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synopsis: bf!jungkook x black gf!reader
synopsis: going to jungkookâs tattoo shop after work is a daily routine that you love, especially when you can show off your cute pink outfits to him all the time!
warning: fluff, kissing (quick peck on the lips), reader is black coded, reader uses she/her prns, jungkook loves readerâs smile, let me know if thereâs more!
a/n: I was going to post this on Jkâs bday, but I was too busy to finish :(
The doorbell chimed as you entered jungkookâs shop, heels clicking on the hardware floor as you walked further into the establishment. Cold air conditioner on to prevent any type of heat, all black furniture and dim lights just the way jungkook likes it.
Walking further into the back of the shop, you could hear the faint sounds of his tattoo gun. Knocking before entering, jungkook didnât need to look up, hearing your heels click with every slow step was just enough for him to know it was you. âHi baby.â Jungkook spoke voice coming out in a small whisper yet you still heard him smiling from ear to ear as you watched him focus on his clients tattoos that was on his forearm.
âHi babe.â Was all you said taking a seat in the corner of the room where his desk was. Drawings, pencil shavings and pencils scattered his desk. Jungkook was a amazing drawer, he was always excited to create pieces for his clients that wanted a surprise tattoo, letting his creative mind run wild. You smiled seeing the pink drawing notebook you gifted him on his birthday opened on his desk with drawings on the pages.
Jungkook loved it, it stood out from his already filled up drawing notebooks that were black or a dark grey. He loved it to the point that he carried it everywhere he goes instead of leaving it in the shop on his shelf where the others are. He practically scolded anyone that teased him for having it. âYou laughing?â Hard glare set on his face as the person stops their laughter.
âHow was your day?â Bringing you out of your thoughts, you looked up at jungkook to see him still working. âHmm it was ok, my co-worker kept stressing me out âbout the way I did things saying âitâs common sense to do it this wayâ â you rolled your eyes remembering how much she kept nagging you at the cafe, even while you were taking a customer. It was embarrassing yet you put on a smile keeping a professional tone as you fixed your âmistake.â
âThat sucks..Iâd hate to come up there and cause problems.â Jungkook smiled turning to look at you for a split second just to see you laughing along with him. The smile that always manages to melt his heart. âAs much as I love that, I still need my job.â Jungkook nodded his head understanding, wiping his design with green soap to get rid of extra ink. Straightening his back you could here the groan leaving his lips as he stretched a little.
Both him and his client stood up after the long session. Walking to the front of the shop for jungkookâs client to pay. You could here a faint âhave a good dayâ before heavy footsteps could be heard from jungkookâs chunky black combat boots.
you stood up from his desk as he entered the room, the smile gracing his face as he took in your outfit. âYou look amazing, pretty.â Jungkook mumbled, pulling you closer by the waist. Planting a kiss on your lips causing your lip gloss to smudge on his lips. You smiled as you rubbed the access off with your thumb, pink acrylic grazing his top lip slightly in the process.
âIf you keep smiling like that, my next customer is going to be hearing things.â Raising his pierced eyebrow, he smirked seeing you giggle. You knew the effect you had on him and you tease him every time.
your pink platform heels clicked against the floor as you moved away from jungkook, watching your every move as you leaned against his desk. âWhatâs stopping you?â
Jungkook gave you a âsay lessâ look before jogging towards the front door of his shop flipping his sign, not regretting his decisions for his clients that has been book for today.
Jungkookâs tattoo shop: closed
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Happy international womenâs day lovelies <3
Itâs international womenâs day, so what better way to thank you and show you his admiration than having his cock curving into you, brushing against your tight walls and hitting your cervix? Having you cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly, not giving you a chance to catch your breath.
Heâs so thankful to have you in his life. He wants to show you how empowering you are, and how much you inspire him. He wants to use this day to show you that he recognises all of your aspects and contributions.
Heâs shown you how thankful he is for you, told you, and now he wants you to feel it. The great woman that you are⌠The good woman that you areâŚ
So ready for him to fuck you like his life depends on it. Burying himself inside of you with so much precision and eagerness that it has you crying out for him. Nails clawing at his back, leaving your mark so people know he belongs to you.
The flower arrangement sits on your bedside, a small gesture to show his appreciation for you, even though at the moment heâs showing his appreciation in other ways.
Despite his harsh thrusts, his hands are careful as they roam your body. Touch like silk. His words just the same, so soft and delicate as his words flow through your ears and run through your body, making your pussy clench around him. Your juices coating his cock and the sheets below you. Youâre always so wet for him.
âNghh pleaseâ you cry out as his balls repeatedly slap against your ass, him hurried deep inside of you to the point heâs knocked all the air out of you.
âPlease what baby?â He looks at you to see if youâre in any pain. He knows he can get too carried away, he canât help it. Especially when he can feel your pussy clenching around him, sucking him in.
âToo goodâ you let out a breathy whimper, âtoo goodâ he kisses your collarbone as he whispers an âI knowâ. His own voice failing him as a whimper escapes his lips too. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets himself bask in everything that is you. Your pussy, your scent, your embrace, everything about you.
And when you both cum undone, him throbbing inside you as you both come down from your high, thick liquid oozing out of you, mixing with your juices, is when heâll remind you of how much you mean to him.
And heâll fuck you again and again and again, because showing you his appreciation is better than just telling you.
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cherry bomb | jungkook (m)
pairing: jungkook x fem reader
summary: âget fucked or dieâ becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.
genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au
word count: 7.1k
warnings: multiple minor character deaths, blood, gore, violence (including gun and knife use), mentions of alcohol consumption. virgin-shaming and slut-shaming, oral (fem receiving), riding, virgin!reader, first-time sex, protected sex, hair-pulling, biting, fingering, dirty talk, virgin kink/corruption kink, fuckboy JK. is JK a sub or a masochist here? answer: i donât fucking know!
a/n: inspired by the movie cherry falls (2000). heed the warnings. remember that this is fiction, not meant to be entirely realistic, and characters' views/actions don't represent my own. if this kind of content is not up your alley just block me or make use of the wonderful filtering option in your account settings
sources for the fic dividers: one | two
link to part 2
CHERRY BOMB
don't wanna die? come out and hook up with a sexy girl or guy.
virgins get in free!
THIS FRIDAY
NOV 3, 20XX
[address here]
"very corny." you shake your head, looking at the party flyer in your hands. you'd just torn it down from the bulletin board in your dorm lobby; unauthorized advertisements arenât allowed, and your job as RA involves these menial-ass tasks. "this is literally life or death...why are they turning it into a joke?"
"it is a joke," your friend camille says, snatching the flyer out of your hands to look it over. "think about it. 10 students get killed since we came back in august, and the semester isn't even over yet. the school administration and local police haven't done nearly enough to address it or stop any more deaths. and the common denominator is that all these people were suspected or confirmed virgins?â you havenât seen the evidence yourself, but the daughter of one of the local policemen claimed every victim also had virgin carved into some part of their dead body. âyeah, i'd say it's a joke to pretty much everyone at this point. this is what happens when you let the students come up with a solution."
camille hands the flyer back to you, and you hold it limply. "but...it's not like you can look at someone and tell if they're a virgin. the killer must've known them all personally. it just doesn't make sense."
"some of those people had no mutual friends. nothing connecting them whatsoever. not even shared extracurriculars. it's gotta be a perverted stalker with a fetish, maybe. a scorned hacker who somehow got into their private conversations 'n' shit? or maybe he consulted the cards to know whoâd fucked before and who hadnât.â
âoh please.â you scoff. ânow youâre being completely ridiculous. tarot cards arenât gonna tell you if someoneâs a virgin or not.â
âthen you come up with a better explanation. either way, these folksâ" camille points to the flyer "âaren't taking their chances."
"hm..." you keep staring at the flyer, looking at the shiny-red cherries, condoms, sex toys, and other sex-related objects decorating the paper. whoever designed this really wasn't playing.
"so, are you gonna go?" camille asks with a sidelong glance. "free admittance, after all."
your neck burns under the collar of your shirt. "are you?" neither of you have had sex yet, for differing reasons. camille's reason was almost complete indifference to the whole act.
she gives you a look that says i could give a shit. "...you know the answer to that one, dear. so you're not even thinking about it? as much as you have cried to me and lorelai about not being able to find a man you like enough to give it up for, our killer here probably already knows. you practically have a âcome kill meâ bullseye on your back.â
"i don't know," you say, because you genuinely are thinking about it. âand stop trying to fucking scare me.â despite your logical brain trying to reason with you, you still feel a sense of underlying terror about being the next victim. "the virgin killer," as they'd nicknamed the freak, clearly prefers a specific type of victim, and all kills have been random and unpredictable other than thatâand the fact that every victim attended your university. he also seems partial to using a knife on his victims, but even that isnât guaranteedâ3 of the 10 had been killed in ways other than stabbing. "i donât know why youâre so nonchalant about this, though."
camille shrugs. "if he comes for me, i'll just spray him with my illegal mace and kick his nuts into his throat. then tie him up and wait for my dad to come blow his head off. there are some advantages to having a gun nut for a dad."
you chuckle at the absurdity of it. "you've got it all planned out, then."
--
FRIDAY, NOV 3
taking a rideshare to the party was a smart idea on lorelai's part, because the two little shots you took to pre-game already have you feeling woozy. or maybe it's just your nerves.
the cherry bomb is located at a mansion that isnât really a mansion, but a large once-abandoned house one of the fraternities fixed up years ago for throwing off-campus parties.
the party is stacked wall to wall with people when you enter, though from what you can see, no one has actually started fucking yetâmaybe they're saving that for the supposed orgy later in the night. you just hope you can get someone in one of the backrooms before that happens, because you're not really keen on having everyone in your class knowing what your tits look like.
you have one simple mission here tonightâlose your long-held virginity and get off the virgin killer's radar. once that's done, you'll make your exit.
"actually, i'm surprised anyone else showed up. other than you, who wants to willingly admit that they're still a virgin in college?" lorelai shudders. you roll your eyes and try not to feel offended, sucking your teeth.
"you were more than welcome to stay back at the dorm."
"no! i'm here for moral support, plus i don't want to be alone tonight. i don't care who this killer targets, it's getting too crazy out here to just be letting your guard down anymore."
well, you won't argue that.
you and lorelai dance to the song booming over the multiple speakers, scanning the room for potential hookups all the while. you become more alert when you recognize a familiar length of black hair coming through the front door, plus the tattoos and piercings to match.
you're not surprised jungkook came. he has his pick of untouched and easily corruptible virgins here, which has always been his thing; you've heard him brag about it to his seatmates more than once in your shared elective. not to mention the stories you've heard from the women who actually fucked him. as far as you could figure, it was the usual male ego posturing bullshit about being able to say he was someoneâs firstâand likely best. for that reason, alarm rises when he makes eye contact and starts making a beeline for where you and lorelai are.
"oh, here comes the campus bicycle," lorelai says, voice deadpan.
you continue watching him from the corner of your eye, trying to see if he's just approaching someone in your general vicinity, but no. once he shoves his way through the crowd of dancers, some unashamedly groping at his body as he does, he stops right in front of you two.
"so, are you here for the same reason i am?" he asks you, grinning like the devil himself. "or are you looking to get that sweet little cherry popped?"
the backs of your knees sweat. "umâlatter, i guess." you hadn't meant to answer that honestly, but to say you are caught off-guard is understating it. you can count on one hand the number of times you and jungkook have talked to each other in class, and never about anything of this nature.
"you're not gonna ask me?" lorelai says.
jungkook gives a hearty laugh; you didn't think it was that funny. "everyone knows you're not a virgin, why waste my time?"
"wow, okay. fuck you. you're no saint yourself." she huffs.
"anywayâŚ" jungkook returns his attention to you. "have you really never done anything before? not even sucked a dick? there's no way someone hasn't tried to hit that. not even some 'backdoor action only' like those weird religious girls?"
"is that any of your business? i didn't know we had to give a rundown of our lack of sexual experience before getting laid around here." you snap.
jungkook's eyelids lower a fraction. "i'm tryna decide how easy i should go on you, babe. i mean, if you wanna take this in one of the rooms. otherwise, i'll let someone else have a go if you're not interested."
unfortunately, you are interested, despite his overly blunt manner and objectifying language. even though you know youâll just become another entry on his long list of flingsâsomeone heâll tell his boys about laterâmaybe the fear of death is making you impulsive.
but maybe his looks are playing a part in it, too.
he's imposing with his physique and his all-black attire, his shirt so tight that you can clearly see his pectoral muscles and his nipples, his unbuttoned leather jacket doing nothing to hide those details. you can easily imagine yourself running your hands across those pecs, squeezing them, rubbing your fingers against his nipples and making him moan underneath you, feeling and seeing his abs contract through this stupid-ass shirt that must've been painted on. this brief fantasy immediately dampens your panties.
"âŚi'm interested," you affirm, dragging your gaze back up to his eyes, and he smirks from knowing you were obviously checking him out.
knowing the direction this is going in, lorelai taps you on the back and whispers in your ear. âhave fun but donât do anything stupid, yeah? iâm not playing auntie to any offspring you and this dude pop out, sis. use protection.â then she makes her exit to go find herself a partner for the night.
âso, come on.â jungkook nods his head in the direction of the stairs, and you follow him through the crowd as he leads you up the winding staircase. you squeeze past two girls kissing on the staircase railing, their motions a bit unsure as if theyâve never done it before but clearly still enjoying themselves.
jungkook pushes a few doors in until he finds an empty room, and you try not to ogle at the random couples you see along the way. not even an hour in and the two shots must be wearing off, because your body is beginning to buzz with nervousness again.
jungkook closes the door behind him when you both step into the room, which is lit by one lamp on a nightstand and the open window beside the bed. he reaches for you, and you shiver when his hand grasps the side of your face, the other snaking around your waist.
âscared?â he asks, his voice low. you shake your head, and he grins. ârelax.â he leans in as if to kiss you and you part your lips, but he doesnât do that just yet. he traces your top lip and then your bottom lip with his tongue, dipping it into your mouth as he switches. the teasing nature of his actions makes your body heat up as you watch a string of saliva spread and then break between the both of you.
he presses back in for a real kiss this time, his nose bumping yours. despite all your fears about tonight, youâre able to unwind somewhat and just focus on the full sensory experience that is this kissâthe warmth of his hands and his mouth, the sappy sound your lips make when they separate and come back together, the scent of his cologne, the taste of his spearmint-flavored tongue.
you find yourselves inching toward the bed, him walking you backwards while keeping you steady. just as the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, there's the sound of a woman's bloodcurdling scream from behind you, and you nearly shove jungkook to the ground in your haste to run to the door. your fingers are scrabbling at the doorknob when you hear a burst of laughter. a guy you don't recognize crawls out from under the bed holding his phone up, displaying a youtube video of the shower scene in the movie psycho, which is where the noise is coming from.
"that was funny as fuck." the guy laughs obnoxiously loud, holding his stomach. âdonât get too carefree or you just might die, girlie.â
jungkook grabs the guy by his jacket collar like he's a kid and throws him out the door; the guy doesn't object because he knows this is preferable to getting his ass beaten by the bigger man. "fuck outta here, you jackass." jungkook snaps.
jungkook stomps over to the closet to yank it open. "any more idiots in here wanna show themselves?" he checks a couple more areas before deciding the room is clear and closing the door again, locking it for good measure.
âokay.â he sighs, stripping off his jacket and shoes. he takes your hand and pulls you toward him as he sits on the bed. ârelax, baby. forget about that fucking clown. come âere. why donât you sit on my lap?â
with a heavy exhale, you try to steady your still-shaking hands as you shuck your boots off and pull your dress up slightly to comfortably sit in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist.
he squeezes your waist. âso, where were we? i donât really rememberâŚâ
you huff out a half-amused laugh. âreally? iâm pretty sure it was thisâŚâ you lean forward with your hands on his shoulders and press your lips back onto his. jungkook follows in kind, his hands running up from your thighs to your waist and back again. the rhythm of his hands is hypnotic, distracting you as you try to keep most of your focus on the kiss, and you fear you may be getting overstimulated before anything has truly began.
as you continue kissing, jungkookâs hands creep your dress further up your thighs until your panties are revealed. still feeling up your legs, his hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear. they have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you arenât surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk, though it makes you roll your eyes.
jungkook whispers against your lips, âletâs try something. will you sit on my face?â you stare at him without a word, not expecting this to be the first thing he proposes. at your response, or lack of, he adds, âi want to make you feel good. do you want me to taste you?â his voice is so soft, so unassuming and cloying, that it makes you feel like a lamb clutched gently in the mouth of a wolf.
your brain is already surrendering to it. âyes.â
you get another kiss and a smile. jungkook moves you out of his lap, shuffles further up the bed, and lies down so that heâs flat on his back, his head surrounded by the pillows. he gestures for you to follow.
taking your time, you slide your panties off and crawl up the bed until youâre near his face and heâs lying below you looking like heâs struck gold. he grabs your hips to bring you closer until youâre right over his mouth. youâre embarrassed to have someone looking at you from this angle for the first time, and youâre about to get too into your head about it when he french kisses your inner thigh, blanking out your mind.
the only thing you know from then on is that his mouth is burning hot. his tongue is everywhere. he licks at you delicately to test the waters, and then more firmly when your thighs tremble around his head, in an effort to elicit the same response.
the way he fits his mouth over your entire pussy and sucks it with just the right amount of pressure so that it wonât hurt makes you feel faint. the way he slides the flat of his tongue over your clit only to suck it gently at the end of the stroke makes you cry out louder than you intended. youâre glad he moved further up the bed for this, because youâre holding onto the headboard for dear life.
the only things youâre aware of are your own out-of-control moans and the wet sounds of jungkookâs mouth working you over. all of it has you so overwrought that youâre already reaching your peak, your grip on the headboard weakening.
jungkook seems to know this without you telling him anything. he pauses and looks up at you with a fucked-out smirk and a wet mouth. you donât know whether to thank him or curse him for giving you a break. âbefore you come, fuck my face.â
âwh-what?â
ârub that wet fucking cunt on my face.â heat flares through your body at his frank words. âgrab my hair and just ride my face.â he reaches up to take your hands off the headboard and places them in his hair. âyou can do it, baby. fucking use me.â
it takes you a minute to get over the fresh wave of embarrassment and find a pace that works, because the connection between your brain and body feels like itâs frying and your coordination is off. jungkook helps guide your hips, especially with how youâre trembling from pleasure and close to falling apart. soon enough, youâre letting go of yourself and moving your hips enthusiastically, if a little clumsily, and chasing your climax. you savor the feel of your clit sliding across his wet tongue and his soft hair in between your fingers, and you push his head as close as it can get.
you come while screaming, dizzyingly immersed in the pleasure. you forget that youâre holding his hair as you yank roughly on it. the only thing that matters to you is that jungkookâs mouth is still sucking your clit through the best physical sensation youâve ever experienced.
when he finally lets go and gives you reprieve, you collapse beside him on the pillows.
âiâm sorry,â you mumble, disoriented. âabout your hair, i mean?â
jungkook laughs. itâs funny how shiny-wet his face isâand that you caused it, which is kind of hard to believe in the aftermath of it. âthe pain is what gets my dick hard. donât worry.â
you chuckle breathlessly at that, and for a few seconds you both have that funny little moment to yourselves in all the ridiculousness of the overarching situation.
then jungkookâs hand is reaching for you again. âiâm not done with that pussy yet, though.â he brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. he slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance, until youâre shifting your hips closer to him to implore him for more. he grants your request by sliding his finger all the way inside.
having a finger inside you feels okay at first, though not as good as his actions a few seconds ago. jungkook decides to amplify your pleasure by placing his lips on your neck, leaving gentle and wet kisses behind, and you become all too aware of the feeling of your hardened nipples against the material of your dress. the pleasure begins to heighten when his finger finds a place inside of you that makes you throb, your walls clenching around him.
âahâŚâ you gasp and shift eagerly against his body as he keeps stimulating that spot, not thrusting his finger into you but simply stroking it across that area in a come here motion.
jungkook pulls away from your neck to smile at his handiwork. âthatâs better, right?â he whispers, watching your reactions. your lips form around the word yes, though itâs difficult to try to speak, and you worry how unsteady your voice might sound. he waits until youâre clutching at his arm, leaving red lines on his skin from your fingernails, to carefully push another finger in beside the first. you try to breathe evenly, though his refusal to let up on that spot has your lungs stuttering for air all over again. his nose nudges your ear as he leans even closer and whispers, âthere are so many different spots to find, so many different ways to make you come; i wanna go looking for them all.â
jungkook angles his hand so that his palm is also stimulating your clit, his fingers thrusting slowly now. you turn your head away from him as your body becomes ablaze, unsure what to do with yourself as your climax nears quickly.
âwould you let me do that? learn your body like no one else has done?â he kisses the shell of your ear, and even that small action is enough to tip you closer to the edge with how your body is already so fired up. âwho else could make you feel as good?â
this orgasm makes your eyes fill with involuntary tears, and little clear droplets bleed down the sides of your face and towards your ears as your body convulses. jungkook kisses the wet trails they make on your face, still fingering you steadily and forcing another urgent cry out of you. you feel untethered from yourself, like youâre not in control of your reactions, and you donât know whether to be afraid of that or not.
jungkook pulls his fingers out when you have mostly calmed down, watching strands of your wetness drip between them before sliding them into his mouth.
after you come the second time, you begin to tire. the deeds have been done, and if you want, you can confidently go back out to the party now and say youâre no longer a virgin; youâre off the unofficial kill list and can live the rest of your days without having to look over your shoulder with every breath.
âŚbut jungkook is hard against your hip, and in all honesty, you donât want to leave without knowing what his dick looks and feels like.
âyou tired?â he asks, and the casual air of it makes your stomach flip, for some reason. he says it as if this is something you two do all the time and heâs used to asking you this after wearing you out during a good session.
but nowâs not the time to get delusional.
âno. i want more.â
jungkook smiles broadly, teasing his lip ring with his teeth. he sits up to peel that skin-tight shirt off, and you donât bother to stop yourself from staring at all that skin in front of you. your eyes drop further down when he removes his belt and undoes his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down enough for you to see his v-line but not taking them off. is that an invitation for you to do it? "you hold the reins here," he says, lying back on the bed again. "do whatever you want to me."
âwhatever i want?â you repeat, already sitting up. he nods, hands behind his head, and you take the initiative to straddle him again, knowing youâre getting his jeans wet.
you reach for his pecs first, just like youâd imagined downstairs. the firm muscle of them is mesmerizing; but when you slowly circle your thumb against his nipple and his eyes flutter, a small and breathy moan escaping his lips, youâre sure you enjoy this much more.
you play with his nipples and even work up the boldness to purse your lips around one, sucking it softly, and every noise that arises from him makes your clit tingle.
you eventually move your hands to his abs, enjoying how they flex at your touch. you didn't think his navel would be pierced, not hearing that detail in any of the sex tales you've eavesdropped on about jungkook, and you wonder what else you might find out about him tonight.
âyou should do your nipples to match.â you suggest it without much thought as youâre teasing his navel piercing, though you donât regret saying it.
âwould you be into that?â jungkook sounds like heâs actually considering it, watching you from below his lashes.
you grin. you donât know if youâll actually end up having sex with him again to see them, but you answer, âiâd love itâŚitâd be sexy on you.â
sliding your hands further down still, you come to the waistband of his underwear, which is peeking over the top of his lowered jeans. for a second the nervousness returns; jungkook notices how your hands twitch with hesitation. âitâs fine, iâm not gonna bite youâŚunless you ask me to, though. here.â
he slips a hand into his underwear and grips his dick, though he doesnât take it out right away; he strokes the shaft a few times, observing your reaction with expectant and hazy eyes. the scene before you makes your mouth dry. jungkook quickens his pace, twisting his hand at the tip and using his own precum as lube, until you are overcome with the desire to see it and you pull his underwear out of the way.
his cock is thick and flushed and glossy with precum. you donât have much to compare it to, but itâs a good size, and all the previous women have said that he clearly knows what to do with it. he releases it and it slaps against his abs, leaving a streak of precum behind. when you look at him in anticipation of what heâll do next, he grasps it again and starts stroking himself quickly, like heâs trying to get off. the wet slap of his motions and his quiet groans make your walls clench.
âi could keep fucking myself and you could watch, since you seem to prefer itâŚâ he murmurs.
âno, iâletâs go all the way.â
jungkook smirks and answers your decision by pulling a condom out of his jean pocket. you watch as he unwraps it and slips it down his cock. though youâre already straddling him, he grasps your wrist and encourages you to draw nearer to him. âcome here, pretty thing.â
when youâre hovering directly over him, jungkook grips the base and teases his tip against your entrance. âready?â he asks.
âyeah,â you say breathlessly.
itâs a little slow-going, but you eventually end up with him seated inside you. itâs uncomfortable to be taking something bigger than a couple fingers, but it isnât terribly painful.
ânow, try moving your hips like thisâŚâ with his hands on your hips, jungkook helps you grind against him so that your clit slides across his pubic bone with every move. the discomfort begins to ebb out of your mind after a little while of doing this, and you laugh quietly.
âi thoughtâŚi thought this doesnât feel good for men,â you sigh, your eyes closing from the bliss of his firm abdomen stimulating your clit. âthis grinding thing, you know. or so a friend told meâŚâ
jungkook laughs too, but he doesnât confirm it like you expect him to. his only answer is, âa sexy woman on my dick will always feel good.â
he seems to be more about showing than telling, anyway. his hands reach for your breasts, groping them over the fabric of your dress before sliding underneath for better access. sporadic moans escape you as he plays with your nipples, making your clit throb harder and sending more warmth pooling in your abdomen.
your breath wheezes out of you when jungkook starts pushing up into you, his hands still squeezing your breasts. âyouâre okay, babyâŚâ he tries a few different angles until he pulls a visceral reaction out of you, your walls fluttering around him and your body shivering intensely. âmmm, there it is.â
your motions start tapering off as jungkook continues thrusting up against that same spot that had you in tears earlier. noticing this, he slips one hand back down to your hip and encourages you to maintain your pace, keeping your clit stimulated while meeting his thrusts. âyouâre doing goodâŚâ he murmurs. âgo ahead, keep fucking me just like that.â
youâre glad lorelai makes you go to the campus gym with her every week, because otherwise youâd be about to collapse riding him for this long. it takes more of your strength and stamina than youâd expected. no wonder jungkook stays in the gym.
âoh, fuckâŚâ the way all his muscles flex as he repeatedly pushes up into you makes you wetter; you no longer have the wherewithal to be embarrassed about the gushy noises your pussy is creating. your whole world has whittled down to this one room, and all you can think about is your next orgasm.
âpull my hair again,â he requests, his eyes dark and lost in lust when he looks up at you.
"jungkook..." you grip his sweaty hair in your hand and pull it to bare his throat, and he gives a desperate moan, his member jerking inside you. you've never felt so in control of a situation before in your life. it gives you a straight adrenaline-slash-dopamine rush.
his neck is just there and exposed, flushed from exertion, and his physical responses make you feel so primal, like you could do absolutely anything to him right now and heâd enjoy it. because of this, you decide to bite his neck, if only to give your mouth something to do. his dick twitches again when you do, another pretty moan leaving his mouth.
his voice is strained when he says, âbite me harder.â when you let go, your mouth travels the expanse of his neck to leave marks in a few other places, digging in harder just as he asked of you.
âfuck, y/nââ the pain of your teeth is pushing him close to the edge too soon, so he slips his other hand out from under your dress and brings it lower to circle his fingers over your clit. jungkook adding his experienced fingers to his constant stimulation of your g-spot is enough to cause your release. your body slumps onto his as you squeeze around him, your head falling into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and your eyes shutting so tightly that you see wobbling shapes in the darkness.
jungkook gives you a few more thrusts rougher than the rest, causing you to cry out. your climax and the aftershocks have your mind so dizzy that you only just realize that heâs reaching his own peak, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he fills the condom with his cum. you hear him groan next to your ear, the sound of it filthy and uninhibited.
jungkook lifts your head from his shoulder, his thumbs on your cheeks, and his lips meet yours in a final slow kiss, his teeth leaving their mark on your bottom lip as a parting reminder.
you're still trying to get your bearings and slide him out of you when jungkook suddenly says, "what is that noise?"
"huh?" you remain immobile for a moment so you can listen more clearly, and you recognize the sounds of screaming and feet pounding on the floors in a bid to run awayâboth upstairs and downstairs. these don't sound like the same screams of pleasure from earlier. "what the hell?"
you and jungkook scramble to collect your clothes and get dressed, thankful that neither of you stripped down completely, and he throws the used condom into a random corner of the room. you're still making last minute adjustments when jungkook stands up and unlocks the door.
"the fuck isâ?" his voice cuts off as if he can't finish his thought.
"what? what is it?" you stand up to get a better view around his body in the doorway, and you scream when you see a lone blonde girl lying a few feet away from the door, slumped against the opposite wall with a slashed throat. her pink party dress bleeds red, and her face that catches the illumination of the string lights glints with tear tracks. you look away from her unseeing eyes before you can cry out again.
jungkook seems confused, peering down the other end of the hallway like there'll be someone there to explain. "it...didn't work?" he asks to no one in particular, as you have no answer. you walk farther back into the room as if putting more distance between you and the body will provide some protection. bumping against the window sill, you turn around to look out the window and see several cars peeling out of the makeshift grass parking lot, nearly running over other people or hitting other cars on the way. you release a stifled scream from behind your hands when someone is too disoriented to get out of the way of the speeding cars and is sent flying through the air before landing painfully, their body now unmoving. the offending car never stops to check on them.
the screaming downstairs worsens, countless voices rising to a fever pitch of shouting and wailing, and you imagine this must be what the pits of hell sound like. jungkook whips around to look at you. âwe gotta get the fuck out of here.â
you two inch out of the room with him in the lead, peering into jarred-open doorways to see if anybody could be waiting in the shadows. there are a couple of other bodies in two other rooms, and you wonderâeven with the loud music constantly reverberating through the house, did you really not hear the struggles that led to these deaths in your throes of passion? the thought unnerves you. the idea that maybe you were only saved by jungkook deciding to lock the door��
the stair railing youâd walked by an hour ago is now broken in the middle, splinters of wood lying scattered on the stairs, along with more bodies lying on the steps just as haphazardly. the scene looks like the remnants of a stampede; you hope most of these people are just unconscious and not dead.
the dancefloor is a swarm of people in various states of undress pushing and pulling each other as they rush for the exit. thereâs not as many people heading for the back door, everyone attempting to squeeze through the main entrance in their unthinking panic, so jungkook grabs your arm and the two of you pick your way through the bodies to get down the stairs as best you can. when you enter the mass of people, youâre exceptionally glad for his strength because itâs easier to get through the opposing crowd.
to reach the back door, you must first get through the kitchen. beside the kitchen entrance in a dark corner, you see someone doubled over and grasping the person in front of them for stability.
you realize belatedly that they have a knife in their stomach; the other person standing over them is the virgin killer himself, calmly watching them suffer.
the killerâs face is hidden by the mask he always wears, which you are seeing for the first time now, up-closeâa hairy werewolf head with lemon-yellow eyes and a candy-red tongue. itâs so unexpected that you wouldâve found it comedic if not for the context.
a guy in a blue sweater grasps the killer from behind in an attempted surprise attack, causing him to jerk the knife out of the other personâs stomach. the sudden movement causes a spray of blood to come flying off the knife, and you have to hold back vomit when drops of the warm, stinking crimson hit your face. though it feels like time has slowed to a mere creep, all of this happens within seconds.
you donât see much more before jungkook is forcing you to move again.
you, jungkook, and multiple others barrel out of the back patio door, nearly ripping the flimsy screen door off its hinges in your haste, while the classmate in the blue sweater fruitlessly struggles with the killer in the kitchen. your leg muscles flex harder when you hear the person's agonized shout and the mushy rip of flesh being torn seconds later. almost everyone else has taken the same idea to run for their lives rather than stay and try to fight or disarm the killer; the streets are dotted in every direction with students running for any possible safety, many not having arrived to the party in cars to escape in.
thankfully, jungkook is not one of them.
he grasps your wrist painfully hard in his panic and yanks you in the direction of his car, which is so pitch black that you almost didn't see it sitting in the shadows.
when you get inside, you've never been so grateful to be within the safe metal enclosure of a car in your whole life. hands shaking, jungkook jams the key into the ignition and presses the gas pedal so hard your head jerks against the headrest. however, in your temporary relief, you think of lorelai. your vision doubles as you scramble to open your phone and call her, your head spinning with a new spike of fear. it rings for a while with no answer, and you try two more times only to get the same result.
"maybe she got to safety somewhere else?â jungkook tries to reason with you, his eyes bouncing between your face and the road ahead so he doesn't hit any other cars or any random students still running across the streets. "i didn't see her anywhere in the house before we ran out."
"that just means she could be hiding somewhere in there!" you shriek, unable to control your terror at your friend possibly being trapped in the house with the killer.
"wellâmaybe just let her stick it out, he won't find her if she justâ"
"oh god, but i called her like three fucking times; what if he heard the phone ringing? i'm gonna kill myself."
ây/n, youâre overreacting like shit, thereâs no way heâd hear a phone ringing in all that noiseâ"
unlistening, you drop your phone and bang your fists on your head in frustration and anguish.
sighing deeply, jungkook forgoes any attempt to do a 3-point turn, which requires more coordination than he has at the moment, and drives straight up into someone's yard to make a U-turn back toward the house.
you hadnât gotten too far from the party house, so in another minute or two and with a couple messy turns that cause the wheels to ride up onto the curb, youâre back on the street leading up to the house. before you can reach it, though, jungkook slams on the breaks, and you have to throw your hands out onto the dashboard to avoid flying into it due to not fastening your seatbelt. youâre not very successful; the move hurts your wrists, and youâre pretty sure some of your ribs just got bruised anyway.
âwhat the fuck?â jungkook shouts.
the virgin killer with his lycanthrope mask is standing in the middle of the street; he turns to face the car. he has a chokehold grip on a guy you recognize as a popular frat member, who is almost bare except for his blue-plaid boxers. you remember seeing the frat guy dancing with his girlfriend when you and lorelai initially entered the party; he was in the group of guys who put this whole party together as a way to âsaveâ the campusâs virgins.
the virgin killer is holding a gun to the guyâs head, and you have no clue where he mightâve gotten it from. the guyâs demeanor is weak, and heâs barely able to stand, which is obviously from the profuse blood loss heâs suffering; the killer has carved sharp letters into his stomach to form two wordsââFAIR GAME.â
âfair game?â you mumble, a sickly realization forming in your mind.
âfuck noâ" jungkook is already throwing the car into reverse when you hear and see the first bullet go off, exploding the frat memberâs head into an unrecognizable mess and making you scream at the top of your lungs. you hear more shots after you close your eyes and tuck your body down, along with the sounds of bullets splitting metal and hitting glass, and you think you might be actively dyingâor maybe youâre already dead. even that would be preferable to experiencing this nightmare.
you canât think as you feel the whole world spinning, your body tossed violently around. in reality, the only thing moving is jungkookâs car as he whips the vehicle around and speeds down the same street you just traveled up.
for a few long minutes, you only hear your own heartbeat, his murmured and frantic curses, and the strained breaths coming from both of you. you keep your body curled up with your knees tucked to your chest and arms over your face. the carâs engine roars as it races down the highway.
youâre afraid to open your eyes and find out, but you have to at some point. plus, the uncomfortable position is making your body hurt. carefully, you unfurl yourself and turn to look at him. âdid you get hurt?â
âuhhâno? i donât thinkâŚ?â he takes one hand off the wheel to feel up his body as if heâs just realizing that might be a possibility. âbut iâm wired off pure adrenaline right now, so give me a few more minutes to be sureâŚâ he looks to you. âare you?â
âno.â your blood still runs cold at the thought of lorelai being stuck in the house or navigating the dark neighborhood streets at this time of night. maybe she doesnât even have her phone; maybe it was lost in the commotion. the number of possible scenarios makes you ill.
thereâs silence for a while; you assume he must not be hurt after all. you start seeing familiar roads that lead back to the campus, and the gears in your mind begin turning, powered by fear.
âdo you think itâs safe to go back to the college?â you ask, your voice small.
after a pause jungkook asks, âwhy not?â though his face begins to look like heâs second-guessing things.
âthe killer could go back to the campusâŚi donât know. there was so much violence tonight. itâs like he really has a grudge against the students from our school or something. what if he wants more victims? the campus police are already incompetent, but with most of them off the grounds and on their way to the party houseâŚâ you donât finish your thought. youâll need to warn camille of the potential danger.
âright, yeahâŚâ jungkookâs hands flex around the steering wheel a few times. âwe shouldâŚprobably go somewhere else, then.â
nowhere feels safe. still, you ask, âwhere?â
changing his route, jungkook glances over at you. âto a friendâs house.â
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How to Get Rid of Your Virginity; a one shot.
đPAIRING: badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader đGENERE: College AU, smut, a little fluff đWORD COUNT: 4.6K đWARNINGS: Smut, smut, and more smut. đSUMMARY: You've always been the good girl who followed the rules but you're ready to shed that image and lose your virginity to the college's resident bad boy: Jungkook. đAUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, I really got into my feelings with this fic. A bit of sweetness at the end but mostly smut. I hope you enjoy!
Opposites attract â at least, thatâs what your best friend, Elena, had told you. She had provided you with solid proof too.
âJust take a look around,â she had said, a cup full of vodka and cherry-flavored juice in her hand, motioning toward the various partygoers. She pointed out an art student cuddled up with a girl who looked like she belonged on the arm of a footballer. âThatâs Taehyung. His girlfriend is the âAll-American Girlâ type and heâs a huge nerd. But theyâre in love.â
You nodded. âOkay, theyâre the exception.â
She shook her head, taking a long sip, wincing at the burn of the alcohol. âOkay, what about them?â She pointed at Jimin. Jimin was your textbook Type-A worker bee. He was known to avoid large social gatherings like this but here he was, leaning against a wall, his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed her lightly on the neck before grabbing a hearty handful of her ass. âThat is our resident party girl cuddled up with our best scholar.â
âHeâs a fine scholar,â You admitted, and Elena agreed. âOkay, so whatâs your point?â
âMy point,â Elena began, taking another long sip. âAre that people from different sides of the track get together all the time. Cheerleader and nerd, party girl, and punctual pupil. Nerdy theater geek and super delicious bad boy.â
You were the nerdy theater geek she had been referencing and the delicious bad boy? That title belonged to Jungkook.
You glanced over at him. He was standing between Taehyung and Jimin, effortlessly chatting the night away. Jungkook had been on your radar ever since you started attending this university two years ago. He was an upperclassman, so you didnât run into him often but when you did, you savored every second you got to gaze upon him. The man was beautiful. But make no mistake, this was not a crush. You thought he was sexy as hell, but you werenât into him. You were a future Broadway star and Jungkook? Well, you donât know what his future entailed but it was starkly different from yours. You were sure of it. There was no way you two would work out romantically.
You wanted him for different reasons. More carnal reasons. You wanted him to take your virginity.
But, while you wanted him, you werenât sure if he wanted you. You didnât look like his type â you assumed. But Elena was attempting to convince you otherwise.
âI just donât think heâd be down for it,â you said with a shrug. âI mean, heâs not into girls like me.â
âHeâs a man!â Elena said, her voice raised. You knew that was a sign that the liquor was kicking in for her. âHeâs into any girl who wants to bone him! Go over there!â
Elena pushed you toward him, but you stopped, glaring at her. âWhat would I even say? âHey, Jungkook, wanna fuck?ââ
Elena nodded and gave you a blank stare. âThat sounded perfect. Whatâs stopping you?â
You groaned. Of course, Elena would think thatâs an acceptable way to approach a man but before you could protest, she was signaling Jungkook to come over. Your eyes widened, a mortifying feeling washing over you.
I could kill her, you thought, I could kill her and bury the body beneath the schoolâs theater.
Jungkook looked at Elena, a confused look etched across his handsome features. Then, he did the unthinkable. He began to walk over.
He stopped just short of the both of you, the wallflowers for the night, and smiled. âGood evening, ladies, how can I help you?â
Elena nudged you and you opened your mouth to speak but found only your pride, self-respect, and the last shred of confidence falling out of your mouth and onto the floor to be stomped on by a slew of drunken college students. Elena, noticing your mouth open and a dazed look on your face, rolled her eyes and blurted out, âShe wants to fuck you.â
This is it, you thought, this is how I die.
But it wasnât.
Because Jungkookâs eyes raked over you, a hint of lust clouding behind them, and smiled. âOh, really?â
You nodded, fear and excitement striking into your heart.
Elena continued, âSheâs been waiting to make a move all night, but sheâs been too afraid to.â
Jungkook looked at you. âConsent is sexy, so I have to hear it from your mouth.â
You swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. âSheâs not, I mean, Iâm not ââ You stopped, taking a deep breath. âYes. Coitus is something Iâd like to experience with you â I mean, if youâre up for it.â
He held out his hand. âWell, letâs go experience it.â
âRight now?â
âWhy not?â
You looked between him and Elena searching for a reason as to why now wasnât a good time to get your back blown out, but you couldnât find one. Not a good one, anyway. So, you put on a brave face, took his hand, and let him lead you upstairs and into the nearest empty bedroom.
You didn't know who this bedroom belonged to as it had no signs of life. A basic dark wood dresser hugged the right wall, a few sports posters lined the walls and a simple full-sized bed with white and blue bedding sat in the middle of the floor. Jungkook took a seat on the bed, and you sat next to him, unable to meet his eye.
âCome here,â he said, cupping your face and drawing you forward.
He wanted a kiss, so you followed his lead, but your nose bumped into his. âIâm so sorry!â You said in a panicked voice. âI â I didnât mean for ââ
âItâs okay,â he said through a small laugh. Another attempt at a kiss was made but instead of bumping noses, you bumped foreheads. He rubbed his forehead, scrunching up his face. âMaybe we skip kissing,â he said, standing up. âHow about this instead?â He began to climb on top of you. You readjusted yourself, hoping to make things flow more smoothly but you ended up kneeing him in the stomach.
âFuck, I am so sorry!â You said as you watched him grit his teeth.
âItâs okay,â he said once again and rounded the other side of the bed. He took a seat and laid back. âWhy donât you come lay beside me?â
You nodded. You got up and laid down next to him.
âWhy donât you lead?â Jungkook suggested and you silently agreed that that might be for the best.
You began to get up but found your elbow stabbing him in the chest.
This was going horribly.
âAre you sure you want to have sex?â Jungkook asked.
âI do,â you said quietly, biting your lip. âIâm just really nervous.â
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. âWhy are you nervous?â
You chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. How do you tell one of the hottest guys on campus that youâre a virgin? A lonely loser virgin?
âIf itâs me, then thereâs nothing to be nervous about,â Jungkook said. âIâm not as experienced as everyone says I am. I mean, I have had sex with quite a few people â all safe and consensual of course â but Iâm nothing like the lothario people say I am. I mean, Iâm just ââ
You cut him off. âIâm nervous because Iâm a virgin.â
The room went quiet. Too quiet. Embarrassingly quiet. If there was a God, he would have taken mercy on you and allowed the world to swallow you at this exact moment. But no, mercy did not shine a light on you this day.
âAnd you wanted me to take your virginity?â
He seemed more surprised that you had chosen him as your virginity taker than the fact that you were still a virgin. Regardless, you nodded. âYeah, I figured if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it to someone hot.â
His cheeks flashed a crimson color. âDonât you want your first time to be special?â
You scoffed. âFirst off, virginity is just a construct and secondly, it would have been special no matter what because itâs my first time and I was in control. Besides, Iâve got a bucket list to finish this year.â
Jungkook looked at you. âOh yeah? What else is on your list?â
âSmoking weed. Iâve never been high before.â
And just like that, Jungkook produced a blunt out of his back pocket. âYouâre in luck. Listen, I donât think the sex thing is going to happen tonight, but I can smoke you out.â
You felt relief wash over you. There was still hope. He said it wouldnât happen tonight not that it wouldnât happen ever â hey, it may have been delulu but you were going to take it and ride off with it into the sun. You watched closely as Jungkook lit the blunt, taking a few deep inhales, holding it in, and then exhaling, coughing along the way. Your first few attempts at smoking the joint were failures but after the third try, you got the hang of it. You also coughed a lung out but the serene feeling that flowed through you a few moments later was worth it.
The blunt had been reduced to a roach and you and Jungkook were lying on the bed, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. You learned he was a film major and planned on moving to Los Angeles after graduation to pursue a career out there. When you told him you wanted to be the next Audra McDonald, he didnât laugh or tease you like so many others had before. He thought your love of theater was cool and asked you a million questions about it. He found it impressive that you could hold such high notes while doing intricate choreography. Finally, a silence settled over the two of you as the green forced you both into an extreme high.
âCan I ask you something?â Jungkookâs voice was like molasses, thick and slow. Or maybe you were just so damn high thatâs how you heard it.
âMhm,â you hummed.
âWhatâs the farthest youâve gone?â
âLike traveling?â
He shook his head. âNo, I mean ⌠with sex.â
âOh,â you replied. âUm, Iâve jerked a guy off before.â
âHave you âŚâ he began but trailed off. He turned his head to look at you, attempting to gauge your reaction. âEver received oral?â
You shook your head. âNah.â
âYou want to?â
You froze, and a sobering feeling hit you like a pillow full of soap. The idea of getting your coochie licked sounded damn good right now, especially with the weed in your system. âYeah, I mean, I guess Iâd like to try it one day.â
âHow about today?â
You could still feel Jungkookâs eyes on you. Well, shit. You had already crossed one item off your bucket list. Might as well cross another. So, you said, âYeah, letâs do it.â
Within seconds, Jungkook was between your legs, lifting your pleated skirt to your hips and sliding your baby pink panties down. Your body froze as you felt a finger slide in between your slits. âA virgin who shaves,â you heard him muse, mostly to himself. A thumb began rubbing your clit and a gasp escaped your throat. Before you could say something else, his tongue was on your lips. Your ⌠other lips. It darted out, parting your lips and flicking against your clit in a feverish way.
Your back arched in response and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had left your body. You found your hands gripping the white sheets as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue sliding in and out of your hole before traveling up and down your slit and finally focusing back on your clit. The sensation became a little too much and you squirmed away, hoping to ease some of the intensity but that only made things worse. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your thick thighs, pulling you closer, spread your legs apart further, and kept his hands gripped on your thighs, ensuring you wouldnât be going too far. âDonât run from it,â you heard him whisper.
Youâre not sure how long he was at it but by the time your world turned white, you were making noises only a dog could hear.
. . . . .
It wasnât in your nature to willingly be a third wheel, but the townâs annual spring fair was here and there was no way you were going to miss it. Even if Elena insisted on bringing her boyfriend, Felix. The night wasnât all bad though. You had spotted Jungkook hanging with a few of his friends and the two of you waved at each other. It had been three weeks since the party and the two of you had kept in contact, texting each other funny memes here and there, sometimes talking on the phone late into the night but nothing more, nothing less.
As the three of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel, you noticed that the ride only allowed pairs. That took care of Elena and Felix but what about you?
âCan you believe that? Since when has the Ferris wheel been limited to two people at a time?â You turned around to face your best friend, but she wasnât listening. She was too busy using her tongue to excavate Felixâs mouth. You groaned. âOf course, you two would choose now to suck face.â
The line moved forward, and it was your turn to get on. The ride operator gave you a pitiful look. âYou got a partner?â He asked but he knew the answer to that. Just as you were about to step out of line to die of embarrassment in a dark and quiet place, your knight in shining armor appeared.
âIâm her partner.â
Jungkook. Sweet, sweet, Jungkook. Sweet, delicious, Jungkook who smelled like heaven and was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off all his muscles. What? Sue you for noticing!
Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, the two of you loading on the ride and strapping in. Elena smirked at you as the ride began. The ride slowly lifted you and Jungkook up a few feet and then paused, allowing Elena and Felix to board.
âThanks for saving the day,â you said with a smile. âThe Ferris wheel is my favorite ride.â
âNo shit, mine too,â Jungkook replied.
Your eyes brightened. âReally? You donât seem like the type.â
âWhat type do I seem like?â
âA coaster man.â
âI like coasters too,â he admitted. âBut something about the Ferris wheel just calms me, you know?â
âYeah,â you said. âI get that.â
âSo, howâs your bucket list going? Cross off anything else?â Jungkook asked as the Ferris wheel began moving again and then paused, allowing another couple on.
âI have,â you told him excitedly. âElena and I went skinny dipping two days ago.â
âDamn, Iâm sad I missed that one,â Jungkook said with a cheeky smile. âStill a virgin?â
âStill a virgin.â
Jungkook looked at you, his eyes falling to your exposed legs. You were wearing a plaid overall dress and a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. You wondered for a moment if he was judging your fashion choices until he licked his lips and you saw the lust clouding his eyes. âEver been fingered?â
You shrugged; a sheepish smile found its way to your face. âOnly when you ate me out that one time.â
âBut never in public?â
âOf course not.â
He looked at you, his eyes begging for permission and as the Ferris wheel began moving again, forcing you and Jungkook to the top, his hands found their way between your thighs. He rubbed your core through your panties. You felt him lean over, his lips brushing against your neck before peppering kisses across your chin. You couldnât help but giggle as he pushed your panties to the side, and you felt two fingers slide up and down your already-wet slit.
You felt your heart beating faster in his chest when he slid a finger inside and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. The sensation was quickly becoming too much for you. Especially in public of all places. But as the Ferris wheel worked its way down, you were as well. Your orgasm slowly washed away as the ride finally came to a stop, allowing you and Jungkook to get off.
âThanks for the ride,â you told him and in response, he kissed your cheek and made his way back to his friends.
âŚ
It was official: You and Jungkook were friends. Like actual friends. You talked to him just as much as you talked to Elena, if not more. You had met his friends and his friendâs girlfriends. You spent time at his apartment. He smoked you out at least once a week and the last time the two of you decided to go on an impromptu diner trip, the waitress mistook you for a couple.
Thatâs why it wasnât a surprise when he accompanied you to the library today. You both had papers due and decided to study together. However, you found that the two of you didnât get much studying done and instead spent most of your time together making jokes and trying to steer clear of the librarianâs wrath.
In an attempt to get some serious studying done, Jungkook suggested getting a table at the back of the library. As you followed him to the back of the library, you noticed a couple, deep within the library aisles, where students rarely went, getting it on. You stopped Jungkook, tugging on his sleeve. âLook!â You whispered. âOh my god, isnât that Jimin?â
An approving smile pulled at the corner of Jungkookâs lips. âYeah. Ever since he met his girlfriend, heâs become such a horn dog.â
You couldnât take your eyes off the couple. Jimin had his girlfriend leaning on a bookshelf for support, her pants pulled down to her knees and his face buried between her ass cheeks. You hated to say it but it kind of turned you on. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you along. Â
âHeâs not afraid of getting caught?â You asked.
Jungkook shrugged. âI donât think so. They fuck in the library all the time. Thatâs actually how they became a couple. He was her tutor.â
You felt a pool of heat settling in your core, forcing a weather change down under. âGod, thatâs hot.â
Jungkook stopped walking and looked at you. âYou want to try?â
âYou mean, fucking in the library?â The idea excited you, but you werenât exactly sure you wanted to get fully plowed in public yet. âI donât know about penetration but ⌠maybe some head would be cool.â
Jungkook licked his lips. âI canât lie, Iâve been wanting to taste you again.â
You shook your head as he led you further into the book aisles. âNo, I mean I want to give you head.â
He stopped. âYou sure?â
âYeah, teach me how to suck dick,â you said and then cringed once you heard the words. âThat didnât sound as sexy as I hoped it would have.
He smiled, licking his lips. âSay less,â he pulled you into a corner and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down but only slightly and produced his semi-hard dick.
âYouâre already excited?â You asked and then realized this was your first time seeing his dick. No wonder he was known as the lover, you thought, grabbing it and feeling the weight of it in your hand. âWell, shit.â
âYou ready?â He asked and you nodded, slowly dropping to your knees. He guided you lovingly on how to properly give head but also explained that everyone was different so the way he liked it wouldnât necessarily be the way another guy liked it. But the way he liked it was known as the âvacuum suck.â He wasnât into the bells and whistles of sloppy head but preferred something nice and clean and something that felt like his soul was being sucked out of him.
And that, you did. Or at least you gave it the old college try.
You stroked his large dick, your hand running up and down his thick shaft as your tongue flicked over his head. Precum painted your lips as you attempted to slide his entire member into your mouth. It wouldn't fit and Jungkook didn't force it. Above you, he squirmed in delight, his hands threading through your dark locks, gripping ever so slightly.
âTouch my balls, baby girl,â Jungkook said through a low grunt. Your pussy does backflips at the sound of being called âbaby girlâ but you canât linger on that too long. Jungkook has your head in his hands and heâs slowly but surely fucking your face. âAgh ⌠Iâm going to cum âŚâ He began to pull his dick out, but you didn't let him, instead you did something that youâve seen countless times on Twitter memes. You suck harder and you kept sucking well after he came. Youâd never heard a man squeal before but youâre sure thatâs what Jungkook did before you finally popped his dick out of your mouth.
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Summer was steadily approaching, the weather going from tolerable to the heat of the devilâs ass crack. Itâs why Jungkook had suggested that the two of you head to the coast for the weekend. âIt would be way cooler out there,â he had said, and you couldnât argue. So, on a Friday evening, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you headed off to the beach for the weekend.
As two broke college students, you didnât have enough money to afford a fancy hotel, so you settled for a run-down motel room, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough. Jungkook had purchased every snack in the vending machine that night and the two of you shared stories over eight-dollar bottles of wine, BBQ chips, and sour gummies. After finishing off your second bottle of wine, Jungkook lit up a blunt and the two of you shared it, laying back on the motel room bed with the shabby television playing a novella in the background.
âY/N, I think you may be my best friend.â
âI think you may be right,â you agreed, laughing.
âI canât believe school will be ending soon,â Jungkook said.
âI know. What am I going to do without you?â you said, a genuine sadness reaching your voice.
âWeâre going to stay friends. Youâll come visit me in Los Angeles and Iâll come visit you in New York. Youâll be there when I receive my first Oscar and Iâll be there when you get your first Tony,â Jungkook said with a smile. And you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Even if none of that happened, in this moment right here and right now, Jungkook believed it did and thatâs what you loved most about him.
You always thought love was like an arrow. Shooting you in the heart, causing you to instantaneously know that you had fallen but looking at Jungkook in the darkness of this shabby motel room, you realized love wasnât like that at all. Love was slow and easy. It was sweet. It was kind. It was a soft spring day. It was impromptu trips to your favorite diners. It was sharing secrets in your most special places. It was laughing to your belly ached in the back of a car. It was trips to eat your weight in sushi and then getting ice cream even though you swore you couldnât eat another bite. It was wiping your tears away at four in the morning because you didnât get the role in the school play. It was sitting up all night with each other watching the sun rise because he was too anxious to sleep. It was the perfect and it was the imperfect. It was nothing and it was everything. It was you and it was Jungkook.
And right here, right now, you realized that you were in love with Jungkook.
âJungkook,â you said, looking at him and he turned his head, smiling that beautiful smile. âI love you.â
He stared at you for a moment, studying your features. A hand reached out and cupped your cheek. âI love you too, Y/N.â
You scooted closer to Jungkook and kissed him. It was a soft and sound kiss. Slow and sensual. And he kissed you back with just as much patience. Your arms and legs tangled together, and soon you found your clothes melting away. You felt his lips wrapped around your nipples, his tongue going across your stomach. His hands stroking your pussy with an excruciating softness. You felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips, the weight of his manhood in your hands and then in your mouth.
His body reacted with such pleasure as you gave him head. You sucked slowly, making sure every inch of his manhood was wet with your spit. Jungkook stopped you early, citing how much he still wanted to taste you so you laid you on your back and spread your legs, exposing your most sensitive parts but Jungkook shook his head. He guided you on top of him, and you lowered your precious gem to his face. He licked hungrily. Savoring every drop of you. His hands found their way to your round ass and groped the fleshy curves as his tongue dug deeper into you. An electric wave of pleasure washed over you, your body writhing in sweet agony.
As you lay down beside him, he got on top of you. âAre you sure?â He asked. âIf you donât want to go this far, we can stop right now.â
But you didnât want to stop. You wanted this. You wanted him. You silently nodded for him to continue and Jungkook rolled a condom onto his hardened dick. He positioned himself at your entrance and quietly said, âHere we go.â
He started slowly. You felt an indescribable pressure in your lower abdomen as he continued to slide in but it wasnât bad. It was just different. He used his right hand to play with your breasts.
His pace quickened. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure waned, and in came pleasure. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. This new angle forced a new sensation to bubble within you. It felt amazing but there was a heaviness to it that you couldnât quite describe. His hand found your clit, rubbing circles on it as he began to fuck you faster. You didnât think you could cum twice in one night, but Jungkook proved you wrong. A few short moments later, Jungkookâs face tightened, and he let out a deep grunt before falling on top of you. After a moment, he rolled off.
âSo how was it experiencing coitus with me?â Jungkook asked, breathing heavily.
You couldnât help but laugh. âIt was amazing.â
âIâm just glad you didnât beat my ass this time.â
You cringed, thinking of the night the two of you met. You rolled to your side, putting your arm around him and your head on his chest. In response, he put his arms around you as well, pulling you close.
âWhat does this mean for us?â you asked.
âIt means that I hope you accept when I ask you out on a date,â he said, kissing the top of your head.
âIâll have to think about it,â you said. âIâve got one more thing to cross off my bucket list.â
âWhatâs that?â
You motioned toward the window in the room, outside of it, the beach. âSex on the beach times two. I want to drink the drink while doing the act.â
With a smile, Jungkook got up and put on his pants. He looked at you, âWell donât just sit there, letâs go have sex on the beach while we drink sex on the beach.â
#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts x reader#bts x black reader#bts x black girl#bts x fem!reader#jungkook fic#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook x black reader#jungkook x oc
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Spoil my baby girl summo ' / j.jk x black!reader
summary: Jungkook took you out on a flight to France, Paris for a vacation, and to show you that he's the only man who would ever spoil you til your rotten.
warnings : brat reader, obsessive!jk, a little arguing but it's quickly made up, thick!oc, black!reader, drinking, lots of alcohol, swearing, hard sex, rough sex, nasty nasty dirty talking, ass slapping, backshots, nasty positions, fem oral, cum eating, pet names (mama, big mama, baby, slut,) n for jk (big daddy, daddy, koo, kookie)
pairing : jk x black!reader
setting: cold weather out in Paris, cool wind that breezes, trees dressing the colors of bright yellow, orange, and red, tall buildings that look fancy with lots of glass windows
note <3 : wow, thank yall soooo much on that last post. Yall blew me up!! I never realized that being a black writer for BTS fictions would receive so much love, I truly appreciate it.
YALL READY FOR THIS ONE?? đ
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BTS w/ Short Reader
Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader
Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend
Request: @lelewright1234
A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)
Seokjin: Going to Dinner
One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.
That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.
"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.
"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.
Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.
"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."
The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"
He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.
The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.
"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.
"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.
When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.
"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"
Yoongi: Driving
"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.
Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.
"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.
But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.
Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.
Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.
"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.
He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.
He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.
Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."
Hoseok: Clubbing
Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.
So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'
"What do you mean no."
"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.
21+ club
"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.
The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.
"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.
Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.
"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."
With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.
"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.
Namjoon: Pictures
You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.
Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.
"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"
You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.
"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."
Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.
"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."
"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.
"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.
"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.
"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.
Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."
Jimin: Awardshow
You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.
During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.
Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.
"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.
"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.
"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.
You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.
"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."
Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.
You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.
"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.
Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.
"You are it kinda caught me off guard."
"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.
Taehyung: Sharing Clothes
It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.
Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.
Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.
"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.
"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.
"Thank you."
"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.
"Yn?"
"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.
"Are you wearing pants?"
"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.
"I thought you were naked underneath."
"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.
Jungkook: High Shelf
The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.
" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.
Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.
Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.
"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."
"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"
"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.
"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.
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Okay so I saw THIS on instagram and now I canât get Jungkook off my mind. Itâs not exactly the same thing but itâs similar
I was not supposed to write for BTS on heređđ but Jungkook is just so fucking fine that I couldnât help myselfđŠđŠ
(also he's so boyfriend coded that it makes no fucking sense)
âAnd you never fucking listen to me!â You scream at Jungkook. Your back is facing him so you miss the way he lets his eyes lazily drag over your figure, taking his pierced lip between his teeth.
Heâs just so entranced by you that he doesnât even realize youâre no longer angrily scrubbing the plate that you once had in your hands, or the fact that your walking over to him, snapping your freshly manicured fingers in front of his face.
âHelloooo! Youâre not even listening to me now!â You stomp, arms crossed over your chest, eyeâs narrowed.
He doesnât even bother responding, instead he lets his fingers find the waistband of your shorts and he pulls you flush against his chest, his lips smashing into yours.
âMâsorry jagi. I do listen to you, I promise, itâs just youâre so fucking beautiful that I canât help but get a little distractedâ he mumbles against your lips. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one slower, more passionate.
âLet me make it up to youâ youâre nodding against his lips, feeling heat pool in your core as you jump into his arms when he taps the back of your thighs twice. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hands find your ass, squeezing softly as he leads you to the bedroom.
He tosses you on the bed before pulling his shirt above his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. you're eyes rack over his toned chest as Jungkook climbs between your legs, helping you out of your shirt and adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He groans when he sees your bare tits, kissing you again as his hands find your boobs, nimble fingers flicking against your hard nipples. He slowly kisses his way from your jaw down to your chest, leaving hickeyâs in his wake.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud as his fingers pinch and twist the other one. He releases your nipple with a pop, before doing the same thing to the other one.
His hands have already pushed your shorts and panties down your legs, letting them drop down onto the floor below. His fingers swiping through your already wet folds, gathering your slick on his fingers and using it to rub slow, teasing circles on your clit.
Your hips grind up involuntarily, desperate for more pressure to your aching clit. âPleaseâ you whine out, fingers tangled in Jungkookâs silky black strands, his tattooed arm pushing your legs apart. You lay back, letting your back hit the sheets below you.
Jungkook uses two fingers to spread your folds, flicking his tongue back and forth against your puffy clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his face deeper into your cunt and you grind your hips up against his face. You moan out when you feel two of Jungkookâs fingers prodding at your entrance, before theyâre stretching out your gummy walls.
Your back arches off the bed when he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. Broken sobs fall from your lips as Jungkook curls his fingers, letting them hit your g-spot with each flick of his wrist.
He speeds up the pace, a third finger joining and your toes curl, moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over you. Jungkook continues to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
He gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, his long, hard cock slapping against his stomach before he takes it into his hand, stroking himself a couple of times before he kneels between your legs, rubbing his tip between your folds, letting it nudge against your clit.
He pushes the tip in, letting it stretch your out slightly before pulling out, he repeats the process two more times before thrusting in to the hilt with one swift motion.
Your nails claw at his back, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar as Jungkook slowly rocks his hips, letting his cock drag deliciously against your walls.
âFuck Koo, feels sâgoodâ you moan out when Jungkook starts to move his hips, grunting deeply as he stares down as his cock disappers inside your cunt, watching the way your pussy swallows him whole.
Jungkook pushes one of your legs up, letting it rest on his shoulder as he fucks you deeper, harder. One of his hands find your clit, rubbing fast circles on the puffy nub as you feel your second orgasm approaching. âGonna cum with me baby? Wanna feel you squeezinâ me as I fill you upâ
You let out a whine at that, clenching tightly around him and he groans, pressing his lips to your neck, kissing one of the many marks heâs left on you.
âFuck jagi, cum with meâ he murmurs against your skin. He shoots his hot seed deep inside you seconds later when he feels you gush around him, walls clenching down even tighter.
Jungkook presses one last kiss to your lips before he slowly pulls out, dropped down on the bed next to you, breathing heavily.
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If u don't like mxm sorry not sorry
just thinking thots of you and jimin on your knees in front of namjoon. . . tongues lapping at at one anothers. . . and joons throbbing. . .
nastyy grown ppl stuff under the cut
He's twitching you both feel it, playful giggling and teasing kisses causing the man above the two of you stomach to clench and tighten trying not to let his thighs start trembling from pleasure. His pretty babies, flushed, gorgeous and slutty taking turns swallowing his cock, kissing and biting at his thighs. He didn't know where to look, put his hands or if he should force your head down because he fed up with the constant teasing of the thick head of his cock. You pop off lewdly, spit glistening on your thick lips as you go and kiss Jimin. Everything was just so messy and nasty. . . and he loved it. His own hand reaches down to stroke his cock watching you two parts, tongues out and ready. With a groan his thick and heavy load lands onto his stomach, and both of your faces. You and Jimin giggle as he tugs you both up with him leading the sloppy three-way kiss. The sound of the door opening causes you three to part ways seokjin stands in the doorway with a shake of his head.
"When I said entertain them this isn't what I meant.."
#bts x black reader#bts x reader#namjoon x reader#jungkook x reader#seokjin x reader#bts drabble#bts x fem!reader#jimin x reader#jimin x y/n#jimin x you#kim namjoon x reader#park jimin x reader#kim seokjin x reader#bts poly au#ot7 x reader#bts x chubby reader
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FIREWORKS
Summary: itâs the last day of summer you decide to invite your next door neighbor who you became friends with to come to the beach with you to watch the fireworks⌠the night ended with you doing more than just watching
Bimbo!xreader , non-idol au!xjeonjungkook, dilf!xjeonjungkook
Warning: cum eating , breeding kink , nipple play (reader has nipple piercings too ^_^ ) , ass slapping , p in the v , size kink , hand kink , dirty thoughts , pervert kookie , bratty reader ^^ ,, sex tape , , dom!jk , sub!reader, jealous koobi
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it was the last day of summer and it was very hot so you decided to go the beach with your neighbor that you became very good friends with over the month.
You learned so much about him, you found out that he had a son and been struggling lately so you decided why not bring him to the beach with you. You really wanted for his adorable son to come but sadly his mom picked him up earlier before you arrived knocking on jungkookâs door.
âSo you mean to tell my you never tried meant ice cream?â You ask jungkook as yâall both are currently walking to his car to head to the beach.
âNow that I think of it.. I probably have but I bet you it was a long time of ago because I really donât even remember if I like it or notâ you giggle at his response and it makes jungkook smile. Just being around you is a fresh of breath air for jungkook he was going through a lot with his baby mama this morning and genuinely needed to step out of the house today so he is glad that you asked him to tag along with you.
while jungkook is driving to the beach you admire his facial features and how his face is perfectly sculpted and carved as if God took a very good time on perfecting him. You move down to his chest to see he is wearing a black shirt that seems too tight on him because you can see his biceps and chest peeking out of his shirt asking to be revealed already. You feel heat start to flood between your thighs wants you land on his hands.. wondering how they will fill gripping around your throat or inside your cunt. Before you can even get to his legs you hear your name being called.
â[âŚ]?â you hear jungkook say your name in confusion. âHuh? Iâm sorry did you say something? I wasnât paying attention Iâm sorry.â
jungkook laughs he noticed that you was staring at him the whole time, heâs not gonna say anything heâs just gonna give you his infamous little smirk.
âI was saying that we made it the beach.â you finally recollect your thoughts and realize that you guys are finally parked outside of the beach. So this means you been staring at him for the whole ride??? Embarrassing
âOh right! Well letâs go have some fun.â You say trying to enlighten the mood to remove the awkward tension in the car. You hop out with your beach bag and look at your self in your camera to make sure your hair and makeup looks good, your currently wearing a coverup over your swimsuit since you know at night the beach can get cold.
As soon as yâall find yâall seats jungkook is practically tearing off his clothes and jumping into the water. He asked you to join him but your response will always be âI donât wanna get my hair wet.â âIâm reading right nowâ or âmy makeup looks to good for it to be ruined kookie.â
And at all those responses all jungkook did was laugh because he was gonna get you in the water either way.
âCmon [..] just tie your hair up and come in the water with me. You donât even gotta swim for real, itâs the beach you can stand in the water with me.â jungkook is standing over you with his shirt fully off hair wet all over his face and a ray of sun light landing on his chest. He looks so unreal right now. Although your eyes is strained on his body your ears listen to the question he asked you, would it really hurt just to get in the water?? No. I mean I did wear a cute swimsuit why put it to waste when thereâs so cute guys out here today.
âI guess your right kooki. Iâll get in the water with you but I will not swim because I really donât wanna get my hair so please donât splash me neither.â You say as you get up to remove your swimsuit cover up just to reveal a cute swimsuit set underneath.
jungkook feels like a perv for staring and admiring your body⌠but at the same time he also doesnât wanna look away. Your perky boobs are basically spilling from your swimsuit top and he can clearly see that you got hello kitty nipple piercings. He moved down to your legs, the way the sun is hitting them tells him that before yâall got the the beach you oiled up your legs, your swimsuit bottom barely covers up the little hickey on your inner thigh which makes him frown a little. He knows your not his but the thought of another man hands on your body and pleasing you other than him hurts him.
Jungkook continues to stare at you and when you turn over to bend down to apply sun screen to your thighs he can see how perfect your ass is rounded. Itâs so big and the skin looks so soft that he just wants to hold it and grip it until he falls asleep every night. As he continues to stare at your ass he eyes trails down to your Pussy, and as he said last time the swimsuit bottoms seem like they arenât your best friend today he can basically see your pussy. This causes jungkook to move behind you.
Once your done applying sunscreen you feel someone pushing up against your backside. You almost stumbled over and fell on your face in the sun if jungkook didnât wrap his arm around your waist to catch you in time. You blush at the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your ass, is he doing this on purpose???
You turn around quickly and smile at him. âLetâs go into the water. The fireworks are finna start soon and I donât wanna miss themâ
"fuck..[..]" jungkook groans out as your head bobs up and down on his cock. he grabs your cute little pony tail and yanks your head up off of him so he can get a good view of your fucked out face. "you look so cute baby.." "please~ jungkook fuck me." jungkook grins at you begging him to fuck you.
jungkook lays you on your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. before jungkook gives you head he admires your fat pussy,its puffy and leaking arousal just from you giving him head. jungkook finally latches his tongue agaisnt your clit and it feels like your about to explode. your eyes roll all the way back to your head and your brain feels foggy and cloudy you cant even think straight.
"fuck princess your pussy is sweet" jungkook's tongue enters your cunt and he starts fucking you with his tongue. your pussy starts to clench onto his tongue which lets him know your finna cum. he stops and comes up from between your thighs. "what the fuck kookie. i was close to cumming why did you move?" you was confused on why moved espically since you was finna orgasm and now he ruined it and the feeling between your thighs feels itchy for a chance to cum.
jungkook laughs at you. "i didnt want you to cum from my tongue. i wanted you cum on my dick first." he practically yanked your body and postion you to be on all 4's. he gets behind your ass and you feel a sharp pain on your ass indicating that somone just spanked you.
jungkook rubs his dick againts your slit, you whine and wiggle your hips so he can enter your pussy already. he slaps your ass "wait a minute princess" he laughs.
"I-" just as you was about to say something jungkooks slams his hips agaisnt your ass causing you to let out a sharp gasp. "mmngh~ fuckkkk jungkook omg." you start to see stars at this point. jungkook gets an idea and pulls his phone out to go the camera app and hit record. he turns his flash on to get a good view of your ass and pussy.
he puts the phone down so it would get a good look at of where you both connect at. sounds of skin slapping and moans coukd be heard in the car. if anybody walks by and see the car rocking back nd forth they would know action is getting done in this car.
"fuckk~ princess throw that ass back on me" you day as he say and you start fucking him back. jungkook groans and his hands go towards your breast and he flicks your nipples with fingers. you moan out letting him know that your sensetive there. "fuck~mnghh kookie im finna cum..." you scream out to him. jungkook starts going faster,"im finna cum to.fuckkkk~ima cum all in this pussy. wanna have my babies hm?? want your cute ass to walk around my house carrying my child." just his words make you cum. your legs shaked and you fell forward on the seats out of breath.
jungkook slips out of your groaning at the lost of the warmth and comofrt. both of yall bodys jump up at the sound of a loud bang. "what the fuck was that?" jungkook grabs his pants and throws it on him to get out the car to check what happend just to be met with a bunch of fireworks shooting into the sky. he smiles at thought of you since you wanted to see them so bad, "[..}." he calls your name out and you cover yourself up with your swimsuit cover up and go where he standing at. you look up and see a pink fire work shoot up into the sky making you feel all happy inside and glad you didnt miss it.
you felt two pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you smile up at jungkook. "i forgot to thank you for taking me to the beach, but i am so glad you invited me. this is the most fun i ever had, and also thank you for giving me the best time in the car as well." he gives you a cocky smile. you punch his arm and smile,"shut up. and im glad you came with me. i didnt want to go alone at all and i was hoping mingi would come with.. but its all good i had fun with you today" yall both face each other and stare at each other for a whole 2 minutes untill jungkook grips your face and smashes his lips onto yours.
FIREWORKS pop into the air. mutiple going off letting yall know that those was the final FIREWORKS tonight.
Yall finally pull away from eachother and he says the words that you wish you can hear him say a thousand times. "I love you [..]." he gives you one last peck before yall head home for tonight. "I love you too jungkook."
THE END
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Is it weird that I would like to see a Ot7 x reader(Bts) based off the song of Melanie Martinez: Pacify? But with the boys in the place of Melanie talking to reader(Idc if its non-binary or fem or male. I just want it)...?
#bts fanfic#bts x black reader#bts ot7#please#first post#bts x reader#bts x fem!reader#bts x male reader#bts#bts jimin#bts jungkook#bts taehyung#bts namjoon#bts hoseok#bts jin#bts yoongi#just a thought#thank you#suggestion
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pairing : sugar daddy!jungkook x fem!reader
genre : smut , fluff
warnings : sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship , implied age gap (reader 20s, jk 30s) , size kink, BIGGGG DDDD (9 inches) , choking , groping , d riding , daddy kink , hickeys , slapping , creampie , panty sniffing , use of petnames (angel, doll, baby, sweetheart) , he talks u thru it , squirting , anal penetration , slight dacryphilia , he gets off to her orgasming , the whole point is heâs too big for her
Today was the day.
Youâre so determined to do it. You can do it. Yes, you can.
You were fully prepared, laying on your sugar daddy's expensive ass master bed, wrapped in white lace like a little present for him to unwrap. You looked as if you were a sweet angel fallen into his room filled with all things black and the only thing light being the white walls. And the little parts of you you'd leave hanging around. like makeup, books, clothes, etc. etc.
Too excited, that's what you were. but also nervous, in a way, but you had one goal for tonight. And that was to fit your sugar daddy's cock inside and ride him.
There was a very evident size difference between the two of you. Him being 6ft tall already gave it away, but to add to the list you stood at 5'2ft. He was big in every possible area you could think of, even his cock was massive. fuck. His palm could easily cover your asscheek perfectly without any flesh slipping out. He was a tall successful man with broad shoulders and a muscular body. Thick thighs, big armsâeverything you liked in a man.
In addition to that, he was rich. So so rich that he offered you to be his sugar baby. You both met at the mall. So excitedly you went through all the cute dresses you could wear, but definitely not afford. You were still in college. No further explanation needed.
âAh! this, er, maybe that? don't know!â You were on facetime with your friend, reviewing all the cute dresses you would buy if you had the money. Delusional!
âNah, nah, nah, the purple one with butterflies would look so good on you!â Your friend squeals, making you squeal back. You might be making too much noise in ths store, but you didn't care.
âYou know what would look good with this dress? a cute cardigan and Iâd pair this up with some gold hoops."
âHmm, sounds really prettyâ, your friend answered.
âWish i had the money though...â there was a pout formed on your lips when you look back at the prize tag.
Somehow, your friend ended up having to leave the call due to some work. You end the call, ready to exit the store with absolutely no bags whatsoever. But someone, a man, stops you.
And then he asks you the most out of the blue question ever.
âWant me to buy you that dress?â
That was how it all started. He offered you to become his sugar baby after a full day spent at the mall of him buying you random things. At first, you said no. But he gave you time to decide and also kept sending you gifts over and over. At the end, you agreed. To be fair, you expected him to be the most obscene, rude, horrid man ever. But he's actually...pretty nice. sweet. caring.
Your relationship was 50/50. All you had to do was to take care of that man emotionally, shower him with love which you'll gladly do and also have bomb ass sex with him and he'll pay off all your bills and buy you a shit ton of things in return. The sex wasn't even a topic brought up at first, he didn't need that kind of favour. Just needed a pretty baby to spoil who'll love him in return. The sex just happened on a random friday night. Ever since, you've been getting the best dick you've ever had in your entire life. But there was one problem.
He was too big.
And you were too small.
Sure, the sex was so good and he always made sure to make you cum at least twice each time. It was so good that you couldn't even count the stars rotating around your head each time you orgasmed. But one thing that always managed to bother you...was he satisfied? Because of the obvious size difference, it was hard to fit him inside. Most of the time youâd end up stopping him because it hurt. He won't even be fully in when that happens. Although he always reassured you that he's far more than satisfied with you, you still wouldn't buy it.
But today, youâre going to do it. Gonna make all of him fit inside and give him the orgasm he deserves.
You laid on your back with your eyes fixed on the pattern of the ceiling, feet kicking in the air as you mindlessly waited for him to return home.
But a flirtatious whistle catches you off guard. you immediately rise back up from the bed, eyes darting to the man leaning against the door frame looking at you with a smug look.
âJungkook!â you squealed.
âWas wondering where you were.â He makes his way towards you.
âI was here.â you mumble.
âI can see...â he snorts.
He lifts you up to sit on the bed by his hands on your waist, then touching your bare stomach, right above the little lace skirt you were wearing.
âFor me?â there's a little smug look on his face.
âWho else would it be for?â thereâs a sly smirk on your face, batting your lashes as you spoke.
"hah, you little minx" he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, soon cupping your chin and raising your head up.
"when did you buy this?" his thumb teasingly caresses your lower lip.
"mmm, last week. bought it when i went shopping with mina..."
jungkook snickers, thumb now poking in between your lips. instinctively, you open your mouth for him to easily slide his thumb in between. you let out a muffled giggle, swirling your tongue around his thumb.
you both had wide grins on eachother's faces, fully aware of where this was heading.
you choke on his entire thumb the moment he pushes it all in, his thumb and a part of his hand, stuffing your mouth full. with a little bit of drool slipping out of your mouth, you close your eyes with a hum, but jungkook pulls his hand out.
hurriedly, with a satisfied grin, jungkook begins to unbuckle his belt. but before he could move any further, you were quick enough to stop him, bringing confusion to his face.
"huh?"
"kook, the bed. get on the bed, please." you request.
jungkook raises his eyebrow as your unusual request, but still obeying. he removes his shoes first, then gets on the bed, legs spread and leaning against the headboard as he waits for your next move. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, excitedly making your way to sit in between his legs.
jungkook, in the other hand, admist his confusion, still couldn't hold back the little smile that threatened to come out. let's just say...this relationship was more than just being a sugar daddy and sugar baby. for him, at least. he'd like to think so.
you push some of your hair back, brushing it along the way and letting it fall down your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. pretty, jungkook thinks.
"what're you going to do?" he asks, voice as gentle as ever.
you let out a long hum, fingers struggling to open the zipper of his trousers. he was rock hard, so it was hard to get the zip down. ugh.
jungkook chuckles at your struggles, "want me to take it off for you?"
you shake your head in denial. no. you were gonna do everything tonight with no help from him. with the help of the strong mentality you've set on getting goal done, you manage to successfully pull the zipper off.
you sigh, relieved, but jungkook just laughs at you, almost mockingly.
"what?" you ask.
"nothing, baby, 'just love watching you trying to please me. you're gonna take my cock tonight? hm?" the corner of his lip curves up.
"hmmmm, yes" you're moaning.
jungkook snorts, as if he's not believing you. but he takes off his trousers and boxers, leaving his lower body bare. you're gulping while staring at his erect cock, finally free from the restraints of his white calvein klein boxers. he's already leaking precum.
you lean forward, taking his fat cock in your hands, giving it a few pumps. smearing the precum all over the tip, you use it as lube, pumping his cock again. it barely fits in your hands. you have to use both your hands to hold it.
your ass was up, back slightly arched as you took his cock in your mouth. a muffled moan immediately escapes you, as you slowly slowly take him in deeper in your mouth inch by inch. fuck, was it hard. suddenly getting the urge to cough, you quickly pull him off of your mouth and turn your head around to cough.
"shit, you okay, doll?"
nodding your head in embarrassment, you take hold of his cock again to leave kitten licks all over it. you begin by licking the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over the small alleyway of his cockhead several times. jungkook hisses at the feeling, eyes droopy. happily, you're licking all over his shaft as if it's your favourite ice cream.
you lick a long stripe up his shaft again, then circling your tongue on the dent in his cockhead. pulling away to spit on his cock, you rub your saliva all over the base with both your hands, then taking his cock in your mouth again.
you sink it down your throat further, slobbering all over his cock, saliva gushing out of your mouth and covering his cock full. his hand instinctively lands on the back of your head, caressing your hair and giving your scalp a subtle massage.
you were so beautiful, he thought.
slowly, you move your head up and down his length, sucking his cock in your mouth. his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, causing him to let out a few grunts from here and there. he was surprisingly very vocal during sex. and that just got you even wetter.
"mhm, that's right. taking my cock well, huh? taught you good?" his free hand taps your cheek, feeling his cock against your cheek. your cheeks were hollow, your face felt hot. it was obviously heating up, and so was your pussy. jungkook's hand leaves the back of your head to touch your other cheek, both hands holding up your face now as you took him in your mouth. he grunts, releasing another breath.
you slurp up your saliva on his cock only to spit it back, swiping your tongue on his base. you bob your head on his cock, enjoying all of his moans to the fullest. his thumbs swipe over your cheeks repeatedly, wiping away the small tears that are falling down.
"bet you're soaking right now, hm? fhuckâi can imagine how pretty your panties look right now. drenched and sticking to your pussy? isn't that right, angel?"
you hurry to nod your head, still sucking him in your mouth. fuck, you were so cockdrunk. jungkook knew exactly how to get you riled up. the small touches and caresses, holding your face and hair, he knew you liked that. of course he did. he knew your body like the back of his hand.
"yeah?" he acknowledges your nodding, petting your head. you try to best to flash him a smile, moaning in between. "that's right." his palm lays flat on top of your head again as he pushes your head back down on his cock, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat again.
you're pretty sure it's gonna bruise there.
up! down! up! down! you go, warming his cock up by the insides of your mouth. your right hand is wrapped around the rest of his cock that you can't fit while the other squeezed his balls.
the harder jungkook pushed the more you gagged on his cock. it felt suffocating, but you knew jungkook would never do anything to hurt you. you're whining, clawing his thighs. your eyes rolled to the back of your head followed by a series of cusses coming from jungkook's mouth.
"ohhh, oh, hah, fuck, fuck." his head is thrown back against the headboard of the bed. he lets out a whiny little moan, spilling his load into your mouth. jungkook wipes away your tears once you slip his cock out of your mouth with a pop, reassuring you on how well you did.
"you did so well, angel. took my cock so good." he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to raise your head back up. you looked so fucked out just from his dick in your mouth. it was definitely a huge ego boost for him. as much as he loved seeing you pretty and dolled up for him, this look on you has got to be one of his favourites. naked, sweaty and fucked out from his dick. you were so pretty.
"hmm...", he groans, hand sliding up from your left breast to the back of your neck, pulling you on top of him so that you'd be sitting on his lap. "liked having a mouth full of cock?" he grins mockingly, left arm folded on his back as he rests back on it. you nod your head, eyes still closed. the man chuckles, wiping away the drool on your face and chest. he makes sure to wipe his hand on your asscheek also, then slapping it afterwards.
"good now?" he checks up on you.
"yes. all good." you flash him a toothy smile with a thumbs up. jungkook smiles, tongue poking his cheek. "c'mere." he pulls you closer by your waist and securely wraps his right arm around you. your cheek was resting against his peck while he caressed your hair, giving your scalp a few massages here and there.
jungkook trails kisses from the back of your ear down to your neck, darting his tongue out to lick some areas known to make you moan. "let me take care of you, doll."
your sugar daddy gently lays down your body on the bed, hovering over you quickly. he takes a moment to stare down at you, a stupid little smile brightening up his face. you raise your eyebrow, quick to pick up on that. "what? why're you smiling like that?" you ask.
"why not?" jungkook snickers, he pinches the tip of your cheek, thumb gently caressing it afterwards. you feel your cheeks heat up. leaning into his touch, you smile a little.
jungkook lifts you hips up, angling his cock with your entrance and you almostâ almost forget your plan. immediately, you halt and place your hand on his chest with a shake of your head.
"why? something wrong?"
you nod your head, gently pushing the man back.
"what're you doing?" you shush him up with your index finger pressed against his lips and shaking your head. jungkook raises his eyebrow.
"i wanna ride you."
jungkook just stares at you as if you've just told him the craziest thing ever, eyes wide as well. stop. this is making you feel embarrassed. what if he just laughs at you?
"what, you're gonna ride me now?" jungkook couldn't help but laugh a little, but immediately shutting himself up when he sees the frown on your face. "okay, sorry, sorry."
"yeah, i am." your voice came out almost inaudible. you felt so small in his large presence. with his big eyes boring into yours, you feel put on the spot. like. like everyone's looking at you holding a mic to your mouth expecting you to talk.
the corner of his lip slightly twitches up, then he breaks into a smile. big hands land on your hips and effortlessly drags you closer to him, he then lifts your chin up, thumb swiping over your lower lip. "sure you won't hurt yourself?"
"yes, daddy. not gonna hurt." jungkook chuckles at the nickname, finding it amusing. you both never really used the name daddy, just once or twice. although, you can't deny how the nickname gets you feeling sort of...thrilled? aroused? jungkook could say the same.
"daddy, huh?" he clicks his tongue.
you nod your head with a small hum, raising your body up to sit on your knees. "lie down, please."
jungkook listens to your request with a teasing smirk on his face. hah, you wanted to fuck that smirk off of him soooooo bad. he lies down on the bed with two pillows supporting his back and makes himself comfortable. he raises his eyebrow watching your puzzled expression, trying really hard to read your face. his legs are spread, fat cock rock hard and leaking that precum you love so much. you gulp down the drool that was already pooled up in your mouth, eyes darting between jungkook's eyes and his cock.
"what're you waiting for? come fuck me, girl."
and you do.
gliding yourself over his muscular thighs, you settle yourself on top of him, your thighs on each side of his waist. you avert your gaze down to his massive cock, twitching with pre cum leaking from the tip, impatiently waiting for you. you take a long deep breath before raising your body over his thighs, then angling your pelvis over his cock. wrapping your hand around his base, you teasingly rub the tip on your folds. jungkook tugs on his lower lip as your pussy twitches against his tip, both your juices slightly mixed with eachother. you raise your hips up again and this time, a string of wetness appears connecting your hole and his reddened tip.
"fucking nasty. you're soaking." jungkook couldn't help but reach out to touch your pussy one more time. you groan once his thumb harshly rubs on your clit while his fingers sunk into your pussy for a moment. he pulls them out before you could even enjoy the feeling, ending it with a slap on your clit. "go on. get on this dick."
jungkook was such a slut.
the moment you finally sink yourself in, or try to, both of you let out a soft gasp, taking in how genuinely tight it felt.
"god, kook...mh", your chest heaved up and down as you balanced yourself, still not fully sunk in his dick yet. you move your hand down there to spread your pussy lips a little further apart, then pushing yourself down a little further.
jungkook stayed silent watching you struggle for a few seconds before deciding to step in. "you okay? want help?" his fingers caressed from your waist to hips, trying to soothe you. you whine, frustrated, ughâ
"i can't. can't do thisâmh, too big!"
you give up.
jungkook clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. he shakes his head, disapproving your decision. "come on, baby. 'know you can do this. you're a hardworking girl. it's okay."
"no, no, no, ahh, can't." you shake your head in denial.
"tsk. no. you're gonna do this. slap my thigh if it's too much, m?" a tear escapes your eye as you finally agree to proceeding to pursue your initial goal. jungkook decides to lend a helping hand by rubbing your clit in various patterns slowly to get you wetter and make it easier for you. "better not cum."
"hmm...", you moan out.
with your throbbing clit being rolled in between the tip of the big man's fingers, you sink your hips down his much bigger dick, eyes widening at the newfound sensation.
"SHITâ oh, mm!" his tip hit your g spot, causing your entire body to tremble a little. the action makes jungkook laugh cockily, his lips forming into a mocking pout.
"gonna cum already? my dick only had to get in? you're that needy?" he slaps your cheeks lightly. you give him nothing but a small enticing glare. jungkook groans and taps your hips as a signal for you to get moving.
your knees buried deep into the bed sheets, you steady yourself before guiding your hips up and down slowly. honestly, it hurt. your walls were so mushy and tight, firmly gripping the base of his cock.
"ah, loosen up, angel. if not, you'll make me cum just from that tightnessâshiii."
you try to loosen up your pussy hole, relaxing your entire body but ugh, you just can't do it. with a whine, you continue thrusting yourself downwards on his cock. jungkook adjust himself to you fullyâ your pussy felt soooo full. so fucking stuffed. his tip reached your womb. you didn't even know having him this deep could be possible. it hurt so bad, yet it felt so good. jungkook's hand reaches behind your back to grab the flesh of your ass and mold it into his liking, slapping and pulling on the flesh.
by now you've learnt how to sit on his dick fully inside. and now, you're doing to fuck it.
"h-haaaâ" a breathy moan surpasses through as you begin riding his dick, your walls tightly squeezing in his fat base. your moves were slow and careful, careful trying not to hurt yourself too much. it already hurt so bad, noâburnt. your pussy felt as if it was burning, overwhelmed by the size of his dick. you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly remembering why you've never tried fully taking him in. cause your cunt was too small! and fuck! does it hurt!
still, you try, brushing away the second thoughts. the skin slapping noises grew louder each thrust as you let his cock hit deeper and deeper areas. jungkook was in pure ecstasy. the most attractive woman he's ever seen (he would never never reveal that to you) is riding his dick. he loved every second of it.
his hands cup your tits through the sheer fabric of your skimpy lingerie, thumbing your nipples hard. he could feel your nipples grow harder, he just could. which drove him crazy. jungkook's thumbs swipe on your nipples, swirling the bud around too. the bridge of his nose brush against your collarbone as he leans his face closer to your neck, whispering sweet nothings.
"i fucking love watching you struggle like this." you grip onto his wrist tightly, twisting it around with your nails digging deep into his skin and probably creating scars. thankfully for your wet slick, it progressively got easier for you to slide up and down.
"take this off. mm, now." his fingers toyed with the straps of your skimpy ass top, tugging on the fragile material and pulling on it. you groan, hurriedly taking off the annoying ass top and throwing it away to let it land on wherever.
you breasts were fully bare for him, big and juicy, nipples hard as fuck. you were such an eye candy. he lovedâliked everything about you. so fucking hot. he could go insane.
your jaw falls open, shoulder pushed back and chest popped out as you rode his dick. such a pornographc sight. your tits bounced along with each of your jumps. puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust of your hips, his dark pubic brushing against your clit, creating some sort of friction as well. fuuuck.
jungkook caresses your hips, fingertips also dancing across your asscheeks, bringing you a relaxing feeling amidst the heavy workout you're putting yourself through. you slam yourself onto his dick, pussy quite literally splitting into two. you've never fucked someone this hard. this is so crazy, you're actually taking himâ you gasp, letting yourself feel out his dick fully.
fuckfuckfuck you could feel his dick tightly smuggled inside your chubby cunt, feeling out the tight clasp of your walls as you literally squeezed him shut. shit, you're scared he wouldn't be able to pull out even. you're squeezing him that tightly. you hold onto his broad shoulders, long manicured nails digging into the skin, probablyâmost probably leaving marks. you inhale in the musky scent he always has once he gets back from work. you loooveeee it.
"please, iâliterallyâlike, fawwkkkk jungkook!" jungkook hisses, hands messily searching for the discarded dirty panties on the side of the bed. he finally finds them and brings them upto his nose to take a long sniff out of it. a looongg nasty sniff. "you're so dirty, daddy."
his eyes drift from the dirty material to yours in a second. he quickly dropped it off and snakes his arms from under your thighs to hoist you up the bed. you squeel in surprise, arms immediately wrapping around his neck for stability. jungkook looks at you from below, big doe eyes glistening at you as you stared back. you giggle a little once you feel his hand slap your asscheek and grab it again.
jungkook leans forward to envelope your lips in a sweet kiss. you sigh in content, kissing him back passionately as your tongues swirled on eachother. you both were eating out eachothers face so good. moving your heads rhythmically in sync while your nails scratched his back real good. you exchanged saliva, head tilting to various sides as you shared a sloppy messy kiss. so fucking hot.
"mmh, put it in...", you try to reach behind your back and grab his dick but jungkook beats you to it, swatting your hand away. he grips his cock, squeezing the red tip with a hiss. "inside me, daddy." his mind feels fuzzy as he slides his dick inside you again. this time, it enters pretty easy, much easier than before. well, since you're well lubricated and all. you both moan in sync, shoulders dramatically falling down as he fills you up again. you hug his muscular body, gliding up and down his dick once again. second time feels much better than last. shiiiit.
"you're so big. iâ" you sigh deeply, whole cunt swallowing his fat dick. "hm, it slips in so easily now." you grunt into his neck, trying to adjust yourself. "yeah, cause you're slippery as shit."
"c'mon, sweetheart." he pats your back as you start over, again. you begin riding his dick once more, this time gripping onto the head of the bed and his head. "you know you're doing so good, yeah? never been more proud of you." you could feel the bone of his nose poke your neck as he inhales your sweaty scent in. jungkook presses tiny kisses all over your neck, down to your collarbone. little kisses all over your collarbone. little hickeys forming all over your collarbone ŕŤŽę° â â¸â¸ â ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
yeah you know what, maybe you overestimated yourself. fuck does this hurt. did your pussy get smaller or what. you were squeezing him so tight. so fucking tight.
"kooâ haaarrd... 'm struggling." you grunt into his neck.
"lemme take over, then."
"whaâno. i'm fucking you." you refuse his offer quite literally right away.
"you're barely holding on. can't even keep my dick inside without moving around. hm?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, squeezing your cheeks together mockingly. he treated you as if you were a feeble little being who couldn't even complete the simplest task.
nothing simple about this dick.
he made sure his dick was perfectly tucked inside, ready to absolutely break you apart on it.
your pussy suddenly starts pulsating, clenching around his dick repeatedly. jungkook lets out a gruff moan, palm slapping against your waist.
"stop fucking clenching. you gonna cum, yeah? is that what this is?"
"mmmhm, i don't want to cum." you break into a whine into his shoulder. "'s okay, just let it out on me, yeah?" he sneaks his arm in between you guys and sticks his thumb out on your very swollen clit. you flinch once he starts rubbing your clit, and in no time, you cream his dick.
"fuck, no, iâi don't want to cum yet." you punch his arm and bite his shoulder, agitated that he just had to make you cum. "i wanted to make you cum first. fuck you." "too bad. i barely even moved."
"are you making fun of me?"
"maybe."
you tug on his hair and bite his arm as revenge.
"i haven't cum yet. did you forget?" he pulls on your hair.
"you know that i wanted to ride you." you huff,
"and you did."
"barely." you roll your eyes, snuggling closer into him, face nuzzled into his neck.
"yeah, my bad my dick's too big."
"you're so over the head."
"okay, but we both know i'm right."
"my vagina is burning."
jungkook pinches the top of your ass and flips you over so that you'd be laying on your back. the sudden movement catches you off guard as you yelp in surprise.
"ow! that hurt."
jungkook doesn't respond to you, but slowly, carefully, pulls his dick out of you. he's still rock hard. you're not surprised.
"you said you wanted to make me feel good, yeah?" he caresses the side of your face, moving away each and every hair sticking to your face. gentle kisses all over your face, cheek, nose, eyesâhe suddenly stops, the eye contact between you two breaking the moment he looks away. your breath hitch, there's a tingling feeling all over your body, it felt like the tip of a feather gracing over your face.
âWhat is it?â
âNothing.â
âMhm.â
Jungkook squeezes the fat of your belly with a soft kiss on top and suddenlyâhe was so sly with it tooâenters his dick inside your cunt again. âAH!â, you yelp out due to the sudden waves of pain and pleasure sent right from your swollen fucking pussy.
âCome on, girl, take it. I know you canâhaah.â
He plunges his dick deep in you with a hard thrust and immediately going at it. He didnât stop. No he did not. Jungkook rutted into your wet cunt like an animal in heat, desperate to hear the high pitch moans coming out of your swollen lips.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched and gasps left your lips repeatedly. It hurt so bad. Your pussy was fucking burning. It hurt so bad that it felt so good. Heâs never done this before. Heâs never probably been inside you fully. You swore to the heavens above that your cunt was already torn apart. There was no way.
âJungkookâmmhphhhhhhhhhttttt!!! It hurts so much! Stop, ah, fuck!â
You raise your legs up, slinking them around his toned sweaty fucking torso. Jungkook grabbed a handful of your meaty thighs, using the fat for support to cling onto you more.
âPlease! Stopstopstopstop it hurts so much!â
You didnât actually want him to stop. You wouldâve used to the safe word if so, you and him both knew that very well.
Jungkook grunts in annoyance with a slap on your ass to shut you up.
âShut up and take my fucking dick. You wanted this. Finish what youâve started. Take my fucking dick like you said you would!â
He was so big.
âYouâre a big girl made for taking big fucking cocks like mine, yeah?â
Without a warning, his palms slap against both your asscheeks before hoisting your entire body up into his arms. Jungkook had you on top of his thighs, carrying your entire weight on his arms as he thrusted from below. His thrusts were so harsh and aggressive with the intention of only wrecking your pussy apart. You were bounced on his cock like a ragdoll. He used you for his pleasure, letting his cock mold the insides of your pussy to the perfect shape that'll fit him always.
"I'm not letting this pussy go now. Hah", he rocks your body upwards again, letting you fall onto his. you cling onto his body for dear life, arms wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in front of his face. you could feel his balls slap against your ass repeatedly. they were wet, slimey and sticky. he spread the stickyness on his balls everywhere, constantly reminding you of the fact that he was deep inside you now. like, finally.
"da-ddy! i can't believe you're fucking me like t-this."
you close your eyes tight, your nails gripping onto jungkook's scalp as you let out a scream.
"please, oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! i'm g'na- HAAH!"
jungkook recognizes the familiar high pitched sound you make, hand sneakily rubbing your puffy clit again. and as a cherry on top, he spreads your ass cheeks apart and sneaks his thumb in between to penetrate your neglected tight little hole. he rubs your hole and inserts the tip of his finger in, repeating the process after. You were so tight down there, considering the fact that you were still an ass virgin. He always said he was gonna take your ass sometime, but you always said no. This was your first time. Fuck.
The finger in your ass caught you off guard as you let out a shriek, your asshole immediately tightening at the sensation.
âJungâŚhah. My assâhhnmpht!â
He shushes you up with a kiss and got into work, rubbing your swollen little clit with his right hand and finger your tight asshole with his left hand, all while his cock absolutely ruined you from below.
âStop! Too much! Too much! Too much!â
You slobber all over his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as your entire body shiver and crumble against him. You didnât have to tell Jungkook once, he knew you were just about to cum.
âCum, baby. Let go. Youâve done amazing.â He fastens his pace on your clit, giving you just enough simulation.
âAh! Iâm gâna pee! FuckfuckfuckfuckSTOP!!â
You let out one more loud cry before aggressively trembly. Your pussy is so used and swollen and your ass hurts so much. Fuck. It didnât take that long till your pussy starts squirting angrily. Your eyes widen, back arching as you let your pussy take full control of your body.
Jungkook pulls out of you for a brief moment to let you squirt wherever. His hand never left your clit though, continuing to rub at an increased speed. Your pussy convulses aggressively, squirting on everything and everywhere. The sheets behind you were fully drenched with your squirt and so was his dick, that was right under you.
âIâm sorry Iâm making a mess all over your bed,â you cry into his shoulder, completely overwhelmed with everything thatâs happening.
Youâre still squirting. You donât know if youâre actually squirting or just straight up pissing yourself on him. This was so embarrassing. Your face was so red. This is so humiliating fuckfuckfuck.
âIâm soââyou choke,ââembarrassed. Ahh, Iâve ruined everything.â You cry out, covering your face with your hands. Jungkook understood that this was an intense moment for you. Youâve squirted before, but never this hard. He soothes you by bringing you into his embrace, tracing patterns on your back to help you calm down.
You choke on your tears again. You were crying so much. Youâve never cried this much during sex before. As concerned he was for you, he was starting to admit he liked that sight. He liked it when you were crying out for him.
You let out the last bit of squirt on his cock, drenching him fully. Jungkookâs cock twitches, itâs angry head starting to let out spurts of cum.
Fuck, he couldnât believe it. He was cumming. He was cumming so hard from just watching you orgasm. He was getting off to your orgasm.
âFuck. Shit. Oh my godâ, Jungkook groans. He throws his head backwards, letting his cum spurt out as you squeezed his balls. There was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as his face changed into various expressions as he emptied his balls into your mouth.
You made sure to put your mouth on it and let his cum fall right onto your tongue, just how he liked it. And you also made sure to swallow it all, just how he liked it.
You were still getting off of your high as well, body still crumbled against his.
âItâs okay, babygirlâ, Jungkook coos into your ear and soothingly rubs your pussy slowly with your palm till you calm down.
âIt stingsâ, you whine.
âHmm, I know, baby. Take a deep breath.â
You obey him, taking a deep breath as he wiped off your tears. You sniffle. Your pussy was still throbbing and hole gaping. Fuck. Youâre gonna stay stretched like this for a while. He ripped you apart.
âMy gorgeous girl. You did so well.â He presses a kiss to your temple. âI canât believe I fucking came to you squirtingâ, he chuckles.
âI wanted you to cum in my pussy.â You whine, spreading your pussy lips apart once again.
âI know. But this is more than enough. You know I get off to your orgasms.â He swats your hand away.
âLet her rest.â Jungkook leans down to press a kiss to your swollen worn out pussy.
You cry out, scooting closer to him.
Jungkook then picked you up, took you to the bathroom, made you pee, and brought you back to bed after changing the sheets.
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
What?
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pairing: ex bf!Jungkook x black fem!reader
Synopsis â
: what you and jungkook had was toxic, but he keeps coming back for more.
warning: kissing, hickeys, seven mv! Jungkook (cause why not), (Reader is in the talking stage with a guy), reader uses she/her prns, let me know if thereâs more.
âComing.â You quickly got up from your couch, a smile gracing your face as you opened your apartment door. It only took you to see the sleeve tattoos and all black attire to know that it wasnât the man you were hoping to arrive thirty minutes ago. Jeon jungkook, a handsome man aka your clingy toxic ex.
Jungkook watched with a raised eyebrow seeing your smile fade away and turn into a more confused and annoying look. âWhy are you here?â You asked bluntly. âNice to meet you too.â The grin you wanted to wipe away plastered his face as he barged into your apartment, not caring if you protest.
Simply taking off his shoes and looking around the familiar area he used to stay over. âYou decorated more.â Jungkook hummed taking in the main color theme of pink and white, jungkook��s clothing basically being the only odd color in the place.
Shutting the door you watched his back as you waited for him to turn and look at you, which he did looking you up and down slowly. âWhy are you here jungkook.â You asked once again, hoping it will be the last time repeating your question. Jungkook shrugged making his way to the comfy couch. âI missed you.â He said stating the obvious.
It was half true, he also wanted to see if it was true or not that you were seeing another guy after seeing your instagram story. Letâs just say jungkook made a fake page to see what you were doing now and then after you blocked him. âJungkook, when are you going to move on?â The frustration was evident in your tone, trying to figure out if heâs making it hard to avoid him or you honestly wished he moved on.
Jungkook played with his lip ring out of habit whenever heâs in his own world, big doe eyes in a daze as he man spread even more. His grin finally coming back onto his face as he looked at you after thinking. âI donât want to.â Easy for him to say. Monday through Friday you encountered him, itâs Saturday morning which means youâll be seeing him Sunday as well. Canât get rid of him easily.
You walked closer to jungkook putting a hand on your hip as you sized him up and down. Canât lie, the man looked so fine right now it was hard to focus. âYouâre being clingy, Iâm pretty sure you have another girl waiting for you.â You said with a tight lip smile only causing jungkook to laugh.
âYouâre right I do, but I donât want her I want you.â He said with a pout. Jungkook leaned up a little to reach out for you, grabbing your hand and easily pulling you on top off him causing you to straddle his lap. âJungkook!â Looking at him with wide eyes, you try to get off his lap, but he just held your waist tighter to stop all movements. He bit his lip as he took in your outfit.
You wore a nice baby pink raspberry petit fours wrap top set with a gold heart necklace that surprisingly jungkook gifted you on your birthday. Yâall arenât together anymore, but that doesnât mean you should stop wearing the pretty jewelry he bought you.
âYou look nice, going to meet with someone.â His hands slowly rubbed up and down your waist teasingly as he looked at you. âYes infact I am.â You didnât want to tell him that your date probablyâ most likely stood you up, for some reason you donât even know. The hours you spent to look pretty was suddenly feeling like it was going to waste.
âHmm really? I thought you got all pretty for me.â The nice smell of vanilla radiating from you made jungkook almost let out a groan wanting nothing more than to take you on this couch right now. âNot everything is about you jungkook.â I said tilting my head.
Jungkook pulled your body even closer. âAdmit it, you miss me.â His voice was husky and stern. One thing jungkook wasnât, was stupid. He can see right through your facade that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Forget the whole toxic stuff, he still was crazy in love with you.
You didnât want to feed into jungkookâs ego, you were too stubborn, but the way he held you and looked at you with the sexiest look he could pull off was driving you crazy. You didnât understand how such a toxic man can make you feel this type of way, only jungkook can thatâs for sure. Jungkook loved everything about you, it was just his actions that fucked things up for you both.
You looked at his lips seeing him play with his lip ring waiting for a response. âAny day now pretty.â He said calmly knowing the affect he has on you, grinning seeing you focused on his lips. âIf I say I do, would you leave me alone?â Jungkook raised an eyebrow before laughing. âMmm, Iâll see what I can do.â He said tilting his head.
âI miss you..a lot jungkook.â
âA lot huh?â He teased causing you to roll your eyes. He pulled you closer towards his body, face close together as his lips grazed yours. âCan I show you how much I missed you?â His voice was in a mere whisper yet husky, playing with the hem of your dress. Your body reacted before your mind can as you shook your head yes. Thatâs all it took for him to kiss you deeply, letting out a groan from missing your lips on his.
The kiss was passionate and rough, nothing but pure love mixed in with pleasure. Your friends wouldâve called you crazy for doing this, but honestly you could care less when it comes to jungkook making your body feel loved.
The kisses he trailed down your neck turned into sucking your neck leaving hickeys as his gripped tightened on your waist. âYou know Iâm better than him in every way possible.â Jungkook muttered into your neck as your hands tangled into his curly mullet.
He was right, he was better than him. Your date definitely couldnât compare and you were sure of it when he made the decision to not show up for yâall date, a text wouldâve been fine to let you know he wouldnât make it, but instead he went ghost. Sad.
Jungkook looked at the hickeys he made on my neck, loving the art work he did. âYouâre addicting, you know that?â He said, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you to your room.
âWhat we have is toxic jungkook.â You whined out letting him place you on my bed, towering over your body as he got between your legs, looking into your eyes and already taking off his shirt revealing his muscular body and sleeve tattoo.
âI call it devotion pretty.â
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Stuck With You. (m)
synopsis. Imagine being stuck in a room with a walking nightmare who really wants to fuck you.
genre: crack, 18+.
pairings: jungkook x fem reader.
warnings: stÝck În â rôôm tôgêthêr trôpê, crÎngê jÝngkôôk, hôrnÿ jÝngkôôk, tsÝndêrê ÿn, sêxÝâl jôkês, ônê bêd trôpê, hê jÝst wânts tô hÎt Ît wÎth ÿôÝ ând lÎvê hâppÎlÿ êvêr âftêr.
note. If this flops- oh well. But if this becomes a hit, I will make it a series hehe, gif credits to owner, found it on Pinterest. OMG ENJOY!
pt 2 on high demand.
You are absolutely going to lose your mind. Not because youâre stuck in a roomâ
no, that part isnât even the problem. Itâs who youâre stuck with.
âDonât look so mad, babe. Youâll get wrinkles,â Jungkook says, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, looking every bit like he owns the place.
His black t-shirt clings to his annoyingly perfect body, and his smug grin stretches wider every time he catches your glare.
âYouâre the reason weâre stuck in here, you idiot,â you snap, pacing the room. âWho even breaks a doorknob while trying to open the door?â
âIt wasnât my fault!â he protests, throwing his hands up. âThe thing was looseâlike, super loose. I barely touched it.â
You stop pacing and point at him. âYou yanked it like you were in a strongman competition!â
Jungkook shrugs, like being accused of destroying things is just another Tuesday for him. âMaybe. But hey, at least weâve got⌠each other?â His grin turns into that stupid wink he loves so much.
You groan and flop onto the bed. It creaks under your weight, and you make a face because this feels like the start of a very bad rom-com. âI canât believe this. I have work tomorrow.â
Jungkook leans against the bedpost, towering over you with that annoyingly pretty face of his. âRelax, princess. Iâm sure someone will fix it soon. MeanwhileâŚâ His eyes trail down your body in that blatant, shameless way that only Jungkook can pull off. ââŚyouâre looking pretty comfortable.â
âStop staring at my tits, Jeon.â You cross your arms over your chest, even though you know it wonât stop him.
This is seriously ridiculous.
âI wasnât,â he lies, biting back a grin.
âYou were.â
âOkay, I was,â he admits, laughing. He flops down onto the bed beside you, making the mattress bounce slightly. Heâs so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. âBut you canât really blame me. Theyâre right there.â
You grab a pillow and smack him with it, hard enough to knock some of the smugness out of him. He lets out an exaggerated groan, clutching his chest like youâve mortally wounded him. âAbuse! yn, youâre abusing me!â
âYou deserve it!â you say, your voice rising with every word.
you like being evil.
âOh, come on.â He shifts closer, so close his shoulder brushes against yours. His voice drops, teasing and low. âAdmit it. Youâd miss me if I werenât here.â
You scoff. âIâd celebrate.â
Jungkook gasps dramatically, his hand flying to his chest. âCold. That was cold, yn.â He shakes his head, his messy hair falling into his eyes. âYouâd be crying without me to entertain you.â
âIâd cry tears of joy.â
âSure, sure,â he says, his grin widening. Then he leans in, his voice dropping again. âBut⌠if youâre gonna cry, you might as well do it on my shoulder, babe.â
You hate the way your stomach flips at his tone. His big, stupid eyes are focused on you, and for once, theyâre not looking at your chest.
You roll your eyes to hide how flustered you feel. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre irresistible,â he fires back, leaning in even closer. His breath tickles your skin, and you shove him away before he gets any ideas.
âDonât even think about it.â
âWhat?â he says, feigning innocence as he lays back on the bed, his arms tucked behind his head. âI wasnât thinking anything.â
âYouâre always thinking something,â you say, narrowing your eyes.
âMaybe,â he admits, his lips twitching up into a smirk. âBut if I told you, youâd probably hit me again.â
âYouâre not wrong.â
He laughs, loud and carefree, and itâs so annoying that you canât help but smile a little.
Even though heâs so fucking annoying.
Time passes slower than it should. Youâre lying back now, one arm thrown over your face to block out the overhead light, trying to focus on literally anything other than the fact that youâre stuck in a room with Jeon Jungkook.
âyn,â Jungkook says after a while, his tone softer now.
âWhat?â you ask without looking at him.
âIâm bored.â
You sigh. âAnd what do you want me to do about it?â
âI donât know⌠entertain me?â
You pull your arm off your face and give him a deadpan look. âWhat am I, a clown?â
His grin returns, and you immediately regret your choice of words. âYou could put on a show for me, babe.â
You groan. âShut up, Jeon.â
âOr,â he says, his voice dipping lower as he rolls onto his side to face you, âwe could play a game.â
You narrow your eyes. âWhat kind of game?â
âTruth or dare.â
âNo.â
âOh, come on, donât be boring.â
âIâm not playing truth or dare with you, Jungkook. I know how your brain works.â
He pouts, and itâs so absurdly dramatic that you almost laugh. Almost. âYouâre no fun, yn.â
âGood. I donât want to be fun.â
Jungkook sits up suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âFine. Then letâs make a bet.â
âA bet?â you repeat, suspicious.
âYeah.â His grin turns wicked. âIf weâre still stuck in here after another hour, you have to go on a real date with me.â
Your jaw drops. âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â He shrugs, like this is the most normal thing in the world. âTake it or leave it, babe.â
You sit up, crossing your arms. âAnd what happens if we get out of here before the hourâs up?â
Jungkookâs grin doesnât falter. âThen Iâll stop making inappropriate jokes for a week.â
You narrow your eyes at him. âYouâre lying.â
âScoutâs honor,â he says, holding up three fingers.
You stare at him for a long moment, weighing your options. Then, finally, you sigh. âFine. But youâre going to regret this when weâre out of here in twenty minutes.â
Jungkook just smirks, his confidence radiating off him in waves. âWeâll see, babe.â
And as much as you hate to admit it, you kind of hope you lose.
You stare at him, his stupid is grin practically glowing in the dim light of the room. Heâs lying on his side now, looking way too comfortable, while youâre still sitting upright like youâre waiting for a rescue team.
âYou seem a little tense,â he says, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always makes your eye twitch.
âI wonder why,â you deadpan, gesturing to the locked door. âMaybe itâs because Iâm stuck in here with a man-child who thinks âtruth or dareâ is an appropriate solution to boredom.â
Jungkook props his head up on one hand, his biceps flexing in a way that feels intentional. âIâm just saying, if weâre stuck here, we might as well make it fun. And letâs face it, yn, no one else makes you laugh like I do.â
You snort, leaning back against the headboard. âYou donât make me laugh. You make me want to scream.â
âSame thing,â he says with a wink.
You roll your eyes, but you canât fight the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You hate that heâs right.
As much as you want to throttle him half the time, the other half? Youâre too busy laughing at his ridiculousness to care.
âOkay,â you say suddenly, sitting up straighter. âLetâs play your stupid game.â
Jungkook perks up immediately, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. âTruth or dare?â
âTruth,â you say, crossing your arms.
He doesnât even hesitate. âDo you think Iâm hot?â
You blink at him, stunned by his audacity, before letting out a disbelieving laugh. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âItâs a valid question,â he says, his smirk growing. âCome on, yn. Be honest.â
You narrow your eyes at him, your cheeks heating against your will. âFine. Youâre⌠decent-looking.â
Heâs very hot, but he doesnât need to know that.
âDecent-looking?â He clutches his chest like youâve just stabbed him. âYouâre breaking my heart here.â
âGood,â you say, fighting back a grin.
âYour turn,â he says, recovering quickly. âTruth or dare?â
You pause, considering your options. âDare.â
His smirk turns dangerous, and you immediately regret your decision. âI dare you to sit on my lap.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âCome on, itâs just a dare,â he says, his tone deceptively innocent. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
âI murder you in cold blood, for starters.â
Jungkook laughs, leaning back against the pillows like heâs got all the time in the world. âYouâre no fun.â
âYou keep saying that like itâs a bad thing.â
He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âIt is when youâre this cute.â
You throw a pillow at his face, and he catches it effortlessly, laughing as he tosses it back at you.
Another twenty minutes pass, and youâre lying side by side now, both of you staring at the ceiling.
âYou know,â Jungkook says, his voice softer now, âthis isnât so bad.â
You turn your head to look at him, your brows furrowing. âBeing locked in a room?â
âBeing stuck with you,â he says, and for once, thereâs no teasing in his voice.
Your stomach does a weird little flip, and you quickly look away, your cheeks heating. âYouâre such a sap.â
You Kind of like it, butâŚ
âOnly for you, babe.â
You groan, shoving him with your shoulder. âStop calling me babe.â
âWhy?â he asks, rolling onto his side to face you. âDoes it make your heart race?â
âNo,â you lie, glaring at him.
Jungkook smirks, leaning in closer. âLiar.â
âIdiot.â
âHot,â he counters, his grin widening.
You donât dignify that with a response.
Eventually, the tension breaks when the doorknob jiggles, and a muffled voice calls from the other side.
âAre you guys okay in there?â
You spring off the bed like itâs on fire. âYes! Get us out!â
Jungkook stays lying down, his arms tucked behind his head, looking as relaxed as ever. âTake your time!â he calls out.
You glare at him, your heart pounding for reasons youâd rather not analyze. âGet up, Jeon.â
âNah, Iâm good here.â
âGet. Up.â
He sighs, sitting up with an exaggerated groan. âFine. But only because youâre cute when youâre bossy.â
You grab the nearest pillow and whack him one last time, just for good measure.
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cherry bomb | part 2 | jungkook (m)
pairing: jungkook x fem reader
summary: after your town goes into lockdown because of the cherry bomb massacre, you find out that the murderer's interest is on you. eventually, youâre left with no choice but to face him.
genre: horror/slasher, angst, smut, college!au
word count: 13.7k
warnings: major character deaths, gaslighting, hallucinations, anxiety/paranoia, grief, trauma, violence (including knife and gun use), torture, blood, gore, descriptions of dead bodies, a funeral scene, fuckboy!JK, oral (fem receiving), fingering, finger-sucking, handjob, cumplay(?), hair-pulling
a/n: this part is quite rougher than the first, so heed the warnings. same notes as the last partânot meant to be entirely realistic since this *is* a slasher. block/filter as needed. i didnât mention this in part 1 but this fic is not set in present day; more like somewhere in the 2000s? i donât think this fic would work as well with all this advanced technology/the prevalence of social media now
...also, i had this story all written out and then decided to completely change the plot at the last minute because i figured out a way to write the original plot i had wanted to do from the beginning. đ yeahâŚjust leave your thoughts below
taglist is at the very bottom of the ficâfor some reason i wasn't able to tag everyone who requested, so please reblog this fic so folks can see it
sources for the fic dividers: one | two
link to part 1
youâre standing in front of some strangerâs house in the early hours of the morning, your body heavy from exhaustion as your adrenaline has run out. this is not at all how you expected your night to end when you left your dorm hours ago. it mustâve taken at least 40 minutes to get to this house, and youâre less familiar with this part of town, which you try not to feel uneasy about. you suppose the farther away from the scene of the carnage, the better.
jungkook bangs on the door, calling out the name yoongi-hyung until the porch light comes on. though itâs illogical, youâre tense with apprehension that the murderer could somehow appear at any moment, and you hope whoever yoongi is lets the both of you in soon. so much for no longer looking over your shoulder.
a man with hair just as long as jungkookâs answers the door, looking disheveled and annoyed. âwhy the fuck are you banging down my door at nearly 2 amâ"
yoongi stops speaking as he eyes the both of you up and down, his gaze going from the bite mark bruises you left on jungkookâs neck to the dried blood on your face to the bullet holes in jungkookâs car. his expression is between surprise and curiosity. âwhat the fuck is going on here?â
âcan we talk inside?â jungkook says, though he doesnât wait for an invitation before pushing his way past the other man and stepping inside.
âuhâŚhi. sorry.â you step inside too, glad to not be out in the open anymore.
yoongi takes another look outside the door at the state of jungkookâs car before closing and locking it. âmind explaining this shit? i thought you were going to that party you told me about?
âi did,â jungkook says, his voice full of frustration. âthe fucking killer showed up at the party.â
âthe fuck are you talking about?â
âyou know what iâm talking about. that werewolf-masked freak? he came and just started stabbing people to death. we watched him shoot a fraternity member in front of us, dude. thatâs why my car looks the way it does.â
âthe campus is probably dangerous,â you add. âthatâs why we came here. we just need somewhere safe to stay for the night.â
yoongi goes to the window and draws back the curtain. he peeks out the small holes in the side of the blinds rather than pushing the blinds down to look outside. âand youâre certain he didnât follow you here? i thought he only killed virgins anyway. why the hell was he shooting at you?â then yoongi turns away from the window and looks at you. âoh. is this why?â
feeling put on the spot, you blurt out: âlook, i donât think that matters much anymore. he seemed to be killing anybody who was in his way.â
âand he was on foot the whole time, so thereâs no way he couldâve followed us,â jungkook adds.
yoongi shakes his head and walks away from the window. âwhole town is fucked, then. come on.â
youâre relieved to be able to scrub the blood off your face and change into fresh clothes. you initially thought it was peculiar that yoongi had spare clothes ready for you to wear until he alluded to keeping them on hand for any of jungkookâs hookups that he brings over.
âsureâof course.â youâd just nodded and tried not to look embarrassed as you accepted the clothes.
even after showering you donât feel entirely clean, though. you think it might be impossible to return to feeling anything like your former self after tonight.
the couch has a pull-out bed, so itâs not as uncomfortable as it would be just sleeping on a regular sofa, which you are grateful for. youâre still arranging the pillow and blankets when jungkook walks into the room holding his own bedding.
âi think i should sleep here,â he says.
âthereâs no room on the couch for the both of us,â you protest, thinking he means to take your spot.
âi mean on the floor. earlier, you didnât seem like you wanted to be left alone in here.â
âoh.â you try to take the edge out of your voice; itâs hard to be polite when youâre still so overwhelmed with stress. âthatâll be uncomfortable though.â
jungkook just waves his hand and dumps his pillow and blanket on the floor before going to push the coffee table out of the way. âdoesnât really matter, i think weâve been through worse tonight than sleeping on a hard floorâŚâ
âthanks,â you say quietly, watching him spread his blanket out on the ground. you want to say something else, but you canât think of anything.
âitâs fine, donât worry about it.â
after a few more moments of staring at jungkook as he arranges his sleeping area, you finally ask, âi was wondering howâd you meet yoongi? he doesnât seem like heâs a college student. iâve never seen him around our campus, at least.â
âhe isnât. he works as a music producer, so heâs out of town a lot, but this is his homebase. as for how we metâitâs a long story. he and my brother actually used to know each other, soâŚâ you think heâll explain further, but he just shakes his head. âbut heâs a good friend.â
âi see. a music producerâŚnice. how cool for a little town like this.â
after everything is to his liking, jungkook gets under the blanket. âtonight was a lot, so try to get some sleep.â
you nod and turn the lamp off, though youâre doubting youâll get any peace tonight. âyeahâŚyou too.â
--
SATURDAY MORNING, NOV 4
you wake up around 11 a.m. on a strange couch wearing strange clothes in a strange room. with your brainâs half-conscious state, your terror reawakens; you think maybe youâve been kidnapped by the murderer and the car ride with jungkook last night was a dreamâuntil yoongi pops into your mind.
you try to regulate your breathing and settle back beneath the blanket, though you know you wonât be going back to sleep.
you havenât gotten more than an hour of sleep in total, broken up into 20-minute intervals across the hours. every time youâve tried to close your eyes and drift off, you see the frat memberâs skull bursting apart again, shocking your entire nervous system. you can think of nothing but the piles of bodies and the deaths you witnessed. perhaps itâs better that you donât sleep; you figure your dreams wouldnât be any more tolerable than your thoughts.
as you shift around on the couch, your whole body screams with soreness. your arms, your ribs, your sides, your legs, andâto a lesser extentâeven between your thighs where jungkook was last night.
you glance over and see that heâs still sprawled on the floor, blanket halfway kicked off. heâs actually awake, his face turned away from you as he blinks slowly and stares at nothing, but he doesnât say anything and so neither do you. with you spending most of your night awake, you saw that he was able to get more rest than you did. lucky him.
it hurts to move, but you reach for your phone and check for any signs of lorelai. none. there is one text from camille, sent 40 minutes ago.
⤠camille: I talked to Lorelaiâs sister. She went to go see about a missing persons report. The police took her information but didnât seem very concerned about it and said she might have just stayed the night with other friends after the party. Apparently a lot of others had the same idea as you. Campus is a ghost town. Theyâre still identifying all the bodies, so no word yet.
⤠y/n: so we just have to sit here and wait to see if sheâll turn up alive or dead? thatâs useless.
⤠camille: As per fucking usual with the pigs.
⤠camille: She also told me thereâs supposed to be a lockdown or something. Itâs on the news.
⤠y/n: a lockdown???
looking around the room, you spot the TV remote sitting on yoongiâs coffee table a few feet away. you try to sit up, but it takes you a couple minutes longer than you anticipate because of the pain. jungkook notices the movement from the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. âwhat are you doing?â
âtryna get the remote.â
jungkook grabs it and hands it to you, and you turn the TV to one of the local news channels.
⤠camille: Theyâre telling people not to leave their homes for anything non-essential while they search for him. Not sure how long thatâs supposed to last. I guess now they wanna get serious about this fucking killer? Too late for that.
you and jungkook watch as the newscaster gives a rundown of last nightâs events; to your small relief, it looks like the killer didnât try to go to the campus after the murders at the party house. the newscaster goes on to announce that the police are instating a citywide curfew, which theyâll discuss further at a press conference in the afternoon. in the meantime, they advise everyone to only travel in groups, shelter in place if possible, and keep all windows and doors locked.
you laugh humorlessly, and jungkook glances at you again. âin groups? we were all packed into one damn house at the party, and how much did that help?â
⤠y/n: are you sure youâre okay at the uni?
⤠camille: Iâm fine. My roommate brought some of her friends into our room so no oneâs left alone. Either way, my dad is coming to help me move some of my things out and come back home.
⤠y/n: okay, please just stay safe.
⤠camille: You too.
âwhat now?â jungkook says once the newscast goes off. âeverybody just stays holed up for like a month while they hunt for that guy?â
you roll your eyes. âpeople wonât stay in their homes for that long. i donât know how any of this is gonna work. we wouldnât be in this mess now if theyâd cared when this first started happening.â
âyou think so? students would still be getting killed. the only difference is that a good chunk of people would just be sitting at home freaking the fuck out and too scared to go anywhere while the killer would still be on the loose.â
ââŚdamn. itâs truly bleak to assume weâd still be in the same situation. youâre an optimistic one.â
âbetter than deluding yourself about it.â
âwhatever. whereâs your family to freak out over you? somebody should be concerned about your whereabouts by now. didnât you say you have a brother? speaking of, iâm gonna have to call my sister soonâŚâ
jungkook turns back to the TV, and you can tell heâs become more tense than he was seconds ago. âyeah, but iâm estranged from them. yoongiâs my family.â
wrong thing to ask. you wonder about the reason for it but decide itâs probably better not to pry. âahâŚthat sucks.â
jungkook looks back at you like heâs irked by that response, but he makes a noise resembling a chuckle. âtell me about it.â
later that afternoon, after youâve reassured your sister veronica on her work break that you are fine and at a âfriendâsâ house (because you have no clue how to refer to either of these men), you and yoongi sit at the kitchen table with brunch while jungkook goes outside to examine the damage to his car more closely.
itâs difficult to eat, but you do so anyway; you donât want to be rude by wasting the food yoongi made. the news station still plays loudly from the living room as you wait for the press conference to come on.
âso, about you and jungkook...â yoongi starts, looking at you from over the rim of his cup of coffee.
âwhat about me and jungkook?â
âwe both know he didnât get those bites on his neck from a wild animal attack.â
you sit up straighter in your seat, a sudden spike of irritation hitting you. âarenât we all grown here? who cares?â you try to sound unbothered despite feeling very green about all of this. after all, youâd only had sex for the first time last night.
âlook, i donât care. fuck him all you want. iâm just trying to advise you not to get emotionally involved, because thatâs not how jungkook operates. the amount of girls iâve had somehow coming after my neck when their situationship with him doesnât work out is starting to get really old. itâd be best if you didnât do the same.â
youâre simultaneously annoyed at his assumption of you and flustered because you want to prove him wrong about acting the same as the other girls. you hate both feelings. âi donât want anything like that with him. i just needed something done and i got it. it doesnât matter anymore.â
yoongi shrugs, and you get the sense heâs heard that before and isnât convinced, but you canât be bothered going back and forth with him about this.
the press conference comes on TV a few minutes later. they announce that classes at your university are cancelled indefinitely; parents and relatives will need to come move their students out, and the school will be operating with a skeleton staff and increased security presence for any students who canât leave the campus. the citywide curfew will be at 8 p.m. every night, by which time almost everyone will need to be in their homes, and it will end at 6 a.m each morning.
âfun,â you say sarcastically. âat least i wonât have to worry about finals and trying not to get murdered at the same time.â
when jungkook comes back inside, you let him know about what he missed from the press conference.
âwe should just stay here for now.â when you raise your eyebrows, jungkook says, âi basically live here when iâm not on campus for classes. plus yoongi-hyung lets me bring girls here all the time, this is nothing new.â
âif both of you are gonna be hiding out in my place, weâll need to go to the store,â yoongi says. âmore mouths to feed.â
ââŚor i could just go home?â you propose, your mind reeling at them already making plans. you feel awkward about staying in a strangerâs house for who knows how long. âi think we only really needed to stay here for the night. itâs fine.â
âwill you have people there with you?â jungkook asks. âitâs not safe to be alone.â
youâre surprised he seems to be this concerned, but you answer: âwell, i meanâŚmy sister works 12-hour shifts as a nurse and sheâs the only one living there, soâŚâ youâd chosen your university because your older sister lived in the area, and because it was a tradition for women in your family to attend that school, but there were no other relatives you could turn to. your parents lived a couple of towns away.
yoongi comes to the conclusion so you donât have to. âin other words, youâll be alone most of the day.â
ââŚi guess. but iâm really not tryna impose on you by staying here.â
yoongi tilts his head, a small smirk on his lips. you automatically dislike the look on his face. âwhy donât you take jungkook with you, then?â
you and jungkook glance at each other. âbut, hyungâŚâ
yoongi shakes his head. âyou already know i can take care of myself. seriously, donât worry about it.â and then yoongi winks at you. you donât know for sure, but you take that to mean heâs probably packing heat like camilleâs dad.
âif youâre sure.â turning to you, jungkook says, âso, how about it?â
âitâs my sisterâs house, so iâll have to ask her,â you say tentatively. âyeahâŚuh. let me do that now, i guess.â you pull out your phone to text her about it, though you know itâll be a while before she gets another work break and can answer. âin the meantimeâŚi think weâll need to go to the store either way. and then to campus to pick our things up.â
âyouâre right. letâs go then,â jungkook says.
the store is full of people panic-buying food and necessities in preparation for the curfew and effective lockdown, which you expected. you and jungkook end up going your separate ways to find the things you need because itâs quicker that way, and because you want to get in and out of the store as soon as possible. the crowdedness is too much like the party, and despite yourself, anxiety begins rising in you due to the claustrophobic atmosphere. you try to maintain even breaths as you keep searching for items. just what you needâa shiny new trauma to make your life harder.
you pass by a man in one of the less-crowded aisles before realizing heâs standing in front of what you need to get, examining one of the food packages. you wait a few moments to see if heâll finish up soon, and when your eyes begin to wander, you see that thereâs a long gray hair clinging to the back of his leather jacket, standing out clearly against the black. you probably wouldnât have noticed this at all on any other day, except your mind has been on high alert for hours now; you find it strange that this strand clearly doesnât match the shade or length of the hair on his head, which is short and plain brown. the shade of the hair also weirdly reminds you of something, though you canât quite recall what; it remains just out of your mindâs reach.
you shake your head. he couldâve come to the store with somebody who has long gray hair, or hugged them before he left home, and a strand stuck to his jacket. itâs the least of your issues right now.
the man must feel your presence behind him because he turns around to look at you. youâre a little taken aback by his gaze; his expression isnât mean per se, but very intense, as if his entire focus is trained on you.
thereâs a secondâs pause, like heâs thinking about something before he speaks. âam i in your way?â he asks, never breaking eye contact. his voice doesnât portray any particular emotion.
âi just have to get something really quick.â he steps aside and gestures to the rows of food without a word. you slip in beside him and grab what you need before moving away again. âthanks.â you think about telling him about the hair on his jacket but decide against it; your decision is solidified when you spot a wolf figurine keychain on his keys, faded from time but still distinguishable. it makes your breath catch.
thereâs no way it could be him. it was kind of dark in the party house with nothing but string lights and lamps illuminating it, and everything happened so quicklyâŚbut you do remember the colors of that mask. red, yellow, blackâand that dark gray for the fur.
but maybe itâs really all just a coincidence; how much sense would it make to turn every person with wolf paraphernalia and random stray hairs into a suspect?
you walk down the rest of the aisle and away from the man with growing unease. maybe itâs time to find jungkook so you can get out of here; you can hardly keep yourself together, and despite your best attempts at logic, you canât stop yourself from getting more frantic about those two things.
speeding up your walk and weaving through people, you look down every aisle in search for jungkook before you find him, rushing over to him as you breathe heavily.
âwhoa, what the hell is wrong? did somebody do something?â
âno, iâŚâ
âwhat happened?â
âitâs theâŚwell, theâŚi saw, uhâŚâ
ây/n.â
âi sawâthe mask. the fur from the mask. do you remember it?â
ââŚyou mean that stupid ass werewolf mask?â you gesture for jungkook to lower his voice. âwait, youâre saying you saw it in here?â
âno, i saw a man who had a strand of hair on his jacketâŚâ it starts sounding ridiculous to your own ears the more you speak, but you continue. âthe strandâit was the same color as that fur. the same length! and heâhe had some weird wolf keychainâŚâ
jungkook stares at you for a long moment before sighing. âyouâre not serious? a random strand of hair that could be from anybody or anything? that could be from someoneâs fucking grandma for all we know. plus a keychainâŚmaybe he just likes wolves, y/n.â
you already know that saying i just feel like something is off wonât be enough to convince him. you sigh with a deep sense of defeat, considering that heâs probably right. maybe your initial assumption was the more sensible answer. ââŚright. i think iâm just really fucked up right now after everything that happened. can we finish up here?â
âyeah, we will. because you definitely need to lay down soon or something. you havenât had any sleep all night, right?â the way jungkook eyes you with concern as if youâve lost your mind annoys you. youâre about to give a smart remark when you notice something in the carrying-basket he has.
ââŚa baseball bat?â
âif the killer comes after us again, duh. weâll be prepared this time. or at least i will.â
âgood luck with that if he happens to have another gun.â rolling your eyes, you brush past jungkook to go to one of the checkout counters.
in the parking lot, you see that the man from earlier has also come out and is putting the last of his grocery bags into his car trunk. thereâs really nothing spectacular about his appearance that would make him stand out in a crowd, with his average height and average looks, let alone incriminate him as a serial killer. yet that familiar unease wonât leave.
he sees you and jungkook walking towards the car together, and his eyes dart to the bullet holes in jungkookâs car. then he makes eye contact with you. you give a half-hearted wave, unsure what else to do with his eyes stuck on you. for a moment, his lips turn up into the faintest smile before he shakes his head and gets into his own car.
--
MONDAY, NOV 6
youâve spent half of saturday and all of sunday trying to get used to living in your sisterâs house with jungkook. veronica had been surprisingly okay with having him stay over, though most of it was her being relieved you finally found âa potential boyfriend whoâs actually cute.â you didnât have the energy to argue with her.
youâve also been constantly checking on camille (to her eventual annoyance) and seeing if there are any more updates on lorelai. still nothing. your dread grows the further away you get from that bloody friday, but you try to keep your thoughts from straying too darkly.
right now, you, veronica, and jungkook all sit on the couch together in a neat little row, a bowl of popcorn in front of you on the coffee table and some science-fiction B-movie playing on the TV. your sister proposed the idea to distract yourselves from everything going on, but so far, you feel like it isnât very effective. at least not for you. your mind keeps wandering to other things every 5 minutes.
eventually, veronica yawns widely, stretching her arms and legs before rising off the couch. âokay, iâm getting tired as fuck. i need to go to sleep for work tomorrow anyway. you guys enjoy the rest of the movie, okay?â she pats your shoulder as she passes by you on her way out of the room.
jungkook waves. âoh, sure. goodnight.â
ânight, sis.â
when jungkookâs attention goes back to the movie, your sister makes eye contact with you and points her finger at you menacingly. you give her a shocked look while she mouths you know what i mean and swirls her finger in jungkookâs direction. embarrassed at the implication, you roll your eyes and turn your head back to the TV screen. having sex with jungkook on your sisterâs couch is not high on your list of priorities tonight.
after your sister is gone, jungkook spreads out on the couch like itâs his own living room, placing his legs right over your lap. you sigh, looking over at himâand hoping that your eyes donât linger too obviously on the expanse of thigh muscle thatâs now on display from his shorts riding up higher.
ââŚreally? i donât want your big ole legs in my lap.â
jungkook just grins. âyou should lay down too, itâs more comfortable this way.â you stare at him, and he tries to egg you on by pulling the sleeve of your shirt. âcome on.â
âiâm not laying down on top of you, if thatâs what youâre after.â
you do end up lying down, but on the opposite side of the couch so that your legs are tangled together, which really just increases the amount of contact between you either wayâbut whatever.
this makes jungkook laugh more. âha, itâs like weâre scissoring.â
âso damn corny.â
you two continue watching the rest of the movie, but by the end of it you donât remember half of what happened. taking the remote, you flip through the channels and try to find something else to look at. there isnât much interesting to watch on a random monday nightâwhich would be a school night anyway, if not for the current context.
as you search for a channel, jungkook asks: âwhat would you do if you found out who the killer was?â
you squint your eyes at his odd question. maybe the obvious answer would be to alert the police. but after days of having your anger stoked like a fire, thatâs not exactly the answer youâd choose. âmaybe iâd kill him.â the words leave your lips easily, and you hardly think twice about them once theyâre out.
neither of you speak for a few long moments.
âdoes that scare you?â you ask, after the silence starts annoying you. you want to laugh, but thereâs nothing really funny about the situation.
ââŚnot really. angry women are kinda sexy. so are dangerous ones.â
you scoff. âiâm not tryna be sexy, you fool. and how many dangerous women have you dealt with? seems to me you only have a thing for the innocents.â
âitâs not like i only fuck virgins. you donât even know me like that.â he nudges your leg with his foot like heâs also annoyed, but his expression doesnât show any actual irritation.
ââŚif you want to go back and forth about it, go outside and argue with the wall or something. iâm in no mood, jungkook.â you shove his foot off of you. âjust, holy shit. i wish i could have just one hour where i donât have to think about any of this shit. my mind canât even breathe.â
heâs actually quiet for a couple minutes after. you think heâs moved on from the conversation until he finally says, âi can give you an hour.â
your body becomes alert at that. the insinuation in his tone is obvious. you glance backwards as if your sister could hear you from upstairs, though you know thatâs illogical. âi got what i wanted from you already,â you whisper.
âso? what if i wanted to give you more? you know youâre allowed to have sex with a person more than once, yeah?â he chuckles.
here he is making you this offer, and once again you feel like youâve been reduced to the state of a confused lamb in front of a hungry wolf. you realize that the idea of letting yourself get more physically entangled with jungkook scares you. he is not someone you can turn into a boyfriend, who wants to be a boyfriend, and you are only looking to save yourself from any potential hurt. âit would just be sexâright? you have to know iâm not looking for anything deeper from you.â
jungkook smirks. like with yoongi, you donât know if he believes you. âi know.â
you want to undo almost everything from the past few days. you canât forget, but for a while, you want to just exist outside of the timeline where thereâs a killer on the loose and one of your friends is missing. itâs too much to handle; your body is approaching its limits for the amount of stress it can take. you need a balm to numb the pain and the fear, and you dislike that you are giving into your base instincts to do so. you feel guilty, somehow. but pleasure is easy. at least it has been whenever you sought it on your ownâand now you have someone else to give it to you. someone who is in front of you now, proposing it with all the willingness in the world. maybe thereâs really nothing wrong with saying yes.
âjungkookâŚâ
âhm?â
âplease just shut the fuck up and donât say another word about the outside world right now. i donât want to think about anything but yourâŚâ you falter, still trying to get used to expressing what you want sexually.
jungkook sits up, his hands sliding up your legs and to your hips. âbut my what?â
âum, yourâŚâ your thoughts end when he leans down and pulls the hem of your sweater up, planting a kiss on your waist where your skin meets the waistband of your sweatpants. one kiss turns into a second, and a third. the fourth becomes an open-mouthed embrace of his lips on your skin, and you make a small noise of pleasure when his tongue gets involved.
âcareful. donât want veronica to come down here, remember?â
you huff. âthat isnât happening any time soon, believe me.â
his kisses continue as he begins to slide your sweatpants down, revealing the waistband of your panties. once theyâre fully on display, he leans forward to nuzzle his face between your thighs, his mouth and nose pressing into the seat of your underwear. his actions take you off guard. you actually give a brief chuckle from surprise, though you are also somewhat embarrassed. ânow what the hell are you doing?â
âlet me savor my meal before i eat it.â his warm breaths tickle your inner thighs as he speaks.
âugh, donât turn me off.â
âthatâs funny, because i seem to have an easy time getting you wet.â to prove it, his fingers press into the seat of your underwear to feel the wetness thatâs seeped into them; you sigh from the brief pleasure his fingersâ movements afford you before he pulls them away.
jungkook drags your panties down next, his lips trailing down your lower abdomen and across the curls of hair covering your pubic mound. your body fills with anticipation at the gradual pace of his actions and the purposeful, wet caresses of his mouth.
when he uses his thumbs to press your lower lips apart and expose you more fully to him, you have half a mind to be self-conscious about it until he places his mouth on you in earnest.
jungkook eats like someone who hasnât done so in a while and doesnât know when heâll get to do it again. his mouth sucks at your clit like heâs desperate for you to come, tongue rolling over the swollen nub in an unrelenting pattern that has your stomach tensing, and you quickly realize you do have to try to silence yourself even if you know it wonât wake veronica up. you twist your hands into the sleeves of your sweater and lean your head back on the couchâs armrest as you arch your hips up closer to jungkookâs face, uncaring about how vulnerable you feel completely offering yourself up to him like this; right now, all you want is to feel good.
âgonna come quick again? maybe we can set a new record?â jungkook pins your knee against the couch with his elbow to keep your legs open as he slides two fingers inside, diving straight in instead of working you up this time. your body breaks out in a sweat and you know you really wonât last long once he does this, the tips of his fingers aiming for that dreadful, wonderful, and overpowering place inside you. you donât know how people do thisâyou feel like youâre going to die when he stimulates that spot, and all you want to do is scream even though you canât.
âa r-record? fuck offâŚâ you choke out, though you begin to rock your hips into the rhythm of his fingers, needing so badly for him to take you over the edge again.
he chuckles. âi donât think you want me to fuck off right now.â
you have no words for a good comeback when he buries his head between your legs and slurps at your pussy again and crooks his fingers repeatedly to where your orgasm is unexpectedly rushing down upon you, causing your body to tense as you gasp and stifle any sounds that escape with your sweater sleeve.
jungkook doesnât stop there and you donât really expect him to, because youâre beginning to learn he isnât a one-and-done type of man. he keeps sucking and stroking you right into another releasewhile you push the beanie off his head, fist your fingers into his strands, and tremble over the sight of his pitch-black mess of hair between your thighs. something about the visual is so appealing to you.
after he has made you come for the third time, you watch him sit up on his knees to reach into his shorts and pull his dick out, his darkened tip slick with precum. his long hair falls into his face as he glances downward, using the hand heâd been fingering you with to lube himself up with your cum.
âcome here,â you tell him, your voice coming out sharper than you intended; but he doesnât care, because he follows your request without a word and presses himself into your side. the couch is just big enough to accommodate both of you in this position, but itâs still a tight fit, and your bodies are once again tangled together.
âlet me touch you,â you say, your palm pressed to his stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscle.
he raises his eyebrows, like you didnât even need to ask. âof course.â
âno, i meanâŚâ he realizes what you actually mean as you brush his hand away from his shaft and wrap your fingers around it instead.
âshould i teach you how?â jungkook brings his hand to overlap yours, though his breath becomes a bit strained when you slide your hand to the base of his cock and back to the tip again, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the sensitive head. seeing your fingers around him turns him on more than he thought it could, and itâs just a simple fucking handjob.
you roll your eyes. âstroking a dickshouldnât be that hard.â
âeveryone likes it differently, though. fast, slow, soft, or roughâŚjust the tip, or the whole shaft.â you canât deny thatâor the way you find yourself throbbing at his words, his voice husky from the pleasure. which is why you let jungkook close his hand more fully around yours and guide your movements.
itâs captivating to observe his reactions from your hand on his skinâthe heavy breaths he lets out and the soft moans and even softer whimpers that come in between the exhales. whenever you squeeze his shaft more firmly or rub your thumb against his leaking tip, you find yourself grinning at the rise and fall of his chest and the tongue that darts out of his mouth to lick at his lips. but mostly, your eyes are drawn back to the sight of your hand working him over, his thighs and stomach tensing sporadically.
eventually, you both look away from your joined hands and at each otherâs faces. your eyes dart to his lips and back to his gaze again, and you shift your face forward to signal your desire for a kiss. he meets you there by pressing his lips to yours, and it isnât hard for him to get lost in the meeting of your mouths and the heat from your palm on his shaft.
your free hand returns to his soft hair to tug on it as your tongues slide against each other. he grunts at the burn of his roots being pulled but doesnât stop you; on the contrary, his body responds favorably as more precum swells from his tip and his nipples poke against the material of his shirt.
âdo you like that, jungkook?â you mumble against his mouth.
âyou know i do.â at some point, his hand falls away and he lets you stroke him on your own.
jungkook gives a shuddering moan into your mouth when he climaxes minutes later, thick streams of his cum shooting onto his shirt and dripping down your hand. he tries to keep quiet and doesnât entirely succeed, but it doesnât much matter.
you squeeze the few remaining drops of cum from his cockhead, trying to make sure you donât grip hard enough to actually hurt him. you pull your sticky hand away from jungkook when you think heâs finally emptied, but he grabs your wrist and you look at him questioningly. you watch with shocked eyes as jungkook brings your hand up and takes your messy fingers into his mouth, sucking his cum from them. you know instinctively it isnât the first time heâs done thisânot with the look of pure satisfaction on his features as he licks his own seed off your fingers.
his enthusiastic pleasure is part of the reason why you accept when jungkook gives you a crushing kiss, passing his cum from his tongue to yours. you donât know what you expected it to taste like, but it isnât gross like youâve heard others complain about when sharing their sex tales; despite being salty, the overall taste is neutral. still, it takes some getting used to.
when you pull away from each other, noses brushing and lips wet from each otherâs spit, you look into his dark brown eyes and get the sudden desire to say something thatâs been buried in the back of your mind for days now.
âwhy did you come straight to me that night?â you whisper. âlike you already knew who you were there for.â
jungkook stares back, his lips curving up slightly. âi just wanted to. or i wanted you, more specifically.â
âthatâs not an answer.â
âwell, itâs my answer.â
âwas i another one to knock off your list?â
âyou think i have a list?â
âiâm not stupid. itâs not unusual for guys to have a list. plus, plenty of rumors go around.â
jungkook taps his fingers underneath your chin and kisses you on the lips again, though it is brief. âstop believing everything you hear.â
you clearly wonât be getting a straight answer from him tonight. with the moment broken, you sigh and begin pulling your bottoms back on. ââŚwhatever you say, dude.â once youâre dressed, you climb over his body to get off the couch. you poke him in the chest as your eyes roam over him in his disheveled state, his shorts pulled down and his cum staining his black shirt. âmight wanna clean yourself up, huh? iâm going to sleep. and, yeahâŚthanks for the distraction.â
--
TUESDAY, NOV 7
with the weather being as cold as it is and heading toward winter in another month or so, lorelai is surprised by how quickly the bodies began to smell.
she doesnât know much of anything about bodily decompositionâbecause, to her parentsâ disappointment, she wasnât about to be a biology major and have to be around cadavers in a dissection labâbut if this were a movie or something, she wouldâve thought it would take longer than just one day. the smell started to hit her the saturday after the party.
but ultimately, this isnât a movie, and the fact that sheâs trapped in a decrepit house in some remote part of town is her present reality.
she doesnât remember anything about how she got to this house; she thinks she must have been concussed before she was brought here. her head has been hurting badly for days, and not even the simple relief of a painkiller is available.
what she does know is that sheâs being kept in a dirty living room on an equally dirty mattress, her hands and legs tied by rope and zip-ties. if there were any miniscule chance of her escaping, it would be impossible to go anywhere considering both her ankles are broken, only adding to the amount of physical pain sheâs been in for days.
the living room is mostly empty except for the bodies of some other students from the party, which have been scattered around the room. lorelai tries not to look at themâespecially not at the ones she knowsâbut itâs difficult. they become even more terrifying to her when night falls, turning into dark, rotting shadows in the corners of the room. there has been nothing but the company of these corpses for days, and a couple of visits from the killer.
he's never once taken off his wolf mask or his gloves, and every other part of his body stays covered in all black. she doesnât have the first idea of what he looks like underneath it all. he has spoken to her a few times, but the voice isnât one she recognizes. his words when she first awoke inside this house still knock around in her mind, filling her with dread.
heâd crouched in front of her, watching her move around on the mattress and try to orient herself. he had the casual air of someone observing a flipped-up bug struggle on the sidewalk before crushing it underfoot. âyou arenât y/n, but youâll do for now. weâll have some real fun later on. youâll help me give her a good scare.â
âhow the fuck do you know y/n?â lorelai had struggled against her restraints, but this only made her newly broken ankles hurt worse. tears began to fall from her eyes from the pain and fear.
the killer had said nothing to thatâonly tilted his head curiously and stared at her, which was unnerving even if she couldnât see his eyes.
âyou have no fucking reason to go after her, sheâs not even a virgin anymore you dumb fuckââ with those words, the killer had backhanded her, sending her already injured head into a fresh wave of agony.
âthings wouldâve been different if not for that fucking party. you students think youâre so fucking clever, yeah? and look how you paid for it.â it was impossible to see any facial expression, but his body language spoke of anger. âno matter, though. virgin or not, iâll see this through to the end.â
now itâs yet another morning, and he has returned. he has a lot of debris in his handsâstuff like sticks and dry moss and foliage. heâs also carrying a small bag, the contents of it a mystery. everything he does causes alarm for lorelai, but now confusion joins in.
âready to have some fun?â he asks. with duct tape over her mouth, she canât answer back. she watches as he arranges the debris on the ground in front of her, her anxiety mounting as he takes a lighter out of his pocket and sets fire to the foliage.
leaning forward, he rips part of the duct tape away from her mouth with his gloved hand, causing her face to sting. âgot anything to say?â
âwh-what the fuck are you doing?â
âiâm gonna stoke a nice fire hereâŚget this knife hot enough to hurt.â he brings out his knife then, and lorelai shrinks away from the blade as he drags the flat of it across her throatâbut thereâs nowhere else to go, as sheâs sitting up against the wall. âthen iâll just cut this pretty little body up a bit. the finishing touchâŚi think iâll slice your throat open. how does that sound?â he takes the knife away from her neck to hold the blade over the flames.
lorelaiâs breath hitches, and her stomach begins to physically hurt from the outpouring of anxiety flowing through her. she starts to sob, trying to speak through the tears and snot and drool. the only question she can muster up is, âwh-why?â
âthis is for y/nâremember? i hope that concussion hasnât fucked with your memory.â the killer watches the reflection of the flames on the blade as it grows hotter. âandâŚiâm doing someone a favor.â he doesnât wait for her to speak again before putting the duct tape back in place over her mouth, leaving her to cry to herself and face her rising distress as he heats the knife until itâs burning hot. internally, she wishes there was any way in the world to get out of this situation.
it isnât much longer before heâs finished. lorelai screams as he approaches her with the knife, and then at the feeling of the red-hot blade scorching her skin, though the sounds are stifled by the duct tape.
ânow, be still while i fix you up.â
--
WEDNESDAY, NOV 8
you go outside that afternoon to check the mail and have an excuse to get out of the house; it doesnât matter if itâs only for a few moments. youâre not used to staying cooped up in one place for so long with absolutely nothing to do, and you feel like youâre not too far off from going mad with cabin fever. it hasnât even been a week since everything happened.
you open the mailbox, and there are the usual bills along with something strange: a blank envelope with no return address. even your sisterâs address isnât written on it. flipping it over, you see that the envelope was never sealed. someone mustâve just come up and put it inside the mailbox. but who the hell would do that, and for what reason? whenever any of your neighbors have something to give you or your sister, they come straight up to the house to do it.
inside the envelope is a set of polaroids. their content makes you drop the rest of the mail. your legs grow weak, and you end up sitting down hard on the end of the driveway, some of the polaroids slipping from your hands. the pictures show the bodies of some of the students from your university, their corpses posed in odd positions and some bare of clothingâall dead.
you struggle to breathe as you frantically flip through the rest of the pictures. in the center of all the group photos is lorelai, her neck torn open and her wrists and ankles tied. sheâs still dressed the way she was the night of the party, though her dress is stained with dark brown blood. there are open cuts all over her bare skin, their appearance rough-looking and uneven as if theyâve been cauterized.
there are several group polaroids, several of lorelai alone, and several angles of the outside of a house, which must be the same one the bodies are being kept in. one photo of lorelai slips out of your shaking hands, and you see thereâs barely legible handwriting on the back of it, which reads, âthis is just the teaser, y/n.â
you scream and donât stop screaming until jungkook comes running out of the house holding the baseball bat, as if the killer mightâve gotten bold enough to attack in daylight. a couple of your neighbors peek out of their houses and make their way over with concern on their faces once they see you sitting on the ground, your exclamations ringing through the street.
thereâs a disarrayed group of people around you grabbing at your shoulders and asking whatâs wrong, what happened, and then gasps and exclamations of shock when they see the polaroids. you feel yourself being pulled to your feet and then lifted upâmaybe itâs jungkook, because it smells like himâbut youâre too disoriented to make proper sense of anything right now. you can only think of how much time has been wasted, and how little time lorelai actually had left.
--
SUNDAY, NOV 12
in the main lobby of the funeral home, you sit in a chair next to camille, staring into empty space while the other girl tries to cry as quietly as she can. she cries as if sheâs ashamed of it, and you wish you could comfort her, but you donât know what to say or do. for the past few days, youâve mostly just felt numb.
youâre waiting for veronica to come back out so you can leave, as sheâd stayed behind after the service to talk to lorelaiâs family for a little longer.
lorelaiâs family had opted to have her cremated after seeing the state of her body. a lot of other families did the same after the events of cherry bomb, not even wanting to entertain the idea of a closed-casket funeral. you can understand their feelings about it if you push through the haze in your mind to consider it for long enough. though the morticians have done the best they can over the past week, sometimes knowing that your loved one has multiple stab wounds and eviscerated organs beneath all the makeup and fancy clothing is too much to handle.
when veronica finally comes out, the three of you walk outside to join the rest of the people whoâve started getting in their cars. some still linger in small huddles, shaking their heads and wiping their faces.
jungkook, whoâd driven you and veronica to the memorial, waits outside for you all, leaning on the side of the building. you both thought it was probably better for him not to attend the service considering lorelai was never fond of him and he didnât know her that well.
âis it finished?â he asks.
âit is.â veronica sighs. âgod, funerals are so damnâŚbleak.â
you notice a man waving at your group from the other side of the parking lot and realize itâs camilleâs dad. her posture straightens when she catches sight of him, and she hurriedly tries to wipe the rest of her tears before shoving her tissue into her pocket. âi-i think my dad is waiting for me. iâŚiâll see you guys later, alright?â
âokay, camille.â the strange absence of emotion that youâve been trapped in for the past few days suddenly cracks open when you notice camilleâs anxious demeanor as she speed-walks away from the rest of you. intense sorrow overtakes you; you donât want her to leave, but she has to go.
you are crying before you fully understand whatâs happening. veronica puts her arms around you and squeezes you against the side of her body. jungkook reaches a thumb up to wipe away your tears, though you donât let him get very far before turning your head away and into veronicaâs shoulder.
ây/nâŚâ
âhow am i supposed to go on?â you exclaim, catching the attention of a few people nearby. âthe police said maybe sheâs just staying with friends. and now look. plus, the killer knows where me and my sister live nowâŚmaybe he always knew.â
âwe donât even have a clue who the killer isâŚâ jungkook mumbles. âthereâs no one you know of who might have a grudge against you?â
âno, jungkook. the police already gave me all that questioning. and it doesnât help me feel any better to think maybe all these deaths are somehow my fault.â you scoff.
ây/n, nothingâs your fault because some freak decided to go around killing people; that was his decision.â jungkook argues.
you nod slightly to his words but say nothing else, not wanting to go further into that topic. you donât know if you can believe him about that.
the parking lot is emptying out now, so you try to pull yourself together so the three of you can leave. âwellâŚyou donât need to keep staying with us if you donât want to. we have those assigned bodyguards now, soâŚâ you glance in the direction of one other car sitting beside jungkookâsâinside it are two men the police force appointed after the polaroids of the bodies were planted in your sisterâs mailbox.
jungkook looks at you as if heâs trying to gauge your expression; he himself looks surprised, though he attempts to play it off. veronica glances between you both, recognizing the awkward shift in the air.
âyou donât want me there anymore? i mean it is your houseââ he glances at veronica ââso thatâs fine with me ifâ"
âwhat? i didnât say i donât want you there, neither did veronica, itâs just if you donât want to be thereâ"
âi never said i didnât want to be there, though?â
you both become quiet, jungkook looking at you and you returning his gaze for a few seconds before looking off to the side. veronica is still standing between you both like sheâd rather be anywhere else on earth.
âi just figured that maybeâŚâ why are you being so concerned about me? isnât this the part where we go our separate ways? is what you really want to ask. you have seen and learned enough from your friendsâ and even your acquaintancesâ experiences to realize that any other one night stand would not have cared so much. thatâs how these things go, right? but he isnât really a one night stand anymore, either.
you donât even know if youâre considered friends with benefits, but what would that change? youâd still seen others tossed aside without much thought by their FWBs while in times of need. considering his history, you donât understand why jungkook isnât following the same template now, and you donât think you should ask why for fear of breaking the illusion.
fed up with your own confusion, you decide now isnât the time to lament on your lack of knowledge about these things. ânevermind. thatâs fine. so youâll stay?â
the corner of his mouth lifts in a brief smile. âiâll stay as long as you wonât try to kick me out.â
you arenât in the mood to attempt to smile back, but he seems to understand that. âright, well...good.â
ââŚnow that you two have figured that shit out, can we leave?â
--
FRIDAY, NOV 17
jungkook thought that getting outside a bit more would help you feel better and prevent you from developing a complete fear of leaving the house, which is why youâre sitting in this claustrophobic little diner now with him, yoongi, and camilleâand of course, your ever-present bodyguards in the booth behind you all. but this outing isnât doing anything to mitigate your fears.
nearly 10 minutes in, you have to ask jungkook to switch seats with you so youâre not on the outside of the booth, as youâre afraid that itâs too easy-access if anyoneâsay, the killer, though youâve been trying not to think so obsessively about himâwere to come in and start stabbing you to death right where you sit. being on the inside calms you for a little while until you become anxious about the window beside you; what if he has a gun again and simply shoots through the glass? all heâd have to do is stand on the sidewalk and aim, his werewolf mask laughing at you with its eternally frozen growling expression, and your brains would be all over the table just like that frat guyâs.
your meal sits half-eaten as you get increasingly lost in your anxieties. the others are talking about something, but you canât hear what. itâs like some of your senses have shut down or begun working incorrectly. the strawberry sauce in camilleâs sundae looks too much like blood and even smells like it from the occasional whiffs you get, and you find yourself staring at the sundae dish and wanting to throw it across the restaurant.
jungkookâs hand touches you on the back, and the tension in your body increases. he feels it and draws away, though he keeps trying to meet your eyes. âare you okay?â he whispers.
âwhy ask that? she obviously isnât,â yoongi says, like heâs annoyed with the obviousness of jungkookâs question.
âhyung, iâm just trying to help.â
âit was your great idea to come out here when she didnât want to, though.â
ây/nââ camille starts.
âcanât you throw that out? it smells like blood.â your mouth feels useless and hard to maneuver, but you manage to say those words.
âwhat?â
âtheâŚthat. that thing.â everyone looks at camilleâs melting sundae. yoongi raises his eyebrows.
âblood?â
âdo you mean itâlooks like blood?â jungkook suggests.
you raise your voice in irritation, not understanding how everyone else is unable to perceive the same scent that you do. âno, i-it does, but it smells like blood too! just get rid of it!â
one of the waitresses comes over to the table. âis everything okay over here?â
âum, weâre fine! iâm finished with this though.â camille hurriedly hands the sundae off to her, trying to keep the situation calm.
âoh, wellâthe rest of you too? thatâll be it, then?â she gathers everyoneâs plates and leaves with a smile that attempts to be cordial but is still colored with unease.
her departure leaves a stiff silence in which you all spare glances at each other but try to avoid directly meeting eyes. camille is the first to break it.
âiâll ask my dad if i can stay over with you,â she suggests. she suddenly sounds much more tired. jungkookâs eyebrows furrow slightly at her words; yoongi silently glances at the younger man. âjust, you knowâŚmaybe the extra company would help? heâs been treating me like a kid again, but we should be safe with the bodyguards there, soâŚâ
âyou donât have to do that,â you say, though youâre too exhausted to truly argue.
âyouâre in shambles, y/n. and itâs not just for your benefit. iâm feeling pretty fucking alone right now, and itâs hard for my dad to understand the emotional side of it, soâŚâ camille plays with her fingers and doesnât look at anyone as she speaks; you know talking about her father can be a sore spot for her sometimes. âuh, anyway. not to trauma-dump or anything. just let me do this.â
you sigh. âfineâŚokay. do whatever you have to. can we just leave?â
as youâre all walking outside, jungkook pulls you aside.
âi still worry about you after that incident at the store, you know?â he admits.
you shrug his hand off your arm and glare at him. âyou think iâm crazy.â
âi donât. i just want you to be able to relax and not feel like youâre being hunted 24/7. i donât think the killer is constantly waiting around the nearest corner for you, y/n.â
âyou donât know how close the killer could be. he knows where i go to sleep at night. so stop the bullshit, jungkook.â
âyouâll be okay. you have me, remember? i protected you that nightâŚi can do it again.â
you examine his face for a long moment and find that you are too overwhelmed with stress and fear to be moved by his words. âiâd like to trust youâŚbut the killer might just murder you too. then whoâll save me?â you donât wait for his response before walking away to catch up with the other two.
--
LYING IN WAIT...
itâs strange to see the police bodyguards in veronicaâs driveway and backyard everyday. itâs not the same two all dayâthey switch off so that there are two doing a day shift and two doing a night shift.
the security team at the hospital where your sister works is aware of the situation, so you try not to get too worried about her safety when sheâs away from the houseâbut itâs difficult.
there have been no more kills connected to your university since lorelai. it seems like half the town has forgotten their fears and tried to go back to some sense of normalcy while the other half still hides away and lives in perpetual panic, including you. the former group of people has started muddying the waters for the police, with some teenagers getting brave enough to sneak around in wolf masks and vandalize buildings with red-lettered virgin graffiti just to fuck with the cops. there have even been a few people who turned themselves in claiming to be the killerâonly their supposed confessions never matched the details of the case.
reporters have tried to hound lorelaiâs family and your family several times for any speculations or answers on the killerâs identity, but none of you are willing to spread misinformation just to give them something to write about. however, that hasnât stopped other residents of your town from sharing their speculations and even implicating their own relatives or neighborsâwhether as a fucked-up joke or as genuine revenge just depends on whoeverâs speaking. with all of these false leads, the police are still no closer to finding the killer than theyâd initially been.
everyday feels like youâre waiting for the other shoe to drop, though the chances of any more kills are starting to seem improbable; the university is practically empty. but it doesnât matter to you if the school is nearly deserted, because the killer has his aims set on you now, and you only wish you knew why.
up in your room, you and camille sit on your bed gazing out the windowâthe window that must always remain locked now, for fear of unwanted ingress. youâve never been uncomfortable in your sisterâs house, but lately youâve been feeling like youâre boxed in with every wall pressing towards you.
sitting up from your lying-down position, you have to find the appropriate words for a moment before speaking. âcamilleâi canât stop feeling like maybe we arenât entirely safe,â you murmur.
camille raises her eyebrows. âwhy not? those guys stay outside all day, and we keep everything locked up day and night. literally, the only time the front door opens is for veronica to leave and come back from work everyday.â
âi donât know. thereâs no particular reason for itâŚit just seems like weâre waiting for something.â
ââŚyeah? for the killer to be caught.â
âbut heâs made no moves recently. you remember the policemanâs daughter, right? i even texted her and she hasnât heard anything new that we donât already know. seems like things have slowed down at the police station. itâs not like that abandoned house was in the killerâs name or anything, so what leads would they have?â
camille frowns and rubs her eyes like somethingâs in them, but when she looks at you directly, you see her eyes are red from unshed tears. ââŚi want things to be okay, though. iâm tired of living like this. you know how i had to beg just to get my dad to let me leave the house. heâs constantly on edge.â you feel even more unsettled to see camille so distressed lately, as sheâs always been the only one able to pull something funny out of a terrible situationâsomething enough to distract you from the horrors. âall i know is theyâll have to dig his ass out of some hole in the ground at some point. he canât hide in this town forever.â
âyeahâŚi guess youâre right.â you still donât feel reassured, but you donât voice your doubts.
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WEDNESDAY, NOV 22
âi think i might go mad,â camille says from her position on the armchair, her limbs splayed haphazardly across it and one hand stuck in a bag of chips.
you sigh. âyouâre the one who wanted to watch this thanksgiving movie marathon.â
âthe most mid holiday of the season,â jungkook adds.
âno one cares what either of you think, thanks.â it isnât long before the program is over and the ending credits are rolling. with an exaggerated exhale, camille gets up from the chair and crunches the bag of chips in her hand. âiâm going to your room, y/n. you two just do whatever it is you do down here, since you hate my movie choices so much!â
âmeans we can finally turn the channel.â jungkook snatches the remote off the coffee table and does just that.
camille goes into the kitchen to throw out the chip bag and wash her hands. your focus returns to the TV. a few seconds later, you hear the upstairs flooring creak above the noise of the water pouring from the tap.
âwhatâs up, sis? i thought you were sleeping.â veronica is known to be a deep sleeper, so itâs not common for her to be getting up in the middle of the night. thereâs no answer to your question. you glance upstairs, but your sister isnât standing there; she isnât standing at all, instead being carried by someone wearing an all-too familiar mask.
you scream as the killer tosses your sister over the stair railing. her torso has been sliced open from collarbone to navel, her body leaving a large splatter of blood on the floor where she lands. jungkook jumps to his feet but is momentarily immobilized as he gazes at your sisterâs body crumpled on the floor. you slide off the couch and crawl over to her, still crying out, but thereâs no life left to try and salvage.
the screaming brings camille rushing to the kitchen doorway. she can barely vocalize whatâs wrong? before spotting veronicaâs body and stopping in her tracks. in a moment that feels like it takes forever to pass, the killer pulls a gun from his waistbandâyou recognize it as one of the guns the policemen carry and realize he mustâve killed the bodyguard posted in the backyardâand shoots her in the chest twice.
âcamille!â when you go over to where sheâs lying on the ground, she is still alive but bleeding intensely and struggling to breathe. your knees slip in the blood that begins pooling around her. âshit, camilleâŚp-please donât dieâŚâ you press your hand against the wounds, but theyâre bleeding so much that your efforts donât help, and the pressure of your hand causes her more pain.
thereâs the sound of a gunshot at the front door as the lock is blown off, and the door is banged open a few seconds later by the remaining bodyguard. he has virtually no time to fire off another shot before the killer is shooting him in the head first.
the killer throws the gun aside, taking his knife in his other hand and making his way down the stairs. âyour sister left her window cracked open. i waited for days for a slip-up like that. see how much harm can come from a simple mistake? well, she was collateral damage anyway.â
even in your panic, itâs as if all your bodily functions freeze when you recognize the familiarity of the killerâs voice. camille reacts with a rattling gasp, but her body is becoming too weak for her to utter anything; all she can do is watch as the man stops at the bottom of the stairs and pulls his mask off.
âyoongiâŚâ your voice breaks as you try to speak again, but nothing coherent comes out.
he drops the mask on the floor and brushes a hand through his hair. âi guess you werenât expecting that. good. we kept it up âtil the end.â
your lips form around the word we, but your vocal cords wonât cooperate. you twist around to look at jungkook, who is still standing by the couch.
the man who youâd gotten too close to for your own good and done so many firsts with, whoâd promised you that heâd protect you and was even there for you on the day of lorelaiâs memorial, looks at you now with eyes glowing from the thrill as his mouth twitches into a smileâsmall at first but growing into a full grin. âi almost canât believe we staged all that shit and it actually worked. you really believed it all, y/n.
not all of those kills were hyungâs, of course...thereâs no way iâd miss out on the best parts. you donât know what itâs like until you kill a person for the first time. crashing cherry bomb was his idea, though. and lorelai was mine. that bitch wouldâve kept you away from me, and i needed her gone for this kill to work.â
through tears, you finally muster up the strength to ask, âwh-why have you done this? that nightâŚy-you mean to tell me none of that was real? being shot atâwhy would youââ your voice rises until youâre shouting. âyou-youâve killed so many people. what was the purpose?!â
jungkookâs smile fades somewhat as he pretends to think about it, acting like heâs reminiscing on wistful memories. âi realized that killing and fucking arenât that different, y/n. the real ecstasy of it is in taking someone pureâŚand doing something to them that has never been done before, and can never be done again. thereâs a certain eroticism in killing someone, stabbing them, entering themâŚitâs like sex in the most profane sense.â
âyouâre disgusting,â you mutter, glaring at him through your tears. you canât help but feel shame to think of the times youâd had sex with him. had he simply been imagining murdering you during those moments? it makes you want to throw up.
yoongi steps closer until heâs right in front of you and camille. âand as for meâŚi just enjoy it. practice really does make perfect. you wouldnât believe how entertaining it can be to see someone beg for their life.â his lips turn upwards in a dark smile resembling jungkookâs. âbut instead of raging at us, i think you have bigger matters to be concerned with.â yoongi gestures his knife hand to camille, and when you look down at her body, you realize sheâs no longer moving.
you lift camilleâs head up with your hands as if that could make her return your gaze, though you can find no sign of breathing or pulse. âgod, noâŚâ you scream in frustration, your hands slipping in her blood. you check once more and again for any signs of life, because there is just no possible way this couldâve happened, but there are none present. âpleaseâiâm sorryâŚâ
âtimeâs up.â yoongi grabs your arm and yanks you away from camille, jostling you to try to get you on your feet. you flail around in his grip, fruitlessly scratching at his arms that are covered by his thick jacket, before managing to elbow him in the groin with your frantic movements. âshit!â this causes him to loosen his grip, which is enough for you to scramble away from him, slipping in the blood as you go.
you make it to the other side of the room where the officer lies facedownâthough there isnât much left of his face from yoongiâs shot. you snatch the gun from the dead officerâs hand and point it in the direction of both men. the safety is already off; all youâd have to do is pull the trigger and kill either one of them right now. before you can act, yoongi uses his free hand to pull another gun from his waistbandâhis own.
âas i said before, i know how to take care of myself,â he says, flicking the safety off and aiming for you, though his stance shows heâs still in pain. âplease donât assume itâll be that easy. do you even know how to shoot a gun?â
you and yoongi are at an impasse as you both point your guns at each other, jungkook looking on with casual amusement coloring his face. âfuck you,â you spit out. you remain hesitant to fire on him, knowing that even if you succeed, he could fatally shoot you at the same time.
âletâs not do it this way,â yoongi says, his voice low and soft in an attempt to be persuasive, though you just find it disturbing. âyou were supposed to be a clean kill. a few stabs and itâd all be over. iâll even let jungkook do it, since you seem to like each other so much. do you really want to be shot down like a dog like camille over there?â
âyou and him can both fry in hell!â you shout.
yoongi glances over at jungkook. they both nod before yoongi hands the knife to him, and the younger man takes a few steps in your direction. you donât know whether to point the gun at him or keep it trained on yoongi; your head is pounding with a headache that youâve only just realized you have. âdonât come over here. stay away from me!â
you press your back to the wall as jungkook comes closer, inching towards your right side with his knife at the ready. you slide away from him as you keep your back against the wall. âhand it over, y/n. it doesnât have to be like this.â
âhand it over and let you kill me? are you insane? you lied to me this whole time, you fucking piece of shit.â
jungkook scoffs and looks at yoongi as if to say can you believe this? âwhy wouldnât i lie to you? you were always meant to die.â
he wonât stop coming towards you, and youâre running out of room to slide away from him. you grasp for anything to try to reason with him, though you know itâs futile. âyou realize that if you kill me now and you conveniently survive, everyone will know itâs you? youâve been living here for weeks, you jackass!â
âhyung and i have that covered. itâs not for you to worry about, considering you wonât be worrying about anything soon.â
jungkook lunges for you with the knife, thinking he can catch you off guard and overpower you. you scream and pull the trigger in your frenzied state of mind, shooting yoongi. the next few things seem to happen almost simultaneously:
you hear the crash of yoongiâs body hitting the TV stand and the TV falling to the floor.
you feel jungkookâs knife piercing your shoulder, causing you to fire a stray round into the wall from the unexpected burst of pain.
you hear another gunshot thatâs not from you; you see and feel jungkook stumble into you, the knife sliding from his fingers and to the floor.
you realize that heâs been shot when his hand flies to the bullet wound on his lower back; heâd been standing in front of you, and yoongi meant to hit you, not him.
âjungkook!â yoongiâs shout is furious and regretful as he steadies himself on the TV stand.
trying to push the pain into the back of your mind, you clumsily grasp jungkookâs fallen knife and run for the stairs. more shots follow you and most of them miss but one, which strikes you in the thigh. while you cling to the stair railing and try to regain your footing, you are suddenly staring mortality in the face and understanding with a freezing-cold clarity that you will die right now if you donât do something.
your nervous system vibrates with fear and adrenaline as you tighten your grip on the police officerâs gun and shoot yoongi with it twiceâin the same area heâd shot camille.
these last two bullets finish him off immediately. you donât think itâs fair, with how camille suffered and bled and died in your arms. for a moment, youâre so outraged that you wish heâd come back to life so that you could kill him again. youâre torn from these thoughts by jungkook.
âyou bitchâŚhe was my only family after everyone else threw me away. do you understand? iâll fucking kill you!â jungkook is nearly writhing in the ground from his upset and from the hurt of his injury; it frightens you that this same man is someone you once thought you could grow fond of.
you aim the gun for jungkook next, but the chamber is empty. either way, he currently has no weapon, which leaves you with a small chance to get away before he re-arms himself. throwing the gun away, you stagger up the rest of the steps while his screams continue echoing up to you.
you give no thought to the blood trail youâre leaving behind as you rush to veronicaâs room and to the window yoongi had entered through. you begin squeezing yourself through, keeping your grip on your knife all the while, but your injuries make it difficult to move. a few more tears slip out as you try to balance your injured leg on the tree branch beneath the window, and the desperation of wanting to give up clings to you.
you hear jungkookâs heavy and limping footsteps coming up the stairs, and you attempt to hurry, but youâre only halfway out of the window. when he crashes into the room, itâs unnervingly easy for him to grab your arm and yank your body back through the window, uncaring of how you get scraped up in the process.
he jams you up against the nightstand with one of the kitchen knives to your neck to stop your movements; his harsh maneuver causes the objects on the nightstand to rattle. the nightstandâs edge digs into the backs of your thighs, the pressure causing your wounded thigh to hurt more.
âyou want to know why i picked you?â jungkook hisses, the knifeâs blade stinging your throat as it begins to break skin. âyou were just another choice out of many, but i decided youâd be the first one that iâd fuck and kill.â
itâs painful to hear, but it angers you at the same time. âfuck you!â in your rage, you spit in his eyes. jungkook jerks back and the knife shifts from its previous position at your neck; you take those few seconds to grasp the alarm clock off the nightstand and crash it against his head.
âshitâ!â he cries out, stumbling and grasping the side of his head. he tries to grab for you again, but you jump onto the bed and crawl away from him, your stomach lurching at all of veronicaâs blood soaked into the sheets. you spot a small decorative glass bowl on the dresserâthe one filled with little candies that youâd always teased veronica for, saying she was so much like a grandma handing out treats to her grandchildren. when your feet touch the ground again, you clasp your hand around it like itâs a lifeline and fling it at jungkookâs head as hard as you can, just as he makes it around the bed to your side. the shards cut his face when it breaks, slowing him down further as he grabs his slashed and bleeding face. one of his eyes is blinded from the blood and glass.
this will probably be your only chance while heâs struggling to gather himself. you rush towards him with the knife handle tight in both of your hands and drive the blade into the middle of his chest, putting all your strength into that movementâjust as his own knife impales your abdomen.
you are both simultaneously struck from the shock of being stabbed, and it takes you a few long moments to piece your mind back together as the pain radiates throughout your body. jungkook groans when you shift the knife around in his wound as you pull it out, letting his blood flow out freely. his breaths become wet and rattling as he chokes on his own blood, the red fluid staining his mouth and dripping down to his neck. he jams his knife further into your wound in retaliation so that the handle is flush against your body, causing your head to spin.
âi-if i die, iâm taking you w-with me.â jungkook gasps with his remaining effort. his body starts to sag from its standing position as he weakens, his hand slipping from the knife handle. he loosely grasps the comforter with one hand as he collapses to his knees, his torso becoming soaked with blood and his head bleeding from your earlier hits.
you drop your knife and lean against the bed too, shifting your body to find a position that could lessen the pain, but itâs impossible with a knife lodged in your abdomen. you know enough to understand that youâll bleed out faster if you remove it, though, so you resist the urge. âyou can rot in hell alone, jungkook.â you watch him struggle for what feels like minutes before his breaths stop altogether and his body slumps to the floor. he is just a blur of clothes and blood through your tears. youâve never felt so lonely in your life.
you have a thought to call 911, but youâre becoming more and more lightheaded from the blood loss, and you can already hear sirens approaching on your street. you figure one of your neighbors mustâve called after hearing the gunshots; perhaps the bodyguard sent for backup before he was shot. your rescue has come much later than you wouldâve preferredâor maybe everything just happened much faster than it seemed. you canât tell anymore.
you canât tell anymore, and you no longer want to look at the carnage around you, and nothing makes any sense. so, you close your eyes to it all; and when you feel someone lifting you in their armsâthis sensation is so familiarâand maneuvering you onto a stretcher, you allow yourself to relent to it and empty your mind of everything.
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COFFEE!
âI think I'm past obsessed at this point, there has to be another word in the dictionary that tops obsessed.â
Synopsis: in which a hopeless romantic falls in love with the man of her dreamsâŚ
Pairings: boyfriend!jeongguk x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship.. non idol au
Warnings: literally the most sappy thing I could have possibly written, was listening to âcoffeeâ by miguel while writing, theyâre such a gentle love, reader is a book worm, Jungkook likes drawing (doodling) plus points when his drawings are about oc, mentions of their first time having sex, usage of book quotes (read nltm, had to use the mia and sebastian line for my own sanity) <3333333
authors note: this is so simple but my book worm hopeless romantic needed this.. wrote this while high so nothing new đ¤
They say falling in love is the most beautiful feeling in the world.
You couldnât explain the immediate sensation, the feeling that spreads throughout your chest as if you were a black-and-white picture that suddenly starts to fill with vibrant colors anytime his eyes lock with yours.
It was astonishing how the universe worksâthe idea that you are destined for someone ever since you are born, and that all the hardships along the way shape you into the person you need to be to meet them.
Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears as you watched him laugh from across the room, an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans covering his lean, muscular figureâone youâd memorized to the tiniest detail. You knew every freckle and scar. His head was thrown back, arms crossed, as he paid attention to whatever the guy in front of him was saying.
You scrunched your nose, using your index finger to push your glasses up as you studied your boyfriend from afar. You werenât sure whether to call it pathetic or endearing, the way you noticed every little crease on his forehead and the way he toyed with his bottom lip absentmindedly. You even took note of his long eyelashes, and nearly died of jealousy every time you counted them when he slept beside you.
It was gut-wrenching to imagine anyone else feeling about him the way you did. The thought alone made you want to puke in the nearest trash can.
You were lovesick for this man, and you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks whenever you looked at him or heard his laugh. Not only did you want to scream and freak out over every little thing he did, but he also had you daydreaming constantly. You found yourself thinking of silly song lyrics that resonated with how you felt about him. Staring at his side profile, you finally understood the meaning behind Suki Waterhouseâs lyrics: âOh, my good looking boy,â echoed in your mind.
Before you could form another lyric or recall a favorite book quote to describe your feelings, his eyes found yours. A small smile tugged at his lips as his gaze scanned your expressions, reading you as if you were an open book. You smiled, tilting your head to the side, trying to hide the makeshift fireworks going off in your tummy.
His gaze softened, and it made your breath waver. You had never understood the meaning of âhis gaze softenedâ in books, but now, you understood every syllable of those words after experiencing it firsthand.
You honestly couldnât think of a single thing you didnât love about him. You loved everything about him, even the parts he claimed were too âbrokenâ or âdamagedâ to be loved.
A few seconds passed before he finally said his goodbyes and began making his way back to you. Your eyes followed every step, catching the grin he wore.
âI donât know, I pretty much think youâre obsessed with me,â your boyfriend teased, his straight teeth on full display as he stopped in front of you, looking down at you on the couch.
âIn your dreams.â You laughed, craning your neck to look up at him.
Instead of getting mad, he let out a low chuckle, leaning down with both arms on either side of the couch, caging you in.
âEvery night, baby.â He whispered softly, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before moving to your cheek, delivering another soft kiss. You sighed in contentment as his lips ghosted over your skin, the pet name making your head feel dizzy.
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up straight again, looking down at you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already smiling, and you didnât even need to ask âwhat?ââyou already knew. Anyone in their right mind could tell how obsessed you were with him, and it was no surprise to him either.
As you both walked out of the bookstore, carrying a bag full of psychological and romance books (and, of course, the box of transparent sticky notes Jungkook got for you to annotate your books without writing on the actual pages), it was clear this was one of his favorite things to do. In his free time, when he wasnât working or with you, he loved opening one of your books and reading your thoughts scribbled in the margins. Half of his camera roll was pictures of you, but the other half was just pictures of your annotations, scribbles, and drawings.
It was as if he was inside your mind, reading every thought, and he loved it.
He could still recall the first book he opened that sent his heart racing, like a teenage boy with a crush.
âI couldnât see him, but his laugh was unmistakable. I could close my eyes and be in so many places with that laugh. That laugh was the cohesive thread, the little recurring melody that showed up in so many scenes of my life, like Mia and Sebastianâs theme in La La Land. Always there, playing in the background.â
Those words were highlighted in the prettiest shade of pink, with two small hearts drawn beside them. But it was your handwriting at the bottom that got him: âThe feeling Iâve been trying to put into words about how I feel every time I look at him has just been done for me, oh my.â He remembered feeling his heart stop for a second. And when it started again, it was for youâhis heart was for you and only you.
That wasnât all. It had become one of your shared love languages. Jungkook started buying books he thought youâd like. He even asked your little sister what your favorite highlighters were so he could buy them for both of you.
Your heart did somersaults when you opened a book on his bedside table and saw a drawingâa pair of eyes in black ink, long lashes making them look bigger and more innocent. Your breath hitched as you noticed the small freckle just below the eyebrow, realizing it was you.
It didnât help the overwhelming sensation of adoration when you saw his handwriting in the margins.
âYou remembered?â she said softly.
âI remember every second of us.â
The text was underlined, and in small letters, he had written, âGosh, she made me fall so hard that Iâm reading sappy words and thinking âusâ out loud. #sendhelp,â with a frowning emoji next to the hashtag. Before you knew it, you were on page one, reading every single line and note he had left.
Also, the multiple drawings on the pages where there was extra space had your heart thumping hard in your chest. There were so many drawingsâ each one tied to you or him. It was impossible to describe every feeling surging through your chest, every emotion racing in your bloodstream, as your fingertips traced the drawing of you.
This time, it was an image of you on your back, lying on a bed. Only part of your side profile was visible, with your hair spilling across the bed, covering most of your back. At first, you didn't want to assume it was you he'd drawn-being self-centered wasn't your style. But it was impossible to deny it when he'd sketched every freckle, even the small half-moon tattoo on your shoulder blade, matching the real one inked on your skin.
You smiled at the memory but snapped back to the present as your boyfriend instinctively switched you to the other side of the sidewalk when you two turned toward Target. You held tight to his index finger as he squeezed between people, leading you behind him with a soft "excuse me" to anyone in the way.
Automatically, you found yourself smiling as you picked up your pace to match his longer strides. He pulled you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist, his hand resting over your bellyâa little lower than usual, sending butterflies flitting wildly in your stomach. You suppressed a shiver as he gently guided you to the side, allowing an older couple to pass by.
"Us when we're eighty, baby," Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. His smile only widened at your reaction.
"Won't be us if you keep watching Young Sheldon without me," you pouted, giving him a playful glare, which only made him smile more.
"Why are you smiling?" you asked, maybe even whining a little as you walked into the store and heard the employee greet you both.
"Because you're so beautiful, and my brain goes in circles when I stare at you," he shrugged casually, giving your waist a small squeeze before untangling his arm to grab a cart.
You tried so hard not to melt, holding onto his bicep as he leaned forward on the cart, making him closer to your height.
"Don't know it you're down, but l've been wanting to learn how to crochet," you said as you glanced around the aisles. Your boyfriend immediately started nodding excitedly.
"Baby, oh my god. I'm so down. We need to make those big-ass blankets," he rambled, looking at your face for a reaction, like a puppy with its ears perked up and tail wagging.
"I think that's knitting, baby," you corrected him, smiling as his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.
"Wait, are those two not the same thing?" His dimple deepened as he bit his lower lip, stopping in front of the craft aisle.
"I actually have no clue," you admitted with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But I know you can crochet a blanket because you once told me about those pattern blocks you saw on your explore page.â
Jungkook's gaze softened as he made eye contact with you, his pupils dilated with so much adoration that it made your heart swell.
"And I remember because I searched them on TikTok to see what you were talking about. I saw people connecting them into blankets. Also, I remember you pretending to sleep so you didn't have to scratch my back anymore-before my one minute was up. You swear you're slick, but I know when you're really asleep," he said with a grin, teasingly biting your cheek as you tried not to smile.
"How do you know I'm not sleeping?" you teased, and he chuckled, ghosting his lips over yours.
"Because every time you fall asleep, you make this little sound, and then slowly, you start snoring," he laughed, watching your cheeks turn a shade of red before burying his laughing face in the crook of your neck.
To be loved is to be seen.
That phrase had never felt more accurate. No one else had ever seen you the way Jungkook did. He knew you so well, down to the tiniest details that sometimes even surprised you.
Your eyes practically turned into hearts as Jungkook kissed your neck innocently before turning his attention to the yarns.
This was the kind of love you had always dreamed of
-better than the movies or books. Nothing could top the overwhelming feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation that coursed through your body whenever you looked at him. Your brain practically played the instrumental of "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey whenever you spent time with him.
It was as if even a natural disaster couldn't faze you
-so long as you could experience it with him.
The connection between you two was beyond what you ever imagined existed in real life. It felt like something out of a fairy tale. From the moment you locked eyes with him across the room, you both knew there was no turning back.
After checking out and getting to Jungkook's car, he opened the door for you, reaching over to buckle your seatbelt before putting the bags in the back.
Once he climbed into the driver's seat, his hand instinctively found its place on your thigh after starting the car. His thumb rubbed your bare skin, sending sparks flying through your body. It was such a natural gesture for him, but the butterflies never ceased. You bit your lip, trying not to whine when his hand moved closer to your inner thigh.
As he softly sang along to "Creep" by Radiohead, it was just another thing you'd become morally obsessed with-his voice. You had always known he could sing, but everything changed the night you were first intimate.
It was as if your entire perspective on love and sex shifted. Simply calling it "sex" seemed absurd now, because it was so much more. Everything felt heightened, more intense, making your heart pound wildly in your chest.
"F-fuck, baby..." he whimpered into your ear, his hips moving slowly into yours, leaving your mouth hanging open.
His little groans and moans made you dizzy, like notes of a lullaby. The feeling of skin against skin was the most addicting sensation, made even more special by the way he always checked in on you.
"Shhh, I'm sorry. Am I being too rough, baby?" His voice was strained as his hips halted, his breath heavy as he moved your hair to kiss your neck.
He resumed slowly, making your legs shake and grip the sheets, and you couldn't help but moan, asking for more. His chuckle against your skin was the same one youâd hear when he rested his head on your stomach, expecting you to scratch his back or read to him.
"You're sweaty," you pouted at him, both of you basking in the afterglow.
"I know. Do you still want me?" He smiled, mimicking your expression before pulling the covers over both your naked bodies and pulling you in as close as possible.
"Yes, I'll forever want you," you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth he radiated.
As sleepiness began to overtake you, you felt his fingertips tracing letters and shapes on your hip.
Just before drifting off, he began singing again. It was like entering another universe where only you and he existed
"I want you to notice," he sang softly, "when I'm not around."
"So fucking special... I wish I was special." He pressed a kiss to your temple, the sound of his voice and your matching heartbeats lulling you both to sleep.
You snapped back to reality when the car stopped at a red light.
"Is it bad that I always hope to get red lights so I can kiss you?" he asked, flashing a grin that had you laughing.
Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his as his eyes fluttered shut, his finger lifting your chin gently.
"Not bad, but a little weird. You want to spend so much time with me," you teased, pulling back to your seat. "Some might even think you're pretty obsessed."
"I'm past obsessed at this point. There's got to be another word that tops it," he admitted, stealing another kiss just before the light turned green.
As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but wish there was another word, stronger than "love," to describe how you felt about him.
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fill with fire, exhale desire, m | jjk
pairing(s):Â jungkook x reader
summary: He smokes cigarettes. You hate it. You always have a lighter in your pocket. He is pissed off because it isn't for him, you say. So much is said, but the truth is in the silence.
wc: 26.7k; warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smoking cigarettes, negative attitudes about smoking, quitting smoking; mentions of misogyny in South Korea; slow burn; constant bickering, tbh; smut (fem reader, striptease (?), heavy making out, scratching, penetrative sex, he puts his hand over her mouth and she licks it, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering); non-idol!AU - smoker, pining, bratty!JK x cold, independent, insomniac!reader; reader's POV
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âGot a light?â
You reached in your pocket and pulled out the lighter that you always kept on you. It had a dragon insignia etched into the black metal. Heavy and substantial. Serious enough to bruise if thrown with enough force. You flicked it open with your thumb and raised it.
Jeon Jungkook leaned in, holding a cigarette between his lips expectantly.
You made your distaste evident in your expression.
He smirked.
You pressed the button and the orange flame shot up. Burning paper and tobacco. The end of the cigarette glowed red. You pulled your hand away, flicking your wrist to extinguish the flame. Slipped it back into your pocket and resumed not looking at him. You heard him inhale with a satisfied sigh before bleeding out smoke to the sky.
âYou smoke too?â
âFuck no,â you snapped. âIâm not disgusting.â
There was a sharp sucking sound of Jungkookâs incredulous annoyance. âHm. Then the lighterâs just for me, huh?â His voice was throaty with nicotine. You hadnât moved away yet. He nudged your shoulder with his knuckles. You didnât react. âYou like me that much?â
You could smell the fumes in the air even though he was attempting to be careful about it. That was the thing about smoke. It got everywhere. A gaseous parasite. You didnât reply. Instead, you stuck your hands in your denim jacket pockets and acted as if he wasnât there. Predictably, not a single person looked your way, even with your pleated blue plaid miniskirt was grazing the bottom of your ass and your black pleather corset showing off the ample curve of your breasts.
No one wanted to deal with the big tattooed guard dog smoking just behind you.
He was trying to stand close but not too close. You wondered if Jungkook was aware of how much subtilty he lacked. He likely had no clue. He called your name, casually, desperate for some sort of attention.
âJust say it.â
You turned your head maybe an iota of a degree in his direction, glaring at him from under your black baseball cap. Seething.
âThe lighter is not for you, Jeon Jungkook.â
His lips twisted into a pout. He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair which definitely worked on other people. Just not you. He held the lit cigarette away from you, and so you spared him a little more of your gaze, pivoting your black boot to view him at an angle.
âYouâre lying,â he asserted with false confidence. âYouâve always got it when I ask.â
You raised an eyebrow. âDoesnât mean that itâs for you. Could be for someone else.â
This revelation did not pacify him. The opposite, actually. His brows knitted together. The corner of your lips ticked upward. This pissed him off even more as you seemed to imply scenarios that he very much did not like. You were curious on what how he would approach it.
âYeah, right. Sure.â He took a quick drag and blew it towards the sky. His dark eyes locked on you. He called your bluff. âYou donât like smoking. Thereâs no way you would hang out with anyone else who does. You already told me thatâs the reason weâre not dating.â Uncertainty etched into his stern expression. â⌠Right?â
You tilted your head at him.
You watched your silence infuriate Jungkook. He puffed up his chest a little, which was admittedly impressive even in his oversized black t-shirt. He had big pectoral muscles. He had picked up working out to add an addiction in attempt to subtract one. He did smoke less in your presence. But not zero.
âRight?â
He was being very demanding and prissy right now.
You pursed your lips and sucked on the side of your teeth. Then you said, âYup. Thatâs the only reason.â
Despair ghosted over his features. He glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. There was slightly more than three-fourths left. His eyes went from you to the concrete sidewalk and then back again. You frowned.
âDonât even think about littering,â you warned.
He clicked his tongue and flicked ash behind him. âSo? Who is it?â
âWho is who?â You taunted back in the same irked tone, minus the underlying insecurity.
âThe other person youâre cheating on me with,â Jungkook snapped.
You werenât bothered by his fury. âIâm not cheating on you if youâre not my boyfriend to begin with.â
He shot you a look that could have scalded most. âAnd whose fault is that?â
âYours.â
âTch, then be my girlfriend and take them from me.â
âNot how this works,â you countered, shifting your stance away from him. Slight panic flashed over his features. You ignored it. âMy bus is coming soon.â
âUgh,â he tutted. âI hate that you go to concerts alone.â
âWell, maybe if you didnât spend your money on smokes, you could join me.â
âI asked,â he growled. âI have the money. You said no.â
You sent him a soulless smile. âBecause you smoke.â
Jungkook looked ready to put out the cigarette on his own arm. But you were already backing away. He half-followed, still talking.
âYouâre going dressed like that? Youâre going to get groped.â
You did your best to not call him stupid. You settled for an eye-roll. âWhy do you think I stuck around after you asked for a light?â You stopped. So did he, avoiding closeness. He looked confused. âMen stay away from me when they smell smoke on my clothes. Either I smoke or Iâve got a boyfriend who does. Either way, not attractive.â
He flinched at your double-edged comment. Then, with a measured amount of bravery, Jungkook took a step forward and tapped your chest with his hand that held the cigarette. You made a displeased face. A tendril of smoke drifted upwards for the suspended second that he held his fingertips to your skin. You narrowed your eyes at him. He backed up, lifting both hands up in defeat. He licked his lower lip, looking down at you.
âIf the lighterâs not for me, then whatâs it for?â
There was a metal screech of heavy brakes behind you, closer to the street.
You glared up at him, wishing he picked better addictions.
Only time could tell.
âArson,â you replied, and turned around to step onto the bus, leaving Jungkook alone once again. He would tire of it soon enough.
-
You scowled.
âWhy the fuck are you here?â
The crowd was parting as you were heading to the train station. Just before you were meant to enter, a man approached you with a plastic bag and a bottle of water. He looked almost as aggravated as you felt. His hands were occupied so for once he couldnât ask for a light.
âIs that any way to greet someone waiting for you?â Jeon Jungkook growled.
You were far from impressed. âDid I ask you to wait for me?â You answered yourself. âNo, I didnât. So, youâre the stalker here.â
His dark eyes shifted over the passerby you had no interest in. He looked back at you with a peeved expression. âBetter me than an actual creep.â
âSpoiler alert: you are an actual creep.â
You kept your distance, wary, and made to walk around him. Something flashed in his gaze but he shut his eyes and sucked in the side of his cheek with a sharp sound. His body turned, semi-following you. You noticed he was wearing a black leather jacket, a different cream shirt, and dark olive cargo pants. Same black sneakers from earlier though. His black hair seemed faintly damp. He must have taken a shower. Perhaps he went to work out while you were gone for hours.
âAt least take the water and food,â Jungkook scoffed, holding out the items. âYouâre probably dehydrated and hungry. Donât your feet hurt from standing so long?â
âWhatâs it to you?â
âNothing.â
You stopped and stared him down. He rolled his eyes. He seemed hurt. It didnât matter if he was avoiding your gaze; you could tell. There was no reason to soften your tone, but at the very least you reached out and took the water bottle from him. The condensation felt nice on your palm already. You unscrewed the cap with a cold expression and heard the plastic crack. He hadnât tempered with it, at least. A part of you felt bad for assuming the worst, but, then again, this was South Korea. You took a sip and pointed with the cap to the plastic bag.
âWhat food?â
Jungkook started, diverting his peek at your reaction in hopes you didnât notice. You had. âPan-fried tteokbokki,â he mumbled.
One of your favorites. At least he used his ears sometimes. âYou really balled out, huh. How much I owe you?â
He took offense. âYou think I donât make enough money to treat you?â
âWhat do you need to treat me for?â
âArenât we friends?â Jungkook shot back.
You were mid-sip when the damage was already done. You saw him freeze up and then quickly look away. People walking past were giving you both weird looks, splitting around the two of you as a river does to a pesky rock stuck in the middle. You lowered the water bottle. He shoved his free hand into his front pant pocket. His knuckles indented the fabric. You looked from them, to back up to his face. His brows were knitted together and he appeared to be biting back an insult.
Or something else.
You reached for the bag.
Hooked your fingers around the handles. He didnât let go. Nor acknowledge you. You tugged lightly. He remained an immovable statue. You took a step forward and pulled up, turning your face away from his chest in the process.
Jungkook whipped his head back and glared down at you.
His grip tightened. You pressed your lips together as the side of your fingers touched the side of his. He smelled fresh. He had definitely showered. The stale scent of his cigarette from earlier still lingered on your denim jacket. You shifted your eyes and made eye contact. Close. Not touching, though. Just enough for a misunderstanding that wasnât going to happen because both of you were crystal clear on your stances.
He let go of the bag.
The weight fell onto your fingers.
He was searching for the words but you interrupted his thoughts.
âYou gonna make sure I get home safe?â you asked.
He looked away. âDonât be stupid.â Tightened his jaw. âWhat kind of man would I be if I just let you wander around at night by yourself?â
You watched his profile. He didnât turn back. You stepped back. His eyes followed, as unnoticeable as he believed, and you let him have that, choosing instead to start walking.
âMight as well eat while itâs warm. I could sit down for a bit.â
You didnât look back to see if he was after you. You heard him bite back his reply and swiftly pivot, and then it was both you against the night of blaring headlights and a dissipating crowd, feeling two kinds of alone despite all the people around. You ended up at the underground food court. Probably where he purchased the tteokbokki to begin with. Found a table and unwrapped the container. A paper-sleeved wooden skewer was tucked against the lid.
Jungkook threw himself into the seat across from you and pulled out his phone, beginning his doomscrolling.
It was still warm. Lightly spicy. Probably a bit too heavy for late night but that was why it tasted better than usual. You caught his darting glimpse as you ate. Raised an eyebrow. He pretended not to notice. Or was it that he pretended not to care? You raised the skewer and tilted it towards him. He continued to ignore you even though his body was halfway turning.
âWant one?â
âIâm fine,â he instantly answered. Almost smugly.
You knew what he was doing. Still, you acted as if you didnât. âI canât eat it all anyway. Donât waste.â
Those dark brown orbs shifted back. His eyebrows furrowed. He did his best to sound annoyed. âYou donât eat enough.â
âEven if I didnât, I should eat something healthier,â you pointed out, keeping your face neutral.
He reached for the skewer and you pierced one of the rice cakes instead. Soaking it in the sauce and holding it out. Jungkook locked eyes with you. You slid the container closer so he could lean over it.
He took the skewer from your fingers and fed himself.
All while staring at you.
The eye contact was broken by his eyes closing. Enjoying the food. Crispy, warm, spicy. Chewy on the inside, in that satisfying way that one could enjoy the seeping heat all over the tongue. He stabbed another and ate that too, without asking. You hadnât expected him to. You hadnât expected him to do any of this, actually. You drank another sip of water.
âIâll take the train home.â
âI donât think so,â Jungkook grumbled with full cheeks, sliding the container back to you and shoving the wooden skewer in your hand. His brief touch lingered. You searched for his expression but he covered the lower half of his face with his other hand, keeping his eyes shut and chewing as he spoke. âI came on my bike. Iâll drop you off at your place.â
Now that was sounding a little too familiar. âIâll be fine on my own. Iâve done it before.â
He cracked open an eye and you could tell he was frowning even though his hair had fallen over his temples. âJust because youâve done it before doesnât mean itâs smart or safe.â
He underestimated your resting psycho bitch face. You speared two pieces of tteokbokki and crammed them in your mouth. Chewed with irritation. You swallowed. âNo one is out to get me.â
Those three-quarter moons remained unconvinced. âThat you know of.â
You raised your eyebrows and moved to continue eating. âYou watch too much true crime.â
âYou donât watch enough. You are the one that should be cautious,â Jungkook retorted.
âI am cautious.â You glanced at him above pan-fried rice cake. âBut you canât live always being afraid of possible horrors. If I did that, well, I would sleep even worse than I already do.â
You ate.
Jungkook lowered his eyes and went pensively silent.
There wasnât anything to say. You cleaned up. Threw away the remains appropriately. Began to walk with him subtly leading the way. The night felt darker. Quieter. The concert crowd was gone and now the streets were full of night owls on their own lonely missions. You pretended passersby parted to let you and him through. The more likely answer was avoidance though. There wasnât anything that friendly about Jungkookâs rigid presence and your inherently cold one.
In a parking lot now.
His black and chrome motorcycle was parked. A beast in its own right. Lately, you had been thinking of his addictions. Tattoos. Motorcycles. Cigarettes. Chasing after the un-chasable. Was he simply a thrill seeker or was he attempting to break an internal perfection that he had been living by for far too long? Or just doing anything that came to mind to try and feel something? You stopped walking when he did. He did his thing. And then Jungkook held out a lump of black fabric to you.
You raised your eyebrows.
He half-shrugged. âYou canât get on the bike in that skirt.â
He was right. You didnât want him to be right. You took the lump that turned out to be a pair of his sweatpants. The Nike ones he usually wore to work out. You made a face. He rolled his eyes as he produced the helmet.
âTheyâre clean,â he huffed. âI ainât nasty.â
You had quite a few comebacks for that but you kept your mouth shut. You wondered if he noticed how he slipped out of his practiced Seoul dialect for half a sentence. You noticed. You averted your eyes. It was late. The adrenaline was wearing off to soreness. You could only give about a ratâs ass of a fuck right now. Fuck it. You started bending down.
âWoah!â
All of a sudden you felt a strong grip on your forearm, pulling you back up and dragging you forward, sandwiching you in between the large motorcycle and Jungkookâs scowl, quickly letting go once you glared. You narrowed your eyes. He gave you a disapproving frown.
âIâm wearing shorts under this,â you hissed under his chin.
âBooty shorts, maybe,â he snapped back. âAlso, shorts or not, they donât hide your shape. Idiot.â
He was wrong. You were wearing black boyshort-style panties. Semantics. Instead of bending down, you raised one leg to lower the inner zipper of your boots. Immediately, Jungkook caught your shoulder, steadying you. You didnât thank him. You glowered. He glowered back as you undid the other one. You stomped down and bunched up the legs of the sweatpants, first sticking in one foot and then the other, doing a little dance in and out of your boots, before forcefully yanking them up your legs. He didnât let you fall, but he also didnât look either, swiftly turning his head to stare out into the street. There was a brief moment where you had to decide to tuck in your skirt or let it flare out over the top of the pants. You opted for the latter, straightening and smoothing out the pleats over the crotch of his borrowed sweatpants.
He glanced back and frowned.
You noticed. âWhat?â
His eyes drifted up. Brow knitted together. He let go of your shoulder. âNot fair that you look cute,â he muttered.
âI look dumb as hell.â You bent over and rezipped your boots, adding under your breath, âBut itâs better than nothing. I guess.â You stood up again.
There was a shifty, expectant silence.
You wanted to go home and sleep. At the same time, you wanted to be awake. Jungkook hesitated for a moment and then handed you the helmet in his hands before circling around you to grab the other one he had stored, leaving you to figure that shit out on your own. He avoided your gaze as surely as you did his. The whole scene looked less weird that it felt. You heard the engine purr to life. He said something and you ignored him, buttoning up your jacket so your valuables wouldnât fall out. Not your best look, however, you had not planned any of this in any capacity.
Jungkook was already seated, his long legs extended to the asphalt to steady himself.
âSo, youââ
You placed your hand on his bicep and stepped onto the footpeg, nimbly swinging your leg over to balance behind him. Underneath your hand, you felt him stiffen as you settled, sliding your other arm around his back and temporarily landing on his hip before you removed the hand on his upper arm to grip his waist.
âO⌠Oh.â
He cleared his throat.
âIâm good,â you confirmed even though he hadnât asked.
He felt warm and solid and you did your best to ignore it.
âR-Right.â A pause before he said, âHold on, alright?â
You squeezed his waist.
âMhm.â
Jungkook took you home.
-
âIâll get the pants back later,â he said as you handed him the helmet back. âGo on up.â
You observed him. Jungkook did his best to be calm and not jittery. He gave you a strange look, realizing that you were analyzing him. He had killed the engine so he didnât have to shout. He cradled the helmet you had borrowed with one hand, the other on the handle of his motorcycle for a moment before using it to raise the visor to uncover his dark eyes.
You paused.
Then, you unbuttoned your denim jacket, reaching into the inner pocket for your lighter.
You held it out to Jungkook.
He glanced at it, and then at you.
You ticked your head. âYouâll need a light again. Inevitably. Take it.â
His gaze sharpened. He looked away quickly, and you could tell by the contortion of his features that he was shoving his tongue into his cheek, letting out an annoyed huff. Then, he shook his head, as if your audacity was something to behold. Jungkook then transferred the helmet to the crook of his arm and shoved his dominant, tattooed hand into the inner pocket of his leather jacket, ripping out a slightly crumpled cigarette box with one corner torn open.
He slapped it over your dragon lighter.
âShit.â
You stared at your palm. And then at him. Jungkook glared back, exhaling hard.
âTake âem,â he mumbled. His Busan dialect was even more obvious now. His voice was gruff and his manner blunted. âJust fuckinâ take them.â
âI donât want these,â you retorted.
âYeah?â His eyes narrowed to daggers. âNeither should I.â His eyes shifted down and then back up. âInevitably. Youâre so fucking full of it.â
You almost flung both objects at his face. Almost. Yet something made you reconsider. Something about Jungkookâs demeanor shifted. He tried to keep his tone sharp but it was dulled by his body language. He cocked his chin in the most falsely cocky way.
âYou think Iâm gonna want âem?â
Your gazes locked.
âThen Iâll have to come to you to get âem.â
You pursed your lips. âIâm going to throw them away.â
He dared you. âDo it.â
âYouâll waste your money and time.â
âAnd Iâll be reminded youâll never let me live it down,â Jungkook growled. âIâll think twice before putting myself through that fire.â
Silence.
Eye to eye.
You held his stare.
Then, you lowered your hand, clutching his cigarettes and your lighter, backing away, and quickly spinning on your heel, striding into your apartment building. You punched in the code. Behind you, you heard the swift kick of an engine roar and then a fading zip away as you yanked open the glass door. You didnât look back. You pocketed Jeon Jungkookâs cigarettes.
-
Nights later, you sat on the floor next to your bed, flicking your lighter on and off to kill the flame and revive it. Over. And over. You stared at the tiny orange burst. Then extinguished it. Then ignited it again. Such a small light. So fragile and yet so capable of burning this entire apartment down. You breathed out. Fixated on the dancing flame. Time passed.
You sat in silence.
You snapped the lid closed, snuffing it out.
The room was semi-dark. Your bedside table lamp was the only light on. The curtains were open, giving you a view of the city skyline etched into the black sky. The area was actually pretty quiet. You got lucky with a neighborhood full of older folks who mostly minded their own damn business. The apartments were older in a homely sort of way. The most telling trait of the apartment complex was the general unease in the air. Probably because some of the older folks had died in their apartments before. People could be superstitious like that. Maybe you were too. You just didnât see it as a negative.
Which said a lot about you.
You looked up to your nightstand. Next to the dingy chrome base of your lamp was an open pack of cigarettes. The box was missing maybe three or four of them, you guessed. You hadnât torn it open to confirm.
Behind your head, your phone began to vibrate.
You lifted your hand and placed your lighter on the nightstand. The lines of the dragon engraving caught the low light, casting shadows over it. Your hand pivoted and you felt around the bed. Found the smoothness of the screen and pulled your phone to you, lowering it to your lap before looking at the caller ID. You frowned slightly once you noticed the time. That late, huh? And this person almost never called or texted. Well. At least not to you.
You accepted the call and brought it to your ear out of habit.
âYa. You,â mumbled the slurred, distorted voice of Jeon Jungkook.
You responded just as politely. âWhat?â
He let out a huff. There was a fair bit of rustling and maybe the sound of glass on table. âI want you to know something.â You didnât reply to that. It wasnât a question. He paused anyway. Maybe expecting you to reprimand him. You stayed silent. âAh, fuck.â He exhaled hard into the microphone. You held your phone slightly away from your ear even though you couldnât smell the alcohol on his breath. âLook. Iâm not drinking because I need a smoke.â You doubted it. âI just felt like drinking. Itâs Friday.â He wasnât wrong. âI⌠I get it, okay? I get why you donât like it. Makes sense and all. IâŚâ He trailed off again, struggling to find the words. âBut Iâm not like you. Iâm not. I donât have my shit together.â
âI donât have my shit together,â you interjected. Should be obvious from you answering his call perfectly awake at three in the morning. He didnât seem to be thinking rationally at the moment though. If he ever did.
âFuck off.â He lost control of his Seoul dialect. Kept going back and forth between upstanding citizen and gruff Busan satoori. You wondered if he was aware. Probably not. âYou have it way more together than me. Iâm fuckinâ trying. Ugh.â His tone tightened. âItâs not⌠Itâs not how you think it is. Itâs not.â
You werenât sure you thought it was anything but you let him talk. Nothing else to do, after all.
âI have great parents, you know.â He sighed. Despondently annoyed. âTheyâre awesome. I wanted to be a good son. Thatâs⌠I mean, doesnât everybody? I listened to them. I listened to be teachers. I listened to my classmates. I wanted to be a good person, so I did everything asked of me from others.â His voice deepened to a soft growl.
âBut⌠People take. I didnât even realize it.â
You realized that Jungkook sounded sad.
âThey take when they know you give. And I gave, because my parents taught me to be a good person and I didnât want to disappoint them by people calling me heartless or cruel. ButâŚâ Mumbled something you didnât catch. Cleared his throat. âIt was becoming too much. I got fed up. I had to start saying no. But not before I had already said yes to a lot of stuff that I shouldnât have said yes to. I had already developed bad habits by then.â
A few seconds of silence.
You broke it. âYouâre too easily influenced,â you accused.
âYeah, fuck me,â Jungkook grumbled. âFuck me for not knowing that there are people are out there donât have my best interests at heart and want to see me fucked up because they feel some type of way. My bad.â
You figured that was common sense. But maybe not. Maybe not, considering the way he talked about his parents. You pushed back your own personal biases despite their intrusive nature.
âIs your family disappointed in you?â you quietly asked.
âMe?â He let out a humorless laugh. âNo. No, theyâre supportive. Even if they donât like my tattoos or the piercings or whatever, no one has ever made me feel shit about it. Everyone is positive. Even began to like those things about me when most elders would lose their shit.â He sighed. âBut⌠I still didnât quit the cigarettes. Just didnât smoke around them, because I didnât want to see my mom sad. But still. I didnât even want to try to quit.â
A moment of reluctance.
âUntil⌠Until I met you,â sighed Jungkook, his deep voice heavy.
Was that supposed to be flattering? You didnât have time to ponder it.
âHmph⌠Iâm so envious of you.â A light thud. More rustling. He sounded a little muffled and a lot out of it. âYouâre never ruffled. No matter what anyone says or does, youâre always yourself. You donât relent even when I act like a prick. Itâs so⌠Hah. I canât do that.â He sounded defeated. âI try to not care too. Iâm trying. Iâm trying so fucking hard. The second I think Iâve got it, yes, this is me, I remember itâs not. Itâs not. I just copied someone else I saw that I thought⌠Copying you⌠Youâre right. Lots of people told me to quit. Or keep going, itâs not that bad. They can all fuck right off, untilâŚâ
A weak shuffle and then you could barely hear the whisper in between the phone lines. His face was seemingly buried into something. He sounded both far away and so very close at once.
âWhat am I doingâŚ? It doesnât⌠Doesnât make sense.â
You almost said something. It wasnât the right time. You shifted your position on the floor, leaning back against the bed. He must have heard that you were still on the other side of the line. He dragged more strength into his voice. As much as he could muster, anyway.
âHowâŚâ He shuddered. Whispered your name under his breath in the same way sailors called to stars to navigate the sea on a cold night. âYou told me I should quit and⌠Yeah. I know youâre right. I know. I⌠The other nightâŚâ
The night you attempted to give him your lighter to keep.
Jungkook sniffed. âYou canât⌠Doesnât matter. Doesnât matter how you do it,â he mumbled. âYou do. You just do. And so do I. I gotta just do.â
You finally spoke.
âYes,â you sighed. âThatâs the truth.â
Cradled the phone, leaning it against your temple.
âThe world doesnât care.â He sounded resigned but no longer on the edge. âEveryone just does what they wanna do.â
A long pause. For some reason, you had the impression that both of you were curled up somewhere at home suddenly feeling not at home. Maybe it was the time of the night. Or the alcohol on his end. Or the insomnia on your end. The long seconds marched on. Then, Jungkook asked you a question with a statement.
âI wish I knew what⌠What I wanna do.â
Silence.
You half-smiled knowing he couldnât see it. Preferred, actually, that he didnât. âGonna be honest,â you chuckled. âI donât know what I want to do. I follow my instincts and accept wherever I end up.â
He snorted. Haughtily. It was meant to dent to your demeanor and it was about as effective as a puff of popcorn. âOf course. Hah.â Exhaled hard, taking the fight out of himself. âYou really⌠You really donât knowâŚ?â
You debated what you did and didnât know. âAbout what?â
An irritated huff. Something about your tone seemingly made him hesitate, though. He caught the gist of what was unsaid. Maybe it was because he was drunk. Sober Jungkook could never.
âIf.â Just that. If. âAhâŚâ
He breathed out your name. It was very late. The darkness was at its peak. But Jeon Jungkook breathed your name with the capacity of a dreamer, half-conscious and losing fast.
âI wonât let it end like this.â
There were a few minutes of quiet.
You hung up before he could start snoring in your ear. A small part of you kind of wanted to hear it. But, instead, you hung up. Placed your phone on your lap. Stared straight ahead, to the windowsill and the peek of the city skyline against a black sky. You thought about his voice on the other end. Calling for you. You sat in silence. Night bled away. You wanted to reach for the lighter again. Your instincts told you not to.
So, you hoisted yourself up and crawled under your covers, giving in to exhaustionâs embrace.
-
The next time you saw Jeon Jungkook was an evening at a convenience store. It was a coincidence. Or perhaps one of fateâs great jokes. You spied him the second you walked into the small establishment. He was talking to a tall man with a sun-kissed tan and longish black hair in soft curls. They obviously knew each other. Jungkookâs laugh was his typical bright guffaw that he tried to stifle to not be a public disturbance.
For a second, you almost forgot that call from a few nights ago.
You looked away, heading to the other side of the store.
Before you did, though, he had glanced in your direction and done a double-take. You moved into an aisle, out of sight, heading to the back, changing your original intent for being here. This particular convenience store was family-owned. It had a small section where the ownerâs wife prepared fresh gimbap daily. You wondered how many people knew about this, because it was always stocked. Maybe they preferred to buy from bigger stores, not trusting a small business. You grabbed a tray of heftily-filled tuna gimbap before heading to the fridge section for drinks.
Jungkook was standing there.
You pulled back into the aisle.
His back had been to you, so he didnât have the chance to notice. Half-in the fridge, picking something out among the electrolyte replenishers and flavored waters. He carried a black backpack that seemed heavy with things. Workout stuff, you assumed. His companion earlier had a towel around his shoulders and had worn a red tank top with exaggerated armholes, revealing a built chest and defined arms. Jungkookâs black hair looked slightly damp, possibly sweaty, pushed back and away from his forehead. He was wearing an open navy hoodie, white tank top, gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. It was safe to assume the backpack had workout shit in it. You wondered where the other guy was. He had been very tall. Easy to spot over the tops of the aisles, but he seemed to no longer be in the store. He must have left, then. No one to distract Jungkook any longer. Hm. You still wanted a drink, but.
Not that badly.
You zipped your black hoodie over your exposed stomach once you noticed the cashier was the elderly woman. You probably would have zipped it no matter who it was. The older generation just tended to be less subtle about their judgements. You approached the register and she smiled, greeting you. You slid the tuna gimbap over to her.
He was behind you.
You glanced at the glass behind the cashier. The cabinet held various brands of cigarettes. It was very well-polished, and you could see Jungkook behind you, sternly staring at the back of your head. You turned around.
He shot you a questioning look, furrowing his eyebrows.
âThe total isââ
In his hands was a big bottle. Some kind of sports drink. You took it from him, and put it next to your tuna gimbap. The old woman didnât quite register the speed of your action, blinking several times.
âSorry,â you said. âCould you please add this too? Thank you.â
Clearly, she could only focus at one thing at a time. She did not realize you had snatched the drink from the man behind you, which would immediately raise eyebrows. Instead, the older woman was preoccupied with searching for the barcode, turning the bottle this way and that, poking the scanner against it.
Adding it to your receipt.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
You pulled out your card as the cashier stated your new total. Tapped it as Jungkook hissed your name under his breath, but you ignored him, accepting the purchase as the cashier carefully packed up your meal and someone elseâs drink in the same small clear plastic bag. She smiled her customer service smile and then noticed the disheveled punk behind you with a slight widening of her eyes.
You thanked her again and wished her a nice day before gripping his hoodie sleeve and dragging him with you.
Immediately let go when you exited the establishment, finally paying heed to the muttering of curses behind you. You reached into the thin plastic bag and pulled out his drink, pivoting slightly to give it to him. Jungkook snatched it from your hand, scowling.
âI donât need your fuckinâ charity,â he snapped.
You wondered if he even remembered his drunken laments. âItâs not charity.â You affixed an impassive expression. âNot for you, anyway. Just making it easier for the cashier.â You began to take a few steps in the direction you needed to go.
He scoffed, âWhat are you doing, anyway?â and cocked his chin at you. âStalking me now?â
You wondered if he was wishing for that. âIâm retrieving dinner like everybody else at this hour. âCept you, I guess,â you added, unzipping your hoodie again even though the sun was dropping fast.
âWhat theââ
And Jungkook quickly jogged up beside you, shielding your body with his.
âThe hell you doing?â
You glared but didnât stop walking. âWhat?â Impolitely.
He pointed to your sports bra with a flick of his wrist. âUh, you canât leave the house like that.â
âI already have,â you pointed out. His eyes were glued to your sports bra and the low-waisted black Nike sweatpants clinging to your hips.
âAnd you think nothing is going to happen to you?â Jungkook indignantly shot back, blocking your way and darting his gaze around as if offenders were already on the horizon.
âWhether it does or not has no bearing on what Iâm wearing,â you dryly replied. He was repeating a tale as old as time. Not that that made it any less real. It was all heard before, though. âYou act like I havenât lived for decades knowing the horrors of the world.â
His expression changed. Still frustrated. Slightly put off by your wording. And, sadly, comprehension. âThatâs not what I mean.â
âThatâs what youâre coming off as.â
âNot my intention,â he grumbled.
âIntentions donât mean much in the face of what actually happens,â you said, glancing at him.
He shut up.
You almost regretted spilling your honesty.
âSorry,â he said softly.
He seemed beaten down by your response. Eventually he shook his head and ran his free hand through his windswept black hair, trying to sneak a glimpse at your face. You were already staring at him. That threw him off. He looked away, flustered.
âCan I at least accompany you back?â he offered. Awkwardly.
You ticked your head. You knew that his gym was near that convenience store. âDonât you live around here?â He had mentioned it, once. âI need to take the bus.â Earlier, you were aware that there was definitely a chance for you would run into him once you chose your destination. But it was the closest spot to buy liquor, and you hadnât felt like traveling further. Then the original plan changed once you encountered Jungkook. Remembering all that made you pause. You diverted your gaze, adding, âForget it. Go home.â
Monotone.
Your dismissal clearly annoyed him. He let out an exaggerated exhale and blocked you again when you tried to walk around him. You narrowed your eyes but didnât raise your head. His tank top was tight, revealing the contours of his muscle. The shoulder of his hoodie had slid down, exposing part of his tattoo sleeve. Dark rings of petals in a hypnotizing mandala. The artist was talented enough to make you pause to admire. Then you swiftly looked away, anywhere else, shifting to his jaw. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and steeled himself.
âFine.â He came to a conclusion, apparently. âI need a smoke.â
A ripple of aggravation shot through your temple. You turned your stare to fixate on Jungkook. He glared back, twice as stubborn.
âYou serious?â you snarled. âGo back to the store then and buy some yourself.â
He rolled his eyes. âThe fuck is the point of giving them to you, then?â
You jerked back, disgusted. âI didnât fucking want them, asshole.â
âYeah, well,â he pressed, becoming more resolute by the second. âThat was the deal.â
You planted a palm on his chest and shoved him out of your way. Unbelievable. âThere was no fucking deal,â you retorted, walking fast. He kept up because he was an annoying prick. You glowered, bristling at his presence. âWhat? You think you can do whatever you want, Jeon Jungkook?â The audacity of this bitch. âIâm not gonna fuckinâ give them to you anyway. So, promptly, fuck off.â
His fingertips touched your shoulder.
You yanked your body back as if scalded.
âDonât touch me.â
He pulled his hand out of the air but didnât back down. Those dark brown eyes narrowed. His lips thinned. Anger clouded his features. And. You felt your icy composure become brittle when you observed the distressed sadness poorly hidden underneath said anger.
A tense stillness.
âTheyâll kill you,â you steely stated.
His gaze shifted. Contorted. The expression of all too well.
âYeah.â He exhaled hard. âThatâs the truth.â
Then his eyes drifted back to you.
All the fight in the air drained out. Neither of you dared to speak. There were volumes written within this shared quiet. Strangers walked past, sending you both strange looks. You and him were too busy being struck in three-in-the-morning thoughts shared during an impromptu phone call. You looked away. So did he. There was a loud screech of metal and heavy tires on asphalt. You didnât say anything. You only had time for an instinctive decision.
You tapped Jungkookâs forearm and waved, quickly running to catch up with the bus.
Less than a minute later, him and you stiffly sat next to each other on worn seats, trying your best not to glance at one another or make eye contact with anyone else. It was mostly successful, other than a strong-smelling middle-aged man that was eyeing everybody a little too closely. He settled on you for an unknown but undoubtably nefarious reason. Jungkook shoved you against the side of the bus and firmly put his backpack in his lap, blocking the view of your torso from the strangerâs perspective. Either the random man noticed the silent hostility or lacked object permeance when drunk. He changed course.
Both of you relaxed slightly.
You zipped up your hoodie anyway. Couldnât hurt. You lifted your head. By mistake, your eyes locked with Jungkookâs. He looked like he wanted to say something but he stayed mute for now. It was a quiet bus ride, leaving both of you in roads of thought neither of you wanted to be in.
-
âYou can go home now.â
Jungkook reminded you. âI need a smoke, remember?â
You held your apartment keys and frowned at him. He gave you a casual shrug you didnât trust. He held onto his backpack and the drink you had bought him, now half-empty. You turned away, licking the side of your teeth. Glanced from all the closed doors around you. You couldnât shake the tension at your shoulders. Passed by his face. There was something in his expression. You let out an exhale through your nose and shoved your key into the lock, harshly twisting it.
âFine. Go look for them,â you invited not-so-invitingly.
The door was old and jammed in the frame. You shoved it, hard, and it swung open with almost too much force. You grabbed the knob before it could hit the wall in a practiced motion, crossing the threshold to remove your shoes and scoot them by the wall. He followed, somewhat startled by your daily habits. You ignored him. Instead, you headed for the tiny kitchen with your tuna gimbap, intending to devour it as Jungkook did his search. Chopsticks from the drawer. Taking out the tray of food and placing it on the counter while you balled up the plastic bag to put it in the correct recycling bin. Yanked off the lid and picked up the end piece to eat.
You chewed.
It was fresh. Pretty good.
Without turning around, you removed your hoodie and threw it to the side. It shot to the back of the sofa and clumped. You kept eating. You had already heard Jungkook lock the door, remove his shoes, and dump his backpack on the hardwood floor with a thump. The cigarettes were exactly where you left them. Next to your bedside table lamp with your lighter leaning against them. You ate another piece, staring at the bottom of your gray-stained cabinets, and only now realizing how hungry you were. Huh.
It was eerily quiet.
Weird.
You chewed on your third piece and twisted your body to find Jungkook still standing by the door, staring at your living room with wide eyes. The apartment was quite small. Maybe a little bit crammed. The living room had a black fabric sofa, a dark-stained coffee table that had seen too many late-night dinners, and the TV on a low storage unit.
And mirrors.
Mirrors all over the walls. Most of them were small. Some were vintage with aged metal frames or darkened bamboo frames. Some of them werenât in the best shape, the reflective glass becoming patchy and spotted. Some were a little more than smoked glass. They were all from thrift stores or resell markets. There was no real rhyme or reason to their placement all over the living room other than chaotically aesthetic. The ones on the bookshelf unit by the window were all lined up. Unique pocket mirrors with various shapes. There were a few anime and cartoon character motifs sprinkled in.
âWhat the fuckâŚ?â
He finally gave you a look slight frightened concern but mostly confusion.
You shrugged. Casually. âI like to collect mirrors.â You munched.
âNo shit?â Jungkook still looked mildly appalled. He furrowed his brows to regain some sort of control over his face. âAnd you called me a creep.â Still, he shuffled further in, peering over them. âThereâs so many of them⌠The fuck you need all this for?â
âNothing.â
He shot you a look over his shoulder and quickly diverted his eyes once he noticed your exposed shoulders. âNothing?â he echoed indignantly.
âThereâs no real purpose,â you reaffirmed, grabbing another piece of gimbap with a click of your chopsticks. âWhy does anyone have a collection?â
Jungkook snorted. âCollecting music albums or even plushies is less weird thenâŚâ He paused. Then angled his body slightly, as if to listen to what you had to say without directly viewing you. âIs there a reason you collect mirrors?â
You, too, stilled. Seeing the back of his head and his broad shoulders suddenly reminded you that this was the first time you had ever invited Jeon Jungkook into your space and rather impulsively at that. You faced the counter again. The gimbap was about three-fourths gone. It was probably a good idea to finish it all now. You chewed on your lower lip, debating on whether or not to tell him the reason.
âWhen I was young,â you said, directed to the unfinished gimbap. âI didnât like looking at myself in mirrors. Guess I had some kind of complex about them.â You didnât elaborate. You positioned your chopsticks over another piece of the roll but didnât yet pick it up. âWhen I moved in here, I didnât really care about decorating it either. Figured it didnât matter. At some point, I got tired of the blank walls, so I went to a secondhand shop to find something to put on the wall, and I remembered I donât like mirrors.â
Hated them, really.
âSo, I brought one because I thought the design was cool. And kept buying them.â
You half-laughed, mirthlessly.
âI decided itâs stupid to hate something like that, anyway,â you muttered, and chomped down another piece. You should have gotten out the soy sauce. Hah. With self-exasperation, you opened a cabinet to take out the small glass dispenser. Poured a little on the edge of the tray to dip the last few pieces in.
âThatâs cool.â
His voice seemed louder, somehow. âYou called me a creep,â you hummed.
âI didnât call you a creep,â Jungkook said behind you.
You turned around, bristling. He was distracted, looking around your relatively neat kitchen. Probably taking note that there were no mirrors here. You restricted your collection to the living room walls to prevent overbuying. His eyes stopped at the gimbap on the counter at waist height. His dark eyes raised. Tentative. Your pulse accelerated a bit. You kept your expression neutral, chewing slowly.
âThought you needed a smoke?â you asked after swallowing. You waved your chopstick towards the bedroom. âBe my guest.â
The tips of his ears flushed pink. He was sort of looking at you but also not. You tried not to notice that his navy hoodie had fallen off his shoulder, revealing his defined, tattooed right arm all the way to his elbow. His hands were shoved into the side pockets of his sweatpants. He was in the middle of scrutinizing yours.
âAre those mine?â Jungkook asked, completely ignoring your question.
You flicked the side seam by your thigh. âIâll wash them and give them back. Seemed pointless to wear them for only a short while and wash immediately.â You leaned against the counter. âI havenât forgotten. Donât worry your pretty little head.â
His eyes shot up to your face at your comment. You shared a glare. Both of you held it more out of stubbornness than intimidation. For what reason, you werenât sure. There were only parts of him you disliked. Not all of him. Well. Maybe if you and him dialed back the hostility, then.
Both of you broke eye contact at the same time.
âThey⌠They look good on you.â It wasnât said in a sarcastic way. The sincerity was somehow more alarming. âKeep them.â
âNo thanks,â you retorted with more familiarity than you intended. âI donât need your charity.â You shouldnât have said that.
It didnât end up mattering, though.
âDo you remember when I called you a couple nights ago?â Jungkook suddenly blurted, thrusting you both into whiplash of conversation topic change.
You froze.
There was no cue to tell you what was the right thing to say. It was best to glance at his expression to find out, and yet you couldnât bring yourself to. There was something about the distance of a phone call that made deep conversations easier. But you realized from his abruptness that he, too, must have been struggling to bring up the elephant in the room. Could have let it sleep, but this guy wouldnât let it be.
Still, you understood him.
You pursed your lips and rubbed your collarbone with your free hand. âOnly one of us was drunk and it wasnât me,â you finally sighed. Raised your head.
His ears were very red now. You saw Jungkook battle between being a smartass and his natural self. You saw him wish he was a natural smartass. He cleared his throat, his chest tensing. âUh⌠Sorry,â he mumbled. âSorry about⌠Calling so late.â He cleared his throat again despite his discomfort being purely emotional. His eyes shifted. âI didnât think youâd answer⌠But you did.â He chanced a glimpse at your reaction.
You shrugged.
Casually.
He nodded quickly even though you hadnât said anything. âI donât remember everything I said,â he rambled in a tone that clearly indicated he did. âSo, donât, uh, donât take it too seriously.â He was taller than you but it didnât feel like that right now.
You considered his words and quietly replied with, âOkay.â
His eyes drifted to the kitchen counter. Lingered on your waist, but not for long. He ticked his chin towards the leftovers. âCan I have a piece?â
Wordlessly, you held out the chopsticks so he had access to the other, unused end. He hesitated. Then pulled a hand from his pocket. You moved out of the way as he retrieved the chopsticks from your grip and took a step to be closer to the counter.
It was weird.
Standing in your small kitchen next to Jeon Jungkook eating your dinner leftovers.
Mostly it was weird because it didnât make you highly uncomfortable or positively annoyed. It felt normal, which is what made it otherworldly odd. As if you were getting used to his presence beside you. You winced and tried not to make it obvious. You heard him try to say your name between bites.
âChew your food,â you muttered, angling your face away but not your body. Couldnât bring yourself to watch him eat. You heard the rattle of the plastic tray against the counter as he dipped in the soy sauce. Then you felt a nudge by your arm.
Before you could stop your natural reaction, you were face-to-face with Jungkook who was holding out the last piece to you with full cheeks and an expectant expression. You blinked at him. The blunt end of the chopsticks was used, but he was holding out the gimbap with the slender side. The end you had been eating with. The seaweed glistened with soy sauce. His free hand was under the chopsticks, cradling air in the dire last resort that it fell. He roughly swallowed, looking more annoyed with each passing second.
âOpen up.â
âNo,â you automatically replied.
He rolled his eyes. âCome on.â
You made a face. âThis is weird.â
He made a face back. Disturbing. âShut up and open your mouth.â
âI woââ
That was precisely the moment Jungkook shoved the chopsticks into your mouth. Instinctively, you lowered your jaw to catch it all, glaring at him. He scowled back, about to remove the chopsticks before you caught them in your teeth with your mouth full of tuna, vegetables, and rice. There was a brief, pointless tug of war before you pulled your head back rather than let him perform the action. Jungkook squinted at you, irritated, and you were just as perturbed, chewing decidedly before swallowing.
Sudden silence.
He lowered the chopsticks to balance them on the empty tray. You ran your tongue over your teeth to catch any rice stragglers. It became hard to maintain eye contact. Now he was facing the cabinets and you were facing the living room of mirrors. Minutes ticked by.
The quiet became violent.
You whipped your head to Jungkook. âSo, whatââ
He spoke at the same time. âYou know Iâm not joking, right?â he asked softly.
His profile was statuesque. Instantly recognizable. Imprinted in memory. And then his dark eyes shifted, his black hair framing his temples, and now Jungkook was searching for your eyes that remained on him. You shut your mouth. He realized he had interrupted you.
âWhat did you want to say?â
You faltered and then shook your head. âNot important.â
His brows furrowed. âDonâtââ
âJoking about what?â you interjected. âDonât try to distract me.â
He was, rightfully, irate. âYouââ
You wrapped an arm around your midsection, suddenly feeling cold. âIs this about you quitting smoking?â
Immediately he noticed. Your demeanor demanding him to answer was a little too intense to be ignored, though. âThatâsâŚâ He tutted, his voice deepening slightly. âIâve already quit.â You raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â He was trying to unconvincingly convince you. It had barely been a couple weeks, anyway. âUgh, okay, fine. Maybe I bummed a cig a couple of times. But only for a couple puffs. Donât fucking look at me like that,â Jungkook snapped. âLike you donât have any bad habits.â
âI have bad habits,â you answered coldly. âBut I also deal with how I feel. Something you should get started on.â
He threw up his hands and began to back away from the counter, until.
âIs this how you want to spend your life?â you asked.
His back was to you now. Reluctance took over, rendering his movements as statuesque as he looked moments before. You stared at his back, wondering if you had gone too far. Wondering if these shared moments were all for naught. Not really in the very real chance that he could leave and never look back, but in the very real chance that he did and nothing changed for him. Or for you. In the chance that your interactions would ultimately mean nothing in this life when it was very clear that both of you wanted to mean something. Anything.
âI donât.â
You looked up and Jungkook was looking back at you over his shoulder. He lowered his gaze when your eyes connected before half-turning to face you, halfway between running to and running from. You asked yourself, if it was anyone else, would you stay this silent? Before it registered, you reached out and tugged his hoodie sleeve.
After all, you did always have a light for him.
He raised his eyes.
âYouâre trying. Arenât you?â You gave him a dry smile before letting go.
His lashes lowered to waning half-moons. Then he ticked his head, asking, âDo you really hate it that much?â His eyes found yours. He already knew the answer and was asking it anyway.
You told him the truth. âYeah.â
The corner of his lips flicked upwards wryly. âDamn. So honest.â
You almost laughed. âWell⌠You wouldnât like me at all if you knew I was a liar.â Then your words caught up to you. âNot that you do,â you added after a beat.
âI do,â corrected Jungkook before looking away.
Maybe he was embarrassed by his admission. You, however, were preoccupied with other thoughts. The mirrors. Your insomnia. His tattoos. His cigarettes. Your coldness. His fire. The way you tended to lock down your deep emotions and the way his tended to spill out when they overflowed. You held the lighter. He longed to burn. You liked him. That thought lingered. You hated the smoking, true, not only because of all the obvious discomforts, but also because you had a feeling that he knew he could quit and only did it to further punish himself for things he didnât do.
You just had a feeling since you, too, punished yourself for things you didnât do.
You felt something soft brush against your shoulders.
His hoodie smelled like him, herbal and fresh with depth, with a vague hint of washed-out acid smoke. You glanced over. He looked apologetic, gesturing to your arm over your midsection. His built chest and sculpted shoulders were mildly distracting. His white tank top clung to his body, not leaving much to the imagination. You frowned. Jungkook saw your face and braced himself for a reprimanding.
You asked him a question you had been wondering for a while now.
âDid you plan this?â
That wasnât what he expected. His features twisted into confusion. âUh?â He seemed to forget his anxiousness for a moment. âPlan what?â The perfect deer-in-headlights look.
You angled your body to better face him and held the edge of the hoodie, narrowing your eyes. âYou know what I mean,â you warned.
He sensed danger and held up his hands in defeat. âI donât?â
Those big brown eyes begged you to believe him. Either he was stupid or a really good actor. You relaxed slightly. You werenât banking on the latter and really hoped you were right. You grimaced, backing away. It wasnât fair to let learned behavior judge him yet constant vigilance was also needed for survival. You sighed, stepping around him.
âNever mind. Itâs late. Just sleep in my bed. Iâll take the couch.â
âThe fuck?â Jungkook followed, infuriated, much like the rest of the night. âI canât do that.â
âThe buses arenât running this late,â you stated matter-of-factly. You waved him away, plopping onto your sofa with a tired exhale. âOr you can call a taxi, I guess. You want money for that?â
He smacked his hand down on the back of the sofa and scowled, bending down to intimidate you.
âI am not some kid!â
You looked up at him.
Jungkook froze, realizing the closeness.
He was naturally a very handsome man. You had always thought so. Never told him. He had probably heard it enough. He faltered, losing the fight but not yet letting go of the sofa. You observed the line of his jaw and thought about how hard he had to work to fulfill the image others had of him. How hard he worked to break that image, only to shoulder a different set of expectations, for only a certain level of coolness could combat the goodness he lost. If not one thing, then another. He must not have felt that he fit those ideals either. He couldnât win.
You worried that he simply liked you in a vain attempt to feel some level of control.
Crestfallen, his eyes wandered, then realized he couldnât because then he would be staring down your chest or at your thighs. He pretended that he wasnât looking and raised his head, saying the first thing that came to mind.
âI feel like I donât know you at all.â
It wasnât so much accusatory as it was a revelation.
You lowered your gaze and realized you were staring at his chest or his crotch. That was out of the question. You almost wished he would sit down next to you, but he was right. There was a moment where you considered brushing him off as you did with everyone else. Your eyes connected. As you stared into those dark brown orbs, your instincts taunted you, asking you want you were afraid of.
âThereâs nothing good to know,â you admitted. âBetter to keep things to myself.â
His expression told you he fucking hated that.
He looked up to the mirrors around the room. You could see he was still a bit creeped out by them and tried very hard not to say it. Your elderly landlord did often joke about how you were inviting spirits into your home with these old mirrors. You usually countered with they also symbolized fate, to which he guffawed and asked how many fates you needed.
Sometimes, it felt like you needed every chance you could get.
âI canât sleep in your bed,â he finally concluded, steeling himself.
âYour smokes are on my nightstand. So is my lighter.â
The door to the bedroom was partway open but Jungkook even didn���t look in that direction. His ears were slowly turning scarlet. He distracted himself with your statements. âWhat? Why?â He frowned. âI thought you threw âem away.â
You shrugged. âSeemed like a waste of money.â
He muttered under his breath. âYeah. Thatâs what they are.â He looked a little ashamed. Shook his head, trying to convince himself. âEven more reason not to go in there and be tempted.â He began to step around your legs, shooing you away with a gruff, âMove.â
You didnât move.
âYou hate my bed that much even though you want to get in it?â you quipped.
Jungkook started. âThatâsââ
You stood up abruptly.
It was so fast that he had no time to react. One moment you were sitting and the next you were standing right up to him with only a whisper of breath between your bodies, peering at his face. His hoodie fell off your shoulders and onto the cushions. His eyes widened, lips parting, and you witnessed him holding his breath as if that would somehow stop time.
Seconds that felt like hours ticked by.
You wondered how it would feel to be held by him.
âFine,â you whispered, staring into his eyes. âIâll get you a blanket and a pillow.â
And you walked around, letting him breathe again.
-
Being awake was torturous due to constantly fighting invasive thoughts. Being asleep was worse due to remaining imprisoned in those intrusive thoughts blended with uncontrolled imagination, which was your presumed explanation for your insomniac nights. Yeah. And people wondered why you kept to yourself. Such was being human, so once again you gave into the insanity of doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result because it could not be avoided.
Everyone had to sleep, after all.
And you woke up a few hours later, as predicted, wrenching yourself out of a dream you didnât want to be in, trying your best to remember none of it. You were used to it. Routine of the night, so to speak. That made it more annoying than anxiety-inducing. You laid on your back in relative silence, staring into the darkness of the ceiling and running your fingers over your sheets. A folded portion of the duvet was trapped under your left side and you impatiently yanked it out from under you, forgetting the images of betrayal in the wake of anotherâs selfishness.
For tonight, anyway.
There was a loud snore on the other side of your bedroom door, offending your ears at this late hour. You sat up. You had been a little surprised at Jungkook accepting your offer. Then again, everything was happening because of split decisions and obvious desires. And some logic. Just not much. You hadnât talked much after you handed him the extra pillow from your bed and a soft fuzzy blanket. There wasnât much to talk about, not to mention both of you were trying to pretend as if this wasnât happening. In movies and television shows, this would have gone in a whole different direction. In reality, it was a lot more awkward and untimely.
You glanced over to the nightstand that held his cigarettes and your lighter, barely making out the outlines of the items. Maybe his initial intention really was to come just to get them. Or maybe it was to put you in a compromising position or something like that. Neither of those things happened because neither of those things were who he was, only ideas of what he thought he could be, but he hadnât thought any of it through, so now he was snoring up a storm on your sofa without a care in the world.
Unlike you, it seemed like his sleep was solace rather than a battleground.
You tapped a finger against the bed and then sighed, pulling yourself out from under the duvet to grab a large t-shirt to pull over your head. Headed to the bedroom door and opened it quietly, slipping out to the kitchen accompanied by Jungkookâs noisy and uncoordinated nose symphony. He was facing the inside of the sofa but, unfortunately for you and fortunately for him, had powerful lungs. There wasnât much worry about rousing him. You opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water, hoping the cool liquid could refresh you somehow.
You faced the sink and took a few sips.
Was friendship even the correct word for what you and Jeon Jungkook had? It was more closeness from coincidence rather than a direct seeking out of the other. Closeness that became closer before either of you realized it, slowly losing all the people in between until only you and him were left. Maybe that was why he had a sort of fixation on you since everyone had distanced themselves for various reasons, relationships, careers, adventures. Then again, fixation seemed to be his defining feature.
You almost snorted, and would have if he wasnât sleeping on your couch.
But maybe not, as he had paradoxical, flighty tendencies too. Always influenced by someone or some media he consumed. You werenât without your own flaws, you knew. Deep thought and constant existential crisis didnât exactly make for good company. Sometimes it was better not to think so much, which was why you tried to fight your instinctive nature at times. You looked over to the mirrors on the living room walls, taking another drink. They were small, not very useful as a looking glass or for nitpicking an outfit before leaving. You had not been lying when you told Jungkook that you bought them to get over your hatred of them. There was a time when you hated seeing your reflection because the person in the mirror wasnât matching up with the person in your head.
Irrational, yes.
Reality was irrational.
You rested your ass against the bottom cabinets of your kitchen and sipped from the water bottle. You knew you werenât a good person since you had long given up aspiring for something great. Anyone worth anything aspired for something great. Not even failure was frowned upon the in the presence of a dream nowadays. You didnât understand why Jungkook was snoring in your apartment right now, why he cared if you got home in one piece, why he was trying so hard to quit smoking for someone like you who lived in irreverence. South Korea valued productivity, beauty, and giving away oneâs humanity for the cause. Not giving a fuck made you no better than the bottom of the barrel.
You couldnât answer what he so heavily hinted at because it just didnât make any sense.
Maybe he was just dumb.
Jungkook snored particularly loud and choked, throwing himself into a coughing fit.
You frowned and made your way over to him as he shrimped up and groaned, highly displeased and groggy from this turn of events. There was no obvious reaction to you approaching him. Either he didnât hear you or didnât register where he was.
You placed a hand on his shoulder.
âNrghâŚâ
âYou alright?â You kept your voice low, a level above a whisper. âWant some water?â
He said your name as if underwater. Muffled and out of it. You pulled your hand away as he turned over and sat up, squinting hard. âUh?â He was still wearing his tank top which was now wrinkled around his waist. The top of his chest glistened with sweat. He probably usually slept shirtless and didnât do so to be polite.
You held out the plastic bottle in your hand. âWater.â
He wasnât thinking straight because he grabbed the bottle from you without objection, as if he wholeheartedly accepted you were the cold-water fairy of his dreams. He drank without so much of a thank you and with his lips right against the opening, crushing the latter half of what was left in only a few seconds.
âUwahâŚ!â
He dropped his hand, breathing out hard. You glanced at your empty hand. Comtemplated on giving him a reality check of what he just did but instead decided to let it go.
âUh⌠Why are you awake?â he asked you blearily, becoming more awake by the second.
Some truths were better left unsaid for now. âGetting used to your snoring,â you mused, dropping your hand.
Jungkook seemed embarrassed. Looked from the water bottle to the coffee table behind your legs. The distance was too great for it to be casual. He clung onto it for emotional safety. âS-Sorry about that,â he mumbled, straightening his tank top and rubbing his neck.
âItâs probably a side effect of your smoking,â you commented.
He shot you an angry pout but there was no retort when you were right. âItâs probably my rhinitis,â he huffed. An uncomfortable, short silence.
Once again, both of you were reminded of a late-night call in the dead of night.
You held out your hand for the water bottle. After a moment, Jungkook handed it back. Apparently, it still hadnât occurred to him why it was half-empty. He seemed more curious about you being awake. You wondered that too. You gestured to the pillow.
âItâs not comfortable, is it?â
He followed your gesture and half-heartedly shrugged. âIâll be okay.â He shot you a look. âWorried about me?â His deep, sleepy voice sounded a lot cockier than he looked. He looked like a puppy that had just woken up after napping in a weird position. His black hair was sticking up every which way.
âIâm always worried about you,â you replied with a deadpan face.
His eyes widened.
You followed up with, âYouâre an idiot.â
That pissed Jungkook off. He reached up to smack you and you caught his hand in the air. That woke him up. But honestly you were losing sleep and energy fast. It made you catch his fingers at an odd angle, almost a caress, and you were too tired to care, sighing before backing away, slowly letting go of his hand. His fingertips slid over the inside of your wrist. You turned your back to him.
You headed to the kitchen and tossed the bottle in the proper recycling bin.
He called your name.
âWhat?â you grumpily replied, straightening.
âYouâre not wearing pantsâŚâ Jungkook reminded you.
You had to bend over to access the sorted trash. âLucky you.â
His tone became gruff. âDonât be so reckless in front of a guy.â
You half-turned and raised an eyebrow. He was still firmly seated on your sofa. âYou act like Iâm not standing in my kitchen next to my knives,â you pointed out, ticking your head in the direction of your knife block. âAlso, are you implying that youâre a trashy guy?â
âIâm not a trashy guy,â he snapped angrily.
âThen what do I have to be worried about?â You took the steps towards your bedroom door.
âI just donât like how you obviously have no interest in me,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, throwing himself down onto the sofa and turning his back to you.
You stopped in the doorway.
He was not provoking you. He sounded more like a kid that didnât get his way rather than an adult trying to reverse psychology you. His words were not meant to change your mind. Yet, all of a sudden, you began to wonder what the fuck you were dancing in this limbo for. All because you didnât want to be someoneâs reason for anything? Well, congratulations, you failed. You failed your dream of a pointless existence. Woohoo. You rolled your eyes to the sky and turned around.
He was still pill-bug-positioned when you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him from the cease in the sofa, lowering your head to hiss, âStop being a fucking brat.â
You expected him to tense up. His head jerked around and Jungkook stared at you. Wide-eyed, as if you had just pulled him out of a top hat by his ears. You glared, physically tired and tired of this shit, sliding your hand down his collarbone and cupping his chin, pulling him to better face you, tilting your head to narrow your eyes at him.
He sputtered. âW⌠What?â
âYou heard me,â you answered in a clipped tone. âGet up.â
âHuh?â
You let go of his chin and slapped his upper arm. âGet up.â
In a tangle of long limbs and bewilderment, you yanked him up by his forearm, snatching the pillow from under him. Dragged him and his twisted blanket skirt into your bedroom. You hadnât given him enough time to unravel himself. You let go of his forearm and slammed the pillow onto the empty right side of the bed, pointing rudely to the rumpled poof.
âLay down,â you ordered.
Jungkook waved his hands, panic rising in his gravelly voice. âI canâtââ
âI donât give a fuck,â you interrupted and marched behind him, shoving the small of his back. He got the hint after a short flailing about, shuffling towards the side of the bed before flopping onto the duvet like a caught tuna. He tried not to make eye contact, but you werenât looking anyway, too busy crossing over to the other side and slinking under the duvet.
He squeaked out an, âUmâŚâ
âShut up,â was your automatic grumble. âGo to sleep.â
He answered in a small voice. âBut⌠What if I snoreâŚ?â
âI know youâll snore,â you grunted, reaching to him and pinning his shoulder down. He was above the duvet, half-wrapped in the blanket you had given him earlier. You had noticed he was still wearing his gray sweatpants so he wasnât indecent. Not that it mattered. âIâll get used to it.â
âIâŚâ
You made a growling noise in warning, squinting at his face.
He gulped. âI just⌠Wanted to say thanksâŚâ
You let go of him and turned your back, firmly closing your eyes. Jungkook was right there. You had a queen-sized bed. Big enough, but not so big that he could pull himself far away from you. You could feel his presence. It wasnât a bad thing, though.
âYouâre welcome,â you mumbled curtly and didnât say any more.
-
When he opened the door, he looked disheveled and distractable, noisily chewing gum, jerking his head around your periphery as if he expected you to bring an entourage to shake him down. You stood at his doorstep, perturbed. His dark eyes flickered to you and nearly bulged out of his head.
âThe hell are you wearing?â Jeon Jungkook blurted without any formal or informal greeting.
You thought you would be used to it by now. It was becoming kind of funny, in a way. âThese are my work clothes,â you calmly explained. It was true that he hadnât seen you in a nice silk blouse and fitted pencil skirt before. Dark teal and jet black, respectively. âI have a job I go to.â
This was the logical answer but it was not exactly the answer Jungkook wanted. You could tell by the knitting of his brows, his still open mouth, and the way he was just staring at your hips instead of continuing the conversation. His black hair was sticking up in the back. As usual, he was wearing casual clothes. A big, light gray t-shirt and charcoal sweats.
You raised your hand and shut his jaw so you didnât have to view his half-chewed pink gum. âYouâre going to the gym, arenât you?â
It broke him out of his trance. He looked irritated, chewing again. More than that. He looked jittery. âYeah.â He seemed to be having a mental debate. You wanted no part of that. âI was about to drink a protein shake while waiting for you.â
âCool,â you said in an impassive tone that indicated you had no interest in protein shakes. You reached into your mid-size black leather bag and pulled out his black sweatpants, now clean and smelling of dryer sheet. âHere, then.â You lifted your head to hold them out.
Jungkook had abandoned his front door.
A muscle in your cheek twitched. His apartment was more modern, although about the same size as yours. Space was a luxury. The door was slowly closing without the aid of someone holding it. You smacked your palm against the light wood and pushed it open, your black heels clicking on the dark gray hardwood. Or was it vinyl? Hard to tell and you didnât care to inspect. The walls were bright cool white. His big black backpack was on the floor of the short entrance hall. It was slightly open. Black boxing gloves with yellow accents and white towels were shoved in there. You expected him to be messy but all of his sneakers were lined up against the wall. Could use a shoe rack, though.
Jungkook reappeared, gum-less this time, carrying a shake tumbler with a vanilla-colored substance in it, clanging it about with one hand and trying to be chill. As chill as a nonchalant freak-out would be.
He coughed and asked, casually, âYou go dressed like that to work?â
You werenât sure why he gave a shit about what you were wearing. âPerks of an administrative desk job. Dress code.â You waved the rolled-up sweatpants in his direction. âTake these.â
He gave you a suspicious look as if you were the one to decide societal expectations for female office wear. âWho are you trying to impress?â
âThe HR department,â you replied, deadpan. âIâd get fired if I showed up to work dressed like you.â
He nodded, agreeing but not convinced. âWhat if someone hits on you?â
âI set them on fire.â
Jungkook gawked at you.
You dropped your outstretched arm and clicked your tongue. âI donât do anything. No one is allowed to date a co-worker and Iâm not interested in any of them,â you explained. If only he knew that you sat alone in a cramped office and reviewed budgeting for university laboratories so no one was heedlessly using government funding. It was thrilling stuff. âWhy do you care if someone hits on me?â
His eyes narrowed. âOf course, I care. I donât want some asshole harassing you.â Before you could tell him to look in the mirror, he muttered, âDo you really think you wonât get hurt looking that hot?â
The real answer was that you didnât care.
You tossed his sweatpants onto his backpack while saying, âWorkplace harassment is very serious. I doubt my superiors want a scandal. Youâre right. Iâm considered attractive, so they want to keep me as a model employee and for gender equality points.â
âWhat about the train?â Jungkook pressed, stepping closer.
You almost rolled your eyes. âThe subway is always shitty. Everybody knows that,â you said. âIâve been taking the subway since high school. Iâm pretty good at spotting psycho now.â You looked up at him with contained venom. âI can take care of myself.â
âI know that,â he snapped, placing his protein shake on the floor before confronting you again. âI just donât like it.â He glared back.
You raised an eyebrow. âYou donât like that I can take care of myself?â
âNo,â Jungkook stubbornly repeated. Frustration crept into his features. âIt makes me mad.â
One look at his face and it was obvious what he was implying. There was no reason to give in, though. âThat sucks.â You patted the top of his chest condescendingly. âMaybe you need to see a therapist for that.â
He jerked his head towards the mound on his backpack. âTake the pants back and put them on.â
You wondered if he was being this way because he had paranoia or because he had nothing better to do. âNo,â you refused. You crossed your arms. âDonât be this way only for yourself. Plus, I just washed them.â
Like an ox, he didnât relent. âThen Iâll get you a different pair.â
You noticed you didnât smell the scent of smoke on him. Not strong or faint. It was obvious he didnât smoke in his apartment, but he probably did at the roof of the complex or somewhere similar. You didnât know him to be a heavy smoker, but it inevitably got onto his belongings. You tilted your head. There hadnât been any smell that night a couple weeks ago when he slept over at your apartment where you had eventually forced him to snore on the bed.
You had woken up to Jungkook sprawled out, snoring into the pillow and one arm on your tits.
Explained your dream where you felt annoying pressure on your chest. That morning had been rather uneventful other than waking him up and kicking him out of your apartment. You had the decency to be more polite than that, but neither of you were in a state to talk about it. Neither of you seemed to be morning people. You simply told him you had work. He had mumbled he did too, and he had to race out to get ready in time. Only now had you found time to stop by his apartment to return his borrowed sweatpants. Maybe you had been avoiding it a little bit. Texts between you both were sparse. Asking for his address and asking if heâd be home. You peered into his dark eyes. Jungkook paused. He seemed to sense that you werenât walling him anymore.
âWhen was the last time you smoked?â You made sure not to sound accusatory.
He started. âUhâŚâ He looked sheepish. âIâve been trying to last a month at leastâŚâ He gestured behind him to what you assumed was the kitchen. You could see part of his living room from here but not much. His couch was cognac brown leather. âBeen chewing gum and going to the gym a bunch to fight the cravings.â Frowned and sighed. âItâs hard,â Jungkook bitterly muttered. He glared. âBet youâre loving this.â
Unluckily for him, you werenât intimidated by puppy growls. You nodded, noncommittal, and looked down. His charcoal sweatpants looked soft. Worn in with wear. Your eyes flickered back up. His followed with slight confusion etching into his expression. You held his gaze until you felt his discomfort.
And then you made an impulsive, instinctive decision.
âIâll agree to borrowing another pair of your pants,â you finally said. He looked relieved. âAs long as I get to pick which pair.â
He seemed puzzled but shrugged. âSure?â
You pressed for confirmation. âAgree or not?â
âYeah, sure,â Jungkook responded sharply. âWhat, you that desperate to raid my closet or something? Go ahead, then.â He waved a careless hand into the apartment.
But you stayed where you were. You stepped forward with a click of your heels. He stepped back in his house slippers, bewildered but still defiant, not yet realizing that you were not herding him further inside. He moved as if to let you lead the way, except you turned your body to block him, watching his every move.
His shoulder blades hit the wall.
Those big brown eyes blinked slowly. âUhâŚâ
You glanced down and then back up at his face.
Jungkookâs eyes tracked your movement. Didnât get it. You repeated the dip of your chin and lashes, then back up. Dead silence. It slowly dawned onto him. You cocked your head, removing your crossed arms as his eyes became wider.
âW⌠WhatâŚ?â
You didnât let him hide his reaction, tracking every quiver of his lip and awkward chuckle. âTheyâre clean, arenât they?â you asked as if it was the most sensible question in the world.
âUh, well, yeah, b-butâŚâ Jungkook stuttered, trying to decipher how serious you were or if he was even understanding the implications of your stare. âT-ThatâsâŚâ
You backed up a step. âThen itâs a no?â you offered. âAnd you will stop trying to white knight my outfit choices?â You made yourself clear. âI wonât be changing them simply because you hate my clothes.â
His eyes narrowed. âI donât hate your clothes. I like them. That is the problem,â he barked.
You gave him a blank look.
Jungkook sighed out of his nose before looking away and saying in a clipped tone, âFine. Iâll change. Whatever.â
You moved before he could, blocking his way again.
He growled under his breath, glaring down. âWhat?â
You held aggressive eye contact. âWeâre behind closed doors,â you reminded him. Gave him the pointed up-and-down. âGo on.â
Slight panic laced into his expression. âUh⌠Are you serious?â
You already knew Jungkook wasnât commenting on your fashion because he thought it was inappropriate. It was for the same innocuous reason that you were asking him for the charcoal sweatpants he was wearing right now. Well. Demanding.
âDeadly,â you answered him with a deadly smile.
He might be bigger and stronger than you, but he lacked the imposing audacity. You waited. He didnât move. Ten full seconds passed. You had your answer, then. You gave him a curt nod and readjusted your grip on your work bag, about to turn away.
A strong hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you back.
You backtracked to stand in front of him again. His eyes darted about somewhat nervously. âI get itâŚâ he mumbled, still holding onto your wrist. His other hand was drifting down. He seemed uncomfortable but not in a bad way, which struck you as odd. He lifted the hem of his shirt a bit. It caught on the front tie of the sweatpants. The tips of his ears were pink. Jungkook hooked a thumb under the waistband and averted his eyes.
You reached forward and pulled on the end of the looped strings.
He nearly yelped and jerked back, causing the tie to come unraveled. You had leaned over a little to get access. Lifted your gaze to look up at his shocked face. He was speechless. You didnât straighten up yet. Just stared into his eyes. His lips parted but no words came out.
You smiled.
He uneasily let go of your wrist. You backed out of his personal space. Jungkook gave you a strange look and stripped off his pants with a swift tug downwards, bending a knee to kick them up and into his hand, immediately holding them in front of his body.
âHere.â
He thrust the balled-up sweats into your chest. You looked at it. Then at him. Then tried to crane your head downwards.
âH-Hey!â
He waved wildly. You stumbled. He tried to catch you without dropping anything. Your hand came up to press against his chest, causing him to back against the wall again, clutching his pants in front of his crotch. You paused and searched his expression as you pulled back your hand. He was in between conflicted and stunned. His legs were quite defined. At least he didnât skip leg day. You decided to do it. Lowered your bag to the floor so you had use of your two hands. You reached behind you for the invisible zipper of your skirt and pulled it down. Jungkook seemed to be in a perpetual state of silence. You had to wiggle slightly to free yourself of the tube of black fabric, stepping out of it primly before standing back up, leaving you in your sheer black stockings and with your blouse barely skimming the tops of your thighs.
Now both of you were holding your bottoms. One of you was simply dumbstruck. The other folded and rolled up the skirt, tucking it into your elbow, and stepped up to him. Immediately, his free hand shot up, planting right above your left breast, dark tattoos stark against his tan skin from the overhead light.
âW-Whoa, waitâŚ!â
You tilted your head and rested your hand on the sweatpants he was now desperately clutching to his lower body. You tugged. He did not let go. You raised an eyebrow and began to lower your head. His fingertips hooked under your chin and yanked you back up to his terrified expression of wild eyes and fish mouth. You remained emotionless, giving him nothing. His cheeks flushed pink.
âI⌠I just need a secondââ
You closed more of the distance, placing a leg in between his slightly open ones. His grip on your chin tightened. It didnât scare you in the slightest. In contrast, big bad Jungkook looked like he was about to sink into the floor. You stilled. Maybe this was too far.
You leaned back a little but didnât remove your leg. âA second for what?â
He swallowed hard, averting his gaze again. âU-Uh, j-j-just a s-second to breathe⌠thatâs all,â he muttered.
âWhatâs the issue?â you calmly inquired.
âN-Nothing,â and that sounded like a whole lot of something.
You shifted your leg and your stocking-covered shin rubbed against his calf. Jungkook made a very strange noise and hastily pulled his hand back. You did not stop the contact. You simply watched the emotions play across his features as he shut his eyes, wordlessly mouthing swears before clenching his jaw and sliding up the wall to delicately back up.
âYou sure itâs nothing?â Twice as unassuming and immediately tipping him off that you were aware of his predicament.
His brows furrowed. âShut up.â He took in several deep breaths.
You hummed. âIs it that big of a deal?â
âYes, it is,â Jungkook hissed. He cracked open one eye. âHave you no sense of danger?â
You did your best not to smile. Failed, but only just. âNot with you.â
Relief and annoyance washed over him. âShut up,â he said again and you were beginning to realize he did not really mean for you to shut up. âUgh.â He thrust the charcoal ball of fabric into your chest. âHere. Put it on.â
âNo longer embarrassed?â you asked, catching a glimpse of his partial erection.
Jungkook pointedly looked away from you and stared at his own front door. âIâm not embarrassed. Put the pants on, damnnit. I canât look at you.â
âSure, you can,â you quipped as you slipped on his sweatpants. âIâm sure youâve checked me out at some point.â
He sucked in the side of his cheek sharply. âItâs not the same. And, besidesâŚâ He trailed off.
You smoothed out the front and tightened the strings. Jungkook reluctantly brought his gaze back to you, checking you out. You tugged your blouse out of the pants a bit to give the two disharmonious pieces more balance. You filled out the top of his pants a bit more because of your ass. The whole ensemble was a little odd, but only if one looked too closely.
He frowned. âWhy do you look good?â
âItâs the heels,â you absentmindedly replied. âBesides, what?â
For a moment, you thought Jungkook wasnât going to respond. But then his eyes raised, locking to yours determinedly. âIf I can make it to a month, thenâŚâ He faltered before regaining his composure. âNo, I will make it to a month. And all the rest. But when you see how serious I am, then⌠Then I want you to seriously consider me.â
Now it was your turn to avert your eyes. You didnât say anything for a few seconds. Guilt settled as you realized that he was more intuitive than you gave him credit for. But you came back to him, eventually. His dark brown orbs lit up as you spoke.
âSure.â
-
In a surprising turn of events, Jeon Jungkook actually greeted you with a breathless, âHey,â for once when you answered his call, only to follow that up with, âThe fuckinâ gym is closed, fuck.â
You blinked at your phone, put it on speaker, and tucked it into one of your upper kitchen cabinets to prop it up. It was not a video call. However, your hands were currently occupied. âIâm sorry,â you replied dryly, turning down the vent fan.
âUgh, I really needed it today,â he grumbled, mostly at himself rather than at you. You heard the sounds of traffic and the white noise of wind. âAnd itâs cold tonight, hmph.â
You mentally calculated the day as you picked up the plate and tongs again. âWhy was it closed? Itâs not a holiday as far as I know.â
âI dunno. Note on the door said family emergency, so I guess Iâll find out later from the manager,â he said absentmindedly. It was a bit weird that Jungkook was treating this like small talk when he almost never called. You werenât sure what you were supposed to do or say about his predicament, so you began to place the slices of meat onto the hot pan, which immediately began loudly sizzling with popping oil. It must have picked up on the microphone. You heard a startled noise and then, âWhatchu doing?â
âMaking dinner. And meal prepping at the same time, since Iâm already cooking,â you replied, nudging the slices to fit all the meat in. Hm. Wouldnât be the first time. Hm.
âWhat are you making?â He was sounding a bit too eager.
âBraised vegetables and pan-fried samgyeopsal,â you answered, reminding yourself to check under the lid. The bok choy and enoki mushrooms were just barely done. You quickly removed it from the heat before returning it the sizzling pork belly.
âUgh.â He sounded jealous. âIâm jealous.â Guess he was. You found yourself smiling and quickly stopped, lightly adding a little flaky salt before starting the process of turning them over. You might die from a heart attack but not without a full belly of pork belly. âYouâve made me hungry. Maybe Iâll go get some ice cream.â
You mused. âGym closed, so ice cream on a cool night is the solution?â The edges of pork belly were becoming that sweet golden caramel. Your kitchen was becoming decadently fragrant.
âThis night is shit, anyway,â Jungkook complained. âIâd come over but youâd kick me out.â
You paused at his words. Then you busied yourself with taking the plate to the sink while raising your voice so he could hear you. âI didnât kick you out last time.â
There was a short muteness that your both mutually agreed on before he sighed dramatically. âFine, fine. Iâll go home without the ice cream.â
You tutted. âIâm not the food police. Go get your ice cream if you want to.â You began to portion out the vegetables into the glass tupperware that you had already lined up.
âNah,â he muttered. He really enjoyed this seesaw, huh. To be honest, you didnât mind it. Maybe calling it fun too out of line, but. âI shouldnât go into the convenience store, anyway. I donât wanna break my streak.â
Only stubbornness could solidify self-restraint, it seemed. You checked the pork belly. It was done, so you turned off the fire and began to plate up your soon-to-be and future meals. Took less time because you had boiled the samgyeopsal first to keep the meat tender, removed it before it was completely cooked through, sliced it, and then pan-fried to completion. You plated the last of the vegetables, added the final helping of pork belly, and drizzled a bit of soybean paste on top. A small part of you wanted to take a photo and send it to Jungkook. Rub it in, perhaps. You picked up your phone and opened the camera app.
âHey.â
âUh?â
You filled the photo space with a close-up shot of your simple meal and sent it to him. âCheck your messages.â
There was a scuffle and Jungkook grunted before gasping and then bringing his phone back to his ear. âHey, fuck you.â
You couldnât help it. You laughed.
âMan⌠You suck.â He didnât know the half of it. He was mumbling a tantrum on the street. âUgh, now Iâm so hungry... And mad. Iâm mad at you.â
In between tee-hees and bites of your dinner, you placed your phone onto the counter. âIf you buy me lunch, Iâll let you have one of mine,â you joked. Mmm, the meat was cooked just right. You mentally patted yourself on the back.
âNo⌠I canât do that,â he grumbled, taking your joke seriously. He scoffed. âInstead, Iâll bring a steak and make you cook it for me.â
âSteak?â You considered his suggestion. âSure, I can cook steak.â
âHah, see, you wonât â waitâŚâ You heard a sputter and what sounded like a tumble. Or maybe the beginnings of one caught in the middle. He did have good reflexes. âO⌠Oh.â He sounded winded. âI thought you were⌠Thought you were gonna refuse.â
You nibbled on some delicious enoki mushroom. âWhy?â You knew full well why. Just wanted to make him squirm. Also, him thinking you couldnât cook a steak annoyed you. As if you didnât know the value of medium rare. Hmph.
âA-Ah⌠Well.â He coughed and promptly changed the subject as embarrassed people do. âAre you eating right now?â
âMhm,â you hummed. âItâs very tasty. I did a good job.â
You could him suck in an inhale of childish disappointment. âIâm suffering here.â
âNo one is asking you to.â
âHmmmm, I donât like this.â And yet he stayed on the line. It sounded like he was jogging the streets. Maybe trying to arrive home faster and keep his body temperature up.
You imagined it. Then you told yourself to stop that. âDo you have something to eat at home?â
âThereâs probably something,â Jungkook puffed. âProbably not as good, but Iâve got freezer stuff. I can cook, though,â he insisted.
You hadnât questioned it. But you did now. âHm, really?â You half-smiled in between bites of bok choy.
âYes, really.â Very adamant. âSomeday,â he added, in the tone of someday proving it.
You remembered the last time he was in your kitchen. The last time he was in your apartment. You looked down to the cropped black t-shirt and the familiar charcoal sweatpants you were wearing. The scene was set. Still, it didnât clarify how to feel about it. Answers were usually simple. Believing them was a different story. He called your name. Without thinking, you answered right away.
âMhm?â
âIâm home,â Jungkook grunted.
Maybe you supposed to pop confetti. You let it go and asked, âLess angry about your lack of gym time?â
âNot really.â But he did sound less stressed somehow. Maybe it was the cardio of the jog. âI guess I gotta find something to eat now. Lemme put you on speaker.â
The number of times he could have hung up increased. And yet he hadnât done so yet. You were almost finished eating. You could have ended the call right now. Said you were busy and done your chores without further distraction. It just didnât feel right. That said enough. Well, at the very least, you thought you should accompany him on his food adventure.
He exclaimed loudly. âAh! I found some corn ice cream at the bottom of my freezer! Nice!â
Your palm made contact with your forehead. âI guess you must be the godsâ lucky one,â you mused, mopping up your last bite. Time to clear the kitchen. Sad.
âYou know it,â he cheered.
You heard him ripping open the plastic with gusto. Would have sounded cocky if it wasnât for his barely audible happy noises. You began to tidy up the kitchen to distract yourself. Putting away spices, collecting the various cooking utensils into the sink, wiping down counters, putting the lids on the now cooled-down meals. You stacked them in the fridge. You didnât try to hide what you were doing but, then again, Jungkook was seemingly too mesmerized by his ice cream to speak. Amidst your domestic tasks, you saw the parallels of being in the same place in your respective apartments, both together and apart at the same time with only a thread of technology connecting each other, and you glanced at your phone screen, wondering if he had hung up on you. The call was still active.
Such a mundane existence.
And yet.
You stood by your sink, the washing up the last to do, and you abandoned it to stand by your phone. It seemed so⌠annoying to have simple enjoyments taken away by complicated thoughts. Maybe there was a better word for it. But that wasnât the point. The point was that you were listening to Jungkook enjoying his small happiness of the day and wondered if he intentionally or unintentionally shared it with you. Wondered if the intention even mattered in the face of what was.
You broke the relative silence. âWhen do you want me to cook that steak for you?â
The faint sound of licking lips. He must have scooted closer to his phone, because the volume of his words was louder than the sounds from earlier. ���UhâŚâ You waited. âI think my one month of no cigarettes is coming up soon. Maybe thenâŚ?â He trailed off awkwardly.
The crumpled pack was still on your nightstand next to your lighter. You hadnât touched either. They were collectively collecting dust. You opened your mouth, reconsidered, and then said what was on your mind.
âI never hated you just because you smoked.â
Maybe it was better that you couldnât see each other. âYeah, butâŚâ He let out a breath. âIt was the reason why you didnât want to be around me.â
You couldnât deny it.
âI get it, though,â Jungkook muttered softly. âI didnât really want to be around myself either. Maybe I havenât had any great failures, but⌠That means I havenât had a chance to grow from hardships. Coasting, sort of. I need to push myself to be better, because Iâm definitely not where Iâm supposed to be.â
Your eyes raised which caused you to realize you had dipped your head. You wondered who put those thoughts in his head, but the answer was all around you. In the subtext of conversation of strangers, friends, family.
âItâs weird,â he continued, maybe forgetting you could hear him slurp in between words or because his ice cream was rapidly melting. âI was talking to a friend about you and he asked me if you ever needed anything from me, ever.â He sucked in a breath. âTch. I kinda hate that, but also it made me realize⌠Isnât that the most natural Iâve ever been with anyone? No expectations⌠Maybe even negative.â He laughed a little, and you could imagine him shaking his head. âIs this how you want to spend your life? No. I want to be someone that you might need someday.â
You didnât say anything about him talking about you to other people. It was slightly funny of him to think of you as an enigma when you felt that you were so simple, really. Maybe that made you the root of his complicated thoughts. Maybe not. He was right in that you did your best to not depend on others, even going out of you way to not need others. Not expecting anything from them to not be disappointed. You didnât see that changing anytime soon, but, an exception?
All rules had them.
âIâm looking forward to making you that steak,â you chuckled. âI need to finish up the dishes, so Iâll let you go. For now.â
âA-AhâŚâ Jungkook cleared his throat. âOkay. S⌠See ya.â
You half-smiled. Even though he couldnât see it, you were sure that he could hear it in your tone. âYou will,â and you ended the call.
-
You found a small package addressed to you in your mailbox. No return address, no postage, but it had relatively neat handwriting that seemed familiar somehow. You tucked the soliciting letters under your arm as you re-locked your postage box. The packaging was brown paper. You turned it over in your hand.
For your collection. Jeon Jungkook.
You almost snorted. He could have. But he didnât. You suddenly felt odd, so you quickly walked back to your apartment, shouldering your mail and your work bag, fitting the small package into your palm. The mail room was on the ground floor. You went up the flights of stairs to the far-left unit. Unlocked your front door and went in, using your shoulder to push it open.
You closed the door behind you before you opened the brown-paper wrapped parcel.
The outside packaging unfurled. Tissue paper and a bit of foam. Something told you he didnât pack this. This was the work of the elderly who sold it to him. Smooth steel. But you felt something on the side against your palm. You turned the disc around. It was one of those snap-close clay art mirrors. The kind delicately handmade by a practiced artisanâs hands. You ran your finger over it, entranced by the ridges and matte texture. The focal point was the gradient of orange depicting tiger lilies. The background was black, making the small imagery stand out.
Tiger lilies, huh.
You opened the pocket mirror and saw your bewildered expression staring back at you. Your initial compulsion was to look away. Your intrusive thoughts interrupted, asking you if you really hated what you saw. You looked and your reflection looked back. You lifted the mirror slightly, inspecting your makeup. You barely wore any to just barely get away with it at work. It still looked good.
You half-smiled.
âYouâre so fucking full of it, Jeon Jungkook,â you chuckled, tucking the mirror into the pocket of your work bag before going about the rest of your night.
-
He was quite excited for steak day until you made him speechless.
âU-uh, hey! Ahem. Hey. I have the steaks. You didnât say if I should bring vegetables, so I also got cabbage, carrots, shitake mushrooms, I didnât know, I guessed, sorry, and I can help cook if you need someone to watch the vegetables while, uh, I can chop or clean or anything at all⌠um, why are you dressed like t-thatâŚ?â
If it was his plan to greet cool, calm, and collected, he failed. You opened your apartment door to gum-chewing, wide-eyed, rambling Jeon Jungkook wearing a baggy but heavyweight white button-up and dark blue jeans with white contrast stitching. Black belt with a bright gold buckle. The hem of the jeans draped well over his black laced boots. His black leather jacket was jammed in the crook of his elbow with the groceries. His jacket had silver zippers, which didnât match his belt. The button-up was done all the way up to his neck, which didnât suit him.
You let him go on his rant and tried not to smile.
The situation was not exactly funny. It was obvious that he was out-of-sorts by the frantic way he was gnawing on his gum like his life depended on it. You had to wait for him to take a breath. He was too far gone in his speech for you to interrupt him. You almost dared to call it adorable. Didnât because that wasnât part of your image even though clearly Jungkook had completely broke the image he wanted to craft for himself over his entire time of knowing you. For his sake, you pretended nothing was amiss. You simply took the groceries from his hands while saying, âChange of plans.â
His jaw was slack. You could see the pink wad of gum stuck to his molars. Lovely. âE-Eh?â
You noticed his black hair looked a little messy and windswept. It was longer now, too, giving him an unintentional rockstar vibe. Thankfully his brain was too preoccupied with being unable to catch up to the moment to notice you noticing him. You backed up into your apartment to place the bags on your kitchen counter, busying yourself with putting everything into your refrigerator.
âI want to take you somewhere,â you said to the shelves of your fridge, clearing out space. Oh, wow. He really did buy high-grade steak. Two of them. And a giant head of cabbage. âI donât like carrots,â you commented. âBut Iâll make them for you and you can take home the rest.â
He sputtered with the elegance of a caught bluefin tuna. âOh, sorry, I didnât â T-Take me somewhere?â
In the middle of placing the last thing, the bundle of carrots, into the fridge, you said it.
âYes. I want to take you on a date.â
To be honest, you werenât sure if it would come out as confidently as you heard yourself, but there was no going back now. You had debated before this day had come, turning over the tiger lily pocket mirror in your hand at night. Debated if the unwillingness was worth it and decided it wasnât. You werenât sure if Jungkook was thinking the same thing you were, but then he showed up. Over-dressed. Vibrating with nervous energy. Talking too fast. One look at him and you knew. You could think you had all the time in the world, but it wasnât true. You turned around to see Jungkookâs dumbfounded expression at the entrance of your apartment and you knew.
Despite never believing in anything and thinking everything was going to shit, well, you might as well go down with a feeling of a life well-lived.
âA d⌠dateâŚ?â
You closed the door of your refrigerator. âA date. Youâve heard of those, havenât you?â
He looked like he hadnât. âI⌠uh⌠Yes?â You had meant the light jab to bring Jungkook back to Earth but both of you were currently stuck on cloud nine. âIs that why youâŚ?â His hand raised and made a vague gesture.
Your own hand raised to smooth back your hair from your bare shoulder. âAh. Yes.â Since your closet was mostly made up of comfy, work, and concert outfits â in that order â that amount of classy date pieces were slightly nonexistent. You had one black dress made of a slinky soft ribbed texture that was what you ended up wearing. It reached the floor, which suited the night climate of this time of year. The rest of it was quite sexy, though. The fabric made the dress cling to and accentuate your curves. The straight neckline and thin straps were maybe too flattering. Jungkookâs eyes were certainly wandering to the general area of your collarbones. You usually wore this dress in a very specific way, which you intended to do so tonight, but it couldnât hurt to let him admire.
Yeah.
Admire was definitely the word.
Just like how you were letting him admire you walking up to him, sending him into a mild panic, knowing exactly what you were doing but trying not to think about it, instead focusing on what had been bugging you ever since you had seen it. âThis⌠Iâm sorry, but this doesnât suit you,â you muttered, unfastening the first few buttons of the shirt and shaking it out to a more relaxed collar. He smelled good. Oh, wow, he smelled very good. Bergamot and cedarwood, it seemed. âIt looked too stuffy.â You noticed the thin gold chain underneath. Oh. Perhaps the unintentional mixing of gold and silver was intentional after all. You righted the chain so it was more visible, his warm skin under your cool fingertips, and maybe you were imagining it or was that a shiver between you and him at the contact?
Your hands awkwardly hovered over his chest.
It was hard to look up but you made yourself do it.
Jungkook seemed startled but at the very least thawed from the initial shock. âO-Oh, butâŚâ Surely he was not staring at your cleavage. Surely. You might have put it right in his line of vision, but, surely. He cleared his throat awkwardly. âItâs c-cold outside. At leastâŚâ
It was certainly an exaggeration to call it slow-motion, and yet somehow that was the only way to describe it because now you were the one frozen in extended seconds as he tumbled his leather jacket into his palm, grabbing it by the collar and lifting it up, up and to his left hand, flaring it out with a loud flap before draping worn-in warmth over your shoulders. The sudden weight caused you to tilt forward lightly. Your open palms pressed against his chest to steady yourself. His hands stayed on your shoulders. Both of you were staring at each other for too long.
At least no one was here to record it.
He spoke first. âI, uh, I took a lot of my clothes to professional cleaners,â Jungkook said quietly. âSince⌠It gives me a good reason to not⌠It cost a lot.â His ears were probably as red as yours.
You inhaled, raising your chest, and noticed how new the leather smelled despite him owning it for a while now. Your faint smile was now inevitable. âI really appreciate it,â and you did. He didnât have to, and he did.
The light in his eyes must have been your imagination. âR⌠Really?â Or maybe not. He was breathless and there was no obvious cause for it.
Never in wildest dreams and insomniac nights and daytime silence full of running thoughts could you have created this present time where you felt that you saw him and he saw you. From all the gray haze moments of the past to those bright uncertain days of small happiness in the future, you knew you could do it alone, but, for once, it seemed unbearable to do so.
You leaned up and kissed him.
Your eyes had closed as you tilted your head to close the distance. Maybe you should have considered seeing his surprise. Maybe you were too nervous to. It was only a simple press of lips-to-lips. Still, you found respite. A strange tingle shot through you as you felt Jungkook kiss you back. Somehow, you felt his relief of you taking charge of a moment that he had wanted to happen for a long time.
After a savored moment, both of you broke apart.
Afraid to overstep. Slightly shocked that that just happened. You snuck a peek. It was impossible to not call him adorable and thankfully you were too high off the moment to say anything. He caught your eye. You let him, gracing him a coy curve of your lips.
His cheeks bloomed pink. âY-You⌠You wanna wear my jacket?â
You lightly shook your head, reaching up to touch the back of his hand. âYouâll be cold. I was going to wear a sweater over my dress,â you explained. His expression fell a little bit despite your logic. âBut I wanted to wait to see what colors you were wearing so that I could choose something that pairs well. It would be nice to match somewhat, right?â Immediately Jungkook perked up again.
It was just a damn hot pot date. Why were you both grinning like idiots? The world never did make any sense, hmph.
-
In spite of best efforts, you dozed off on his shoulder.
Dinner had been a little bit awkward. Not so awkward it was unpleasant, but enough where you had to pull yourself together to bring him back to his usual self. You wore a fluffy, thick, cropped white sweater over your black dress, giving you some much needed warmth for the cool night and giving Jungkook back his sanity. Then you took it away by hooking your arm into his, holding onto him as you both rode the train in thoughtless silence. The hot pot restaurant had newly opened and was packed with curious customers. In a stroke of luck, the host managed to find seating due to your small party size. After a brief explanation, you made a beeline for the lineup of ingredients. It had taken a mountain of vegetables, shrimp, and fishcakes on a plate to break Jungkook out of his trance.
âW-Woah! You eat that much?â
You had tilted your head. âWeâre sharing. Duh.â
A flash of annoyance. âHow do you know what I like to eat?â
âWhat donât you like to eat?â you countered.
Jungkook puffed a cheek. âThatâs not the point!â
It wasnât the most deep of conversations. Still, it did bring you both some peace to know that you hadnât lost what you already had. There was always that fear and it was good to know that the fear was unfounded.
âI only want one egg.â
He spoke over you, âToo bad, youâre getting two,â using one hand to crack another to poach in your boiling bone broth. You made a face at him as you mixed minced onions and garlic into your chili oil, sesame oil, and soy sauce combination. He waved a third egg at you threateningly. You were adversely terrified. He became distracted by your concoction. âLet me try.â
âNo. Iâll make you your own.â
âWeâre sharing.â
âThere are limits,â and you promptly walked off to do just that. For his credit, he didnât snatch your hard work. Might have been because his food wasnât finished cooking yet. Semantics. âItâs my treat, by the way.â
Irrtation was going to permanently furrow his brows if he wasnât careful. âI donât need your charity. Besides, youâre hurting my pride as a man.â
You cried for him. âBoo hoo.â Sarcastically.
âYouâre not paying.â
âYou wanna fight?â
His dark eyes narrowed. âKinda if you keep this up.â
You pretended to lift your sweater.
Jungkook almost threw himself over the two boiling pots of broth. âGah! What do you think youâre doing?!â He tried not to yell, hissing low between his teeth. âYouâre crazy!â
âPutting you in your place,â you answered dryly.
His expression was between flabbergasted and aghast. âD-Donât do that!â
Not the deepest of conversations. You smiled. He noticed, and looked away quickly, his ears turning pink as he busied himself ordering plates of meat. It wasnât that you didnât want to cook the steaks like you had originally promised. It would have made a great first date, even. And yet. Yet, you didnât want to, because for some reason following the original plan felt symbolic of something ending instead of a beginning. You were confident in your cooking, and still the possibility of even the slightest failure made it so that you couldnât relax. Maybe it was selfish to drag out a promise. Nothing about Jungkookâs demeanor indicated he was against it, though.
âWhat?â
You blinked, realizing you had zoned out in his direction. âNothing. JustâŚâ He frowned. You almost wanted to ask him if he was disappointed by this turn of events. He was already shoving a plateful of thinly-sliced flat iron steak into his hot pot. âJust realized weâre only here now because of a cigarette and a lighter.â
His eyes cast downward. âIâm sorââ he began.
âWho knew a bad decision could turn into such a good one.â
Jungkook snapped his head back up, surprised. You gave him an impassive expression complete with a raised eyebrow. The corners of his lips tugged upwards. He tried to hide it. He wasnât as good at it as you were.
âYeah. I guessâŚâ
He sounded a little too happy for that lukewarm response. You reached into your bag, pulling out a pocket mirror to needlessly check your makeup. He noticed the tiger lilies nestled in your palm and positively beamed. You did your best to wipe your stupid smile off your face and clipped it closed to resume the meal. The rest of the dinner was similar. Well, largely focused on how many plates of shabu-shabu meat both of you could consume to make the restaurant regret seating you. At the very least, Jungkook had been impressed with your gall.
Points gained there, heh.
So, now, in spite of best efforts, Jungkook leaned his head against yours and dozed off with you on your sofa, curled up under the same blanket he had used to sleep over some nights ago. Sleep came a little too easily with full bellies. He had asked if he could sit down for a bit before heading back to his place. Because, you know, it wasnât good if he became drowsy while driving his motorcycle. You had shrugged, casually, turning on your television to whatever late-night show was on to provide some form of mild entertainment. Distraction, really, so neither of you felt pressure to talk.
Turned out, falling asleep told you more than any conversation.
It might have been the food. The comfort of the blanket. Someone familiar being there. Whatever the cause, the stars aligned and you knew what it meant. One instance of sleep arriving quickly did not mean that you would never have a restless night again. It did not mean everything was different. But it did mean that what was already there wasnât a lie. You thought you had done enough to spite him, but best efforts were useless in a wake of loud, hard-headed, brash Jeon Jungkook. It shouldnât work. You were reclusive, blunt, guarded. An unfathomable match, and yet you could never seem to shake him. Apparently his fondness for you was so strong that continued meetings were inevitable. The prospect of the next time had become a regular instance. Monotone days were suddenly saturated with unexpected melodies. You kept telling yourself there was nothing else better to do than to put up with his antics.
There had been no real reason for you to believe that he would change.
He just did so he could define his own ideal of worthy.
Unconsciously, Jungkook was sinking into the cease of the sofa, into dreamlessness, taking you down with him into the cushions. You dozed practically on top of him, unknowingly nestling into his waning embrace. If you had your wits about yourself, you might have given him more conspicuous space, but he was so warm that you forgot that you didnât typically like physical touch. Or maybe you didnât mind as much because you knew deep down that he liked it. It was a small sacrifice for his happiness. Something like that. Ah. Right. Anyway, eventually you awoke to no-context ruckus on the television screen. Annoyed, you pawed for the remote on the coffee table and blindly turned it off. You wouldnât have even bothered to open your eyes except for the fact that you were clearly on top on Jungkook, oh, and so you blinked slowly, line of vision shifting, realizing he wasnât asleep.
He was pretending to be.
You placed a hand on his chest. One of his eyes cracked open. You raised an eyebrow. He almost jumped out of his skin. Probably not expecting you to be staring at him.
âWere you watching?â you asked.
âN-Not reallyâŚâ Discomfort laced into his expression. âUm⌠Youâre on my left knee a little weird.â
You shifted quickly. âSorry.â
Relief. âNo, uh, I fucked it up a bit while boxing a couple days ago,â Jungkook sighed. You could feel his inhale through your hand on his chest that you still hadnât removed. âThink I hit it at a weird angle.â
You pointed out the obvious. âYouâre not supposed to use your legs in boxing.â
He sent you the gift of a classic eye-roll complete with the bow of a scowl. âI lost my balance and fell.â
You calm expression didnât change as you added, âBad knees are the first sign of aging.â
His dark eyes narrowed into slits. âYouââ
And proceeded to grab you by the waist. You shot up instinctively, straddling his hips, and your hand on his chest slid up. His eye went wide. He froze. You froze, realizing what you were doing. His hands were loosely around your waist with his fingers flaring out over the top of your ass. You moved your hand, resting it on his shoulder. Not on the offensive but on edge. You did your best to hold his gaze while in the precarious position. He immediately apologized.
âS-Sorry.â
âNo, ahâŚâ You shook your head. âIâm sorry.â You shouldnât have moved to choke him out just because he was horsing around yet it was hard to really know with men these days. Still, thinking of Jungkook in that way after everything he had done for you was unfair. âIâm too used to having to protect myself.â
There was a sea of regret in those dark brown orbs. âI wasnât going toâŚâ Hurt you, and that part was obvious. He frowned, realizing your reaction and words said what needed to be said without saying it. âI promise. Iâm not like that.â
You stared into his eyes. âI know,â and you did.
His expression became determined. âNo, really.â He frowned. âI canât helpââ
You cut him off. âIs that why you have a hard-on right now?â
Dead.
Silence.
The cushions of your sofa were old, causing your knees to sink in further due to the prolonged concentrated points of pressure. You looked down. He looked up. Nobody moved. You had thought about it. Maybe. Not in any deep sense so as to not set any unrealistic expectations. He had very clearly thought about it if the rising tent of your dress in between your legs was any indication. You werenât able to fully sit down on his crotch due to space constraints, but, even with jeans on, the distance down there was dwindling.
In short, Jungkook was obviously packinâ.
You raised your eyebrows. He grimaced. He was trying not to stare at your thighs spread over him or how easily your waist fit in his hands. âListen⌠Uh.â Brave of him to break the silence. âI⌠Iâm not a disgraceful kinda guy, okay? I wasnât planning anything. And Iâm seriously serious.â His voice deepened as his eyes darted about. âSerious aboutâŚâ His gaze lifted, navigating to yours.
Your lips parted, understanding him perfectly well.
However, your dress was stretching too uncomfortably. Distracted, you broke eye contact, reaching down to yank the hem from under your knee while extending your other leg to the ground to maintain balance. The fabric bunched up to your hips, draping over his lower body. You felt the friction of his jeans against your bare inner thighs. Then, you felt the friction in his jeans pressing up in between your legs.
Well.
That would be the expected result, huh.
Jungkook was beside himself. âW-W-What are you doââ
You raised your head. He stiffened. Everywhere. He was still holding you by the waist. Time was moving too fast and too slow at the same time, much like whatever this was. You made eye contact, diving into those wide eyes, searching for something to be afraid of. The scariest thing about all this was how readily he matched up with your intent to cross all the lines.
âDo you wanna kiss me?â you asked him.
His voice quivered. More out of poorly contained excitement rather than anxiousness.
âAre you crazy? Of course I wanna fuckinâ kiss you.â
There was no good reason for care-about-nothing you and caring-too-much Jeon Jungkook should match up well, and yet perhaps that was precisely the reason these puzzle pieces fit together. He lifted his torso from the sofa far too easily, meeting you halfway. With one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on his chest, your lips brushed against his. Inhale, and his warm citrusy cologne mixed with his natural scent filled your lungs. He tilted his head, closing the distance. There was no pressure of a good first kiss as it was already over with. He pulled you closer.
A kiss was not particularly special, but everything about him was.
Terrifying.
As the saying went, you felt the fear and did it anyway.
Lips to lips, electric. Your fingertips gliding over his skin, spreading the button placket before descending, unraveling him like a flower, your tongue tracing the edge of his lips. His breath hitched. His hands on your waist tighter, turning, and you adjusted accordingly, letting him sit back against the sofa with you on his lap. His fingers slid under your sweater, fanning over your back like unraveling petals as you unbuttoned his shirt, drinking in his gasps. Sinking deeper. He tugged your sweater upwards and you released him for a moment to lift your arms, arching your spine, shedding the white onto the floor. His hands on the small of your back lifted you in return, and you arrived to the view of his own white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders, revealing tan skin and his hard work at the gym.
Your eyes trailed upwards and Jungkook hesitantly smiled, uncertain of what you were thinking.
You dipped your head and licked up his chest.
âWhoa, whaâaah, f-fuckâŚâ
Perhaps this was a strange thought but you felt this compulsion to taste his skin. You pushed his head back and crossed his neck with kisses. Teeth. Tongue. You felt his fingertips press into your back, his hips rise, a moan bubble up in his chest. He tried to speak between gasps, his hands sliding down to your ass as you licked up to his jaw, intoxicated by the taste of his skin.
âI didnât r-realize⌠o-ohâŚâ
You flicked his earrings with the tip of your tongue, dissipating your breath so it was whisper soft against his jaw. âDeep down, you knew there was more under this surface,â you murmured and as you said it you thought of black water but the reality was reflected all over the walls, in small snapshots of mirrors from older and modern times. Yes, a mirror was the more apt imagery. Your tongue coiled around his ear, whispering his name low and slow. âYou donât like it?â
âI didnât think you were crazyâŚâ Jungkook gasped. He pressed you down onto his lap, hiking your dress up further. An exhale drifted past your ear. âI didnât say I didnât l-like itâŚâ
With a single finger, you turned his head to face you. Half-moon eyes hazy with lust. He ticked his head, putting on the bad boy front you always knew was a front, and you rocked your hips against his to create the rhythm. He sucked in a breath, your name on the tip of his tongue, and you placed your lips against his temple to ensure that he could feel every word as much as he could hear it.
âNo matter who came before you, I hope you outmatch them all.â
He viewed you from his periphery.
You smiled in a dangerous way.
There was the briefest moment where he mirrored your smirk and then he lowered his head, catching you off guard with his lips against your pulse. By instinct, your fingers laced into his black hair, tilting your head to give him more access. Your eyes wandered among the walls. In smoked glass. In craved frames. From every angle, snapshots of Jungkook kissing down your neck and you pulling the straps of your dress aside, pressing his head downwards. His lips over your collarbones created an intricate network of pinpointed pleasure, blossoming, overlapping, your nerves singing. You hooked a finger down the center of the neckline, dragging it to a risquĂŠ level. His warm breath washed over your skin.
Anticipation on a knifeâs edge.
You gazed down through the shadows of your lashes. He was watching you through his own. Wondering without words. So many times Jungkook had asked for a light to ignite his addiction. You saw the writing on the wall before he did.
You tugged the top of your dress downward.
âFuckâŚâ
You fanned your hands over your ribs pushing your bare breasts upward. Little did he know there was a shelf bra in the dress. Probably didnât care. He clenched his jaw and frowned slightly, his cock throbbing from below. You could feel it because you were sitting on it.
âItâs annoying that you know how hot you are. Stop knowing how to act hot too.â
You wondered if he ever looked in a mirror. âThatâs rich coming from a guy that works out to make his chest big.â
He pressed his lips together before grumbling, âSoâŚ?â
You lifted you body and put your tits right in front of his face. He tried to throw you off as his lips made contact, but then was immediately distracted with the taste, running his tongue over your nipple with a moan. Strong hands on your waist again. Your own hand slid down the crown of his head, sliding in between the collar of his shirt and his shoulder muscles, caressing them as you felt sparks from his light sucking. He kissed across your chest to access the other and you breathed out, electric and erotic, your nails turning inward.
His groan was gravelly, rough from pleasure.
âUgh, fuck, scratch me.â
You dug your nails inward and he whined into your chest, sucking harder, flicking his tongue against your nipple. You moaned to the ceiling, arching your back, and now both of your hands were on his shoulders, creating a crisscross pattern of pink under his shirt collar. There was no rhyme or reason, only instinct. Jungkook growled, taking a swift moment to yank his arms out of his shirt before pawing at your hands to explore more, touch more, repaying you with divine lips and tongue. Either he liked pain or he loved pain. Hm. You had your opinions but you kept them to yourself.
You laced your fingers into his hair, arching your back. He extended his tongue and instead of him licking upwards, you curved your body downwards, only losing contact when it was physically impossible. You lowered your head slowly. Your tongue traced your lips. He was breathing in shallow, perfumed breaths tainted with your taste. Pupils dilated. Under the influence.
You stared into his dark eyes. âYou can still stop.â
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. âYeah, right. I was in it before you were.â
He wasnât wrong. Time moved too fast and too slow at the same time. You slid off his lap, gripping the side of your dress and pushing them down your hips. He rose, entranced, and you backed up, out of the way of the coffee table. In the room of mirrors â the living room â clothes began to slide to the floor one by one. Your tousling of his black hair had made it gone rogue, draping over his eyes as he tugged the back of his shirt out of his pants and let it fall. You took another step back while reaching forward, pulling apart his belt buckle. He glanced down as he was tugged forward. With one eye on you, he pulled the strap from the pin. You held the buckle. Pulled. He guided the black leather to smooth exit. For a few moments, you had him by the leash of his belt, dragging him into the bedroom.
Wouldnât be the first time.
From the look on his face, he remembered.
You held onto the belt after it made its escape, twirling it around in your hand. Jungkookâs dark eyes narrowed. âDonât.â You didnât say anything and that was more alarming. âDo not even think about it,â he warned, his tone becoming lower, gruff. You smiled. You flicked your wrist and he halted.
You coiled the black leather around your thigh.
Tightened it by crossing the ends.
Oh, he was looking now.
âDonât what?â you taunted, turning as you reached the end of the bed. Instead of lifting your knee to the edge of the mattress, you gripped the crossed straps of his belt and hoisted your leg upwards, adding a little bounce of your ass as you looked over your shoulder.
He didnât expect the showmanship. His mouth squeaked out an, âAre you serious?â
Muscles, tattoos, and he still didnât know what to do with all that. Your other hand grazed the curve of your ass to the hem of your seamless panties, hooking a finger over the edge and tugging it towards the center dip.
âOkay, fuck, youâre gonna make me bust in my damn jeans,â Jungkook muttered, looking annoyed at the tent in his pants. His hand was already undoing the button. You smiled, releasing your leg, walking over to the nightstand by the bed. The box of unused cigarettes was still there along with your lighter. You only glanced at them, dropping his belt to the side and opening the drawer, pulling out a string of condoms.
Turned around and Jungkook shot you a disbelieving look with his cock sticking out of his pants. Still in his boxer briefs, so obviously hard that he was past the open zipper. You didnât back down, approaching him with his death sentence dangling from your fingers.
He tried not to seem flustered. âYouâre busy, huh?â
You stopped in front of him, tilting in your head. âBusy waiting for you to make a move.â
He sucked the inside of his cheek. âTch. Am I supposed to believe that?â
âYou tell me.â
You sat down on the bed, placing the condoms within easy reach. Crossed your legs. Stared into his eyes, daring him to believe that you were lying. You saw bite his lip. Looking you up and down, so you did the same, watching him shove his jeans down further. You ticked your head.
âOr maybe just donât fall for my tricks, hm?â
And you fell back onto the bed, lifting your legs, reaching under. Put your weight on your shoulders while you hooked your fingers onto the sides of your panties, pulling up, up, slipping one leg out. Then the other. Flicked your wrist and sent it flying. Then you spread your legs to reveal his stunned face.
You pulled a condom oof the line and held it out to him.
He looked uneasy, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them away. âUh⌠You sure?â He tried to sound calm but his voice was shaking. He was trying to flip it on you.
You smiled. Casually. âI give you permission to find out.â
This did not ease Jungkookâs worries. He was too busy to staring at your pussy to formulate any more sentences, though. He took the condom from your hand, pushing down his black underwear. You looked. He saw you look. Confirmed that he didnât work out because he was lacking in his pants, that was for sure. Your gaze went back to his face. He didnât know what to think about your reaction, because you purposefully didnât have one.
Instead of speaking, you reached down in between your legs and spread your wet lips.
Lowering your lashes. Slow smirk. Jungkook sucked in a breath and ripped open the condom. His underwear was sliding down his legs, but you were too busy being fixated on the way his arms moved, carefully rolling down the condom as he watched your fingertips trace your slit, drawing circles around your clit. The heat turned into wetness. He moved closer. You curled a leg around his hip. He put a hand on your thigh, positioning himself over you. Made eye contact. You looked back curiously, spreading the upper lips of your slick pussy.
He slid the bottom of the slick head against your clit and made you both moan from the contact.
Rubbed, slowly. Your insides throbbed with need. The lubrication made it even better. You pulled your hand back and tipped your hips upwards, and then he slid in. He gasped, his inhale catching in his throat. The hand on your leg tensed. You pressed your calf into his ass, pushing him deeper.
âF-Fuck, whatââ
Your expression must have indicated that you were going to shove him in yourself, because Jungkook took one panicked glance at your face and thrust in, loudly swearing. He shut his eyes but you caught a peek of them rolling upwards as you dreamily sighed from the feeling of fullness, squeezing all around to feel more, the pressure becoming pleasure.
âYou can move.â Just in case he wasnât sure.
âShut up,â Jungkook snapped back, shifting his hand to grab your thigh, yanking you into his crotch. He cut off his own moan by clenching his jaw. You smiled. Sweetly. He glared as viciously as he could, which wasnât much, and thrust hard enough to make you both gasp. He was resisting from commenting about your tightness. âStop smirking at me like that.â
You tested fate.
âMake me.â
The light was playing tricks. Or maybe his hair was casting shadows over his darkened gaze. Or perhaps this was possession of passion that made him lean down. Locked gazes. He covered your mouth with his free hand. You let him, waiting to see where this would go. He began to move. Slow, deep, building the heat between your joined bodies. Staring into your eyes, and you stared back, clenching your core to increase the unfurling bliss, so damn good, watching his lashes lower, his lips parting, heated breath drifting out like invisible smoke. You raised your hips to meet him, moaning into his palm. He bit the edge of his lower lip, the tiny mole centered underneath suddenly visible.
Your tongue traced his fingers, dripping saliva.
He spread them, entranced by the way you thrust your wet muscle in time with his hips, coiling towards the small finger tattoos you knew he had. Jungkook swore under his breath, gripping your thigh harder, but he wasnât reaching the force you both craved. With reluctance, he removed his hand from your open mouth, watching the charming curl of your tongue disappearing in between your lips before gripping your other hip with his wet hand, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You reached back and grabbed fistfuls of your duvet, bracing yourself with an open-mouthed smirk.
He thrust hard and you rose to meet him. Both of you cried out at the radiating smack of force between bodies. Nothing for show. Just pure raw lust, chasing the high, giving into the lust. Heat into tension. Your back arched. He pulled you to him. You squeezed him all around. With each loud slap you felt pleasure ripple through your body, making your breasts bounce to his rhythm, and you let out a soft moan, sensing the ripple turning into a cascade, your insides tightening, closing your eyes once the vicious throb overtook your hips, drowning in orgasm.
âOh, fuckââ
Jungkook didnât even get to choke out his surprise before his own orgasm hit him. You felt his fingers dig in, snapping your bodies together. His drawn-out groan became the sonata to the punctuated sensation of inescapable euphoria. Wet. Hot. You gasped at a jolt of ecstasy rattling in your ribs. You felt his cock jerk inside you as his hold on you lessened, switching to kneading your thighs. Your brain was so hazy that his touch seemed to amplify the addictive heat, your legs closing in, keeping him in place.
âCouldâve⌠fuckinâ warned meâŚâ
He panted hard, squeezing your ass roughly. You didnât care. It was hard to when his slip to his Busan dialect was so attractive. You reveled in the bliss for a moment longer before lowering your legs, realizing the source of the heat was Jungkook whose body seemed to be ten thousand degrees. He pushed back his hair, revealing his glistening brow and cheekbones. Gasping for breath. He pulled out before stripping off the condom with a hiss.
âWhat am I supposed to do withââ
You sat up, using your elbows to lift your body. It was harder than you thought because the aftermath of tension had left a residual tremble throughout your nerves, but you ignored it, living on determination alone. Jungkook started, not expecting you to move so quickly. You didnât give him time to react, reaching down between your bodies.
âA-Ah, donâtâŚ!â
He stuttered, gasped, then moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. Slippery. Hot. Covered in lube and cum and now your fingers wrapping around his length, finding him half-hard. You gave him almost no pressure but all contact, glossing over the shaft until his cock swelled in your hand, ghosting over the head with your palm. He bit back a yelp, not yet opening his eyes, almost whining. His reaction drove you, sliding forward a bit to the very edge of the mattress. He held his breath. Snuck a peek. You angled your body to expose more of your inner thigh and lifted him.
His eyes widened.
You sandwiched his cock in between your palm and your inner thigh, sliding your body back and forth to stimulate him. He inhaled sharply, shooting you a look of indignation, and yet his hips began moving anyway. You gradually increased the pressure. His head tipped back, groaning to the ceiling, becoming harder and harder with each stroke.
You reached over to the condoms and held them out.
Jungkook lowered his head. âSeriously?â
You lifted your hand from his pulsing, wet cock. âSaying you donât want to?â
âI didnât say that,â he retorted.
You pulled one off. He handed you the used condom. There was maybe a second and then he gave back the empty foil wrapper in which you tucked the used one into, folding it carefully so there was no spillage. It wouldnât take long, anyway.
Part of you wanted to say that, but you held your tongue.
Hands on the back of your thighs, lifting your legs. Jungkook pinned your knees to your chest and slid back in, lowly growling, âHow the fuck are you so tight,â but you were too enveloped in the sensations, wet and hard and your inner muscles closing in, molding to the shaft. The swollen head hit that depth you could really feel, and you sighed, lifting your hips. His hands slid off your legs and hit the bed, sandwiching you in between the bed and his hard chest.
Your eyes locked with Jungkookâs.
It was intense, rough, carnal. You forgot your surroundings, clutching the duvet and his tattooed forearm, matching each slap of your bodies with a breathless gasp, your calves on his shoulders, his erratic breath melting into shuddering moans. You were moving up the bed little by little from the force. Your name slipped from his lips. Your pussy clenched involuntarily and then the rapid thunderous pulse overtook your senses. He lasted a little longer this time after your orgasm, but not much longer, succumbing to the vicious call, burying his entire length inside you and gritting his teeth to muffle his moan in his chest.
It should have ended there.
You could barely breathe. Suffocating from your own thighs. After an erotic, elated eternity, Jungkook lifted his upper body, gasping apologies. You could barely hear them, orgasm still ringing in your ears, having to relax your muscles one by one. The bed was a mess. Duvet bunched up. Condom wrappers garnishing the ground. Clothes all over the floor. Your legs crossed, sliding down. Jungkook was standing somehow and you could tell that even he thought that was a miracle. He offered a hand. You took it, letting him shakily pull you up to your feet.
His breath washed over your cheek.
You looked up at him. His dark orbs shifted towards you. Waning. You tilted your head. Half-moons. Lips to lips. You drank in his exhale, kissing him deeply. Still electrified. Hands all over, igniting fire over skin. His lower body bumped up against your thigh. Slippery hardness pressing into softness. The scent of sex clung between you and him. You reached down. Touching him. Stroking his cock with your fingertips while kissing him. You felt his hand snake between your legs, sliding two fingers into you. One by one, your fingers closed in. He stroked your clit before thrusting his fingers back in, swallowing your moan into his throat. You began to slide your hand up and down. The combination of lube and cum delivered that delicious friction that he was looking for. At this point, the fervor was so intense that the pace was fierce, fast, a contest of who could get each other off faster while in lip-lock.
You shoved your tongue into his mouth.
Jungkook sucked on it, pushing a third finger into your soaked pussy, all the way up to his knuckles. You welcomed it, working his entire length, jacking him off tight and harsh, and all of a sudden he let go if your tongue, gasping with a pinched moan, his hips jerking forward. Hot spurts of milky white shot down your inner thigh. Not much, but definitely enough to witness and feel. Something inside you snapped and you had to grab his shoulder to avoid falling over, your nails digging in a halo as your pussy spasmed, sucking in his fingers with a wet squelch, your legs snapping closed to extend the feeling. Breathless moan against his ear. You leaned against him with your juices leaking down your legs and sticking to his fingers.
Delicious.
Satisfyingly ragged. Blood pumping. Both of your bodies burning, or at least yours was and his chest was alarmingly sweaty. You slowly untangled your hands from each other but they lingered low, suddenly realizing how much needed to be cleaned up.
âUhâŚâ Jungkook panted. âIâll helpâŚâ
He better. âYeah. We should, hah, clean up.â Your tongue traced your lips. âThen sleep.â
âI didnât bring clothes,â he mumbled distractedly.
You lifted yourself from his shoulder. âI still have your sweatpants,â you reminded him.
His dark eyes slid towards you. He tried to frown. His eyes were too eager and sparkly for that. âOh. YeahâŚâ
âYou can go home if you want,â you offered while naked and with his cum sticking to your thigh.
He sucked on the inside of his cheek sharply. âYou canât say sleep over and then take it back.â
âThen take it in the first place.â
âI was gonna,â Jungkook snapped, and grabbed your arm, pulling you in for another kiss.
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âDid you mean it?â
The room was relatively clean now. The trash was appropriately in the trash. The clothes had been lumped into an ambiguous pile on your dresser. Teeth had been brushed. You had set aside a spare toothbrush for his use only. Seemed appropriate. He was not wearing his sweatpants. Turned out that was not his preferred way to sleep. It wasnât yours either. He was only in his boxer briefs and you were only in your panties. Your bodies were now minus each otherâs bodily fluids.
âMean what?â
You tried to yank the duvet into a more acceptable orientation before climbing in. After a pause, Jungkook lifted the other side and tried his best to settle in.
âThat you were waiting for me to make a move.â
Tried his best because he seemed to be distracted by the conversation. You adjusted your pillow and nestled in a section of the duvet that was not that close but not too far away either. It was a king-sized one for a queen bed. Plenty of sharable coverage. You didnât interfere with his routine and he didnât with yours. You took the time to think.
âHm.â It wasnât wholly true after all. âI didnât know if you were going to make a move or not.â He snorted under his breath but you ignored it to finish speaking. âAfter the first time you stayed over⌠It was more that I figured being prepared was better than not being prepared.â
âThatâsâŚâ He sounded uneasy.
âI canât live hoping for something that might or might not happen,â you said without facing him.
He seemed annoyed. âWhy not?â
You pointed out the obvious. âI donât think you should change your life only to appeal to me. You should do it for yourself.â
âWell, I did,â Jungkook grumbled. He cocooned himself in a good chunk of your duvet. That was the tell of a blanket stealer. You would have to keep an eye on him. âI quit for you. It was always you. Itâs happened already, so accept it.â
âYou shouldnât have done that.â
He grunted. âJust like how I shouldnât have started smoking in the first place. Guess thatâs the kind of shitty guy I am.â
Silence.
He wasnât facing you. You were looking up at the ceiling. Closed your eyes because there werenât any promises up there. The promises were always next to you. He seemed cold, but you knew better. He didnât know how to be a cold person. He tried his best and it was a constant failure.
âArenât you happy you broke that people-pleasing of yours?â you asked softly.
There was a short, reluctant pause before he muttered, âYouâre a butt.â
You burst out laughing. Big, muscly, tattooed man curled up in bed with you retorting with a childâs insult was too funny. Jungkook growled, rolling over to shake your shoulder with contained fury. You kept laughing even when he gave up and took the pillow out from under him, repeatedly bopping your torso and legs with it. There was no strength behind it. Plenty of salt, though. You opened your eyes mid-snicker and looked over to him. His arm was extended over to you. His black hair was all over the place. He shook his head like a Doberman and scrunched up his face. Frowning. On the verge of a pout, really. He could have looked madder. He would never make it as an actor. Your laughter died out.
âYou were gonna totally back off if I didnât have condoms?â you teased.
He looked exasperated. âSeriously? Iâm not some untrained dog who hasnât eaten in days! You⌠Thereâs plenty of other choices we have! Iâm a good guy!â
You smiled. âI know.â
He immediately stopped protesting. It was as if all the fight drained out of him. There was a whole universe in those big dark brown eyes. And then it occurred to you that, back then, Jungkook could never quite meet your eyes even though he was always looking your way. Every day came with a dark night. He would ask you, got a light, and you would hold up the flame, shining light into those dark eyes when he used to lean in.
It was strange, then, to see the light that was there when now his eyes locked with yours.
No lighter required.
âYou really tried to pass off as a bad guy. Almost fooled me, even.â
His eyes narrowed into slits. âUgh, fuck you.â
âYou did,â you quipped.
Jungkook flung the pillow behind him and scooted alarmingly close. You instinctively tried to move out of the way but there was no more bed to escape to. His strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and dragged you back to him, threatening you with, âShut up. Iâm hugging you.â
You failed to listen. Classic. âI didnât ask to be hugged.â
There was a foreign tingling feeling that raced all over your skin. Not from the physical closeness, but from the other kind of closeness. You felt your shoulder bump against his firm chest. He even threw his leg over your hip and yanked your legs closer, cocooning you with his frame. You almost thought he was trying to extend the night.
Instead, he simply latched onto you like a barnacle.
âI donât care. Iâm a bad guy. Hmph.â
Quiet.
You placed your hand on his forearm just under your breasts. This was going to become very hot and sweaty in the long run. But you let it be. You didnât want to let go either, even though you werenât exactly doing the holding on. You used your other hand to drag the duvet back up under your chin. He didnât stop you. You felt him squeeze you a little tighter once you were comfortable, as if to confirm. You patted his arm.
âYour hand is too hot,â he complained in a mumble by your ear.
âThat sucks,â you said and didnât move it. He didnât try to shrug you off either. âIâll make your steak tomorrow.â
He pretended to gnaw on your shoulder. âWe canât have steak for breakfast.â
âWhy not? Weâre adults.â
âThat isnât what adults do.â
âThen I give up on being an adult.â
âMe too,â he huffed. He perched his chin by your head. âAlright, Iâm down.â
You debated on telling him. Telling him why you purchased the lighter in the first place. Even before him, it constantly stayed in your pocket. It only came out on the darkest nights when the insomnia was the worst. A flame and a human life followed the same trajectory. At night was when the flame danced the brightest. You would watch the flame dance. Contemplated. Extinguished it. You even did your due diligence of refilling it when it was low. When Jeon Jungkook appeared in your life, you ignited the flame for him without much thought. That was, after all, the intended use the lighter. It made sense to use it as such. You found yourself reaching for it less because, well, what if you ran into him? He would always ask and you would always provide. When he had handed you his barely-used pack and said he was done, you too gradually began to leave the lighter behind. The two objects had begun to collect dust night after night. Untouched. Originally your lighter wasnât for him, and yet.
That small flame had led him to you.
The universe planned well.
âHey, Jungkook?â
âUuh?â He sounded very sleepy and not quite conscious.
âMy lighter was for you, after all.â
âMmmmâŚâ He nestled closer and squeezed your arm. âThatâs good.â
You smiled as he drifted off to sleep. He still snored, although less intensely. His grip on you relaxed but was no less meaningful. Slowly, the exhaustion caught up to you, and you went willingly, following Jeon Jungkookâs path to dreams. You would have to get used to this new routine of the night.
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