particular session gained you a hundred more viewers and a decent amount of money for you to share with. If your elementary school-level calculations serve you well, the night’s earnings combined with your last solo stream are enough to cover textbook costs and the money you owe Seojoon for the time you overflowed his toilet after trying to flush his toothbrush down after accidentally flinging it inside and wanting to “destroy the evidence” before Seojoon came home.  

Your next defense was to blame it on Hyungsik, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke.

As recompense for your so-called “crime against humanity”, you offered a substantial portion of your earnings if he helped with filming. Sex came natural to the both of you, lacking the expectation of blatant resistance when you first brought up the idea. Casual sex with a trustworthy friend while making a couple hundred bucks every five minutes? Seojoon couldn’t find any fault with that.

After all, you sucked him off in a frat house bathroom just an hour after you two were officially introduced.

You stretch out across the bed with a wince. Maybe you’ll invest an hour-long massage once your money gets transferred to your account. Better yet, you’ll force Seojoon to pay for it since this is his fault in the beginning. The man’s built like a god but fucks like the devil.  

When you unlock the screen of your cell phone, you’re bombarded with the sight of multiple texts from Seulgi and an email about your Music 101 class being cancelled on Monday. After browsing through bland Instagram stories, you finally decide to appease the witch in your inbox.

Right off the bat, you regret opening up the message.

BITCH YOU BETTER ANSWER ME BEFORE I COME OVER AND TELL SEOJOON ABOUT UR CRUSTY VAGINA PROBLEMS.

You’ve had plenty of experiences with Seulgi barging in during your not-so PG moments and having her fall into an exaggerated spiel that has your partners running out of your dorm in record time. You’d be a fool to fall into her hands again so with a heavy heart, your thumbs type out your response.

yes ur majesty??

Not even five seconds later, your phone beeps with a new message.

wOW look whos here, puss in boots has finally blessed me with her appearance.

Before you can type back your offended retort, you’re blasted with the annoying Facetime ringtone. With a sigh and silent prayer to whatever higher power is up there, you accept the call.

“I almost thought the dick went to your head and not your vagina.” Seulgi snorts when your less than glamorous face comes into view on her screen. “How was your dick appointment, sunshine?”

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking appropriately.” You flash her an unimpressed stare. “I made over $5k tonight so cancel your plans for tomorrow. We’re going shopping at the outlet tomorrow!”

“Okay, Little Miss Fancy.” Seulgi wiggles her eyebrows in approval. “Just in time too. There’s going to be a party at Jennie and Jisoo’s this weekend, and I’m trying to get dicked down before I’m forced to graduate with cobwebs on my clit.”

“Okay, first of all…I’m not even going to ask.” You shudder in disgust. “Second of all, don’t you have your project due the day after? Might I remind you of what happened last time?”

Seulgi blanches white. “Please don’t. I’d rather not remember that when there’s a dick in my mouth.”

You hold your free hand up in surrender. “Alright then, your problem. Just so you know, I think that you should have started that project months ago.”

“And I think that I should be married to Gong Yoo with two beautiful children, but we don’t always get everything we want.” Seulgi harrumphs. “Anyways, don’t be a party pooper. Who knows, maybe you’ll find Sugar Daddy Number 163 there?”

“My finger is literally hovering over the end call button as we speak.”

“Do it, bitch. I’ll throw away that catnip that you think I don’t know about in the secret drawer inside your closet.”

“That is low, Kang, that is just low.”

“Hey, there’s a party at Jennie’s this weekend? You down?” Jimin calls from the couch as he scrolls through the influx of messages in his dance class group chat.

Taehyung is fully immersed in washing the pile of dishes in the sink that he almost doesn’t catch Jimin’s voice over the running faucet. When he contemplates this in his head, he just shrugs indifferently.

“I don’t know, I’m not really friends with her.”

“She’s cool, man. The rest of us are going too anyway, so it’s not like you’re going to be by yourself.” Jimin points out.

“Knowing you all, you’re going to be dragged off into a game of beer pong against Jungkook or caught up in some random hook-up in a closet somewhere, Namjoon’s going to get himself stuck in another piece of furniture again, and Jin and Yoongi are going to make another stupid bet that’s going to get Jin stuck in jail again.”

“What about Hoseok?”

“He gets red after two sips.” Taehyung scoffs. “The most I had to do was stop him from calling his parents to apologize for drinking and never calling enough. He’s the least of our worries.”

“You might find someone to spend the night with?” Jimin singsongs. “Get your dick wet after all these months of being a loser and staying home jerking off to porn?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Staying home doesn’t make someone a loser.”

“That’s something a loser who stays at home jerking off to porn would say.”

Taehyung sighs up at the ceiling, hands soaked and wrinkled from the soapy water. “I don’t even know why I try at this point.”

“Just think about it.” Jimin stands to grab his jacket hanging off the side of the couch. “You might be pleasantly surprised.”

“Highly doubt it, but thanks for the advice.” Taehyung actively avoids the flick of Jimin’s middle finger as the latter leaves to head back to his own dorm.

Once he’s finally alone, Taehyung takes a moment to actually think about Jimin’s proposal. If he does go to the party, there’s a 50-50 chance of him getting lucky with some hot stranger desperate for a random dick for the night or him returning home with six (or five, depending on Seokjin’s law-breaking kink) drunken idiots.

His Plan B (B standing for “Better Option”) would be to just forget about the party and stay home where he can happily jerk off to porn while digging into a huge bag of Hot Cheetos. Thankfully, he’s learned his lesson on how to jerk off without accidentally using the Hot Cheeto hand.

Taehyung had the case of spicy dick for a good five hours until Jimin came over to check up on him. However, the only thing Jimin could do was fall back in crazed laughter and snap a Polaroid of Taehyung’s distressed tears from his Cheeto dick.

Maybe the party idea isn’t sounding too bad after all.  

You fidget uncomfortably in your seat as you adjust your too-tight top. You had forced yourself to sit through an entire styling process from Seulgi who decided that you needed a little more “oomph” in your appearance.

In the words of Kang Seulgi, “God, Y/N, you’re a popular camgirl known for her sexual appeal, and yet you continue to dress like a middle-aged librarian mixed with Maria from the Sound of Music.”

You couldn’t help but shrink back in offense – your wardrobe isn’t that terrible. Sure, you wear too many casual clothes, and the only time you wear expensive lingerie or anything remotely “sexy” is when you go on camera, wearing the gifts given to you by loyal viewers.

Regardless, you let Seulgi work her magic in the brief time you had to yourself before Ji-Eun arrived to drive the three of you to the party.

Seulgi passionately performs a mini concert in the backseat with her own rendition of “God is a Woman” while Ji-Eun boils in the driver’s seat, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. You don’t know which is worst at this point.

“God, will this car go any fucking slower?” She grits her teeth as another person honks their horn at Ji-Eun to let them through. “Why do they have to live so far away in the ass crack of nowhere?”

“They’re only 15 minutes away from us…”

“You better watch your mouth, Kang, or else you’re walking home.” Ji-Eun scowls into the rearview mirror.

Seulgi slouches back in her seat, no longer feeling the need to belt out the last notes of the song as it comes to an end. Angry Ji-Eun’s a side to the usually cherubic Ji-Eun that should never see the light of day no matter the circumstances. You busy yourself by scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a couple pictures from your friends back home and laughing silently at some random dog videos that pop up in-between. Your scrolling comes to a halt, your thumb hovering hesitantly above the heart button of a certain photo.

If it wasn’t for the owner of the account, you would have found the courage to double-tap.

“Oh, isn’t that Kim Taehyung?”

“It is…” You mutter quietly, ignoring the close presence of Seulgi’s face near yours.

You’re desperate to scroll past, but Seulgi reaches her hand out to hold your phone.

“You should go for him, Y/N!” Ji-Eun whistles when she catches the picture of his selfie from the corner of her eye. “I heard he and Sooyoung already broke up, so you got a shot.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up in a half-assed smile. As if.

“They broke up already?” Seulgi asks curiously as she hands you back your phone. “I could have sworn that they were messing around together a couple weeks ago.”

There goes your fleeting moment of happiness.

“They weren’t really a thing, I’m pretty sure.” Ji-Eun pauses in thought. “They hooked up a couple times, but I think they’re just friends or at least just in the same friend group.”

You silently stew in your seat, clicking out of the app and locking your phone. Thanks to Seulgi, you’re aching to burn the image of Sooyoung wrapped around Taehyung from your brain. Not that you’re jealous, of course.  

Ji-Eun sighs in relief as the sight of the house comes into view. After parking precariously on the side of the street, Seulgi rushes your trio inside and through the living room teeming with drunk college students and into the kitchen to grab the first drinks of the night. You twitch your nose at the stench of musky cologne, hormones, and hard liquor intermingling as you approach the bartender of the night who just so happens to be Seojoon.

“Hey guys!” Seojoon chimes as he finishes up mixing Hyungsik’s drink who stands cross-armed against the wall with a look of boredom directed at the three of you, mostly at you. “I was wondering when you’d be getting here.”

“When did you get here?” You greet him with a short side-hug, stopping to glare at him until his traveling palm averts its course from your ass.

“Hyungsik and I got here beforehand to help set up.” Seojoon nods towards the brooding man in the corner. “Jisoo stuck me with this job, and now I can’t leave until the party’s over or at least until I’m forced to go out to buy more alcohol for these heathens.”

You scrunch your nose in annoyance. “That doesn’t sound fun. Why can’t they do it themselves?”

Seojoon clears his throat. “I quote, ‘because getting dicked down by the hottest guy in the room is the main priority of the night’.”

“Hear, hear.” Seulgi nods distractedly.

You smack your hand against her bicep. “Can’t you think without your genitals for a second?”

“Y/N…sweetheart.” Seulgi pats your cheek as if you’re an innocent child. “You must not know me at all.”

“Nevertheless, ladies, please enjoy the party.” Seojoon pulls you back before you can take a swipe at your best friend. “Y/N, I’ll be seeing you later.”

Seojoon clicks his tongue suggestively, reveling in your eyeroll and not-so discreet middle finger. After grabbing your drinks, the three of you head towards an empty corner of the room, away from the concentrated cloud of marijuana and crusty men who crave a quick grope.    

“Dang, was the dick that bad?” Seulgi scoffs jokingly. “Maybe if you’re not interested, you can spare a little bite...”

“Wait, since when you and Seojoon a thing?” Ji-Eun’s eyes widen.

You subtly glare at Seulgi’s apparent struggle to hold back her knowing laughter before turning to answer Ji-Eun with the most innocent look imaginable.

“I don’t know where Seulgi gets her delusions.” You smile through gritted teeth. “Seojoon and I hanging out from time to time does not equate to us fucking.”

Seulgi lets out a snort. “Something smells fishy…I think it’s your va—"

She squeaks in pain when she feels the stab of your heel into her foot. The music drowns out most of her cries of distress which Ji-Eun fails to notice. She takes a large gulp of her drink, grimacing at the strong aftertaste of the mostly-vodka mixture.

“God, I want to sue Seojoon for making us this terrible drink.” Ji-Eun stares at the cup with utter hatred in her eyes. “Seriously, it tastes like straight-up ass paired with off brand Caprisun.”

“I second that notion.” You swallow back a gag as the concoction slips uneasily down your throat.

“Me three.” Seulgi grimaces but forces herself to finish the content. “I’m undoubtedly puking later, so I’m going to go off and find some nice dick before that happens. Tootles!”

You silently devise a plan involving bear traps and superglue as you threaten to bore a hole through the back of Seulgi’s head with a scorching glower as she blends into the crowd in search of her next friend with benefits, leaving you to deal with the most infamous lightweight of your friend group.

“You okay?” Ji-Eun questions curiously.

“I’m fucking fantastic.”

“Y/N, I love you.” You remain stone-faced as the drunk girl leans against you with her entire weight. “You’re always so good to me, and I love you for that. I’ll make it my mission in life to help you find a boyfriend, okay?”

Her arms are like spaghetti, and her knees knock together in an attempt to keep straight. The cup once clutched in her hands is now dumped in a random corner of the kitchen, but you shrug it off as Seojoon’s responsibility. He did make you terrible alcohol after all.

“Hyung, n-no, I’m not d-drunk.”

You momentarily glance up at the voice, suddenly blanking out at the figures slowly approaching your corner of the room.

“Oh God, please turn around, please turn around.” You desperately pray as they inch closer.

Much like your situation, Taehyung struggles to hold his unmistakably intoxicated friend – Jungkook or something along those lines – in an upright position. He mutters angry words that were inaudible to you into Jungkook’s ear, but the boy keeps trying to shove Taehyung away.

“I w-wanna go party-y!” He hiccups. “They’re p-playing beer p-pong without me.”

Jungkook twists his body to make a run for the living room, but his own clumsy feet send him back to square one in his friend’s arms. You can see Taehyung roll his eyes as he hauls Jungkook’s heavy body towards the row of chairs where you’re forced into cuddling an equally drunk Ji-Eun.

Taehyung fails to recognize you until your uncomfortable shifting in your chair lets out a shrill squeak. When his gaze settles on you, you notice that his entire body freezes. Heat rushes to your body as his eyes trail over you in a bizarre manner – almost as if he’s scanning you to make sure that you’re actually there and not just a figment of his imagination.

Before you can muster up the courage to utter one phrase to the boy, he turns to the side to tend to Jungkook who’s stuck mumbling and drooling, much like a newborn baby. There’s an itch in the pit of your stomach that begins to bother you more than you’d expected it to. You feel an obligation to say something over to Taehyung – at least something along the lines of “Drunk friends, am I right?” – but you decide to push aside whatever tempts you to say something.

Between the choices of not saying anything and not having Taehyung know who you are or uttering your sentence and making a complete fool of yourself, you’d prefer the latter by a long shot.

“Um…is she okay?”

Your head shoots up in surprise. Taehyung allows his friend to lay on his side across the row of chairs, taking up the entire space while he’s forced to cram his body onto the tiny chair a seat away. Your gaze trickles down to Ji-Eun who mirrors Jungkook perfectly, completely passed out and drooling away on your lap like there’s no tomorrow.

“She will be.” You abruptly clear your throat. “She’s always like this at parties, so it’s nothing new.”

Taehyung nods in agreement. “Same, I’m always stuck watching over all my friends which is why I didn’t really want to go to this party in the first place.”

“Ugh, same!” You groan as you cradle your forehead with a palm. “My friend Seulgi’s no help either. She’s probably off choking on dick in one of the guest rooms right now while I’m stuck here on babysitter duty for someone older than me, for fuck’s sake.”

When Taehyung answers with an awkward cough, you’re hit with the sudden realization that maybe you shouldn’t be so open with a complete stranger, even if that stranger is Kim Taehyung who you’ve had a crush on for years now.

Just a thought.

“Sorry…” You force out a laugh, sounding uncannily like a robot. “You probably don’t want to hear about that.”

“No worries.” Taehyung shakes his head. “My friend Jimin’s the same way. In fact, I think that’s them over there.”

You squint your eyes in the direction that Taehyung points towards. When you finally catch onto the sight, you instantly wish you hadn’t.

There, practically undressing each other in the middle of the dance floor with their tongues curled one another, is Seulgi and Jimin.

“Yup, time for me to burn my eyeballs.”

Taehyung giggles at the horror in your eyes, throwing you overboard into a sea of useless emotions. The worst part of it is that he’s not even trying – that’s just how he is.

‘Ugh, pretty boys.’

“You’re telling me.” Taehyung cringes. “But that’s not the worst situation I’ve caught Jimin in, so I guess we’re spared this time.”

“H-hey.” A voice hiccups from below.

You both direct your attention to Jungkook who points a shaky finger towards you.

“You l-look familiar…” The boy slurs. “Have I seen you before?”

“Nope.” You answer with a shrug. “School, perhaps?”

“N-no.” He hiccups again. “Are you a Y-Youtuber?”

‘Not exactly, kiddo.’

Instead, you reply with another shake of your head. He opens his mouth as if to ask another question, but even uttering a complete sentence proves too difficult a task for Jungkook to complete. With a slurred humph, he slumps against the row of chairs again with his head resting on Taehyung’s right thigh.

“Sorry about him.” Taehyung mutters apologetically. “He rarely drinks, but when he does, this happens.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile politely. “That makes two of us.”

Five minutes into a conversation with Taehyung, and you’re scared of falling back into the dreaded Awkward Silence. If only Seulgi was here to save you, but she’s probably too busy giving Park Jimin the suck of a lifetime while you’re floundering to save your conversation with the cutest boy in school.

You’re suddenly thrown back into the image of you as a shy middle schooler, silently crushing on the cheery tiger hybrid in Mrs. Lee’s classroom across the hall. Those were the days before you discovered the wonders of makeup and Moroccan oil and when you would sit in the corner of the lunchroom with your eyes glued on a certain boxy smile as he laughs with his best friends and the rest of the popular kids. The lasting memory of you in his mind was probably the Kindergarten Incident with you crying on the playground after your mother dropped you off in the morning. You long to change his perception and show him who you are now, flaws and all, but you have no idea where to begin.

Curse you and your inability to socialize.

You take your time scanning through the room for a potential lifesaver or topic to blab about to make yourself look semi-interesting to Taehyung. You go to blow away a strand of hair that falls into your vision, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you softly.

Taehyung holds back the urge to brush the troublesome strand from your skin and place a gentle kiss where it used to lay.

“Hey, do you…” Taehyung choking on his words cause you to turn towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“Do I…” You trail off.

Taehyung pales as he forces the words from his mouth in an awkward splurge of word vomit.

‘It’s now or never, Kim.’

“Doyoumaybewanttogohavesomefunonourown?”  

Taehyung could almost die at your stoic appearance. Nothing in your eyes or your smile (lack thereof) gives him any clue into the thoughts churning around your brain. Just as he’s ready to give up and find an excuse to escape with a sloppy Jungkook in tow, you begin to giggle.  

Now, Taehyung’s 99.9% sure he’s about to die.

A smile plays at the side of your lip. “Alright, Kim. I second that notion. But first, let’s go find some beds for these guys first.”

It takes you roughly 10 minutes to scour the house for either Jennie or Jisoo, eventually finding the latter hanging around the poolside with Soyeon and Chaeyoung. You thank a higher power for the Kim girls’ wealth from part-time modeling that allows them to buy a house with more than one guest room. After accidentally opening up occupied rooms and getting more than a couple dick flashes, Taehyung and you finally find two empty rooms that are decently far away from the loud chattering and music blaring throughout the house. Quickly, you plop Ji-Eun down onto the soft comforter of the bed and turn her on her side, shoving a trashcan beside the bed just in case that night’s menu decides to make an appearance when she wakes up.

“All set?” Taehyung asks, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. You brush it off as wishful thinking.  

“We’re finally free.” You beam with a wide grin.

Taehyung sends you a soft smile before grabbing your wrist to pull you downstairs and into the kitchen for drinks. Seojoon eyes you carefully as you approach, curious as to your sudden acquaintance with Mr. Kim Taehyung. He knows a little bit about your not-so-little crush but holds back his questions for another time; however, it’s completely obvious that he’s holding back from making a crude sex joke in front of the two of you.

“Enjoy, you crazy kids.” Seojoon winks, sending a flood of embarrassment to your cheeks.

Taehyung eyes Seojoon with a subtle glare, one that you barely notice but one that Seojoon senses immediately. You’re none the wisest towards the display of dominance, but Seojoon notices it all – from the way Taehyung subtly puffs up his chest to the growing feral glint in his eyes.

“Kiss my ass, Park.” You hiss when you snatch the cups away from Seojoon’s fingers.

“Gladly, sweetheart.” Seojoon purrs back without missing a beat.

It takes all of Taehyung’s inner strength to force his irritation down to an unnoticeable level of annoyance. Even then, his bad mood is still visible to anyone who dares to look closer. After grabbing your drinks from an amused Seojoon, you begin to guide Taehyung out of the kitchen to head back upstairs.

With your back turned, Taehyung chances a dangerous snarl at Seojoon. The older raises a hand up in surrender, but the aggression does nothing to deter Seojoon. If anything, it just makes him even more pleased than before.

Oh, how he can’t wait until you finally become a couple.

“Sorry about him.” You apologize meekly as you two head onto the balcony connected to an empty guest room in the farthest part of the house. “Seojoon can be a little annoying when you first meet him, but he’s actually not that bad.”

“Ha, you’re telling me.” Taehyung mutters annoyedly.

Before you can question Taehyung’s irritation, he’s already chugging half the cup’s contents down his throat. You hold back your disgust for the taste as you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps and gulp down the fiery alcohol. You’ve already developed a small buzz from your first round of drinks, but you feel yourself slip into a more relaxed state with your second.

“So, Miss Y/N…” You lazily turn your head. “Tell me a little about yourself.”

The two of you rest your elbows on top of the balcony railing, inviting the cool autumn breeze to blow across your skin and through your hair with a gentle caress. The party music is muffled behind the glass door of the balcony, but you can still feel the bass thumping within your chest. You hum for a moment as you rack your brain for something, anything interesting to say.

“There’s not really that much about me.” You shrug. “I’ve lived here most of my life, and I plan on leaving once school’s over to explore the rest of the world. My two best friends are Seulgi and Ji-Eun, just not tonight...and that’s all to me really. I guess I’m just an open book with a little too many blank pages in-between.”

Taehyung nudges his elbow to your side. “Ah, there’s more to you than that. Surely, you like to do fun things. Unless you’re one of those boring people whose favorite show is Jeopardy and likes to go to the mall just to walk around.”

“Hey, Jeopardy is a great show, Mr. I-Have-The-Mental-Capacity-Of-A-Walnut.” You retort jokingly.

Taehyung laughs wholeheartedly at your teasing jab. “Okay then, fair enough. I’ll take your word for it.”

The moon beams down on your figures as you continue to chatter about random topics and sip on your disgusting drinks with only a small grimace. Little by little, you learn more about Taehyung’s passions in life and what he wants to do after graduation while he learns more about your friendships with Seulgi and Ji-Eun and all the horror stories from freshman year. You share giggles and playful nudges as if you’ve been friends for decades.

Every sip from your cup sends a tingly buzz that fills you from your head down to the tips of your toes. Your bright eyes grow lazy with a familiar drunken glaze, and you find yourself leaning a little closer into Taehyung’s side.

It’s when you finally make eye contact with Taehyung that he makes the first move.

Your bodies move in an almost fluid yet messy choreography, your lips latching onto one another in utter desperation. Taehyung quickly parts your mouth with his tongue to finally taste the hidden sweetness hidden within. His large, veiny hands slip down from the sides of your face to clutch your hips against his body, forcing your hands to rest against his broad chest.

“Want to go inside?” He pants when you eventually separate for a breath.

“Please.” You whine urgently.

You squeak in surprise as he grips your body with one arm while the other slams open the balcony door leading into the guest room. In a blink of an eye, Taehyung drops you onto the comforter and frantically suctions his lips to your jawline, creating soft marks on your supple skin and kneading the soft flesh near your inner thighs. You bite back a moan as his lips trail down your neck and towards the cleavage of your top.

“Take this fucking thing off.”

Without missing a beat, he rips your top over your head and returns his mouth to the valley between your breasts. Taehyung’s pleasantly surprised at your braless form, and he can’t help but brush a thumb across before replacing it with his tongue.  

“T-Tae…” You sigh airily as he circles around your nipple, drawing them to a hardened peak and leaving thin traces of saliva on your skin. “P-Please.”

“Relax.” He coos into your ear. “This is all for you. You just lay back and enjoy it, my little kitten.”

“I’ll enjoy it once you’re inside of me already.” You whisper coyly, your hands tracing down the curve of his spine and down towards his ass. “I want you to fill my pretty pussy up with your come already.”

With one look into his frenzied pupils, you shrink into yourself as though you’re some meager prey hybrid with a bloodthirsty predator chasing after you.

Oh, how you love it.

He peppers a series of small kisses down your stomach, his movements slower than before. He wants to make you feel as frustrated as he does whenever he watches your videos and yearns to reach through the screen to feel your body against his.

However, with the real thing’s in front of him, his biological urge to mount you and pump you full of his kittens starts to overpower his original plans of taking things slow.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby.” Taehyung groans as your excitement seeps through the fabric of your jeans. “I can’t wait to taste this sweet little pussy. My little kitten’s been waiting so long for me.”

Your muddled thoughts fail to form into coherent words as Taehyung’s tongue slides across from the top of your pelvis and down towards your core drenched in your excitement. He relishes in your whiny moans at the ticklish flicks he gives your swollen clit, noting cockily how your nails grasp at the bedsheets with reckless abandon and how your toes curl in delight at the warmth filling your bloodstream.

“Are you all wet just for me, kitten?” Taehyung murmurs, cheeks completely soaked from your excitement. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

“Y-Yes, I’m all wet just f-for you, baby.” You whimper as his tongue licks larger stripes against you. “P-Please, Tae, I want you.”

“Want me where?” Teasing you is quickly becoming his new favorite pastime.

“I-Inside. Please, I want to feel all of you.”

“Isn’t that a little too easy?” Taehyung clicks his tongue as he wipes away the excess slick from his chin.

He holds in his shudder when you pull his hand towards you to envelope the come-stained fingers inside your mouth, moaning in delight as you taste yourself.

“I-I think I n-need something in return before your little pussy can earn its treat.”

Taehyung is quick to unbutton his jeans and shrug them along with his boxers onto the bedroom floor. The tip of his cock drips small strings of pre-come onto the sheets, reddened and sensitive to the touch. You quickly discover this when your small fingers reach forward to briefly tease around the head with the pad of your thumb.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Taehyung bites down onto his lip as he guides the first two inches inside your awaiting mouth.

You moan at the salty taste that you’ve grown to love that coats your tongue, sucking lightly for the first few seconds before hollowing your cheeks and applying more pressure with every stroke. Taehyung hisses as your mouth sinks even deeper, nearly driving the head into the back of your throat.

“You’re so good to me, huh?” Taehyung lets out a low moan when he feels you hum in agreement, sending vibrations across the sensitive head of his cock. “Does my baby deserve to be fucked now?”

Your watery eyes connect with Taehyung’s as you choke on the smooth length. Suddenly, you feel miniscule and powerless underneath his lustful gaze, but you welcome the degradation wholeheartedly.  

“Turn around, baby.” Taehyung grunts as he slips himself from your mouth. “I want to see your tight little ass when I fuck this little pussy open.”

He props you up on your elbows with your back arched as far as you can go. There’s a slight pressure in your lower back as you present yourself to him, but the discomfort is nothing compared to the uncontrollable need to finally be fucked by Taehyung. He admires the sight of your awaiting pussy, completely soaked with your come and swollen from his relentless ministrations on your sensitive bud.  

You draw out a long mewl when you feel the tip nudge your seam before pushing inside, clenching hard as he continues to bottom out.

Oh, how he loves it.  

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Taehyung chuckles lowly as he begins a steady yet hard-hitting pace. “You’re making Daddy proud. His kitten’s taking his cock so well, don’t you agree?”

You smother your face into a pillow to muffle your cries, not wanting someone barging in during the fuck of your lifetime. With every hard thrust, your pussy sucks him back inside with a lewd squelch, desperate to hold him there whenever he tries to retract. His fingers are sure to leave marks on your skin in the morning from the way he’s grasping your hips for dear life. .

You fuck yourself almost every week, and yet you’re still the tiniest hole Taehyung’s ever had the pleasure of fucking. It entices him to continue his thrusts, in hopes of absolutely ruining you and filling you to the brim with his seed. His mind floods with images of you overflowing with come, carrying his potential kittens deep within and yet, still demanding for more.

This daydream alone has Taehyung stuttering in his movements and nearly blowing his load before you can squeeze around him in your own mind-melting pleasure. You have to come first, and Taehyung would be damned if he ruins that for you by acting like a pubescent boy who came in less than a minute to his very first porn video.

“Taehyung…” You cry pathetically. “T-Touch me.”

He’s quick to follow your orders, rubbing at the bundle of nerves between your legs with two wet fingertips and earning a sharp “F-fuck, Daddy!” in response. Your body threatens to curl inward, and you force yourself to grip onto the pillowcase instead of onto Taehyung’s thigh to force him to fuck you even harder.

He wants to feel you absolutely fall apart with his cock splitting you open – and fall apart, you do.

A surprised hiss escapes the tiger hybrid as you spasm underneath his body, your euphoric release dribbling onto the sheets below. Your claws that unsheathed a second before your orgasm have shredded through a good portion of the pillowcase you buried your face into. It’s not long until Taehyung’s hips lose their rhythm and suddenly, you’re filled with copious amounts of his warm seed.

All for you.  

“F-fuck, kitten, you made Daddy come so much.” He admires the sight of your completely battered pussy as he goes to pull out, stuffed to the brim with his seed that slowly starts dripping out. “Stuffed full of Daddy’s kittens. Such a good girl.”

You sigh in relaxed pleasure as he starts cleaning around your entrance with a skilled tongue, a strong hand massaging each cheek. There’s something satisfying about the fact that Taehyung’s tasting himself which seduces you into pushing through the overstimulation by twisting your hips in tight circles to aid him in his taste test.

“You little—” He laughs as he lands a light smack to an ass cheek. He groans internally at how it jiggles under the force, drawing a tiny moan from you and a string of come that seeps from your used pussy and down your thighs.  

Before he can treat himself to another taste, you flip over and grab at his neck. “My turn.”

Taehyung nearly falls forward on his face when you connect your lips together, your tongue sliding through for a mixture of your releases. They’re still both salty and bitter on your palate, but you’ve gotten used to the taste by now. If anything, Taehyung makes it taste even better.

As you sink further into the mattress deep in the kiss, Taehyung lifts himself up to pull you onto your side. You let out a tiny squeal at the sudden shift in position, especially when his lips tickle the crook of your neck with a trail of wet kisses.

“Now, sleep.” Taehyung kisses your cheek before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

“Weirdo.” You purr groggily before succumbing to the inevitable fatigue that seeps into your bones and muscles.

Once you’re deep in sleep, Taehyung leans closer for a better glimpse of your face. Your skin’s still flushed red and sweaty, but you still look like an angel in Taehyung’s eyes. The entire room smells of come and sweat, but he can still sense your unique sweet scent of your skin, and it pains him to hold himself back from tasting some more. The stress that wrinkles your brow is smoothed out and replaced with a peaceful expression, one he sees quite often during your streams after you finally fall back down from your high.

Taehyung is finally brought back to reality when his ears pick up incessant cheering from drunk patrons outside by the poolside accompanied by loud EDM blaring from the outdoor speakers. He ignores them all with an exasperated wrinkle of the nose, and instead he chooses to savor in the warmth radiating from your body that just so happens to fit perfectly against his own – just like pieces of a jagged puzzle.  

Taehyung smiles. You’re finally in his arms, and he doesn’t want to let go.

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Alpha (Jungkook x Reader) Chapitre 2

Hello my loves! I hope this second chapter will please you! I should warn you about the fact that there is some angst in this one but it is minor. I am trying not to rush things between Y/n and Jungkook but this is harder than what I thought. I am going to publish a new one shot about Minseok soon and maybe the first chapter of Call and Response. This fic means so much to me I am taking my time! I want to talk about important subjects so I will go slow on this one. 

Y/n woke up at the sound of her alarm a smile on her face. She was snuggling in her sheets, turning off her phone. Even if it was early, and that she had to go to uni today, she was completely fine with everything. So she got up and get ready. Hana was still asleep in her room because there were no one in the kitchen. After a bowl of cereal and a coffee she got to her car. She had music history this morning. It was definitely not her favorite subject but nothing could sabotage her mood. Her date with Jungkook had been so good. The boy was funny, had conversation, and he was absolutely adorable. She had made her mind. She could not have kept lying to herself longer. The day of deny between his text and the date where she had tried to found excuse not to go had been really long for her, that was why she had finally gone to this rendez vous. Her wolf was wipped, even more, she was pretty much in love with the omega. The thing was that human and wolf were sometimes detune. And indeed Y/n was feeling more of a sort of affection for him. Nothing near love. She didn't want to leave him, but she wasn't going to claim him at the first occasion she had. Even when she arrived in class she was still thinking about the cute omega. She sat at her usual place and settled herself. Irene sat next to her, putting violently her books on the table. « Girl I have so many things to tell you... -Y/n ! » Y/n turned around surprised and kinda freaked out when she saw Min Yoongi walking in her direction. « Since when are you talking to Yoongi ? -I don't. -What does he want ? -I think I know, I have stuff to tell you too... » Irene nodded and get up leaving her. « Hi Yoongi, what's up ? -Why have you been on a date with Jungkook ? -He asked me, and I said yes. » The other alpha sat down. « Stay away from him. -Seriously. It is the first time you are speaking to me in weeks and it is to tell me to not date your friend. Maybe it is none of your business. -You're using him for your fucking alpha stuff... -No ! First of all you are an alpha too, you know we are not all sexual pervert... And secondly have you ever see taking one night stand on dates ?! -So what ? -Jungkook, I like him seriously. He is cute and nice and smart. » Yoongi winced. « I know that. I lived with him for years. It's just... -No don't worry. I understand. Just know that I am not playing. I genually like him. -I swear Y/n if you... -It is the moment when you are going to threaten me ? -Let me do my big brother job. » Y/n nodded, letting him threatened of things worse than death. « The kid was so excited this morning. He was smiling like an idiot. Where did you even take him ? -To a restaurant. It was cool. -Yeah I imagine... » Yoongi stayed the entire class next to her. She didn't mind it, he was a quiet classmate and that was all she needed. It was boring like she had imagined it. But the two hours classes passed quickly. She was ready to leave when Yoongi stopped her. « I am going to see Jungkook. Wanna come ? » She hesitated. She wasn't used to be with the same people all the time. Maybe he wanted to be left alone two. « I don't think... -He'll be happy to see you. » Y/n finally left with Yoongi. She followed him into the corridors, seing Irene from the corner of her eyes. They walked in silence for a while before stopping. « I don't even know this area of the campus what the fuck... -Yeah you're a very sportive person I see... -Because you practice sport ? -Fuck you -You fuck you... -Yoongi hyung ? » They turned over to see a confused Jungkook standing with another boy she had never seen before. He looked at her shyly, pulling the straps of his backpack. « Noona... What are you doing here ? -Yoongi asked me if I wanted to accompany him to see you and I said yes. -Oh... » It was even more awkward than she imagined. He looked stressed and not so happy to see her. She should have said no to Yoongi. « Taehyung let's go » said Yoongi and the other boy followed him. What the fuck was he doing ? Wasn't he the one supposed to see Jungkook ? Fucking snake. « So Jungkook, how were your classes ? -They were fine. A bit boring but... -Mine were too. You know what Wanna eat something with me ? It's almost noon. -I was supposed to eat with Yoongi hyung and Taehyung... -Oh it's okay Jungkook. It was your plan. -But... -It is fine. Go eat with your friends. We'll see each other another time. » Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Probably Irene, dying to know what she was doing. « Yeah Noona, about that... » That didn't sound good. Her wolf was tense like never. « I wanted to know if you would like to come at one of my game. The next one is Friday night... -You are inviting me to your game ? -Yes. I'd love it if you could come. -Then I'll be there. I'd love to watch you play and encourage you. -Thank you Noona. -Stop thanking me. » She was so relieved. He didn't want to stop seing her. He was even inviting her to his game, something that meant a lot to him. « Just text me the hour and I'll be there. -Okay Noona. » Her phone buzzed again. She answered. « What do you want Irene ? -Come on let's eat together. I have so much stuff to tell you ! -I am coming don't worry. » She looked at Jungkook, he was waiting for something. She finally hanged up and said : « You should go Jungkook, before they leave without you definitely. See you around then ». He smiled and run toward the end of the corridor. Her wolf was howling inside her, the view of the omega running away being the epitome of her nightmare. But soon Y/n was sitting at Irene table, eating her sandwich while her friend was talking. « So you know Seulgi ? -Cute beta, younger than us, in literature. -Yeah... I asked her to go out with me... -Seriously ? Irene that's awesome ! -I know ! Fuck I though she was so out of my league ! » Y/n laughed at that. « Nobody is out of your league Irene, nobody. » They continued to discuss, Irene bragging about her beta every time she had an occasion. « But you had something to tell me too ! What Min Yoongi wanted ? -Oh, I met an Omega, and we are going out. He is Yoongi's friend. He just wanted me to stay away. -What ? Wait, what did you answered ? -No, of course. » Irene seemed shook. « This is the first time I saw you implicated in a relationship that much. -Stop ! You make me sound like some kind of cold-hearted bitch. -Well... -Shut up Irene... -No seriously, it's cool, that you had found someone, to hang out I mean, not like you had no friends... -I am crying inside... -No but you know, Hana is spending all her time with her sugar daddy. » Y/n laughed at that. « Joon is not her sugar daddy. -He is older, rich and they are sleeping together. -They are mated Irene. -Still... Sugar daddy » They ate their lunch gossiping over the rumors that were spread all over campus. « So you took him on a date ? I am starting to think that you are the sugar daddy... -No Irene, nobody is giving sugar to anyone... -For now. -Shut up. » « Yoongi hyung ? You're in the same class as Y/n Noona ? -Yeah, we're almost always in the same class. -Yeah she told me, I just wanted to ask. » Yoongi turned over, « What's up with you kids, you look weird ? -No it's fine... -Why are you even dating Y/n ? -Why would I not ? » Taehyung who was silently eating his lunch almost chocked. « You're dating ? -No we are not... We went on one date... -Was it cool ? -It was cool yeah... -I didn't know you liked older woman you pervert ! -It's not like that you dumbass ! » Jungkook was so awkward about it. He was not ashamed about dating Y/n. Tahyung had just a peculiar talent to tease him. « So, what are you now, an international playboy ? -Shut up ! » Jungkook saw Yoongi shifted on his chair. His hyung was usually silent but there was something wrong now. « Yoongi hyung are you okay ? -Why her ? Like, why Y/n ? » Jungkook was surprised, he wasn't ready for Yoongi to be that concerned by his love life. Even he knew Y/n it was not usual for him to be like this. « I don't know... I like her.... She is fun and intresting... Why are you even asking me this ? Do you know something about her that I should know ? -No she is fine... I guess... Just, she is an alpha and all, be careful... » Jungkook was angry. He was not weak. He didn't need to be warned. His hyung were not like this before.Before he presented as an omega. Everyone thought he would have been an Alpha. He had been pretty sure he was made to be an alpha. But when he turned 18 and that he had to go to the doctor to be identified. He had been lost. He had had the impression that his biology had betrayed him. Everything had been worst when his hyung had started to act different around him. He wasn't Jungkook, the strong boy they had seen grew up, he was just an omega. And Yoongi warning him, not of a person who could be mean, but of an alpha, was a cruel return to his denial. « I can defend myself. I don't need to be warned. Do you think that because I am an Omega I will just throw myself in her arms ? -It is not what he meant Jungkook... -No this is not. » Jungkook knew he was being unfair, but he could not control himself. Why should everyone be like this. Why people could not only saw him as a person ? And not as an Omega ? He knew Yoongi was not being mean. But his alpha brain was telling him to act like this. « It's just that... It is not because I am not an alpha that you should treat me differently... I never heard you warn Taehyung about girls, and he has more hookups than me. -Jungkook ! -That's true. And if you have to go out with anyone, I am kinda happy that it is Y/n. » They sat in silence after that, waiting for the rest of the group. But Jungkook wolf was sad, he was feeling it, mourning inside him. His wolf had accepted his nature, obviously. But in the other hand, Jungkook only saw this as choice that had been imposed to him. His wolf and him were not n harmony. The only time he had the feeling to be complete, it was when he was with Y/n. It sounded so cliché in his head, he didn't even know the girl that much, but his wolf was ready to declare the alpha as his. Which was really awkward for Junkook. His other Hyungs finally arrived, and they end up eating together. It had lightened the mood a lot and Jungkook was thankful for that, even if he could not ignore the gaze of Yoongi following him sometimes. « I am going to go home, I am tired, bye everyone ! » They all waved at him, and he jogged away to the corridor. He didn't have practice today, so he was free to go home early. He was tired, and he just wanted to rest, sitting on his couch eating something not healthy and finally going to sleep. He was ready to go to the bus stop when someone called him : « Jungkook ? -Oh jeez Noona, you scared me... » She laughed. « Sorry, sorry. So where are you going ? -Home. I don't have practice today. -Do you want a ride, I am leaving to. -No it's fine. I am going to take the bus. -You sure, it doesn't bother me. It's kinda on my way. » He finally accepted and was now sited on her car, a bunch of on his knees. She drove in silence, don't really minding his presence. « You're going back to your apartment ? -No I am going to work. -Oh... » The silence was kinda awkward. Jungkook was fidgeting on the seat, not finding a position. « Are you okay Jungkook ? You seem nervous ? -No... -Is it because of me ? Did I do something wrong ? -No it's not you Noona, it's... Can I ask you something ? -Yeah I guess. -Did you date Yoongi hyung ? » Y/n looked at him surprised, her mouth gaping like a fish. « What make you think that ? -I don't know he was strange while talking about you...I assumed you had dated before or something... -We did not date Jungkook. -Really ? So what is the problem ? » She bited her lip, visibly hesitant. « We were in first year, we had the same friends and just imagine a very drunk Yoongi and a very drunk myself making out in a closet. -What ?! -Yeah... Not really proud of this. For our defense, it was our first frat party... -So what ? -What you felt between me and Yoongi it was awkwardness. We just made everything since this day to avoid each other. We are just very awkward around each other. -Oh... » Jungkook could not believe what he just heard. It was kinda funny, but he could not stop thinking about the fact that Yoongi had kissed Y/n, his kinda girlfriend, before himself. « This is awkward indeed... -Don't tell him I told you, okay. He would be pissed at me. -No it's fine, I can keep a secret. -We are seing each other since two days, and I am already asking you to keep things away from yours friends. -It's fine I swear ! »

They finally arrived at his house. She stayed in the car, simply waving at him goodbye before she drove away. He entered his apartment and it felt strangely lonely. He played overwatch for a while, before preparing some instant noodles. He worked out for a bit and took a shower before going to bed, but he could not sleep. He was tired this afternoon why could he not sleep now. He took his phone and tried to text Taehyung. He did not answer. What a shitty friend... He finally remembered he had to text Y/n to give her the hour of his game. It was one in the morning she was probably asleep, but she would just see the text in the morning. He sent the text and sat on his bed, he was pretty surprised when he received an answer. I'll be there. But why are you not asleep ? I can't sleep. It is late. You have practice tomorrow ? Yes but it's fine Just go to bed Jungkook You are not sleeping either I am still at work. Had something to finish at the studio. Go to bed Noona Stop giving me order kid, you should be the one sleeping He laughed at that. He was not a kid. I am not a kid Noona No, you're manly Junkook Yeah I am No but seriously go to bed I'll go to bed when you'll go to Jungkookie.... You are not very cooperative tonight.... I am never cooperative Well, that's good to know Shit did he just say something wrong I could not go out with someone who agree with me all the time. It would be super boring. I am leaving now, I've finished my work. What are you going to do after ? Take a shower and sleep until forever, what you should be doing right now. But I can't sleep Noona..... Read, it's going to make you sleep Reading make you sleep ? When it's my music theory book yeah Jungkook was rolling in his bed, his phone in his hands, giggling like a school girl. I am going to impress you Noona Really and how ? During the game obviously You seem very confident You'll see I am not impressed easily Jeon Jungkook You will be They kept talking like this for a while until she told him that she was going to sleep. I need my beauty sleep now, good night Jungkookie Good night Noona He was smiling when he put his phone away. He fell asleep pretty easily after this and dreamed of a girl with a heady scent. The day after Jungkook had learned through his years of sport practice how to block out the crowd and keep his focus only on the game but the fact that he could not see Y/n in the crowd was making him stressed. Maybe she had a problem, maybe she could not come, and she had sent him a text that he had not seen, maybe she simply did not want to come. He was absolutely not concentrate. It only became worse when the point guard from the other team took his ball and mark a point. « Concentrate Jungkook ! What the fuck are you doing ? -I am sorry... » But it did not become better at all. He tried to not touch the ball anymore to not drag his team down but it was pretty useless. "You can do it Jungkook!" His head snapped in the sound direction. Y/n was standing in the middle of the crazy supporters, smiling at him proudly. He smiled back and he felt suddenly very different. « Come on Jungkook ! » The ball left his hands as he shot it at the three-point line, following the ball with his eyes as it successfully went sunk through the hoop. A loud sheer erupted from the bench. Y/n was clapping loudly, nudging her friend with her elbow. Jungkook High-fived his teammates as they went back into their starting positions, Jungkook's eyes found their way to Y/n who had been cheering loudly. Y/n turned her head just in time to notice Jungkook watching her and smiled brightly. Jungkook felt his cheeks begin to burn before he snapped his head back towards the game. Jungkook ran down the court trying to find an opening for Namjoon to pass the ball but couldn't find , maybe he had overestimated his skills. Because even if he had told Y/n he would impress her, the pressure was big. Namjoon never got the chance to pass the ball as the other team managed to steal it. Out of the corner of Jungkook's eye he saw Y/n tensing in her place, her eyes fixing something behind him. "Jungkook !" Before Jungkook could even register the warning, something was pushing him forward and towards the floor. He landed ungracefully on the wooden floor face first, squeezing his eyes closed while trying to handle the stinging pain that was forming at a rapid pace,"Jungkook! Oh my god !" He felt himself being turned onto his back and his head elevated from the ground. Finally, opening his eyes, he tried blinking away the white spots that had formed in his vision. His vision suddenly shifted as a face came into his line of sight, blocking out the bright florescent lights of the basketball court. Oh, someone pushed him, and he fell on his face like an idiot.

"Are you okay?"Y/n asked softly while continuing to be the only thing that Jungkook could see,"Do you still know where you are?" « Yeah I am fine... -He pushed you hard, are you sure ? -It was an accident » said a voice behind them. It was the other player, who had legit threw him on the floor. Jungkook knew it was not an accident. But it was not the moment to fight, he was not in position to do so anyway. « It was not an accident, you pushed him on purpose, everyone saw it. » Jungkook was lowkey happy she was tacking his defense. He was just scarred they were just going to fight in the end. « It's fine Noona, I can keep playing - Are you sure ? -Yeah, I am fine » She did not say anything, she helped him to stand up again, checking if he wasn't injured much and returned at her seat. Jungkook could see she was worried, but se did not do a thing to make him stop playing, did not order him to stop, like some other alphas. She was simply watching him from afar, smiling slightly. « Let's continue then ! » Jungkook's team won the game this night. He tried to avoid the alpha who pushed him as much as possible during the game and when he scored the final point he could not focus on anything but the victory he was going to celebrate with his team-mates. He high-fived all his friends, cheering with them for a moment before returning to Y/n. « Noona ! -Oh Jungkookie ! Congratulation ! You played so well ! I am really impressed ! -You did not think it was boring ? -No ! It was really cool ! I am really proud of you ! » Jungkook was already happy of winning, basketball meant a lot to him. Knowing he had the support of Y/n was just even better. « That was pretty cool! », said the girl next to her. She was the one who was there at the mall the second time they saw each other. « Oh you don't remember me ! I am Hana, I am Y/n's roommate ! -Nice to meat you Noona -Noona ? Oh I love him already. » Jungkook laughed shyly, fidgeting. « Are you going to celebrate your victory with your team ? -Yeah, I am going to change, and we are going to leave. -Well, have fun, we see each other soon » She smiled at him waving goodbye, following Hana to the exit. He was happy at this moment. A deep feeling of fulfillment invading his chest. He hurried to join his teammate, changing his clothes as fast as he can, all the other were already gone waiting for him outside. But when he exited the gymnasium, his friends were not there, but the other alpha was. He was leaning on a wall, his eyes traveling along Jungkook's form. « So, what took you so long omega... » Jungkook tensed almost instantly. What the fuck did he want ? « It's none of your business. Who are you even ? » The guy came closer. Jungkook wanted to step back. His entire body was reacting to the alpha presence, he was dangerous, as an omega he needed to show submission. But it was not gonna happen. « An alpha, that you should respect. I am your superior, so shut your mouth and just do as I say. -Maybe you are used to omegas doing everything you want but this is not gonna happen. Just go find your stupid teammate and fucking mind your own business. -Your fighting back hm ? Not for long... » The alpha threw his fist at Jungkook, but Jungkook had fast reflex, and just at the moment where the other fist was going to hit him, he avoided the hit. But the alpha was strong and fast, and he just pushed Jungkook against the wall. « You know what, you look cute. I am gonna give it to you and you are going to take it well. I am sure you want it, all omegas are slut for knot and that now this bitch is not hear to interfere » Jungkook wanted to throw up. But he had a far better idea. When his knee connected with the alpha stomach and that this one step back enough for Jungkook to run, he raced away as fast as he could. He ran for a while not looking where he was going. So when he ran into someone in the parking lot he didn't even realise where he was. « Is this a thing for you to run into me ? » Y/n. « Jungkook what happened ? -Y/n... -Why do I smell an alpha on you ? What happened ? -He was waiting for me... I don't know... » She took him in her arms, clenching hard on him, as he was trembling from the backlash of what just happened. They stayed like this for a while, as he was breathing her scent slowly, calming himself. When she let go, Jungkook could see that something was still wrong. « Noona, your eyes... » They were red as blood, piercing like daggers, it was scarring him. « It is fine... I just need time to calm myself. The most important is that you are okay. You're okay right ? -Yes I am... He did not touch me... -Fine, fine... » They sat in silence for a while. Y/n breathing through her nose slowly like some sort of relaxation technique. « Are you still going with your friends ? -No, I just texted them that I would not. -You should, it would change your mind a bit. -I am not the one who need distraction. You're right » she said laughing slowly. « Do you want me to drive you ? -Yeah please. » They drove in silence. Even if Y/n's eyes were back to normal, Jungkook could feel she was still tense. « We're here. » Silence. « Noona, I... -Don't say anything.... » She turned herself in his direction. Jungkook was hoping hard that she was going to kiss him. And when she lane on him, her lips meeting his finally, he almost jumped of joy. Her lips were soft, moving gently on his lips. « Jungkook are you okay ? -Yeah... » he breathed. She chuckled and kissed him again. Still, slowly like she didn't want to scare him. « Alphas are not all like this right ? You're never going to hurt me ? -I am never going to hurt you. Never going to force you to do something you don't want. I... I want to.... » She didn't finish her answer, passing her thumb on his lips, the intimate contact making him shivered. « Good night Jungkook. -Good night Noona. »

[tryingtobts]

Was It Worth It?- Memory 9

A/N: Honestly, I have this whole fic done in my notes and I want to post everything but I won’t because why not. Also I took inspiration from Mean Girls the musical for this chapter and the next chapters are going to have references to other musicals too.  Well, Enjoy!! Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x M!reader Trigger warning: Angst Was it worth it? Intro Memories: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Present Fates: 1 2 3 Memory 9 - Our Heartbreak

It was Thanksgiving break of our freshman college year. I was invited to a party by Jihan and of course I was told not to bring (Y/n). I hesitated knowing that (Y/n) wanted to spend thanksgiving weekend with me since the problems at home didn’t get better for him and my parents wouldn’t mind (Y/n) staying over. But I wanted to go to the party and stay with (Y/n). I didn’t know who to agree to. Eventually, Jae came to visit to whine about me not going to the party.

“Come on Jungkoooook! You know you want to go.” He whined.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and told him, “I don’t know Jae. (Y/n) and I have hit a rough patch and it’s better if we spend tomorrow together since it’s our anni-“

“But wouldn’t you rather have fun with everyone else and meet new people rather than sit through another Disney movie?” He asked.

“Actually, I enjoy spending time with (Y/n) and watching movies. It’s not like I can’t make an excuse for missing our anniversary.” I defended.

Jae rolled his eyes and held out his hand and said, “Phone please.” I looked at him confused.

“Come on trust me!” He said and gave a toothy smile.

I hesitated and unlocked my phone. As soon as it was unlocked, he snatched it.

“Hey-“ I yelled before he covered my mouth with his hand.

He looked through my contacts and dialled (Y/n). My eyes widened and I tried to get my phone back but failed as (Y/n) picked up. I froze and Jae put it on speaker.

“Hey bunny! What’s up? You need something?” (Y/n)’s cheerful voice rang through the phone.

Jae gagged and answered back, “Actually, it’s Jae. Jungkook can’t talk right now.”

“Oh? Is he alright?” His worried voice questioned.

“Umm kinda? I came to check on him since he hasn’t been answering my texts and it turns out this kid has been sick and can’t talk. His parents reluctantly let me in because he’s so sick.” Jae said with a fake worried voice.

“Ah really? Is Jungkook there with you right now?” (Y/n) asked.

Jae answered, “Yea but he’s asleep right now. I just wanted to inform you so you don’t come over and get sick too. I can leave a message for him if you want.”

There was a short silence before (Y/n) hummed and said, “mmk, just let him know to text me when he gets better and I’ll visit him in the next few days to check up on him.”

“Got it! Bye bye (Y/n).” Jae exclaimed before hanging up.

He whistled, “Wow, I didn’t know he was that oblivious! What a dumbass!”

I glared at him before elbowing him and getting my phone back. I was going to text (Y/n) back but Jae stopped me.

“Look, you wanted an excuse and I gave you one. Now, you can come to the party and see (Y/n) later.” He said.

I hesitated but put my phone away in defeat. I looked down in thought if this is what I truly wanted. Jae patted my back before leading me to his car to drive us to the store to buy stuff for the party.

The next day I went to the party with guilt. I started to drink so I can forget that I’m not with (Y/n). That I’m lying to him. After an hour, I couldn’t think straight, not when a familiar girl came up to me. Not when I flirted with her. Not when a familiar boy told me to come with him and that I was too drunk. Not when the girl smiled a devilish smile and asked about (Y/n). Not even when I laughed and yelled that (Y/n) was a nobody and I didn’t love him. Not when the I kissed the girl roughly. Only when the boy choked a sob did I realize what I said. Only when I looked at the girl and recognise her as Nari. Only when the boy became (Y/n) and he walked out with tears in his eyes. Only when I ran after him was when my guilt came back and I sobered up.

I grabbed his arm and turned him around. His angry eyes pierced me and I flinched under his gaze. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to the punch.

“How could you?! They said- I thought- How could you?!” He demanded.

“I- Jae said that- I wanted- you-“ I tried but I couldn’t get my explanation out because I couldn’t save myself this time.

“You lied to me! I visited your house to bring you soup, I was greeted with your confused parents saying that you went to Jihan’s house for a party!” He yelled and held up the bag that contained the food.

“They wanted me to come and didn’t want me to bring you! T-They didn’t think you would be fun.” I managed to spit out, thinking that the truth would help me.

It made things worse as (Y/n)’s expression turned darker, he scoffed, “That’s what’s always with you and your ‘friends’. You think that as long as you all have fun that everything is fine when you hurt people along the way. I’m done with you Jungkook.”

My eyes widened and I tried to argue against him, “It was your idea the be friends with them when we met them during class-“

He sarcastically laughed, “Honey, that’s not a friend! You’re more in that relationship with Nari then you ever were with me! You all think you’re so clever. You all think I’m so fucking dumb. You know, I might hate their guts, but here’s something you don’t seem to see, at least they had the guts to not pretend to love me!”

Shocked at his words, I reached my hand out and weakly said, “(Y/n)-“

He slapped my hand away, “NO! It’s fine! I’ll be fine! Go be fine with her!” He screamed.

He looked at the bag and took the food out, “And Happy Anniversary” And threw the soup container at me causing soup to drench me.

He walked away from me I couldn’t do anything but stare at his retreating form. I felt weak and my knees gave out. I hugged myself and sobbed. In denial, I thought ‘I’ll get him back. Yes! I-I’ll apologize next time I see him! Then we can work everything out together. He said he would be by my side forever! He’ll keep his promise for sure. (Y/n) never breaks his promises.’

I smiled to the sky before wiping my tears away and returning to the party to forget what just occurred. Denying that (Y/n) won’t forgive me.

I noticed Taeho looking at me weirdly as I entered before leading me up to a room and forcing me to change out of my wet clothes. His eyes held something close to pity but his words were something harsh, “Jeez JK. I know (Y/n) and I don’t get along but cheating is kinda harsh, ya know? I think you’ve had enough stuff to deal with tonight, just stay here and sleep off the alcohol. Hopefully, he’s willing to take you back but I doubt it.”

I looked at him confused and my words made his eyes swell with pity, “(Y/n) loves me, he’ll take me back for sure! Plus we didn’t break up, we didn’t end it. T-This is just a hiccup in our relationship!”

He sighed and put me in the bed before turning away towards the door.

He turned the lights off and walked out but not before mumbling, “This is something more than a hiccup, JK. But it’s not my problem, I wish you luck on that.”

The door closes behind him and I’m left alone. I slept easily in denial and had pleasant dreams of me and (Y/n), together and happy.