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hwanchaesong · 3 years ago

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“I Knew You Were Trouble”

👤: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung ft. Choi San

📼: I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift

genre & warnings: angst, smut, threesome (?), voyeurism, cursing, degredation, praising, mentions of blood, implied kidnapping, vampire au

word count: i did not count lmao, maybe around 1k or 2k

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Wooyoung's eyes squinted when he saw you laugh at something that San said, hitting him in his arms and blushing when the man tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

He used his supersonic hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation, anger boiling in his blood when he heard what you are talking about.

"I'm excited for our date tomorrow."

What is that? No no no, he will not allow any crap of a date, not in his watch.

Ever since he saw you at that party one night, wearing the typical church girl outfit and feeling out of place in an environment filled with alcohol and sweaty bodies, he knew that he had to get you.

The beast within him is roaring with the need to take you in his possession.

He remembered walking towards you confidently, a dangerous smirk in his lips and lust behind his eyes, which all went down the drain when you rejected all his advances.

He was pissed to say the least, especially when your eyes lit up when you saw the taller, dimpled man in the crowd.

You find that bastard hotter than him?

Absolute bullshit.

He won't take any loss, not used to the fact that a lowly human like you can resist his alluring, undead charisma.

That is when the battle started, him doing everything just to get you to fall for him but it never worked against you.

The main reason? Of course it's Choi motherfucking San.

How can he make you see that the man you're so hopelessly in love with isn't what you really think he is?

Plan brewing up inside his head as a devilish smile forms in his face, ready to cause a storm that will provoke chaos in your supposedly peaceful life.

Your unaware self is skipping merrily down the road, kicking pebbles occasionally, giddy at the thought of going on your first date with your first love.

A sudden gush of wind rolls around in the area, closing your eyes to avoid any dust from entering it, an ominous feeling rising within your chest when you realize that someone is breathing down in your neck.

Goosebumps raised on your skin when an eerily familiar voice spoke from behind you, the very same one that flirted and threatened you when you did not allow him to get under your pants.

"All alone, princess?"

You were still for a few seconds, and when you finally had it in you to run away from him, you found yourself pinned on the cold, hard ground.

"Escaping? I don't think so babe."

His grin got wider when you thrashed around and yelled for help.

"Cute." he leaned down, your noses almost touching and his breath ghosting your lips, "No one's around to come and help you," he chuckled darkly, head going downwards to lick a strip of your skin, "you're all mine, princess."

A hot and wet mouth latched itself on your neck, a stinging sensation following afterwards, it was painful yet pleasurable.

What is happening?

"So sweet." he murmured, lifting his head and staring right at you, blood on his lips and his eyes flashing red for a moment, what gave away his identity is the pearly, white fangs he bared at you.

Vampire.

A mischievous being that lurks around in the dark, waiting for their prey to come and attacks when the clouds cover the moon.

Aren't they supposed to be a mythical creature, something that the elders made up just to scare children at night for them to sleep early?

"We're not, we are so real and of them is here, right in the flesh for you, baby." he replied to the question that crossed through your brain, a sinister expression on his face as he pointed towards his temple, "Telekinesis."

He can even read your thoughts, there really is no way out of this.

He nodded his head, agreeing with you while his hand slithered underneath your shirt, palm resting atop your breast.

"Please don't." you wanted to fight him off badly, but you can't, his body weight restraining you in your place.

Relief floods your nerves when you felt him remove his hand from your chest, that doesn't last long when he started to get rid of your clothes.

Feisty, one of your qualities that he likes but right now it's annoying so much that he has to use his powers on you.

"Don't move."

You felt all your muscles tense, becoming involuntary, "You are now under my command my doll, so be a good girl and behave before I do something that you might regret."

He continued to remove everything from you, leaving you cold and defenseless under his hungry gaze.

Just then, footsteps echoed throughout the empty place, a sliver of hope in your heart that someone will be able to see the blasphemy that has been done to you.

"I thought I told you not to touch what belongs to me, Wooyoung."

That voice, could it be?

"San!" you yelped, eyes focusing on him as he steps in a bit closer to inspect the scene.

"Yours?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, standing up from where he was kneeling at, "As far as I know, you still haven't marked her yet." he quipped back, making the taller man scoff.

"I was about to, tomorrow is the d-day, until you ruined everything."

Why are they communicating like they've known each other for a long time?

You want them to stop, words flying back and forth like you aren't there, speaking like you are a piece of meat that they've decided to share and eat.

"What are you talking about?" you weakly asked them, San looking at you with a bored look that you're not used to.

"I'm disappointed, Y/N." he mumbled, "I really thought I'd have a great time with you but," he let out a sigh, glancing up to look at the other man, "you just let him get you like this."

Wooyoung scornfully pushed San away, "Get out of here, you're not needed here."

He crouched down at your level, spreading your legs wide open for him to see, his thumbs spreading your lips down there that is already glistening under the moonlight.

"Fuck, look at her, I haven't done much but touch her and she's already soaked." he commented, his forefinger gathering your juices before putting it inside his mouth, humming in delight when his buds tingled with your saccharine taste.

San rolled his eyes, sitting over in the grass and leaning against a tree, "Go get it then, if I see that she's not enjoying it though," a cheshire smile forming in his face, eyes flashing the same hue as Wooyoung's just a while ago, "I'll have the honor of doing her."

The man above you clicked his tongue, "As if." he muttered under his breath.

That was the last thing you knew before pleasure runs up on your veins, fogging your rationality as you let out a loud moan.

"Now that's my good girl." Wooyoung said, briefly pulling back to praise you, "I want you to open your eyes princess, look at me while I eat you out."

You didn't know why you followed him, maybe because you got infatuated with the trouble that he brought, or maybe it's the way he got you all worked up.

Making eye contact with him, pupils dilated, watching him dive into you, his mouth doing wonders, ranging from kitten licks to full on making out with your heat.

His tongue went inside your hole and you felt his muscles move along your wet walls, unconsciously clenching around him when his thumb moved to draw circles in your clit.

"I'm close, please I-" you let out a loud gasp when his mouth nibbled harshly on your bundle of nerves.

"Cum princess." he stated, plunging two fingers in you, stilling inside and continuously curling, hitting your sweet spot until you reached your first orgasm. Your head falling back and eyes closing due to the sheer rapture that is flowing within your whole being.

"Stop!" you whined when he didn't stop his movements, overstimulating you to the point that tears are already running down your cheeks.

"She's crying." San commented from the side, making Wooyoung look up a little, pausing his ministrations.

"She deserved that, I told her to look at me and she closed her damn eyes instead."

He was about to go back down on you but San went and spoke again.

"This is getting boring, fuck her already."

The younger of the two snarled, "You say that, but the bulge in your pants says otherwise."

He then started to shed his clothes one by one, revealing his amazing muscles and that sculpted chest of his, your eyes gawking at the ethereal sight.

"See," he said, mock lacing his voice, "if only you're not a stubborn brat then you could've get a glimpse of this earlier."

He used all his strength to flip you, body facing downwards as you supported yourself using your knees and hands.

"Let him watch while I make a mess out of you."

You are now facing San, and you can clearly see him palming his boner through his pants, a weary look on his face.

It's weird how you still find him hot in situations like this, your attention completely on him that you missed the rustling sound from behind you.

Reality hits you when you feel something poke on your cunt, warm breath tickling your ear, "Show him what you've got princess."

After Wooyoung's last statement, he entered you without any warning. One swift thrust, filling you to the hilt that elicits a moan out of you.

Large. Thick.

He stretched you out so well that you can feel even the protruding vein in his shaft, the tip hitting your cervix and you think it'll enter your uterus if he pushes more.

"Very nice, I want you to scream for me baby."

You weren't given the time to breathe nor comprehend his words, him already pounding into you brutally, pace relentless and unforgiving.

"S-slow down!"

Wooyoung couldn't help but jeer at your request, his hand gripping your hair, compelling you to raise your head as you yelped at his harsh treatment.

"You think you deserve that much mercy from me?"

His thrusts are becoming more animalistic than before, "I got you in a position where I could fuck you like a bitch. So take it like the slut you are."

His degrading words made you unintentionally tighten against him.

He let out a guttural moan when he felt your walls constrict, "You like being talked down to like that?"

Your mouth opened yet you couldn't reply to him, not when something, or more specifically, someone's dick is stuffed in your mouth.

"You talk too much." San interjected, swatting Wooyoung's hand from your hair and replacing it with his own.

"Don't worry baby girl, you don't have to respond to this midget, let's just put this pretty little mouth to good use, hm?"

He smiled at you brightly, like he's not doing horrendous things to you right now.

A particular harsh jolt from behind you caught your attention.

"Focus on me, princess." Wooyoung derided, railing into you further and angling his hips for a better chance of hitting your g-spot, which he definitely did that had you whimpering on the spot, the vibrations adding to San's pleasure.

"Just like that baby, you take me so well." a praise came out of San's lips, him rewarding you with a fierce tug on your hair.

You feel so filthy, both inside and out, not only because you let these men use you like this, but also because you enjoy what they are doing.

You feel euphoria burning on your lower abdomen in every jerk of Wooyoung's hips, his balls making contact with your skin every time he fills you in so deep.

San on the other hand was generous enough to grope your breasts, playing with your nipples as he violently fucks your mouth, not caring if you're choking or if you need oxygen.

Your whole body is on fire, balance created between the three of you.

Whenever Wooyoung rams from behind, you lean a bit forward to meet San's hip thrusts.

Both of your holes are effectively swallowing them, the desire to corrupt you even more is turning them into demons.

The whole sector was filled with the sounds of skins slapping and gagging, the occasional groans from the men inserted from the symphony every few seconds.

You were desperately trying to hold back your climax, but when Wooyoung's hand rubbed your sensitive button, you lost it.

A muffled loud cry was ripped out of your throat, indicating your orgasm.

"Oh shit, too tight." the man at the back exclaimed, warmth seeping as he emptied his self inside you.

Soon enough, the other man pulled out of your mouth and spurted his seed all over your face.

When they calm down from their high, they detached theirselves from you, and as tired as you are, you let yourself slump on the dirty ground.

Fatigue taking over your body and your vision turning black.

Before you get pulled into dreamland, you barely heard the snippet of what the men who violated you were talking about.

"She's such a catch."

"We should bring her home, our brothers' would also enjoy a taste of her."

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jkbabiey · 4 years ago

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𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 ⤇ 𝙹𝙹𝙺

Words: 4.7K

Genre: angst; fluff; it's a sad ending y'all

Synopsis: “I'm in love with you and it scares me to death."

Song Rec: 2 kids - Taemin ; to die for - Sam Smith ; r u ok - Tate McRae ; Emotional bruises - Madison Beer ; Selfish - Madison Beer ; i love you - Billie Eilish ; when the party's over - Billie Eilish

Oh, he was so perfect! So freaking flawless you couldn’t take your eyes off him for a second!

You had just got to Hoseok’s party with Yuta, but it seemed, to Jungkook, like he had been staring at you for hours. You hadn’t spared him a look yet, and if he hadn’t stood up from his seat on the couch to greet you, you probably wouldn’t have even known he was there too. You were too busy looking at your boyfriend, all wide-eyed and agape lips, to notice his presence behind you. But then Yuta’s eyes hardened as he crossed eyes with your best friend, and you, of course, noticed his change of behaviour and looked over your shoulder.

“Oh! Hi Kook!” you squealed and immediately threw your arms around his neck. Jungkook quickly enveloped your waist in his muscular arms, lifting you from the floor. “God, I missed you so much these last days! Where have you been?” you asked against the skin of his neck. And Jungkook smiled, discretely taking a sniff from your hair.

“I’ve been where I always am. You’re the one who disappeared,” he said, humorously - but not so much, because he actually meant to throw that in your face, but he wouldn’t stand the idea of making you feel bad over anything, ever.

“Oh God, blame Yuta here!” you said, raising your eyebrows and chuckling softly as he let you back on the floor. “Yuta, this is Jungkook, my best friend.” You presented him, and he held out his hand in Yuta’s direction, out of pure courtesy.

“Hey man,” Yuta muttered and shook his hand, a bit too boldly for Jungkook’s liking. Jungkook smiled at the guy - a very small and not-genuine smile. Any other time, you would have noticed how fake his smile was, but right now, your eyes were on Yuta. None of your attention was aimed at Jungkook.

Before Jungkook noticed, you two were already too immersed in how amazing these last days - without him - had been, he turned around and walked out of the toxic, smoke-ish and noisy environment that had taken over Hoseok’s whole place, betting his ass that you wouldn't notice his absence until the end of the night.

His hands were buried in his pockets and his head hung low. He was praying not to bump into Jin, Taehyung or any other of his closest friends that had also attended the party. His lips were currently being intensely wounded by his front teeth. His eyes stung and he didn’t know why. Then he got to his car, sitting down and letting go a deep breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. Then the tears he also hadn’t noticed to be sheltering in his eyes started to run down his cheeks.

He didn't quite know why he was crying. The only thing he knew was that you were taken. You were completely smitten to some other guy, that wasn’t him and that bothered him in measures he couldn’t have imagined. You were absolutely smitten to someone, who wasn't him.

He had lost his chance. That's why he was crying.

He was a goner.

You were standing there, messy hair, deep dark circles, bare face, large grey sweatpants- that seemed oddly familiar to him, but he decided to ignore that - and a black sweatshirt, in front of him, asking to come in. He stepped away and you came in. Not wasting any time after he closed the door, you grabbed his neck and buried your face on it. He felt the wet patches you were leaving in his thin dark green t-shirt. He held you tight against his body and you sobbed fully. Your cries only intensified when he placed one of his big hands on your head and took his soft lips to your forehead, pecking it.

Then he picked you up, your legs around his waist and your face, still buried in his neck. He took you to his living room, taking a chair and placing it in front of his warm fireplace. He sat on it, you on his lap, holding onto his shoulders. There was nothing better than this spot to calm you down on a cold day. He knew it but he doubted Yuta made any idea of it.

“Have you ever been afraid of losing the love of your life?”

His heart shattered. He could hear it shatter, like a very fragile glass piece. Yuta was the love of your life. What had he to do with that, why were you even here, if your problem was with Yuta?

“You and Yuta argued?”

You hummed, a bit hesitant - the reason unknown to him. He didn’t say anything else. He couldn’t. It was not his place. You just needed a friendly lap to seat on, a couple of warm arms to hold you and a gentle voice to tell you it was alright.

“It’s alright... It’s alright baby...”

That’s exactly what he did.

“This is Soojin, my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened and a small, surprised smile played on your lips. He hesitated for your answer.

“Hi!” after greeting the beautiful girl that stood next to him holding his hand tight, you moved forward to briefly hug her. “Jungkook, never mentioned you before!”.

Snarky.

Soojin looked at Jungkook, her shy eyes now displayed a small discreet amount of anger.

“Oh... This is pretty recent. That’s why,” Soojin blurted, a nervous laugh erupting right away.

Soojin was a girl he had met about a month ago and she was amazing. Incredibly breathtaking and Jungkook couldn’t adore her more. His crush on you had been long forgotten - or at least he thought it had.

Jungkook thought the dinner was delicious, but still, when you asked what he thought of the dinner he answered ‘it’s good, but yesterday Soojin made some amazing bibimbap, I should have asked her to do it for tonight instead’. And you smiled bitterly and him. No one else noticed the bitterness in your smile, but he did.

Why was he acting this way? Because since he and his new girlfriend got in your apartment, you had established this dumb discreet competition between you and Soojin, making passive-aggressive comments and the poor girl beside him was so notoriously uncomfortable, he felt sorry for bringing her here.

“Soojin, maybe you should visit my hairdresser”

“I know you probably don’t understand since you’ve never been to college, but I’ve been so happy with my grades recently”

“How have you managed to attract someone like Jungkook, I mean... You know what I mean, right?”

So when the dinner was over, he pulled you away by the arm, bringing you to the kitchen and leaving Yuta and Soojin on the balcony, enjoying the view and hopefully sparing Soojin some minutes of your annoyingly mean comments.

“Why are you being such a bitch to Soojin?” he asked, hands on his hips and his eyes raging.

“I’m not,” you furrowed your eyebrows and he laughed ironically.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N.”

“You had never mentioned her before. Who do you think I am, for you to present me some temporary fling you’re having. I’m more important than that! If you want to present me to someone, I want her to be at least stable. Not someone you’ve been dating for 2 weeks!”

“What has time to do with it? I like her, I think she’s worthy enough for you to meet her!”

“C’mon, look at her. She sports the slutty look.” you deadpanned and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“You’re going too far! Look at Yuta! He’s the typical high school fuckboy!” he whisper-screamed. “You have no moral to talk about Soojin like that!”

“Oh, now he’s defending her!” you ironized and he rubbed his forehead, trying to look for just a little bit more patience. “You didn’t even tell me she was coming! And plus, I don’t have to mandatorily like her!”

“I don’t like Yuta and you don’t hear me talking to him like he's trash, right?”

“Yeah, that’s because he’s not trash, but we can’t say the same for Soojin, can we?”

That was enough. He turned his back on you, going to the balcony in quick steps and grabbing Soojin’s hand in his. He dragged her across your apartment as you stared at him piercingly.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Soojin asked, completely adrift.

“We’re leaving.”

“I haven’t said goodbye yet, kook”

“You don’t need to, we’re not coming back anyway,” he stated as his eyes locked on yours.

Jungkook really didn’t plan on coming back but Soojin broke up with him about a month later, claiming that he was in love with someone else and not bothering to explain further. Needless to say, Jungkook had never been as bewildered and nauseated in his life. He had argued with you, his best friend, to protect Soojin’s dignity, and she dared to say he didn’t love her?!

The only one he could think of to help him figure out what the heck Soojin was referring to with such barbarities, was you. You were the most intelligent and astute person Jungkook had ever met. He was sure you were the only one who could possible help him.

When he showed up at your door, you opened it. No sign of shock or surprise evident on your face in seeing him after your huge argument, because you both knew you two would never be able to stay mad a each other for too long. A month of not talking was a new record.

When he blurted out the reason Soojin had used to break up with him, after sitting down next to you on your couch, your mouth fell agape and your eyes widened.

“What?” you exclaimed as Jungkook shook his head, showing his bewilderment.

“That’s what I said!” he exclaimed back and you looked at the floor, completely confused by what your best friend was telling you. The boy had almost finished his 7-year friendship to defend his new girlfriend. How could she even question his feelings?!

“She’s probably just overthinking something... Maybe she saw you hugging another girl... Or maybe a text on your phone...”

“I didn’t text anyone other than her! Not even you!” he screeched and you scratched your ear, trying to think of some logical reason behind the sudden breakup.

“... Probably, it’s really her overthinking something... Girls do that! I do that, all the time!” you looked at him doubtfully, as he stared back in the same way. “SHE’S INSECURE!” you shouted as the sudden realization, that seemed to be the most logical out of every single theory you had already come up with, came to your mind.

Jungkook widened his eyes, straightening his back as your speculation didn’t seem as automatically disposable as all the others that had come to his mind.

“That’s it!” you continued. “Probably, she’s in one of those times where she doubts every single thing in her body, and she thinks she’s not enough for you! I feel that way too often!”

Jungkook’s expression got serious as he heard the last portion of your speech. “You do?”

It took you a moment to understand what he was asking, but as you saw the worry behind his eyes you quickly figured the context of the question. “Oh... Yeah, I guess it’s pretty normal...”

“You shouldn’t feel that way, you’re pretty amazing...”

You smiled shyly and sent him a sweet gaze, as he quickly returned it. “With Yuta, it’s pretty hard not to doubt me at times. Have you seen the guy? Seems like he came straight out a freaking novel...” you chuckled playfully and Jungkook pushed your shoulder with his.

“And so do you.” And there was Jungkook in his natural element.

“Jungkook! Stop flirting!” you screeched, shyly as your cheeks turned into a dark shade of pink. Jungkook laughed, cringing internally at how cute he found you in that exact moment. He embraced your shoulders in his muscular arms, and you finally looked into his eyes. His face was awfully close and you could feel his breath on your face as a soft smile lingered on his lips.

“Missed you,” he whispered so that only the two of you could hear it, even though no one else was around.

“Missed you,” you whispered back, leaning your forehead to his.

Soojin had taken him back.

She had her reasons to break up with him in the first place, but she couldn’t deny the guy a second chance as he stood by her door, a bouquet of red roses, that you had recommended, in his hand, puppy eyes and pouted lips.

You had found out in the worst of ways.

Crying your heart out, you stood in the elevator, waiting for it to finally come to your destination, your best friend’s apartment floor. When it did, you got out of it, your face smudged with your -supposedly, waterproof - mascara. You knocked and were received by Soojin, in all her beauty, messy hair and no make-up features, wearing Jungkook’s shirt. She was probably busy with something else. She still managed to look extremely gorgeous, and there were you, looking like you had just been run over by a bus.

“Y/N! Are you alright! That’s dumb, of course not! Do you want to come in? Wait a second, I’ll go call Jungkook,” she stated with a genuine expression of worry on her face and a hand on your shoulder.

“No! No, leave it. I’m fine!” you said, grabbing her hand before she could go and call Jungkook. “I’ll just go home. Sorry for interrupting you two!” you smiled, even with your smudged make-up face. “Don’t worry, I’ll just call him later!”

And so you turned your back on her, as you felt her worried look on your back.

“Oh! And I’m sorry about how I treated you last time...” You turned back to her, sending an apologetic smile her way.

“Don’t worry about that...” she muttered and smiled back.

It was obvious why Jungkook liked her so much.

“What happened yesterday?!” Jungkook shouted as soon as you opened the door, exactly 7:54 AM and the guy was already standing by your door.

“You didn’t tell me you and Soojin were back together...”

“Not what I asked,” he said back, impatient.

“I wasn’t answering you either,” you mocked and he sent you an annoyed look. “Don’t worry about last night. I’m fine now.”

“I just want to know what happened. Not even worried...” he said and you laughed at how sarcastic he could be at times.

“Yuta and I broke up,” you said and Jungkook’s eyes widened. “He cheated. A drunk night out.”

“Son of a bitch...” he muttered and you quickly enveloped his face with your hands, bringing his eyes to yours.

“I’m fine, really. No need to get mad” you chuckled a bit. Jungkook stared at you for a while, before holding your hands and kissing both of them.

“You deserve so much better. Please don’t settle for someone like him.”

“I won’t,” you smiled and he smiled back.

He spent the rest of the day with you. Both laying on the sofa, holding onto each other, and watching movies, with a huge bowl of the sweetest popcorn you could have managed.

“I’m 25...” you muttered out of nowhere and Jungkook hummed back, his face snuggled by the side of your neck, his arms around your waist and his chest against your back.

“And?”

“I want to get married someday and now I don't have a boyfriend,” you muttered once again.

“Were you really planning on marrying that piece of shit?”

“I didn’t know he was a piece of shit.”

“You don’t need to get married now. You’re still young. You’ll find a great guy, who knows how to truly value you as the woman you are,” he said, before softly kissing the skin of your neck, where his cheek was previously resting on.

"Soojin’s a lucky girl,” you said, smiling, after few silent moments.

She really was a lucky girl.

A few years later

“Would you marry me?”

Your eyes widened, quickly averting to your best friend, kneeled down in front of his 3-year girlfriend. He was glowing. A wide perfectly white smile played on his lips as he stared up at Soojin with eyes that shone brighter than ever. She was speechless - very much like you. Her hands covered her mouth and her eyes were starting to get wet with tears. The answer that followed was obvious.

“Yes!”

There it was. She threw her arms around Jungkook’s neck, as he stood up and enveloped her slim waist in his embrace. She was crying already and he chuckled lightly at the emotional mess his girlfriend was.

You weren't expecting this. But you should have. Jungkook hadn't talked to you about this or left you any clue about it, but still, he was 28 years old. You could see the shine of his eyes getting brighter each time he looked at her, every passing day. They were in love and their relationship was stronger each day.

Your whole group of friends manifested their happiness. Jimin had tears in his eyes from how happy he was seeing that the youngest of the group was finally settling down for life. Namjoon clapped his hands, smirking proudly at the youngest. You could swear you’d seen Jin, that stood next to Namjoon also clapping his hands, winking to his friend when their eyes crossed. Yeri whistled loudly along with Taehyung, while Irene laughed at her friends’ foolishness.

Mingyu, quite unaware of the mess the living room held, kept his eyes secured on you, smiling. When you caught his gaze, you sent him a tiny smile back - the first since the heartfelt proposal. You averted your eyes back to the couple holding each other in the middle of the room and when they parted their embrace, Jungkook’s eyes locked on yours. You weren’t smiling as he expected you to be. You didn’t even seem to be happy for him. He smiled anyway, and you, in all your effort, winked playfully at him, as you turned your back on him. You grabbed a cup of champagne and walked towards the balcony, being interrupted by the male hand that suddenly grabbed your waist.

“We’re next,” you heard Mingyu whisper in your ear. You looked back, grabbing his hand and lightly squeezing it.

“You bet,” you answered playfully and smiled brightly at him.

Mingyu was your boyfriend. You had been dating him for 2 years now and he was great. Jungkook had presented him to you at a home party. You still remember complaining to him about having to watch him and Soojin being all couply while you still spent the night laying in bed and watching romances. The week after your complaints he took you to a party and introduced you to this really nice and good-looking guy, which happened to be his friend, named Mingyu. Mingyu was a few months older than you and he had just started to work as a lawyer. He was already introduced to your family and they all loved him, dismissing your sister's daily comments that claimed her disappointment because she thought you 'would end u with your Jungkook'.

When Mingyu let go of you to go hang out with the rest of your friends, you reached the balcony, closing the door behind you, leaning on the glass balcony and gazing at the amazing view your friend Irene had got when she bought this new apartment with Jin, her boyfriend. Your hair, being wildly swept by the wind, was a mess, but you could care less. Your eyes were teary, you didn't really know why though. Something about Jungkook getting married left a huge ball of emotions sitting on your chest. What bothered you is that even knowing Soojin was an amazing girl and Jungkook would be happy with her, you weren't particularly happy with the news. You knew this could as well turn you into a very shitty best friend, and that's why you thought you wouldn't really be able to talk to Jungkook without catching a breath of fresh air first. Without noticing the tears you had been previously sheltering in your eyes, were now running down your cheeks.

You sobbed and quickly wiped the tears away when you heard the balcony doors opening and closing again. It was Jungkook, you knew it when you felt the warm presence you'd gotten used to after 9 years.

"Hey," he muttered.

You didn't answer, afraid your voice would fail you and just kept staring forwards, feeling Jungkook's gaze on you. You knew he knew you had been crying. He was a master when it came to figuring it out.

"So... you're getting married now hum?" you commented, once your vocal cords seemed stable enough.

"Right," he answered, and you looked at your side, not bothering to hide your puffy eyes. "What do you think of that?" he asked you and you looked down at your hands.

"You know... If you're happy, I'm happy," you said and he chuckled.

"Of course," Jungkook mimicked your actions, looking down as well. You two stayed quiet for some time, as the starry night sky shined down on you.

"You look amazing tonight, by the way," he remarked. "Didn't get the chance to te-"

"You didn't tell me you were going to propose," you interrupted him, looking back at him. There wasn't a shy smile on your lips or a polite gaze on your eyes. All Jungkook could see in your expression was hurt.

"I don't have to tell you every little thing going on in my life," he answered, putting up his defensive side.

"This is not little! This is marriage," you exclaimed and stared at him. He stared down and stayed quiet.

"Mingyu told me he's going to propose too," he announced and you widened your eyes. Not that you hadn't thought about it. Mingyu had commented a lot of times he wanted to make you his wife and build a family with you. But still, it was big news for you.

"I'm sure you weren't supposed to tell me that."

"Are you going to say yes?" he asked and stared at you.

You stared back at him and for once in that night, your eyes met for more than a minute. There was a silent plead present in his eyes that you couldn't really figure out. He sighed and got closer to you, your arms rubbing against each other. You lay your head down on his shoulder and he shortly kissed your forehead.

"Y/n..." he whispered, and you hummed back, still not answering his previous question. "I can... go back. If you... want me to."

"If you love her, then you should marry her," you answered right away, not wanting to hold your best friend back from marrying the girl he loves.

He kept quiet and so did you.

"Are you going to say yes?" he repeated his previous question and you shot your head up, looking straight in his eyes.

"You know... I've always thought of you as the love of my life."

Jungkook's eyes widened as you chuckled. That's when it came to him. That night, you were afraid of losing him, not Yuta.

"I've always been told I should marry the love of my life. But I don't think I can marry you now that you're already married," you stated playfully, but Jungkook's stare was serious. "Mingyu is amazing, really. I worship him. But how do I know if I love him enough to marry him?" you asked, looking up to find Jungkook already staring at you, a mix of different emotions present in his eyes. "How did you know you loved Soojin enough to marry her?" you asked again and Jungkook looked down.

"Well... I like her almost as much as I love you," he whispered loud enough for only you to listen. "And I think that's a whole lot."

"Do you love her, though?" you asked, absolutely perplexed at his answer.

He smiled lightly and sighted.

"You just don't get it, do you?" he whispered.

He stood up straight, turning his back on you and walking back towards the door.

"Why don't you just tell me then?" you said a bit louder than you had talked the whole night.

He looked back at you, over his shoulder, his hand already on the door handle. He chuckled lowly, what sounded like a sarcastic chuckle, before turning back to you and taking two steps forward. Somehow, his expression had changed and you weren't sure how to read it now. He was bitter.

"You want me to tell you? I just proposed and you have the guts to get sad because I'm marrying Soojin??

"I'm not s-"

"Shut up! Just... Shut up." he begged ironically and you stood quiet, he sighed angrily and looked to his left, avoiding looking at you.

"Maybe you should step away... At least for a while."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Jungkook you're getting married. I can't miss that. I won't miss that!"

"Exactly!" he screamed suddenly and walked quickly towards you. He had never been this angry in front of you and it scared you that you were the reason for his anger. His face was inches away from yours and you could feel his quick breath fanning over your lips. "I'm getting married to Soojin but all I can think about is if I should have proposed to you!" he whispered in your face and you could see his eyes watering, very much like you could feel yours do the same. “You know why I proposed so suddenly? Because Mingyu told me he was going to propose to you and I didn’t want to be the only one feeling miserable!”

"J-Jungkook..." you sighed and Jungkook let his tears fall, furrowing his eyebrows in pure anguish, as he nestled his face on your neck, crying silently. He enveloped your body in his arms and you quickly did the same.

"I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I'm in love with you and it scares me to death," he sobbed and your grip on him tightened.

"It's alright... I'm right here..."

You two stayed in that same position for a while, until he calmed down and his sobs stopped.

"What do I do now?" he asked, still laying his head on your chest.

"You do whatever makes you happy," you answered and he kissed your neck, and action that, from him, was already usual.

"Hubby! Can we go home?" Soojin opened the balcony's door, chuckling at the new nickname. Jungkook quickly stepped back and wiped the stray tears on his cheeks away. Sensing your stare on him, he sent you a tiny smile.

Soojin caught your gaze from behind Jungkook's shoulder and sent you a smile, which you retributed.

"Yes babe, let's go..." Jungkook answered after a while. He looked at you, the deepest look in his eyes that you had ever seen. He cupped your cheek as you two heard Soojin walking back inside, to say her goodbyes. “I’ll go now.”

“Please, don’t do this. If you don’t want to marry her, you don’t have to.”

“What do you want?”

You didn’t answer, opting to roll your arms tightly around his neck, as he held your waist, bringing your body impossibly closer to his.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you whispered. “, but this is a decision you have to make.”

And he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to break all the promises he had made to Soojin this past three years. He wasn’t ready to admit that all she was was a way to get to you. He wasn’t ready to admit that at some point in his life he had become a worthless and selfish jerk and that his life had been diminished to you. He wasn’t ready to break every single ethical moral and principle that he had been trying to live by all his life. This decision didn’t come to him, and only him. It came to you, to Soojin, to Mingyu and to everyone surrounding the four of you. It wasn’t his right to break his friends’ hearts and he wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry.”

And he walked away.

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